One of the biggest signs of a sociopath is people who abuse animals and children.
Someone on my Facebook page posted a story about pitbulls that are being used as bait dogs in fighting rings, meaning that they are used to bait the more aggressive dogs to fight because of their sweeter dispositions. Their teeth and claws are filed down and their mouths are taped shut so they can’t defend themselves while being attacked. They are also denied medical treatment after a fight or left to die. To say that it is sad and pathetic is an understatement; to say that those that would do this to an animal, even more so.
There are organizations that save these animals. One is the Lucky Dog Rescue Foundation.
Ah, but what fate should the perps suffer? Maybe they should be used as shark chum.
When you see us women, I have some tips for you, sort of a do’s and don’ts primer for attracting members of the opposite sex.
One, when you see a woman, unless she is a dietitian, doctor or working for the Visiting Nurse’s Association, don’t tell us about your body functions or how they are moseying along.
If you have a gas problem or walk around in the buff, we don’t want to hear about it especially if we’ve haven’t even had the time to learn your middle name. There are points of your biology we do not want to know, as it takes away the mystique.
Second, we don’t want to hear about your latest surgery if you are under 80, what they took out, modified or put back in if we could barely pick you out in a police line up.
Third, dental work. By this, I mean more than regular brushing and flossing and twice-yearly trips to the dentist. You must have the correct number of teeth in your mouth. If you have implants and other dental devices to lessen gaps and crevices, by all means wear them. AND WHEN YOU SEE A WOMAN YOU ARE ACQUAINTED WITH, DON’T WALK UP TO HER, REVEAL WHAT YOU ARE MISSING AND LAUNCH INTO AN EXPLANATION OF WHAT HAPPENED, unless you are talking to your dental professional.
If you can get through this, then other relationship hurdles may not be so far off. ‘Til then, I’ll be waiting nearby with a bottle of aspirin.
Cast your bread upon the waters, and it will come back to you, but sometimes without the proverbial crusts. There have been days when I have cast my bread upon the waters, and it has yet to come back to me. I sometimes go to a manmade lake, and when I cast my bread upon its waters, the ducks swim by and gobble it down. But I don’t mind because that’s why I am there.
The other day, I cast my bread upon the waters where there were no ducks because I was at home, and it was an internet site for aspiring female writers, but this time it came back with unexpected results.
I posted my real-life picture and a profile answering one out of many questions. The question was, “what are you?” so I answered, “I think I am a human being.”
The following day, an email from someone named Julia writing as John Derek, or John Derek being Julia, arrived.
“Comment Site . So I decided to stop by an let you know that I really want to have a good friendship with you. Beside i have something special i want to discuses with you, but I find it difficult to express myself here, since it’s a public site. I will be very happy, If you can get back to me, through my e-mail. Comment Site . So I decided to stop by an let you know that I really want to have a good friendship with you. Beside i have something special i want to discuses with you, but I find it difficult to express myself here, since it’s a public site. I will be very happy, If you can get back to me, through my e-mail. firstname.lastname@example.org So we can get to know each other better,and i well give you my pictures and also tell you more about me OK, you can contact me through my e-mail id Is, email@example.com
Getting suspicious, I told her/him that it was unusual she didn’t want to write about it since it is a site for writers. Do you think I acted in haste, or was it just another get rich quick scheme?
The Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. may have been a “transformative leader,” but years later, what did his transformation bring? He handed the black community the ball, but in many cases, they haven’t run with it. And while there have been some strides, it’s a small crack in the wall against the tide of black unemployment, the number who break laws and go to prison, and those who quit high school after years of misbehaving and ditching.
While “to get a good job, get a good education” may have been the catch phrase at one time, it ain’t necessarily so because many with only high school are making millions, and they’re doing it legally! Music moguls are but one example, athletes and rap artists are another and actors are a third. For every Russell Simmons, there are thousands in gangs. For every Shaquille O’Neal, there are thousands hanging out in the streets and for every Jennifer Hudson, there are thousands who think they can sing and act but never do anything about it.
To get ahead in these or any field, a person has to have talent and discipline, which is what many lack. We may strive for a color-blind, ethnic-blind world, but when we hear about blacks shooting each other or see blacks looting on the streets of London or robbing stores and beating up on people in flash mobs in Philly, all bets and color blinders are off.
As an ethnic I know this: Those who don’t want to fan the flames of ethnic hatred and stereotypes had better work hard. They’d better mind their p’s and q’s and be prepared to work hard, but this is hard to do when society becomes the fall guy for all that’s wrong.
So, one in ten LA Unified seniors cannot pass the exit exam? Dang, that’s shocking. I thought it would be higher considering how little we have asked from them and they, in turn of themselves. Is it too much to ask a kid to come to class on time and if he is late to just sit down and be quiet rather than make a whole royal production of his entrance? Is it too much to ask a kid not to talk back to the teacher or to zip it when the teacher is talking? Is it too much to ask a kid to open a book to the right page and perhaps learn how to read? Now it apparently is.
And that’s what happened when some knuckleheads rolled out education reform that consisted of trying to understand the adolescent psyche and telling kids they are beautiful, smart and gifted underneath it all, regardless of how many buildings they tag or how much mayhem they cause.
It used to be that if a student couldn’t read or played around in class that that kid was the knucklehead. Now it’s the school system for failing to reach him and unlock whatever hidden door has closed and locked in his brain. Add No Child Left Behind to the mix and it’s a sure recipe for the proliferation of knuckleheads, who then beget other knuckleheads around the same time their peers are graduating.
The answer is to bring more discipline back into the schools and tell the enabling parents and lawyers to take up a hobby or find more productive ways to spend their time. Our future is serious business and they’ve trampled on it long enough.
The time has come for a comparison of two artistes, Rihanna and Lady Gaga.
Like most humans, both have certain things in common. Both need air to breathe and both have two eyes, hair, a nose, a mouth and tattoos. And both are pop singers.
Alas, this is where our similarities end. For both are as different as Pepsi and Coke, as Crest toothpaste and the generic brand, as a tofu burger and a Big Mac.
Gaga is about self-expression; whereas Rihanna is about self-promotion and self-exposure. On one cover of Rolling Stone, she donned some short-shorts with a slit that would make most bathing suits seem modest by comparison, and most of her dresses expose something or look like they’re about to. I’m just waiting for her to wear a dress made from Saran Wrap, all in the name and pursuit of artistic expression, of course.
Then there is that music, which will soon become anthems at strip clubs across the nation.
“Man Down,” is about a man that she downed after he sexually assaulted her at a party. Of course, she has a right to be angry, hurt and humiliated, but gunning him down then singing about in reggae-style fashion with a chorus of “Rum pa pa pum, rum pa pa pum, rum pa pa pum” isn’t the best thing to do, either.
In defense to the less than positive feedback, she tweeted, “U can’t hide your kids from society, or they’ll never know how to adapt. This is the REAL WORLD.” May be so, but anyone whose idea of real world coping skills includes giggling with thugs and shooting people isn’t going to be out in the REAL WORLD too long.
Another trademark Riri song is “S&M” which is so out there and direct there’s no room for a flicker of flirtation or innuendo.
“I may be bad, but I’m perfectly good at it
Sex in the air, I don’t care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me.”
No wonder ten-years olds are modeling sexy lingerie instead of making lanyards. All I know is that if I had a child that emulated her, I would have been doing penance and some serious praying.
Then there is Lady Gaga who is mainly about love and empowerment. She calls her fans “little monsters,” and she is the mother monster. This isn’t just clever marketing; this is the real deal.
Her hit, “The Edge of Glory,” with a video featuring the late Clarence Clemmons of the E Street Band, may begin like a Rihanna song with talk of going home together and how it’s so right, but it soon veers off where Rihanna never does.
“I’m on the edge of glory,” Gaga sings in one part of the song, “and I’m hanging on a moment of truth. I’m on the edge of glory, and I’m hanging on a moment with you. I’m on the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge. I’m on the edge of glory, and I’m hanging on a moment with you. I’m on the edge with you.”
There isn’t anything about whips and chains or putting holes in someone who has put holes in your dignity and being. This is about only being with someone.
Or another one of her hits, “Born this way,” which is really about self-love and self-acceptance in a world that sometimes tries to quell those who are different.
Years from now, we will be reading about Rihanna with mascara unintentionally running down one eye and lipstick smeared while Gaga will be the head of a record label or speaking at the UN, should it last that long.
Fuggetabout the GOP, the budget and what Kim Kardashian is going to wear to her wedding. (It’ll probably be a white dress for the demure, blushing bride.) What we need now is a national psychotherapy program with therapists that are normal and can do more than sit back in a chair and doodle. Even a hothouse tomato would come to the same conclusion, if only it could verbalize and emote.
The proof is more plentiful than there are twitter feeds. Marauding teens in Philadelphia and Chicago who have connected by tweets on their two to three hundred dollar cell phones have been organizing into mobs that maim and maraud because they don’t believe anyone’s going to stop them. Their parents, not doing much for them in the past, may would barely be able to recognize them in a police line up.
In Chicago, a seventeen year-old mother to be walking to the store at night is shot and killed while her companion remains unscathed. Her unborn child survives and is in critical condition. She also has a sixteen month-old son at home. Doing the math, this means that she was around fifteen when she had him and fourteen when she got knocked up.
Understandably, the girl’s mother cries, but where was she when it came to those mother-daughter talks about love and setting goals beyond being knocked up? But now that political correctness has taken root, few even mention this.
In another case of parenting gone wild, three-year old Breeann Rodriguez wandered into 43 year-old Shawn Morgan’s backyard and near his swimming pool after riding her pink tricycle up and down the block like she always did. The average homeowner would be alarmed and escort the child away. But not Morgan. He brought the little girl into his home, suffocated her and dumped her body into a ravine. Later on, he returned home, dismantled her tricycle and threw it in after her.
He’ll probably get someone like Casey Anthony’s lawyer, Jose Baez, to represent him, so he can concoct a story about what a rotten childhood Morgan had or invent something about post-traumatic stress disorder. The truth is a lot of people had lousy childhoods and no tree grows so tall that it touches the sky, as Dr. Joyce Brothers used to say, but we also have free will and not a license to harm and destroy.
Fortunately, he is being held without bail; unfortunately, he was arraigned in a bulletproof vest. If there were ever a cause for vigilante justice, this is it. But we control ourselves because it’s not politically correct to be cruel to the cruel because those with soft brains say it doesn’t solve anything. But it does. It isn’t worth rehabilitating people like that, it is fair to the victim’s family and friends and it saves a fortune on tax dollars that can be used for other things like the National Shrink Program and State Department dinners. And it is more practical than using the money to buy pampers and formulas for unwed mothers.