America the beautiful land of the free home of the Brave. Your Hour of Power is being tested by the Sword of Division your Luster and Glory they try to Tarnish. Deception, Divisiveness and Demagoguery is hovering your Skies. Your open Arms of Liberty wears a Cast of Isolation, your Immigrants from. England, Ireland, Africa and the World over, have taken you through Industrialization to the Internet Governance and Cyber Wars. Rebellions are your Legacies. Without them there would be no Constitution and Old Glory be trampled on.
Some of your Critics are Emboldened with snickers, they believe that they see your Nakedness of Disarayment. Fear not America your Rainbow Collation shines from East to West, North to South. Look at Georgia, flipping from Red to Blue, assisting in giving you a Visionary to lead you through Pestilence ,Divisiveness and Enemies of Democracy. The Lights of the Kennedy’s and Dr King were Extinguished prematurely, but their Torches refused to be doused. This Kid watched the Turmoils of 1968 and grew strong and walked away from the Turbulence of Hate and is now Living the Dream. Two bad Rides, nice House and not worried about being Bankrupted but Covid19, plus the Freedom to Express myself. Why would I not Love you America? If I lost some of the Stuff you gave me I would still love you.
In the Months before his Assassination Martin Luther King became increasingly concerned with the problem of economic inequality in America his concerns impacted my Life. That’s why Today I can stand up and be Proud of you America. You didn’t let me down. I have paid a Fortune in Taxes but I am not crying, my contributions have made you strong, yes you have protected me. Your Attackers are not afraid of your Millitary Might. What they fear most of you, is that you will spread Democracy to the Four Corners of the World, and even to thei’r Doors. To all your Detractors, thei’r Kids are watching just like I was watching at Fourteen years old and is now telling the Kids of their Legacy of Hate. Let Justice and Democracy come crashing like a falling Meteor.
P.S. God, I Love this Writing Business, keep shining your ever loving light on me
In Light of Current Events I Thought it necessary to reblog this Post to remind you that you can’t teach Values. Kids absorbs Values from watching the way you Live your Life. I remember being Seven years old and Grownups were having the most Grown-up Discussions. I would position myself within Earshot and not leave until the Conversation was over. I remember being Thirteen hanging around Future Rock Stars practicing thei’r Music and smoking Weed all Night long. When the Sessions were over, I picked up their Roaches and got Baked. No wonder that when I got to be Fourteen I Thought that I was a Man. At Four years old my little Nephew said to me ” Uncle Creg you are F*****g kidding me aren’t you”. I rest my Case. The Message you send Today, Cultivates Tomorrow’s Generation. I don’t write about Hearsay, I write about been there done that.
Tom Petty was Bullied in High School, they called him dirty Hippie
Bullying
My Wife tells me that I am repetitious, guess what, I totally agree with her. While studying Drama, I learned that repetition was the only way to learn your Lines. Playing Basketball I also learned that taking a corner shot was perfected through repetition of the same set( the way you position your body) and Arm release. Later on in Life I further learned that repetition of Daily Activities allowed you to perform them effortlessly when you grow old and Diseases like Dementia sets in. With that said I can continue with this Blog which has nothing to do with one or the other. Except that Bullying is a Repetitious Behavior of taking advantage of someone weaker than yourself.
Wheather it’s Psychological or Physical, it’s still abuse. What activated this Train of thought, was reading about some Women Executives who lost their Jobs because they reported Sexual Harassment bestowed on them in the Workplace. The So-called Men who Terminated or facilitated their Departure from the Organization, are nothing short of Bullies themselves, or sympathizers. The ones who actually performed the dirty Deed of making the Women uncomfortable with their Lascivious Behavior are nothing but little Chicken- Shit Boys with out of control Testosterones. Here we are back to the Motivation for this Blog, Bullying. When a Child shows Characterics of being a Bully, it is for you the Parents to cure them of the Trait.
If you don’t they grow up to be Thorny Bushes( as a Twig is bent so shall it grows) Words of Wisdom. Two instances that I recalled that were handled differently. Sitting at the Kitchen Table having a Conversation with one of my Childhood Friend. Her young Son who was about six years old kept interrupting, as a result of her ignoring him. He mustered up all the strength his little hand could find, and he rung her Bell. He slapped her so hard her Face immediately turned red. She went off the deep end on him, She slapped his Face repeatedly,I did or said nothing to his defense, sometimes that’s what it takes to cure a future woman Beater. His Dad was an a Abusive Man, I don’t know if the Child was mimicking his Father.
The second occurrence, the settings could be a duplicate. The young son of eight years old said Mommy you are a Bitch, she asked him why do you say that, he replied Daddy says you are. Did I mention Psychological abuse. Those are two Bullies in the make. Women abusers are one and the same period. If you don’t deal with this Syndrome of attacking belittling and downright Physical abuse of others. You leave it up to People like me to Manner-up your little Indiscretions. Bullies thought me to be a Punishing Street Fighter. At Eleven years old my Mother sent us to School Dressed better than the Teachers. Our Clothes were Pristine, Shoes polished like a Marine.
In the Neighborhood there were Three older Brothers, I will never forget thei’r Names, The Higgins. Taking a Bus would take Three times longer than walking through a field One and a Half Mile wide. These Three Hooligans thought it was their Job to send us to School and Home Battered Bruised and dirty every single solitary Day. They never took a Vacation from jumping us. After a while I got sick of being Pounced on by Boys bigger and older than I was. My Brother and I developed fighting Techniques to offset the Three against Two unfairness. One of my Techniques were, giving my Brother my Books to put in his Backpack. I would then load Rocks in mine, the first one who came within striking distance went down hard, sometimes he didn’t get up, while his other two Brothers render First Aid, we went on our merry way not even looking back.
That’s how you break them from the Habit of abusing People. Another prompting for this Blog is, its Saturday Night the Place is just about under Lockdown. The Health Professionals say to avoid People. What else do I have to do but sit here, Write Blogs,drink a couple of Beers and Reminisce. At Fourteen I was an Accomplished Street Fighter able to beat Thirty years old Men. In Junior High I was tested by another Bully older than I. This was an up and coming Thug, his Two older Brothers were Gunmen who had Killed before. This Boy singled me out to beat my Brains out. The first five Minutes of the Fight, he punished me with his Elbows Knees and Head-butts. Just about to cry No Mas, I found a Two by Four piece of Wood. I beat that Boy within inches of Death.
His Brothers who were looking for me were Executed Gang Style. I went to thei’r Funeral. If ever I had any Inclination of being Bad, I was looking at the Outcomes laying in thei’r Caskets. Bullies weren’t finished with me yet. Two Boys who became friends with me invited me to thei’r Home for Dinner, one was my Age the other Two years older. Both were Molested by thei’r older Brother, a Teacher. Sitting at the Dinner Table waiting for the Food, the Teacher led us into a Conversation about Sex. I became uncomfortable, stood up and started to leave. Teachie as he was called Pounced on me grabbing a Handful of my Testicles. He squeezed them so hard to put me in submission, I fought Tears. I blocked the pain by going into a Shaolin Meditation. With my Eyes closed I Visualized his Face in my Mind, I came up with a Knuckle Punch and nailed him in the right Eye, it immediately filled up with Blood. He released my Testicles as if they Burned his Hands.
How is that for Bullying, a grown Man bullying a Fourteen years old Kid into sex, a Rapist if you ask me. If you don’t cure Bullying, they grow up and think that they can do whatever they want to do. Look at Mike Epstein, Bill Cosby, Aaron Hernandez, O.J. Simpson. Parting Words for Bullies ” You are Fired”
P.S. Writing for me is Therapeutic. It’s like laying on someone’s Couch and Baring your Soul for a Hundred and Twenty five Dollars an Hour.
Rendering an Opinion is expressing your own Thoughts. There is a big Difference in Rendering as opposed to Echoing someone else’s. Rendering means that you are an Independent Thinker capable of formulating your own Thoughts and you don’t have Clone Mentality. It’s absolutely uncanny that when your Parents are Teaching and Training you that you don’t Recognize what they were trying to accomplish, until you all Grown up yourself. My Mother have never tried to Clone my Thinking to Her’s, even when I was Hell bent on self-destruction. She allowed me to burn myself out on that Path, until I came full circle with my Thinking.
That Training goes as far back to four years old, when I told her that I was cold she never told me that it was eighty Degree, how can you be cold. When I told her that I wasn’t hungry, she never told me that you haven’t eaten all Day, yes you are hungry and you are going to eat. That type of interaction went on all the way through our Lives. She was molding me into an Independent Thinker, which was oblivious to me. I always thought she was easygoing and soft. Like when I was fourteen and she found my Ounce of Weed. She didn’t go off the Deep End, several Days later she sat me down and Communicated with me. One of the Questions she ask me was, do you want to be a Bum or a Respectable Person that People looks up to.
She continued, the People you are Running with aren’t for you, doing what they are doing smothered your Individuality. I didn’t Raise you to Succumb to Peers Pressure, you are your own Person doing what they do makes you their Puppet. My God that Woman was wiser than Solomon. She had crafted a Passageway to my Mind. Whatever Problem I had throughout Life I could Discuss it with her, even Women trouble. During that Discussion she used a Phrase that stuck with me all my Life, ” Like Minded People” as soon as she uttered those Words, Zombies flashed in my Head. From there on I knew that I was an Independent Thinker.
I knew that I would never be one of the Mass, I wouldn’t belong to a Political Party, associated maybe, but not belong, no one Dictates to me. Even in my Work Life , once I learned my job and knew what was expected of me, leave me alone. I also knew that I would never join a Gang or a Cult. Today Party Affiliation resembles Cult to me. For Forty Seven years I have wondered why did I turned down the Offer to work for Organized Crime, making Huge Money atTwenty years old. Mother’s work was done, I was an Independent Thinker. The Neighborhood Drug Dealer who owned many six Stories Thirty Units Buildings, tried to make me like him, Filthy Rich. Today I am Poor and work in a Justice System and not Residing in a Cell.
The Black Muslims of Malcolm X tried to Indoctrinate me, they failed. The Black Panther Party tried to Recruit me they also failed. When you are an Independent Thinker you are Impervious to bad choices and Propaganda. No one can Whip you into a frenzy with Sugarplums and Misinformation. Four Days from my Twenty First Birthday, On November 18, 1978, Peoples Temple founder Jim Jones leads hundreds of his followers in a mass murder-suicide at their agricultural commune in a remote part of the South American nation of Guyana. All that did was to strengthen my Convictions not to be a Follower and let myself get Duped by some Charismatic Talker.
As I have said Over and again I have spent my entire Life Learning from other People’s Mistakes. 1933 the Beleaguered German People filled Stadiums Listening to a Characteristic Speaker. They decided to break away from thei’r Democratic Style Government and Elected the Charismatic Speaker as Chancellor, look at the Chaotic outcomes. I guess that was the Birth of Heard Mentality. It’s always a difficult task to break from the Norm, but it’s the only way to be truthfully Free. My Wife puts it Best ” You came into this World alone and you will leave it alone” I say you’ve got one Life to Live, don’t let someone else live your Life and don’t live someone else’s Life. As you know I don’t like beating my Gums more than necessary to get my Point across whatever you didn’t hear me say , is for you to Figure out. So I am ending it on the lite side. John Smith’s first Day in School was a Tear Jerker. The Teacher introduced herself and began Roll call. When she got to John, she called his name several times, he never answered. All the other kids were accounted for, so she walked over to the only Kid that wasn’t accounted for and asked him, are you John Smith? He answered yes. The Teacher asked him how come he didn’t answer Roll call, he replied that’s not what my Mother call me. The confused Teacher asked him what does she call you, He replied, Dumb Ass. So there you have the Moral for being an Independent Thinker, no one can call you that. Last Word goes to my favorite Thinker. The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift. ~ Albert Einstein.
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