About Kruma

I was born and raised in Ann Arbor, Michigan to a middle-class family with quasi-black militant political leanings.
Sometime in the mid to late 1970s some of my family went from hard working middle-class blue collar laborers to being enraptured virtually overnight with “fearing God,” “living in the last days,” and “burning in hell.”
Before long, they even had me looking for signs of the apocalypse in everything from breakfast cereal to cloud formations.
Eventually they turned me on to the fact that Ronald Wilson Reagan had six letters in each of his three names, which not so coincidentally is also the sign of the beast of the apocalypse.
They also point out that if you look at the cover of Prince’s 1999 album upside down, the letters spell out the word “devil 666” if you take the liberty to mix the letters around.
Naively believing that people who look for cryptic messages in stuff like this listen to reason, I tried to point out to them that it would be pretty difficult not to have a capitalized letter P not look like a lowercase “d” from upside down. Not to mention that the number 9 upside down is practically indistinguishable from the number 6 as well.
Unfortunately my argument fell on deaf ears but did manage to get me placed under suspicion of being a witch.
Good thing I was too skinny to float.
Eventually growing sick and tired of being afraid of every thunderstorm, earthquake, tornado and chicken pox outbreak as being a sign of the end of the world I made a concerted effort to try to put things in perspective.
I watched the ABC made for television movie The Day After from beginning to end and walked away from it convinced that President Reagan was going to get us all killed.
Soon I all but abandoned FM radio in favor of AM talk radio personalities that I trusted to keep tabs on what was going on in the world.
It didn’t take long though to figure out that conspiracy theorists on the radio were essentially no better than the apocalypse watchers in my own family.
Then puberty hits and I began to insist that this whole “eternal damnation/apocalypse” thing would be sufferable as long as I didn’t die a virgin.
 
My life found a new focus.
Fast forward 6 years.
I was still a virgin, but curiously there still hadn’t been any reports of sword wielding deities kicking down people’s doors and dragging people kicking and screaming to hell so apparently I still had time.
Fast forward to college.
Studying African-American history/philosophy at Eastern Michigan University taught me that understanding what happened yesterday helps make what is happening today make a lot more sense.
I thought I was on to something.     
I discovered the Internet on accident while waiting in the computer lab for correspondence e-mails from the best chance that I had at the time of getting laid.
Fast forward 4 years.
After weaning myself off of all of the free porn readily available online I discovered the other use for the Internet, the gathering and dissemination of information.
With the discovery of the Internet completing my transformation into a full fledge news junkie, I realized that reading the news everyday has taken me back to square one, looking for signs of the apocalypse in everything from breakfast cereal to cloud formations.
At least now I’ve written a book about it.