Today I was reading where Republicans in Government are Discombobulated and in Discord and Disarray, because they are afraid of getting a poison Tweet from the Tweeter. Einstein said that he was afraid that Technology would create a Generation of Idiots. The sad reality, it has come to past. Tweets have surpassed meaningful Conversations. Six years ago I joined several Social Networks. My Reasoning was that Social Media is a Powerful Communication Medium. Matter of Fact it was very instrumental of me starting Blogging. I quickly learned that most of the People Posting on Social Media, were by absolute Idiots and totally Selfie driven People, looking for Ten Seconds of Fame. Many of these Posting were totally Offensive and dehumanizing. When they opened their Mouths thei’r lack of Intelligence personified. I quickly learned that Illiteracy was an Epidemic, to further spread thei’r Illiteracy they developed a new Language.

If you’ve been observing social media conversations, you might have come across a ton of lingo or acronyms that take you a while to figure out. Social media acronyms like Lol, TFW, TBH and LMK get thrown around very casually in comments, captions and conversations between people. Acronyms are ok but why should you perplex your Readers. Some go further by Abbreviating misspelled words, a Friend of mine paraphrased this type of Communication as ” Bad Chatting” which in its self is what I have been trying to highlight about Social Media. With that being said, why would any Intelligent Lifeforms allow themselves to become Inundated with Pigeon Psychology.

Pigeon Language is a Primitive form of Communication. That is what a lot of Social Media Postings and Tweets amounts to. A wise Man once Enlightened me by telling me,  that if you are walking down the Street and someone is following you calling you all kind of Vile names. The only time that you are whatever he is calling you, is when you stop and look back and Acknowledge him and asked him ” Are you talking to me” . I take it one step further, when he gets close to you and taps you on the Shoulder, it’s time to defend yourself. With all of that being said, if you consider yourself to be an Intelligent Person, why would you Read Idiot Tweets, better yet giving them Creditability by believing and re-tweeting them.

A Generation of Idiots, how could Einstein be so Enlightened to have Foreseen this Generation before There were any Internet. The answer is simple, some of us possess an Intuitive, Inquisitive and Rational Mind, without one Education is only Programming. Which makes it all the more easier to spread Propaganda and half Baked Truths and Grandiose. grandiosity refers to an unrealistic sense of superiority, characterized by a sustained view of one’s self as better than other people, which is expressed by disdainfully viewing them as inferior; and refers to a sense of personal uniqueness, the belief that few other people have anything in common with oneself, and that one can only be understood by a few, very special people. The personality trait of grandiosity is principally associated with narcissistic personality disorder (NPD), but also is a feature in the occurrence and expression of antisocial personality disorder.

I am sorry my Friend but Sixty Eight years of living on this Earth have Educated me far beyond Four years of sitting in a Classroom listening to a Professor indoctrinating me with his own personal Ideologies of how Governments should be run. I have had enough Teachers, from Marie Antoinette and Louis, Nero,  Ferdinand Marcos and Fidel Castro to learn what happens to People who allows themselves to be Duped. Spirituality comes from God, Religion is Manmade, so are Governments, both are Susceptible of Corruption. Tweeting is no way to run an Administration. I have always believed that People who sent Texts instead of Verbal Communication were Ingenuine and Masks their true Feelings. Tweeting and Texting is for Email Marketing and Internet Scammers. The People who Entertain them allows themselves to be Taken. When it comes to contracting the Virus, I am antisocial. When it comes to Malicious Tweets, I am antisocial. This Blog is Dedicated to My English Literature Teacher who Prodded me for Two years to tell her ” What is the Author not saying” thank you, I can read the Tweets. Finally Life is Bigger than you or I and no matter what you do, I wouldn’t want to be like you.

America, Life

Shared Article from AOL: U.S. judiciary, shaped by Trump, thwarts his election challenges


In the Justice System where I work, there are Two pending Cases of Two Juveniles. Both Nine years old, One for Murder the other for attempted Murder. Personally I thought that they would be the most Resonating Cases of my Lifetime. But Trump appointing 53 Federal Appeals Judges and Three Supreme Court Justices, all in a Preconceived notions that they worked for Him, and not the People of the United States. The Judges by being Impartial and Objective shows Jurisprudence, and has Restored my Faith in our Justice System. God Bless America.



Justice Roberts is an Extraordinary Figure, I don’t think he is playing Politics. I believe that he is a Consummate Professional.



Follow the Link below and be Blown away by our Justice System working……

Life, Safe Driving

Blogging My Life Away





Blogging My Life Away

Seven years ago I made an impromptu move to Florida. One Month prior to the move I communicated with my superiors about my intentions to leave my Job. I asked them if they could arrange a transfer, It was not properly Orchestrated. My Supervisor at that time was a very Haphazard Person, I should have realized her Ineptness. Unbeknownst to her that I was talking about her, I once told her that I could spot a Slacker one Mile in the Fog. She repudiated the thought, thinking that I was just kidding. Just before I left Pennsylvania She got Promoted to Regional Manager. I said to myself, the Company made a big mistake promoting her to that Level, she is not qualified. Six months after I moved to Florida with no Job waiting for me, she was fired, for the Ineptness that no one else saw.

Being a Happening Person, I have always believed that it was better to make Fifty Cents per Hour, than Zero Cents per Hour. My reasoning for that is, while you are unemployed, you still need Cigarette and Gas Money. By bringing the same level of Energy everyday, I located one of the Company’s Subsidiarys in Tampa. They offered me a Job as a Valet. Remembering that Pride cometh before a fall, I took the Job. While parking many High End Cars, including Rools, Maseratis and top of the line Mercedes Benz. I noticed how Callous many of my Coworkers were handling quarter Million Dollars Cars. It was then that I realized that bad Drivers outnumbered good Drivers by an Astronomical disproportionate Number.

It was then that I realized that a Safe Driving Blog was calling my name. Even though I knew nothing about Blogging or operating a Website, I started Scribbling in a Notebook. I knew nothing about what constitutes a good Blog. Being an Avid Doo it yourself person who thought myself to fix just about everything by Reading. I said to myself, ” I can do this”. I said to myself, the first time I picked up a Wrench was when my Mechanic threw out a perfectly good Carburetor and replaced it with a bad one, when all that was needed was a Two Dollars Fuel Filter. So I went out and bought the Chilton Auto Repair Manual, subsequently I bought one for every Car that I ever bought.

Being determined about writing Blogs about safe Driving, led me to the Library. I borrowed Two Books on writing Blogs. The first Book that I decided to plunge into was written by a World Class Blogger who wrote many Books. She began by saying that all that Blogging was about, is expressing your Thoughts on any given Subject. She continued, only write about the things that you are familiar with. She went on by saying that the Number one Sin in Blogging was Writing about yourself. That didn’t stop me from writing about myself. As I got Deeper in the Chapters I realized why she was Successful. She Emphasizes the Importance of Writing Column Post Blogs, (Blogs that People come back to  and read). Column Posts are Support Pylons that keeps a Structure from Collapsing. Most Importantly she said that you are not a Writer until you have written a Million words.

I am not sure if I am a Writer yet, but I know that I am a Blogger. The same way I learned to fix Things I Immersed myself into Writing and the Shoe is beginning to feel Comfortable. As far as only writing about things that you are Familiar with, I have stayed the Course. Driving is one of my Passions, I am a Natural, Fifty years of Driving, One Speeding Ticket during my first year of Driving. Two wicked Accidents which were caused by the People that I write about ( Bad Drivers) and Bad Mechanics who forced me to let no One but myself fix my Brakes. While I am on the subject of Brakes I will just run with the Ball. Five Minutes after buying my first decent Car, a Dodge Challenger, a Car whose Body Weight that didn’t compliment  its big Engine. Five Minutes from Driving it off the Lot, I found myself on a busy Sidewalk trying not to kill Fifty People.

The Inept Mechanic didn’t do his Job, he allowed the Car to be placed on the Lot without Diagnosing the faulty Brakes. That’s one of the reasons why I made it my Business to learn Automotive Repairs. My second bad Experience with bad Brakes came later while Driving a Company Truck, delivering Construction Materials to thei’r jobsites. The Truck had just passed Inspiration. Descending an Eighty Degrees Hill with an overweight Truck, I found out that the Brakes weren’t working. The Truck was equipped with Air Brakes, the Compressor wasn’t filling the crossover Tank. Knowing that at the end of this wicked Hill was a busy Intersection. I had to reach deep into my Ditty Bag of Witts and Skills.

Pumping the Brakes had no effects, I Kew that I had to slow the Vehicle and somehow stop it before I got to the Intersection. I knew that if I panicked that many People would be killed. I started slowing down the Truck by taking it off the Road, banking it into huge Dirt Embankments taking out Trees. By the time I made it to the bottom of the Hill I was coasting at Two M.P.H. still enough to kill People. I saw a private Yard to my right, my Ditty Bag ( Bag of tricks) didn’t fail me, it told me that the only way to avoid Catastrophe was to flip the Truck. After flipping the Truck, falling out of my seat and Bodyslamming my Panic strickened Passenger, the Truck slid within five feet from taking out the House, then stopped.  Thirty years later, I still see the Face of the Ten years old Kid looking out the window at the approaching Death Vehicle. Does anyone still wonder why I chose to write Safe Driving Blogs. So let me leave you with these few Thoughts. When you are out there Driving like your name is Dale Earnhardt Jr. Consider this,  Brakes, Tire-rod, Calipers, Idle-Arm, Rack and pinion and Bushings all go bad over a period of Time. Have your Front-end and Suspension checked yearly.  When you need them, they better be working. If your Brakes makes noise, replace them Immediately. Most Importantly you are not a Racecar Driver, just someone who needs to get over Themselves.

Life, Motivation, Parenting And Relationships




Tom Petty was Bullied in High School, they called him dirty Hippie
Tom Petty was Bullied in High School, they called him dirty Hippie




My Wife tells me that I am repetitious, guess what, I totally agree with her. While studying Drama, I learned that repetition was the only way to learn your Lines. Playing Basketball I also learned that taking a corner shot was perfected through repetition of the same set( the way you position your body) and Arm release. Later on in Life I further learned that repetition of Daily Activities allowed you to perform them effortlessly when you grow old and Diseases like Dementia sets in. With that said I can continue with this Blog which has nothing to do with one or the other. Except that Bullying is a Repetitious Behavior of taking advantage of someone weaker than yourself.

Wheather it’s Psychological or Physical, it’s still abuse. What activated this Train of thought, was reading about some Women Executives who lost their Jobs because they reported Sexual Harassment bestowed on them in the Workplace. The So-called Men who Terminated or facilitated their Departure from the Organization, are nothing short of Bullies themselves, or sympathizers. The ones who actually performed the dirty Deed of making the Women uncomfortable with their Lascivious Behavior are nothing but little Chicken- Shit Boys with out of control Testosterones. Here we are back to the Motivation for this Blog, Bullying. When a Child shows Characterics of being a Bully, it is for you the Parents to cure them of the Trait.

If you don’t they grow up to be Thorny Bushes( as a Twig is bent so shall it grows) Words of Wisdom. Two instances that I recalled that were handled differently. Sitting at the Kitchen Table having a Conversation with one of my Childhood Friend. Her young Son who was about six years old kept interrupting, as a result of her ignoring him. He mustered up all the strength his little hand could find, and he rung her Bell. He slapped her so hard her Face immediately turned red. She went off the deep end on him, She slapped his Face repeatedly,I did or said nothing to his defense, sometimes that’s what it takes to cure a future woman Beater. His Dad was an a Abusive Man, I don’t know if the Child was mimicking his Father.

The second occurrence, the settings could be a duplicate. The young son of eight years old said Mommy you are a Bitch, she asked him why do you say that, he replied Daddy says you are. Did I mention Psychological abuse. Those are two Bullies in the make. Women abusers are one and the same period. If you don’t deal with this Syndrome of attacking belittling and downright Physical abuse of others. You leave it up to People like me to Manner-up your little Indiscretions. Bullies thought me to be a Punishing Street Fighter. At Eleven years old my Mother sent us to School Dressed better than the Teachers. Our Clothes were Pristine, Shoes polished like a Marine.

In the Neighborhood there were Three older Brothers, I will never forget thei’r Names, The Higgins. Taking a Bus would take Three times longer than walking through a field One and a Half Mile wide. These Three Hooligans thought it was their Job to send us to School and Home Battered Bruised and dirty every single solitary Day. They never took a Vacation from jumping us. After a while I got sick of being Pounced on by Boys bigger and older than I was. My Brother and I developed fighting Techniques to offset the Three against Two unfairness. One of my Techniques were, giving my Brother my Books to put in his Backpack. I would then load Rocks in mine, the first one who came within striking distance went down hard, sometimes he didn’t get up, while his other two Brothers render First Aid, we went on our merry way not even looking back.

That’s how you break them from the Habit of abusing People. Another prompting for this Blog is, its Saturday Night the Place is just about under Lockdown. The Health Professionals say to avoid People. What else do I have to do but sit here, Write Blogs,drink a couple of Beers and Reminisce. At Fourteen I was an Accomplished Street Fighter able to beat Thirty years old Men. In Junior High I was tested by another Bully older than I. This was an up and coming Thug, his Two older Brothers were Gunmen who had Killed before. This Boy singled me out to beat my Brains out. The first five Minutes of the Fight, he punished me with his Elbows Knees and Head-butts. Just about to cry No Mas, I found a Two by Four piece of Wood. I beat that Boy within inches of Death.

His Brothers who were looking for me were Executed Gang Style. I went to thei’r Funeral. If ever I had any Inclination of being Bad, I was looking at the Outcomes laying in thei’r Caskets. Bullies weren’t finished with me yet. Two Boys who became friends with me invited me to thei’r Home for Dinner, one was my Age the other Two years older. Both were Molested by thei’r older Brother, a Teacher. Sitting at the Dinner Table waiting for the Food, the Teacher led us into a Conversation about Sex. I became uncomfortable, stood up and started to leave. Teachie as he was called Pounced on me grabbing a Handful of my Testicles. He squeezed them so hard to put me in submission, I fought Tears. I blocked the pain by going into a Shaolin Meditation. With my Eyes closed I Visualized his Face in my Mind, I came up with a Knuckle Punch and nailed him in the right Eye, it immediately filled up with Blood. He released my Testicles as if they Burned his Hands.

How is that for Bullying, a grown Man bullying a Fourteen years old Kid into sex, a Rapist if you ask me. If you don’t cure Bullying, they grow up and think that they can do whatever they want to do. Look at Mike Epstein, Bill Cosby, Aaron Hernandez, O.J. Simpson. Parting Words for Bullies ” You are Fired”

P.S. Writing for me is Therapeutic. It’s like laying on someone’s Couch and Baring your Soul for a Hundred and Twenty five Dollars an Hour.


Shared Article from AOL: Gun-toting congresswoman-elect may carry Glock at Capitol


Live By The Gun




A couple of months ago I was in a Pawn Shop, trying to Capitalize on someone’s misfortune. I was looking for a particular style Diamond for my Wife. The Ambience of the Store said Gun Shop. I had never seen an Arayment of Guns like that before. There were Pretty Guns, Big Ugly Guns and Assault Rifles. Out of Curiosity I asked the Man behind the Counter, what does it take to buy a Gun for my Wife. He responded, a Current Florida Drivers License. In a Second all the Bad Experiences I have had with Guns flashed on the Movie Screen in my Head.

At fourteen Two Gang Bangers who were Gunning for me, for beating thei’r Kid Brother Senseless, were Executed. They Gatecrashed a Rival Gang’s Backyard Party, everyone one there was Packing. They all unloaded on the Two Brothers 17 and 18 years old. At fourteen I learned about living by the 🔫.

Twenty years old spending the Summer in Texas. Colin Davis one of the Richest Man in Texas at that Time, is Accused of Multiple Murders. It is said that he came Home in the Middle of the Day to find his Estranged wife with her Lover. He Shot and killed the Twenty Two years old former College Basketball standout, accidentally killed his Step Daughter and Injured his X.

In the Year 2000 I worked with a Young Man, Mark Harshbarger, he made National News. One Day on a Jobsite I was carrying a Stack of Two by Four, the Stack of Lumber came close to his Brand New Pick-up Truck. I don’t know if he was Kidding or not. He said that if I had scratched his Truck he would have given me Six from the 45 Caliber on the Dashboard.  Months later he Bragged to me that he Owns 100 Firearms, he also Bragged about his Wife’s Expertise with Firearms. He said that she could hit Bullseye at 1000 yards. Years after we parted company he and his Wife was on a Hunting Trip in Canada. Marybeth shot and killed Mark. She said that it was an Accident, the Distance, less than 50 yards. Mark carried almost One Million in Life Insurance, Marybeth was having an Affair with Mark’s Brother. You be the Judge, Death by Murder, or Plain and Simple Premeditated. Four Years ago in my Hometown of Tampa, a young Father Killed in a Movie Theater. The young Father was Texting,that Infuriated a Retired Police officer close by. He asked the young Man to stop Texting, he didn’t comply. The Retired Cop Shot and Killed him in front of his Wife and Toddler along with Scores of Terrified Movie Goers. I have nothing against Responsible Ownership. The only problem is, whenever a Responsible Owner loose his Cool Somebody Dies.