Malignant Case of Wall to Wall Moron

A couple of days ago, I encountered what I believe to be the worst case of ignorance ever.  I can honestly say that I've never been more upset about anything in my life.  

It started as I was heading home from work.  I got to my neighborhood a little faster than normal.  I don't know if it was my driving or just less traffic than normal, but thank God for it.  As I was driving up my street, I see two very tiny figures walking across the street.  I slow my car down and notice that these two figures are children.  Not just children, but babies.  They were no taller than my tires.  I stopped the car and jumped out.  Left the car running, mind you.  I swept the kids to the side of the road and into a yard.  The kids were a boy and a girl.  The boy had a shirt, diaper, and socks.  The girl had a shirt, pants, and no shoes.  It's winter time, by the way.  I asked them where they came from and if they knew where they lived.  I was hoping they'd at least point to their house or somewhere familiar.  Luckily another lady came out of her house and took one of the kids from my arms.  I asked the people outside if they knew who these kids were and who they belonged to.  No one had a clue.  We walked to a house with just the screen door closed thinking maybe we were lucky.  We knock, and a lady answers the door.  She kind of huffs and says, "he's a door opener.  Thank you."

I don't think the level of my aggravation could be measured.  For a lady to just say matter-of-factly that the kid is a door opener, seriously?  I'm pretty sure the lady was a babysitter more than a family member.  I just can't understand how any person can lose track of two 1 year old children and still be in business as a babysitter.  To not even panic when two babies are brought back to your home, I don't have words.

Seems like there is just stupidity being spread all over the world.  It's saddening and maddening.  Look, if you have stupidity running through you, get it fixed.  That means that if you spell simple words wrong like "this" or "that" or "my", feel free to log off of the Internet and find a dictionary.  If you care more about your hair than the safety of your children, feel free to give your kids to someone who cares.  It frustrates me how stupidity just permeates our society.  There's no care whatsoever anymore.  

Oh, I did call CPS as soon as I got home .  I gave them the address.  Hopefully, this lady's business is ruined, and she learns a very valuable lesson how to keep babies secure.  I know that sounds kind of cruel, but if you can't care enough to protect our children, you don't deserve to have children in your care.

The Future

Today was my birthday.  It was a good birthday.  Actually, I'll say it was great.  It started with getting a Burger King crown.  They aren't gold anymore.  They have cartoon children on them.  I swear one of those kids had hipster glasses.  Anyway, I wore my crown almost all day at work.  I felt like a king.  I don't know why I like Burger King crowns; they're just fun I guess.

After that I went to one of my past basketball players junior varsity games.  I saw 5 of my former players in varsity or junior varsity basketball.  It was amazing to see.  I have to say that I'm extremely proud of those girls.  They have grown up to be great talents and even better people.

That's what I want to talk about.  It seems like I've realized just how big of an impact I have on this planet.  Not saying I'm something to be revered or worshiped, however I do believe that I have a responsibility to make this place better than when I got here.  It's not just me, it's everyone.  We have a responsibility to help our children be able to fend for themselves at some point in their lives.  People always say it's the parents' job, and it is.  However, I also believe that we as adults have a job to pick up where the parents can't.  For every deadbeat parent, there are a slew of good parents out there that do a tremendous job raising their children.  But, they still need our help.  All of us have a responsibility to make sure that all the bases are covered.

We need to be an example to the kids out there.  We have to show them how to do this.  I often ask myself if I'm doing it right.  However, after tonight, there is no doubt that the kids I saw will be alright in the future.  We have a long way to go before I'm totally confident, but if we as people work together, we can make this planet a better place.    

However, for now, I'm saying Happy Birthday to me.  Again.

I Thought I Got Rid of the Crazies

Alright, obviously I've met some pretty nutty characters in my life.  In fact, I'd venture to say that I've been around more crazies than the law should allow.  It's pretty unhealthy to be around the crazies.  Crazies can cause stress.  Crazies can cause problems.  Crazies can eat you out of house and home.  Crazies can get you put in jail if they can convince the right person.  It's really touch and go how you handle these crazies.  I think I've become the authority on how to handle a crazy person.  It took a little training.  Some people don't get all the practice I've had, so they will never be an authority.  So it's best to just follow my lead on this.

It started in preschool.  There was this mean girl that rode my bus.  Everyday, she'd scratch me and bully me on the bus.  Me being the gentleman I was, decided to just ignore the behavior.  Mom saw the scratches one day and asked what happened.  I told her.  Mom said fight back.  So I did, and she never messed with me again.

Then there was that annoying whack job in 3rd grade.  I handled her kind of quickly.  I remembered mom's words about defending myself.  I stuck her in a closet.  It worked.  She knew better.

There was daycare in 4th grade.  Not my proudest moment, but if you'd have seen the nut job that messed with me that day, you'd understand.  The girl was a 5th grader, was about 6 feet tall, 409 pounds, and meaner than a hippo with a hernia.  She messed with me, so I hauled off and smacked her.  Told her to leave me alone.  However, she knew better than to mess with me anymore.

As I got older, I realized that throwing crazy people in the closet or whacking them wasn't the most sound strategy.  Plus, you could go to jail.  So I handled the crazies in more diplomatic ways.  There was the catfish incident that I detailed in my last blog.  I handled that like a Sherlock Homeboy.

I had a crazy set of roommates, mainly a mother and her son.  They were of no help to me.  They spent money on everything but important things, like electricity.  I realized that the best way to rid myself of them was to pray like crazy.  It worked.

I had a crazy ex-girlfriend.  Possibly the craziest of them all.  The things she did and accused me of were pretty nutty.  I just laugh.  It helps a lot.

I recently got a roommate who I thought was excited about the opportunity to live somewhere safe that wasn't a hotel.  Come to find out, she's bat-poo bonkers.  Talking to herself, not getting up to take care of basic physiological needs (read between the lines), and eating everyone's food with little to no reciprocity.  Actually, there was no reciprocity.  She made the biggest messes and called us filthy.  Kind of whack, honestly.  I evicted her, she's leaving tomorrow.  She says she is.  One of her personalities said she was leaving.  The others, we'll see.

Crazy is something I've dealt with all my life.  I don't want to make light of mental illness, but it seems like the ones I come across are kind of malicious.  It's like their crazy isn't really crazy, just down right not nice.  It's like they couldn't care less what they look like in the end, as long as they try to mess me up.

You're going to come across people that are wanting to put you down.  People who want to bring you down into the abyss.  You have to be strong.  Be smart.  Fight back.  Don't allow people to be your downfall.  God has a plan for you.  You stick to that plan, the crazies can't beat you.

Next time a crazy tries to bring you down, give the battle to God.  God has your back.

There's a Hog on My Roof

Everywhere, farmers are in a panic.  They're trying to figure out what in the world is happening.  Pigs are flying all over the world.  Your boy got a Twitter account.  Yes, that's right.  The man who swore he'd never get a Twitter account has one.  I don't know what made me do it outside of a friend who also swore never to get it.

I have to say that it's not so bad.  If you aren't too addicted to it, it's a healthy release.  I think I like using the octothorpe the best.  That's the real name of the pound key/hashtag button if you weren't aware.  You use that to get subjects all popular and stuff.  My hashtags don't work too well.  Oh well.

I should probably be a little more open to social media.  Social media is a way to get everything you want out there quickly.  I don't necessarily like my serious news from social media, but a good bit of cool thoughts and opinions don't hurt much.

I'm also following some friends and famous people.  I even found my first sports crush, Bonnie Bernstein.  She's so pretty.  Maybe she'll see my tweets and talk to me more.  I would love if any of you folks with a Twitter account to follow me.  You can find me ON THIS LINK HERE.  Also, share this blog on your twitter account.  I'm going to post a twitter button on the blog so that you can easily share this as well.

This is going to be a fun ride, this whole Twitter thing.  And maybe Ms. Bernstein will see how much I truly care.

Long Time, No Talk

I know it's been a while since I've posted a blog.  In fact, it's been over a month.  Over that time, I visited my family in South Carolina.  I can honestly say that I needed those two weeks like a linebacker needs a tracking device on his girlfriend.  You really didn't think I would overlook that story, did you?  I'll address that in a minute.

I first want to ask a question about this whole gun control debate.  Is it really wrong to want accountability from the people who buy and sell guns?  A lot of the mass shootings have been perpetrated by those who legally obtained their guns.  Yes, I'm aware that those who may not be eligible to own a firearm will find a way to get it anyway.  However, at the very least, let's attempt to figure out this epidemic.  I don't think a little more responsibility is too much to ask.

I'm sure some of you have heard this crazy story about the linebacker at Notre Dame who had a girlfriend die the same time frame he lost his grandmother.  Now on first listen, it's the worst story in the world.  To lose important people in your life is terrible.  However the twist is that this girlfriend never existed.  Like a complete fake.  The problem is whether or not this linebacker knew about it or was in on the faking.  Best case scenario is this kid is biggest doofus ever.  The worst case scenario is that this kid played with an entire country's emotions.  I've almost been the victim of that same thing.

A while back, about 6 years ago maybe, I met a lady online.  Nice lady, real pretty picture.  We talked on the phone, in chats, everywhere.  It was great, honestly.  However whenever it was a good chance to meet up, something would inexplicably go wrong for her.  I was pretty proactive.  I decided that I would go to her.  Drove to Philadelphia and found out where she was.  She conveniently drove away and her "cousin" met up with me.  Said cousin was the person doing all this. To put it nicely, said cousin did not look anything like the girl in the picture.  She looked like she ate the girl in the picture.  That is terrible, I'm sorry.  However, I'm not sorry about the experience.  If you're thinking that someone online is fake, research.  Figure it out immediately.

Alright, so my Packers went down this year.  I'll live.  My team doesn't stink, so I'm already happy about next year.

This Lance Armstrong thing is pretty cut and dry, honestly.  He cheated, which is the least of his sins.  The fact that he tried to ruin people who told the truth about him is incomprehensible.  He sued, he attacked, he lied, and he just flat out destroyed whoever got in his way.  Ruthlessness has become standard in everything that goes on.  It's all because of sin.  People are imperfect and will do anything to make themselves better.  The problem is being better is better if you do the right thing as opposed to doing the self-serving thing.  One day, people will get that.

Well, this was a fun time.  I'll probably post something again next week and try my best to stay consistent.  I missed this thing.

A Bigger Problem

I'm sure that you all have heard about what happened today in Connecticut.  My heartfelt condolences go out to all the families of the victims.  I can honestly say that this is the worst tragedy in the history of America.  When you involve children in your victim list, you are by far the worst of the worst.  And make no mistake about it, if you have to use a gun to solve your problems, you're a coward.  I'm not talking about self defense from a crook threatening your family, I'm talking about you having a personal issue with someone and using a gun to end it as opposed to talking it out like a human being.  If you involve children in your issues, whether it's a mass murder or a custody battle, you're a coward, plain and simple.  To want to hurt a child, you're a special kind of coward.

Now I'll address one thing real quick because it won't take long.  Controlling guns is a good idea in theory, but the people that do the bad things with guns are criminals.  Criminals don't follow any laws, much less tighter gun laws.  I do believe in a better, more comprehensive check into who should be allowed to purchase a gun.  I think gun shows should be revamped so that not just any person can buy any gun at any time.  There should be some regulations.  If we have to take a test to get a driver's license, we should have something in place to be sure that the people buying guns are competent enough to use said gun.  I do believe in our right to bare arms, but I also believe in my right to survive life without a nutjob trying to hurt me.

Mental health, speaking of, is a big issue too.  Probably a bigger issue than gun laws.  Every kind of serial killer or mass murderer all have mental illness.  You have to have some kind of mental illness to want to hurt innocent children.  Where was this guy's family?  How did they not know that this guy would do these terrible things?  I mean, mental illness doesn't just sneak up on you.  There are warning signs.  How can the warning signs not be seen?  We have got to be vigilant in keeping tabs on our loved ones.  If you know that someone you love isn't right, say something.  Get them checked out.  I've seen people with mental illness, and been extremely close to some.  I ignored the signs.  Don't ignore them.

People are asking a lot of questions.  Why did this happen?  How could this happen?  What is happening to our country?  Look, I honestly don't know what to say at times.  I do know this.  God needs to be back in our lives.  Yeah, yeah, if God were here, He wouldn't allow this kind of thing to happen.  I know.  However, when you tell God to stay out, God is a gentleman.  He'll stay out.  You can't ignore God, then ask why He didn't help.  However, we also have to realize that Christians are pretty sinful as well.  We Christians really shouldn't be telling people what to do.  We fail miserably at times.  Ask Jim Bakker and Jimmy Swaggart.  Point being, God in our lives can help a lot.

The big problem in our lives is sin.  Gun control laws and mental health screenings are nothing more than a band-aid.  We are a screwed up group of humans.  We don't even think twice about sharing dirty jokes, gossiping about other people, or having hateful words for people who sin differently than us.  Make no mistake about it, the guy who committed the senseless murders in Connecticut is a sick man who obviously didn't know how to deal with his issues with his mother.  However, we can't just make more laws.  We need to just do what God would like us to do.

God wants us to love Him, and love others.  It's not that hard.  We do that, I'm pretty sure we can be a better behaved set of people.

The Storm and How to Survive It

I've always been one to be thankful for whatever happens to me because it's happening to me.  I've always been one to just be able to accept the moment because I'm in it.  Today I got some pretty disappointing news.  I won't go into detail, but I'll just say that I didn't get what I was hoping for.  And you know, I'm okay with it.

I'm a firm believer in God's will.  I'm a firm believer that there is a reason for every, and there is no such thing as happenstance and coincidence.  I think about the news I got, and I think about why it didn't happen the way I wanted it.  Then I think again and realize that Christ is in control.

I also learned that when you ask for prayers and support, nine times out of ten, you get it.  I'm blessed to have the best friends and family in the world.  I had so much support and well wishes before the news came about.  I'm thankful for that.  I don't think I've ever thought about friendship and support until this past year.  It almost overwhelmed me how supportive my friends have been.

I often wonder how people can go without support from friends and family.  I wonder how people can go without faith in God.  You probably look at this story and wonder why God didn't just give me what I hoped for.  Sometimes, that's just too easy.  Sometimes, God has a special plan and He wants you to just trust Him.  I think I can do that better.  We all can.

The storm is a tough thing to go through.  However, a good umbrella for the storm is just support from friends and family and a faith in God.  It's good shelter.