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And I feel fine…

That’s great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane –
Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn –
world serves its own needs, regardless of your own needs. Feed it up a knock,
speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height,
down height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for
hire and a combat site. Left her, wasn’t coming in a hurry with the furies
breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered
crop. Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population,
common group, but it’ll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its
own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the
reverent in the right – right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright
light, feeling pretty psyched.

Those who know what needs to get done, those who serve the Higher Power, those who serve a purpose that’s above themselves, those who quietly get things accomplished without a single note of gratitude, also know that in the end, they will stand apart – vindicated, absolved, and commended.

So with that said, I don’t care if someone talks to my kid’s class and tells him that he needs to be accountable. That he needs to strive for excellence. That he needs to watch less TV and Xbox. That he’s good at something. That he should listen to his teachers. That he can contribute something substantial to society and humanity.

You can even tell him where he is now doesn’t have to determine where he’ll end up. That no one’s written his destiny for him.

You do realize that one man, one speech, one day won’t really make a difference? Just like my little rant isn’t making a single dent in the blogosphere.

BUT, when my son comes home from school. Regardless if he heard you talk or not, he’s already been well versed in these objectives plus more. How? Because I’ve spent practically every day of his life instilling him values, ethics, self-esteem, respect for others, mercy, forgiveness, humility, leadership, humor, honesty, manners, courtesy, and most importantly obedience and reverence to God who’s in control of all our lives. I acknowledge Him as does my misses, as does my boy. We’re in one accord. Sadly not everyone is in one accord but it is a personal decision that everyone makes.

Does this mean my work is done as a parent? Hardly. My boy has his moments just like any other. Does one speech about respecting others mean he will do it from now on? Hardly! I’ll continue to do my part as a parent but Mr. POTUS, you really need to address the accountability of the children through their parents. Once you’ve left the classroom, the building, the state, they will possess an ember which will smolder long enough to last them the rest of the day. Who will properly stoke the fire the next day?

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While it may appear that it has been a while since my last post, people who have followed me on Twitter (@dimplemonkey) realize that most of my rants/comments tend to be done in a polite and respectful manner. I do have my moments when things happen in life and my best outlet of emotions without causing too much collateral damage is by posting here. You should see the outpouring of visceral emotions from my fingertips to the keyboard. I really let them have it! Then I Save Draft and walk away. Several reasons why I do this. First of all, it seems that when I finish ranting, complaining, B&Ming, there’s no concluding thought. No viable solution. I’m trying to make a point but then it leave me. (If you could see how far back my eyes are rolling right now!) Secondly, the effectiveness of my hard core rant loses perspective. I see the trees but lose sight of the forest. Sometimes, I get sucked into the instant gratification and classless behavior this society has turned into and fail to offer long term solutions. How am I supposed to be a contributing member of society if all I do is complain like everyone else around here?
Finally, when I return to look at what I have typed, my flawed character will read this and say, “Why’d you type this garbage?” or “Do you even know what you’re saying?” So far, the total amount of saved posts (drafts) are numbering into double digits! There are some doozies but they will be heading to the proverbial digital trash bin and emptied.

So do I care about what I post here? Of course, I do. I understand that while the comments are at a bare minimum, I do know that someone’s reading them. Because of this, I am obligated to make sure you don’t get too much fluff. Quality before quantity. Then again, I do want to help those who need it, so more quality postings should be in order.

I’m sure you want to call and tell me what’s on your mind. Perhaps a question as to why I do what I do. I’m open to questions if you do not want to leave a comment on my posts. Give it a try! I need a new reason to start blogging more frequently.

785-5-DIMPLE (785-534-6753)

Banned Tiny Toons

Now why would something like this be banned? I welcome the comments, although I hardly get any, and hope that many of you can understand that political correctness, being insensitive, or just being quiet about something is sometimes a double-edged sword.

Music Recommendation

From @emilythemom on Twitter and they sounded so good, it was worth bringing them here. Enjoy!

If I didn’t know her, she’s be the lady, I didn’t know.

Not even a well taken shot! Is this what my tax dollars paid for?

Not even a well taken shot! Is this what my tax dollars paid for?

Twouble with Twitters

Authors have until 5 May to tell Google to get their money grubbing hands off their books, writes Jess Hill. After that, they can be scanned and uploaded to Google’s virtual library. Is this a case of copyright infringement or are they the Robin Hood of book lovers all over the planet?

As the article states, it’s a noble cause for Google to digitize all literature even when they were told not to, but their timing couldn’t have been more precise where we’re slowly seeing the declines of capitalism throughout the world. Tin foil hat anyone?

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Persistence and knowledge of your rights as deemed by the US Constitution helped this guy remain cool, calm, and collected for almost half an hour as border agents threatened to get their way. Half way through the conversation, agents even insinuated that you are guilty until proven innocent. I don’t think I would have lasted as long.

Peace at any cost, right?