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Destined to be Great

George was Born the third Child, in a Family of Working Class people. Mom was a Seamstress, very good with her Fingers, she created fine Stiches to plain Fabrics and gave them Designer looks. She worked long hours in the Garment district of N.Y. with one Goal in mind, no Child of hers would have to work hard for little Money the way she and her Husband did. They lived in a working class Community, it was no Slum, but far from what she wanted for her Kids. Coming up she lived in many Neighborhoods where walking the Streets after sundown Shadows fell quickly on dimly lit Streets and danger lurking around every Corner. Tina was a proud Determined Mother who set goals for her Children, never telling them what she wanted them to be, except Studying was a must, no Children of mine were going to be Bums she would say.

The Children gravitated to their Mother’s ideology, work hard for what you wanted in Life and it becomes attainable. Make Education your Priority she told them. George’s siblings had to work hard to grasp different subject matter, not him, he was a gifted Child, whatever he put his mind to, was a done Deal. He’s been doing it since two years old, reading everything on the Tv screen. He totally bypassed ABCs. One had to be very careful what kind of music that was playing in his presence, he soaked it all up. On one of my visits he sang the entire lyrics of I wana Sex you up. I was blown away, his retention was awesome, almost like Rain Man memorizing the cards in the Deck. Learning came easy for him, I struggled all through H.S. with difficult Math like Algebra and Geometry, also English Literature kicked my ass trying to analyzing Shakespeare and Dickins. My last Semester I cut classes three months, all English Literature and lived to regret, not only because I had to go to Summer school for make-up credit, but missed Graduation ceremony. As a result of the difficulty understanding What Shakespeare wasn’t saying I decided that Higher education wasn’t for me. George excelled in learning like a Fish swim.

By the time he got to H.S he was self Educated from reading whatever he got his Hands on, also he spent most of his time practicing on the old Piano in the Living Room. By his Junior year he was taking College Prep Courses. Needless for me to say that he was a standout in the H.S Band, doing Recitals and Jamming to Benny and the Jets. I must indent, all the members of the Group Emerson Lake and Palmer studied Classical music and ended up playing Rock. If people don’t follow their Heart, and they did what other people want them to do, they ended up hating themselves and you for swaying them. George wanted to write Lyrics and Rhymes, mom wanted a dignified Profession for him. Some of the people he wrote Rhymes with were rapidly approaching Stardom and making Money, while he Slaved over the Books in College, just to please Mom, while his Heart was taking a beating pining after the Stage. He grieved over the tons of Material never to be heard, that he had written. Momma looked down at Hip Hop, she said it was Hood Music, and that they were all Gangsters, how Judgmental he taught, but never argued. He didn’t want to disappoint her, so his Music sat on the sidelines while the Business Boomed. Many of his friends were making huge money, and they weren’t Gangster, or poeessed Hood Mentality. One day one of his Friends had a Premier Party at a local Club, many people in the Industry was invited, so was George. He was Fashionable Late, so he took a Table in the dimly lit Club thinking that his Presence was obscured, at Intermission the lights made People who were aware his Talents bombarded him with Requests, he declined at first, then saw his opportunity to Shine. He took the Stage, Tickled his Rendition of Benny and the Jets, moved on to Pac’s Life and finished up with several of his own Rhymes the agents and Promoters in the Club was Blown away by the Freshness of his Style, the Place Erupted, a Star was Born. Someone in the Audience recorded his closing song, a tribute to his Mother, and presented it to him. He went Home and played it for her, she cried and kissed him. From that point she didn’t care if he signed with Death Row. She knew that she had no right standing in his way. She gave her Blessing and wished him good luck.

Babes in Harm

Been around the World and it’s all the same old thing. Kids having Kids, Parents aren’t there,Grands steps in, if not they raise themselves. Sometimes Mom and Dad lives there, but they are not there. Pops is out Hustling Drugs, instead of minimum wage, too busy making Money or playing the Field. Mommy is so frustrated, she Drinks or hit the stem all Day, sometimes while she sleeps it off we run the Street ragged, Wilding driving the Cops wild. Sometimes out of frustration and to send a message of Power, they Pops one of us, then Momma comes running oh no not my Baby. You gave Birth to me, then continue your Pathetic lifestyle. It’s all about you, so where is the room for me. Please shed no Tears for me Mommy. I am going Home to a better place, where God will take care of me now. Something you’ve never done. If I stayed here I might as well be Departed, with the Street for my Home. There’s just so much living in the street before my mortality walks side by side with me, from either selling or using the Plants.

In Venezuela either we are Orphaned or we Orphan you. Death is Glorious at any age. The Lord looks out for Babies, going Home is a short walk or a Rail Ride. Who said that we were our Brothers Keepers. I’ve been on Cloud nine since the same age as the Cloud I am on. I never have to pay, Slinging for Paco sometimes I have extra, so I reinvest for myself, very dangerous Threading on Paco, just ask all who went before me. People all over the world need to make a decision, take a stance, am I going to be a Parent or a Baby Maker. Dedication to your Children’s upbringing is of the utmost priorities. When I was fourteen I wanted to be a Hoodlum, with strong Stewardship my Mother turned my Ship around from the deep waters of the Street, to a constructive course of Living. Back in olden times raising a Kid was the responsibility of the entire Village. In Venezuela we are failing the Children miserably. If you aren’t sure that Parenting is for you then you should always practice Safe Sex. The World don’t need anymore Stray Cats. “Just another day in Paradise for you and me, is there nothing that you and I can do?”

Insight – Victims and killers: Venezuela youth at sharp end of crime

Relatives of a crime victim cry during a tribute prior to his burial in Caracas.
Relatives and basketball team-mates of a crime victim, carry his coffin prior to his burial in Caracas November 25, 2015. Crime is a top issue for voters in Venezuela ahead of this weekend’s election for a new National Assembly which the ruling Socialists could lose for the first time in 16 years.Children’s rights group Cecodap says the number of crimes committed by minors under the age of 18 rose about 70 percent in 2014 and that a child or adolescent was murdered every 10 hours on average, most of them shot dead. U.N. children’s agency Unicef says Venezuela is the world’s third worst country for murders of young people, only surpassed by gang-plagued El Salvador and Guatemala.

At first sight, Yeyo looks inoffensive: a small, thin adolescent who still wears shorts and talks with a slight stutter.

Yet the 15-year-old from the Venezuelan mining city of Puerto Ordaz, on the banks of the Orinoco river, is already a hardened criminal.

He stole his first phone at 10, then quickly moved on to robbing homes, carjacking and assaulting customers at banks.

For the right money, he kills too.

“You just pull the trigger and that’s it,” the teenager says nonchalantly in the back of a car in the humble neighbourhood, or ‘barrio’, where he is part of a gang of about a dozen members.

“I like the bad life. The power and the money,” adds Yeyo, who takes instructions from older leaders aged between 25 and 30. He has left his family and lives alone though his criminal activities enable him to provide for relatives and sometimes throw lavish parties in the barrio.

Ever more youths like Yeyo are choosing the gang life in Venezuela where state rehabilitation programs are failing, impunity is widespread, and an economic crisis is weighing heavily on the population.

Alejandro Moreno, a Roman Catholic priest whose years living in a poor Caracas neighbourhood have enabled him to study crime close up, needs no statistics. He has witnessed the age of victims and perpetrators dropping in the last two years.

“In the barrios, those with weapons and those behind crime are now kids aged 14, 15 and 16,” laments the white-bearded septuagenarian priest of the Salesian order in his office at a school for children of low-income families.


Violent crime has totally distorted Venezuelan society.

City streets are often deserted after dark. Barrio thugs are role models for many children. Reporters camp at morgues to report weekend death tolls. Even Venezuelans’ beloved beaches are no longer a haven, with gangs sometimes arriving on speedboats to hold people up and take their cash and phones.

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Former President Hugo Chavez was a firm believer that attacking poverty, via a fairer distribution of the OPEC member’s oil wealth, would eliminate crime.

But when that did not materialize, his hand-picked successor Nicolas Maduro, who won power in a 2013 election after Chavez’s death, took a more aggressive line on crime, sending security forces in to combat the gangs.

There are no government statistics yet for 2015, but last year the official murder rate rose to 69 per 100,000 inhabitants, from 39 in 2013.

That in itself is one of the world’s worst, but local monitoring groups say Venezuela’s real rate is twice as high and the government is hiding the scale of the crime crisis.

Teenagers have been prominently involved in some of the nation’s highest-profile crimes of recent times such as the 2014 murders of a former Miss Venezuela beauty queen and a local folk singer, plus a grenade attack on a police station this year.

In response, the government changed the law to double sentences for violent offenders over 14. But it also protected those under 14 from any legal action, even for serious crimes.

Children’s rights groups complain that is helping create the conditions for youngsters to take up a life of crime, while also reducing their chances of rehabilitation later on.

The law also provides for problem youngsters aged up to 13 to enter state programs for psychological and academic orientation, but those involved say the schemes are few and far between, and counsellors do not have the proper training.

“We have had to attend kids who have sexually abused other kids, kids who handle guns and are in crime gangs,” said Angegeymar Gil, a children’s welfare worker in Caracas’ Sucre district, which includes the vast and dangerous Petare slum.

“The kids are going to keep committing crimes, we know, because the state is not properly prepared to stop them.”


Many young delinquents end up in one of Venezuela’s 32 young offenders’ prisons. At one in a working-class part of the capital Caracas, youths with shaved heads, black boots and blue uniforms chant pro-government political slogans in unison.

“Chavez lives!” a guard shouts.

“The fight goes on!” they reply, repeating a popular government refrain before marching to their cells.

Critics say such a rigidly politicized prison regime amounts to brainwashing but government supporters defend it as much-needed discipline and order.


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“It’s a 360 degree transformation of our adolescents,” Prisons Vice-Minister Ramon Garcia told Reuters during a rare media visit to the institution.

For many young criminals, prison is no deterrent, given that 90 percent of crimes go unpunished and it is easy to avoid justice.

Back in Puerto Ordaz, gang members recount how easy it is to pay off the police and prosecutors if necessary.

El Yei is a fellow gang member of Yeyo, older and taller at 17 but lower down the hierarchy because he only joined three years ago. He says he averages at least 150,000 bolivars per month (£15,791) – about 15 times the minimum monthly wage – though one job as a hitman can pay 200,000 bolivars.

“If things get complicated, money fixes everything and you negotiate your freedom,” he laughs, discussing a carjacking he has just carried out.

Though authorities are quick to solve the highest-profile crimes, such as the murder of beauty queen Monica Spear, Venezuelans complain the majority of crimes awaken little interest from police, especially in the poorest areas.

Not far from Yeyo and El Yei’s territory, in the neighbouring city of San Felix, the mud streets and tin-roofed homes of La Victoria suburb are typical of poor areas all over Venezuela where locals often complain of abandonment by security forces.

Del Valle Ruiz, whose nephew was murdered just before he was to graduate as a lawyer, runs a local group called Mothers Promoting Peace that seeks to organise activities for young people as an alternative to crime and violence in San Felix.

Groups like hers have proliferated around Venezuela, trying to combat crime using innovative methods like children’s yoga in a Caracas shanty-town or rugby matches between ex-cons at a ranch used for rum-making.

Ruiz estimates 30 percent of local youths are involved in crime, with children as young as eight and nine used as drug “mules” and shootouts common on street corners.

“That’s our reality. These are desperate days,” she says.

At a meeting in a church in La Victoria on a recent day, some 50 young people were asked who thought their life was at risk. Almost all responded “Yes”.

A few also admitted they were tempted to join local gangs.

“They killed my two brothers here in the barrio. I wanted revenge,” said Jesus, 16. “Then I thought ‘I’ve not met anyone who turns to crime and escapes death’. To die or to suffer, those are the options.”

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Six year-old Mississippi boy was found dead from a gunshot wound on Thursday in the back of a car that had been stolen from his mother hours earlier in Jackson, Miss., the authorities said.

Ebony Archie, the boy’s mother, had left him in a running Toyota Camry at about 1:15 a.m. while she ducked into a Kroger grocery store, according to Heath Hall, a spokesman for Madison County Sheriff Randy Tucker. At some point during the 10 to 15 minutes that she was gone, a Honda Civic pulled up and someone jumped out and got into the Camry, taking the car and the boy, Kingston Frazier.

P.s mothers are supposed to be our protectors.


I am always on the lookout for People and things that are a cut above the average. Like a Man who ran a six Billion Dollars Company who recognized me and my efforts for the Company, showing his appreciation in many ways, and always greeted me with the same respect he gave his Vice-presidents, and Board members. Another Great Man I met in Texas he was worth in excess of five hundred Millions,we sat in the same Room and communicated like we went to the same Public School. Never once spoke over my head or look down at me for not being as Intelligent or Rich as he was. A man who survived the Reign of Terror perpetrated by Hitler, and didn’t Hate every German. A piece of Furniture that survived one hundred and twenty years without a scratch. They are all above the average. Then there was Chippi. A squirrel who was not intimidated by Humans, but instead chose to be friends with them.

The first time I met Chippi, he ran right up to me,stood on his hind legs straight up as if in acknowledgement, and waiting for my response. Most People would have shy away from him, I reciprocatingly gave him a Nut, which he took from my Hand gracefully, back Home in Pennsylvania you don’t do that, because the Species are wild and sometimes aggressive. Back in PA, a Squirrel runs up to you, you probably Kicked it for a Field goal because they are sometimes Rabid. If I was one to make rash Judgment, Chippi would have been over the Goal Post and I would have lost a Friend. I guess it’s true, when you presume, you do make an ass out of yourself. Lucky for Chippi I have always respected all God’s creatures Humans and all, and treated them all with respect. Chippi is nobody’s Pet, he is as Wild as his counterparts in Pa, but as different as Day and Night. Much the same in People, it’s a shame some of us can’t take a lesson from the lowly Rodent, who choose to befriend Humans. What irks the most is people who were Born constipated and always had their Heads looking at their Lower Intestines. I have met people who made minimum wages to six figures, who suffered the Head in Ass syndrome, thinking that they’re better than others. Worst of all they pass the same Constipation on to their Kids. Thats why when I meet People like Jasoul I know that her Kids will get along with Chippi’s Kids.

When I met John Gutfreund his compensation package was over twenty-five million Dollars yearly, but he made me feel comfortable and uninhibited around him, the day I snubbed him, all because I didn’t think it was my place to address him first, is etched in my Brain. That’s why I get so frustrated when I acknowledge Imbeciles and they don’t reciprocate, like the famous movie star and the N.Y Nick B-Ball Player did me when I was nineteen. Nowadays I look mostly away from People, but look Squirrels in the Eye they seem to be a better class. Chippi has more class and personality than most of the People I encounter daily.
In the Garden of Eden, Eve chose the word of the Snake over the Word of God, he had ment for us to get along with all his creations, but we chose to favor some over others, that’s why we are in the Predicament we are in two thousand years later, not living in harmony but instead kicking Squirrels for Field goals.



While you are alive, don’t forget to Live. When the Sandstorm of time leaves you weather beaten (old age) your moments are all you have in Life. When your memory and physique abandons you, your Money becomes of little use. Helen was worth fifty million Dollars, old age caught up with a mean mistress, living in a Nursing Home, her kids did not visit, they were counting her Days and her Money, she could afford round the Clock Nursing at Home. You think you know your flesh and Blood, think again. Your Moment’s are embedded in your Brain, so when all is lost, Great Moments are a click away. If you live long enough, Memory do Fade and great Moments endure. Teddy suffered with Dementia, when he played the Piano it all came back, he Roared. So while you’re still young, take Time for yourself away from yourself. Reflect on your Life, Mental, Physical, spiritual and Social. It’s good to make a lot of money, but never say your Prayers to the almighty Dollar, mom would say. There is more to Life that only your Spirit can touch.

“Biblical” what good is a Man, if he Gains the World and loses his Soul. Paralleled. John owned a multi Million Dollar Home, he spent more time making the Money to pay the Mortgage than he spent Home with the Family (Cats in the Cradle) I am going to be just like you Dad. ” I am Driving my life away looking for a better Day”. After seventy nine Blogs you would think that I am Bored and wanted to move on, not so, these are my Moments that I am sharing. My Wife is Livid about the amount of time I spend Writing, what to do, these are my Moments. Billy Oceans Kids used to call him Mister Billy Ocean when he got a chance to be Home, quite sure there was lots of love there. You need your me moments, your space to stay focused and grounded. If you stay Married long enough you will find out that everybody needs a little get away from each other, when you start knowing what they are going to say before they say it. In a Relationship without space to have your Moments it becomes Possessive and rudimentary. You need your Moments, without them, you snap, crack and pop your Cork on someone and lose them for Life.

My moments allow me to smell the Roses and Sip the Brandy. I once came upon a story of a Woman Dying and her Squalid Apartment was the Bank for forty seven Million Dollars. It’s not hard to lose your Mind, you need to protect it with reflective Moments, where you can ask yourself who is the Man in the Mirror. Your Moment’s are your personal quality time, a Hobby is a great way to lose yourself. When I am on the Ocean, there’s no me, no you and no Worldly pressure, just a Man at peace with my Universe. There the pressures of Living disappear, work a distant memory. Why would I not seek quality Moments when it alleviates stress and puts tranquility in my life. You can’t get away from the Hustle and bustle of Life, but if you stay wired all the time you will suffer Burnouts. The Thread that Binds Sanity wears thin and do Snap, without Moments.

World Class Citizens

Parenting is the hardest job in the world. We all need help, as early as possible teach them to follow speech patterns, and Dialog comprhension, teach them the art of Conversation. Don’t just teach them to Talk.The sooner you can accomplish this, you will have less Tantrums, misbehavior and disciplinary issues. Now you are dealing with a reasonable Person you can communicate with and not a Kid filled with frustration, Aggression and anger. At four years old a kid throws a wicked Tantrum fit, and you don’t handle it properly or not at all, you are mapping a Road Map for future delinquency. Once you have established that you are a great Communicator they will always come back to you for great conversations guidance and Wisdom. Sort of like the Waltons. Not someone forceful, domineering and Confrontational. Darn shame that most Parents do not know that they have it in their power to create World Class Citizens, strictly through Positive Communication. Someone who can Communicate on all levels is less likely to fly in a fit of rage, with unpredictable outcomes. Once we have established that you are someone that they can talk to and not fear, then you set Boundaries and Limitations, someone’s whose trust you have gained will follow like a Disciple.

If you are raising a child who don’t think that their Poop do stink, you will have Hell to pay and Society also. Sometimes that attitude will wreck their lives. Case in point, my youngest son was a Formidable Basketball Player in High School, days before the State Championship, he told his Coach that he did not know his Job. Well I guess he found out the hard way that it do stink. With all the Scouts who came to watch him play, he was only given six minutes of Playing Time in a game that his team was losing, he sank every shot, winning the State Championship. They should not have to learn the hard way that it do Stink. Today he is a Coach himself, how would he feel if some spoiled Runt told him that he didn’t know what he was doing. Your Attitude can Propel you to Greatness, or rub your Face in the Dirt of Humility. By not teaching your Kids Humility and control they think they can commit Murder and get away with it.
Case in point!

Thomas Cullen Davis (born September 22, 1933, Fort Worth, Texas) is an American oil heir and member of a prominent Fort Worth, Texas oil family. Davis is best known for standing trial, and being acquitted, twice in the 1970s, first for the murders of two people at the home of his estranged wife Priscilla on August 2, 1976 and the second two years later for conspiring to murder the judge in his divorce proceedings against Priscilla. At the time of his first trial, Davis was the wealthiest man to have stood trial for murder in the United States. The prosecution alleged in his murder trial that he forced his 12-year-old step-daughter Andrea Wilborn into the basement of Davis’ Stonegate Mansion, making her kneel before shooting her dead, and also shot Priscilla’s live in boyfriend Stan Farr, a former basketball star at nearby Texas Christian University. A Texas jury found him not guilty of the murders. The girl was the daughter of his second wife, whom he was in the process of divorcing.
Is this how you want to be remembered in History. The list goes on and on, people with Larger than Life egos and a Temper to match. For instance, Phil Spector, O.J.Simpson, Claus Von Bulow, Aron Hernandez. All this Tragedy could have been averted if someone had told these People, that Small Axes do cut down big Trees.

Case in point

Judge throws out Aaron Hernandez’s conviction in 2013 murder

May 9, 2017 at 12:30p ET
FALL RIVER, Mass. — Former NFL star Aaron Hernandez’s conviction in a 2013 murder can be erased because he died before his appeal was heard, a judge ruled Tuesday.

Judge E. Susan Garsh said case law in Massachusetts has long established that defendants who have not had the merits of their appeals decided before they die have the right to have their convictions vacated. She said she was compelled to follow it.

The former New England Patriots tight end hanged himself in his cell in a maximum-security prison last month while serving a life sentence on a first-degree murder conviction in the death of semi-professional football player Odin Lloyd. He died five days after being acquitted in a separate double slaying in 2012.

Lawyers for Hernandez had argued that the state’s highest court had applied the legal doctrine “without exception,” even in cases of suicide. They said his conviction wasn’t considered final because the automatic appeal he was entitled to had not been heard at the time of his death.

Prosecutor Patrick Bomberg had argued that Hernandez “should not be able to accomplish in death what he could not accomplish in life.”

But Garsh rejected the argument that Hernandez had forfeited his right to appeal by taking his own life, saying no one can ever know for sure why Hernandez killed himself.

Hernandez’s appellate attorney, John Thompson, told reporters after the hearing that he believes it’s still uncertain as to whether Hernandez took his own life.

Thompson says he has recent correspondence from Hernandez in which he was interested in pursuing an appeal of his conviction. Thompson also said because Hernandez died in prison, it will be difficult to definitively determine how he died.

Hernandez’s lead attorney in his recent double murder trial, Jose Baez, has pledged to do an independent investigation into his death.

State police said in an investigative report that Hernandez was found naked on April 19 and hanging from a bed sheet tied around the window bars of his cell. Correction officers found that cardboard had been shoved into the tracks of Hernandez’s cell door to prevent the door from opening. Hernandez also had put shampoo on the floor to make it slippery, the report states.

An autopsy performed by the state medical examiner’s office determined the cause of Hernandez’s death was asphyxia by hanging and the manner of death was suicide.

Hernandez, who grew up in Bristol, Connecticut, and played football at the University of Florida, was considered an up-and-coming star during his three seasons with the Patriots. He was cut from the team hours after his arrest in the killing of Lloyd.

This is where I rest my case.
You have to tell your Kids that their Shit do stink, and that there are Boundaries, Limitations and Consequences.

P.S. A young Man on his way to be Executed, called his Mother close to the Cell, bit her Ear off, telling her that’s for not telling me that I couldn’t get away Murder.

Peppy le Pew

Peppy was a rescued Dog, I didn’t want the responsibilities of having a Dog. I taught I was only rescuing him from perishing when his Mother abandoned him at Birth. The sight of a Newborn in the Bushes sent chills, my Mind immediately took me to a darker side of Life where Mothers abandoned their Newborns the same way Peppy’s Mother dropped him and ran off leaving him for Dead. Time’s you read about that and you wonder what kind of cold Hearted Person could do that. My Heart could not let me leave him there, helpless and alone, he was only Hours old. I picked him up,cleaned him up,got a Cardboard box, placed Newspaper and a Plate with Milk in it. I placed Peppy and his new Home on the Passenger side next to me for the long ride from N.Y. to Pa. I was quite sure that he was unable to feed himself yet, but none the less I had food close by , in case he was a Fighter like me. I didn’t have a Baby’s Bottle at my disposal, so he had to fend for himself until I could find one.

My guess is that the poor thing didn’t even suck on one Nipple since Birth, he was Starved. He hobbled inside the Plate, took a Bath in the Milk and was able to get some on his face, licked his Mouth and that’s how he had his first Meal. I was proud of both our accomplishments. Eureka Peppy was a Fighter, he got to my Heart, at that moment I decided that Peppy was my Dog. From that day on I did for him all that a Mother facilitated her young to make him grow strong. The more he grew I could tell what Breed he was, he was a Collie. I taught to myself, what a great find. I debated calling him Lass, then I taught of his first hours, how he was determined to Live, feeding himself his first Meal and what a feisty effort it was, then I decided on Peppy. He grew strong and Handsome with a Golden Coat. Within Months I could see his energy level propelling as a true Collie, always wanting to run his Heart out. As he grew he developed a Mutt Mentality and acted like a Stray Dog.

Living in a Gated community where all my Neighbors owned fine well Bred Westminster type Dogs, Peppy brought me a lot of grief. Everyone knows that in a Gated community there are rules and regulations out the you know what. Peppy broke them all, a loose Dog in the Community cost the owner thirty Dollars per occurrence, this Dog was costing me plenty, he must have been trained by Houdini. Not only did he get loose often, but he would Trash the Neighbors Garbage Cans looking for Food. Definitely a Stray Dog Mentality, considering I was Cooking for a World Class Resort, This Dog ate better than most people, Fillet Mignon, Prime Rib, T Bone, NY Strip the best of cuts all Rare. He had no reason to embarrass me like that, I got tired of cleaning up his mess. I taught to myself a lot of people are just like Peppy, they come from good Homes, good upbringing and good Education, but they posses a Stray Dog Mentality. They would leave their fine Suburbs, come to Manhattan and let loose on the Booze the Drugs Prostitution and all the low life activities, then go back Home like nothing happened. Peppy would do the same, come back Home like nothing happened knowing that he did wrong, sneaking up to me like he was the good Dog that I was training him to be, all the time a no good Mutt. I had no choice but to do what every good Parent should do, once they pour their Resources into a Child’s upbringing. After all your hard work and a child choose to be a Mutt, a Deviant, a Gangster a low life, you have given all the opportunity for them to mend their ways and they choose to crawl in dirt, you cut them loose. I gave Peppy to the Shelter. With all his charms he would not be there long.

P.S. case in point, Stand up Dad revisited, an earlier post.
People will always be who they are, so will Dogs.

Favorite Son

Mothers are supposed to be our protectors, our Guardian Angels. Julie however did not see it that way. When she was young she fell in love with an older Man, suave and debonair, also well to do, but a Player non the less, she was totally overwhelmed by his charms. Women are so foolish when it comes to that type of thing, they are so easily played. If I was a woman and a Man turned on the charm on me like that, to the point where I was helpless and could not say no to his Casdanova’s suave style. That would set off a red light in my Mind, that this Guy could charm a Hooker out of her hard earned money, and instead pay him for his services. Some Guys are just that good, most young Women have no defenses to a man like that. Julie was a sucker for his charms, she crumbled and had a child for him.

Did not take long for her to realize that she was taken for a ride and that this Man was a formidable Player, and that she wasn’t the first and by no means the last. Some Guys think that it is a form of conquest to have a whole lot of kids with different Women, sort of like a Sheikh and his Harem. Julie’s Heart was shattered, but the Child she had for him kept her Heart happy that she had something of his, that one day may bring him back. All this Child was to her was a Memorabilia of someone she would never have. She spoiled the Child rotten, never setting limitations or Boundaries. The Child grow wild and out of control, a ticking Time Bomb. Nine years went by Julie met another Man got married and had a child. Bad mistake, for nine years it was only the two of them, the Kid was quite satisfied with the way things were, no one else for her to share her affections with. The jealousy and resentment on his part was never masked, jealous of his new Brother and resentment of the Stepfather.

Big Brother was not up to sharing his Mother with some Half Brother, he rebelled, whined and snickered, always up in her arms where his infant Brother should be, in her Lap and in her Bed. For God’s sake what does it takes for someone to call the Child Psychologist. What is it? Am I the only one with a figurative Head on my Shoulder. Jealously was rampant in this little spoiled rotten Brat, after a while it finally hit him square in the face. Little Brother was here to stay, unless he took him out of the perfect Picture that once was, the relationship he once shared with his own personal Mom. I don’t remember when the Beatings started, I believe it was when the infant was one. This little Monster unleashed a campaign of Terror on his infant Brother. The Infant had Black Eyes, and highly visible Bruises representative of Abuse. The Baby always showed signs of fear for Big Brother, always cowering from sharp advances. Mother was as demented as son, all the time looking the other way, Daddy Chicken Shit fearing losing his beautifully Ugly new Wife refused to face the reality of what was transparent. They both neglected to put a stop to the Terror the Child was undergoing, at the hand of his Evil Stepbrother. The Abuse continued for four more years before eunuch Dad decided that Marriage or not, after cries and prompting from onlookers urged him to stand up and be a Father to his Child.

It was apparent that the Ignorant Woman chose to be Mother to only one Child,whose Dad was a constant reminder of her first Love. Without a doubt as evil as her Terroristic Son.the beating did not stop until the helpless Child ended up in the Hospital with Bowels obstruction and intestinal damage, where Big Brother had targeted his blows to avoid detection. As everyone knows that Psychopaths are clever in covering their Tracks. Am I the only one here that see a clear case of Child neglect, abuse and conspiracy, these People should be in Jail, one thing for certain, they will have to deal with their conscience and their God. Life is so ungiving,there are People out there that posses all the traits of good Parents and can’t have kids, and others that shouldn’t have a Pet, have all the Children they wants.

Father And Son

Father is flying a kite.
His son is watching him carefully.
After some time son says
“Dad. Because of the string the kite is not able to
go any further higher.”
Hearing this, the father smiles and breaks the
string. The kite goes higher after breaking of the
thread and then shortly after that it comes and
falls on the ground.
The child is very dejected and sad. The father sits
next to him and calmly explains :
“Son, in life we reach a certain level of prosperity
and then we feel that there are certain things in
our life that are not letting us grow any further like
Home, Family, Culture Friendship etc.
We feel we want to be free from those strings
which we believe are stopping us from going
But, remember son. Going higher is easier than
staying at the higher level.
And friends, family and culture etc are the things
that will help us stay stable at the high heights
that we have achieved.
If we try to break away from those strings our
condition will be similar to the kite.”
Moral : “Never go away from culture, family,
friends and relationships as they help keep you
stable while you are flying high.”
Life is Beautiful!! Enjoy it ..

by Gift

A Rock And A Hard Place

Dear Gift I need some advise from your followers.
I was in a relationship with a married man for 1 year & 3 months but we started seeing each other it didn’t start off as a relationship but eventually strong feelings developed & there the relationship started. He’s currently going through a divorce with his wife but we have separated 2 months now where he hardly talks to me. I love him & I don’t want to give up on him because I have been there for him when he was going through his problems with his wife before they filed for divorce. He has become distant with me , I have asked him why he’s moving like that & says he’s just keeping to himself & just quiet. I love this man more than anything & I really want to be with him but I often wonder if to him his space & hope that we will b together again like we used to? Don’t know what to do…….help!

My Advice is if you were not instrumental in the break up your conscience should be clear, if he has a good Heart he will remember that in his moments of Despair you were there for emotional Rescue. Remember anything in Life that is worth having is worth Fighting for. Anthony

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