My Guiding Lights

Aug
12

This poem was written for my parents…

You’re always just a phone call away
With words of wisdom you know just what to say;
You ease the pain and create much cheer,
And because of that life’s little fears
Seem so small and benign.

You’re there for me until the end of time,
You are the strength I know I can always find.
You’re my guidance when life takes a swing;
Or when I’m down and don’t care about a thing
You lift me high with joy.

I have been blessed with many treasures
But none so special as you, My Parents.
Your absolute love for me has been shown
Through my life’s years as I have grown
Into what I am today.

I’m proud to say that I am your own;
Created from the same love I’m shown
Each and every day of my life.
I thank God for you every night
For blessing me with YOU!

Theodore vs. the Oompa-Loompas

Aug
12

So, the other day Theodore and I were sitting under our tree with our kick ass tree house in it watching the Oompa-Loompas playing soccer.  Theodore was having his 40-ounce of Miller Lite like normal.  For some reason, he was in a rather pissy mood that day.  All of a sudden I see Theodore get up and start running towards the soccer field, pick up the soccer ball and kick it across the street.  All I could do is watch in amazement.  Next thing I know, the Oompa-Loompas gather around him and begin chanting:

“Oompa Oompa, Doompadee Doo
I’ve got some simple advice for you.
If you touch our soccer ball once more
We will knock your monkey ass to the floor.”

Theodore then yells a few explatives to them and strolls back to the tree, sits down and begins to sip his 40-ounce again. I asked him why he did that and explained that I liked Willy Wonka and that I eat Sweet Tarts and Nerds and that wasn’t a cool thing to do. He said “Fu&% those little orange guys. Why can’t they just talk normal?” So we continue to watch the game.

Not fifteen minutes later, Theodore gets up, looks around and takes off running full speed towards the soccer field.  He’s headed for a Oompa standing alone on the side of the field.  He gets closer and closer.  Next thing you know, he drop kicks the little guy.  He freaking drops kicks the orange fellow.  I’m thinking, OH MY GOD.  There’s going to be a riot.  The orange people are going to start coming out the woodwork.  The soccer game stops.  All the Oompa-Loompas run over and gather around their friend.  You then hear a sound above and then appears a glass elevator with Willy Wonka coming down out of the sky.  Wonka gets out of the elevator, picks up the hurt Oompa, brings him back to the elevator and takes off back into the sky.  As he’s taking off, he orders the other Oompas to “Get Him”.  The Oompas encircle Theodore, and I’m pretty sure Theodore got the ass-whipping of his life.  After about 20 minutes, Theodore stumbles back to the tree, sits down and takes a sip of his beer and says “And I always thought those little orange bastards were make believe!”

Monkey vs. Midget Clown

Jul
30

Ok, the damn midget clown visited me again last night in another dream, BUT there’s good news. Before I get into the story, let me say that I’ve always wanted a pet monkey. I think that’s the only thing I’ve ever been jealous of Michael Jackson about. Anyways, since I can’t have a real monkey, I’ve settled for an imaginary monkey who I’ve named Theodore.

Ok, I was picking apples from my favorite apple tree and that darn midget clown was chasing me around the apple tree. Not knowing how much longer I could keep the little guy away from me, I began to run away from the tree and tried to run home. As I’m running home, the small ball of horror is slowly catching up. Out of the air jumps Theodore. It was like a kung fu movie. Theodore head-butted that little bastard and then drop kicked him all in one fell swoop. See, some dreams can end up good.

This is Theodore

This is Theodore

Why???

Jul
30

A poem of love by yours truly….

Sometimes at night, when I look to the sky,
I start thinking of you and then ask myself, why?

Why do I love you? I think and smile,
Because I know the list could run on for miles.

The whisper of your voice, the warmth of your touch,
So many little things that make me love you so much.

The way you support me, and help with my emotions,
The way that you care and show such devotion.

The way that your kiss, fills me with desire,
And how you hold me with the warmth of a blazing fire.

The way your eyes shine when you look at me,
Lost with you forever is where I want to be.

The way that I feel when you’re by my side,
A sense of completion and overflowing pride.

The dreams that I dream, that all involve you,
The possibilities I see and the things we can do.

How you finish the puzzle that lies inside my heart,
How that deep in my soul, you are the most important part.

I could go on for days, telling of what I feel,
But all you really must know is my love for you is real.

Comfortably Numb

Jul
29

Slowly drifting away to try to touch the light
This is what I do when I lie in bed at night
A precious little treasure is what’s keeping me here
As darkness offers a hand and death is surely near.

I’m comfortable yet yearning for a new life
Uncomfortable and churning from all the strife
Sadistic thoughts plague my mind
As I’m urged to leave everything behind.

Flying high from the medicine man’s gifts
Then I hit a low as life makes a shift
Back to reality and back to the ground
As I lift myself up from another rebound.

Submit to the realms that life has prepared
Be joyous of these treasures that have been shared
Winning or losing, it is all just the same
Being comfortably numb helps ease the pain.

Boom Boom Pow – The Second Amendment

Jul
28

The Second Amendment states “A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.”  I’m not exactly sure why there is so much need for “interpretation” of this amendment as it seems pretty self explanatory.  The first part speaks of having a military to protect the freedom and security of our country.  The latter part clearly speaks of the right of the private citizen to keep a firearm.  Why is the Second Amendment one of the only amendments that always needs interpretation?

With the above in mind, the Democratic Party tends to push a great deal towards achieving gun control through gun bans and stricter gun laws.  For example, a bill was just voted against that would allow those citizens that were licensed to carry a concealed handgun to carry that handgun across state lines.

Why then is the issue of gun control so important to the government?  Is it because of the high crime rate?  Could it be another attempt for tighter control in general?  Let us explore the  issue of crime rate.  Studies have been done that show gun control actually elevates the crime rate.  On the other hand, reducing restrictions on private gun ownership tends to reduce crime.  Take the United Kingdom for example, which has one of the most extreme gun control measures of all the Western countries and yet, has one of the highest violent crime rates.  Even when in office, President Clinton’s extensive study on gun control could not provide conclusive evidence that his gun control measures reduced the overall crime rate in the United States.

So if it is not gun control laws, or the lack of for that matter, why is the crime rate high or considered high?  Well, the term high is relative depending on who you are speaking to.  Government tends to think the crime rate is high and that the high rate is caused by guns.  Is that really why the rate is “high” or is there another reason?  We must dig deeper and see where the rates are high culturally.  By that I mean, we have to look at the United States population as a whole and then break it down into cultural groups as does the Bureau of Justice Statistics and the Federal Bureau of Investigation.  These two non-biased govenment groups break the population down into racial groups and analyze the crime rates in that manner.  We will look at statistics momentarily.

President Obama promised during his campaign to pass stricter gun control laws.  A great deal of Obama’s speeches, at least in my opinion, always in up talking about race and how the blacks are being unfairly treated.  Take for instance, the recent arrest of Mr. Gates.  While this was a mistake in identity, Obama blamed it on racial profiling.  The point I’m trying to make is that while Obama speaks of racial inequalities quite often, he never speaks of how blacks commit the highest rates of violent (gun) crimes.  He still blames the high crime rates on guns in general and not the cultural aspect of society.  Now I’m not saying that whites or any other race does not commit crimes.  I’m saying that it is statiscally proven that the blacks in America commit a higher number of violent crimes that any other race. 

Now for the statistics.  The Department of Justice reported that in 2005 blacks commited 53% of murders in the United States despite being only 12.1% of the total population while whites (including Latinos) only commited 42% which represent 75% of the population in the United States. 

I really don’t think gun control is the answer to this situation.  Criminals aren’t going to obtain guns through a legal avenue  so how are gun laws and gun control going to affect them anyways?  Gun control is only going to prevent legal citizens, collectors, hunters, etc. from obtaining firearms.  How are we to protect ourselves.  How are we to hunt and enjoy the outdoors if we don’t have access to guns?  I  have a four-year-old daughter and I would like the opportunity to teach her about guns and teach her to shoot when she is old enough.  Here’s that famous saying:  Guns don’t kill people; people kill people.  And studies show, some ethnic backgrounds are more likely to kill than other backgrounds.

What is sickening is that people are charged with murder and sent to prison for protecting their family by shooting an intruder in their own home while someone that murders another person during a robbery may get  prison time but can easily get out on parole.  I can assure you, if I wake up to someone in my home in the middle of the night, I will definitely put to good use one of the 8 guns I have in my home.  I’m pretty sure the Second Amendment guarantees me that right!

Daddy’s Princess

Jul
23

This was a poem that I wrote for my little girl one Christmas after she was born…

DADDY’S PRINCESS

There is nothing as special as the birth of a child

And there’s nothing as precious as a toothless smile.

A bundle of joy and full of life and bliss

She’s daddy’s little girl; she’s my beautiful Princess.

Delight from something as simple as a tiny grin

Watching her move about and taking all of life in.

There is nothing as touching when she screeches with delight

Wide brown eyes, outstretched arms and her love burning bright.

So much love and protection that I want to bring,

So that my dear Princess will have to worry about nothing.

Unconditional love, big hopes and dreams I have for you

I will always be here for you whatever life takes you through.

When you are adult and full grown, I hope you use the things I’ve shown.

Please pass them on with lots of love when you have a child to call your own.

I know someday like a butterfly you will be grown and take flight.

Please always remember my dear Princess God will forever shine his light.

I have told you I love you everyday of your life,

Always remember you are my love, my Princess and my life!

Thought of the day!

Jul
15

Why settle for what you’re comfortable with or what you’ve grown to become accustomed to? Why allow yourself to continue to follow the same ideals that you grew up with if you don’t agree with them? Open yourself up to new ideas and explore new principles. Don’t be afraid to follow your heart. Don’t allow other’s judgements to hinder your decision to chase new beliefs. To grow, you must allow your mind to be open to new beliefs, new ideas and new principles. Constantly strive to learn and don’t be afraid of the doors that knowledge will open to you. Embrace those doors as this will only allow the mind to continue to grow instead of becoming stagnant. Knowledge will grow the mind as the mind will grow the heart. The heart is what will guide you through the walk of life!

Press 1 for English?

Jul
13

Last night I had the pleasure of phoning my bank for a rather senseless issue.  Once I reached Customer Service, I was prompted to press 1 to continue the call in English.  Let me begin by saying the bank that gets my business only operates in the states of Louisiana, Texas, New York, New Jersey and Connecticut.  My curiousity got the best of me at this point so I decided to hang up and begin the call again just to hear the other language choices.  To my utter surprise, there was only one other choice.  Can you guess what that language was?  Spanish!

My first question is why should I have to even press 1 in a country where the predominant language is English?  Question two, why should I have to press 1 when calling a company that does not even operate outside of the United States?  And my third question, is it now a requirement that one must speak Spanish to obtain a job in a United States corporation – that ONLY operates in the United States?

According to the U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services website, a requirement to become a US citizen is to be able to read, write and speak English.  Now, I know I just said a requirement to become a “citizen”, but isn’t that what’s important at this point?  I know the United States is the “land of the free and the home of the brave” but are our soldiers fighting for the freedom of immigrants that are coming over here taking jobs away from our Americans, costing tax payers thousands of dollars at the borders and in general weakening the overall national security of the United States?  I think these soldiers would greatly disagree if you asked them that same question!

So, if you are a United States citizen a) you were either born in this country or b) you received a green card.  If you were born in this country, I assume you know English.  If you became a citizen through the immigration and naturalization process, as I mentioned earlier, it is required that you learn to read, write and speak English.  Therefore, why the need to press 1 for English?  In my opinion, giving the choice to press 2 for Spanish is only inviting immigration.  Do these large banks really think that these immigrants (legal or otherwise) that can speak very little or no English at all are really going to use banking services?

I think it is time we start taking care of our own people instead of trying to be politically correct and taking care of every person that comes to the United States!  Press 1 for English?  Give me a break!  Made in America!

Hello Everyone!

Jul
8

The purpose of this blog is to provide you, the reader, a glimpse into my mind, my writings and my opinions.  Some of my writings may seem dark and bleak while some of my opinions may seem offensive or odious.  This is to provoke thought and stimulate the mind!  I enjoy observing how individuals explore the many facets of a topic and how thier own beliefs or morals come into play.  I also find pleasure in studying the dynamics of people of different classes, different ethnicities and different religions.  Life can become rather stagnate at times, and the brain becomes atrophied from the day-to-day routine.  Is it really offensive or was it merely to make you think??

I hope you enjoy and please feel free to comment.  Also, if you have any topics you would like for me to write about, please let me know!