Well, people are crazy and times are strange (and that’s no fabrication). The recent violent and unacceptable behavior by some Americans has led to some very interesting questions and conversations about how the US justice system should operate.

Man rapes, manipulates and abuses multiple children in a college football locker room; gunman mows down crowd in movie theater, killing 12; argument between college roommates in Murfreesboro escalates and one stabs the other to death.

How do you send the message, not necessarily to these people but to potential future criminals, that we can not accept this and their fate will be worse than death, but still be called a civilized society?

Bottom line, no matter what happens after a horrible crime is never fair. You can put these criminals to death, beat them, torture them, jail them, whatever, and it’s still not “justice”. It would be a little more fair if victims were never victimized in the first place.

But what can you do to punish them so severely that no other jokers ever get the same idea, without being barbaric?

On the micro-discipline level, there’s something that seems inherently strange about trying to keep a small child from screaming and hitting people, and attempting to convey this message to him by screaming and hitting …

That’s where the old Santa Claus mind control trick comes in I guess. (“Act right you little rugrat or this mythical fat man in red won’t bring you no toys!”)

Rest in peace, Mr. Bryan Sunday-Booth.

This bright and energetic fellow was not with us long, but many will remember him and his friendship and artistic contributions.

I will divulge his secret identity now to give credit where credit is due, but Bryan was actually the man behind the curtain in regards to former Pulse theater writer Marcus Luche. I’m not sure it was a huge secret amongst his friends and acquaintances, but his contributions to the Pulse were certainly appreciated.

“Make us better,” sir.

The Mayos have gone and done it, we unplugged, the cable that is, you know, the nearly-$100-per-month cable.

There’s just something about paying to watch commercials that doesn’t sit well with me. Either make it free, or make it commercial-free, or I don’t want it.

That may sound either very socialist, or very advertising executive, one. But think about it, the quality of programming goes down, the cost of the service goes up they charge advertisers for the right to get in front of the people paying for the service.

Leave me out of that equation. There are other things I can spend my $1,000 a year on.

I will miss the barrage of pigskin come football time, but I really do not need to see Fresno State or Toledo in action every week. And what if I actually got outside and played a sport during all of that time? I’m venturing to say that it would benefit me more.

Go to an MTSU game. I understand, it’s not SEC football, but it’s still a wonderful community experience to hang out in the grove before kickoff, hear the Band of Blue, throw some football or cornhole with your fellow alumni and neighbors.

It’s 2012. We don’t need cable, nor a dish.

Start a band, read a book, grow a plant, paint a picture, clean your car, talk to someone, go for a walk, you may enjoy it.