It’s been well over a decade since I bore witness to the unspeakable. I’d thought that it was behind us, forgotten and buried, gone and dealt with.

I was wrong.

This time around Sarah was there to experience the carnage with me.

As in the past, this year’s Santa Claus Parade had a heavy police presence and everyone looking over their shoulders.

A dour paramilitary presence added somber tones to the distressing gathering.

And, as before, there were crass displays of wanton debauchery and depravity.

It seems few people heeded my warnings. Although I doubt many more will do so next year, it’s my sincere hope that this message will reach at least a few and that the annuals horrors imposed on the city by this event can be alleviated, even if only slightly.