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Ambition, America, Life, Motivation, Parenting And Relationships

Self Reliance

Anthony Dixon

Self Reliance

My last Blog I wrote about a Homeless Woman in her Twenties, I pondered how that was possible. Today I got the Answer watching a young and proud Father Lugging his Five years old Son into a Supermarket pushing a Cart. My Mother told me that I could not wait to walk at Seven Months old. Tumbling down frequently, but never stopped trying until I got it. Believe it or not selfreliance starts that early. Once you’ve got it no one can take it away from you. Selfreliance rivals Self-preservation, they are actually Cousins. At eight years old, my Brother and Two Friends almost killed me. They tried to teach me how to Swim many times, but I just wasn’t grasping it. One Day they invited me to join them in a small Boat to go Fishing. Just about One Hundred yards from the Shore, They shoved me in the Ocean, Forty Feet deep. This was their Foolproof way of getting me to learn how to Swim. After Drinking a Belly full of that Saltwater, I decided that I wasn’t going under again. I started Doggy paddling, then stretched myself out and started Breast Stroking to the Shore.

That was my Ultimate Lesson in Self Reliance and Self-preservation. Still only Eight years old, on that same Beachfront. One Day while fishing from the Shore, I heard a Commotion coming from a Boat half sunken from the weight it was carrying. As the Boat got closer I could see my Friend Lefty paddling with his One remaining Hand. Lefty was the One who taught me how to Fish. While Teaching me how to Fish he told me how he lost his Right Hand. One Day He was fishing, a Fish the same size as the One in the sinking Boat he was paddling towards me begging for help to Moor the Boat. On that Fateful Day when he lost his Arm, he was fishing with a Surf Rod and Hundred pounds Test Line. A Blue Marlin took the Bait and Broke the Rod. Poor Lefty didn’t want to lose Months of good eating. He wrapped the Hundred pounds Test just below the Elbow. In my lifetime I have seen Nine Hundred pounds Marlins. No one knows how big was the Fish that Surgically removed his Forearm Five years earlier. Today was my Day to become a Man. I swam out to the Boat to help Lefty, he threw me the Mooring Rope. I swam back to the Shore and with every Muscle in me, I pulled that Boat carrying a Four Hundred pounds Marlin, till the Bottom was stuck in the Sand.

For my Reward, Lefty gave me a Sixty pounds Slab of Fish that was sold at Twenty Dollars a Pound. That’s a Six Hundred dollars payday for an Eight year old. Not all Boys are Fortunate to live Tom Sawyer’s Life. But robbing them of the right to learn Independence is absolutely wrong. Anyway getting back to that young Father. Teaching your kids to be Lazy also starts that early. To tell the truth, I have seen Nine and Ten years old sitting in the Shopping Cart while their Parents pushed them around the whole Store. On the Kid’s part, that is Lazy and Spoiled rotten. On the Parents part that is Stupid and careless, Knuckling under to some spoiled Child’s whim’s. Can you believe all of this, just to tell you about a Man who was my Neighbor. The Name is Fictitious, however the Man was real. Ever since I moved to Florida, I have noticed an inordinate amount of Grown Men, some as Old as Sixty riding Bicycles as their main means of Transportation.

That usually happens when your License is lifted Permanently, for either DUI or just plain Negligence John was about Fifty years old living with his Spry Seventy years old Mother. Who Owned the House, Bought the Food, paid the bills and bought his Cigarettes. He didn’t Drink, so that told the Story of his Driving Privilege restrictions. He had no Hobbies Craft or Vocation. However he had a Pet Dragon ( a big Lizard) and that is the end of this Blog. She never allowed him to grow up, now she has a Fifty years old Boy on her Hands. Parting Words ” you have to let them stretch their Legs”. Otherwise, they will never stand on their own Two Feet. I have got to tell you Guys, I love writing in this Paradoxical Style…What does it mean if someone is paradoxical?
adjective. If something is paradoxical, it involves two facts or qualities that seem to contradict each other. Some sedatives produce the paradoxical effect of making the person more anxious. (Highs and lows, happy and sad) Synonyms: contradictory, inconsistent, incongruous, ironic. My Mom’s favorite Phrase was ” In Harmony” My favorite Word is incongruous – not in Harmony. I have just completed my First Book, it’s about the forbidden Subject- Racism! In it I am Critical of the Church while Acknowledging God’s Grace. I Lambasted Haters while Praising my White Friends. I Sympathize with the Plight of the Black Man, being One, while kicking him in the Ass for Black on Black Hate and for not Knowing that Africa was once the Greatest of Empires. If that isn’t Paradoxical then the Word doesn’t exist. Now I begin the Journey of finding a Publisher or to Publish it myself on Amazon. I have Two Hundred and Fifty Followers on WordPress and Eight Hundred Fake Friends on Facebook and maybe Twenty Real Ones. That’s a good start for Sharing the Ebook version. Anyway Life is just a Play and we are all just Bit Players. How you play your Role determines who we are.

Ambition, Life, Motivation

Ambition Rules

Anthony Dixon

Ambition

As far as I’m concerned Ambition should be a greater force than the Survival Instinct. Survival without excelling is of little Human value. I have been in the Workforce since Fifteen working for a major Supermarket Chain as a Stock clerk. As a result of my Age I had to get a Work Permit that prohibited me working beyond Six P.M. I worked all through High School and have always brought Money Home to support my upkeep. I Dressed better than just about everyone in the School, Teachers including. I had Money to buy the Best Weed and Bought my first Car at Seventeen, also securing my own Insurance. All the Kids in School knew that I always had Good Weed including the Dean. On my Book Bag Read the Phrase ” See me roll me smoke me” the Dean threatened to expel me if I didn’t remove the Logo from my Book Bag. Anyway that’s enough of the Background History.

The point is that I have always held my Own. At Eighteen I had my own Apartment and working Full-time for U.S. Plywood. What motivated this Blog is. Last Night walking across the Parking lot to my Car, I almost got run over by a young Woman in her Twenties. She was Riding a Hobo Cycle, a Bicycle with a Trailer that contains thei’r Worldly Possessions. Today I am sitting in the Cafeteria on the First floor looking at the same Woman unfolding a Canvas Chair on the Sidewalk. It appears that she camped out on the Grounds of the Courthouse within the last Twenty Four Hours. An Act that can get you Arrested for Trespassing. I asked myself what in the world that could put a young Person in the Predicament that she was in. Then the Answer came to me, The lack of Ambition. If I was in a Precarious situation that would render me Homeless, I would work for Minimum Hourly Wage to afford the cost of renting a Room in a Fleabag Motel. Even if it consumed all my Salary. I would use my Hobo Cycle to collect Cans, Bottles and any Metal to take to the Recycling center. Any Money I made from my Extracurricular activities would pay for my Food, while saving to get a Studio Appointment.

My own Design

The rest would be saved to get a Car. Once I got my Car, I would work for Uber while Building my Credit. After a while I would buy a Hud Home and borrow from Hud the Money needed to Repair it. During the Remodeling I would create two sections, One for my Living and the other to rent out. After a while I would Refinance the House and buy another. I would continue the process till I could buy the Fleabag Motel and make it liveable for all the other Homeless people I met while living on the Streets. And that my friend is the Difference between having Ambition and the lack of it. I sympathize with someone with a Drug or Alcohol problem that allows themselves to slip through the cracks of life. But for someone who appears to have all their Faculties, yet having no Ambition, that is unconscionable. My Wife have always Rag on me that I think that I know everything and that I am the only one who knows how to do anything. I Hate to admit it but I try to be, why? I have Macgyer Mentality. Give me a Handful of Mud and a couple of Straws and I will build a Mansion. Over the Years I have Taught myself to fix Cars, Washing Machines, Dryers, Computers Roofs and anything associated with a House, Boilers and all Electrical including.

Then I took on the Project of Self Educating Myself, then moved on to Teaching myself to Write. Last week I completed my first Book, Two Hundred and Fifty Pages. The reason for the Shortness is because I Fantasize about writing a Blog with One Sentence and a Book on One Page. The Motivation is credited to Steven Spielberg, he said that once you have made your Point, everything else is Bullshit. Getting back to the Homeless Woman, if I were in her Predicament my Ambition would force me to sell everything I Owned, including my Pride. Xaviera Hollander became Rich selling her Pride. Mary Magdalene has been Depicted by Western Christian doctrine, Renaissance Art and Modern Media as a Prostitute, yet Jesus had a Place in his Heart for Her. That tells me that Anyone can be Forgiven. I know that my Writing jumps Fences, but that is my Style without sounding like a Wanderer. Anyway, Ambition Rules!

Life

Three Cheers for Facebook

Anthony Dixon

Five years ago I posted my First Blog on Facebook, Sixty Words long

Today I am Plugging my Book on Facebook, a short Thirty Six Thousand Words, enough to keep your Interest. On the Subject of Racism in America, are we ever going to have that Conversation?

Five years of writing Blogs, I should know how to write by now. Considering that my first Blog was on Facebook, sixty words long. Today I am Editing my Book Thirty Six Thousand Words. Not enough Words to beat a Dead Horse 🐴 It is very Controversial, I Criticize the Church, Government and the Community Overall for not having the Conversation of what are we going to do about Racism. Is it going to stay Status Quo, Is Hate The Norm? Are we Manipulated?
adixon7611.com was Born on Facebook. Three Cheers for Facebook. Keep your Ears to the Ground for Publishing.

This is all you are going to get for free, if you want to find out if I found the Shifter for Writing you have to Buy my Book. One Hundred Percent Money back Guaranteed by my Writing Skills

“My Daydream is that One Day I will wake up and the Daymares of Racism will be just a bad reoccurring Dream that I have been having for Fifty Three years. The Stark reality is that Dr King’s Dream is overshadowed by my Daymares. Fifteen years ago I began to think that I would like to write a book about Racism. Only problem was that I had no formal training in Writing. In High School I studied English Literature for Two Semesters. Shakespeare and Dickens steered me away from enjoying the Course with their Rambling and lengthy elaborate painting of Panoramic Verbalization with Ancient Words. Seven years ago I started teaching myself to write by Developing my own website and posting my Blogs. One of the Books I read on Blogging and Writing said that you are not a Writer until you have written One Million Words. Well, I have surpassed that and that’s why we are here. One of my Mentors in High School told me that I should never stop learning, when you stop learning, you start the process of Dying. At Sixty years Old I started teaching myself to write, at Seventeen I taught myself to fix Cars and everything I put my hands on. So here I am Today delivering my Greatest Do-It-Yourself Project. Writing about Racism in America and the world for that matter. Now there is a Word for all Seasons, MATTER!! We will discuss what really matters later.

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America, Life, Religion

Political Correctness

Anthony Dixon

 

 

 

Political Correctness

 

Just to let you Guys know that I am back. I have taken the mean-spirited and unabashed Tone of my Blogs to the next level. I have just completed a Two Hundred plus Page Book on dealing with Racism in America for Fifty Three years. Those who Follow know that my Goal is to write a Blog in One Paragraph and a Book on One Page. Spielberg said that once you have gotten your point across everything else is Bullshit. So Two Hundred Pages is as close as I can get to getting it done on One Page, without all the Panoramic Verbalizations. Political correctness is absolutely Bullshit. Using Candy coated Words doesn’t change the underlying overtone,  Sentiment or it’s intended meaning. It’s like telling your four years old that Babies come from the Stork. Political Correctness is unintentional Deception, trying to shield someone from the harsh reality of the Truth. Life is what it is, a cold Hearted Orb, ( Circle)  So is Racism. For Fifty Three Years I have watched America and the World shied away from having the Discussion of what are we going to do about Racism. It’s like not having the Sex Talk with your Daughter and she gets Knocked up at Sixteen. It’s not the kid’s fault for Experimenting, when all the Kids around her dress like Hookers and flaunt it like a Billboard. 

 

The other day I was in the Supermarket, a Woman came in wearing an absolute see through Black Leggings and White Panties that looked like a G. String. Absolutely nothing left to the Imagination.This was not a Teenager, this was a Grown Woman about Thirty years old. That’s what Political Correctness stands for. The undertone is overshadowed by the Statement. She might as well just have left the Leggings at Home. That is what I resent about Political Correctness, it’s a verbal Sham. Back to the Book, on my Cover Page, I stated that to be a good Blogger one needs to be Observant to render an Opinion on anything. The Book is the Product of Fifty Three years of Observation of the Ugliness of Racism in America and the World as a whole. I haven’t decided if I should self publish or find a Publisher. If I choose to self publish with Amazon, they don’t like the idea of the Material being found elsewhere else.

 

So I have to be careful of what I give away. To show the Ugliness of the Neverending Brutality, I wrote about a Fifteen years old Boy, who took care of my Wife’s Two Boys, when she needed a Babysitter. One Day there was a Disturbance in her Building, the Boy lived there also. The Cops responded and squelched the disturbance. Another Cop coming on Duty Heard the call on the Radio, itching for Action he also responded after someone else had taken care of the call. The Babysitter who was a Gifted Student and an Artist came upon the Crowd and Squad cars. Being Jovial he asked Officer Robert Torsney if he was looking for him. The Officer uttered Expelativedelated Nigger Comments and shot the gifted young Artist Dead. 

 

This happened in the late Seventies, my Two Stepsons grown Men in their Fifties still cannot talk about the Incident. Now do you understand why I quit writing Bullshit on my website and is now Devoted to let the World know of America’s greatest Social Disorder. Also I have been hard on the Church for not being a Social Champion for Changes in the Community and inside the Walls of the Church. Instead they latches on to issues like Abortion and Homosexuality, which is none of their Business. Homelessness, Racism, Police Brutality, Division and Divisiveness should be their top Agendas, they are not. I stopped going to Church because after Fifty Three years of Observation, my Antenna picked up on the Social Disorder inside the Walls of the place that I went every Sunday and put good Money in their Offering Envelopes. I wish there was a way to get my most Devoted Following to Preview the Book and lend their Input before I decide to Publish.

 

 My Verbalizations have swung as far left as Fifty Three years of Frustration have taken me. John Morgan, the most Prominent Attorney in my Area and possibly the Country said ” when you have lived long enough to get to our Age, you have earned the Right to speak your mind on any Subject”. And so did I. For all intents and purposes this Book should be called Political In-Correctness. I emphasized that there were such lesser Minded People as Niggers and Rednecks. Being Black doesn’t automatically makes you a Nigger. They come from all walks of Life and are in every Race, Color and Ethnicity. It’s a way of Being, the way you Act and the lack of Character that makes you One. I also Emphasized that all White People aren’t Rednecks, the Title encompasses a certain White Socioeconomic, pre Civil War Mentally that believe Slavery should never have been Abolished. Years ago while listening to the world’s most Famous Talk Jock. One of his Guests called the show to voice his Opinion on Black People. The Jock was a Redneck to instigate the Guest’s Opinion. The Guest said that Slavery was a Good thing for Black People. The Host asks how so. The Guest replied, because they always need someone to take care of them. It’s a good thing that the Book isn’t already Published because I am going to add this Blog in it. I was riding with my Boss and someone who I consider my Friend who turned out to be nothing but another Redneck. They both broke out in a Self-satisfied Thunderous Laugh. Now that was Politically Incorrect. A Boss and a Friend? Now do you see why I have a bad case of the Poison Pen, it has gone on for far too long, and I am just the One to hang out your dirty White Sheets.  Now I ask you was this Worth waiting for. I believe it’s been six Months since I Posted.