Fish

As the saying goes if it smells like Fish then so be it. When I was a Juvenile I did a lot of bad things being young Dumb and full of it. A lot of young people do bad things as I done and grew out of it as I did, with one exception. I never aspired to hold High Office in Government. Now fifty years later your Delinquent years come back and bite you on the Ass. What were you thinking all those years prepping for your dream job in Public Office. Don’t you know that even when you think that you have committed the perfect crime, somewhere, sometimes, someone seen and know what you did that summer.

Now here you are fifty years later running for Public Office, pretending that you have lived your Life in a Godly manner and is deserving of the Office. Now while being scrutinized by the World you still hold strong that it wasn’t you even though God sees and know all while you are about to put your hand on the Bible and swear to God that he is wrong. Because you were not that fifteen year old that molested your childhood playmate as I did being molested myself.

It’s a proven Theory being molested you yourself becomes one. Regardless what we are talking about is being haunted by your past and manning up. I am always amazed by a guilty Man on his way to be executed for his Crimes and takes the truth with him to his Grave, maintaining his innocence even though God sees and know all while you take last Rites.

And so you take your Hypocrisy with you to the next Life. And so you lie to yourself, you lie to God but you want me to believe your scarlet image and your impeccable character, just another Politician by Heart. So please forgive me if I tell you it smells like Fish. Of all the Notables that have been Tainted with Molestation accusations and Sexual Harassment, Actors, Priests, Teachers, Network Executives why should Judges be Aloft.

I was molested fifty three years ago by a Teacher, my Mother died not knowing of the Incident, I never filled a Police report. Back then your Priest told you that it was your fault and that you would go to Hell if you tell. I can’t help it but whenever I hear accusations that occurred years earlier I believe each and every one to be true. And so there you have it if it smells like Fish it is.

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Tragic Encounters

Why is it that since the beginning of time people have always gravitated to bad instead of good. It goes all the way back to when the World was in its first Days, Adam and Eve, Cain and Able they set a trend that never will be broken. I would be a liar if I told you that I was not intrigued for a long period in my Life to go left, by seventeen I had seen enough of what the world can do, so I thought. I took a right turn and stayed the Course the rest of my Life. Why is it that so many People aren’t able to use their God given ability to exercise reason, make the right choices and do what’s right. I am no Genius but I posses the ability to use Logic and weigh things, to use  rationality as we all do but don’t, and so from my Teenage life I have exercised Rationality, which have kept me from committing Murder and staying out of Prison. In Venezuela there are Notorious Murderers only twelve years old. In the U.S. during the height of the Drug Wars twelve and thirteen years old were used as Hitmen.

The gift of using rationality started at fourteen when two Brothers who were friends of mine, both molested by their older Brother a Teacher invited me to Dinner, upon arrival I entered the House and headed straight to the Dining Room, the table was set, curiosly there were only the Boys and their Brother seated at the Table, no sign of any Parents. I was directed where to sit in the Lamb’s chair to the right of Teachie as the older Brother was called. Small talk developed into sex talks, I was now uncomfortable, not seeing any food on the table and not enjoying the conversation I stood up to leave. With one fell swoon Teachie pounced on me, next thing I know he had a hand full of my Genitals, the more I resisted the tighter the grip became just about in tears. By now the Dinner invitation was all clear, I was the main course to become the stuffed Pig and be Porked. Teachie’s grip of my Genitals were like a pair of Pliers, the two Brothers sat at the Table cowering visibly the sign of molested children, they did nothing or said nothing in my defense. Teachie was in for a crude awakening not knowing that I was a fierce street fighter that was capable of killing at fourteen. Just Days earlier I had beaten a Neighborhood Bully into a Pulp with a large Stick and could have killed him if I had chosen to, then found out that his two older Brothers were Gunmen who had killed before.

Teachie was having fun taunting me he thought he had me, I went into a Shaolin meditation closed my eyes while looking through my mind’s eye as I pinpointed his face. With a Fist closed tightly and three knuckles purtuding, I nailed him in his right eye with everything I had, knowing that I had only one shot and if I blew it my Ass would be his. His eye immediately filled up with Blood, he released his grip and covered his eye. Readying myself for a counter move on his part I picked up the large Steak knife from my place setting at the Table. He was in such pain he didn’t make a move forward or he would have been dead,  I was filled with rage.

The little Minion that was imprisoned in me jumped out stood on my shoulder and told me to Kill all three of them for putting me through such an ordeal. It’s a shame the way some people would ruin other people’s lives just to satisfy their uncontrollable lust. He had ruined his own Brothers lives and thought he could rape every Boy in the Neighborhood. All of this happened across the street from a Police Precinct, the Cops would have heard the screaming, I put down the Knife and walked out, passed the Precinct did not go in and make a report. Those were the good old days when the Victim bore the shame and guilt even if a Priest was the Molester. As far as I’m concerned Molesters are nothing but Dogs in Heat. It was that early in Life that I progressed into the World of Rationality and stayed there for the rest of my Life. If I had Killed Teachie and his Brothers I would not be here today to tell you about all the ill fated people I have known that didn’t use Rationality and so paid the price…. Continue reading on Blogging the Book Page.

The Rut

Day to Day routine can quickly become a Rut,  monotony dims the Fire of Life. When you are in a rut and the last week or month is a carbon copy of the last, you need to do something different, especially if you are not satisfied with the way your life is going. Great Moments are all that’s left to you when you are sitting in a Nursing Home waiting to die, instead of living out your Life with a Bang as I am doing semi retired living in Tampa Florida. I am still working but every weekend you can find me on the Gulf of Mexico. That is why I recommend that you make a lot of quality time for yourself. Taking Vacations is rewarding yourself for dealing with the unending stress that Life throws at you, the Job, the Family and Life in general. Weekend getaways are a great source of recharging your Sanity so you can return Monday to deal with your Idiot Boss and his Flunkies. When stress is part of your Rut you are playing with Dynamite. People who do things the same way all the time looking for different results are looking through rose colored glasses. It’s not going to happen, if you are in a job that all your efforts go unnoticed and unrewarded while others less deserving moves forward. You are in a Rut.

If you are there for twenty years and your efforts keep moving the company forward all you can expect is Crumbs. You need to break the cycle, the World is full of corruption, why would the workplace be different. When I worked for Solomon Brothers, It was public knowledge that John Gutfreund made 12 million in salaries and another twelve in Bonus. My first year bonus in a low level Position was 8 thousand dollars and John knew who I was and always spoke. This was not a union Job but dedication and the greater good of the Company took priority, we all shared the spoils of profit. Not so for the majority of other Companies that I have worked for, one of them made 100 million in profit one year, we were told that there would be no Bonuses,  the spoils were divvy at the top. Companies like that as long as you are employed you should always be looking to jump Ship. When you are in a rut with Companies like that for twenty five years  they are always  looking to replace you with fresh blood to usurp them the same way that they did you.

People like that aren’t looking out for your best interest, that is your Job. I am not asking for a share of the company or a percentage of the profit, just to be recognized and rewarded accordingly. Sometimes the same situation exist at home, you are neglected, undermined and taken for granted. Great moments and great sex is a distance occurrence, your Dog gets more attention than you do. Again you are in a rut, you can’t leave but you can’t stay, I am not a marriage counselor, I can’t tell you what to do but a blind man can tell you that something is wrong. In an earlier Blog titled Stand up Dad Phil raised his two daughters after their mother ran out of their lives with another man, abandoning the family. He went above and beyond in the Job of raising two Girls, he put them through College living in a Condo he bought so they didn’t have to live in a Dorm.

Those girls made his Life a living Hell while growing up, treated him as if he was the one who abandoned them. In gratitude, when they graduated they moved back Home to finish him off with Stress. They disrespected his new Wife with confrontation daily, with one goal in mind, to split them up. They could not bare to see the Will split three ways and the Mansion going to the Wife. I told Phil many times that he should put them out on the Street, he never listened, all that stress built to the point where he could not function in his Job, he was a hair from mumbling and talking to himself, it got to the point where his home life caused him his job. I  guess his rut succumbed him. All that I am saying is that there comes a point in every life when change must come, especially when your sanity takes a beating. You will never change your life until you change something you do daily. The secret of your success is found in your daily routine.