For some unknown reason, Mother's Day is always really weird for me. My mother always asks me if I called my grandmother and I always want to know why I should call her on Mother's Day, she ain't my Ma!
Then it hits me like my mother's cornbread does to my stomach, like a ton of river slag. It's that collectivist mentality that DEMANDS that the VILLAGE raises a child. Nope, the village taxes the shit outta us, it doesn't raise our children.
In a "Progressive" world, they want us to honor ALL mothers, not just our own. Sorry, that ain't me. Yes, I call my grandmother, because she is my ma's ma, but I do not tip my chapeau (a little French gayness for Ma's Day!) to all the chicks in the grocery store because it is Mother's Day. They did not sit up all night with me because of an ear infection. They did not sit by in horror as I went nutz on the ear doctor because he was a dumbass. (Yes, I was nine years old.) They did not silently weep when my name was added at the very bottom of the high school graduation program because I missed too many days in Mr. Wilson's class and had to write that twenty page paper on "The Uses of the Quadratic Function in Today's Society" in order to graduate. Nope, those chicks in the grocery store were raising someone else.
So, if you are a mother to a child and they do not wish you a "Happy Mother's Day," you are failure and you should be ashamed that you want me to wish you something for being a failure.
Now, let's look at the very FIRST thing that you need to do to break the endless cycle of stupidity that makes you want everyone to wish you a Happy Mother's Day when you did NOT make Swedish meatballs twenty-two days in a row for supper for me. (Yes, this happened and they were burned every, single night, too.)
YOU are responsible for YOUR own life. No one else is. So, if YOU receive Food Stamps or live on federal subsidized housing allowances, YOU are a failure at life. Sorry, that is the way it is. Not only that, YOU will continue to fail at life as long as YOU expect someone else to come through and provide for YOUR life.
The stigma needs to be reattached to the folks that survive on the "kindness" of others. If you delve into The Bible more than just a little bit, you find that Jesus and his followers found hard work to be one of the most admired traits in anyone. If you are curious what The Bible says about Barry Obama and the "Progressive" movement in general, check out Proverbs 14:23, it pretty much says it all about what the idiots on the left believe.
In all labour there is profit: but the talk of the lips [tendeth] only to penury. Of course, there is much more wisdom in Proverbs 14 and can really, really be mixed up if you do not read all of it together. Basically what Solomon is saying here is that if you are "Progressive," you are an idiot.
Oh, and Happy Mother's Day, Ma. You look great.
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Sunday, May 08, 2011
Happy Ma's Day - It is none of my business...
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Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Obligatory, I Ain't Dead Post
Folks, sorry that I have not been all up in the blorx, but life has called and I had to respond. F*CK YOU LIFE. (I decided to start placing the '*' in the bad words again, because those do not count toward the penance. It is called 'cheating' and it appears that I am going to have to get reconstructive knee surgery from all the D*MN Hail Marys and Our Fathers that I am rolling through.)
When life kicks up and important/difficult things happen, I go into fire-stomping, problem-solving mode and all other things take a backseat. Sorry, but multi-tasking cannot include life and death decisions, they require my full attention and brutality. That said, I still have to find pleasure at the same time and even though this blog is one of my favorite things in this world, alas, it is not the first one.
Before everyone floods my inbox because y'all are seriously the biggest support group, bunch of mothering pansies, and the most concerned folks in the entire world, NO, this circumstance does NOT directly influence my life, it involves one of my close non-virtual friends and I am very concerned and am keeping my ear to the rail in an all out effort to help her the best way that I know.
After being offline for about 39 hours, I got the chance to catch up on my reading this afternoon. Almost 2000 posts that I "read," 30 something that I bookmarked to leave a comment, and quite a few that really touched me. I just do not have the time to do them justice right now, but I shall point to two on completely opposite sides of my emotional realm.
Salute. There is hardly anything in this world that gives me as much joy seeing as the parental pride from an overly emotional father. Kinda wordy post if you look for what is said. The worst part is that Dad kinda blocked comments.
And I read one million sports blogs. College Gameday is awesome. BUT! Pro-sports kinda suck. Suck like Brittfar. It is UNpossible that anyone exists in this world that hates Brittfar like I do. I plan on inventing a GOLFBALL MACHINEGUN to deal with this M*THER F*CKER.
Please take the time to comment.
When life kicks up and important/difficult things happen, I go into fire-stomping, problem-solving mode and all other things take a backseat. Sorry, but multi-tasking cannot include life and death decisions, they require my full attention and brutality. That said, I still have to find pleasure at the same time and even though this blog is one of my favorite things in this world, alas, it is not the first one.
Before everyone floods my inbox because y'all are seriously the biggest support group, bunch of mothering pansies, and the most concerned folks in the entire world, NO, this circumstance does NOT directly influence my life, it involves one of my close non-virtual friends and I am very concerned and am keeping my ear to the rail in an all out effort to help her the best way that I know.
After being offline for about 39 hours, I got the chance to catch up on my reading this afternoon. Almost 2000 posts that I "read," 30 something that I bookmarked to leave a comment, and quite a few that really touched me. I just do not have the time to do them justice right now, but I shall point to two on completely opposite sides of my emotional realm.
Salute. There is hardly anything in this world that gives me as much joy seeing as the parental pride from an overly emotional father. Kinda wordy post if you look for what is said. The worst part is that Dad kinda blocked comments.
And I read one million sports blogs. College Gameday is awesome. BUT! Pro-sports kinda suck. Suck like Brittfar. It is UNpossible that anyone exists in this world that hates Brittfar like I do. I plan on inventing a GOLFBALL MACHINEGUN to deal with this M*THER F*CKER.
Please take the time to comment.
Friday, August 07, 2009
Thanks
I have said many times on this blog that the main reason that I keep posting is because the folks that do visit become almost like family and I want to talk to them. The conversation continues as always and we might disagree on occasion, but in the end everyone is still friendly and we all get along.
That said, flood this post. NOW. Say something.
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That said, flood this post. NOW. Say something.
Please take the time to comment.
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Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Okay, the Herd Needed Thinning!

This requires a little background, folks. You see, I am what is known in the 'hood as a big balla and I carry myself as such. When my deceased wife and I honeymooned in Palm Desert, California, (the golf courses rocked, baby) she decided that she wanted to go on to LA (not Lower Alabama) to see the city. I willingly agreed since I had never been out of the airport there and I knew that I would just be damned if I was going back out to LA. To me, it's like Dallas, really frigging big and spread out with too damn many folks living there. We stayed in the financial district at the Westin Bonaventure, made famous by that Clint Eastwood-John Malkovich vehicle, In the Line of Fire. There is nothing downtown, so we rolled through every damn neighborhood in LA, Compton, South Central, and even East LA. Weren't nothing to it after actually being west of the Viaduct in Jackson, Mississippi after dark. Just so you know, we went to Rodeo Drive and I didn't see one damn cowboy either, but I did see some assless chaps. Mann's Chinese Theater? Did it. The Pacific Coast Design Theater? Did it and got chased by security while filming the interiors. Those guys ran like they played in the PAC-10. They made me look like Herschel Walker. Of course, I was only 32 at the time. And for perspective, two weeks before the wedding, on the news, I watched some dudes rob a bank and walk down the street killing cops with fully automatic rifles. I was pumped to go. Plus we drove by O.J.'s Rockingham house. What a damn dump and you could smell UCLA from there, too. I had to throw my clothes away, the smell of a PAC-10 school cannot be washed out, y'all.
When she and I traveled to New York, same thing. I am small town Mississippi product and the only big city that I have ever liked is Chicago. Dunno why, just is. It could be that it was a stop on the underground railroad and I can get my kind of food there and listen to my kind of music too. Remember, if you were a Black blues man, you got the Hell up outta Mississippi, went to St. Louis and then on to Chicago to play our kind of stuff.
Anyhoo, she and I went to Harlem on the Red Apple and also jumped a train to Bed-Stuy. She was terrified. Me? Not so much. They are just punks and I have a death wish. Well, really Harlem was very nice compared to all the negative press. Bed-Stuy looked just like the little poor, rundown neighborhoods around here, just a much larger scale with the same deadbeat folks sitting on the stoop hollering profanity.
Now to the post.
To whom it may concern: If YOUR MAMA has to call the lawdogs out in the middle of the night on YOU, you might want to try to keep from telling the police to "Shoot me" while brandishing something in your hand. You know, police have been ridiculed by everyone so badly, that they try to comply with every one's wishes. Here's the story snipped from ABC News:
Khiel Coppin, 18, was "aggressive" and "moody," and a 911 call his mother made records the boy yelling "I got a gun! I got a gun!" investigators, who declined to be identified because they are not authorized to speak publicly, told ABC News.
Here's some of the notables that grew up in Bed-Stuy: Big Daddy Kane, Busta Rhymes, Lil' Kim, Fabolous *sic*, Homicide, The Notorious B.I.G. and last but not least, Juan Williams. Understand that Juan is probably the most dangerous of all these folks because he actually can vote, he has no felony record and is still alive,like that really matters when you are a Liberal. Oh well, you get the gist. It is a gangland slayville over there after dark so I am guessing that when you work as a police officer, you probably are a little jumpy because you might want to live through your shift. Racist!
I don't know about you, but if I am faced with a dude that's MAMA called the cops on him, I'm thinking that as a cop, I might be a little cautious where he is concerned. HIS MAMA! And when he is screaming "I got a gun!", I might have a tendency to believe his stupid ass. And when he raises what turns out to be a hairbrush in the dark, I might have a tendency to unload my weapon into his stupid ass. As a matter of fact, I might still be standing over his stupid ass right now, dry firing my weapon. My body is a temple and G_d gave it to me to use for a time, I am honoring G_d by taking the best care of it that I can. I guess that includes some dude brushing my hair in Bed-Stuy or trying to shoot me, too.
Go HERE to see my search. Five of the articles out of sixteen headlines, DO NOT have the words "hairbrush" or "brush." If I am the officer on the scene, if someone is screaming at me and his MAMA called 911 on his stupid ass, the only thing in his hand better be a big, inflatable stuffed animal with a neon-blinking shirt that reads, "I heart the police! Please don't shoot me, I am unarmed and will comply with every last thing that you tell me to do." and you will put it down very slowly, back away with your hands raised, and then lay face down on the ground with your fingers laced behind your head.
We now have our next Jena 6 story, folks! Let's get on those crooked cops that killed someone that was just wanting to brush their hair!
New Development: My link nows includes 26 articles and the news items are saying this dead guy was tweaked in the melon, oh Hell, that changes everything! And Al Sharpton IS on the scene. Glory be, he'll save the day!
Footnote about something totally unrelated: Bean and everyone less important, HERE's an article about the AF Academy needing Black players to speed their team up a little. I laughed out loud when I saw the headline. And I guess that I am a little late to the "Black Players are Better than White Players Party." RACISTS!
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Wednesday, September 12, 2007
The Past Continues......

When Ben was somewhere between two and three years old, about the age in the photo, he enjoyed going to Shoneys on Wednesday night to see Shoney Bear. As an aside, Shoney Bear is quite possibly the weakest restaurant mascot type animal ever frigging invented. Dammit, he looked stupid, but the munchkin liked him and the damn spaghetti, so I always acquiesced.
Anyhoo, you can imagine what a madhouse Shoneys was with all the little redneck kids running around and trying to tackle Shoney Bear and what not. And Little Dogs quietly sitting in his booster seat simply watches the melee.
Our waitress, named something like Georgiandinna, came over and exclaimed, "My,my, you is such a nice little man. Why is you so well behaved?" Picture this said by a large, large black woman in a very high pitched voice.
LD replied, "Because my daddy beats me."
She looked at me with an upraised eyebrow and I simply said, "Yes, and I shall use the knotted plow rope tonight." As if on cue, he started crying. I thought that I was going to go to jail.
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Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Parenting 101 - The Two Dogs Way!
You have to watch the entire clip, but it's my manipulation tactic for everything I try to get my son to do.
Saturday, March 26, 2005
Some of the Dumbest Parents in the World
Most of you already know my opinions on killing Terri Schiavo. (That's wasn't much of a clue, was it?) This post is not really about her, but more about the parents that take their children to protest and allow them, HELL FORCE THEM, to do something incredibly stupid.
I am one of those folks that thinks there is plenty of room for opinions on both sides of any issue and this situation is no different. My problem is with parents that take their young children to pro-abortion rallies, drag them to picket in front of abortion clinics, parade them in front of anti-war placards, etal.
I was reading the news this morning and saw a report that a ten year old boy and thirteen year old twin girls were arrested, dammit ARRESTED!, trying to take Terri water. While I think that this would be a very humane act, it is absolutely the dumbest thing a parent could let their child do. These are children, you dumbasses! Let them go play in the sandbox and leave them out of your political demonstrations. Do you honestly think that these kids have a developed opinion or theory regarding your protests? Do you honestly believe that you have the intelligence to be a parent if you allow your child to do something that gets them arrested?
Okay Gomer, here it is in a nutshell. If you want to go protest or demonstrate, by all means go to it. If you take your child to this protest and USE them to create some kind of empathy with your cause, you should have your head examined and maybe your kids taken from you to be given to someone that doesn't have their head up their ass.
Two Dogs chastises you, moron.
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I am one of those folks that thinks there is plenty of room for opinions on both sides of any issue and this situation is no different. My problem is with parents that take their young children to pro-abortion rallies, drag them to picket in front of abortion clinics, parade them in front of anti-war placards, etal.
I was reading the news this morning and saw a report that a ten year old boy and thirteen year old twin girls were arrested, dammit ARRESTED!, trying to take Terri water. While I think that this would be a very humane act, it is absolutely the dumbest thing a parent could let their child do. These are children, you dumbasses! Let them go play in the sandbox and leave them out of your political demonstrations. Do you honestly think that these kids have a developed opinion or theory regarding your protests? Do you honestly believe that you have the intelligence to be a parent if you allow your child to do something that gets them arrested?
Okay Gomer, here it is in a nutshell. If you want to go protest or demonstrate, by all means go to it. If you take your child to this protest and USE them to create some kind of empathy with your cause, you should have your head examined and maybe your kids taken from you to be given to someone that doesn't have their head up their ass.
Two Dogs chastises you, moron.
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Tuesday, March 08, 2005
New Hate-Filled Neo-Con Post!
Sorry, I have just been swamped up to my eyeballs with work and pushing little, old ladies into oncoming traffic. Y'all have done well in my absence. I have not had the time to figure out how I'm going to stir a bucket of dung over the religion debate, but trust me, I'm working on it.
To comment on the responses over my experience with public education and snatching my boy outta public school, let me say this. No one, I mean no one, is going to tell me how to raise my son. If you have ideas about how to raise your children, great. You raise yours and I'll raise mine.
That said, I attended public school back in a time when Blacks were forced to sit on the back of bus, but classes were fully integrated. I am not about to say that I had Black friends in Elementary school. It was frowned upon. My son has been exposed to the exact opposite of that. I have beat into him the fact that everyone is equal in the eyes of G_d and I will accept no less than that from him. He is a damn good boy.
He did attend public school until the time that the Flower Children teachers began to inundate his little brain with crap that I wouldn't try to sell to a wet brain. I'm sorry if it upsets some people, but I am a Catholic. I believe that homosexuality is wrong. I believe that molesting children is wrong. I believe that killing and selling drugs are wrong as well. To tell my boy that drinking and smoking dope and sleeping with men is okay goes against everything that I know to be the truth, so I snatched him out of public school.
I know that my son understands the sexual act and I know that he will wait until marriage. Did I? Why Hell no. I smoked weed, shot needle dope, drank and ran around with all kinds of women. To tell my son that he should not do the same as I did is NOT hipocritical, it's good parenting. I told him of my mistakes and how it cheapened the experience that I had with my wife, who was everything in the world to me. And worse still, I used up some of the things that I should have saved for her.
For a twenty year old to lecture on the state of affairs in today's youth is not only the sign of thinking that at twenty your opinion is sound, but ignorance in not knowing that your opinion is sure to change. Do you think that I always held the opinions that I do now? I grew up. My thoughts, feelings, and opinions began changing the day that I took responsibility for bringing another human into this tough world.
If you are not a bleeding-heart liberal through your twenties, you have no soul. If you are not evolving into a dyed-in-the-wool conservative in your thirties, you have no brain.
Peace.
UPDATE: No, soundboyz, I am not calling y'all out. The thing about don't tell me how to raise my kid was more in reference to the teacher telling me, "Mr. Mitchell, you have to teach your son these things." My response, "Shut up."
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To comment on the responses over my experience with public education and snatching my boy outta public school, let me say this. No one, I mean no one, is going to tell me how to raise my son. If you have ideas about how to raise your children, great. You raise yours and I'll raise mine.
That said, I attended public school back in a time when Blacks were forced to sit on the back of bus, but classes were fully integrated. I am not about to say that I had Black friends in Elementary school. It was frowned upon. My son has been exposed to the exact opposite of that. I have beat into him the fact that everyone is equal in the eyes of G_d and I will accept no less than that from him. He is a damn good boy.
He did attend public school until the time that the Flower Children teachers began to inundate his little brain with crap that I wouldn't try to sell to a wet brain. I'm sorry if it upsets some people, but I am a Catholic. I believe that homosexuality is wrong. I believe that molesting children is wrong. I believe that killing and selling drugs are wrong as well. To tell my boy that drinking and smoking dope and sleeping with men is okay goes against everything that I know to be the truth, so I snatched him out of public school.
I know that my son understands the sexual act and I know that he will wait until marriage. Did I? Why Hell no. I smoked weed, shot needle dope, drank and ran around with all kinds of women. To tell my son that he should not do the same as I did is NOT hipocritical, it's good parenting. I told him of my mistakes and how it cheapened the experience that I had with my wife, who was everything in the world to me. And worse still, I used up some of the things that I should have saved for her.
For a twenty year old to lecture on the state of affairs in today's youth is not only the sign of thinking that at twenty your opinion is sound, but ignorance in not knowing that your opinion is sure to change. Do you think that I always held the opinions that I do now? I grew up. My thoughts, feelings, and opinions began changing the day that I took responsibility for bringing another human into this tough world.
If you are not a bleeding-heart liberal through your twenties, you have no soul. If you are not evolving into a dyed-in-the-wool conservative in your thirties, you have no brain.
Peace.
UPDATE: No, soundboyz, I am not calling y'all out. The thing about don't tell me how to raise my kid was more in reference to the teacher telling me, "Mr. Mitchell, you have to teach your son these things." My response, "Shut up."
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