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Jeff Klima's Crime Scene Cleanup StoriesIn his time and in his place, our author tells readers how crime scene cleanup works.The Spirit of PlaceFour Stars - Fingers Orange County Employee Corruption - Stereotypes - FBI Yes -- Sheriff No -- A Confused Character? - How About His Girlfriend? - Tensions - Technical Comments - Odors - My Personal Interest
The Spirit of Place"Place" adds to the Truth of Klima's autobiographical book, The Dead Janitors Club; for its story takes place, primarily, in Orange County, California. Any other crime scene cleaner from this county should note finding work the old fashioned way: from the Yellow Pages or the Internet. To the obverse, they, like Klima's Dirk, find their work from government employees. I find no work in Orange County. "Absolutely," I say, the facts prove crime scene cleanup work in Orange County moves by way of government employees. If it ever came by way of the Internet, I would be a very wealthy man. It's the spirit of Orange County's local government that govern's crime scene cleanup. It's corrupt, just like in Tiajuana or Moscow. Klima's Orange County crime scene cleanup company did not cover its tracks, as some do today. That is, he might have mentioned advertising as one does on the Internet. This way he might claim that advertising works. For those who do advertise for crime scene cleanup in Orange County, advertising serves as a red herring. After all, with guaranteed work from civil servants, a few bucks spent on advertising dissuades investigation for conflict-of-interest. D.H. Lawrence wrote about old American "art-speech." By this he meant to say that an artist may lie, but his/her art tells a Truth. An artist's work gives Truth to their world, their mind's geographical, social context, knowingly or unknowingly. A writer's consciousness has its limits of imagination. By far, one of our best writers, Richard Wright, exposed Jim Crow as a white man's self-inflicted moral poverty. He pointed to it, but he need not have done so. "Art-speech" would have carried the message for him, I believe. Social control occurs by a preset, ideological script. For example, in Mississippi, a Jim Crow railroad car demanded pre-configured social roles of its occupants. Blacks shuffled and slowly mimicked a slave class's ignorance, while whites as an audience ensured their play followed a preset script; in this way individuality failed to grow to its full potential for both blacks and whites. A writers imagination cannot create such a place unless it has a Truth of its own. An artist, writer, has a consciousness, then. This consciousness must have an object, a reality of its own. So through the artist's consciousness reflected in their work we find a Truth. Actually, D.H. Lawrence limited this one insight far too much. For all art in some way tells us about art's Truth. Rap tells us a Truth about place, conditions, while marking a history of place, a consciousness of misogyny. See the cave walls of Turain, France, for instance. Truth shows through an artist's consciousness of her reality as presented. Turain's art tells a Truth of an early humanity's consciousness. Like all cave art, its contextual reality and limits remain within its artists' consciousness. It can go no further. When we read science fiction we find the limits of art-speech. Stretched to its limits, science fiction creates impossible technologies, at least for a while their impossibility remains to science and technology. But social structure remains rooted in a science fiction writer's consciousness; he goes no further, cannot go further than Utopia. She goes so far, but no further than human social hierarchy and social structure in history. Perhaps matriarchy appears, but it appears too in human history. We find this Truth in science fiction's art-speech. When we read autobiographical literature we zero in on a narrow, but truthful social world. So too with short stories. Note Lawrence's use of Hawthorne's The Scarlet Letter to point out sexual repression, hierarchy, hypocrisy, and bigotry. Readers will easily remember that infamous letter came to signify the obverse of its social intent. Hester grew greater than those in her community, within those taunt, puritanical, ideological boundaries. Hester Prynne could not have existed in Classical Greek Literature because "sin" in a puritan sense did not exist. Hawthorne shows us that Western civilization grew to draw-and-quarter its own body by religious ideologies, condemning its own body, painfully, gruesomely. No writer could conceive of such a character or condition without existing social conditions past or present. British and Americans sexually repressed women, giving the model for Hawthorne's Hester Pryne. Readers also need to have a sense for bigotry to understand The Scarlet Letter's Truth. Otherwise, they misunderstand much about life in 17th century New England's class conscious, hierarchical, sexual repression. That The Scarlett Letter's story lies does not matter. Klima lies too. Sexual repression warps Klima's character in his early development. Though he lies, it matters not to understand; his chosen place dictates his destiny. He chose a non-Mormon place. We understand because we share a similar time and place. His characters have their 20th century consciousness, and each shares something of their social consciousness by their attitudes, beliefs, and opinions. Here too we find women drawn-and-quartered as commodities, symbolically so. Truth is in their "place." As characters in a Jim Crow railroad car, each will have a pre-arranged script to act out. This place Klima chooses over his parents place, their ideology with its pre-arranged, scripted behaviors. We all share some part of Hester Prynne's place, even today. Symbolically drawn-and-quartered, she becomes an archetypal character. Women as coin slots could not exist without symbolism of Prynne's sort. No Playboy Magazine or Kitty Cat Gentlemen's Club could exist without the Truth of Hawthorn's The Scarlett Letter. Klima's porn adventures would not exist, either. In any case, The Scarlett Letter and The Dead Janitors Club tell us a Truth unique to our species; our libidos remain victims of a repressive sexual desublamation, something we do not find in the art of Turain any more than free enterprise's crime scene cleanup companies appear in Klima's writing. Like Turain, an artist reflects a place in her/his world. Klima remains without a place known as Orange County, California's free-enterprise crime scene cleanup world. And why shouldn't he? Again, I use this notion of "art-speech" in ferreting out the Truth of Klima's art and its portrayal of local government corruption. It matters not that he remains unaware, as if his character remains a virgin to government corruption; his words spell it out. He has scruples, which we learn from his propensity to steal from the dead's treasure. That is, he knows that what he takes from the dead by stealth usurps his Mormon past; he knows it's wrong. Interestingly, this sense of "wrong" does not carry over to pornography or sexual experimentation. A Mormon on holiday, we wait for Klima's return to the fold, but he fails us, as Hester Prynne inspires us to overcome bigotry. Klima's place has no Yellow Pages, no Internet. His place has county and city civil servants. This is literature as history. This is literature documenting Truth. Change their names as he might, we know where to find the guilty. By 2007, I received one telephone call per year from Orange County residents, at most. Still, I dominated Orange County's Internet space for crime scene cleanup. By 2007, Klima's complaining about getting too few calls from county and city employees. Today I'm very lucky to receive one crime scene cleanup call per year In Orange County. What's fair? A Bonanza for Local Government Employees Orange County government became a hotbed of corruption when congress acted to halt the spread of HIV. Congressional intentions were to protect medical workers and others exposed to human blood and what we call "bloodborne pathogens" like HIV. Legislative consequences helped to create a hundred-million dollar bonanza for our nation's local government employees. Their self-enrichment comes at a moral cost much greater than Hester Prynne's sin against ideology. So local government employees serendipitously befell unearned, undeserved income, a conflict-of-interest, a "sin" in Hester's world. Grieving families of homicide, suicide, and unattended deaths were now ordered to have their family member's fluids professionally removed by private companies in league with county employees, a wrong. So county mployees learned to send families to a preferred list of cleaning companies. They started their own crime scene cleanup brokerage business; some created their own crime scene cleanup companies. Crime scene cleanup's boomtown beginning now had government representatives, conflict-of-interest and all, not a sin. They could not loose; only those outside of their preferred lists would lose, the bereaved, insurance companies, tax payers, and people like Eddie Evans. KlIma's boss, reportedly, shaved some work off the Santa Ana Police Department. But that's a lie. All artists lie, according to Lawrence. Truth they tell by a Spirit of Place. We know by our literary art-speech that Klima's crime scene cleanup experience arose from nefarious cleaning opportunities; not from the Internet, not from billboards, and not from the Yellow Pages (I know all too well). Klima's pay came via county welfare, so to speak. Klima's sheriff friend, Dirk, became a county crony with guaranteed business and profits, a crime scene cleanup's government welfare program for its employees. Truth. We're told that Dirk had no control over face-to-face family contacts, not a first-place crony position, but the next best place. He sought crony referrals from the public guardian, police, and other sheriff's employees; his semi-insider place supplied few bereaved tax payers compared to the true face-to-face civil servants of the Orange County Sheriff-Coroner's Department. These pharos of our coroner gave and give direct orders to the bereaved. Yes they do. Right their in the coroner's department while looking at violent death's bereaved family victims; they cheat these uninformed, misinformed, most vulnerable families. (see graphic) So death's administrators, coroner, medical examiner, public guardian, police officers, and fire fighters gained a great income increase, over all. For their own crime scene cleanup companies and for referrals to guys like Dirk; county thieves prosper. That's very few county employees, not ALL. Tax payers foot the bill for this crime scene cleanup monopoly and brokerage over Orange County blood cleanup. Some of the above golden egg information comes through Klima's art, but also from this critic's experience. This broader, informed critic's perspective, purposely indicts Orange County's government crooks, repeatedly. Klima indicts them once, and unintentionally. I know the Truth of Klima's fiction. His Spirit of Truth points to what a master of the Internet ferrets out. History obliges this critic. I gave Jeff Klima's book 4 stars on Amazon's review pages. Not for his lack of writing skill or story telling practice, because his wit and sharp descriptive powers stand tall. So what if he missed some important details about crime scene cleanup in Orange County, California? What I note most concerns me about our future as a capitalist democracy. Klima's a sharp thinker and that he missed the obvious threat to our way of life leaves me deeply concerned. He did do his time as a professional student, we learn. Be that as it may, I'm not confusing the writer, Klima, with his author's voice, his first person narrative. We know the author writes because he/she has something to say. Klima's account of crime scene cleanup comes in second to none. I can appreciate his tale. I appreciate too that he's spent many hours honing his writing skills. Many of his smart aleck quips go back to his creative writing course work at California State University Fullerton (CSUF) ; now he uses his wit for a monetary reward he justly deserves. This arrangement for his growing skill base does justice for a talented young writer. Now we need someone to write another crime scene cleanup story worthy of a stinky, filthy janitorial blood cleanup task that we've chosen to call "crime scene cleanup." This crime scene cleanup story needs to give a conscious description of corruption in crime scene cleanup. This crime scene cleanup must stand for more than simple blood cleanup. It must embrace crime scene cleanup to unveil ideology's hold over human consciousness. Then art may find a spirit similar to that found in the caves of Turain, "like a virgin," Madonna sings, speaking of sexual desublimation. That Klima misses the obvious corruption, the cronyism, in his employment as an Orange County, California crime scene cleaner leaves me a bit shocked. Did this crime scene cleanup writer believe county contacts for death cleanup had legitimacy? Where's his critical thinking? I too attended California State University Fullerton. My experience on that campus helped hone my critical reasoning skills. Understanding the infringement on free enterprise by a government employee would easily trip my critical thinking switch to on. Klima's critical thinking switch remains off in his humorous, but naive, autobiographical stories. Fingers Orange County Employee CorruptionYes he does. He fingers Orange County's government cronyism. He does absolutely nothing about it.
It's the politics that also informs me about this young writer. Unlike his crafted prose, his descriptive work, his failure to question his character's real place in our working world, his ignorance prevails. Harping on the world of minimum wage, an ugly situation for certain, he fails to question his wage earner mentality. He belittles those poor wage earners surviving near serf conditions. Worse, he quietly ignores a Santa Ana Police Officer's referral. A referral the referring officer probably conjured with an order to a victimized family: "Get this mess cleaned up." and "Use this company." Yes, it's politics, the most wicked, evil, crafted state power type. It's crony capitalism right out of Moscow. His character informs us that an arrogant attitude toward working people suits an up-and-comer like himself. His stereotypes hold some validity, at least from a crime scene cleaner's perspective. "Ethnic folks are confronted by death more frequently than white people," which tells a Truth about crime scene cleanup. Ethnic groups have fewer suicides and most likely hire crime scene cleanup companies less often. What else might we expect from folks condemned to minimum wage? Surely, Mexican-American gardeners clean their own home soiling from homicides, suicides, and unattended deaths at a greater ratio than anglos. At least, my crime scene cleanup work testifies to this fact. Klima recognizes it too. He's done enough trauma cleanup to know. He should have recognized the inherent, unethical conduct of those feeding work to his "boss." Orange County Crime Scene Cleaners, as described, received welfare-to-work from Orange County employees as well as Santa Ana police officers. I really don't know how to feel as a grassroots, political activist thinking this corruption through. It's way over the top. I'll keep it in mind as I spend the rest of my life protesting on Santa Ana's Civic Center Drive and elsewhere. God save us from a growing crony capitalism! Yes, we need the FBI, not the Sheriff. So please tell me, what was the FBI doing when they were beating up on our former Sheriff Corona (now inmate Corona)? Next to crime scene cleanup corruption in the county's government, sheriff, coroner, fire, and public guardian, Corona was like a goldfish swimming in a piranha tank. Does a body of supervisors exist anywhere in Orange County, California? If so, where's their on switch? A Confused Character?Klima's The Dead Janitors Club reads like a patchwork of creative writing exercises skillfully aligned into his crime scene cleanup descriptions. As a result, some confusion appears by his sloppy handling of his work experience. In fact, this story has more to do with coming of age in the world of work than crime scene cleanup. I can't help thinking of Phillip K. Dick's characters' jumping about his seam-filled pages while reading Klima. Both create puzzle-like character relationships and chapters. For example, near the end of his story his poor self-esteem begins to reach readers as he evaluates his cleaning life. Crime scene cleaners have a place on his hierarchical scale of labor's value next to "carnies." Carnival workers, that is. How he comes to this assessment after a very narrow experience in crime scene cleanup needs further exploration. After all, his employer and pal, Dirk, belongs to that low class of civil servants we call "cronies." For Dirk, he remains loyal to "keep the company" going. He understands little of a professional cleaner's place in our society. Perhaps his college education missed life in Europe during the 13th century's "Black Plague." It's today's "janitors" that protect us from fleas riding on the backs of scavenging rats. I'd call janitorial work a "socially necessary occupation" in our advanced capitalist society. Rid our buildings of janitors, then we can rid ourselves of other occupations, but for our coroners and morticians. Yes, janitors, be they crime scene cleaners or not, have a socially necessary role much higher than found among advertising agents and other high flyers in his employment hierarchy. In fact, I've yet to find an advertisement that I need for survival. Did he share his Hollywood stories and lust for pornographic videos? These ideas we must keep in context, for sure. We know writers lie. We know to invoke a willing suspense of disbelief as Klima's world moves from the gospel of Jesus Christ and Latter Day Saints to Deep Throat. Such tension must bear a Truth in a new voice brought to The Dead Janitors Club, a play on The Dead Poet's Society, for sure. A life change must invoke an oppositional-defiance. Such a change must include replacing a deviant, suicidal, boyhood pal with a self-centered, corrupt sheriff's employee. His girlfriend remains a flat character, a victim to Klima's oppositional-defiance shown by his attachment to Dirk.. As flat as characters become, ala John Wayne, Dirk's failure to grow beyond pure greed tells us what Klima's character understands. Little. Cronies suck tax payer blood. They defraud widows and widowers. They defraud infants and mothers of infants. Profiting at the expense of our American free enterprise system, they defraud the future. More, his character reminds us a number of times that he and Dirk stole from the dead. I mean, how low can one go from the depths of cronyism, but to steal from the dead? Obviously, then, Klein and Dirk do not perform crime scene cleanup professionally. Neither knows to learn to learn; although, Klein does allude to learning technically from his experiences; his final comments about the population of crime scene cleaners leads me to believe this character's consciousness remains in its juvenile development stage. Both characters remain unethical and on a treasure hunt. They have little or no training in crime scene cleanup, a wishy-washy idea passed on as "certification" by scheming crime scene cleanup school owners. I've mentioned how Klein probably patched his creative writing exercises together from his CSUF drinking binge. How much more would it have taken to educate his dead person janitor? How much good could he have done for his readers by including cleaning information for those tasked with cleaning after violent crime scenes and suicides, besides decompositions following unattended deaths. We learn from Klein that the "bunny suit" becomes a real drag, something in the way to slow his "cleaning." I would expect as much because I do not wear a bunny suit either. In fact, many times when cleaning for crime scene cleanup, suicide cleanup, or decomposition cleanup, I begin without gloves on. But, I'm three feet away from source material. I use extension polls without working brushes, microfiber towels, and others tools fastened for "pre-cleaning" and disinfecting. Klima might have discussed disinfecting one's hands, arms, and face following a biohazard cleanup. A simple spray bottle filled with rubbing alcohol works wonders. Rather, he spends time glorifying a past managing pornography sales. Imagine, crime scene cleaners are low on his honor list of occupations while he, managing propaganda for the sexual abuse of women, stands tall. This is what I mean by a "confused character." We don't learn about "cleaning" from this crime scene cleaner's story. What I got out of this story informed me that neither Klein nor Dirk respected the scientific method; neither tested, sampled, nor otherwise went about the business of learning to do crime scene cleanup. Old lady Targuses' body fat became a play thing. A simple wet-dry shop vac would have solved this simple extraction issue. Even in their own world, using their own knowledge base, our crime scene cleanup story might have helped readers learn how to do blood cleanup. In no place do we see an effort to increase cleaning knowledge; this missed opportunity for a sometimes funny book serves no one. In few places do we have an explanation about blood and its characteristics as it progresses through decomposition. Soiled marble floors or concrete, for that matter, ought not mystify a crime scene cleaner, crony or "carnie," for that matter. So as the Targuses' Mc Mansion caused great consternation, remedies were at hand:
Oddly enough, other "crime scene cleaners" have taken jack hammers to blood soiled concrete and natural stone. Still others continue to "clean up" blood without taking a moment to understand the nature of blood cleanup. Testing a paste combination of soda and water usually removes blood from marble and other stones. An overlapping, circular motion with mild to strong pressure should do the trick. Scratches may appear, but none too deep for a marble polisher's skills. Klima reveals a number of tensions. Psychological, social, spiritual, emotional, occupational, and geographical. Psychologically, he grew up in a safe family rank-order for children; neither first nor last, he had a middle path. Such things mattered to Klima's character we're told as he travels North to Oregon with his mother. He has enough sense to avoid drugs, a high point in his life if ever he had one. Klimas's no different than so many other artists: he's probably a damn liar. It doesn't matter though, because he succeeds at giving readers a sense, a feeling for his day. Klima's world of a super beach, Mormon upbringing, perhaps sound if not a drag, and Hollywood porn world tell us these conflicting tensions play a part in our world for us all, but uniquely for each in his or her place. That's a sure piece of art work. So here truth lives day to day, not eternally. Here Klima's art weaves an emotional experience as we find homicide disrupting his early years, an emotional shot for certain. Not until he reaches an African American family victimized by suicide does Klima reveal his characters new, emotional self: Hard. Not sharing consideration or compassion once present, he remains present as a sucker for Dirk's manipulations. Never does Klima broach the issue of Dirk's manipulation of work. How many jobs went out the door to others for kickbacks? How many jobs went out the door to Dirk's cousin while Klima sat faithfully waiting for an opportunity to work. Heads up crime scene cleaners of the world, because Klima missed a genuine fact of life for a crime scene cleaner. Like it or not, the boss gets the biggest chunk of cheese while the guy making the churner turn gets the rat-sized pieces. Hence, how Klima went through two years of Orange County crime scene cleanup work without dreaming of his own crime scene cleanup gig remains a mystery. Isn't the whole pie better than its crumbs? Or is it that he knew one needs government employee referrals to do crime scene cleanup in Orange County? It is the case that no one succeeds at crime scene cleanup in Orange County, California without at least one of two conditions:
As anyone in the know will confirm, it's best to have an Orange County government job Face-to-face contact with grieving families of homicide, suicide, and unattended death mishaps remain preferable to a peripheral county death administration job. This way one owns the sources of production and the means of production, if they wish. It doesn't hurt to have a dead supervisors club, a dead DA's club, a dead coroner's club, a dead county administrator/public guardians' club, or a dead sheriff's department club. But this is wishful thinking. The fact is they need not be dead. They do little for victims of violent death dead or alive. Crime scene cleanup crooks never had it so good as they do in Richard Nixon's home county. Blood on natural stone does come out; it also comes out when honed or simply polished. Although marble polishing may have seemed like too much for Orange County crime scene cleaners, a professional crime scene cleaner will learn this task when the need arises. Besides marble polishing, a poultice, a paste, would have drawn blood stains out of the Targuse's marble. It is made from absorbent material mixed with a solvent and possibly other cleaning agents. A poultice of lemon juice and baking soda is great for removing stains from plastic laminate (Formica) countertops. Put the lemon juice on first and let it sit for ten minutes, then mix in the baking soda and leave the paste on until it dries. Poultices for removing stains from marble and other porous stone can be made with chalk, talc, or whiting, mixed with the appropriate solvent. (For oil or grease: paint thinner or lighter fluid. For ink: alcohol or Ditto fluid. For food stains: hydrogen peroxide and a few drops of ammonia.) Commercially prepared poultices are also available from stone care specialty shapes, like Hardrock Tools. Klima's not alone. From a quick Internet search, I pulled this out about blood cleanup on concrete -- it's all wrong.
http://www.cleanupblog.com/cleaning-methods/concrete-blood-like-oil-and-water/ I could go on. Those odors in his various working environments subside once removal of source material ends. Then it's a matter of time and ventilation. Also, sealing large areas with a good sealer helps, like Zinnsser or Kilz oil based products. Then there's good old ozone to really get at it. Klima and Dirk truly missed the boat when it comes to crime scene cleanup.
I found finding seams in Klein's work easy enough. That's OK, too. Phillip K. Dick's writing came to mind as one seam between stories revealed a lethargy appearing from start to finish. Klima's writing style set a high curve to maintain from the beginning, and we should expect a downward spiral at some point. His attention to detail in the Targuses mansion set a high bar to keep up. Also, Klima's novice use of Freudian terminology revealed a sophomoric background in psychology, but it works. He adds humor with his crude psychology. I came away with a story of a young man trying to find his way in our world of work, labor and wages. He never does find his place in a world now condemned to a new feudalism well over-populated with wage earners working at minimum wage and too few middle-class consumers. His middle-class arrogance condensendly classifies workers by their wages, not their social value and humanity. He's no Shakespeare, I mean. He misses the bigger, sociological implications of Orange County's plunge into a government cronyism spinning larger in a greater, stratified system of doers and takers, workers and government free loaders. His loyalty to Dirk signifies a loyalty to corruption over personal growth and a higher calling for this once Mormon son. He's gearing up for a position in Orange County's sheriff-coroner's crony gang, I gather.
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A Review of The Dead Janitors ClubSee government cronyism graphic. ImportAnt lead-in ndofrmation: "The stories come in slowly from north, south, east, and west. Small companies vanquished by nepotism in coroners' offices lose out as nepotism slowly replaces free enterprise in the crime scene cleanup business. Civil servants, tax supported employees often seize the better paying death scenes for their relatives and friends, and at the bereaved and insurance company's loss." Eddie Evans, Monday, October 1, 2007 http://crime-scene-cleanup.blogspot.com\
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