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The Monsters We Create

Anthony Dixon

The Monsters we Create

One of my Readers once asked me , how do I get Centered to start writing. I told him that most of my Blogs are created in my Head as I go about the Business of Living. Situations I encountered, People I meet or just Daily Occurrences around me. For instance today one of Dr Phill’s Guest were a Teenager whose Mother was in Jail for Animal Cruelty. The Woman is said to be a good Mother who involved herself in School and Parent Teacher activities. One Day while punishing her fourteen years old Son for not doing his Homework among other things. She placed his Hamster in a Plastic Bag, gave him a Hammer and ordered her Son to Kill it. Now I ask you since when does Parenting comes to training your Children to kill. I have always held the Contention that Children who start out killing Lizards and small Animals graduated to People. So there you have the motivation for this Blog people creating Monsters in the way they Handle Children. The problems they create for Society by performing mindless acts of abuse on a Child. Not having the foresight to see down the Road around the Bend what a Traumatic experience can Manufacture. My first experience of Adults abusing Children came at the age of eight. We were going through a desperate Straight, deep in Poverty, Heads below the water. My Mother was one of the hardest Working Woman I have ever met.

She raised two Boys by herself after our no good Dad ran out on us. That was actually the first act of abuse, even tho too young to see. During that period Mother spent more time in the Hospital than Home. I was sent to live with Affluent Family Members whose Children were in College. My Father- in law thought that College made Fools of those without Common Sense. Here I was eight years old and just about starving. One Day I went to the Refrigerator and help myself to a Delicacy I didn’t have at Home, Milk. My Cousin the College Man observed me drinking the Milk. This Idiot took off his Belt, equivalent to a Barber’s Razor Strap, three inches wide. He beat me like a Jockey trying to get his Horse to the Wire, all the time calling me a Thief. At eight years old I considered Murder in Retaliation. In the County Government where I work as a Contractor, we have an eight years old awaiting Trial for the attempted Murder of his Sister. Also a nine years old awaiting Trial for Stabbing his Grandmother to Death. Take Head People, be careful of the Monsters you create. Siblings and Children in general are brutal punishers. Many times Parents cast a Blind Eye, or just think that its just Sibling rivalry. Many times the Tormentors have deep Rooted Hate and resentment for the Recipient of their Wrought. The following Blog is from My early Collection, I thought it was perfect for this Train of Thought and needed to be re- Blogged.

Favorite Son

Mothers are supposed to be our protectors, our Guardian Angels. Julie however did not see it that way. When she was young she fell in love with an older Man, suave and debonair, also well to do, but a Player nonetheless, she was totally overwhelmed by his charms. Women are so foolish when it comes to that type of thing, they are so easily played. If I was a woman and a Man turned on the charm on me like that, to the point where I was helpless and could not say no to his Casanova’s suave style. That would set off a red light in my Mind, that this Guy could charm a Hooker out of her hard earned money, and instead pay him for his services. Some Guys are just that good, most young Women have no defenses to a man like that. Julie was a sucker for his charms, she crumbled and had a child for him.

Did not take long for her to realize that she was taken for a ride and that this Man was a formidable Player, and that she wasn’t the first and by no means the last. Some Guys think that it is a form of conquest to have a whole lot of kids with different Women, sort of like a Sheikh and his Harem. Julie’s Heart was shattered, but the Child she had for him kept her Heart happy that she had something of his, that one day may bring him back. All this Child was to her was a Memorabilia of someone she would never have. She spoiled the Child rotten, never setting limitations or Boundaries. The Child grow wild and out of control, a ticking Time Bomb. Nine years went by Julie met another Man got married and had a child. Bad mistake, for nine years it was only the two of them, the Kid was quite satisfied with the way things were, no one else for her to share her affections with. The jealousy and resentment on his part was never masked, jealous of his new Brother and resentment of the Stepfather.

Big Brother was not up to sharing his Mother with some Half Brother, he rebelled, whined and snickered, always up in her arms where his infant Brother should be, in her Lap and in her Bed. For God’s sake what does it takes for someone to call the Child Psychologist. What is it? Am I the only one with a figurative Head on my Shoulder. Jealously was rampant in this little spoiled rotten Brat, after a while it finally hit him square in the face. Little Brother was here to stay, unless he took him out of the perfect Picture that once was, the relationship he once shared with his own personal Mom. I don’t remember when the Beatings started, I believe it was when the infant was one. This little Monster unleashed a campaign of Terror on his infant Brother. The Infant had Black Eyes, and highly visible Bruises representative of Abuse. The Baby always showed signs of fear for Big Brother, always cowering from sharp advances. Mother was as demented as son, all the time looking the other way, Daddy Chicken Shit fearing losing his beautifully Ugly new Wife refused to face the reality of what was transparent. They both neglected to put a stop to the Terror the Child was undergoing, at the hand of his Evil Step Brother. The Abuse continued for four more years before Eunuch Dad decided that Marriage or not, after cries and prompting from onlookers urged him to stand up and be a Father to his Child.

It was apparent that the Ignorant Woman chose to be Mother to only one Child, who was a constant reminder of her first Love. Without a doubt as evil as her Terroristic Son. the beating did not stop until the helpless Child ended up in the Hospital with Bowels obstruction and intestinal damage, where Big Brother had targeted his blows to avoid detection. As everyone knows that Psychopaths are clever in covering their Tracks. Am I the only one here that see a clear case of Child neglect, abuse and conspiracy, these People should be in Jail, one thing for certain, they will have to deal with their conscience and their God. Life is so ungiving, there are People out there that possess all the traits of good Parents and can’t have kids, and others that shouldn’t have a Pet, have all the Children they wanted.

My God what a Wicked World we live in, both Parents were aware of the Abuse and did nothing for four years until we threatened to expose them to the Child Welfare Department. How do these People live with themselves. Parenting does not sink to a lower level than that. This is why I can’t cast Judgement on the eight years old Child awaiting Trial in the Justice System where I work. No one knows his Situation for trying to Kill his Sister. Or the nine years old also awaiting Trial for killing his Grandmother. I would not be the Ideal Juror for either of these Cases, because I am Prejudicial to Abusers, being abused myself.

Life, Motivation, Safe Driving

Telluride

Anthony Dixon

   

Those of you who follow my Safe Driving Blogs knows that I have covered Millions of Miles Driving. Many of those Miles Driving Commercially and the rest covering Cross Country Road Trips. It is a Phenomenal Accomplishment to have had only two bad Accidents that were not caused by me. One with a Truck with bad Brakes and one by a Nut Driving a Jaguar who cut me off on Ice covered Pavement. Both with no Injuries. One Speeding Ticket in over fifty years of Driving covering millions of Miles is also a Feat. Better yet I have always travelled over the speed limit. How can I do that without collecting Tickets? A Trucker once told me that traffic Cops will not write a ticket until you reach the magic number. If you don’t reach the magic number, it doesn’t cover Administrative Costs and is not worth writing the Ticket.

I am not going to Publish the Magic number, because if I do everyone will be Driving at the same speed as I do, creating Congestion. You have slow Congestion and fast congestion, both are the wrong way to Drive. Vehicles need to be Staggered, that’s how you Drive for fifty years with no Accidents. If you Live Day to Day each Day is a new Learning experience. I was having this same conversation with one of my Coworkers, from observing the way my other Coworkers perform their Jobs on a Daily basis. Over and again I tell him that the Labor Laws stipulates that before you can fire a new Employee, you have to give them ninety Days to learn the Job. My contention is, if you are clueless as to what the Job entails, you should not have taken the Job in the first place.

Furthermore if you are a quick learner, after the first week you should have a firm grip on what you are doing. It should not take ninety Days or three Hundred Days. When I came up with the Notion that I wanted to write Blogs about Safe Driving and having my own Website. I knew that I had the Driving Experience to speak Authoritatively on the Subject. However the the most Words that I have ever formulated were a five Hundred Words Essay in my High School English Literature Classes. Now here I was fifty years later wanting to write Blogs. When my Website Designer notified me that the Site was completed, he told me that I had ten Days to produce ten Blogs. He told me that you can’t Launch a Website with nothing on it.

Before setting Pen to Paper I went to the Library and got two Books on writing Blogs. At the end of ten Days ten Blogs were Posted on my New Website. It didn’t take me ninety Days to learn what Writing Blogs entails. Neither should anything you do in Life, if you apply yourself. Driving shouldn’t be any Different than learning your Job or developing a strong Relationship over a period of time. With that being said let’s move on to the Subject at hand, Driving. I understand that there are many among you who don’t like my Krass Style of talking about the way you Drive. Over the years I have learned that if you speak to People intelligently and they still play the Fool, you treat them as such. Usually I don’t Name the Characters I Write about. However Tom needs to know how I feel about his callous attitude towards Life.

For years I wanted to tell Tom that he was Stupid, when you tell the truth feelings get hurt and sometimes it starts a fight. Nonetheless I must tell you about Tom. I worked with Tom for years on Construction Projects, the only place that Safety is of the utmost concern than Construction Sites is Driving. He practiced safety on neither. I have never met  anyone else like Tom in my Lifetime. This Man was chronic Late for every occasions including Work. We took turn Driving our Cars to work, naturally some Days I am the Passenger. One Day on our way to Work, we were on this strip of Road straight through the Woods of Pennsylvania. The Road was posted 35 MPH, every half a Mile Signs were Posted, “watch for Deers” those Signs meant nothing to Tom.

We were Late as usual so he did 75 MPH the entire Strip. If a Herd of Deers had crossed our Path, I would not be writing this Blog. One Day we were working on a Roof, the Supervisor warned Tom about working Dangerously close to the Edge of the Roof repeatedly. It was as if the Supervisor was talking to a Rock. At Witt’s end the Supervisor told Tom that he was Dumber than a Bunch of Rocks. Labor Laws frowns on how Management talks to Employees. However the Boss was Dead to Right. Those of you who follow my Blog knows that I presently work for a County Justice System. The Building I work in is two Football Field Long. It houses over twenty Courtrooms. The third floor is mostly Traffic Court.

This Building Generates more money than a Wall Street Brokerage House. How so you say? Handing out Fines, sometimes in the Thousands of Dollars. Anywhere from People choosing to pay Fines than doing Jail Time to People caught Driving without Insurance. Yesterday I got off the Elevator on the third floor, there were no less than two Hundred People in the Hallway waiting to part with their hard earned Cash to some heavy Handed Judge. I say to myself ” Dumber than a Bunch of Rocks” remember me telling you about Administrative Costs, multiply three Hundred and fifty Dollars times two Hundred. That is why I never exceed twelve MPH above the speed Limit. I would rather go to the Casino and feed the one arm Bandits, than giving my Money to the Cash Cow of the County.

If you can’t get  Insurance or you can’t afford it, you can not Drive, and you are not supposed to be Driving, not even to the Corner Store. You think you can’t afford it or think you can skirt the Law you are so wrong. What you can’t afford is the Law Suit to recover Damages, while you are sitting in Jail. When you get out of Jail and your old job didn’t wait for you, your new Paychecks are Garnished to the max and there is a Levy on everything you own. That’s as close to Ruin that anyone wants to get. So why is my Home State of Florida Ranked in the top three States for Fatal Hit and Runs. The reason for So many Hit and Runs is that  many People are Driving with no Insurance and bad Licenses. This very week that I am writing this Blog, a Woman hit and Killed a five years old Child. She got out of her Car, looked at the Child’s lifeless Body, got back in her Car and took off. Did I mention Rocks. These are the People I share the Roadways with daily. Hit and Run Fatalities should not be Vehicular Manslaughter, just plain and simple Manslaughter, minimum Jail Time should be twenty five years.

Coming Home last Night prompted this Blog. As usual I like to be out front away from the congestion. At one point I approached three Cars travelling side by side at the same speed of forty five. They continued the Rock-like Mentality for over a Mile. As soon as I got my opening I punched it to sixty in a fifty MPH Zone. I distanced myself by two Miles. Wouldn’t you know it that two of these Lame Brains Raced each other at eighty MPH to catch up to me. One positioned his Car Parallel to mine the other half a carlength behind me. Once the Hazards situation developed I put on my Flasher, yet the Idiot stayed glued to my Bumper, Did I mention Dumber than a Bunch of Rocks. Now you have three Cars exceeding the Speed Limit in close quarters, a Recipe for disaster. That’s how they Drive in my Neck of the Woods Tampa USA. Once you pass them they develop an Attitude, now they have a point  to prove. That they are Dumber than a Bunch of Rocks. I would be a Liar if I said that Tampa Drivers are the Worst in the World. I see Plates down here from every other States including Canada, guess what they are all of the same Mindset, Rocks. That’s why we have an average of at least one Fatality each Week in a thirty Mile Radius. Albert Einstein said it Best ” The true Definition of a Fool is someone doing something the same way continuously, each time looking for different Results”. The way you Drive tells People that you “Ride” not just a Vehicle Operator, not just a Driver, Not just a Motorist. A Rider is pretty much like a Jedi Pilot in a Meteor Storm. No matter what they throw at you, you are ready and on the Cutting Edge.A Rider do does not put themselves in Harms Way, they sit back and watch you Burn yourself out. For instance, I am Driving on a Strip of Road, the Rain turned to Ice. Here I am passing a Junkyard of Cars who Skidded off the Road into the Berms, no less than a Hundred Cars. I made it to clear sailing out of the Ice Storm. What does that say about the Hundred I left behind, what does that say about my Driving, I didn’t have Snow Tires with Cleats. Baby I’m a “Rider”. Driving should be no Different than learning your Job, you shouldn’t need more than ninety Days to know what you are doing. The rest comes with practice. Most smart People practice safe sex, yet these same smart People don’t practice safe Driving. In conclusion, Drive to Live and save Lives, not like a Rock. Like anything else in Life settling for Mediocrity hinders Greatness.

Life

To Honor And Love

Anthony Dixon

via To Honor And Love

Excerpts

So you think that you can think for yourself, we encourage individual thinkers, but don’t forget it’s only a fool who rejects sound advice, I have never met a parent who went out of their way to steer their Children wrong. If you start now in rejecting sound advice you grow up to be the head of a Company and nothing is changed, lone Wolves do not survive. When your Parents come forward with constructive criticism, all they are doing is protecting their investment in you, food, clothes, shelter and Colleges are big overheads.

 

Life, Parenting And Relationships

To Honor And Love

Anthony Dixon

 

 

Usually I like to post one Blog a Week but I am presently engaged in a Project that takes all my time. So I have to rely on older Blogs buried in my Website, here is one that I have always been fond of.

 

To Honor And Love 

No one can help me from myself, at Birth I began, bud into Infant and grow into Adolescent. This is where my trouble begins,I know plenty but not enough to choose the right Paths, unless shown by Parents, Friends and Peer pressure. I Rebel and reject my Parents ideas, suggestions and visions of my future. All they want is a better life for me, I should be grateful for someone taking an interest in me and my well being. In this crazy mixed up world, people have no qualms about abandoning their Responsibilities of Parenting with neglect and abuse. So you think that you can think for yourself, we encourage individual thinkers, but don’t forget it’s only a fool who rejects sound advice, I have never met a parent who went out of their way to steer their Children wrong. If you start now in rejecting sound advice you grow up to be the head of a Company and nothing is changed, lone Wolves do not survive. When your Parents come forward with constructive criticism, all they are doing is protecting their investment in you, food, clothes, shelter and Colleges are big overheads.

 



This is how I look at it, if I don’t have an interest in someone’s well being, it is because they put me in that position. At that point you can put us in a Room for eight hours and not a word would pass through my mouth, if you insist I’d still be mute or tell you to shut up. Now being a Parent I could not use that technique on my Kids, so I extended myself to them even when disobey and undermine is working together. When there’s a breakdown in communication the bad Blood of silent moments and distrust destroys Families. Why would you even disobey and not honor my wishes, not taking into account that I am the one who decided to give you life,nourishment and Love, and let you freeload for twenty-five years. Yet you deny respect to the one who puts a Roof over your head instead of an Adoption Center. Who is the lucky one who has to go to work whether they feel well or feel like it, and for that devotion to your well being they do. I met a woman who was a mediator listening to half wit people throwing numbers and dissatisfaction at her all day. She decided to put a Swimming pool in her Backyard to unwind at day’s end. Her grown Daughter of twenty five years old, admonishes the way she is spending her hard earned money. What is wrong with this picture? Who is the parent here?

 




I have seen many Children rule their Parents, this is not what parenting is about, if you let kids wrap you around their fingers you are now the Child. They become the Puppet master, their will is so strong, there’s nothing left of yours. When I was seventeen living under a single moms Roof and told not to do something, if I continued under cloak and got apprehended, got my face slapped, I manned up and took my punishment. Because when the Court hands out punishment they are heavy handed and don’t care if you rot in Prison. At fourteen I thought I was a Man, being naive to think I could outwit and out will a single Mom. I learned quickly not to let the skirt fool me. Years later becoming a Parent myself when my boys were Teens I posted a message on my basement wall, now that you know everything it’s time to move out and pay your own way. I know that I am dwelling but it irks me when kids get to young adults, still under your Roof dislikes your methods and philosophy, yet they aren’t smart enough to realize that two Roosters can’t live in the same Hen House. All we are trying to do is steer you clear of the pitfalls that life beholds, why would you my Child not believe when I try to tell you of the Pitfalls that’s ahead if you are not prepared. Why would a loving Parent allow you to approach them with closed eyes, it is my job not to let you approach life unprepared. It’s my job to prepare you for success or failure, the thought came to me, every Adolescents, Teenagers and young Adults at Home should be honored Guest and not an entitled one. I think everyone of my target group should read this Blog, please share your way to guilt free Parenting. Share to your Children and Grandchildren I will tell them for you that the Bible says to Honor your Parents. This Blog should be Viral, if someone had put something like this in front of me when I was fifteen, my Mother would have Lived an easier Life.

 

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Mothers are phenomenal



My mother had only one eye. When I was growing up, I hated her for it. I hated the uninvited attention it got me at school. I hated how the other children stared at her and looked away in disgust. My mother worked two jobs to provide for the family, but I was just embarrassed by her and didn’t want to be seen with her.
Every time my mother came to visit me at school, I wanted her to disappear. I felt a surge of hatred towards the woman who made me the laughing stock of the school. In a moment of extreme anger, I even once told my mother I wanted her to die. I was completely unconcerned about her feelings.
As I grew up, I did whatever was in my power to distance myself from my mother. I studied hard and got a job overseas so I wouldn’t have to meet her. I got married and started raising a family of my own. I got busy with my job and family and with providing a comfortable life for my beloved children. I didn’t even think about my mother anymore.
Out of the blue, my mother came to visit one day. Her one-eyed face scared my young children and they started crying. I was angry at my mother for showing up unannounced and I forbid her to ever return to my home and new family life. I yelled and screamed, but my mother quietly apologized and left without saying another word.
An invitation to a high school reunion took me back to my hometown after decades. I could not resist driving past my childhood home and stopping by the old shack. My neighbors told me my mother had passed away and left a letter for me.
“My dear child:
I must begin by apologizing for visiting your home unannounced and frightening your beautiful children. I am also deeply sorry that I was such an embarrassment and source of humiliation to you when you were growing up.
I have learned that you may be coming back to town for your reunion. I may no longer be there when you come, and I think it is time to tell you an incident that happened when you were a young child. You see, my dear child, you were involved in an accident and lost one eye. I was devastated at the thought of my beloved child growing up with only one eye. I wanted you to see the beautiful world in all its glory, so I gave you my eye.
My dear child, I always have and always will love you from the bottom of my heart. I have never regretted my decision to give you my eye, and I am at peace that I was able to give you the ability to enjoy a complete life.
Your loving mother.”
by Gift Miyanda