Introducing: Rollo Tomasi (forgive my spelling...)

Who is Rollo Tomasi and Why do I chase him/her/it?

I admit that my OCD triggered early and I work little if at all to control it. My three-letter mental companion allows me to be very good at what I do.

Rollo Tomasi set my OCD off decades ago. Rollo Tomasi determined the course of my life, motivated me to create this blog and drives my daily choices .

You see, Rollo Tomasi always, always, always gets away with "it" - whatever "it" is.

Big or Small. Victimless or Genocidal. Small Potatoes or Irreplaceable Items. Rollo Tomasi has perfected the art of never paying for his/her/"its" crimes.

Of course, Rollo Tomasi doesn't actually exist.
I mean, I can't post a picture because Rollo Tomasi is fictional. I'm obsessive, not crazy.

You see my problem, right?

It's like this:

I was the kid who could always see through the school yard schemes and politics but could never (a) perpetrate the really cool frauds and crimes or (b) convince the "proper authorities" - namely teachers and/or administrators - that something fishy was going on.

Here I was in the middle of the greatest crime wave my 7-8-9-10-11-12-13-14-15 year old selves had ever seen, and I couldn't bust a vase on a teacher's desk. Or if a vase DID get busted, I'd get blamed, not the true perp. (I know how Candace feels in the TV animated series "Phineas & Ferb" - except I'm animated in a very different manner).

And that's where it starts. The knowing glances from perps running free, all angelic faces and "Bad Seed" smiles. The waves of heat coming off my head as the guilty paraded in front of me every day. So much black and white and yet all the authorities saw was grey - and they saw that badly.

[An aside: I will use many movie analogies in my blogs. Leave a comment if you don't get them.]

Madness, at least the functional kind, doesn't just descend on the ordered mind. It creeps through the door left open when logic and reason meet up with the real world. At least that was my experience. Madness told me two very valuable things:

1. The perps weren't good, they just understood how to confuse the (so-called) thinking of the authorities. They knew the authorities were either over-worked or lazy. Either behavior when investigating a crime leads away from solving it.
2. If I hustled, analyzed, researched and processed enough information while honing my analysis skills, I could set these perps up, get them either busted - or worse, revenged upon - and not leave a single hair fiber behind leading to me. An ordered and obsessive mind could beat them.

I admit this probably seems crazy, but consider how many times you lost recess, had to stay after, got detention, had to take a note home, missed lunch, got beaten up, lost privileges, got disciplined, coughed up your milk/lunch/snack money involuntarily, got bullied, got dissed, got suspended or got expelled because someone else got away with it.

For that matter, think about Wall Street CEOs and U.S. mortgage brokers over the last 5 years.

Frankly, I decided Madam Justice was WAAAY too blind for me. So I started "helping" her tip the scales back to their statistical balance.

I was an adult before I knew my perp's name.

I attended (in a theater no less, something I seldom do) a movie called "L.A. Confidential". It's a quadruple-cross kind of film noir detective tale set in the really scary history of the LAPD. Has everything: prostitution, cover-ups, racism, domestic abuse, cronyism and nepotism, dirty cops. You get it - it was quite realistic and historically accurate.

When the two "heroes" - and in this movie that's a hard word to use - finally team up, one eloquently states his motivation for solving the case: Rollo Tomasi - a moniker his policeman-father gave to the guy who gets away with it. Stopping Rollo Tomasi became the driving motivation for the remainder of the film (which I quite enjoyed, by the way).

FINALLY! Eureka!

Life for me tends to imitate art. I knew my theories were right because there vindication sat riding several Oscar nominations across the planet. The guy, THAT guy, the morally-bankrupt, good-looking sneak thief that muscled/charmed/bribed/escaped out of every crime actually existed and now I had a name.

Personification of that nameless, unrelenting irritant that's driven your behavior for nearly a lifetime can be very liberating. I certainly felt liberated and gladly recommitted myself to Rollo Tomasi's pursuit.

This blog will capture information about my suspicions and concerns when the Blind Lady called Justice is having eye trouble. I do this because Rollo Tomasi chaps me raw where it ain't comfortable to sit. So since I'm up anyway, might as well be productive.

In my next blog(s) (as I don't know how many it will take) I'll begin to lay out the case concerning the unfortunate demise of the "King of Pop", Michael Jackson. I'm not so sure his sudden departure wasn't...planned...