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Life, Parenting And Relationships

Belly Of The Beast

Anthony Dixon

 

 

 

When I started Blogging I Developed a Website called Saving Kids Souls.com I lost the Domain because of my failure to register the Domain Name properly. My intention for the Site was to reach out to Problematic Teens and their Beleaguered Parents, in hope to change the life of just one young person heading down the Road that I traveled during my Turbulent Teen. I started on a self destructive Path before I was fourteen I was a Thrill seeker, at thirteen I tinkered with Explosives by Dismantling Shotgun Shells and re-packaged them for a bigger Bang, Stole Expensive Racehorses and ran them on Blacktop till they were Tenderfooted, they were finished as Racehorses, Victor and I would sneak than back under the cover of darkness.

 

 

One day Victor went on a mission without me, he got caught the owner beat him with a Bullwhip shredding his Shirt and his Skin. I saw him running down the street passing my House I called to him, he was a Hair away from being stark staring mad, that cured my Horse Rustling days. Victor came from a good Family, my Mother was a good Christian Woman who tried to instill good values, yet we defied our Parents and chose to be Bad. There were absolutely no reason for us to be clueless Rebels. Just turned fourteen and there are two Teenage Gunmen  looking for me for savagely beating their Kid Brother who was two years older than I was. The Gunmen died in a hail of Bullets crashing a Gang Party that I had planned to attend. I viewed their open Caskets with their faces dimpled with Bullets, that cured me from wanting to be a Badass. if we had continued on that path we would have been Dead before twenty one.

 

I moved away from Victor before my fifteenth Birthday, that was the best thing for both of us, we were each other’s alter ego. That move brought me to a House where all the Children of a Model Family were involved in Drugs. The Twelve years Baby got me smoking weed with him, I was cursed with bad association, can you imagine a twelve and fourteen years old smoking the Best Strains from around the World. You think that’s bad, one year ago in my Neighborhood of Tampa Florida three kids fourteen, fifteen and sixteen lost their lives in a fiery crash at speed over 100MPH after stealing Cars from Lots and playing Tag.

 

These three kids just brought the numbers up close to fifteen, dead and Buried, Girls included, all in Pinellas County. This Blog is for the Kids of Pinellas County it will be Posted on Facebook. I was once a big Thrill seeker who should have been Dead before fifteen but I had a guardian Angel called Mom, she never gave up on me and that made all the difference in the world to shape the rest of my Life. Her patience with my bad behavior gave me time to wakeup from the Nightmare Life I was living and to realize that Prison Life was for Fools, someone who doesn’t have one live Brain cell in his Head. It isn’t a place where a Vagrant should lay their Head, I would rather sleep under a Bridge in the Dead of Winter instead of a warm Cell with some Man Sodomizing me. If you survive Prison you won’t survive the Diseases passed around in there, if you survive the Diseases found in there, Early Death is inevitable at the hands of your associations.

 

Having a Rational and figurative mind helps in making the choice of how your Life begins or ends, but as the saying goes “its all mind over matter and if you have no mind it doesn’t matter”. Again with the sayings “its your Life you can make Chicken Salad or Chicken Shit out of it”. My Mother was Sweet and Sour, she gave me a Timeline to turn over a new Leaf or chose a Cot in a Juvenile Detention Center, that’s tough Love to protect Society from me and myself from me. Juvenile Delinquency is of Epidemic proportions in this Country and many places like Venezuela. In America there is hardly a need for Kids to turn to Crime to survive, if their Parents can’t provide for them Welfare steps in.

 

 

 

As Venezuela’s two presidents face off, children scavenge for food and soldiers run out of patience

By Nick Paton Walsh, Barbara Arvantidis, Alex Platt, CNN 
Updated 3:25 PM EST, Mon January 28, 2019

 

Places like Venezuela they have bad Economy, no Jobs and no Welfare, the Parents can’t find work the Kids are hungry, so as early as eleven they are inducted into Gang Life, a Refuge from the brutality of Poverty, now they become the Bread Winner. My Mother was a good Provider I had zero reason to become attracted to the Underground lifestyle that I chose, 100% Dead end. They say that Crime doesn’t Pay, Bull, The Lawyers make out like Bandits Judges make three figures Salary to send you away for long portions of your life, The Misdemeanor Fines are enough to Finance a Prison on every Block. I work in a Justice System, with one Misdemeanor I wouldn’t have the Job.

 

 

The massive Courthouse Complex a five Hundred Million Dollar Building stands in front of a Billion Dollars Prison Complex. If you can’t afford to buy your way out like OJ did, this is your new Home for a long time. The Walls are Thick with small Windows yet I hear the Screams of Frustration and Abuse. My God I am a Genius for keeping my Nose clean growing up in the Bronx running with the wrong Crowd. This is my Bronx Tale. I would say that 75% of the People I knew at Thaft H.S. on 172nd St, walking Distance to the Streets where the Bronx Tale occurred, are in Prison, on Drugs or Dead. God snatched me from the Belly of the Beast, He gave me the strength to stand Tall. All my life I wondered why he saved me from the Beast and kept me alive.

 

Today I know why, it’s to tell all you young Brothers and Sisters under Lockdown, that you also can rise above your Bronx Neighborhoods to be where I am now. He kept me alive long enough to collect some of the half a Million in my Social Security Fund, good Health and Strength to still be Working while collecting, Drive Bad Rides and live in an Affluent Community. I never got Rich because I was smart enough to turn down every offers from Drug Lords, one offered me five Thousand a week at twenty one, one offered to front me ten Thousand Dollars of uncut Cocaine monthly, no upfront money. If I stepped on it five times that worked out to fifty Thousand Monthly. The last time I saw my Best friend from High School he was running from the F.B.I. From the Bronx to Compton to Caracas Venezuela, I am telling you Kids its not worth it. Prison is like living in the Belly of the Beast. And so in conclusion let me say to you little Tough Guys out there, you are not Tough until you are Tough enough to see the Light, Tough enough to make changes in your Life, it’s easy to stay stupid all your Life. Frank and Jessie James were Tough Guys. Mark was a Tough Guy, his wife a Sharpshooter shot and killed him at fifty yards claiming it was an Accident, while having an affair with his Brother. Hector was well Built, he crossed three High School Football Players, they beat him to Death with their Fists, when these three Tough Guys were caught they whimpered like little Girls knowing that they were going to Prison for a long time. Aaron Hernandez was a Tough Guy he Shot many People killed one, he was tough to the end when he committed Suicide. Are you Tough enough.

 

Life, Parenting And Relationships

Sins Of The Fathers

Anthony Dixon

 

Sins of The Fathers

Mona was someone not of this world, someone who possessed Angelic qualities, her propensity for caring led her to the Medical field, Empathy flowed from her Heart to her grateful Patients. Her willingness to embrace  fellowship touched me and I will never stop loving her for that, the Skin she lived in paled mine, though the Color of our Soul was one and the same, she treated me like her Brother and that is what that was totally unique about her from the rest of her Family. Mona was a Rare Flower born into a Savage Garden of Haters for a Family, some had colourful and Dubious backgrounds. I met her from working with her two no good Brothers they were young Men who had inherited a Famly’s Legacy of Hate.

Their Uncle was one of my Supervisors, a Hater who was too polite to let his true feelings show. One thing about Haters that I became skilled at was Body Language and overall communication with People of different colors. I will forever be talking about my English Literature Teacher, she told me to always seek to find out what the Author isn’t saying. I took that advice to the next Level into conversations, call me presumptuous but I know what you mean without you saying it outrightly, I guess that’s a form of Prejudice but I had good Teachers. To say she had a Thorny Family History is an understatement of great Proportion.

Story told one of her uncle  living in an abusive relationship with his Wife’s Family, one day went off the Deep End, chased his Brother-in-law down Main Street and shot him Dead like one of the Deers he Hunted. Hate is a Pandora’s Box once opened you never know how or what it’s going to manifest into. Sure he had extenuating circumstances but the undercurrent made it easy to carry out the Deed. I am a firm Believer that for every mass Shootings that have occurred over the last thirty years Hate is the underlying current, Mental Illnesses is only part of the Equation. Several Months ago in my Home State of Florida a Kid went to School, shot and Killed seventeen of his Classmates, gingerly exited the Building, went to McDonald’s and bought A Meal.

Whatever the Catalyst that brought the Hate to a Crescendo is of no significance, this young Man was filled with Hate. Mona’s Family Indoctrinated their Children in a Legacy of Hate, she was an Oasis in the Desert she Inherited. Nonetheless she stood Tall and Proud to be a Child of God she carried herself like Mother Teresa and showered all with equal kindness. Her Brothers were Carbon Copies of their parents, they Loved Tupac, not for telling War Stories but for Spattering the N word all over his Lyrics, each time he spat the Word they Salivated, they had a Huge Collection which told me how Rap Music got so big, Haters love to hear the word spoken by the owner.

Ironic that they would invite me to their Home to eat their food and drink their Liquor, as if to Brag to their parents that they found a good one, as in Guess who is coming to Dinner, She was my Favorite Movie Star until one Day on fifty fifth Street she was struggling with a heavy Box up the Stairs to her Townhouse, I called her by Name and asked her if I could help her. She Stereotyped me shuddered with Fear and Repelled my offer to help her. Now here I am reliving the Movie in Mona’s Home the Day before Thanksgiving, having a Beer in the Living Room. It was there that I met her Boyfriend, he was someone that I had met years earlier when he was a Kid in his Father’s Automotive Parts Store.

The Person he had grown into shuddered my Human instincts with Fear, upon the introduction I extended my hand, the Hair on the back of my Neck stood straight like a Cat ready to do Battle. Animals have sences we rarely posses, they perceive Threats and Danger when we don’t. The Automotive Business was good to his Family they Became Well off. Like any other spoiled rotten Rich Kid he plundered his huge Allowances,  Crack Cocaine was his Penchant, that was what my instincts picked up on when my naked eyes didn’t. Those same instincts told me he was a Hater, the look he gave me when our Eyes Bounced was that of what are you doing here, you don’t belong. I had seen that Look many times living in the Neighbourhood where the Family’s Business was located.

I was impervious to that Look because of my early Training, Mother always told us that they might Hate you, but they will Respect you for the Job you do and the way you carry yourself. She said whatever job you do be the very best at it, they will Hate you for being the best while loving you for it. Isn’t it ironic I paid huge Rent to be away from Hood Life yet Crack was all around me in an Affluent Neighborhood, all because their Parents Funded their Habits with huge Allowances. Mona’s Boyfriend was the Latest Victim of the Coca Plant that goes back as far as Hernan Cortes1500 AD Conquests. By wanting to Marry into Money she became a victim also. Her Parents were too busy Hating to warn her of the Dangers of selling your Soul for Money. Peer Pressure is a Dangerous Social Disease, from wanting to be with him she did what he did to stay together, what a Tragedy for someone of Her Character to Befall.

 

When my Kids were in High School we argued a lot about Peer Pressure, she didn’t believe it was as Formidable as I did, but I knew different from watching my Best Friend in High School Plying his Girlfriend to Smoke Weed with us. She was strong, all through H.S. she never took a Drag, she waited till she was Married to him and smoked Crack with Him while she was Pregnant producing three Crack Babies, another Tragedy in my Life that I witnessed including Mona’s. It was getting late Thursday the Eve of Thanksgiving, I said goodbye to Mona and her Family. The weekend passed, watching the News Monday Morning I learned that Mark had beaten Mona badly  that Thursday Night over the last Hit of Crack, tied her up Duct Taped her Mouth and left Her in a Closet for three Days Pregnant with His Child, she went Home to Jesus Talking Her Heart of Gold. Absolutely Mind boggling, she survived Her Family’s Legacy of Hate and bad Karma to be Succumbed by Crack Cocaine. Parting Words ” Only the Good Die Young”.

 

P.S

Sins of the Father or Sins of the Fathers derives from Biblical references (primarily in the books Exodus, Deuteronomy, and Numbers) to the sins (or iniquities) of one generation passing to another. The idea has been conveyed paraphrastically into popular culture.

P.S.P.S.

Niel Young ” You who are on the Road must have a code that you can live by and so let the past be a goodbye”

Life, Parenting And Relationships

It’s Only A Tool

Anthony Dixon

 

 

 

My Cousin Constance was a Great Seamstress and Designer, there is no Doubt in my mind that if she had lived long enough she would have been Branded. My Mother noticed that I had a Flair for Fashion so at eighteen she sent me to live with Connie when I squeaked through High School with no intention of going on to College. She wanted me to learn Fashion Design. It was there that I met a Man in her fitting Room that Shaped the rest of my Life. He was a Pioneer in Electronic Goods, one of the Founders of Radio Shack, his Net worth at that time was five Hundred Million. Other than John Gotfreund he was the most unpretentious Person That I have met in my Life.

Sure I was impressed sitting in the same Room conversing with someone of his Stature for over two Hours, he was well Versed in Matters of the World. We spoke about Politics, Religion, Money and Parenting. On Politics he quoted Twain ” always support your Country,  your Government only when it deserved it” he warned me of Nixon’s Downfall before Watergate, because he was unscrupulous. The Man was a Visionary and a Teacher he Bombarded my Mind with Quotations and Knowledge.  He told me that a Person’s greatest Assets weren’t a Head full of Knowledge, but a Heart full of Love an Ear ready to Listen and a Hand willing to help others, he also said that Money was only a Tool to do good things and not to Worship it.

He was a Man of his word, when his two Sons graduated College instead of making them Vice-presidents and giving them offices on the twenty six floor in his Conglomerate, he started them at the Bottom. He gave them Jobs working in his Road Construction Company Laying Blacktop in Texas 115 Degrees Weather. I was startled by that information, I thought to be Cruel and unjust to do to College Educated Men, I questioned why. His response I didn’t want them to develop Rock Star’s Mentality and Pissed my hard work away, also to teach them the value of a Dollar. I was blown away with his Parenting Skills, he said that most Men can stand Adversity but if you want to test a Man’s Character give him Power, out of the Mouth of Lincoln.

Talking with this Man for two Hours was the equivalent to writing the Thesis on how to live the rest of my Life. Things didn’t workout with my Cousin,  I returned to New York only to be bombarded with offers from Criminal elements, at twenty one I turned down an offer to make five thousand Dollars a week working for Organized Crime. How many kids from the Bronx could resist an offer like that,  six months before I went to Texas I would have taken the offer.

Two years earlier I introduced my cousin to a Man, working for him my Cousin became very Wealthy, caught five Bullets and did fifteen years in Prison. With all the advice of how to live and not to Worship Money, today I am alive and never spent one Day in Prison telling young Wannabes that Money isn’t everything. Today I work in a Justice System I see fourteen years old coming to Court and getting Remanded, not going home for a long time. At fourteen I had Connections that made local Drug Dealers envious of a Kid. Drug Dealers have always targeted Juveniles to do their Bidding. In Venezuela kids as young as twelve years old are Hitmen and Gang Members chasing the Buck. Many Days I sit in the Hallways of the Courthouse and ponder what can I do to make an impact on just one of these young people who are being inducted into the System. A week ago I got my answer, Emanuel Donaldson popped on my Website, he was Arrested for committing four Murders in Tampa. I wrote a Blog titled Knowing the Signs where I mentioned him, that means that young Men in Prison are taking a look at my Life, knowing that they are a lot like I was. Only difference is I made the right choices and was rewarded with my Freedom. To all you young People under Lockdown let this Blog be the Compass to the rest of your life, living Pac’s Life is short lived, all the Money he made will be spent by by others who probably was involved in his Demise. Once again let me tell you Money is only a Tool it’s not worth Dying for. Over the years I became a firm Believer that there are no chance meetings and that Devine Intervention do exist. Parting Words, do not teach your Kids to Worship Money.

Related insights

 

You can hire someone to drive a car for you, make money for you – but you can not rent someone to carry your disease for you. One can find material things, but there is one thing that can not be found when it is lost – “life”.

Treat yourself well, and cherish others. As we get older we are smarter, and we slowly realize that the watch is worth $ 30 or $ 300 – both of which show the same time.

Whether we carry a purse worth $ 30 or $ 300 – the amount of money in the wallets are the same. Whether we drive a car worth $ 150,000, or a car worth $ 30,000 – the road and distance are the same, we reach the same destination.

If we drink a bottle worth $ 300 or wine worth $ 10 – the “stroller” will be the same.

If the house we live in is 300 square meters, or 3000 square meters – the loneliness is the same.

Your true inner happiness does not come from the material things of this world. Whether you’re flying first class, or economy class – if the plane crashes, you crash with it.

So, I hope you understand that when you have friends or someone to talk to – this is true happiness!

Five Undeniable Facts-

1. Do not educate your children to be rich. Educate them to be happy. – So when they grow up they will know the value of things, not the price.

2. Eat your food as medicine, otherwise you will need to eat your medicine as food.

3. Whoever loves you will never leave you, even if he has 100 reasons to give up. He will always find one reason to hold on.

4. There is a big difference between being human and human being.

5. If you want to go fast – go alone! But if you want to go far – go together!

And in conclusion,

The six best doctors in the world.

1. Sunlight

2. Rest

3. Exercise

4. Diet

5. Self-confidence

6. Friends

Keep them in all stages of life and enjoy a healthy life.


“Love the people God sent you, one day he’ll need them back.”

Life, Parenting And Relationships

Billy Jean

Anthony Dixon

 

 

Billy Jean

Most Kids are Born out of accidents, very few People are smart enough to implement Plan Parenthood techniques. The accident occurres when young People are testing the Waters of their sexuality, Instead of focusing on their Education and Careers, they can’t wait to prove that they are grown up and do all the stupid things that adults do such as Smoking, Drinking, doing Drugs and getting each other Knocked up. What happens between those experimental stages and them coming to grip with the stark reality of actually growing up, defines what they have learned from you of what Life in reality is truly about. Getting Pregnant while still being a Teenager robs you of a lot of things, your youth and youthfulness, Strech Marks and Stress knows no Age.

 

 

Putting off your Education for a year or two, many times dictates its end, sometimes out of necessity to care for the Child, so please explain to me the benefits of that moment’s pleasure. I hate to be so brutally frank but the Birds and the Bees do not work for me. When my Brother and I were Teenagers and becoming sexually active my Mother told us that when you’re out there feeling your Oats don’t forget to keep your Drawers up because I have raised you and I am not going to raise your indiscretions. He wasn’t listening to the Greatest Sex Talk that a single Mom was giving to her two Male Children, he became a father at seventeen without a Job, putting the burden on the Girl’s Parents.

 

 

 

When my Mother became Pregnant with her first Child her good Christian Parents ejected her from the family main Resistance into the one Room Guest Shack twenty five yards from the comfort of her Home. My Mother was the Ultimate Mother, she was practicing when she was still a Child helping her Mother care for her twelve other indiscretions, How Hypocritical. As the result of helping her Mother changing Diapers and preparing Meals she was taken out of School at an early age which robbed her of a formal Education, all she was afforded was the basics. With an above average intelligence she was forced to take a Domestic Position with a General’s Family.

The family saw the injustice perpetrated on her and decided to Home School her. They say Education make fools of those without Common Sense. Her Home Schooling and Common Sense allowed her to Rub Elbows with People who were way above her Menial Education such as Ships Captains and Doctors, she even turned down Marriage from a Doctor who didn’t believe in having Children around. Anyway we are talking about Children throwing away the rest of their lives for a moment’s Pleasure. With a College Degree in Economic she could lead a Third World country out of Poverty, with the little money she made people in School including Teachers thought we were Rich, she knew how to make a Dollar out of fifteen Cents.

 

 

I would like to quit talking about her but she was Brilliant with her Parenting Skills, I started going Bad early and she picked up on it early. Can you imagine the Dilemma for a single Mom who sent her Adolescent Son to Sunday School every Sunday finding an Ounce of High Quality Marijuana in her fourteen Years pocket while doing the Laundry. How she handled the situation was an Education for me to raise two Boys in New York City and never feared them using Drugs when it was everywhere around them. When she found my Weed she flushed it down the Toilet and gave herself a week to cool down instead of beating me into a Coma for letting her down. Once she cooled down and got over the blow that I had delt her. 

One Day out of the blue she told me that if I continued this Lifestyle she was going to put me in Juveniles Detention. Personally I think that was just a scare Tactic. Regardless the job she performed as a Drug Counselor was of PHD quality, telling me about the Gateway effects, Crime and Punishment to withdrawal from other Opiates, even though she was never a user her Knowledge was vast. Anyway that’s enough about her Parenting Skills we are talking about yours, for not talking to your Kids about the Dangers of being sexually active as Teenagers. You need to tell them that becoming a Parent changes their Lives forever, the Baby has to Eat even if you go to Bed hungry, the Baby needs Clothes even when there are holes in yours it needs Medical treatment when you have to take an Aspirin.

Having a Child is a life changing experience. My Grandma was a Puritanical Woman she never had the Talk that my Mother had with me at fifteen when I was looking up Girls Skirts, she said first you need an Education and a Job before you start making Babies there are too many Fatherless Homes out there. While working at the Resort on St Pete Beach I observed two fifteen years old Kids in the Kiddies Pool with Moves that told me they were having Sex regularly. Where were their Parents who bought the Plane Tickets and paid for the Hotel Rooms. Like T Sex said Bang a Gong get it on. I once met a Man who taught he was a Player, he bragged to me that he had twenty Kids, that’s just about as Hillbilly as this business of Sex gets. Fatherless Homes is an Epidemic in this Country. She said I am the one but the Kid is not my Son. Thank you Michael for the insight, Pac said it best ” Brenda is having A Baby the Girl can barely spell Her Name”.

 

P.S I know that there are some duplicate contents, but sometimes when you are trying to drive a point home you become repetitive.

Life, Parenting And Relationships

Kids Absorbs Your Values

Anthony Dixon

 

 

 

Kids Absorb Your Values

An agnostic believes in nothing, it’s either you believe in God or you don’t. a fool is someone who knows all, yet knows nothing and is closed mind to Learning. As far as I am concerned , they are one and the same. They go from the neighborhood to the office to high places in the World and spread their ignorance. For instance on a College Campus, a young ignoramus gets up on stage and begins to talk out of his Head about Supremacy and separatism. Dimwits have always dwell on the  trivialities of our differences, of the way we look our Culture and Religion, Intolerance is the Backbone of a Jackass. When I lived in Pennsylvania where Skinhead mentality ruled, the few God fearing good people are the minority. A coworker related a story of intolerance to me yesterday that prompted this Blog. It appears that his girlfriend and his Dad had a conversation about something, the Dad didn’t agree with her point of view.

 

 



The ignorant Dad chose to belittle and berated the young woman, at one point calling  her a Bitch. Can you imagine, we are living in the twenty first century and two people with different views can’t engage in a debate without pulling out the Swords and Daggers of intolerance and begins to carve each other up with belligerence. That is not how civilized people do things, if necessary you walk away from the conversation, don’t forget he who fights and runs away lives to fight another day. In today’s society with every fool owning a gun, a mishap on the Roadways and the skies are filled with unnecessary Slugs and a young College student is dead. As it did in Pennsylvania in a Road Rage incident where the Moron shot and killed a College student, after she cut him off,  then fled as most cowards with his mindset always do after screwing up.

 




My God we’ve come far in our evolving from the Caves, or did we. “Smile when you say that stranger”. On a stage at Florida State University the same Adolf Hitler look alike and think alike who  almost started a Civil war in Charlottesville was given permission to spew his rhetoric of Racism and hate, to a campus audience. Not that they supported his Crap, but to avoid litigation of the first amendment they allowed his Circus Act.  It is irrelevant whether his fallen tree made  a sound, what is relevant, is that there were no reaction to the diatribes. This time there were no bloodshed, Civilized America had spoken to an uncivilized Speaker. The mentality of the Civil War was beaten down with the mentality of Free speech and Tolerance even for a young Ignoramus. That is my America, Land that I love, Land of the free home of the Brave.

 



There were peaceful protests and nobody called anyone a Bitch. What I love about this Country is that someone like me can write about my distrust and disgust for the Government and not taken out in the middle of the night by the Secret service and never again to be heard from. You don’t know how lucky you are Boy, back in the USSR. Please don’t let the past remind us of what were, move out the square. Life is short and filled with uncertainty don’t let there come a time for us to be forced to unite and fight the enemy . No better time to unite instead of waiting till Bin Laden’s fifteen Childrens come calling. Don’t forget your Children are always watching and absorbing so  they can teach your Values to their Children.