Today is June 21, 2010 and it is a good day. It's 12:16 am and I'm listening to WCLK 99.1 a jazz station on the campus of Clark College in Atlanta Georgia, feeling as I did when I used to listen to Jazz in the 1960"s and 70's with my dad and mom. At that time you could walk down Kedzie Ave. or California Street, which intersected with Lake street and hear jazz bellowing out of the storefronts and shops all along the streets. Skip along , snap your fingers and never realize that you were being treated as a second class citizen.
Listening to jazz and it's swing and pop, bebop never brought you a worry. You'd hear Dadd-i-o Daily swinging and such melodic vibes in the air all you could think of was how nice the weather and how beautiful it is to be alive.
I listen to today's music and try not to judge the reason the powers that be let this music play, but believe me there is a reason the tunes of today get air time. Let's look at a few things from yesterday and today.
Yesterday there was a healthy respect a Black man had for a Black woman which spread to all women. Songs spoke of love and maybe hinted at something sexual, but it was never explicit. There have always been crude jokes but these jokes were whispered and never said in front of children. There was a healthy dose of respect, even if I didn't like you. I gave you what you deserved in respectability.
A whisper may go into the ear of the woman or girl you were trying to spoon, but unless you felt she had disrespected you, you'd never speak publicly under her cloths, we still remembered the teachings of our families and no way would I hear you speak to my sister as though she was your personal trash bag and walk away smiling. There'd be a straightening somewhere with you and I. Nor would I let you hear what I had to say to any female I spoke to , even when I thought I was the cool of cool .
In that day and time was so naive I never knew child molesters existed. Imagine my feelings when I realised men and women took advantage of children sexually. I knew girls and women were raped but a baby or a kid under the age of teens, no way. One of my biggest fights was with the cousin of a guy in our group, who had a slight mental problem. The altercation happened because one of the young kids, in the neighborhood was saying he was afraid of this guy because he made him pull his pants down and the young boy didn't know how to tell his mother. Understand this child was probably eight or nine at the time. I'm no hero but I've always felt I was the HNIC and our hood didn't carry the crime most places in Chicago did. But it all became relivant as I began to see man's evil towards man and my attention became greater in my surroundings, and jazz became my escape.
Listening to jazz, called the devils music makes me think of "what was so good about yesterday" and realise how lucky I was to grow up when I did and where I did.
My folks were plain everyday country people who moved from the south to find the riches they felt were denied them in Alabama. They migrated north, a few at a time bringing with them the word of God and the respect taught over many generations.
Somewhere we backed off the discipline we've always known and were taught all our lives. We relinquished our rights to be parents and grandparents, because someone said we couldn't and shouldn't spank or discipline our children.
Personally I don't know what it takes to raise a Caucasian child, but I do know what it takes to get the attention of a Black manchild and a Black herself female child who has started to have attention paid to her. It takes a family that is not afraid to be the bad guy to bring these children to task. Not being afraid to say, "I said do it, so get it done now" and you are willing to take the next step if you are ignored. Flip your hair, toot your lips, mumble, but it better be on your way out my door and definitely where I can't see you. I'm not saying you can't do these things. Sure you can, in your home or at least not in mine. There is no our home until you start understanding what it takes for this to be "our" home.
No outsider can tell you how your parents treat you and not know you or your parents. We gave our children away, because they made us angry and we were tired of trying. Folks you never get tired of trying for your own. Fathers think it's cute to brag about a son selling dope and how he makes thousands a day. Mothers laugh and say"get the money girl" to a daughter who should be getting an education. Who the Hell are we? Do you think any other race cares if we are educated or if we succeed?
We've lost all respect for ourselves, our neighbors, our children and the people who fought and died to bring us from the dark ages. We need to take our homes and our children back and it doesn't matter how old your child is or who your child is. You can't let outsiders tell you that your village cannot raise your child or your grandchild. Honor your children by showing them that you are still the parent and though they are grown and have children you all need to help our young get what we have always been taught . " Respect" of ourselves and others.
We are a good people and we have always been and if success is based on being ignorant of love for oneself and family then there has to be a problem.
I reference jazz because jazz has always made me take a step back and listen to words that you could feel in your heart or a beat that made you realize how beautiful the day is. I love the smoothness the stroke after stroke of musical movement that jazz brings. I know older people said the same thing about the music we listened to, but there's a difference when you speak the language in music that spoken today. The beat is so that it can't help but keep these kids upset. Boom, boom, boom, harder boom, boom. I'm upset and I love many types of music. See the difference if you get smooth in your life. It gives you pause to think. To evaluate where you've been and where you're on your way. Be smooth. There's nothing better than the smooth.
Respect is smooth. Taking back your home is smooth. Taking back your neighborhood is smooth. Tell our politicians we want to get the guns and violence out our schools, homes and neighborhoods. And if they won't listen, let's vote for the person who will. Our culture is dying and we sit on our hands everyday as though it has nothing to do with us. But people, it starts and ends with us. You and I. Give this generation a chance. Come with me and take it all back. I love you guys because you are so beautiful. You're the jazz in my heart every day.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Medical Insurance
Hi guys, I'm back after starting a frustrating class in Software applications. To go along with being frustrated by Kaplan's new late assignment policy, which is applied in no college in the country, I find medical services in the state of Florida at a political juncture that cannot be called "liberalism". It seems that there is a great difference around the country when it comes to Medicare. Make no mistake if you become in need of medicare, even if you've paid into this program as a worker, as long as you've worked, the insurance companies and doctors see you as lazy, shiftless and someone who wants a handout. Doctors tell you how broken the system is and insurance companies tell you how you don't need the medication prescribed by doctors. Although you can believe most doctors work hand in hand with insurance companies because it is a substantial source of income towards the elderly, everyone seems more in tune with a profitable bottom line than to help a patient maintain good health or at least being comfortable in pain.
I had surgery ,(disc replacement), in March and moving to Tampa Florida I had to reapply for medicare prescription coverage through Humana, so I had to wait a month for approval and activation, in order to find a doctor. You must use a doctor in humana's network of doctors and these doctors are bound by humana as to what services they can render to a patient.
My new, primary physician has told me I don't need a pain specialist he will manage my pain. Remembering this is a doctor who tells me he doesn't read film only reports from the film, so I have to trust my pain management to this person. Also, I am not to have physical therapy. Patients and doctors are put in positions such as this through Humana's bottom line and knowing what is best for any illness. Or is it that Humana doesn't want to pay the cost of medicine which they are reimbursed for, by the Federal Government ? But you have to hold on to all the "Greed ", possible. Humana keeps doctors and patients in these types of situations.
My primary physician also informs me that the medicines I am taking prescribed by other doctors is not going to be approved by Humana, I must take generic medicine if I want to get medicine at all.
So what do you do? If you want to live a few days more you bow to the "conservative theory that you only deserve what you're given no matter what you've contributed to you health and well-being plan before for your future. Also you realize the mistake you made moving to Florida, This is the place you come to to die. If life is what you seek, stay where you are or move to a foreign country with no wars or views that treat the elderly and ill as lepers and outcasts.
So, as you can see this is every different year, when President Obama said there would be a change he must have known the change toward prejudice would grow and insurance companies would grow in the dealings of patient non homeostasis and less health care. A health care plan in this country is a joke and then you have a insurgency group in this country trying to undermine the plan of this country.
Franz Fanon(1920's and 30's) was never incorrect in his saying and thinking the change in this country would be taken from freedom to harassment of those who speak freely. These are the days he spoke of and are coming to fruition.
Have a wonderful day. I can't say blessed for giving simple heartfelt greeting offends the masses. Shame. I hope I can escape this terrible world of fakers with the dignity of knowing my parents gave me class and taught me respect of "ALL" others.
I had surgery ,(disc replacement), in March and moving to Tampa Florida I had to reapply for medicare prescription coverage through Humana, so I had to wait a month for approval and activation, in order to find a doctor. You must use a doctor in humana's network of doctors and these doctors are bound by humana as to what services they can render to a patient.
My new, primary physician has told me I don't need a pain specialist he will manage my pain. Remembering this is a doctor who tells me he doesn't read film only reports from the film, so I have to trust my pain management to this person. Also, I am not to have physical therapy. Patients and doctors are put in positions such as this through Humana's bottom line and knowing what is best for any illness. Or is it that Humana doesn't want to pay the cost of medicine which they are reimbursed for, by the Federal Government ? But you have to hold on to all the "Greed ", possible. Humana keeps doctors and patients in these types of situations.
My primary physician also informs me that the medicines I am taking prescribed by other doctors is not going to be approved by Humana, I must take generic medicine if I want to get medicine at all.
So what do you do? If you want to live a few days more you bow to the "conservative theory that you only deserve what you're given no matter what you've contributed to you health and well-being plan before for your future. Also you realize the mistake you made moving to Florida, This is the place you come to to die. If life is what you seek, stay where you are or move to a foreign country with no wars or views that treat the elderly and ill as lepers and outcasts.
So, as you can see this is every different year, when President Obama said there would be a change he must have known the change toward prejudice would grow and insurance companies would grow in the dealings of patient non homeostasis and less health care. A health care plan in this country is a joke and then you have a insurgency group in this country trying to undermine the plan of this country.
Franz Fanon(1920's and 30's) was never incorrect in his saying and thinking the change in this country would be taken from freedom to harassment of those who speak freely. These are the days he spoke of and are coming to fruition.
Have a wonderful day. I can't say blessed for giving simple heartfelt greeting offends the masses. Shame. I hope I can escape this terrible world of fakers with the dignity of knowing my parents gave me class and taught me respect of "ALL" others.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Just to say Hi !
I was reading about one of my town's, (Chicago), good times and it's sad to say the good times are going to change dramatically. When I was younger I couldn't wait until it was time for the "Bud Biliken Parade", going down South Parkway9Martin Luther King Drive) from 24Th St. to Washington Park. Only sadly this is about to change. Not the route of the parade will change, but the spirit of the parade will change.
At parade time I used to hate that it was the beginning of the end of my summer, because this parade told the tale of back to school, but I new there was somewhere I could go alone and I was safe and had plenty of fun. Adults looked out for me and other kids like me. No one tried to take advantage of us or kidnap us, although other parents would get that butt if you were caught doing something other than what was right. Oh ,and they didn't have to know you. They would ask for your parents phone number, (and you better give it to them correctly), and they would call your parents or grandparents and let them know what you've done, and sometimes they'd be told to deal with you right then, and when you got home, Oh boy ! Your sit down privileges were put on definite hold.
Well, those days are long gone. The days I rode the bus at 7 years old alone and paid .10 for my ride to see the "Bud Biliken Parade. 2010 the police department plans to implement a new plan of security which is going to eliminate the musical bandstand and make it a children's area, which saddens me, in a way, because this parade is not only for the children but for us who grew up with this parade and the bands are our party time. So to have to change security measures speaks volumes of how far we've let our children and our communities get away.
It's not an event that took place overnight and it's not an event we, the Black community, didn't see coming. We gripe and moan for help to protect us from our own when our own should need protection from our wrath when they've done wrong. Society tells our young, "come tell me if your parent spanks you and we'll lock them up". "Come and tell us what it is your parents do at home, and we'll lock them up". Come and tell us when you get ticked off at your parents, and we'll lock them up". But society never tells the child they will not protect this child when the parent is no longer there to show them the way to being a good citizen, learning to read and write, learning how to keep their pants pulled up on their butts, learning how to be respectful to their elders and other people. No society conveniently forgets to tell our young ones that, "We are the ones to incarcerate you and take your life from you if you are not behaving". We are the ones who will chastise you in the most severe manner man can devise and we've taken away your parental protection, because we are now your captor". "We have separated you from home, (the village who raised and protected you), we've given you entitlement to being disrespectful and on your own, and shown you that if you are spanked you are not loved. But the most troublesome part in all of this is we, (the Black Community) say there is nothing we can do about it. We've become afraid to tell our children to stay on the block. We're afraid to ask our children who their friends are. We're afraid to tell our children be in the house by nightfall or there will be consequences, and show them the consequences.
Do you realize what my parents or grandparents, uncles and aunts would have done to me if I had my parents arrested or even questioned concerning my discipline? Man, this article would never be written. In my life I was afraid of 2 entities; God and my mother and not necessarily in that order. Let me ignore my mom and she's talking to me about a serious matter. Let me blow her off with, "yea ok, if you say so", cook county hospital here I come or I would wish I'd been there. Many a time I wish the neighbor would come and save my little behind, but it didn't make me violent because I was spanked. It didn't make me hate society or disciplinarians. It made me stronger. It made me able to deal with people, white, black, asian whoever. It made me respect people and property. It made me understand there are consequences for every action, good or bad.
Our jails are full of consequences and challenges and a general disrespect of society and it's laws. I don't see an end in site, do you? If you don't this tells me we've let or priorities erode and we've failed the ones we promised to protect. My spankings hurt and the thing that hurt the most was; the speech as I was getting the spanking. Let me rephrase that. My mother never spanked us she whopped the devil out of us until we prayed to God to intervene. I think God had jokes, because He never came.
But I look back on my life and my parents weren't afraid of me. They may have been afraid they would kill me if I raised my hand their way, but no way would they be on television saying, "my child threw me across the room". It would have been them heading for the room with the sparky chair.
I can't see us letting our children kill other children and maim grownups. Curse the police and just be all around civilly disobedient.
The Bud Biliken Parade is suppose to be a time of joy, a time to relax and show our children and grandchildren that it's time to knuckle down this is the last joy of the summer and we are doing it together as a family. Bud Biliken means you have arrived as a kid to the ultimate pleasure of being a kid.
The police should not be a part of the procedure unless they re in the parade on motorcycles, showing the new squad cars or waving to the crowd.
Come on people be afraid not to take back your home. Don't be afraid to take your neighborhood and your children back. Do you know my children are raising they're children in the same manner as I was raised and their children are respectful and full of love. But they know we love them, too, and we do things with them that they want to do. We let our children be children, because they have the rest of their lives to be adults.
I guess again I've gone to far, but I don't give a oops, because we have gone to far in letting the rotten kids kill, maim and destroy the good God put on this earth. We as a society are responsible for the ills we shake our heads against. Stop shaking your head and shake some child protection booty and Let's give these kids their lives back. Let them look back and say they enjoyed being a kid, just as we look back and see more good times than bad.
It's closing time, but I'll say this to anyone who wants to challenge the effects of disciplining a child, including Dr. Phil and his cronies. The structure of our neighborhoods has deteriorated so much that we the Black Nation should hang our heads for letting our kids down. Now pick your head up and pick your child up and say you love them, protect them and then, do what a real parent does when love is on the line. Give more love than you have to give, and give it to your child.
As a child my mother's vacation was my time. We wnt everywhere together. Saturday at Walgreens soda counter, Marshall Fields, Rothcilds clothing, Riveview, Brookfield Zoo and movies amongst many places. Even when she'd be so tired after work she'd just take a walk her and I. Do your kid. Get out there and say I'm here for you and maybe they'll be there for you and later for their own.
I love you all and I want to see every child grow up and not buried under.
Thank-you
At parade time I used to hate that it was the beginning of the end of my summer, because this parade told the tale of back to school, but I new there was somewhere I could go alone and I was safe and had plenty of fun. Adults looked out for me and other kids like me. No one tried to take advantage of us or kidnap us, although other parents would get that butt if you were caught doing something other than what was right. Oh ,and they didn't have to know you. They would ask for your parents phone number, (and you better give it to them correctly), and they would call your parents or grandparents and let them know what you've done, and sometimes they'd be told to deal with you right then, and when you got home, Oh boy ! Your sit down privileges were put on definite hold.
Well, those days are long gone. The days I rode the bus at 7 years old alone and paid .10 for my ride to see the "Bud Biliken Parade. 2010 the police department plans to implement a new plan of security which is going to eliminate the musical bandstand and make it a children's area, which saddens me, in a way, because this parade is not only for the children but for us who grew up with this parade and the bands are our party time. So to have to change security measures speaks volumes of how far we've let our children and our communities get away.
It's not an event that took place overnight and it's not an event we, the Black community, didn't see coming. We gripe and moan for help to protect us from our own when our own should need protection from our wrath when they've done wrong. Society tells our young, "come tell me if your parent spanks you and we'll lock them up". "Come and tell us what it is your parents do at home, and we'll lock them up". Come and tell us when you get ticked off at your parents, and we'll lock them up". But society never tells the child they will not protect this child when the parent is no longer there to show them the way to being a good citizen, learning to read and write, learning how to keep their pants pulled up on their butts, learning how to be respectful to their elders and other people. No society conveniently forgets to tell our young ones that, "We are the ones to incarcerate you and take your life from you if you are not behaving". We are the ones who will chastise you in the most severe manner man can devise and we've taken away your parental protection, because we are now your captor". "We have separated you from home, (the village who raised and protected you), we've given you entitlement to being disrespectful and on your own, and shown you that if you are spanked you are not loved. But the most troublesome part in all of this is we, (the Black Community) say there is nothing we can do about it. We've become afraid to tell our children to stay on the block. We're afraid to ask our children who their friends are. We're afraid to tell our children be in the house by nightfall or there will be consequences, and show them the consequences.
Do you realize what my parents or grandparents, uncles and aunts would have done to me if I had my parents arrested or even questioned concerning my discipline? Man, this article would never be written. In my life I was afraid of 2 entities; God and my mother and not necessarily in that order. Let me ignore my mom and she's talking to me about a serious matter. Let me blow her off with, "yea ok, if you say so", cook county hospital here I come or I would wish I'd been there. Many a time I wish the neighbor would come and save my little behind, but it didn't make me violent because I was spanked. It didn't make me hate society or disciplinarians. It made me stronger. It made me able to deal with people, white, black, asian whoever. It made me respect people and property. It made me understand there are consequences for every action, good or bad.
Our jails are full of consequences and challenges and a general disrespect of society and it's laws. I don't see an end in site, do you? If you don't this tells me we've let or priorities erode and we've failed the ones we promised to protect. My spankings hurt and the thing that hurt the most was; the speech as I was getting the spanking. Let me rephrase that. My mother never spanked us she whopped the devil out of us until we prayed to God to intervene. I think God had jokes, because He never came.
But I look back on my life and my parents weren't afraid of me. They may have been afraid they would kill me if I raised my hand their way, but no way would they be on television saying, "my child threw me across the room". It would have been them heading for the room with the sparky chair.
I can't see us letting our children kill other children and maim grownups. Curse the police and just be all around civilly disobedient.
The Bud Biliken Parade is suppose to be a time of joy, a time to relax and show our children and grandchildren that it's time to knuckle down this is the last joy of the summer and we are doing it together as a family. Bud Biliken means you have arrived as a kid to the ultimate pleasure of being a kid.
The police should not be a part of the procedure unless they re in the parade on motorcycles, showing the new squad cars or waving to the crowd.
Come on people be afraid not to take back your home. Don't be afraid to take your neighborhood and your children back. Do you know my children are raising they're children in the same manner as I was raised and their children are respectful and full of love. But they know we love them, too, and we do things with them that they want to do. We let our children be children, because they have the rest of their lives to be adults.
I guess again I've gone to far, but I don't give a oops, because we have gone to far in letting the rotten kids kill, maim and destroy the good God put on this earth. We as a society are responsible for the ills we shake our heads against. Stop shaking your head and shake some child protection booty and Let's give these kids their lives back. Let them look back and say they enjoyed being a kid, just as we look back and see more good times than bad.
It's closing time, but I'll say this to anyone who wants to challenge the effects of disciplining a child, including Dr. Phil and his cronies. The structure of our neighborhoods has deteriorated so much that we the Black Nation should hang our heads for letting our kids down. Now pick your head up and pick your child up and say you love them, protect them and then, do what a real parent does when love is on the line. Give more love than you have to give, and give it to your child.
As a child my mother's vacation was my time. We wnt everywhere together. Saturday at Walgreens soda counter, Marshall Fields, Rothcilds clothing, Riveview, Brookfield Zoo and movies amongst many places. Even when she'd be so tired after work she'd just take a walk her and I. Do your kid. Get out there and say I'm here for you and maybe they'll be there for you and later for their own.
I love you all and I want to see every child grow up and not buried under.
Thank-you
Friday, April 30, 2010
A Thank-you and Farewell
Classmates this is somewhat a sad time for us all. We lose each other for a short time, (until graduation and we will all graduate), but knowing we'll see each other somewhere can warm the cockles of my heart. You like that, huh? Cockles of my heart. :)) Any who, I'd like to say I enjoyed my classes with you guys and I hope I was okay as well. You gave me some outlooks on writing I never thought of.
It's strange how people you can't see or verbally talk to can affect the things you think and do. I know you look at the influences of what goes on in the world and think, what the heck is he saying? But the world is different. It affects our lives. What we have is an affect on the ideas we each create. My classmates have said things in generally talking that I either didn't know or I genuinely overlooked or mistook to be something other than what it was.
Well you all, cleared a lot of things for me and brought a lot of tings to the forefront for me and I thank you.
I hope to see you somewhere down the road of life and we can enjoy a really silly laugh together. I wish my classmates; Peace.
For my Teacher. I want to thank-you from the bottom of my heart for showing me the way in writing. The best thing you did for me was to give me a way to express my feelings. Feelings which were a bunch of pent up emotions that had no relief.
Through the blog I've found a voice and a release. I found this, even if no one ever reads a word I've written. I know it's out there and some day, some time, some one is going to stumble across my little writing and say; the Last Angry Man, was here and this is what he said.
I'm not sure how well my writings will go over with some and frankly I don't care because these are things as I see them, but I do know a lot of stress has found it's way out of my life and I thank you.
I also thank you for giving the love to write again. I hated writing after my first comp class, but you've shown me a teacher who didn't take herself to serious but took our learning very serious and always wanted us to do well. Always willing to spend your time to help us be better, all we had to o was ask. You said, to me, when making mistake and laughing at yourself or telling a joke to keep us alive, that you were just like us. Though you have the knowledge we seek to acquire, you're niether better or worse than we are.
I, for one appreciate you being just like me. Capable of mistakes and easy to say,oops. Thank-you professor, because I came " a long way baby" to get where I, almost, am today. :-)) The next class is getting someone special.
To all you "solders of love", I bid farewell. See you in another class. Remember; DO what you do, and all will be well.
Sincerely,
Ron Williams
It's strange how people you can't see or verbally talk to can affect the things you think and do. I know you look at the influences of what goes on in the world and think, what the heck is he saying? But the world is different. It affects our lives. What we have is an affect on the ideas we each create. My classmates have said things in generally talking that I either didn't know or I genuinely overlooked or mistook to be something other than what it was.
Well you all, cleared a lot of things for me and brought a lot of tings to the forefront for me and I thank you.
I hope to see you somewhere down the road of life and we can enjoy a really silly laugh together. I wish my classmates; Peace.
For my Teacher. I want to thank-you from the bottom of my heart for showing me the way in writing. The best thing you did for me was to give me a way to express my feelings. Feelings which were a bunch of pent up emotions that had no relief.
Through the blog I've found a voice and a release. I found this, even if no one ever reads a word I've written. I know it's out there and some day, some time, some one is going to stumble across my little writing and say; the Last Angry Man, was here and this is what he said.
I'm not sure how well my writings will go over with some and frankly I don't care because these are things as I see them, but I do know a lot of stress has found it's way out of my life and I thank you.
I also thank you for giving the love to write again. I hated writing after my first comp class, but you've shown me a teacher who didn't take herself to serious but took our learning very serious and always wanted us to do well. Always willing to spend your time to help us be better, all we had to o was ask. You said, to me, when making mistake and laughing at yourself or telling a joke to keep us alive, that you were just like us. Though you have the knowledge we seek to acquire, you're niether better or worse than we are.
I, for one appreciate you being just like me. Capable of mistakes and easy to say,oops. Thank-you professor, because I came " a long way baby" to get where I, almost, am today. :-)) The next class is getting someone special.
To all you "solders of love", I bid farewell. See you in another class. Remember; DO what you do, and all will be well.
Sincerely,
Ron Williams
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Hi guys. Today I'm going a little off course, because there are several life problems that have been bothering me. VIOLENCE. Just plain VIOLENCE
Violence in the home,violence in the workplace, violence in our children,violence in the streets, violence in the church, yes I said church and then there's violence in our government. To much of one thing does not make it a good thing.
I'm a kid born in the 1940's after the supposedly Great War. For the life of me I still can't figure what was so great about the loss of so many lives. I guess it was a purge some kind of a special world cleansing, Huh, with world war 2 having over 840,000 Japanese citizens killed.
Oh sure everyone says they had it coming for attacking Pearl Harbor, but let's take a look at that.
History and Government loudspeakers, (the governments boasting's), says, the Japanese pilots flew over the island and attacked the military of the United States there's never any mention of any civilian casualties. Then there's the matter of the A Bomb and 840,000 civilians killed maimed and scarred for generations, then we, (the United States Citizens), boast of our power and mighty justice.
From this scenario we teach our children world history in school. We tell them it is alright to kill. We stress to our children only "in moderation". So our children leave school and they practice soldering, get together in groups and go kick some unknowingly weak childs butt. We allow video games to be created that are an absolute path to violence and we say," it's the constitutional right to manufacture these games and we cannot take away free speech." We send our youngsters off to battle in lands that have no purpose use to us and we say, " hip hip hooray we guard the world". But our boys and girls die and never get the chance to find out that there was no success brought on by their deaths. These countries still reside in conflict and some parent will never see a grandchild from these young men and women, but of course the children of politicians are exempt.
We teach violence and we tell our citizens, "you can't use the violence we teach you in America." Then America kills our youth. We show movies and Television shows that get high ratings because of the violence and say they cannot be censored because of the country's first amendment rights.
Our politicians say "no one should have nuclear arms but the USA", and we, the people say, "damn right." Bullies in our schools and we shake our heads and say, "I wonder where that came from?" Don't spank your child, that begets violence, but the police can kill my child, maime my child and incarcerate my child while arresting me because I did not manage my child's behavior.
All my Presidents say war is not what we do, but I hear the call for thousands of young volunteers to train to be violent somewhere in the world. On the news April 20, 2010 politicians were saying," because of our children being obese our country's level of security could be compromised." Can you imagine what the people we elected are thinking? How are they going to put our children in harm's way now and what is the message and level of violence are they putting on our streets?
After the protests of the 1960s and 70's our Government quietly took a stand to incarcerate or terminate those who are considered agitators and speak to loudly against the moves of this country, and as you can see the only leaders we have are the politicians in Washington every one else is either afraid or has become the "fat cat" and afraid to lose their payday. Justice be hanged.
No more Abby Hoffman's and the Chicago 8. No more Kent State College students taking a stance, because if you do your scholarship is gone and so are you.
Where's the next Stokely Carmichael's or Huey P. Newton's? Where is the next Dr. Martin Luther King and Malcolm X? We've gone soft exposed to too much economics, our debt, poverty, joblessness and fear of one another, to see anything but what we fear the most. Fear itself.
This violence has got to end, not be brought to a minimum but to a complete end. I understand that's a lot to ask of human beings, but because we are so intelligent it should be a given that we as a whole earthly race can make a change. We can show our children a more positive prospect on life and still spank that butt when they are out of bounds. (smile) It's us because when we are gone this generation of kids may be lost and conquered by invaders from who knows where if we don't help bring reality back to life.
Like Marvin says,"what's going on." "I tell you what's going on".
I'm sorry I'm off message today, but I had to say this it's been stuck in my craw for quite some time and I see no end in sight. Sometimes you know you can't change a thing but you figure with a little help from your friends you can get the ball started, although we'll be rolling up a steep hill we got to try and fix this problem before it's much to late.
Thank-you guys for listening and being a friend.
Violence in the home,violence in the workplace, violence in our children,violence in the streets, violence in the church, yes I said church and then there's violence in our government. To much of one thing does not make it a good thing.
I'm a kid born in the 1940's after the supposedly Great War. For the life of me I still can't figure what was so great about the loss of so many lives. I guess it was a purge some kind of a special world cleansing, Huh, with world war 2 having over 840,000 Japanese citizens killed.
Oh sure everyone says they had it coming for attacking Pearl Harbor, but let's take a look at that.
History and Government loudspeakers, (the governments boasting's), says, the Japanese pilots flew over the island and attacked the military of the United States there's never any mention of any civilian casualties. Then there's the matter of the A Bomb and 840,000 civilians killed maimed and scarred for generations, then we, (the United States Citizens), boast of our power and mighty justice.
From this scenario we teach our children world history in school. We tell them it is alright to kill. We stress to our children only "in moderation". So our children leave school and they practice soldering, get together in groups and go kick some unknowingly weak childs butt. We allow video games to be created that are an absolute path to violence and we say," it's the constitutional right to manufacture these games and we cannot take away free speech." We send our youngsters off to battle in lands that have no purpose use to us and we say, " hip hip hooray we guard the world". But our boys and girls die and never get the chance to find out that there was no success brought on by their deaths. These countries still reside in conflict and some parent will never see a grandchild from these young men and women, but of course the children of politicians are exempt.
We teach violence and we tell our citizens, "you can't use the violence we teach you in America." Then America kills our youth. We show movies and Television shows that get high ratings because of the violence and say they cannot be censored because of the country's first amendment rights.
Our politicians say "no one should have nuclear arms but the USA", and we, the people say, "damn right." Bullies in our schools and we shake our heads and say, "I wonder where that came from?" Don't spank your child, that begets violence, but the police can kill my child, maime my child and incarcerate my child while arresting me because I did not manage my child's behavior.
All my Presidents say war is not what we do, but I hear the call for thousands of young volunteers to train to be violent somewhere in the world. On the news April 20, 2010 politicians were saying," because of our children being obese our country's level of security could be compromised." Can you imagine what the people we elected are thinking? How are they going to put our children in harm's way now and what is the message and level of violence are they putting on our streets?
After the protests of the 1960s and 70's our Government quietly took a stand to incarcerate or terminate those who are considered agitators and speak to loudly against the moves of this country, and as you can see the only leaders we have are the politicians in Washington every one else is either afraid or has become the "fat cat" and afraid to lose their payday. Justice be hanged.
No more Abby Hoffman's and the Chicago 8. No more Kent State College students taking a stance, because if you do your scholarship is gone and so are you.
Where's the next Stokely Carmichael's or Huey P. Newton's? Where is the next Dr. Martin Luther King and Malcolm X? We've gone soft exposed to too much economics, our debt, poverty, joblessness and fear of one another, to see anything but what we fear the most. Fear itself.
This violence has got to end, not be brought to a minimum but to a complete end. I understand that's a lot to ask of human beings, but because we are so intelligent it should be a given that we as a whole earthly race can make a change. We can show our children a more positive prospect on life and still spank that butt when they are out of bounds. (smile) It's us because when we are gone this generation of kids may be lost and conquered by invaders from who knows where if we don't help bring reality back to life.
Like Marvin says,"what's going on." "I tell you what's going on".
I'm sorry I'm off message today, but I had to say this it's been stuck in my craw for quite some time and I see no end in sight. Sometimes you know you can't change a thing but you figure with a little help from your friends you can get the ball started, although we'll be rolling up a steep hill we got to try and fix this problem before it's much to late.
Thank-you guys for listening and being a friend.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Today is peer review and an AhHa moment. Not cool for me because I'm being forced into action and I don't like judging the writings of others. Mainly because I have no idea what the feeling is behind the writing. Granted I know what I like and to judge your work is to say whether I like it or not. Whether I think you are correct in your assessment or your creativity. I ma be wrong but I like doing that to established author who I can argue with and voice my opinion. To a fellow student I feel some of us are fragile in what we think otehrs should think of us and what we hope is always perfect or at least good. I'm a coward. So what, maybe I should feel truth, but can I take the truth from you? Maybe. Noooooo. I'm going to takke a stab at this peer review, because by the time you find me I'll have moved to Florida. Ooops, gave away the location. Anywho, I'm going to try and be honest in my assessment but I'd be more comfortable bulding you up than saying something I felt might hurt.
Ah ha moment is now.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Hi guys. Today it's about my introduction to my thesis. Ugggggh. I never get it right but I'll keep trying until I get tired of falling on my pen. :) Is that like a warrior falling on his sword? If it is he wouldn't have to many times to do that. :)
Anyway, here goes. If you guys have so good advice after reading this, please pass it on. I'll listen.
The Effect of Genetically Modified Food.
As recipients of our food supply from strangers, society has never worried about the food we eat. We never worry about the purity of what we eat because we, generally, leave it up to our Government agencies to direct our health affairs in the right direction. The direction of safety giving what we eat the stamp of approval for human consumption.
We look to the farmer to feed his livestock only natural healthy grains that carries no enzymes or bacterial substitutes. We, (Society), see our fruits and vegetables as natural as the air we breath.
Then there's now. We see food being plumped and prodded to make it larger and giving it a longer shelf life. We see chemical companies becoming involved in seedlings that grow more at a shorter length of time and all to serve the millions of people around the world who clammer for food and more food. But, have we forgotten to question and try to understand why we've moved to Genetically Modifying Foods, the issues of society's health brought on by this modification and the moral dilemma we face as a matter of serving these foods to our nation and developing countries around the world?
Anyway, here goes. If you guys have so good advice after reading this, please pass it on. I'll listen.
The Effect of Genetically Modified Food.
As recipients of our food supply from strangers, society has never worried about the food we eat. We never worry about the purity of what we eat because we, generally, leave it up to our Government agencies to direct our health affairs in the right direction. The direction of safety giving what we eat the stamp of approval for human consumption.
We look to the farmer to feed his livestock only natural healthy grains that carries no enzymes or bacterial substitutes. We, (Society), see our fruits and vegetables as natural as the air we breath.
Then there's now. We see food being plumped and prodded to make it larger and giving it a longer shelf life. We see chemical companies becoming involved in seedlings that grow more at a shorter length of time and all to serve the millions of people around the world who clammer for food and more food. But, have we forgotten to question and try to understand why we've moved to Genetically Modifying Foods, the issues of society's health brought on by this modification and the moral dilemma we face as a matter of serving these foods to our nation and developing countries around the world?
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