America, Life

The Heartbeat Of America

That was just a Dream

This weekend I was fortunate to have spent three days of my Vacation in Monks Corner. Nestled in central South Carolina is this little Town with more Dirt Roads than these Feet have ever trodden. The People as down to Earth as the many Dirt Roads. The Town has come a long way from the years of 1940, the People have evolved beyond their Parents wildest imagination. In this town you can find Palital Homes accessible only by Dirt Roads. The Government have built Roads in places that an American Car will never be Driven, and now a Wall to keep out the people from picking the Fruit Trees, helping Farmers to make a profit. This Country was built on free Labor, so it can only prosper from Cheap Labor. Yet the people who were Born here waits on the bottom rung of the Ladder to drive on Roads found on Long Island and Suburbs in Washington,  all I want to know is where does the Tax Dollars go. That doesn’t stop the Natives of Monks Corner from striving. I call them Natives because most of them who were Born there choose to stay there and build the Town where their Predecessors would be elated with Pride, its Children have grown up and brought their Town up with them. I was re- introduced to my In-laws, all of them upstanding members of the Community, They Love Jesus and America too, many of them successful Professionals.To mention a few, one a retired Telephone Lineman who is also an entrepreneur who gave up an opportunity to play in the NFL to be with his Ailing Mother. Did I mention Salt of the Earth, his Nephew a retired Captain from the US Army who is also a skilled Craftsman.

Some of us have suffered abuse neglect and poverty, yet we rise above meritocracy and not transferring our pain to others. As the saying goes if it doesn’t kill you( the abuse) it will make you stronger. The Children of Monks Corner grew strong, some going as far back as their Native American and African Heritage. As Children they did more than their Chores and never neglected their Education. They knew that if they wanted more out of Life than their Parents afforded them that they had to work for it, and so did they. Life was hard but these  people had Tenacity. They overcame Racial discord and Discrimination by dealing with the situation by doing exactly what my Mother told me ( be the best at whatever you choose to be, if it is a Dishwasher be the best, if it’s the President of a Corporation be the Best. They may never accept You but they will Respect you for the Job you do.

The People of Monks Corner should be proud of their Journey, I consider it an Epic one. Along the way I have met a lot of people, years ago I met a Man in Texas, he was worth five hundred million. When the Heirs to his fortune graduated College, instead of giving them Offices next to him, he gave them Jobs working on Highways laying Blacktop in 113 degrees heat. I asked why he did that, he told me to teach them the value of a Dollar. The People of Monks Corner knows the value of a Dollar Working Farms early in the Morning then  going to School made their characters tireless. One of my In-laws a Master Craftsman  built his Home a mini Mansion from the Ground up two Stories. Like the Whiz K said whatever it is that is your Job, make sure that you do it, Work Hard Play Hard, that’s my Motto. I have always been a hard worker,  that’s why I Respect like minded people as myself, all my In-laws are hard workers.

From my Observation it appears to be the norm in this Town. The Town’s History is Rich, from Cotton Plantation to the Civil War, these are the decendants of America’s evolvement of Native Americans and African American. I have met Africans, they have their ways. The Children of Monks Corner are Americans who have reached out and grasp whatever benefits the System offers such as Education and Entrepreneurship. This was an absolute Culture Shock for me, living in Pennsylvania and New York all my Life. Coming to a place where my People owns their piece of the Rock, no matter how small is an Accomplishment. Furthermore their Town is not a Shanty Town, many of the Homes if they were in my Hometown of Tampa, on the Waterfront would easily fetch one Million. The inhabitants have come far, yet they stayed Grounded and Faithful. This was a Heartwarming experience for me to see the People as George would say have Overcome, and move on up to what their Parents could only have Envisioned.

The town of Moncks Corner, named for landowner Thomas Monck, dates back to 1728. It began as a trading post with a few taverns and stores. The Battle of Monck’s Corner was fought here in 1780, associated with the Siege of Charleston. The Town is Rich with history going back to its French Settlers running from oppression dating to the seventeenth Hundreds. This is my wife’s place of Birth all her Brothers an Cousins live here they are all professionals who choose to stay here when they finished School and build their Town. Many people who were born in a Rural settings like this, when they finish School they migrate to big Cities like New York where they have to adopt a new culture and sometimes losing theirs. The rest of the world should take a lesson from the Children of Monks Corner , instead of trying to jump Trump’s Wall they should put all their efforts in building the place  where they live and launch one revolution after another till the Tyrants run for Asylum to America. Many of us suffered the indignity of being unfortunate and depriviation.

My Mother was a hardworking Woman, been that way since Childhood, helping raising her siblings. When she was sick and in and out of Hospitals, we were unfortunates, no one threw a crust of Bread or such. Ambition is a powerful emotional Tool, always wanting, never staying down. Like the man  said ” so much trouble in the World, no one feels your pain. Me I going to shine till my Heart stops. That’s why when I see a Town’s People standing in the place where they Live it warms my Heart, like John Lennon said Imagine all the People living as one. So there you have it, that’s how  I spent my Vacation, learning about the Heartbeat of 🇺🇸. This is what makes America great people making it work, People building it up instead of tearing it down. They chose to light a Candle instead of cursing the Darkness of all its faults.

Post. Script.

The Lord Helps those who Helps Themselves.

Life

Guns Don’t Kill- Or do they?

Guns Don’t kill- Or Do they?

 


I had promised myself that this would be the only Blog written by me on the Subject of Gun Control. In Light of Activities in the past Months and Year, I decided to make some changes and reblog this Post.

Among the most intelligent and the most rational of us mental illness crops up from nowhere, without a warning. It doesn’t even take mental illness to tip some of us off, sometimes a bad day Will do it. With some people a bad attitude is all it takes to send them off in a murderous rampage. With a gun handily available rationality is out the window. Let’s look at crimes of passion and vengeance, these people aren’t thinking about punishment, all they know is something needs to be done and they have a gun. After the carnage back to reality they realize that without having a gun readily available their loved ones or enemies would still be alive. With all the stark reality gun lobbyists never stop pushing the idea of a gun in each household. Everyone does not possess the Level Headedness or Temperance to own a Gun.



The President say that the victims have the support of the Nation. Does he means that we are going to push for strict gun control laws, does he means that we are going to get automatic weapons off the street and out of the hands of every Nut with an ax to grind. The enthusiast waves the second  Amendment . After each disaster as the Pulse Nightclub in Orlando the question is asked, how can this be prevented in the  future.  Getting every automatic weapons off the Street would be a start , only law-enforcement agencies should have them .





When I worked with Mark Harshberger he bragged to me that he owned over one hundred guns, he was an avid activist of the second amendment. One day at work a minor confrontation developed between us, to my surprise he offered me six bullets from his forty five that he carried daily. It was at that point I realized that Guns don’t kill, only Crazy People who are allowed to have them.







Keeping in mind that the most rational of us gets his pride hurt, out the holster comes the gun as it did in a movie theater in Tampa where a retired police officer involved in an altercation with another patron pulled his gun, shot and killed him in front of his infant child, his wife and scores of other horrified patrons. This one incident left scars on my brain, knowing that cops are trained in the use of firearms and the burdens of frivolously and callously discharging them. If a Cop can pull his gun and fire in a movie theater, where does it leaves the average Nut with a gun. God help us all. The history of people going off the deep end in this country, taking a high vantage point on a building and creating carnage is in huge volume. Look at the Las Vegas shooter, no one knows what set him off and may never know. Regardless look at the arsenal he brought with him, enough to start a war. Forget disarmament, it would cause civil war. All I am concerned with is availability.







The gun manufacturers have to make their profits, only a revolution can bring blind profit and warmongers who have to sell their products or close shop. Never happen, too much money. They don’t care if their products are handed out on a street corner, pretty much the same when junior a family friend, coming home on furlough after Boot Camp. Traveled through Texas, got possession of a shotgun within a one hour stopover, brings it home, shoots off three fingers that I picked up and put on ice and take to the ambulance who left them behind. Now he was damaged goods, the U.S. Army prosecutes him and put him in jail, how about the person who sold him the Gun, eighteen years old. I have seen the damage .







When I was fourteen across the street from my house, A Detective came for a neighbor of mine, dead or alive, the man choose death charging the officer with a machete. The officer aimed to save the man by taking a lower shot to the groin, slow death waiting for the ambulance. Still fourteen going to the funeral of two brothers who were gunning for me for beating their baby brother badly and embarrassed him. The brothers both caught sixteen bullets each at a party that I had planned to visit ,their faces were dimpled with bullet holes. That’s how bad men end in gang warfare, I was intrigued by Gang Life at fourteen going to that Funeral changed the rest of my Life. Don’t tell me that Guns don’t kill. At fourteen I made the decision, never to own a gun, one reason is if you kicked my ass and I know where you live, I would go home get my gun and shoot you. Everyone shouldn’t have a gun, I was true to myself. Those inalienable rights were given to the settlers to protect themselves from the Red Coats  the natives and ourselves. So put that in your Tea Cup and sip that. I have mentioned Mark Harshbarger in other Blogs. When I worked with Mark on Construction Sites, many Days he had either a Rifle or a Forty Five in his Truck.

 

 

 Sometimes the Truck was Locked sometimes not. Of all the places to have a Gun, this is not the Place. Construction Workers are Dimwits, I worked in the Industry for many Years. Fighting is not irregular, Mark was an Avid Hunter and Fisherman, he was skilled with Firearms. He once told me that He always bragged of his  one Hundred Guns. He was also a Lifelong Member of N.R.A.  On the last of many Hunting Trips  to Canada with his Wife Marybeth, he was shot and killed by her. Mark have Bragged to me of Marybeth’s shooting skills, hitting Bullseye at over fifteen hundred yards. At the time of Mark’s Death his Life Insurance was close to a Million. It is said that she was having an Affair with his Brother. Her Defense, she thought she was shooting at a Bear, less than fifty yards in the Twilight Dusk. she shot and killed him claiming that it was an accident. Yet people like Mark argues that we want to take away their rights to bear arms, he died with his convictions. It behooves me how these activists think, all we are asking is stronger restrictions to the availability of automatic weapons and the ease of ownership overall.
when things happen, I would wonder how and why. Not in Mark’s Case, you Live by the Gun, you die by the Gun. That is all I have to say on the subject, Mark’s inalienable rights to Live was taken away by one of his one Hundred Guns.

 

Life, Parenting And Relationships

Taking Responsibility

Taking Responsibility

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.

One of my Neighbors killed himself and his two young Sons, his Wife has permanent Scars
The Driver of this Maserati killed himself and his two young Sons, his Wife severely injured. He was Drunk, Talking about Responsibility.

 

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.

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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.”

Click for more from Fox13News.com.

Fox News’ Kira Grant contributed to this report.

Fox News’ Kira Grant contributed to this report.

Life

Lessons Learned in Life50 Timeless Pieces Of Advice About Love & Relationships. – Lessons Learned in Life

https://lessonslearnedinlife.com/50-timeless-pieces-advice-love-relationships-2/

 

 

Excerpts  from one of my old Blog

While working one Summer for Her Dad in his Hardware Business. That’s where I met Cindy. On her sixteenth Birthday she was given a New Cadillac. Twenty she Married a Millionaire, he was a Gambler, when he lost he would beat Her where the Children Listened. The Blog is called Root of Evil. I should have called the Blog ” you’ve got to know when to hold Em.