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“Life is beautiful if you are on the road to somewhere.”— Orhan Pamuk

There are times when you have nothing to do on the weekend – tired of visiting the mall, doing grocery shopping, taking kids to the park and bored of spending a good weekend at home. We all need a time off from our routine life and getting away on a long drive on an open road is the best way to get into the unobstructed mind and rediscover parts of yourself that have been lost in the hustle and bustle of everyday life back home. Road trips are an amazing experience for a travel zealot who loves adventure and long drives!

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Safe Driving

Jekyll and Hyde

 

 

Jekyll and Hyde


Every day I commute my least favorite Road in my travels, US-19. It’s a road that instigates speeding, the lights are approximately  one mile apart, the speed limit varies to 55 mph. Not good when you have six or more U turn lanes all within one light. The Roadway is always congested and everyone is always travelling above the speed limit. Smash Ups are daily, injury and fatalities are frequent. A lot of which could be avoided if people traveled in a conscientious state of mind,  knowing that each side of the street is lined with Stores. People are always doing stupid things like misjudging the distance of approaching traffic while making U- turns and crossing lanes to get to their destination. putting themselves and others at risk. Just getting to the other side of the road is nothing short of playing a game of chicken. I am a driving enthusiast who appreciate the Automobile and  my life, so riding this Road five days a week back and forth is my primary Job. Navigating this treacherous road one hour each way every day become nothing short of a game of skills, and discipline.

 

 

 


By having the use of the internet I surf world wide to see how other Countries fare with their poorly designed roadways and bad drivers who think they are race car drivers, it’s the same everywhere. Why is this? It appears that some people who can’t cut an Onion without cutting off a finger. gets behind the wheel where they develop a Jekyll and Hyde personality. Mild mannered  courteous and intellectual, they get behind the wheel and all that change to a rude and abrasive Crud. Young people driving for less than one year, old people driving for fifty years, gets behind the wheel and the reckless speed demon comes out. I have got to tell you Road Maniacs that I have the driving skills to lose Cops in a chase at speeds exceeding 140, my speedometer says 170, not even at eighteen years old would I have considered doing 140 mph,  I am one of the most civilized drivers on the road because I enjoy life. Whether I am going five miles or fifteen hundred miles my goal is to get from point A- to point B without a scratch. While the majority of drivers I encounters daily travel on a wing and a prayer.

 

(Seat Belts don’t always Work so why bet your Life)

 



Driving is something you should excel at from the previous days experiences. Whims and flight of fancies behind the wheel is for fools with total disregard for their lives and yours. One day travelling my least favorite Road, my car driven less than nine thousand miles, it was early afternoon so the road wasn’t congested. On a stretch posted 45 Mph I was doing 55, I looked in my rear view mirror the traffic that was following was more than one mile behind. I decided to change lanes to the middle lane, it appears that this young flighty girl driving a twenty years old Heap must have traveled at eighty Mph to have caught up with me in the short time I looked away from the rear view, now we were both sharing the same Lane. If my car was not equipped with blind spot sensors we both would be dead.

 



This is the mindless operation of a Car I am always beating the Drum about. They are out there everywhere. So it is for you the contentious driver to always be on the lookout for the people with missing screws. The driving Instructor who crafted my skills told me to always drive like I am the only one who knows what I am doing. Ten minutes after writing this Blog on a trip to the Bank three miles away,  on a strip of road posted 35 Mph I see a Tow Truck pulling a newer car out of the Ditch with extensive front end damage. Two minutes later a Car driven by mister Flighty became glued to my bumper with his twenty five years old Heap as if I was Towing him. I put on my emergency flashing lights, he backed off slightly and continued driving in his usual mindless approach. Now at twenty nine thousand miles I still sweat bullets when it leaves the driveway.

Life, Parenting And Relationships

Killer Mom

Killer Mom

I was no more than seventeen, Man about Town or so I thought, until I witnessed one of the most brutal acts of child abuse perpetrated on a kid by his own Mother. One Summer’s afternoon I pulled up to Cindy’s House to pick up her Sister for a Date, she informed me that Joy went to the Store and would return shortly. She invited me in and to make myself at home, Sin as she was called unbeknownst to me for more than just a nickname. She was a Horrible person  a Child abuser and a loose woman with two children. Wasn’t more than five minutes that I sat in the living Room when she returned with two Beers and snuggled up to me so close air could not pass between us.

It appears that Joy her younger Sister was sent on a wild Goose chase and I was now Cindy’s Date. This girl was fast, now I know why she was twenty four with two children six and seven, now she was putting the moves on me looking for her third one. What did I have to complain about, any seventeen year old would be happy to go tell his friends that he was Seduced by a twenty four years old Woman. It was at that early age that I became familiar with bad parenting. Where I come from Moms and Dads were there for your protection. The kids were playing on the floor she was hot with the foreplay and ordered them to go play in their Room. The Girl left the Room as told the Boy was reluctant he stayed put, she called the Girl back into the Room and ordered her to discipline the Boy for not complying.

Never before have I ever seen a Parent using one sibling to discipline another and fifty years later never heard of such a practice.  The Children were standout Karate Students the Girl was one year older and a Brown Belt. Like a Ringmaster at a Dogfight she gave the command to fight, it still hadn’t occurred to me that this was the real deal and this was not the first time, I thought they were only putting on an exhibition for my entertainment. After the first two blows landed to the Boy’s Head I knew that no Karate Instructor in his right Mind would teach kids to fight like that, it was her doings. This was an Evil person destroying two kids.

The Boy put up a valiant effort but was no match for his Sister, now I was embarrassed for All and had to leave. I have regretted being a Dumb seventeen year old who didn’t go down to the corner and returned with a Cop, but that’s what happens when you are seventeen and think you know it  all. That was the case for her also, to be knocked up twice by eighteen and had  been A Bad Parent every step of the way. I will forever be talking about kids becoming Parents, snubbing their own life with Responsibility beyond their capabilities. Being a good Parent is a selfless Act.

How do I know? My Brother was a Dad at seventeen but not a Parent. Life is strange it gives you all the clues as early as you recognize them. Maturity should come early from the School of Life. No! It sheds a group of Mindless people who were never told that Life is not Perfect and never will be. They suffer setbacks and they take it out on the Kids, they split up early and it’s you are just like your Father. It doesn’t stop there sometimes the kid gets what the father would have gotten if he was close by. One month ago a celebrity type jumped to her death in NY holding her seven year hand, because she couldn’t deal with the stress of a messy divorce.We try to give our kids all they need to survive and grow into Adulthood yet not a word about them being parents themselves. Worst of all you weren’t up to the Job yourself. What they say Monkey see Monkey do.

Cindy was a bad Mom but not the worst,and then there are killer Moms and Dads. In my earlier Blog Filicide I laid it out how young frustrated parents kill their infant children for simple things like crying constantly or acting up or to exact revenge on the other parent.  As I have said over and again any Idiot can crawl in the Sack and make a Baby not everyone is up to the Task of Parenting.

Remembering me telling you that being a Parent is a selfless act . I was a late pregnancy everyone told her it was dangerous and she should abort me, despite the fact that she could lose her life she chose to give me life. That is why I simply cannot understand a Parent taking their own kids life. I have been living in the Tampa area for four years and there have been a minimum of six Filicide to date. Sunday September 2nd spawned yet another Baby Killer, after a bitter split and months of abuse to her two years old son Charisse Stinson reported to the Cops that her two years old son Jordan was Kidnapped.

For three Days everyone in my old Neighborhood of Largo Florida is looking for this child. The case is only a week old so I have to mince my words. It is rumored that she had struck the child and he hit his head which produced Seizures. Knowing she had many questions to answer at the Hospital she kept the child overnight, the next day she was seen putting out garbage, the same day the child is reported missing. On Tuesday the child’s Body is found in a wooded area of my old Neighborhood. She is promptly arrested and charged with his Murder. The Girl is twenty and is clueless as to the responsibilities of Parenting what do you expect.

Jordan Belliveau, the 2-year-old toddler who went missing for more than two days, was found dead late Tuesday.

His 21-year-old mother, Charisse Stinson, now faces a charge of first-degree murder in the death of her child.

“As you can imagine, this is an extremely difficult and emotional time for all of us,” said a shaken Largo police Chief Jeffrey Undestad at a night news conference that night.

 

 

Largo police revealed no other details about the case, including the cause of Jordan’s death and what evidence or statements may implicate the mother, who struggled to care for her child amidst a chaotic relationship with the father.

 

 

This is a Published Article on the Subject of Filicide.

 

A parent killing a child happens more often than we think

(CNN) It’s the most unfathomable of crimes: a parent killing their own child. It grabs headlines when it happens — like this week in Georgia, where a mom is accused of stabbing four of her children to death. The reality is, filicides happen with depressing regularity in the US. And mothers are almost as likely to be the killers as fathers.

Of course we’re shocked whenever we hear about a parent taking the life of their own children. Think Andrea Yates or Susan Smith. But what’s even more shocking (and sad) is that this type of crime happens a lot. A study in the journal Forensic Science International looked at three decades worth of filicide cases (between 1976 and 2007) and found they occurred about 500 times a year in the US.

Almost 72% of those killed by their own parents were 6 years old or younger.

And one-third of the victims were just babies under 1 year of age.

But more than 13% of the victims were adults, specifically people in ages running from 18 to 40 years old. So the threat of filicide doesn’t go away when people get old enough to move out on their own.

More than 40% of the killers in these crimes were mothers, with fathers making up about 57% of those who killed their own offspring.

Cheryl Meyer, co-author of several books on the subject, said it’s probable that a mother kills a child somewhere in the US once every three days.

Only 10% of the victims were killed by their stepparents. That means 90% of the victims were the biological sons or daughters of the killer. And sons (52%) were more likely to be killed than daughters (38%).

Parents used what the study called “personal weapons” to beat, choke or drown victims in the majority of cases involving underage kids.

If the victims were adults, parents used guns in 72% of such killings.

There are several reasons why

Dr. Timothy Mariano, the study’s lead author, offered up three theories: the parents are often mentally ill, they usually have higher levels of testosterone and the offspring that they kill may be considered unwanted.

Forensic psychiatrist Phillip J. Resnick, pioneer in the study of filicide research, identified five major reasons:

Altruism: The parent kills the child because he or she may perceive it to be in the child’s best interest. It may be reality-based (e.g., the child suffers from a terminal illness) or precede the suicide of the parent, as the parent feels it would be unfair to leave the child behind to face the cruel world.

Acute psychosis: The parent kills the child based on ideas that are inconsistent with reality. For example, the parent believes the child has been possessed by the devil.

Unwanted child: The parent kills the child that he or she regards as a hindrance.

Accidental: The child’s death is an unintentional outcome of parental physical abuse.

Spousal revenge: The parent kills the child in an effort to exact revenge on the other parent.

 

 

 

 

 

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A Train called Me

A Train called Me

I couldn’t have been more than fifteen when I complained to Mom about my little Gig stocking shelves at the Supermarket. Her Philosophical answer, to get by in this World you have to kiss Ass until you can kick em. Moral, as long as you are dependent you suck it up until you can do better. Man were those words ever riveted in my Brain. It was those words that kept me grounded and in check through my horrendous teenage, thinking at fourteen that I was my own Man. My attitude was rambunctious believing that I could do whatever I wanted to do. Still not able to feed and clothe myself or put a Roof over my head. Mother was not a difficult person, but her rules were to be obeyed.  Juvenile Delinquents are people who outright refuses to do what they are told thinking that they can skirt the Law. When my Kids were twelve and thirteen there was a Sign in my Basement Den, “now that you know everything, you can move out and pay your own way”. Now a Sign like that would have me kissing Ass.

At fifteen I knew the importance of a Job and not to grow up Illiterate. But I still couldn’t afford to move out. So that’s why  when she found my Ounce of Marijuana I shut my mouth and acted Repentantly. Even though It wasn’t long after that at sixteen, going to a Party she told me to be in the House by 12. While she was talking I could hear the little Demons in my Head “she is not talking to me” I’m coming home when I please, that is Delinquent thinking. Long after twelve I came stumbling home almost 6am Shit faced and all, what was I thinking that I could Rule a strong Willed Woman. She lay- waited me behind the Door with a Broom Handle that dropped me to my knees. Another JD would have gotten up and be conforontational, I took it like a man. Being a single Woman raising a child like me she had no choice but to be tough, otherwise I would have end up ruling her.

Once again more Ass to kiss, I disobeyed her wishes while I was living under her Roof,  they were to be respected, or move out, again I choose to stay and try to co-exist while not paying Rent. This is where a lot of kids develop misconceptions, thinking that their parents are obligated to put up with whatever crap they dish out on their parents. I knew that my Mother was not obligated, she had remedies like putting me in a Juvenile Detention Center. Instead she chose to work with me. When you get to the point where your parents can’t tell you anything, it’s time to move out.  My Mother and I got along famously  both strong Willed and neither afraid to match Wits. She would Bond with me to control my mindset of being bad, drowned me with Honey so she  could hardcore Reason with me. Then she would flip like a light switch with the ultimatums. She would look me in the eyes and told me at seventeen, if you leave this House, Don’t come back,  I was going to a meeting of the Radical Extremist Panther Party. How she knew what I was up to her name must have been Holmes. A good Parent have to be a Detective to know what their kids are up to.That’s a Great Mother. She would crawl in a Skark’s Belly to save her son, on the other hand she would put me on the Streets to see the Evil of my ways. Tough Love is using your wisdom and experience to break someone.

I was on a Runaway Train and she made it her Job to stop the Train called me. By eighteen Mother didn’t have to worry about who I was hanging with, where I was four A.m. in the morning or who the person I was becoming. Her Job was done, her values were a part of me, being responsible for my actions was my nemesis and doing Prison time was my Phobia. On the Road called Life people make wrong turns everyday, Kids aren’t exempt from losing their way. One of the hardest part of Parenting is not giving up on a child who have gone astray. At fourteen I didn’t need any help being a Deviant yet my best friend was a twelve year old Boy who attended Catholic School. a Deviant in his own rights.

He had access to more Marijuana than a Farmer, his older brother sold it, after School we would return to the Basketball Court in the School Yard and smoke the most potent strains till it was dark, and so were we. Gravitating to Street life have nothing to do with who the Parents are, his Parents were upward mobile Professionals and my Mother was a hard working Christian Woman. Without God’s hands working through my Mother the Streets would have won my Soul, chewed me up and spat me out in a New York State Prison. Today I work as a Contract Employee in a County Justice System, with a Criminal Record I could not have gotten the Job.

This is where my Life comes full Circle seeing all the Babies coming to Court, some barely twelve, some being Remanded and not going back Home. In an earlier Blog I stated that Teenagers know everything except projecting five years down the Road. Neil Young puts it Best ” old Man take a look at my Life I’m a lot like you were. Tom Petty’s Soul Asylum should be a Beacon for Wayward Teens like I was. I think about Pac all the time and wonder how his Life would have turned out with a Mother like mine.