Security Officer at Parkland School Had Been In Trouble For Sexually Harassing Students

Just when you think it cannot get worse…

Mr. Medina, one of the Security Monitors at Stoneman Douglas school, one who spotted the shooter on campus before the shooting started, knew he didn’t belong there, and though it was suspicious enough to radio ahead a warning to another security monitor but did nothing to stop the kid or to notify anybody else, that guy…
He had already been in trouble for sexually harassing two female students, one of whom was Meadow, who was murdered during the school shooting that day.

Also, the other security monitor, the one Mr Medina contacted to warn- he went and hid in a broom closet instead of doing anything at all to help the students he was supposed to be there protecting. Medina hid when the shooting started, too.

These two have not been fired. They’ve been reassigned. Medina was supposed to be fired over the sexual harassment (which the school did not tell Meadow’s father about), but they decided on a 3 day suspension instead.

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How Nice Has Changed

From Webster’s 1828:

NICE, adjective [G. To eat dainties or sweetmeats]

1. Properly, soft; whence, delicate; tender; dainty; sweet or very pleasant to the taste; as a nice bit; nice food.

2. Delicate; fine; applied to texture, composition or color; as cloth of a nice texture; nice tints of color.

3. Accurate; exact; precise; as nice proportions; nice symmetry; nice workmanship; nice rules.

4. Requiring scrupulous exactness; as a nice point.

5. Perceiving the smallest difference; distinguishing accurately and minutely by perception; as a person of nice taste; hence,

6. Perceiving accurately the smallest faults, errors or irregularities; distinguishing and judging with exactness; as a nice judge of a subject; nice discernment.

Our author happy in a judge so nice

7. Over scrupulous or exact.

Curious, not knowing; not exact, but nice

8. Delicate; scrupulously and minutely cautious.

The letter was not nice but full of charge of dear import.

Dear love, continue nice and chaste.

9. Fastidious; squeamish.

And to taste, think not I shall be nice

10. Delicate; easily injured.

How nice the reputation of the maid!

11. Refined; as nice and subtle happiness.

12. Having lucky hits. [Not used.]

13. Weak; foolish; effeminate.

14. Trivial; unimportant.

To make nice to be scrupulous.

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Reading Widely

A wise education and so judicious reading should leave no great type of thought, no dominant phase of human nature, wholly a blank. Whether our reading be great or small, so far as it goes it should be general. If our lives admit of but a short space for reading, all the more reason that, so far as may be, it should remind us of the vast expanse of human thought and the wonderful variety of human nature. To read, and yet so to read that we see nothing but a corner of literature, the loose fringe or flats and wastes of letters, and by reading only deepen our natural belief that this island is the hub of the universe, and the nineteenth century the only age worth notice– all this is really to call in the aid of books to thicken and harden our untaught prejudices. Be it imagination, memory, or reflection that we address-that is in poetry, history, science, or philosophy- our first duty is to aim at knowing something at least of the best, at getting some definite idea of the mighty realm whose outer rim we are permitted to approach.

Frederic Harrison, Choice of Books

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Butterflies and poets


The camera is just a sepia toned shadow of the real image.  The butterfly (or moth) was far more brilliantly toned than shows here. It really reflected back the red of the gate.


Somehow, I was reminded of the Juan Carlos Williams poem:

so much depends
upon a red wheel barrow
glazed with rain water
beside the white chickens.

And then, also, my brain rambled on from Williams to Kilmer:

“poems are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree…”


And then, thinking of red, and rain water, and trees and poems, I thought, “Poets as well.”
God made poets.
Have you thought of that? He made such a profoundly beautiful world.
And then He put poets in it as well, to help us see the beauty.
An exclamation point.

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Indiana butterfly
Drunk on nature-brewed mulberry wine.

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