Saturday, July 4, 2015

SO MUCH MORE THAN HOT . . . BRAINSICK; CHATTERBOX AND THE LATTERDAY SATANISTS, DIRTY BOURBON RIVER SHOW, MALL CRAWLER . . . BROFORCE . . . WAR . . . NOT IN OUR NAME! HOW KIDS LEARN . . . BIRTHDAY CHALLENGE FOR AMERICA: (1) STOP VIOLENCE OF ALL KINDS; AND (2) STOP DISCRIMINATIOIN OF ALL FLAVORS, RACISM, SEXISM, JUDGE A PERSON ON THE CONTENT OF THEIR CHARACTER, NOT THE COLOR OF THEIR SKIN OR THEIR SEX . . . I WILL HAVE TO STOP MALE BASHING, NOT EASY! LOL! CLARK FORK RIVER, PRE-FOURTH OF JULY FIGHT ON BRIDGE! ANGER MANAGEMENT SKILLS NEED TO BE LEARNED . . . CHAMPIONS ARE NOT BORN, THEY ARE MADE! WE NEED TO GIVE KIDS THE TOOLS TO SUCCEED IN LIFE, AND ONE OF THOSE, IS TO CONTROL YOUR TEMPER AND ANGER, WALK AWAY, COUNT TO TEN, DISENGAGE, FIND YOUR TRIGGER POINTS--GENERALLY CONNECTED TO AN INCIDENT FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD--OR SOMEONE ACCUSING YOU, OF THE TOTAL OPPOSITE OF WHAT YOU SEE YOURSELF AS--IT HELPS TO CONSIDER THE SOURCE! WHATEVER . . . COOL YOUR JETS, AND LEAVE, IS SOMETIMES THE BEST THING YOU CAN DO, DISTANCE YOURSELF FROM THE PERSON PISSING YOU OFF!

As We Cycle the Calendar, At the Speed of Light . . . We Have Reached a Mile Stone in this Country--Gay Marriage, Black Lives Matter!  Dah!  Damn Right!  Straight Up!

 
As we mark another 4th of July, a national birthday, we might take a few moments to reflect on the last year, a banner year in so many ways--tough on the one hand, and very great on the other.  So, as you enjoy your backyard BBQ, watching parades, flags, fireworks, commemorating our nations founding date, and looking into the future, at least for a year, with reflections on the past one, let us be a better nation, more tolerant, kind, forgiving, throughtful, working in harmony, peaceful, and filled with love, one for another, in this human journey, we all call life, one that is precious, rare, wonderful, beautiful, amazing, filled with joy, and sadness at times, and make sure that every person, we come into contact with, or in our professions, homes, schools, factories, workplaces, on the roads, in the streets, on college campuses, feels part of this great country of ours, part of the social fabric, accepted, encouraged, appreciated, cared for, included, rather than excluded, loved, rather than hated, cherished for their uniqueness, and the individual contributions, backgrounds, experiences, spice of life, if you will, and what they can add to this melting pot of cultures, religions, political views, creeds, and experiences, to make the sum total of the whole, more than the individual parts.

Nick--The Jersey Boy, Who Claims to Be From Arizona . . . Too Many Stereotypes About Being Loud Mouthed and Obnoxious!

While staying at the Poverello Center or the homeless shelter, I get plenty of opportunity to rub shoulders with people, like Nick, from New Jersey, who came out to the west, was working in Yellowstone National Park, a dream come true for him, managing one of the ice cream parlors and food stands, who came weeks early to the Park, set up the store, cleaned and readied the place for the thousands of visitors, who frequent the Park daily.  During the month and a half he was there, we got several wards for making the most money for the store, running the tightest shop, and managing the young people who work in the Park, coming, litereally, from all over the world for the experience.  All of the sudden, out of the blue, the boss over his imediate boss, told him, that he was being let go from his job, and he was being replaced by a friend of the supervisors, and after some, sort of a hearing, being almost forced into signing a paper, that he quit, refusing that, or that he was leaving for some, unknown reason, that he also refused to sign, being shocked, and being railroaded into being forced out of his job, for what? a girlfriend?  He looked at his boss, who did little to support him, worried about his own job, and told the man who was orchestrating this bull shit lynch mob of sorts, and said, three times, shame on you, shame on you, shame on you!

Luz E. Trahan . . . Mysterious Ways: A Plan in Place . . . All Stories are Based on Real Events

Luz is a chick from Syracuse, New York, who wrote a book about her spiritual experiences, not only from childhood up, but on the day that the airplanes hit the Twin Towers on 9/11.  Luz is Puerto Rican, and fiesty and cool as hell, telling me bed time stories, each night of near kidnappings, while growing up in the housing projects of New York, and who she, as an 11 year old girl, managed to wrestle her way, from the arms of a grown man, who was taking her in the basement to do, who knows what, and managed a scream, that about rocked the apartment building, once his hands came off her throat and her eyes came back from rolling, almost totally in the back or her head.  Luz, tells of the day, she had gone into downtown, New York, to visit her aunt, and was scheduled to take her auntie to a doctor's appointment in the City, on 9/11, and she tells of the premonition, the spiritual sickness she had that day, as she got a bad feeling about even being in New York City, and she booked it out of town, and headed back home, to the consternation of her family and friends in the City, who planned on her staying a week, visiting family and staying with her aunt.  And the next day she knew why she had felt the way she did!  Luc, had never written a book before, but felt compelled to write her stories, in the hopes of inspiring others to the spiritual side of life.  She spent her savings on writing, publishing, printing the book, only to find out the 40 hard back copies, and the 40 paperback copies, had been printed by the publisher with the wrong version of her book!  Scream!  Due to the errors Luz found, she is rewriting the book, adding two more chapters, maybe about her experiences in Montana . . . Nick is blamed for the attitude, Luz has!  LOL!  Gotta love the accents, attitude, and moxey!

The Good Neighbor Policy . . . LGBT Community Judging Homeless!

It is so easy, once we have gained ground, stood our ground, gained some semblance of acceptance, to turn right around, and start judging another group, that we, now feel superior to!  There were a few people from the Poverello Homeless Shelter, who were standing out in back of the shelter, sometime when the new shelter moved from Ryman Street, to Broadway, with the Mayor, clearly stating that location was picked on purpose, to let the community know, just how the City of Missoula, feels about their homeless population, and their commitment to caring and sharing community resources, and plenty, with those whom find themselves in a situation, where they need help, or someone to step up and give them a little assistance, to get them over the rough patch as some in the shelter, would describe their situation.  We all have our crosses to bear, our issues to deal with, our individual challenges in life . . . let's do what President Obama recommended, about a year ago, be kind to one another, be gentle, because we just don't know what has led this person to be where they are at, and at times, in comes at the hands of other people and it is no fault of the person themselves.

How Kids Learn . . . The Bridge Fight

Late night, I was waiting for my Native American, friend, Sandra, who was waiting for her friend, Donna, so we could all go down by the Clark Fork River, and get in the cool water, refreshing ourselves from the hot July sun, and still cooking, even into the early night hours.  I was not sure where to meet the other two, who were taking more time than my patience could handle, so I went on a head, and sat up on the bridge, just down from the shelter, don't know the name, and I should, but . . . so a group of happy teens, carrying tubes, floaties, and blown up rafts, came over the bridge that I was sitting on watching the huge orange sun, set over the fading blue sky, and over the mountains in the distance, with the water, gurgling and slowly, running past me on this peaceful night, seeing a group of 8 duckling, waddling through the weeds and into the water below me . . . fun sight, leaving me wondering where the parents were?  Out on a Friday night date?  LOL!
 
Several, like college age young people seemed to be leading this pack of teens and young adults, and about the time the gang bringing up the rear came to where I was sitting, I heard someone say, leave my wife alone, don't look at my wife that way, and I am going to beat you, if you say one more thing to her, and so forth.  There was some hot babes, among the group of four girls, scantily dressed in bikinis, and one, butchy looking chick, that I found it hard to distinguish her from a guy, and by what she was saying, I figured that this was a lesbian couple, or so it seemed, and several gal friends of the pair were, now getting involved in what sounded like it could turn into a fight, but I was hoping not!  I turned around and saw a young, light colored Hispanic kid, that seemed to be the sole male, who appeared to me, to have made the insult, or what the andrigenous member of the group, seemed to take so offensively.  I told the kids to knock it off, as they threw insults, or at least the one more masculine member of the group, calling the young man, names and threatening to do unseen things to him, if he said one more thing, or did whatever was going on.  The kids backed away for a few seconds, only to have the two, alleged, males, going up against each other, with the hottest of the girls, the alleged wife, trying to get in between the alleged jealous lover and the kid, who as I came to find out, was not part of the group.
 
Just as I turned around, with a girl in between, and the two, males in the group, but with me noticing, that the one male had a swimsuit, top on, and getting a better picture of this fight scene, hands were pushing, mouths, at least of the white kids, were flapping, and suddenly, the Hispanic kid, threw a punch, hitting the other alleged, husband in the face!  I could tell this fight was doing nothing but going downhill, so I jumped up and separated the two factions, telling the group of girls, to walk one way on the bridge and the young man, to get going in the opposite direction.  He kept telling me, he had to go that way, as the girls were throwing insults and slurs at him, while I was encouraging the kids to take a time out, go in different directions, and give each other some space.  The Hispanic kid, just kept acting like he had to go the same direction.  I told him, that those skanky hoes were not worth it, and just let them go . . . I thought his was after one of the hot bodies, and I think the butch chick did too, when come to find out, his car was parked on the other side of the bridge, where this group was now congregated, and blowing off steam, dissing the kid for hitting, now a female . . . really?  But, they were not leaving, and the kid, finally told me, that his car was parked on that side of the bridge . . . it pays to get the facts.  I told him, to just wait until the other kids were gone, to go get his car, and reminded him that assault charges were not cool, getting a ticket for disturbing the peace, yah, my peace, was also something he didn't want, and cops were not needed!
 
So, he seemed really worried about something, it seemed too late to be going to work at 9:00 P.M., but maybe he didn't want to tell me that he had to have his parent's car home by a certain time, or needed to pick up a girlfriend, or just what was going on.  The two groups, didn't even know each other, so?  But, I told him, I would walk over and ask them to step aside and let him get to his car without incident, so he could get to work.  He seemed to appreciate my efforts, and I approached the girls, asked them to move over across the street to the park, so the kid could get his car, and get out of their way.  The hottie chick, with the hot little bod, and probably the source of the whole affair, started to get mouthy with me, telling me they were not moving, because this guy hit their chick friend . . . well, you could have fooled me, since, your now, female friend, formerly your husband, was the aggressor.  But, luckily, another friend, encouraged her to do what I told them to do; however, they were not willing to cross the street, and they didn't need to move, since the kid, in their minds was a bully . . . their husband friend, was nowhere to be seen . . . a bust in the jaw, probably, was more than she wanted to deal with, or it embarrassed her, while she was being tough, or her "wife" made a smart ass comment, but she was gone, somewhere.  I kind of stood in between the kid and the girls, who were verbally assaulting him, as he walked by, trying to make him feel guilty, for the guychick, threatening to kick his ass!  LOL!  The kid, got his car without incident, and all was well.
 
I went back to my spot, sitting on the bridge and watched the sun go down, and then got up to leave.  These girls were still sitting at the other end of the bridge, and I wondered, if they were waiting for a ride, or what was going on, and a bit surprised to see them still sitting there.  But, I walked by them and thanked them for being nice, and letting the kid get his car, so he could get to work.  They smiled and said, sure.  I wished them a good night, and they all, just like a group of, sweet young ladies, that they really are inside, all simultaneously, chimed back . . . you have a good night too!  I thanked them and met up with Sandra, as I walked a bit further.  I have found, that nobody, really wants to fight, and generally, if they do get into it with someone, it is basically posturing, and saving face, hoping that someone will stop the fight, before it comes to fist-a-cuffs!  
 
I learned a valuable lesson, while doing my student teaching in a high school, when a fight broke out in the halls, and the real teacher was nowhere to be found, and as 50 or so students, gathered around two boys, with one punch, drawing blood already, were egging the two boys to go for it, fight, hit, and get the show on the road.  With half of the crowd, a half head taller than myself, I stepped in the circle of kids, and grabbed both boys by the shirts, marched them down to the principle's office, and let him deal with them, getting back to my class, and the tasks at hand. I thought, that both boys were probably sorry or pissed that I broke up the fight . . . not the case at all . . . both separately and individually, came to me, during the day, and thanked me for breaking up the fight!  Violence and fights make me sick, blood even makes me sicker, and I learned, that those involved, really didn't want to fight, and whenever I see a fight, going on, now, I always, always, always try to stop it!

Men Are Physically Stronger Than Females, As a General Rule . . . God Created Men to Protect Women and Children, Not Abuse Them . . . Let This New National Birthday Cycle, Find a Year of Peace, Love, Tenderness!

THERE IS NO EXCUSE FOR ABUSE!  THERE IS NO EXCUSE FOR VIOLENCE, SEXIST OR RACIAL JOKES . . . WE ARE BETTER THAN THIS AMERICA!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICA . . . ONE NATION UNDER GOD AND CHANGE!

NOW, GO AND ENJOY THE FIREWORKS!

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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