Tag: Self Improvement

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.

 

America, Life, Motivation

Big Fish

Anthony Dixon

Big Fish Small Ocean

 

 

 

In the great Waterways of Life it’s a tragic Cycle, Big Fish gobbling up small Fish. Nowhere more prevalent than the Corporate Jungle. I haven’t posted anything in a while, being too busy with Life. Whenever I take a Vacation from writing doesn’t mean that I have developed a case of writer’s block. Most of the time I am just preoccupied with other things. Most of my Blogs are usually about Roads that I have traveled. This One is about One of them. Three years ago I worked for a Resort Giant, It was something quite different. While there I got to meet a lot of people, some nice, some were absolutely Atrocious. That goes for some of the Guests as well as Coworkers and Management. 

I couldn’t go on without mentioning a couple of Individual standout occurrences. My absolute favorite was a little Girl who I wrote a Blog about, with her Parents approval. Jasoul was Nine years old, her Mannerisms were of a matured Adult with style and Grace. The Blog gave credit to her Parents, working class People who had their own Business. Jasoul was an absolute Gem, when her Parents and I communicated, she sat erect and listened adeptly. Even though she was included in the Conversation, she never spoke until it was her turn. The mark of a great Conversationalist and very mature for a nine years old. Most Nine years old fidgets and ask dumb questions when involved in deep Conversations. In the Blog I said that Josoul was destined for great things and her Parents had done a great job in her upbringing. After posting the Blog Siouxi her mother, sent me an Email Lauding me with compliments on the Blog. She said that the Blog made her and her Husband Cried for Joy.

 

 Then I remembered that before I wrote my first Blog, I read a Book on Blogging and what makes a Great Blog. The Author stated that if when you write and what you write don’t stir Emotions, what you write is not worth the Paper it’s written on. The Resort gave me plenty of Subjects to write about. Talking about Big Fish eating small Fish. These Piranhas gave Capitalism and Labor Relations a bad name. They Indoctrinated us to make the Guests feel special so they would return again and again. We sold the Resort with our every interaction with the Guests. Our Day to Day functions weren’t the only things that made the Company lots of Money.

 

 

 

 When it comes to Money big Fish have an Insatiable Appetite. One year the Company made over One Hundred Million Dollars. Christmas came and went without the yearly Bonus that we looked forward to. The reason, Operation cost were too high. Yet the C.E.O. and his Flunkies got Three Figure Bonuses. Did I mention Big Fish. Just Rewards had the last laugh. One year after my forced departure a Whale of an Investment Group bought the Resort. When I got fired for refusing my Boss, I had already given them Two weeks notice and had One week to go. Wrongfully terminated I knew that I had a case, Nonetheless I decided not to Sue. Within a short while later the Buffoon was promoted to C.E.O. months before the Company was sold. It didn’t take the new Owners long to see what I had known all along, he was Inept and a Buffoon. He was promptly fired, the same way he disposed of me. The best part of this Story, the new Owners came with a big Broom. All the Slackers and Freeloaders, either quit or was fired. Keeping it short and sweet, if you enjoy swallowing Guppies, one Day your turn will come to be swallowed.

 

Driving School, Safe Driving

The weakest part of a Car- revisited

Anthony Dixon

The weakest part of a Car / revisited

I’m on the Road Again and I am gone, gone, gone as the song goes by the Group Traffic, One of the Premier Groups of the Seventies.  Eric Clapton,  Ginger Baker and Stevie Winwood made the Group a Standout. Better yet Golden Earnings said it best, no more speed, I’m almost there, Radar Love. That’s enough of the Musical Savvy. This Blog isn’t about music, even though while covering Forty-Two hundred miles in the past month I listened to a lot of it. This Blog is about the weakest part of the Car. Not the Nut that retains the Steering Wheel, but the Nut holding the Wheel that calls himself a Driver. I have always maintained that the speed limit on our Roadways should never exceed Fifty-Five.

The reason for this is that whatever is posted, it will be exceeded. Interstate Ninety Five is posted Seventy M.P.H. No One obeys it. The average speed during rush hour is Eighty-Five, no matter how inept or inexperienced or insecure. The Bold, the late and the Suicidal, blows through a cluster of Traffic at 100. When you have a smash-up at One hundred M.P.H. There are no survivors. The most Astonishing thing that ever happened to me in over Fifty years of driving,  was a Nut passing me on the Shoulders doing Ninety Five. Now, do you understand why I will never stop writing Safe Driving Blogs? When I quit giving my opinion about this screwed-up World that we are living in, I will never stop talking about Idiots behind the wheel that thinks that Driving is big fun and is nothing but a game. The Numerous Roadside Graves that I pass Daily on my commute make me the most Astute of Drivers. When I was younger, I was one of them, reckless and daring, change is good.The reason for that is that I don’t want to die in a blazing ball of Fire mangled by Glass and Steel. My Dream Death is, sitting up in bed sipping on my finest Brandy. However, I am always amazed that just about every single day I get behind the wheel someone is trying to forfeit my Dream.

They can be as Educated as they come, when they get behind the wheel the Idiot pops out, Logic is tossed asunder, rationality is discarded and common sense becomes uncommon. So many people lose their lives each year because of stupid people who are good at nothing else in life. Yet these same losers get behind the wheel of a car and thinks that they are better than Dale Earnhardt. Dale was the best, but yes shit does happen. So why do you put wood in the fire with a Full Tank of Gas? I could be cruising at Eighty-Five yet some Idiot would run up on me doing a Hundred, not knowing if I am tired from Driving four hours straight and is tired enough to drift from my lane. Where is the logic as Spock would ask? All that Schooling and all it’s good for making money, it doesn’t make you a fluent thinker, what a waste of Brainpower. Working in Construction we had a dominant concept about craftsmanship and skills. You could be doing it for Fifty years and still don’t know what you’re doing. Meaning, if you started out doing something the wrong way, fifty years later you are still doing it wrong. Case in point, since the first Two cars hit the winding dirt roads, they traveled in close formation. No one knew back then that staggering the traffic flow is the ultimate way to drive and it minimizes catastrophe.

Over a Hundred plus years later they still don’t understand the safety mechanism of staggering. Covering Forty-Two hundred miles, just about every Hundred miles, I come upon a cluster of Twenty cars all doing the same speed averaging Eighty. A combination of lightheadedness, doing things the wrong way and the “B” attitude puts someone in the left lane that doesn’t know that you don’t hang out in the left lane, even if you are doing One hundred and Twenty. There is always someone going faster. There are a lot of Bad Rides out there willing and able to exceed Two hundred and no shortage of crash Dummies. My friends knows that one of my dreams is to write a blog with one Sentence and a Book on One Page. Without further ado, I leave you with my favorite Einstein quote” A Fool is someone who does things the same way, each time looking for different results”.

Roadside Grave

Driving School, Life, Safe Driving

A Car’s Weakest Point

Anthony Dixon

A Car’s Weakest Point

The other Day I saw a Sign that read, a Car’s Weakest Part is the Nut holding the Steering wheel. At first I thought they were talking about the Nut that holds the Steering Wheel to the Shaft that’s connected to the Rack and Pinion, the integral component of the Steering Mechanism. Then I thought to myself, that isn’t the thought that’s being conferred. They are taking about, the Nut Driving the Car, holding the Steering Wheel. When I took Sensitivity Training, it specifically told you that you should not call a Crazy Person a Nut, it only Infuriates them. Also I believe that the Human Mind is so Fragile that any of us could fall Prey to Mental Illness. My Definition of a Nut is someone who Knows right from Wrong, yet they choose the latter. Someone who choose to play the Fool is a Nut.

Nowhere else in Life that people  play the Fool more than when they get behind the Wheel. Well my Friend I have tried every method of Communication and it doesn’t work. I have always Maintained that if you speak to People Intelligently and the act the Fool, you treat them Accordingly. So there you have it I am well within my Rights calling you a Nut for all the foolish things you do when you are behind the Wheel. Yesterday Twelve Noon on what I consider to be a Rural Road, Fifteen Feet from an Intersection. Someone Driving a Brand New Camaro, waited until I was within Twenty feet of the Intersection. I was Travelling at Fifty MPH, the Nut took the turn causing a near miss.

Both Cars with a combined value of Seventy Thousand Dollars almost went to the Junk Yard. That kind of Mentality is nothing short of being a Nut. That makes him or her the weakest part of the Car. Even though Today’s Cars no matter how Expensive, with the Finest Technology incorporated, they use the most Inexpensive material that they can find to make the Body. Bumpers made of Plastic and Styrofoam, Engine and Transmission made from Aluminum and the rest of it from ridiculously cheap Steel with no Density. That makes it a Death Trap at Fifty MPH. Yet every Nut out there drives them in a mindless fashion. The other Night going Home I came upon a Strip Mall with a Life Flight Helicopter and about Fifty Emergency and Patrol Cars. When it gets like that People are Gravely injured, clinging to Life or already Dead. What gets me about situations like that is that a Thousand other Nuts drive pass a Bad accident and draws no conclusions that it’s bad Driving that causes Catastrophic Accidents.

And so they just drive by Rubbernecking with  a mindless gaze and on their way, until it’s thei’r turn to take that Helicopter ride or be carried away in a Body Bag. Another Time while Traveling the Pennsylvania Turnpike, a Road where Nuts maintain a steady Eighty and even One Hundred. It was early Afternoon, Hours before Rush Hour. I came around a Bend and the Roadway was a Parking Lot. It took Three Hours before the Traffic started inching at a Snail’s pace forward. While waiting I noticed the Helicopter hovering then landed on the Highway. When I finally made it to the Accident Scene, all those who were involved in the Two Car Devastation were already transported by the Helicopter. By the look of both Vehicles, anyone who Lived were on borrowed Time. It appears that a SUV had made an Illegal U- Turn on a Roadway where no One Obeyed the Speed limit. The Vehicle that caused the Catastrophe suffered extensive Damages to the left rear quarter panel. The rear door was battered open, on the seat was a Bloodied white Teddy Bear, it’s owner was on the Helicopter. I asked myself what kind of a Nut would use a Police speed trap to make a U Turn on a Turnpike, with his whole Family in the Car. Well there you have it in a Catastrophic Wreck, the weakest part of the Car is the Nut holding the Wheel. I will forever be quoting Einstein ” The true Definition of a Fool, is someone who do things the same way, each time looking for different results”. That makes you a Nut.

This is Rush Hour on Ulmerton Road
America, Life

Political Science

Anthony Dixon

Political Science

This Song was written Fifty years ago, I was only Eighteen and didn’t understand what Randy Newman was trying to say. Today I foully understand, he was telling us that there is too much Hate in the World and that its Dangerous

No one likes us
I don’t know why
We may not be perfect
But heaven knows we try
But all around
Even our old friends put us down
Let’s drop the big one
And see what happens

We give them money
But are they grateful
No, they’re spiteful
And they’re hateful
They don’t respect us
So let’s surprise them
We’ll drop the big one
And pulverize them

Asia’s crowded
And Europe’s too old
Africa’s far too hot
And Canada’s too cold
And South America stole our name
Let’s drop the big one
There’ll be no one left to blame us

We’ll save Australia
Don’t want to hurt no kangaroo
We’ll build an all American amusement park there
They’ve got surfing, too

Boom goes London
And boom Paris
More room for you
And more room for me
And every city the whole world round
Will just be another American town
Oh, how peaceful it’ll be
We’ll set everybody free
You’ll have Japanese kimonos, baby
There’ll be Italian shoes for me
They all hate us anyhow
So let’s drop the big one now
Let’s drop the big one now