Category: Life
Dogs

For thirty seven years every time a sex scandal breaks, all I ever heard from my Wife is Men are dogs. Even though I know she wasn’t referring to me. One thing she always said to me is that I was going to Hell for holding a grudge. Many a Days when she made me mad, I would crawl in bed, turn my Back to her and snored like a Bear, even if she was in her Birthday Suit and smelling like a Flower. That is what a real Man do, he does not put his Pride in his back Pocket, he does not abandon his conviction, compromise his Ideals, sell his Soul, throw away everything, lose his Mind or his Career for a little Piece. And there you have it, the motivation for this Blog.

My first experience to Men who would throw it all away for a moment pleasure came when I was fourteen. Someone of great trust a pillar of the Community, a Teacher, tried to Rape me across the Street from a Police Precinct. If I had screamed the Cops would heard me loud and clear hollering Rape. The poor Dumb Rapist did not do his Homework, otherwise he would have known that I had a reputation of kicking Asses of people much older than I was. All for a piece of Ass he carried my souvenir for the rest of his Life, a Glass Eye. I Nailed him so hard in his Eye it almost fell out of the Socket and hit the Floor. I am pretty sure the Cops heard him screaming like a little Girl. That’s what you get when you stretch your Loins instead of your Mind.

Not long after that I kept hearing Rumors of Altar Boys being Molested and Raped by Priests I was still fourteen. I thought to myself maybe I needed to get a Gun to protect myself from the People who were supposed to Protect me. Three months away from fifteen I became friends with a twelve years old Catholic School Attendee, that Boy had access to more Marijuana than many Dealers, his Brother was one. Many days after School when we should be Home doing our Homework, we sat in the Schoolyard smoking some of the most Potent Strains , exchanging Stories of Molestation that went all the way up to the Bishop. No wonder that at twelve and fourteen our Heads were all screwed up smoking Marijuana trying to make sense of the Madness.

We were both deep into Music Jethro Thul’s Aqualong was one of our favorite, our favorite verse, eyeing little Girls in baggy Pants. Need I say more, we were being corrupted by Our Society. A few years later two Brothers the Timmins Brothers both sixteen years old were Arrested for a string of Rapes, probably twelve. All perpetrated on Seniors, Women old enough to be their Great Grandmothers. The World that we were coming into was unraveling in front of our Eyes. Sex was now more important than Morality and everything else. Sodom and Gomorrah had resurged. And still have not gone away. Over the years stories of Infants, Adolescents, Teenagers and grown Women being Molested an Raped has made it to Epidemic status.

Which takes me back thirty seven years when I first heard my Wife saying that men are Dogs. At this point in my Life I beg to disagree, they are Primates- Cro-magnon, still wearing Loincloth hunched over. When your primitive Sex drive outweighs all, including your freedom, your Career and your Dignity calling you a Dog is an insult to Man’s Best Friend. Which makes me ask the question is Testosterone the Driving force of Life? It has been speculated that Cain killed his Brother over a Woman, Countries gone to War, Kings Abdicating their Thrones, Rich Men giving up Fortunes, over a Woman. My English Literature Teacher’s words resonates in my Head ” what is the Author not saying” it’s not a Woman it’s the Itch.

Failure to control the Itch has made Monkeys out of many Great Men. Judges, Doctors, Presidents, Bishops, Clergymen, CEOs, Teachers, Actors, Comedians, Television Personalities, Fathers and young Boys. Many are sitting in Prisons because they acted like Dogs in Heat. They lost their freedom and everything all because they never heard of a cold Shower, now they are showering with big Burly Men who take what they want, even if you are only eighteen and a Virgin. Two years ago in Tampa, a young man of seventeen was Arrested and Convicted of two Rapes. He raped his first victim when he was sixteen, the victim was sixty. Barely seventeen he attacked his second victim, she was seventeen and College Bound with great aspirations.
He gave her such a severe beating she is now in a Vegetative state unable to speak or eat. May God help us all for what we’ve become, Chimpanzees in Heat. My Wife is an Avid Reader, she finds Stories that doesn’t make Mainstream Media. The other day she informed me that one of my favorite Personalities was Raped by her Dad a Minister. She was in her early Teens when her own Father Impregnated her. Again we are back in the Caves, your Granddaughter is your Daughter, Deliverance all over again. Since we are nothing but Barbarians at least one Custom should still be in our Penal Code, Castration.
Although I have written in many Blogs that you can’t always blame Society and the Parents for all your mal-adjustments. At this late stage in Life I am developing inward conflicts of those Beliefs. The Media sells Sex as if it was more important than Food, Kids barely sixteen becoming Parents, not mature enough to guide themselves, what can you expect from their Offsprings. For instance when I was thirteen a fifteen years old Nymphomaniac lined up four other Boys and myself and introduced us to Sex. I am beginning to convince myself that it is a Parenting issue. Although The Media doesn’t help being Manipulative and Suggestive. When I was younger I used to think that the Moral Majority was Intrusive and Overbearing, all that has changed with the aforementioned. Without Morality we are back in the Caves Naked and without a Candle.

Self Analysis

The Bible says “to thine own self be true”
Yet the average Person lives in a Bubble of Deception and Denial. Sometimes it even makes us ill causing Psychosis and Delusions. Sometimes we ends up on someone’s Couch shelling out over one hundred dollars an hour for someone to tell us to look deep inside our self and we will find the Root of our problem.
I would bet my Life that there is a great disproportionate number of people who have never thought about self Analysis. They go through one bad experience after another and they blame it on Bad Luck. One bad Relationship after another still blaming Luck, I don’t remember where I’ve heard it ” you make your own Luck”.The reason for that is that complacency rules the average person’s life, changes are not easy, it is way more easy to accept mediocrity and status quo than to take a long hard look at my Life.

At eighteen I read a Book I am not certain that it was Think And Grow Rich, or The Greatest Salesman the Book not only spoke of Financial Gains, but also enriching your day to day Life. In one Chapter it encourages Self Analysis, that chapter changed my entire Life. I took a sheet of paper, drew lines with Headings, I listed my weaknesses and strong points and the changes I would like to happen. At that point in my Life I was on the Axis of becoming Notorious or following my Mother’s Christian Teachings. She told me that Money wasn’t everything, also it was important to have a restful night’s sleep, not ducking under my Bed every time I heard a Car backfired or someone knocking at the Door.

That Book thought me how to have a successful rewarding life without lots of Money and a Flourishing Relationship with everyone, all from taking Analysis of myself. During the same period I remember reading about this Actor who was Married numerous times, six or seven times, all ended with Divorces, each time he blamed the Women. People like that are pathetic, even when you catch them with the smoking Gun, they will blame someone else. When they look in the Mirror they don’t see Mr Hyde, they see Mr Wonderful. I grew up with someone like that, he should have been the inspiration for this Blog. If he is caught red-handed he would rather shed Crocodile Tears than to fess-up, making you feel guilty for accusing him of something you know for a fact that he did it.

People like that are good Actors on a Stage of Deception, Bad Actors on the Stage of Life. My Mother would say that someone like that has the Devil in them. I have been Married for thirty seven years and if I hadn’t done a self Analysis at eighteen I would have been Divorced thirty seven times. During my self Analysis I found out that I was self centered, manipulative and self-gratifying. What horrible Traits to bring to the Table of Marriage. By the time I got Married at thirty I had Abolished the old Me, I was the Ideal Candidate for Marriage. I was receptive of others feelings, there was no I in Team and I never forced anyone to do what they didn’t want to do.

Now here I am thirty seven years later daring you to self Analize yourself before you are on someone’s Couch bearing your Soul for one Hundred and seven Dollars per Hour and blaming everyone else from Mom to Society. Over the years I have learned that not only Drugs and Alcohol are Addictive, Sex also can Rule your Life. I met Jerry when I was sixteen he was eighteen, he was physically gifted and more Handsome than his Dad who thought he was too good for one Woman, he abandoned the Family to Pollinate every flower in the Garden. His young Son absorbed his Values, Jerry was the envy of our tightly knit group of Teenagers, his conquests were unbelievable to the point of gratifying Mother and Daughter at eighteen.

Self Analysis was not in his Curriculums, he had not noticed that he was his Father’s Son. When he got Married to another childhood friend of mine I put Welts on my Back for not telling her what she had gotten herself into. I hoped desperately that the Zebra’s stripes had fade, that was very naive of me. He treated her the same way his Father treated his Mother, a Woman in every State. Oftentimes I asked myself why would he want to live his Father’s Life instead of his own. The relationship was so bad, always arguing and fighting in front of his six years old Son, one Day I witness the Child slapping his Mother’s Face with all his might, I wondered where did he get that from.

Its been forty five years that I have seen that family, in my Mind’s Eye I see the Child carrying on his Grandfather’s Legacy, if he never conducted his own self Analysis. I must tell you Guys that if I hadn’t lived such a Colourful Life and had not pay attention to the People I grew up with I would have nothing to write about, my Imagination is not that Vivid. Anyway we are talking about self Analysis by taking stock of myself I was able to grow Rich in Life, Love and Happiness. I wish that I could say the same for Leona, during the summer break of seventy one I worked for her Father in his inherited Business that’s where I met her, she was a pampered Child. When she got her license she was sixteen going on seventeen, her Parents gave her a Brand New Cadillac. She was raised to worship Money. When it came time to Marry she passed up Love for the Love of Money. She married a Millionaire with bad Temperaments, someone who needed Professional Analysis. Whenever he returned from Vegas a looser she was the recipient of his wrath. Broken Bones weren’t uncommon, while her Kids behind walls with Ears witnessed their Parent’s shame, molding and shaping their own future Life. Parting Words ” just do it”.
The Journey Begins
Killing Children

Bad Drivers
Being Gas Happy all the time is a macho thing that many Women have fallen into. It is a deadly approach to Driving with serious consequences. Those consequences played out Two Days ago in my neck of the Woods, when bad Parents made accessible to two Adolescents of twelve and nine what I call a toy Motorcycle. It’s not a Scooter or a Motorcycle, however it is motorized. On a lonely dark stretch of Rural Road the Tragedy of leaving your kids unsupervised struck Home. A twelve years old Girl and her nine years old sister was struck and Killed by a Driver who claimed that he didn’t see them in the Dark.
This is the third Blog that I am writing about people getting mowed down by Mindless Drones behind the Wheel who have killed or seriously injured people claiming that they didn’t see them. If your Headlights are working and you are not Driving at Breakneck speed you can see a Rabbit crossing the Road at twelve Am. I have always enjoyed living in a Rural or semi Rural settings. One night on my way home I was clocking 60 in a 50 MPH zone. I always travel ten MPH Over the limit to avoid the clutter of Sunday Drivers in the middle of the week.
Any way it was past twelve a.m. on a semi Rural strip of road. It was like this Racoon timed me to within twenty feet, then decided to test my agility, by crossing in such short distanceof my front Tires. I saved his Life, so will someone tell me how this Driver didn’t see the two Girls on a mini Motorcycle. If you are fidgeting with the Android while being gas happy, an eight hundred pounds Bear on a Scooter doesn’t stand a chance. Over the years I have saved the lives of scores of small and Big Animals such as Bears and Deers.
After each occurrence I felt that I have done my Job as an accomplished Motorist, you noticed I didn’t say Driver. There are many Vehicle Operators, many Drivers, very few Motorists and way less accomplished Motorists who goes out there each day with one main Objective, saving Lives. I have been that way for fifty years and I have saved at least one person’s life and at least five Critters lives annually, you do the Math. When I lived in Pennsylvania I always Belly Ache that they didn’t spend my Tax Dollars on Highway Safety. You could drive for miles without seeing one Streetlight, when a Road is cut straight through the Wilderness, you certainly will encounter Bears and Deers crossing the Road regularly.
Lewis was six five and weighed three hundred pounds. Before a Deer came crashing through his Windshield, knocking him out of the Driver’s seat almost into the Trunk, he was just another Driver who thought being Focused and Adept behind the Wheel, was too much like work and took the fun out of Driving. Let me tell you it’s no fun when a Pregnant Woman walk mindlessly into the side of your Van and get knocked to the ground, You blame yourself for not looking out for the poor Fool. Thank God she suffered not a scratch.
It’s another matter running over and Killing two kids on a dark Road, all because you never took the time to absorb the Driving Manual which states that you can travel with your High Beam within 300ft of the oncoming Vehicle. I am willing to Bet that 50% of the Drivers out there don’t know of that rule, and another 50% don’t know 50% of the other safety rules in the Manual. But guess what they are all Hotdogs behind the Wheel gas-happy and all.
 Then one day the Tragedy of running over a twelve years and her nine years old sister come knocking at your Door. All because they didn’t know any better, neither did their Parents for letting them go riding at night on a poorly lit Road. Worse of all you the Driver was not looking out for the other Guy. Way too many Idiots out there that doesn’t believe that it is their responsibility to always be on the lookout for others screwing up. Keep your Remorse and sympathy, those two Children needed your vigilance, Adept and being Focused behind the Wheel, not acting like a Bobblehead even if you are a Teenager.
Those of you who read my safe Driving Blogs probably think that I am fabricating these numbers of Fatalities. Since I moved here to the Tampa Area five years ago there are no less than 100 fatalities that I am aware of. I drove in N.Y. and Pennsylvania for fifty years and never heard of fifty Fatalities. Hello ! Yet people take offense when someone like me comes along and tell you that your Driving Sucks. I have been watching you for fifty years and you don’t get any better. Where as I myself have advanced to Jedi status. Am I the only one out here that believe it is my responsibility to look out for the other Guy, especially Babies and Fools.
