We needed tough lessons as children. An occasional playground fight was expected as the norm, and if we complained to our mother that we were being teased, we were treated to this glorious aphorism: “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me.” My mom used to say that all the time, one of the seemingly endless adages she had at her disposal to deal with any of life’s problems. To this day I think long and hard about the practical application that dogma had on my life.
The idea that you could actually choose whether or not to be hurt by words: that was huge for me. Even though it has been repeated ad nauseam for generations, “sticks and stones” really is a powerful bit of philosophy to a kid. That’s one of the great things about being a parent: you can spout nothing but clichés, and yet, to your child, you come off as one of the great thinkers in Western culture.
–from MEAN DADS FOR A BETTER AMERICA, by Tom Shillue
sometimes I upload and it gives me a message that the video is "processing" but it never fully does! So anyway this one is from March 2nd
Also- I'm making the announcement before Michael does- I'll be on Jesse W Primetime tonight with CHARLIE guest hosting. so that probably means 8:50 or so. I guarantee we will be discussing the Oscars and other HOLLYWEIRD issues
Thank you for reminding me. I wanted to talk about our post-show hangout in Memphis and here it is:
“The Damndest thing”
I was patrolling a suburban area on the eastern side of US RT 1 (The One for you Californians).
George’s Place, you know, the little farm of the first President, is in the area.
Mt Vernon
It was around 02:00 hours when I received a call for a possible ‘break-in’ at an elementary school.
These were usually BS, wind rattled a window, some kid ‘egged’ the building, but it was rare to have an actual ‘B&E’ with an alarm.
This school was in a wealthy bucolic neighborhood along the Potomac River, it was bordered by the southern brick wall of Mt Vernon Plantation.
I was thinking it would probably be a nice walk around the school, then I’ll catch up on paperwork in the parking lot, just in case. No fuss, no muss…
I pulled up beside another ‘LTD Crown Vic’, except this one was white, and it had yellow lights.
County School Security…
Crap, I’ve got to deal with ‘Barney Fife’ too…
I exited my cruiser and the school security officer sprang from his vehicle.
Our uniforms differed in color, and he didn’t have a fire arm was the only real ...
