Don’t surround yourself with yourself.
Those phrase were in a song written forty years ago, by Yes. Sad to say the words did not Resonate loudly enough. The song came to mind while sitting and pondering what is to become of Us, as People without Character. I am totally bewildered by People who think that they are the Universe, the reason the Sun shines. For instance O.J. Simpson, Aaron Hernandez, Phil Spector, Claud Von Bulow and all who followed the Suite.People accused or Convicted or Heinous Crimes. Right down to the sixteen years Boy in Tampa who shot randomly into a parked Car. Sixteen and is already a Gang member, inside the car was someone he had a Beef with, Jackass minded as he was, he opened fire on the car killing a fourteen years old Girl. Sixteen years old and he destroyed two young Lives.
All because he took himself too seriously and overthought himself right over the Brink of Sanity. Now he will have the rest of his Life to reflect on the very moment he released that Bullet never to be reloaded. That is just one of the millions of stories of people crossing the line of good Judgement and insanity. Lauren Hill puts it best ” Talk turn cold and I run for my Gun. Homicides are part of our daily lives, So much to the point, numerous Television shows have Spawned about people in a fit of Rage or for Financial Gains, thinking that they can get away with Murder. In a World gone mad Mayhem rules the Media. My friend and I Joke that when something out of the Bizarre happens, we say only in Florida and hopes what happens in Florida stays in Florida. Far be it to be Isolated to Florida, it’s Global. If the Bazaar is Fad, then it’s Viral.
Like they say they don’t make them like they used to. Never more so than in People. Having been acustomed to the Push Button Lifestyle you believe that Life should not throw you any Curveballs or you will act out. Look at the Las Vegas Shooter, he took a vantage point from a Hotel Window high above an open-Air Concert with enough Ammunition and Armaments to keep the Red Coats at bay. The humor is for the Advocates. Nonetheless another one over the deep end. Whatever it is that burnt a hole in his Ass, that we will never know, grinding Axes is like taking Poison, while waiting for the other Person to Die. Whatever it is that brought him to Destruction must have consumed his every waken moments.
And that is the point of this Blog not using rationality through dark moments of making decisions that you will live with the rest of your Life. Or Die with your dark Secret. The average Person in a moment of Heat will act adversely, sometimes over the edge of Sanity. Our Prison System is Bulging and daily takes in new Tadpoles into its Canals, as early as Juvenile. Life is Somewhat of a Science, to each action there is a reaction, by not Blowing up on Society you get to maintain your Liberty. Anger Management is way underrated, it should be thought when Toddlers throw Tantrums for the first time. those of us who deals well with adversity are the ones who gets to live another Day, in more ways than you think. It also allows the recipient of your wrought to live another Day.
We are all born with our own Demons, you don’t believe me let’s go back to one of the first Men to have walked this Earth. Cain killed his Brother for no apparent reason other than Jealousy, and it remains today. How we deal with our Demons define who we are and the strength of our Characters. People of strong Character die for their Beliefs. People with no Character kill for little or no Reason. Bottom line they have very little or no foresight to know that no good Deed goes un-punished. Either in a Courtroom or the Court of Karma, justice is the Common Denominator. We are living in a Society built on Laws and run by Laws. Thinking that you are an Entity or greater is a common flaw among big Egos. Just take a look at all the fallen Celebrities. Like the Man said ” The bigger the Bill the harder the Fall”.
When I met Mark Harshbarger he was in his early twenties. He confided in me that he was covered with almost two hundred thousand Dollars of Life Insurance. Years later his Wife Marybeth an Avid Hunter and Sharpshooter, who have hit Bulls Eye at one thousand yards. Shot and killed Mark under 100 yards claiming she thought she was shooting at a Bear. At the time of his Death he was covered close to a Million in Life Insurance, while She had an affair with his Brother. It’s People like that who motivated this Blog. In the middle of writing this Blog I am watching Dateline, right in front of my face my Blog unfolded. A handsome Doctor is sentenced to Life for using Murder to get out of the Marriage. He took himself far too seriously thinking that he could outsmart the World.
It all boils down to Respect for individuals Rights. Such as the right to say no for instance. Not indoctrinating your kids to Respect others Rights is paralleled to raising a loose Canon. What else could produce a sixteen years old to commit Murder, or the one who Raped a sixty years old Woman, approaching his seventeenth Birthday he raped a seventeen years old college bound Girl, gave her such a severe beating, she is now a Vegetable for Life, can’t eat, can’t speak. What else could produce such a Monster than bad upbringing. The Analysist always ask the question” do you Hate your Parents” whereas the question should be do you Hate Society. Blaming society for all your pains is wimping out. The Bible says we are Guilty by Thoughts Deeds and Action. Taking responsibility for your actions is a big step towards Maturity.
Many Men grow old and never experienced Maturity, I often wonder how is that possible. Living in your own Dream World, anything is possible. One year ago one of my Neighbors killed his Roommate who repelled his advances, he told the Cops that he always had a hard time dealing with rejection all his Life. Now who is the Kid that’s afraid of the Dark, he was seventy one years old, and never took the time to grow up. If you are sixteen years old and you Lashes out on Society and it lands you in Jail, your upbringing is flawed. Worst of all you fail to be the Captain of your Ship, blaming everyone for your broken Rudder. There are Orphans who have Risen to the Occasion and made great contributions to the same Society that people with two Parents and the comfort of stability, try to undermine and destroy with Terror.
All because they can’t deal with adversity.They say that in each Life the Rain must fall, in some it’s a torrential downpour. How we deal with the Rain defines our Characters. Working in the Justice System have proven to me that a good many of us is lacking strong Characters. One of my coworker and I have great discussions about the People in our Town. The discussions usually ends that there must be something in the Water, that brings out the worst in People. A little adversity in their lives and Mr Hyde pops out. Sometimes there is no Rain falling yet they end up in deep water. For instance, my Hometown has been Plagued with juvenile Car Thieves for the last five years. Some Offenders as young as fourteen, some have lost their lives in bad crashes, burnt crisp.
When caught, the Kids say that they are Bored. What a Crock, when I was fifteen working after School stocking shelves in a Supermarket and trying to stay abreast of my homework I didn’t have time to be bored. Furthermore I was a Deviant who was threatened with Juvenile Detention. My Life was well structured, yet I chose to test my Mother’s will. When I was sixteen going to a Party” I was told what time to be Home. Five hours beyond my Corfu I came Home Shit- faced. She stayed up all Night with a Broomstick waiting for me. One strategically placed whack dropped me to my Knees. That sobered me instantly and cured my bad behavior. In today’s society and Courts If you leave a bruise on your Children it is Child Abuse. If you’re not afraid of Consequences and you have no structure in your life, naturally you have time to steal Cars four A.M. on a Sunday morning.
If you’re looking for Root cause, you need to visit the place they call Home and the so-called Parents. As a result of poor Parenting and Child Abuse Laws, there have been an Erosion in Core Values. Can you imagine fifteen years old with multiple Warrants outstanding. Furthermore going to Car Dealerships and removing Cars from the Lot is not a game or a Hobby it’s Grand Theft. It’s the life you choose to fall through the Cracks and live your life in our Prison Systems off the Taxpayers. All because you refuse to grow up. Taking responsibility for your Life is what growing up Right is all about. You are never too young or old to take responsibility for your actions. When confronted with tough Decisions weigh everything out to the point of being able to live with your Decision. Do not outfox yourself, think beyond the moment. Wrapping up the Line of Insanity, Wednesday July 31 2019 the Pilot of a major Airline reports to work visibly intoxicated with a Bottle in his Bag. On that note I rest my Case on good Judgement and Responsibility.
A Florida police sergeant was hospitalized Monday night after a 15-year-old driving a stolen car crashed into the officer’s vehicle, authorities say.
St. Petersburg police told Fox13 the sergeant was heading west on 18th Avenue South when his car was struck by a blue Toyota Camry driving north on 7th Street South. Investigators say the teenage driver ran a stop sign at the intersection. The sergeant and three passengers from the Camry were taken to a local hospital to be treated for non-life-threatening injuries.
The 15-year-old was arrested on outstanding warrants, the news station reported. Officials say charges will be filed against him, but they are still searching for the owner of the car.
Monday night’s crash took place hours after Phelexis Jakara Robinson, 26, was killed in a hit-and-run accident by another suspected car thief. Robinson was trying to fix her car on Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard when a person driving a stolen Infiniti sedan struck her and fled the scene. The driver in the hit-and-run has yet to be apprehended.
Tampa-area authorities have struggled to prevent teenagers from stealing cars in recent years. A 2017 Tampa Bay Times investigation found that Pinellas County saw juveniles being arrested and charged with grand theft auto at a higher rate than any other major county in Florida.
“These kids walk through the neighborhood, they try the car doors, and if the car has a push start, they press the button and see if it works,” St. Petersburg Police Chief Tony Holloway said at a Tuesday news conference. “It’s that simple … They’re driving these cars at 70 and 80 mph, running stop signs and they do not know what that vehicle can and cannot do.”
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Fox News’ Kira Grant contributed to this report.
Fox News’ Kira Grant contributed to this report.
Working in a Justice System has been a true revaluation for me, of the importance of good Parenting. The other day I was sitting in the parking Lot, directly across the Street was a sprawling Building. This Building was the Juvenile Detention Center. While sitting there looking at the tiny Windows, I wondered to myself how old was its youngest Resident. I also wondered if by the time he made it back home would he have been rehabilitated or at least seen the Light or the evil of his way. It was then that it occurred to me the importance of good Parenting. The importance of bending the Twig before it grows into a thorny Tree is of Tantamount Effect. Junior was only eighteen Months old when he decided to test his will and witts against mine.
Sitting in his Highchair throwing a Fit, he tossed his spoon on the Floor several times. Unwittingly I picked it up each time, washed it and put it in the Bowl. After several times of repeating this game I removed him from his Highchair and placed him on the Floor next to the discarded Spoon. This was his first lesson that he wasn’t going to have things his way all the time. By you picking up that Spoon for the twentieth time, controlling and manipulation is now one of his Trait that could lead him to the Detention Center. They come here from every socio economic structure imaginable. I remember when I started Blogging one of my Boss asked me what I Blogged about. I told him among many things, problematic Teens were one of my main interest. He visited my Website and browse some of the Articles. The next day he saw me he congratulated me on my insights. He told me that he had a Teenager at home that was heading down the wrong Road. This guy was the Director of Marketing for a Company that made over one Hundred Million that year. I am quite certain that he was properly compensated. His kid had no reason to be a Rebel without a Clue, yet he was. Two years later I am now working in the County Justice System and here was my ex Boss making an appearance with his Kid.
As I mentioned earlier, they come from all walks of Life many times it starts with dropping the Spoon, by you not laying early ground rules, setting Boundaries and limitations. You are not preparing them for Society. Society is a Tangled weave of Laws, you can get arrested for spitting on the Ground, so what of the other thousand of infractions. If they can’t or won’t abide by your Rules what makes you think that they will abide by the Laws of our Legal System. My Mother was a hard working Christian Woman, yet at fourteen I Dreamed of being a Thug. I was only fourteen when she found an ounce of high grade Marijuana in my Pocket while doing the Laundry.
She gave me the option of a Cot in a Juvenile Detention Center or changing the Road I was Traveling. That tough Love navigated the rest of my Life. With one Arrest and conviction I could not be Working in the Justice System. When my Mother was laying down the Laws, how was I supposed to know that she was looking out for my future. As a Parent by you not laying down laws and rules while you are still in control you are paving the way for future court appearances, and Jail time. Your Kid may be the smartest and most talented kid in the World, If you don’t teach them Humility and let them know that there are Boundaries and consequences in Life. Society will chew them up and spit them out in the Justice Systems. Look at O.J, look at Arron Hernandez, he made it to the top of his Game along the way his Parents never told him that he could not get away with Murder. A wise Man once wrote ” it is better to build Boys than to mend Men”
Here are excerpts from the Book Parenting Teens with Love and Logic.
Who’s in Charge Here?
For years, Ryan had appeared headed for a life of irresponsibility. He lived like a slob and had increasingly resisted his Parent’s badgering about his sloppy appearance, grungy clothes, messy room and that”infernal music” thudding through the walls. At thirteen Ryan simply”forgot” to do his chores. The older he grew, the more defiant he became. At seventeen, he started drinking even on school nights and experimenting with drugs, both of which were murder on his grades. He went out with girls running with the wrong Crowd, such as Desiree, telling his Dad, “she comes from a broken home and needs me as a counselor”, prompting his Dad to counter sarcastically, ” Just what kind of counseling techniques are you using”.
Ryan had long since blown off the hallowed family tradition of kissing his parents good-night. Now they were lucky if he just yelled through their master bedroom door, “I’am home. Allan responded to Ryan’s moral slide by losing his temper and yelling. Or “you have the social traits of a bum!” Sandy would mutter aloud, “I know this is a Kid I wouldn’t take off the shelf myself”. Ryan, of course, just sneered. He had his Parents emotionally eating out of his hand, and he knew it. They knew it too. But they felt helpless to reassert control. Then Alan and Sandy attended a seminar that introduced them to the Love and Logic parenting approach. They learned that parents should take care of themselves first, let their children own their own problems, and allow them to live with the consequences of their decisions.
P.S. It is better to take control as early as possible than waiting till they are heading for the Detention Center.
Teaching our kids to live, as in embracing life, is something just about all parents overlook. We teach them how to walk, talk, learn and make a living, however very few are taught to tap into their creativity, their spirituality and their spiritual being which is their soul. Ask any artistic people and they will tell you that along the way of being creative they stumbled upon their spirituality. Everyone knows that education is a fundamental tool. But very few are aware that being artistic can introduce you to the inner person that most people live a lifetime and never met. Religion is also a venue to spirituality, your soul. Like the Bible says, what good is a man if he Gains the World and lose his Soul. A lot of people have no soul to lose, they were never introduced to it, they never knew it existed.
Some of us are born perceptive, and enlightened others have to be led, being artistic sometimes leads us to our perspectives. When you know how to look inside, there is a whole world in there. What you find in there, everything from empathy to the gift of love, being able to possess love, accept and give it. Some infants needs no prodding or encouragement to walk, talk, swim and a do lot of things, they are natural born achievers, some need encouragement, most of us you have to lead us to the water. It’s the same with living. A Fish swims, that is what they do with infinity until they are caught or eaten by a bigger Fish. Man was not made to swim he is expected to take advantage of all that life offers, it is too short and unpredictable to swim your way through it, in a continuous motion of nothingness only to make money and survive. Personally I believe that we do ourselves a great disservice only using 10% of our Brain’s capacity, in that case it should not be too taxing to learn a skill and a craft unilaterally. For instance a carpenter who plays an instrument and write Poetry.
What magnetized me to this ideology is, in my hometown of Tampa we have a Lawyer who is also a Doctor. He is way out left field with the concept that I have in mind of being creative as well as having a skill. He has two skills, even though some Doctors are forced to be creative in their practices. A lot of us learned to play an instrument early in life, by the time we grow up it’s only a distant memory, because We never learned the importance of creativity in our lives and where it could lead us, or the nourishment it feeds our souls. Twenty seven years ago I started two Manuscripts that were never completed. They were started as an outlet when I was overwhelmed with stress, somewhat of a Diary. Well anyway you know where I am coming from with this way of thinking. If you don’t practice everyday you lose interest. What I am really saying is, if your parents didn’t instigate you to be creative and tapping into the inner you, you don’t follow the path.
You don’t have to be inspired to take it to a professional level. If you use creativity as a Hobby, it becomes therapeutic in our daily lives. For instance it creates a secret place for you to escape the drudgery of day to day living. It keeps you grounded and focused, it can even cradle your sanity. Oftentimes my Wife ask me what do I get out of spending so much time writing Blogs, you are not making any Money out of it said she. I have never taken the time to explain to anyone my true reasons for Writing Blogs. So here it is once and for all. Many years ago I worked in a Nursing Home, this was where I was introduced to my Mortality. I met high ranking Military Men who was ravaged with Dementia. They could not recount to me their Heroics of flying Fighter Jets delivering Bombs to the Enemies locations. I met a Concert Pianist who developed Dementia at the heights of their Career, a lifetime of Notes completely erased. Now all they do is sit and stare, barely sixty years old.
Why wouldn’t I chose to Live love and laugh to the top of my Lungs before I get to this point. Then there was the Italian Immigrant Woman who came to America with the Clothes on her Back. She started making Pizza in a two hundred square feet Kitchen. Her Ambition and Drive turned that Hole in the Wall start into a fifty Million Dollars Empire. Now here she is withering away in a Nursing Home, unable to tell her Story, ending a Flamboyant Life in a Fog of Dementia. I am telling my Stories in advance, so when I get to where they are, my Nurses can read them back to me and my fellow Residents when I can’t tell them for myself. At this very moment I am five miles offshore in the Gulf of Mexico writing this Blog thinking how Fragile Life is. Why should I not Live, love and Laugh right to the Bitter end, knowing that the inevitable is just that.
Back in the Days the Marshall Tucker band had a song called Can’t you see. One of the verses went “ gonna find me a hole in the wall and I’m gonna crawl in and Die”. Not me I’m gonna find the wide open Ocean and set Sail till I run out of Wind. When I left the Job in the Nursing Home, my favorite Resident Nell told me, moving to Florida you will forget us all. Well my Friend Nell this one goes out to the ones I left behind. I once heard a story of a woman dying in an apartment, the conditions similar to a homeless dwelling under a Bridge except her dwelling was in an expensive apartment building, in it was 47 million dollars and feces everywhere, not having that money in a Bank said she worshipped it, the poor thing had lost her soul and mind, Howard Hughes died in similar situations. Again with those words “ what good is a Man to gain the World and lose his Soul”.There you have it in a nutshell, no one had told them that there is more to life than making lots of Money, there is so much more to life.
Bullies are People with shortcomings and inadequacies, to be more precise they are People with Rough Edges. Usually they are unhappy and filled with envy.
There are many signs of rough edges, to say the least, the lack of Politeness, Humility and Grace shows the Granite in you. When a simple Debate brings out the Weapons, be they Words, Swords, Daggers or Pistols, you have crossed the line. Now we are dealing with Jagged Edges. The old adage Sticks and Stones is Fabricated. A thirteen years old Poet wrote, ” the mighty Arrow delivers a piercing blow, the Sword delivers a sharp blow but Words delivers the most Devastating of blows.
I can swear to that statement, I come from mixed Genes, my Grandmother was a Mulatto Woman, My Grandfather was Pure African. The Complexions of their children were staggered. At six years old I felt the devastation of piercing Words. One of my Aunts who was fair skinned chose to embed in my impressionable mind that I was the Inferiority of the Family Tree. She tagged me with the name Blackie. That was my first encounter with Bullying, until today I still can’t understand why a grown adult would torment a Child. However it happens everyday in Families. Inadequate Parents use harsh words to chastise their Children, piercing Words that diminish the Child’s self-esteem. How crude and inhumane when you get it from your own Family. Kids in School were a reflection of their Parents rough edges. By the time I turned fourteen as a result of harsh Words and Bullying I was an Accomplished Street Fighter with a Reputation. I had all the qualifications of being a Bully, I was bigger than most Kids my age and knew how to fight. Instead I chose to beat down Bullies.
When it came to our upkeep my Mother was near fanatic, our appearances were immaculate. At eleven years old we moved in a Neighborhood where the closest School was Parochial. Dressing for School each Day we looked like Military Men on Parade. The white shirts were pristine, the Khaki pants were creased and the shoes polished to sparkle. In that Neighborhood were three Brothers, the Higgings Boys. Those Boys older than we were made it their jobs to send us home dirty tattered and bruised each Day. Up to that point my Brother and I knew nothing about fighting, we had no choice but to learn. Three against two, we learned fast and excell quickly. To some degree I think that we asked for the confrontations by taking the shortcut through an open field each Day. That made us sitting Ducks for daily Ambushes. Anyway these three Bullies got the worst of it. We got tired of going home tattered and dirty so we decided to send them home battered and bruised instead. We developed fighting techniques Bruce Lee would be proud of. My all-time favorite was putting my Books in my Brother’s Backpack and loading mine with Rocks. The first of the Aggressors would go down hard when introduced to my Backpack and the other Cowards would run and leave their Brother whimpering.
Three years later I was now in Junior High, one Day the biggest Bully in the Shool and the entire Neighborhood picked on me for no other reasons than to humiliate and humble me. I was seconds from crying Uncle, he was two years older than I and more skilled. At the moment of begging for Mercy, a huge Stick presented itself, the color of Mercy had changed. Every Limb that had brutalized me were introduced to the Stick. The fight started in the back of the School, I escorted him off the School Property, beating him with the Stick the entire hundred yards to the front Gate. For all the Bullying that goes on these Days, I feel compelled to tell you that the Kids in that School will tell their Grandchildren of that Day. They all gathered behind me Cheering the entire way to the Front Gate. It appears that there were no Teachers or the Dean in School that Day, no one tried to break up the fight. By the time I got to High School my past had vanished, as if I shed my skin. No one knew of my fighting skills. I went to Taft High School in the Bronx, not the toughest Neighborhood in the Bronx. Nonetheless it had it’s Reputation, for this is where the Bronx Tale had Manifested. There were Fights everyday after School, Blacks against Whites, Gay Bashings and just plain Bullying. The first School Shooting occurred in the Basement of Taft.
When your Kids show signs of Bullying those are signs of rough edges, it is your Job to address it before they meet someone who will teach them Manners. It appears that my Tormentor came from a long line of Bullies his two older Brothers seventeen and eighteen were Executed by a Gang Firing Squad within a week of looking for me. Today Bullying is out of control, one Day my seven years old Niece and her next Door Neighbor made me blush with the words they called each other, in a war of Words. Bullying starts that early and goes all the way to Columbine. Nikalus Cruz was a Bully who got into many altercations and fights, ultimately his rough edges turned to jagged edges. To me it appears that the Boy could not handle his Parents miserably separation.
Most sensible People can tell when a Brushfire threatens to burn out of control. His Parents did not see, the Community did not see, his Classmates did not see and neither did the School. One Day the Brushfire became a Forest Fire, on that Day he went to School and Killed seventeen of his Classmates, then went to McDonald’s and bought himself a Meal. Did I mention Jagged Edges, today the World is consumed with Jagged Edges. In my old Hometown of Wilkes Barre Pennsylvania a Child Molester exposed, decided to kill his Victim and half the Block. Today he lives comfortably in a Prison for the Criminally Insane, his Drugs provided with my Tax Dollars make me Insane. Let me be redundant, Jagged Edges is the byproduct of Rough Edges.
Twenty miles from Wilkes Barre in a Road Rage incident a young Woman going to College cuts off another Driver to make her exit is shot in the Head by a seemingly intelligent young Man with Jagged Edges, and easy accessibility to Guns. Rough Edges is the Norm in today’s Society, you have Parents with rough edges, Teachers, Lawyers, Doctors, Priests and worse of all Politicians with Nuclear accessibility. As I have said over and again Parenting is the hardest job in the World. If you weren’t raised up properly how are you going to smooth out your Children’s Rough Edges. That’s why I believe that as soon as you find out that you are going to become a Parent, you should run out and buy a copy of Parenting With Love and Logic. I am not commissioned to promote this Book but many of my Blogs about Parenting is inspired by it. I could write Volume on the Subject of Rough Edges, at this point of this Blog I believe that I have made my point. Tolstoy I will never be, I believe that a Blog should have the same effect of a Book on one single Page. In conclusion, Rough Edges should be smoothed out before they become Jagged Edges.
P.S. Thank God my Mother Smoothed out my Rough Edges before they became Jagged.