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To Your Own Self Be Real

 

Pretending can consume an entire life, it started when we are children, we play house she was the momma you were the poppa, you were the bad guy I was the good guy. fine and dandy what else are kids going to do but emulate others, the sad part is it never ends. Now you reach adolescent and the pretense grows into juvenile delinquent because you are pretending that you are cool and you know everything. Still it doesn’t end, a cool teenager who knows everything is dangerous to themselves and others because puberty is coming to an end and pretending to be a man is the ultimate pretense. You can make Babies but a man stands up to his responsibilities and stands by his woman, sometimes to the end.

 Now you are a player you pretend to be someone  trustworthy and caring while you pretend with the concubine that you are serious about them while your eyes are glued on their girlfriends. So far nothing about you is real, you deceive your parents by undermining their wisdom, and those that live lifestyles you should avoid, you emulate pretending to be them.( cats in the cradle, I’m going to be just like you Dad) a deserter and an abuser. Where does the pretending ends, it doesn’t, you pretend to do better than your means hocked to your eyeballs keeping up with the Kardashian pretending to live a picture perfect lifestyle even though you know it’s only Hollywoodlife, make believe. My God will the real you please stand up.

My Nemesis

The rest of your life you continue the Sham that you are better than your fellow man while you pretend to believe in God and is quick to kill to make a point. You profess your Love only to end in deceit, you take a Job to serve the People only to have them serve your pretentious and deceptive ideals. You pretends  to serve God but the Devil is your master  ( many will profess my name) I once knew a Preacher and a Decon who bragged of their conquest among the Congregation. Years ago a church going God fearing man killed his wife and his Minister, I wonder how long he endured the deception before he lost his way. Even since childhood when I was not worthy of being a Christian Woman’s child I never pretended to be an Angel, I left that to the Hypocrites.

 When I grew to be a Man I chose to be Real, I did  unto others and expect likewise, I  commanded respect for who and what I portrayed myself to be. I chose one Woman and over thirty seven years I stayed the course, never once unfaithful. When you tell lies, each time you try to cover your tracks you dig a deeper Hole. After a while the broken hearts, broken mind spirit and souls you put in that hole forms a mound to the high Heaven’s. To survive in a world of deception you need to read more than just print, body language is highly underrated. In High School one of my English Literature Teacher constantly challenged me to tell her what is the Author not saying, she taught me how to live in a deceptive World.

Later on in life I once told my supervisor that I could spot a slacker one mile in the Fog, she didn’t believe me. She got promoted to regional manager and was fired in six months. If you can read body language it becomes your Lighthouse in a storm of deception. Something I read on the subject goes, it is important to understand the role that deception plays in our emotional lives,  because it impedes self understanding and the formation of justified beliefs about ourselves, others and the world as a whole. Deception inhibits our attempt to become more reflective in our understanding, clarifying and evaluating our emotions. Self deception and willful ignorance pose a serious impediment to reflective cognitive affective and conative growth. It also inhibits our attempt to make more reflective evaluations of our institutions, social practices and ideologies that shape and are shaped by our self interpretations. Meaning that deception screws you up and all around you. In the end I say live the life and be proud of what you are.

Pinellas Kids

If you have been following this Web page you would have noticed that it is filled with mentioning my troubled youth. My goal is to inspire change in young people’s lives and to instigate quality parenting not only for people who have good kids who are capable of raising themselves, but for those who have kids who needs more attention like I did. My Mother made a full time job out of turning my life around from wallowing with the underbellies of society, and she succeeded. If she didn’t when I was seventeen and the Neighborhood Dealer approached me with an offer that I did refused and my cousin accepted the street would have won. My cousin became very wealthy, did fifteen years in Prison, along the way he caught five bullets and is now going blind from a disease that he picked up in Prison.

 

 

All parents aren’t cursed with bad ass children but if you do your Job early in their lives, you never have to face the grief my mother did being a good Christian Woman that she was, I went to H.S with a Preacher’s son who was womanizing and abusive. as the saying goes God help those who help themselves. She was in desperate need of his help with me, and he facilitated. Look at the way I turned out, never once arrested, never did one day in Jail, live in a private community that does background check in order for you to live there and well respected by all. I drive expensive cars from earning a honest living, a successful life if you asked me. I take no credit for the way my life turned out. I thank the Lord and you Mom.

 

 

 

That’s why this Blog is dedicated to the kids of Pinellas County. One month ago I posted a Blog titled Dying In the Name of fun three Kids age 14 15 and sixteen lost their lives in a fiery crash while driving in excess of 100 Mph. The County and the general public have been plagued with an epidemic of youthful car thieves, the General consensus is they are bored and it’s all for fun. BS I say to that, back in the my days you steal a Car and straight to the Chop Shop it goes, money in pocket eases the consequence. The Heart of the matter goes to the same reason Kids turn to Gang Life.

 

 

 

They see all the Wealth around them and they develop a defeatist attitude that they are never going to see any of it, so selling Drugs is the only way out. BS again,  when I was twenty one Organized Crime scouted me the same way that the Neighborhood Dealer did, offered me four thousand dollars per week to deliver Heroine to Harlem’ s Bodegas, Record Shops and other locations Killos at a time. My cousin ran Killos from Florida to New York, that’s what made him rich and got him fifteen years in Prison. The difference between the Kids in Pinellas County, my cousin and I was the woman I called Mom. My Aunt was money hungry she instilled her values in her Kids, they all did jail time except for one. The oldest boy had a mind of his own, so did I. I had the power of Reason I chose to be poor and free also to avoid Bullets.

 

 

 

Most of all mother had instilled Christian Values to live by, foundation to build the Life I now live. Another factor that I attribute Pinellas Kids Hi-jinks to, is their Parents, many of them just kids themselves. Also just grown-up kids themselves who were bad ass themselves who are still living bad lives. Kids learn values by watching the way you live your life. St Petersburg Chief of Police plans to visit with the ones who are locked up to find answers to the problem, I say go visit the parents and see where these kids are coming from, the offenders are in the thousand. I’ll give you 10-1 odds some of these homes one parent is incarcerated or should be. This website tells you over and over anyone can make Babies not all can be good Parents or should be Parents, because they have no values themselves so how can you teach what you don’t know.

 

  • Pinellas County Medical Examiners move the body of one of the crash victims into a van at the scene of a fatal vehicle crash Sunday, Aug. 6, 2017 in Palm Harbor. Three boys died in the high-speed crash which occurred along Tampa Road in Palm Harbor. Pinellas Sheriff Bob Gualtieri said the boys had "extremely extensive criminal histories," including serial car thefts like those chronicled in a series of stories recently by the Tampa Bay Times.

 

I was sixteen when my Mother tried  crippling me for coming home five Am drunk and stoned. I have often wondered why she never put me in Juveniles Detention. Years later I realized that she had faith and confidence in me and in her parenting skills. She was Clergy, Cop and Psychologist to me. May God help those lost Souls in Pinellas.

Seasons Change

 

life is like two nano seconds, it happens way too fast not to seize precious time given to us. In my mind’s eye I still see my first day of school, not paying attention to the teacher, instead I watched the freightliners drifting across the Bay. Then in a flash the years had passed, and the child was now a man raising children of his own and his own childhood had drifted by. When my kids were eleven I went out of my way to provide play time and to make sure they weren’t burning themselves out with school work, what did I know  that the sooner you applied yourself to the task, the earlier  success can be achieved.

 

When my hero Mattie  Stepanek was eleven he was preparing to die while writing poems and Books. In Mat’ s case he was forced to live his days in nano  time because his time on this Earth was etched with the urgency of his mortality, that extinguished his light at thirteen. Some of us are blessed or cursed with visions of our mortality, so we make hay while the sun shines.  When I was fourteen  I was barreling down on my mortality by wanting to live the street life. I once  beat a Bully  senseless not knowing that his two older brothers seventeen and eighteen had killed many people and that I was next, fate have always been my protective gear like a bullet proof vest, the hands of fate snatched the two executioners up in a hail of bullets before they caught up to me, to extract revenge.

 

Still oblivious of the urgency of steering the Ship called life fast and straight. High School was one big party it was the age of Disco,  party till you drop. Before I knew it the portal for higher learning was closed, a Husband and Father had no time for School. The Seasons had changed. Life comes at you fast, whatever your Hands touch do it with all your might. My life reflects the life of many who took it all for granted, wasted youth can never be relived, not realizing that your lifespan  is only a portal that allows you to maximize the time given us all, before it’s closed. Use it wisely before the last grain of sand descends.

 

That is why I am here  to tell, that it is never too early to reach your potential to do great things with your life, the way that God planned it for you. Don’t be distracted by frivolity. Growing up fast and straight at an early age  is prodigious and wise. Too many of us live our lives in a childlike wander where playtime dictates adult life. My friend Mattie had lived four seasons in one early spring.  When he Died at thirteen he was an Author, Poet and friends with Presidents. If I knew then what I know now the winter of my discontent would be one of bountiful harvest. Neil Young puts it best when he said it’s better to burn out than fade away.

Toby

Toby was born a happy Baby,  some  babies  comes out screaming and kicking all the way to Kindergarten. Not Toby it’s as if he was happy to be here. All that happiness and contentment was about to change for him the day his Dad walked out on his mother. It’s the same old story misery loves company. Toby was the splitting image of his father, that spelled trouble for a child who was to become the recipient of the wrath, from a woman scorned. This is something that have troubled me the better part of my life, someone would have A bug up their Ass about someone or something, and they would take it out on the first person they came in contact with.  For instance  man who hates his job, instead of finding another one he stays at his place of misery while it eats him alive. Comes home to the ones who love him and make their lives a living hell.

 

Josh was a hardworking family man, his children were friends of mine, for the entire ten years I associated with them there was not one day that he came home straight from work and didn’t stop at the Bar. Did he hate his Job or his wife. Toby was stuck between a rock and a hard place. The abuse started with her screaming at him for the most trivial of mishaps. The poor kid’s nerves were shot before he started school with a speech impediment. The stuttering began when she asked him a question and didn’t give him time to collect his thoughts and give an answer. By the time he got to Grade School he was an introvert who spoke only when he was spoken to. Kids are more brutal than Adults, some people posses Tact and try not to hurt other people’s feelings whenever possible. Not Kids, maybe because they don’t know any better or weren’t  taught early.

 

The torture he endured at home began to multiply at school by heartless kids who taunted him about his stuttering. When I was twelve my friend Charles was a gifted student, he stuttered also. I learned to listen and give him all the time in the world to get it out. The other kids in school never messed with him, because they knew that once the stuttering stopped, a point was well made. Not so in Toby’s  case when he didn’t get it out fast enough the crude abandoned woman he called mom would ask him what! are you stupid, the kids were equally brutal, they called him Tu-Tu-B. With years of repressed anger one day he went berserk on one of his tormentors at school. He was now labeled aggressive and antisocial. Isn’t that always the case someone constantly pokes you with a stick one day you take it from them and hit them over the head, now you are the bad one.

 

There’s always a Solution

Toby was poked at home, in the streets and at school someone going Postal was being created. Whenever I hear about someone going crazy and taking up a vantage location high up with enough firearms to start a war killing as many as they can before the cops kill them, I think of Toby and how many more are there waiting to strike. In that case there’s no end in sight, because making other people’s lives a living hell is a national epidemic, at school at work and at home. Today among teenagers we have what’s called the Beat down, as many as eight against one. It appears to me that we are creating these monsters with the lack of humanity and incivility. Cold headedness is the norm,  once having a conversation at work about the Homeless people, a coworker nineteen years old asked me in a snide way,  what would you have us do with them Tony. I said to myself welcome to the future.

Taking Shape

How they grow up is all up to you

Moulding your children does not mean creating a carbon copy of you. It means shaping, creating structure and adding values to their lives. Being controlling  overbearing and a Dictator robs them of their individuality. No one has the right to deny one’s individualism, not even a parent. Your job is to cultivate them to be the best they can be as an individual thinker. Your ideals can of the greatest Christian teaching, but we all have faults, it’s for us to highlight their shortcomings to them and allowing them to repair themselves. By constantly browbeating and berating, all that does is to create resentment and Rebellion. Don’t forget that God made Man in his own image, look around you and see how many of us walk in his teaching, loving our neighbors and following the other nine Commandments. If he could not bring out the perfection that’s within us . What makes you think that as a Parent we can have success with our Offsprings all the time. Remember that you can lead a mule to the water, making him drink is another story. People will always be who they are. Even though they carry your genes there can be night and day contrast in personality.

 

There’s always a Solution

Don’t forget Freud had a hard time putting it all together, it didn’t come to him overnight, you never know what a mind is going to gravitate toward, good or bad. You can perform Lobotomy on some people and you still aren’t going to change their thinking. Your heroic efforts are noted, but all you can do is show them the way and hope that they gravitate to your teaching. Several weeks ago one of my coworker slept while her fourteen year old was out four am with his friends stealing cars and racing them at speeds exceeding 100 mph. They were part of a click who played Devil’s advocate video recording themselves and Posting it on Social media, three of them died that Sunday morning. I will say it again Lobotomy can’t save some people. If your life has been charted ill- fatefully only the hand of God can alter it’s course. And on the other hand the Lord helps those who help themselves. If you don’t teach them values and put structure in their lives and when they choose to live on the fringes of death and insanity, then the inevitable happens don’t ask why me Lord.

 

 

It goes back to the first two people on earth they chose  to listen to the voice of the Serpent who represented evil, it continued to the the young Farmer who killed his brother out of jealousy  and It never got any better to the point where Jesus had to lay down his Life. All this and you expect me to be amazed at anything that people allows themselves to become. you can invest a lifetime of teaching and Money in a child and they choose to be exactly who they choose to be. When I was fourteen years old, I smoked Marijuana with a twelve year old kid who went to Catholic school he introduced me to the finest Weed grown in every corner of the world. So don’t tell me about Public Schools and Home Environment, his Parents were top of the Heap, upstanding citizens. It’s amazing how both of our lives paralleled, we both could have turned out to be big time Drug Dealers but instead we both grew up straight and strong. What good would it have been if we both became Kingpins, but in the process we lost our Souls. Remember, we are going to be who we want to be, don’t forget that we are individuals, individual thinkers and no one can tell us at fourteen that we are stupid. The only double edge sword in Parenting is when you don’t try to show them the way how to let their lives take shape, when you allow them to run amuck without a Compass, then it’s all on you.

Speed Kills

 

It’s takes me where I want to go. That’s all a Car is supposed to be Transportation,  not a Toy, it’s too dangerous to be operated in a frivolous and callous manner. Keeping your Vehicle in road worthy conditions could mean life or death in an accident situation. When I started driving , Heaps were all I could afford. I went out and bought the Chilton Books on every Heap I drove. I bruised knuckles and more learning how to keep them running, I got good at it, to the point where if my Car broke down, I could get myself back on the Road. So it’s no wonder that today I Drive year to date cars and still think of a thirty thousand dollars vehicle as a heap. Because that is what they become within five years of poor Mentainance. Three months ago my free Mentainance expired, at that point my service manager presented me with a list of things to do, at the tune of eight hundred dollars, plus two hundred for oil change. Once your contact expire, they are waiting for you, and your lack of knowledge.

 

 

I taught to myself, with all my years of working  on Heaps, to work on a Car two years old, with twenty five thousand miles, is an avid do it yourselfers Dream. I went out and bought new automotive tools to do my first oil change, outside of the Mentainance Contact. Jacked up and secured with Jack-stands, I crawled  under. Now I am on my Back, inspecting what  thirty thousand got me. To my surprise, an Engine and a Transmission built from Aluminum, harnessing a Beast that does 175. One thing I know about Aluminum is that they don’t handle heat as well as Steel, also they shatter with impact. Changing the Oil on New Cars is not ment for novices, it’s the way the Factory make sure you take them back to the Dealership for everything. Half an hour later I have saved myself two hundred plus, and learned a lot about the vehicle, and as the result of their inexpensive manufacturing, one should use the utmost of care operating them. The Way they are Built traveling at high speed and making impact could be devastating. As I have said, Transportation and not a fun Toy. Toys and games are for Kids, you silly Wabbit. After the  Oil change it ran better than the day I drove off the Lot. Still not broken in , it does 175, I would be more than Mad to take it up and beyond 100.

It doesn’t have to be like this

 

 

I once knew a Valet who got caught doing in excess of 100 in a 55 mph zone, there are many more like that out there, be wary. Again Transportation is all its supposed to be, even if it has a wet Bar and the kitchen sink. One O-clock in the Afternoon, I am traveling on the Parkway in Queens, I am doing 65 or better in a 55 mph zone. Two Cars racing blew my Doors off both doing better than 100, in thirty seconds they were almost a mile in front of me, simultaneously they both decided to enter my Lane, the middle Lane. They slammed together bouncing off the other, nothing left but littered Roadway, Plastic, Steel and Parts. I miraculously avoided the Carnage by driving on the Grassy shoulder. I didn’t stop, my Stomach wouldn’t let me. Speed Kills more times than not.

They have their fatalities too

 

I always exceede the speed limit by ten miles P.H. to avoid Clutter Driving, everybody doing the same speed limit looking inside each other’s vehicle. Once I have distances myself from the Clutter, I relax my speed. Whenever I am in a clutter situation, I know that I need to be ahead of it, or behind it. Never drive in the middle of clutter, S**t happens. In a clutter driving pattern, you have no out in mishap occurrences, when you are in the middle there is no place to go. A lot of people think that driving is a big Joke, my Childhood friends Gary and Owen  both with brand new Cars, they thought that driving was a joke.  Two seventeen years old and three twenty years old, bouncing from one party to another, having one or two mixed Drinks at each stop. On our way to the last stop, driving on the highway, inebriated and all, the drivers decided to race. I was a passenger in the front,  so my eyes never left the console, the needle went past 110,  when we entered the exit Ramp we were doing 90. We traveled the entire Ramp on two wheels. I was just about sitting in the driver’s lap trying my best not to do anything to distract him, averting him from  flipping the car killing us all.  The Lord do look out for stupid Babies playing with grown-up Toys. He saved my life so I can be here to tell other Fools, Don’t Do It! SPEED KILLS.

Used to be a maserati

The Driver of this Maserati killed himself and his two  young sons.  Was speed a factor?

 

Save Driving / Road Rage

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There’s nothing like a long Trip Cross country, to teach you about Traffic Flow and speed control. If city Driving could emulate the above, accidents would drop to an astonishing level. your nerves would love you. Also your fellow Drivers would love you for not cutting them off within inches of calamity,  thus reducing Road Rage. On the  Highways  going Cross Country, most people use their signals, spaces themselves and don’t try to run you off the Road to get to their exit Ramp, further reducing Road Rage. you have been commuting this strip for  twenty years, yet you think you are Cute waiting for the last minute,  the last hundred feet to get in the proper Lane to make your exit, causing major Traffic Jams. Rightfully you should be in the proper Lane at least one Mile before you get to your Exit. The difference between a good Motorist and Piss Poor Driver is I position my Vehicle in the proper Lane two to three miles before my Exit, not worrying about squeezing anyone, putting a wet blanket on the Flames of Road Rage.

 

Driving in Texas was a refreshing Eye Opener for me. Rush hour Driving was a refreshing Breeze, no one in a hurry Driving like a Taxi Driver, or trying to make a Pizza Delivery while it’s still hot. It’s as if there were no Rush hour at five PM. The Traffic Flow and speed control was Fluid, the civility and courtesy was infinite.  In a place where everyone owns a six shooter, there better not be any Road Rage, there would be nothing but Dead Men behind the Wheel. The Civilized Driving I experienced in Texas should spread like a Virus across the country.  All the States that I have traveled in the N.E to the S.E. could take a lesson from Texas. In my neck of the woods, Tampa Florida, Road Rage is the norm. Everyone drive like a Taxi driver or a Ambulance Driver, break neck speeds for one Mile to address the next Stop Light. At the Stop sign no one stops Legally, they usually stop or pump their Brakes beyond the Sign, not before the Sign. Like a Drummer keeps Tempo, they can’t wait to take the Right of Way from you  at a Right on Red intersection. In Rush hour traffic no matter how well you weave Traffic, your E.T.A. is not going to be much better than mine following the Traffic Pattern.

The way many of you drive facilitates Road Rage, cutting people off in tight spaces, not signalling before you make your turn, driving with a B***h attitude like your Daddy built this Road specifically for you.  Still that doesn’t excuse Barbaric behavior behind the wheel, not all bad Drivers drive like a  Jackass intentionally,  some just can’t help themselves, they never took the time to learn, or no one ever took the time to teach them Road Suave. They say that the Lord watch over fools and Babies. But they also say that God bless those who try to help themselves. A Woman driving on the Pennsylvania Turnpike found that out about ten years ago. She inadvertently cut off a Tractor trailer,  the big Moron followed her for miles to extract respect, not taking into consideration that his vehicle weighed twenty eight Tons more than the Sedan she was driving.  The Murderous Driver ran the poor Woman on her way home to her family off the Road into a Tree, killing her instantly.  These are the People you share the Roadways with daily, so the next time you decide to cut someone off in tight quarters ask yourself  do I know the Monster behind the wheel. several years ago High Noon in Greenwich village New York city, a minor Fender bender in Rush hour traffic. The Driver of the Maserati got out of his car, Gun drawn in an execution stance,  shot and killed his fellow Motorist over a five hundred Dollars touch up paint job. Getting behind the wheel is forever a Life and Death situation, so the next time you are about to abandon Civility, think about the two victims of Road Rage among the many others.

 

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Man suspected of killing teen because he ‘didn’t want her to merge into traffic’ surrenders to police

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David Desper, 28, has been charged with first- and third-degree murder in the road rage killing of Bianca Nikol Roberson, 18, on June 28. (Reuters)

Police have arrested a Pennsylvania man suspected of fatally shooting an 18-year-old driver in a fit of road rage because, a prosecutor said, he “didn’t want her to merge into a lane of traffic.”

David Desper, 28, is charged with first- and third-degree murder, possession of an instrument of crime and reckless endangering, according to Philadelphia ABC affiliate WPVI. He surrendered to authorities around 2 a.m. Sunday, ending a three-state manhunt.

The shooting occurred during rush hour on Wednesday, as Bianca Nikol Roberson was returning home from a shopping trip for college clothes.

The teen and another driver started to merge into the same lane, “jostling for the position” on Route 100 in West Goshen Township, more than 30 miles from Philadelphia, said Michael Noone, first assistant district attorney for the Chester County District Attorney’s Office. Roberson’s vehicle veered from the roadway and crashed into a tree, police said in a statement.

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But the officers who responded to the crash soon determined that the teen had been shot in the head, police said. She was pronounced dead at the scene. The other driver was nowhere to be found.

NoneDavid Desper. (West Goshen Township Police Department)

“We’re doing everything we can to catch this suspect and bring him to justice,” Noone told The Washington Post on Friday.

West Goshen Township is at the southeastern tip of Pennsylvania, near the border with Delaware and New Jersey, so authorities searched for the suspect — described in initial reports as a white man between 30 and 40 years old in a red pickup truck — in three states.

The truck was last seen exiting Route 202 onto Paoli Pike.

Roberson had graduated from Bayard Rustin High School in West Chester, Pa., and was set to attend Jacksonville University. She had hoped to one day work for the FBI, according to WPVI.

“She was a good girl, honor roll student, looking forward to going to college,” her father, Rodney Roberson, told the news station.

He pleaded with the other driver to help close his daughter’s case.

“If you don’t even think it was your fault, and have a conscience, come forward and give us some closure and explain in your own words what happened,” he said, according to the news station.

While speaking to reporters on Thursday, Chester County District Attorney Tom Hogan also directly addressed the other driver.

“To that man who fired that shot, turn yourself in now,” Hogan said. “Every second you are out there, you are only making this worse for yourself and making this worse for the family.

Drive To live

Green Key Road is one of my favorite places, the Road becomes a Peninsula at the end. Lush with Nature Preserves, it is a place where I go to get away from the hustle and bustle of Living, a place where I go to find inspiration. It is this type of Living I had in mind when I bought my Car. That’s why I appreciate my Car and treat it with the utmost of respect. Not to impress anyone that it is a Technological wonder that says good by when I no longer need it’s service, or the fact that I can take it up to one seventy. Or that I am one of the best Motorist on the roadway, its about getting it from point A to point B in one piece. To accomplish that, you need to follow Road safety. Signaling is not an option, not an occasional thing you do at your discretion. Traveling in packs side by side and tailgating is a foolish way of Driving, and is unsafe.

Excessive Speed Kills, if not it causes mangling of fine Contours, ten M.P.H over the speed limit keeps you away from the Herds. It also keeps you from developing Points on your License. The way that I love Driving, losing my License would be equivalent to losing my wife, because my Car is my other Woman. Without your Driving privileges you can’t go to the Places I go to forget about Life for a while. At that point Life comes cascading down on you like an Avalanche, no Job no social Life, worse no Freedom of the Road, which to me is like Freedom of Speech. When I get behind the wheel the only thing on my mind is the operation of the Vehicle, also Music to keep me calm cool and focused, not to distract me. In Text Book talk Focusing on the Task is Tantamount, taking your Eyes off the Road for one second depending on the rate of speed can be Deadly. One day while Traveling from Pennsylvania to N.Y I pulled over at a Rest Area, getting back on the Highway rolling at less than two miles P.H, Tuning the Radio and not paying attention, I jumped the Curb, damaging my Rim and Tire. Two seconds that’s all it took and Baam! If I was traveling at sixty and hit the Curb the Car would have flipped. No One goes out looking for Accidents, its the things that we do that creates them. My car allows me to Text from the Dashboard, to some People that’s like pointing a loaded gun while they are sneezing. Today’s Automobiles are so Technologically equipped accident statistics should be dropping, but they keep going up. That’s a reflection on the Drivers. The original concept of this Website was to focus on Safe driving but I got distracted . Distraction behind the wheel can change your whole life.

There are other factors such as Driving Impaired. Precious was a Childhood friend, one Night she went to a party, coming Home she chose to ride with a Drunk, that was the last decision she made on this Earth, only nineteen. The Driver hit a light pole, she hit the Windshield, the Driver in a state of near Comatose suffered not a scratch. Overconfidence also Kills, five young Boys out on the Town on a Saturday night. Gary and Owen both twenty, both owners of brand new Cars. Charles and I both seventeen year old riding with Gary. We went to a party, everyone had no less than two mixed Drinks, the Drivers had three or four. While bouncing from one party to another, racing at speed of up to one hundred and twenty miles per hour. We did not come up on the exit Ramp, it came up on us, not enough distance to brake properly, we entered the Curbed Ramp at ninety mph. Our Car navigated the Ramp on two wheels, without my clawing myself from making contact with the steering wheel we would all be Dead. How ignorant of young people to be so adventurous, not taking Driving seriously.

Adults who don’t follow Road Rules are equally Dangerous, commuting a hundred miles a day for twenty five years and waiting until you are a half a mile from your exit Ramp to get in the proper lane is beyond Stupid. Being compressed with Steel and Glass is not my idea of going Peacefully. Attitudes behind the wheel is childish and immature, many times people who cut me off within two Cars length, I later pass exchanging information or in a Ditch. Good Driving is a state of Mind like Chess, to each action there is a reaction. If you have been Driving for fifty years, and you never bothered to learn the right way, you don’t know what you are doing, that makes you Dangerous. Once I entered an eight mile incline, only to realize on two inches of snow that I had no Brakes. If I had panicked, I would not be here to tell you that I used my emergency Brakes, gently applying and releasing along with downshifting, eight miles to the bottom. If that’s not Driving to Live, I don’t know what is, there were bottomless drops to my Left all the way. I didn’t care if the transmission bursts in Flames, I was bent on Living. Finally, Driving is my Passion and that is why I Drive to Live.

I Drive to Live

Westminster

Some days its a Dog’s life

The way they have those Dogs trained, you have your nerves calling them Dumb Animals. These Dogs have more style and Grace than many of us, walking upright. If the time and effort invested in these Canines, producing such success, why is it not the same with Children. Are you telling me that Humans have learning disabilities in performance of their training, molding and Grooming by their Parents. If you have a Pet and you don’t corral it’s behavior, you let them run wild trashing your House, without scolding and admonishing them all because you Love them. When they get out on the Street they will be Hell to pay. I hate to say it it’s exactly the same with Kids. My Mother once told me a story of a young Man on his way to be Executed, called his Mother to his Cell Door in a whisper, bit her Ear off, telling her that’s for not telling me that I couldn’t get away with Murder. By not structuring their lives and letting them know that there are limitations and consequences, you are raising a nuisance to Society. People who don’t think that their Poop stink, are Rude and Obnoxious, a step further, they think they can commit Murder, they think they can commit Rape with impunity. Don’t take my word, look at all the Rapes in College Dorms, blame it on the Booze, as Jamie says blame it on the aaaaaaaa Alcohol. No I am blaming you the parents. When my Kid came home from College, gets dropped off in front of my House, Barfed his guts out on my sidewalk, I told him the next time he did that his belongings would be next to his Puke. Never drank a Beer before College, extra curricula activity I guess.


Whenever they gets harsh Sentencing, you weep, is it for them, or for you because you didn’t do your Job. Well Rounded out People are a Rare Breed, we all have our faults, abnormal Genes, Idiosyncrasies and big Attitudes, larger than Life egos. But most of us control them so we blend in Society, and not be antisocial. I can not stop beating the Drum about curtailing grown-up activities in front of children. Case in point, a fifteen year old whose Testosterone was so peaked he Raped a day care worker sixty two years his senior. No one can tell me that he was not exposed to sexual activities very early in life. None the less a deranged little Bastard, abusing a senior citizen. As I have mentioned in earlier posts, I was exposed to sex at eleven by a fifteen year old Nymphomaniac, at fourteen manhandled by a Rapist Teacher, bust his Ass and walked away a Virgin.
I survived and lived to be telling you that exposing kids to sex before they can read is bad business. Promiscuity leads to a Dog in Heat, I once observed a Dog in Heat humping a Mail Box, a lot of Men suffer the Mail Box maladies. Kendrick Morris did.

At sixteen years old he committed his second Rape, this time a beautiful young woman, a High School Senior who was getting ready to attend College. I have always believed that Rapists maintained a total disrespect of another Person to force themselves upon others, with the self gratification of dominance. Kendrick possessed all the above, except this time, the attack on this poor Girl the psycho was un leashed. The young Woman now twenty six as of this date have not recovered the ability to walk eat or speak, the beating he gave her was to render her silence. At the first sentencing he got Life, the bleeding Hearts balked he was a minor when he tried to kill the victim. His second sentencing got him sixty years, long enough to become somebody’s Wife. I hope you squeel like a Pig and Bark like a Dog. I guess that’s one Soul that could not have been Saved.

Anthony

Incivility

My Nemesis


The lack of cordiality and civility has put a great strain on my good upbringing and training. I was taught that being polite with the excessive use of please and thank you were indications of being Polished. Being Polished shows that you are well rounded. Being raised by a single Mom, Chivalry was my Armor. Nowadays I hesitate to hold the Door for a Beautiful Woman, because I am tired of that Air Head look that I get from them. The look is not acknowledgement, or a smile of gratitude, much more to open their Mouths to say thank you. As the saying goes “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks, because I get the same ill mannered look from some Senior Citizens. So there it is how can you expect different from the Kids. There is a great difference in being raised up and being dragged up.

Again with the look like as if I was stupid or it was my Job to hold the Door. Who raised these People with that mindless glare,my Mother always told me that please and thank you were fundamentals of Social Graciousness, and most of all excuse me. Two people enter the same space at the same time, the civilized one say excuse me the other say Oops what the heck does oops mean, I think it means you are too ignorant to be polite. It’s that type of incivility that created Road Rage, taken to the limit not respecting one’s Borders and Right to exist has started many Wars. In everyday life it has started many fights and Gunplay, in the land of the Blind where the One Eye man with the Gun is King it is of the essence to be Civil. In my Hometown Tampa Florida a loving Husband and Father sitting in a Movie Theater minding his own business, not watching the Movie instead he was Texting.

A moment of incivility was about to blow out of proportion, another Patron asked him to stop doing that, Androids don’t make noise like old Typewriters did. In a perfect case of not respecting one’s Borders and Right to exist. The One Eyed man with the Gun, a retired Policeman pulled his Gun shot and killed this man in front of his Wife and child, along with scores of horrified patrons. One Eyed because of their Tunnel vision. These Cyclops consider themselves good Citizens, how so when your incivility causes destruction. Now do you see the need to be Civil with each encounter, because you don’t know who the Nut is Packing a Gun. Wyoming 1816 never left, the Duke mentality is still prevalent, Smile when you say that Partner.