JUST STOP IT!

All children go through a period of being an asshole. How you handle that period of their life determines if they remain an asshole.

You want to know how to stop the bullying? Take responsibility for your little asshole. There is no way you don't know you are raising an asshole. You live with it. And I don't care how diabolical your little asshole is, he/she cannot switch it on and off. You have witnessed the asshole'ness in your home, and there is no way you think that that is reserved just for you.

You KNOW you are raising an asshole. STOP IT! If you throw your hands up and give up, it is the rest of the world that suffers. 

When the bullying results in harm to another human, I think the parents of that little asshole should be made to pay. Incentive for those parents to actually 'parent' those children.

Keep it up, and when I am Queen I will make you pay.

Memories

Cousin Jean (Jeanie Weanie) dug up some old pictures of us. That's me on the left.



This is huge, because my mother has none of me before I was in school. I used to tease my mother that I was adopted. And she could not prove otherwise.



How freakin' cute were we?

A product who's time has come. Sadly.

What I want to know is...what took them so long?



In an age of couch potatoes and video game addicts, you would have thought that they would have come up with this sooner. Maybe they already had but it's the first I have seen this.

Who's fault is it then?

I don't give a shit if you are rich or poor, black, white or fucking purple. You know what you are doing is fucking wrong!

Gang-rape at Dunbar Village

Defense attorneys are blaming the government's neglect of the environment these boys grew up in. The poverty and crime they live with and the media's glorification of violence. That might fly if they were just breaking in and robbing, but they raped and tortured this woman and her son for hours.

Perhaps it is society's pension for explaining away the actions of our youths. Our own Young Offenders Act here in Canada as much says if you are under 17 you can pretty much get away with anything. Drug dealers recruit 12 year olds because they know all they will get is a slap on the wrist. The criminal minds of our society have embraced the laws, they know how to get around them. Every day we hear of people getting acquitted for horrendous deeds because they were 'abused' as a child or grew up in a bad part of town.

Give me a fucking break!

You do not have to be a Rhodes scholar to know that raping and torturing is wrong. The bleeding heart liberals are not doing the world any favors by explaining this shit away. People have to get back to basics. If you do something wrong, you go to jail. I am sure in the back of these kids minds they were thinking they could get away with it. And why not? That is what the media and the legal system is telling them on a daily basis. That is what their own experience is telling them, the assholes who hurt them got away scott free.

It's a catch 22. You have people that had to endure a lot of shit when they were younger, sexual and physical abuse and they turn into monsters when they are older. But if those abusers had been punished in the first place...?

So we have to start now, it will be tough but we have to before its too late. Before the criminals outnumber the rest of us. There has to be a clear message. You will be punished. Its easy to feel sorry for these kids and the raw deal life has given them, but where does it stop?

When do you stop making excuses?

55 Years!

I hadn't realized it had been kickin' for so long. All I knew is that it had been there for as long as I could remember.



There were 6 of us kids, in a station wagon. I couldn't say for sure if they took us all at once, but I remember dressing in our PJ's and taking a blanket and a pillow and heading for the car. Off to the drive-in. Mom would pack a lunch and dad would pick up the pepsi on the way.

Back then the speakers were on a pole. Large steel speakers that weighed a ton. And inevitably one person would drive away with it stuck in their window. If they were lucky the cord would break and not the glass.

The music isn't quite right on this one, but it is the same movie I remember. Well, everything before 2:37 anyway. Ours just repeated after that. We didn't get any of the other shit.



They actually tried to take it away a few times, one time it was kittens and puppies, not sure what the hell they were thinking. Anyhow, people expected to see this intermission show and enough people complained so they brought it back.

I remember being at the drive-in with The Boy's Father. We were baked, car filled with smoke, watching the intermission show in silence. Until TBF pipes up, dead serious, "That is one talented hot dog."

I know. And that was before I was even sleeping with him.

More memories.

My brother sent me some more pictures he developed from a bunch of old negatives I sent him.

This is from a highschool prom. Although I don't think Kim and I were even in highschool. But our dates were. I can't believe I was ever this young.


Doug, Kim, Me, Rabbit

I remember that prom. We got to the school and Rabbit went to the bathroom and downed a quart of rum. I never saw him all night. I got one of my friends to get him out of the bathroom and into the back of the car. We went to a restaurant and then to a party at the beach. He never regained consciousness that night. But I had a ball. Every so often I would send someone to go and check if he was still breathing. Hey, I wasn�t totally heartless. I made sure the liquor pig survived the night And I deposited him on his doorstep at dawn the next morning. His mother was real impressed. We could have kept him with us until he sobered up but we figured this would be much funnier. Oh and we were nice enough to remove his nice new suit. You know, in case it got wrinkled.


This is even farther back. My father and I tending the chickens. That's me, with a bottle of Pepsi and my finger up my nose.

The mind is the first thing to go.

I ran across one of my ramblings and I am not sure if I have blogged it yet. And since I am super lazy I will not search through the archives to find out. If I am repeating myself, then I apologize to the two people who actually read this thing.

When I was small we used to spend weekends at the cottage. Locharbre Lake. I was very small so I don�t remember a lot, but I do remember getting there. We would be driving along and all of a sudden, it seemed, we would come over the top of a hill and �voila� there it was. I remember that as soon as we saw it we would all cheer, �Locharbre!�, a half dozen kids in a station wagon, loaded to the roof with fishing rods, inner tubes, and camping gear. It was a beautiful lake and one of the few left that is truly clean. My aunt still has a cottage there and I always marvel at how clear the water is. From the end of the dock you can see clear to the bottom.

We thought it was just the best place there was. We would swim and fish, my father had a boat. We would have bonfires at night where we would roast marshmallow till we were sick and barbeque during the day and there were always visitors. I am sure my father was probably drunk as a skunk but, thankfully, I never noticed. I guess I was too young, and after so many years I guess you only remember the good times. At any rate, we had a ball. Even if our late night �nature� calls were to a two seater outhouse in the back yard. I never remember being scared though.

Years later (30) I lived in a rural community for a year and I was scared shitless to walk to my car in the dark. I was sure something (a bear) would leap out at me, tearing me to shreds before I reached the door. I couldn�t really enjoy the country. I found it was too dark and too quiet at night. I guess when you are small, you don�t know what can happen so you aren�t scared of what might happen.