Life, Parenting And Relationships

Bullying

 

Rough Edges

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.

Nicolas Cruz
Killed 17 fellow Students

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.

 

 

 

 

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Feathers

 

 



My main Objective when I started Blogging was to write Blogs about safe Driving. It wasn’t long before I realized that there is just so much you could say about People’s poor Driving Habits before it becomes old News. I have always admired a good Fiction, then it darned on me that I could fill in the Void with Fiction Blogs. I have always admired Birds and Envied them for their Freedom. They have always been attracted to my calmness and serenity and have allowed me to me to get very close to them when I am Photographing them. Like the time when several hundred Cardinals surrounded me and I panicked and chased them away, blowing the greatest Photo Shoot of my Life. This is my very first Fictional Blog about Birds, written three years ago. The Human Characters were made Fictional to protect their identity.

 

 



He was a majestic Sea Bird, a natural born Fisherman and Hunter. Why his Mother choose to hatch her eggs in the Branches of a Palm Tree far inland behooves me. Nonetheless this is where Feathers was born, like any other Suckling in early development they are dependent on the nourishment Mother provides. So much to the point of dependency, when his time came to leave the Roost and test his graceful Wings. Feathers had developed Inertia /entitlement, an attitude that if ma was going to do all this hunting and Fishing for me, why should I even bother to learn how to fly, fish and hunt for myself, if she enjoys pampering me, so be it.

 

 



Feathers had developed a privileged character mentality, he choose not to be a go getter not realizing that what Mother was doing was preparing him for his first Flight and his first Hunt. That is what Mothers do they prep their Kids to do for themselves the things in life they need to survive . He was defiant about leaving the Roost, he didn’t realize that Mother wasn’t always going to be there for him, and the responsibility of fending for himself, and taking his life to the next level was his Job. A lot of people posses the same trait as Feathers, and are defiant about accepting responsibilities. Even the responsibility of fending for themselves, taking on challenges and moving out of the comfort zone.

 

 



I once knew a Man who held a Degree in Graphic Arts, when he graduated the job market was overwhelmed with an overabundance of Graphic Artists. After a year or more of pounding the Pavement and filing applications, he threw the Towel in and decided that he would never land a position in his chosen field. He choose to settle for mediocrity, he took many menial jobs so he could eat. He became a Parent along the way, now he was locked in, his dream of seeing his skills come into fruition was now buried in complacency. This Guy had no Tenacity, no continuity or Drive, he was willing to throw away years of learning and dreams to drive a Taxi. All because he had developed a Defeatist Mentality early in Life.  I guess he had never heard the story about the three Miners, who spent their lives mining for Gold, one day they unanimously decided that they were never going to find Gold. They agreed that they were wasting their time.

 

 



They sold their Claims, sold their Tools and took jobs as Farm hands. The new owners took possession of the Mine, hammered at the Rocks for three hours  and found one of the richest Vein within three feet of where the original owners decided to quit. Moral, never give up on your Dreams, never develop a Feathers Mentality of complacency.  All through my Life I have met many defeated people who showed me that being a Defeatist was to clip your own Wings. When I worked on Wall Street I met a Gifted young Man working as a Clerk, Tom and I became friends he was Opinionated as myself, during our many talks we discussed many things including why he was working as a Clerk and not in his chosen Profession as an Artist with the Talent he possessed. He related to me that years ago he developed a Cartoon, submitted it to a Famous Actor who pirated his creation and made it World famous, leaving him in the cold. A lot of his work are featured in many of my  Blogs, I will let you be the Judge, did he clipped his own Wings or did the Crooked Actor.

 

 





Getting back to poor  Feathers who refused to stand on his own two feet, better yet fly with his own two wings. Personally I could not wait to fly, I started working at fifteen worked straight through HS I can’t explain the immense feeling of self gratification, a fifteen year old bringing money home to supplement a single Mom’s income and dressing better than my Teachers . One stormy day Feathers Mom went out fishing in the Gulf of Mexico, the weather took a turn for the worse, visibility was poor she got lost and never found her way back to the Palm Tree they called Home. Feathers was now in a bind sink or swim, better yet fly or die. He chose neither. He dropped himself down from the Tree in a lush Hedge to feather his falling, beneath the Hedges were a colony of small Lizards, that was easy pickings for him, and that was where he spent the rest of the his life. Instead of feasting on salmon and the likes, he chose easy pickings.



Moral, you can make Chicken Salad out of your Life, or Chicken Shit, The choice is yours.

 

 

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Buddy

Buddy

They are Better off!

That’s the reasoning of one Evil deranged mother who killed her Children gave to the Cops. A couple of days ago in my Hometown a Man who was going through a bitter Divorce, was convicted of Murder. I believe that Evidence was presented in Court that he said that if he can’t have his five years old Daughter then no one  can have her, just before throwing her off a Bridge to her Death. A year earlier a Mother in Largo going through a bitter breakup slammed her two years old son Jordan against the wall, knocking him out, stuffed his lifeless Body in a Black plastic Bag and dumped his Body in the Park next Door. The list goes on and on people going through the Meat grinder known as life, choosing to exact revenge by killing the Child of someone who is putting them through the hoops of fire. With the intention of dodging Justice they sit in a Courtroom through the entire Proceedings with a stupid distance Glare trying Bullshit the jurors that they are insane or were, the moment they comitted the Ghastly act of extinguishing their child’s life. All in the name of punishing the one who dumped them.

Is the Human Mind so frail that the first Pothole they encounter on the Road called Life causes them to flip. Or are the evil Minions that is within so powerful that all their power to reason and ability to make sound Judgements are no match and render rationality helplessly. If that is the case the greatest number of Prents have failed us, by not instilling in their Children that Life is not a Bed of Roses. Adversity is as much a part of Life as Happiness and Joy. Not instilling in your Children that they can’t always get what they want and that things aren’t always going to go your way is shortchanging their Development process. The Human Mind is a Tangled Ball of Spaghetti, if you don’t start unraveling that Ball as early as one year old the rest of your parenting job is one long uphill battle.

When my youngest child was one year old sitting in his Highchair having a fit by tossing his spoon on the Floor, I would remove him from the Chair and place him next to his spoon for him to retrieve his own spoon. After fifteen times of you picking up that spoon you are in his control. If you let them know early in Life that things aren’t always going to go their way they are winners so are you by eliminating future Tantrums and personality upheavals. It behooves me the amount of time we spend in training our Pets yet we allow our Children to Rough Ride us all the way from infancy to Teenagers. When they are successful in manipulating you they grow up fearless of Society and it’s Laws. That’s why they sit in the Courtroom with that empty Glare trying to Manipulate the Jurors trying to avoid punishment for throwing their own five years old child from a Bridge, onto that hard Concrete Pavement Below.

I am quite sure that his Parents thought they were great parents when he was growing up throwing all kinds of Tantrums when things didn’t go his way. They Loved him too much to have realized that Tantrums are early warning signs of abnormal behavior. Can you imagine the Rage  that engulfed him when he uttered those words if I can’t have her, no one will. He was evaluated by a Psychiatrist before Trial and one week before final Summation. Yet he sat there with that stupid Glare, hoping to Manipulate the Jurors the way he manipulated his Parents all his Life. Allowing your children to Manipulate you and wrapping you around their finger is weak Parenting. I am not advocating punishment, I am telling you that communication is the greatest patenting tool.

By you communicating with your Children and teaching them the Art of communication you are laying the Foundation of how they deal with adversity the rest of their Lives. Instead of flying off the deep end and acting irrationally they can talk things out and accept the things they can’t control or change, as in a breakup or Divorce. As Spock would say Communication teaches them to be Logical People. In many of my earlier Blogs I have stated that Society and Psychologist were unjust in blaming the Parents for everything a bad seed grow up and commits. Lately I am having second thoughts. Cultivating World Class Citizens is nothing short of being Gifted.

I remember when I was growing up, when I acted up and out my Mother would ask me were you Raised Up or Dragged Up. There is the difference. Which brings to mind ” as a Twig is Bent so shall it grow”. As a Teenager I was totally out of control, I was Hell Bent for no apparent reason. My Mother was not a Totalitarian, but she had Boundaries that I dared not cross without consequences. When I was fourteen She knew I operated on the fringes of the Law, She indoctrinated me about Crime and Punishment and the Juvenile Justice System. When my indiscretions mounted, like when I was still fourteen, She found an ounce of Marijuana in my Pocket. Her Paraphrasing was taunting, she said to me, I bet you think that you can get away with Murder.

By the time I got to be seventeen I knew that I didn’t want to spend one Day inside. She had turned my Life around before my eighteenth Birthday when all my childish indiscretions would be viewed as Adult Felonies. Today I work in a County Justice System where all the above mentioned Filicides sits in one of our Courtrooms with that that distance Glare. Here I realize the power of a Parent to change the Course of their Children’s Destiny, by being a Parent and not a Buddy. The Seminole killer was recorded complaining to his Parents how tough it was in there, while he is awaiting Trial for four Murders. His Dad’s reply don’t worry Son we got your back, we will get you out. After years of failure as Parents, they still continue on the same Path of not telling him about consequences. And that is my final Summation of all I have just mentioned. Being a Buddy to your Children is Copping out of your Responsibility of being a Parent, which lets them to believe that they can get away with Murder.

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Cats In The Cradle


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You are Born into this World to one who carries the Title of Mother, with the definition of loving, adept in caring and the most ferocious protector. A True Mother possess the utmost ability For nuturing, the best of Dads only comes close. For eleven years she never gave you any indication that your perception of her was misconceived. Then one Day she developed a bad case of the Breeze, and like a gust of wind she is gone. I have stated before abandoning your children is an awful trait that many Men possess. When Women do It that’s a whole different Animal. Mothers have a great propensity for caring and nurturing. So when a Woman abandons two young Daughters she is not a Mother, only a Baby maker. It was nothing you did or didn’t do.

Dad was the most loving and caring Man, he was a great provider. Again it was nothing he did or didn’t do. Mom wasn’t a true Mother, a true Mother does not fly away and leave two Daughters for a Man who doesn’t care about her Children. This is a true story told to me by a Coworker. When he learned that I wrote Blogs, he asked me what do I write about, I told him Parenting and Relationships. He said Tony do I have a Blog for you. At first we decided to call the Blog The Librarian, due to the fact that after ten lonely years of caring for his Daughters, always looking for someone who cared for them also and not just him.

One day he met a Woman who was a Librarian and Married her. Someone to help him  finish the Job of raising two Daughters after their Mother abandoned the Family for a younger more attractive and sexier Man, someone to satisfy her raging Harmones. I guess that was a good enough reason to run off and leave two young Daughters for a Man to raise and teach them the things only a Mother can. His Story broke my Heart. I decided to name the Blog Stand Up Dad. Because for ten years that is exactly what he did for two Rebellious little Brats, they treated him as if it was his fault why their no good horny Mother ran off and left them to raise themselves, if not for the dedication of a loving Father.

Did I mention that People Bites. A lot of Men in their prime would have dropped them off at a Relative’s House and never looked back. Not my friend he was a stand up Guy who embraced his Responsibilities. The bad part was that he went above and beyond what a good Dad is supposed to be. He put them both through College, making their lives easier he bought them a Condo so they didn’t have to live in a Dorm. Talking about Low Life people these two Girls Graduated College, neither of them possessed not one Gram of ambition. Unilaterally they decided to move back Home and live off the Old Man, instead of putting their Education to good use and Forge their own way in Life. You can take some People to River’s Edge, making them drink is another Story.

You live as long as I have lived and you think you’ve heard it all. Sometimes I think that telling the Stories of the People I have known is my only motivation for Writing. He told me that these two Minions did their best to break up his Marriage. They didn’t want that Woman in what they considered their House. There is no doubt in my Mind that if he was in a Debilitating condition and needed their help, they would not be living there. These were not loving caring People, they were selfish, greedy and malicious. They wanted her out of the Will. John Legend puts it Best, who do we think we are. It absolutely Gauls me, When miserable little people who think nothing of ruining other People’s Lives, when theirs is in a Portable Toilet. They resented the Woman who tried to fill the void their Mother created in their lives, it’s like they had an Ax to grind for every Parent Figure. They disrespected their Father and his Wife, yet they didn’t have the mind of a Flea to know that after you have sucked the last drop of Blood it’s time to move on.

The confrontations even got to the point where he had the Cops removed them from his Home. Yet the soft Hearted slob allowed them to return to continue spreading misery and the bitterness that was  inside of them. Makes you wonder how do we come by Our Genetic composition. They were 100% their Mother’s offspring, they were Cold Hearted People, just like the one who abandoned them. There was nothing in them that resembled their Father, a loving caring Man.  I have spent a Lifetime trying to figure out what makes people Tick, what drives them to be inhumane to the ones who loved them. I don’t wish evil on good People. For these two blowing their Fertile years waiting for the Old Man’s Money. I see two Krones looking out the Mansion’s Window, realizing that they went too far. Oftentimes I wonder how do they Reconcile with their God, or do they Acknowledge Him. So in this late stage in Life I have come to the conclusion that we are all born with our own Minions. How we deal with them and whether we let them Dictate our Lives Define who we are, Divine Creatures or Children of the Corn.

P.S. in the end he lost his Job because the situation at Home consumed his every Thought, he was unable to function at work.

P.P.S. If Thy right Hand offends Thee cut it off.

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Dogs

For thirty seven years every time a sex scandal breaks, all I ever heard from my Wife is Men are dogs. Even though I know she wasn’t referring to me. One thing she always said to me is that I was going to Hell for holding a grudge. Many a Days when she made me mad, I would crawl in bed, turn my Back to her and snored like a Bear, even if she was in her Birthday Suit and smelling like a Flower. That is what a real Man do, he does not put his Pride in his back Pocket, he does not abandon his conviction,  compromise his Ideals, sell his Soul, throw away everything, lose his Mind or his Career for a little Piece. And there you have it, the motivation for this Blog.

My first experience to Men who would throw it all away for a moment pleasure came when I was fourteen. Someone of great trust a pillar of the Community, a Teacher, tried to Rape me across the Street from a Police Precinct. If I had screamed the Cops would heard me loud and clear hollering Rape. The poor Dumb Rapist did not do his Homework, otherwise he would have known that I had a reputation of kicking Asses of people much older than I was. All for a piece of Ass he carried my souvenir for the rest of his Life, a Glass Eye. I Nailed him so hard in his Eye it almost fell out of the Socket and hit the Floor. I am pretty sure the Cops heard him screaming like a little Girl. That’s what you get when you stretch your Loins instead of your Mind.

Not long after that I kept hearing Rumors of Altar Boys being Molested and Raped by Priests I was still fourteen. I thought to myself maybe I needed to get a Gun to protect myself from the People who were supposed to Protect me. Three months away from fifteen I became friends with a twelve years old Catholic School Attendee, that Boy had access to more Marijuana than many Dealers, his Brother was one. Many days after School when we should be Home doing our Homework, we sat in the Schoolyard smoking some of the most Potent Strains , exchanging Stories of Molestation that went all the way up to the Bishop. No wonder that at twelve and fourteen our Heads were all screwed up smoking Marijuana trying to make sense of the Madness.

We were both deep into Music Jethro Thul’s Aqualong was one of our favorite, our favorite verse, eyeing little Girls in baggy Pants. Need I say more, we were being corrupted by Our Society. A few years later two Brothers the Timmins Brothers both sixteen years old were Arrested for a string of Rapes, probably twelve. All perpetrated on Seniors, Women old enough to be their Great Grandmothers. The World that we were coming into was unraveling in front of our Eyes. Sex was now more important than Morality and everything else. Sodom and Gomorrah had resurged. And still have not gone away. Over the years stories of Infants, Adolescents, Teenagers and grown Women being Molested an Raped has made it to Epidemic status.

Which takes me back thirty seven years when I first heard my Wife saying that men are Dogs. At this point in my Life I beg to disagree, they are Primates- Cro-magnon, still wearing Loincloth hunched over. When your primitive Sex drive outweighs all, including your freedom, your Career and your Dignity calling you a Dog is an insult to Man’s Best Friend. Which makes me ask the question is Testosterone the Driving force of Life? It has been speculated that Cain killed his Brother over a Woman, Countries gone to War, Kings Abdicating their Thrones, Rich Men giving up Fortunes, over a Woman. My English Literature Teacher’s words resonates in my Head ” what is the Author not saying” it’s not a Woman it’s the Itch.

Failure to control the Itch has made Monkeys out of many Great Men. Judges, Doctors, Presidents, Bishops, Clergymen, CEOs, Teachers, Actors, Comedians, Television Personalities, Fathers and young Boys. Many are sitting in Prisons because they acted like Dogs in Heat. They lost their freedom and everything all because they never heard of a cold Shower, now they are showering with big Burly Men who take what they want, even if you are only eighteen and a Virgin. Two years ago in Tampa, a young man of seventeen was Arrested and Convicted of two Rapes. He raped his first victim when he was sixteen, the victim was sixty. Barely seventeen he attacked his second victim, she was seventeen and College Bound with great aspirations.

He gave her such a severe beating she is now in a Vegetative state unable to speak or eat. May God help us all for what we’ve become, Chimpanzees in Heat. My Wife is an Avid Reader, she finds Stories that doesn’t make Mainstream Media. The other day she informed me that one of my favorite Personalities was Raped by her Dad a Minister. She was in her early Teens when her own Father Impregnated her. Again we are back in the Caves, your Granddaughter is your Daughter, Deliverance all over again. Since we are nothing but Barbarians at least one Custom should still be in our Penal Code, Castration.

Although I have written in many Blogs that you can’t always blame Society and the Parents for all your mal-adjustments. At this late stage in Life I am developing inward conflicts of those Beliefs. The Media sells Sex as if it was more important than Food, Kids barely sixteen becoming Parents, not mature enough to guide themselves, what can you expect from their Offsprings. For instance when I was thirteen a fifteen years old Nymphomaniac lined up four other Boys and myself and introduced us to Sex. I am beginning to convince myself that it is a Parenting issue. Although The Media doesn’t help being Manipulative and Suggestive. When I was younger I used to think that the Moral Majority was Intrusive and Overbearing, all that has changed with the aforementioned. Without Morality we are back in the Caves Naked and without a Candle.