Saturday, September 17, 2005

Friday, September 16, 2005

What do we do about kids being teased?

Omni asks this question, is there any good advice that a parent can give a child that will end school yard bullying.

Being the brunt of bullying in my child hood and having asked for some advice from my mom (believe or not) She gave me some advice that worked.

One, get strong and tough and learn how to fight.

Two, don't take any crap from the bullies.

Three, get in the first lick and make it a good one.

Four, then proceed to beat them so bad that they don't walk but run away from you.

Five, be so nice that the bullies get confused and then don't know what to do.

Six, preach the gospel of Jesus from this position of strength (that will definitely confuse them).

Seven, always deny that you want to fight them but leave them them suspecting secretly that you would like to stain the floors with their blood.

Eight, When an appropriate moment arrives do something that makes them think that you are totally whacked and unpredictable which scares the hell out of a manipulative and controlling bully.

Actually...............My moms advice was to laugh with them and I learned to make jokes about myself so the dudes wouldn't have to. But I did all the rest of those things. I was nice but ready to drop anyone in a second. Also I fought the toughest kid in the class, more than held my own and even had the second toughest guy tell me I would have won if I would have kept on fighting. I wonder if he knew he just told me I was really the toughest kid in the class. All I needed to show him was that if it was really serious I would kick his a--. I just kept being nice.

I didn't initially have those strengths or traits but I developed them with hard work and a goal of earning some quiet respect.

. It also helps that I have world class reflexes.

I gave some of this advice to my son and taught him to fight. He never lost. But was well liked by most of the class. I am proud of him. I did tell him by the age of 17 that it was time to learn to talk his way out, but by then it ended up being more like, " If you hit my sister again I am gonna shove my size 12 foot up your a-- so far you will be chewing rubber for a week". Good enough.........the young tough got the message.

Besides by then he was benching over 300 and squatting about 550.

His most recent escapade came about in some freeway rage in which the boy came to the rescue of a friend of his by taking on a guy that was a bit bigger. When he got to the reception he was "all smiles", says my daughter. I wonder who won? Well to hear my son talk about it he got the dudes shirt over his head(like in hockey)and thumped him around enough so he could get back in the car and scoot. I guess gettin bagged was enough for the guy cause he didn't give chase.

I am soooo proud.

I taught my daughter a few moves too, like how to make a fist, and to hit straight. Well a girl decided to pick one with her one night and wouldn't let up(I guess thinking she was going to get into a cat fight). Neeeeey says papa. I taught her well. When the crazy bopper grabbed my babies hair it went from cat to street. My youngest proceeded to pummel the offender of hair roots about the face and body and then returned the yankin favor by grabbing the other girls hair one hand on each side of the head for leverage and using the stringy hand holds to pull the girls head into a harsh meeting with my daughters right knee several times until the crowd pulled them apart. That's my girl. I understand no amount of makeup covered miss kitties bruised up face.

I am just overflowing with glee. I raised them right.

Be nice but be ready to waste em at a drop.

Same thing I taught my brother Al. Be so nice that the bullies are not in the right and be so ready that it isn't mad (mutually assured destruction)it is just plain mad.

I think if you ever met any of those three you would be very impressed at how nice and sweet they are, but you mess with them and they will rip you apart and feel no sorrow over it.

And I will be tickled all over.

I suppose that people would argue that in today's street smart world where it is dangerous that this is not relevent advice any more, but there are a few things that I understand about the street that they haven't thought of. That is that the street still likes nice; it tries to take advantage of nice, but it still likes nice, and the street still understands being in the right. The combination makes for respect. The strength and martial knowledge is just for the truly idiotic fools to unwise to make it in the wild and probably need to sniffle blood through a broke nose while trying to figure out how come when they talk it comes out like "mff mff nssh mfl" because their broken jaw suddenly isn't working any more.

By the way if this is a Darwinian world, that would make this survival of the fittest advice. Are you people sure you want to go down that path?

Thursday, September 15, 2005

The pledge of allegiance

I have never made a direct prophecy in my web site mainly because I have never been led to do so. That is about to change.

Another federal court decision in California;which of course will opposed all the way to the Supreme Court, to ban the citing of the pledge in schools because it mentions God.

Does this nations leaders not get it yet or what? How about another natural calamity of massive and unprecedented size? Shall I put a dollar figure on it?. Would that impress it upon everyone the absolute necessity of not removing God from our everyday public lives? How about in human toll? Would one even larger and more horrific than Katrina do?

You know we are very good at rescuing people. Would we be able to rescue them this time or would we be forced to stand by the wayside and watch helplessly as people screamed for help?

I am getting ashes in my eyes. Why?


Who wrote the presidents speach?

"A cruel and wasteful storm"!!??

Hundreds of thousands of people are homeless by a cruel and destructive storm. Fate.

A desperate fate in which I am encouraged by the vigor in which normal Americans have risen up to the care and aid of our fellow citizens in New Orleans. Fate.

Mickey's eulogy

For two years now we have been taking care of a little chihuahua named Mickey that we took in when he was 17.

Little Mickey used to live with an old man as his companion until the man passed away leaving Mick to his son. Because Mickey was blind and had some other medical concerns the son who was no spring chicken himself decided he could not take care of him and decided to send him to the pound. A young lady there who also worked at a dog sitter took some pitty on the old dog and brought him to Touch of Home Pet Resort. They kept him up front right along with our pet Jasmine a 110 pound German Shepard/hound mix. Well as it could be had little Mickey started following Jas around and sleeping next to her and of course my wife Karen thought it was cute. My wife brought him home where for the first year he proved to be a fun loving pesky little you know what, but he fit right in. He was a stinky, loud yappin, toe nippin, scrap eatin, Jasmine pesterin, loyal friend.

Over the last year of course as health failing, more and more we realized he didn't have much time left until finally Karen knew that we couldn't bear to watch him any more and made a visit to the vet.

Mickey was 19.

We buried Mick next to another neighbors dog in his back yard in a hand made coffin.

And with this verse I commemorate Mickeys life.

Isa 65:25 The wolf and the lamb shall feed together, and the lion shall eat straw like the bullock: and dust shall be the serpent's meat. They shall not hurt nor destroy in all my holy mountain, saith the LORD.

So long Mickey and thanks.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005


This is for omni. A Shweetie baby whom deserves a-nother linker just because.

Sorry about the slow down in blogging as I have been busier than a one legged man in a soccer game.

I know what the original quip is but I refuse to say than a one legged man in an a-- kicking contest mainly because I have to keep the expletives at bay when I am out there with the general public. As My brother knows there was a time when a sentence of mine was definitely not complete without an obligatory 4-letter word.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Funny how some stuff just plain old backfires on people

I have to thank the poor crybabies who decided to flag my spot as a site with an objectionable material label. I get more hits from the curious passer bys of random searches then I do from people looking for specific materials. And for that comes the ever irritating to them, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!