Wednesday, September 29, 2010

I'm not scared to beat up a 6 year old!


"Is your daughter home?" I don't care who these words come from or at what age the person is that speaks them, it turns a Dad's stomach. At least it does mine. When I found out my wife and I were going to have a girl almost 6 and a half years ago, I remember standing there in the ultrasound room thinking, Daddy's little girl. The second thought was not so pleasant. Somebody is going to want to date her someday.

So what did that mean? That meant at that very moment somewhere in this world there was a little boy, hell he might not have even been born yet. I don't like him. At all. Period.

A great guy that used to work for me and became a fantastic friend had raised three daughters. He mentioned the 1st thought and the 2nd thought. He smiled and says the 2nd thought never goes away. Great. 14 months later we were blessed with my 2nd daughter. Two to worry about now.

I have a son and don't remember ever thinking , "man I hope he doesn't have a bunch of girlfriends." Those thoughts never crossed my mind. He has now graduated high school and been through more girlfriends than I can remember their names. Still no problem there.

But, what about my girls? They are all of 5 and 6 and it already strokes me out. Two days into kindergarten my oldest daughter comes home and tells me a boy called her "hot". That's it I am whipping some 5 year old ass, come here boy. Then she started coming home with stuffed animals the boys were giving her. What the hell? Where are the teachers when these wolves are tracking my sweet daughter?

Now my youngest daughter is in kindergarten and her and her sister talk about the "cute" boys in school. Excuse me while I vomit………Ok I am back. I am not sure I am wired for all that lies ahead of me.

Now that I have laid the foundation for this thought, it brings me to the boys in my subdivision. Especially the little 6 year old stalker from across the street. The one that showed up on my doorstep at 7:05 am to let me know the bus was coming in an hour. The one that showed up at 8:15 pm wanting to know if MY girls could come out and play. The one that has made me a hostage in my house, who runs across the road every time my front or garage door comes open. C'mon man go find a boy to play with.

My wife laughs at me. In fact everyone that hears my rants and concerns gets a real kick out of it. Not funny folks. What am I going to do the day I open the front door and find the teenage version of me standing on my front porch wanting to see one of my girls? I figure this may be some type of payback for the things that I may or may have not done when I was growing up.

So in closing, if in the next 10 years or so, my daughters and I disappear, well it is because we have moved to an undisclosed location and will be remaining in hiding until they are 40. Any Dad's out there know of place to move to, because I know you have thought of it.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Don't Tase Me Bro!

That very sentence will either make you laugh or make you cringe.  I guess it depends on what side of the taser you are on.  The taser or the tasee.  If you do what you are supposed to do, you will probably never be on the business end of riding the lightning.

The use of tasers is back in the news again.  Is it excessive when they are used by Police officers?  I would say that almost all of the time when someone is zapped, they had it coming.  Yes, I am sure there are a few cases the use was not warranted.  I think these are the exception and not the norm.

The truth of the matter is this, it never looks good when police officers use force.  It never does.  I know.  I have been a police officer for most of my adult life.  I have had to use force on several occasions.  It never looks good.  No matter how justified it is.

Recently on the Early Show, a female reporter asked a former NYPD officer what people can do to avoid being tased.  This may be one of the dumbest questions I have ever heard.  The officer's response was priceless, "Do what you are told."  Sounds simple enough.

Cops usually don't roll into a scene and think I'm going to physically hammer somebody here.  There are usually some circumstances that lead up to the impending carnival ride.  Usually, the bad guy pays the quarter to ride and then bitches about the ride when it's over.  Do what you are told.  Don't fight, don't spit, don't run and you are probably going to be alright.

There are always going to be those cases when somebody's ticket gets permanently punched even if the officer used the minimum amount of force needed to end the situation.  It happens.  It's unfortunate, but it happens.  These are freak occurrences and no one planned on or tried killing anyone.  Most of the time there underlying medical problems that contribute to the death or there is something that is running through their veins that sends them flying into the abyss.  There is no way for the officer to know that prior.  I can tell you, you don't have the chance to ask a persons medical history or if they are on drugs as they are trying to bash your head in because they want to get away.

One case, the suspect is suing because he has a pacemaker and the cops used a taser on him.  Tough shit.  I can't believe the cop didn't stop to ask as you were fighting him or not complying.  Now it's the cops fault.  An officer has a split second to make the best decision they can to end a situation as quick as possible.  Then everybody and their brother has forever to set back and analyze the copper's actions.  Unless it is just crazy over the top brutality, the cop did what he needed to do.  It is easy to set back and say you should have done this or you should have done that in the comfort of your office.  You should try it on the side of a deserted road, by yourself at 2 in the morning, when you are fighting for your life.  The bad guy's health history never crosses your mind.

Give the cop the benefit of the doubt until you get all of the facts.  Most important don't be an asshole.


Thursday, September 16, 2010

Send Me To the Girl’s Locker Room and the Hell With Being PC


I usually try to add some food for thought about once a week on my blog. I try to pick topics that I feel that I have a fairly good understanding of. Therefore I can go into one of my rants and feel that I have at least some knowledge of what I am babbling about. After writing this one I realized a covered a lot of the spectrum here.

But, I got to thinking about this week's entry. I thought to myself, self, I want to be a reporter in the locker room for the female swim teams, an on the spot reporter in the cheerleader locker room or maybe the locker room correspondent for women's beach volleyball or the WNBA. Let me remind you though, I will be offended if I see any women in various stages of dress or if there are any comments made. Pretty ridiculous, huh? I think so as well.

That is also how I feel about the "hottest reporter on the planet" claims she was harassed in an NFL locker room. That is like a stripper coming out to stage 3 and then complaining the customers were groping at her and making comments. What did she expect? I am not saying that's right or wrong. But it is the reality of things. When you put yourself in certain situations some things will have a high probability of taking place. Now, a reporter that looks the way the Inés Sainz and dresses the way that she does may expect that when she walks into a room full of Alpha males that play in the NFL, something might be said.



Do women have the right to be sports reporters? Absolutely. Do they have any place being in the men's locker room? Absolutely not. No more than male reporters belong in any of the locker rooms that I talked about earlier. I think most reasonable people would feel that way. I think.

The second part of the story that really bothers me is how the Jets have made their apology and Clinton Portis has now recanted his words. Portis pissed the Political Correctness Police off with his statements.

This eventually has brought me to my point. We are crippling ourselves as a society with this Political Correct bullshit. Yes. I believe you must respect each other and treat others the way you want to be treated yourself. However, we hopped off that train and now are onboard some kitty cat, flower filled train that uses new wave energy instead of fuel to propel us into ruin.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Its not a baby, kill it


I am sure this will be my most controversial blog yet. I do feel that it is one that has to be written. I have sat on this idea for almost 2 months now. It has eaten at me since I read it in the Post Disgrace (Dispatch) in July. Hit me with your feedback. Here we go.

In the editorial section there was an article by an unnamed author banging the State of Missouri and the Governor for allowing more restrictive Abortion laws to go into effect. The author basically claims there is no fact as to when life begins. Also, completely disagrees with the new laws because it may make women think twice about getting an abortion. Here are some of the quotes:

The law requires abortion clinics to offer women a chance to view ultrasound images and listen to heartbeats of their fetuses. It requires that 24 hours before an abortion procedure takes place, a woman must show up in person at the abortion clinic to be counseled on the "anatomical and physiological characteristics of the unborn child."

The law will present new, but not insurmountable, hardships on women seeking abortions. It may prevent a few of the approximately 7,500 abortions done in Missouri each year.
It will do nothing to ensure that the child who is born is wanted and loved or receives medical care after birth or enough to eat or a decent education, issues far less important to state lawmakers than intruding on a very difficult moment in a woman's life.

Here's the strangest part of the law: It requires abortion providers to present women with a brochure, to be provided by the state Department of Health and Human Services, that reads, "The life of each human being begins at conception. Abortion will terminate the life of a separate, unique, living human being."

Really? We know that is what many people believe, and we respect their beliefs. But belief is different from fact, and science has not established the precise moment when human life begins.
This is a religious, theological and, indeed, metaphysical question. No public body, even those far more learned than the Missouri Legislature, can answer it. Nor should it try.

Are you freaking kidding me?

How dare the State of Missouri say "we want you to think about this." Man that is terrible that you are going to have to go in there and see the baby and listen to the heartbeat you are going to extinguish, forever. Yeah, we definitely don't what you to put much thought into this.

I really like the part saying state lawmakers are "intruding on a very difficult moment in a woman's life". I am sure it is a difficult; you just decided to kill your child. That would be tough. However, not near the bad day the baby is getting ready to have. If you have not picked up on it I am against abortion. Period.