Some Stuff I Want to Say

It seemed a bit slow so I figured I could get away with a brief rant in two parts.


One:

On this Jean Thing and some other current discussions; It always leads back to the children. Some people see kids as miniature adults *puke* and sometimes never consider the ha-uge chemical changes that these little human cubs go through. Their brains go through an enormous galvanizing process when they are about two years old (Terrible twos- Who knew?) then again at puberty and finally at eighteen to twenty-one. And therein lies the problem. How many adults are not educated enough to understand the basic sociology behind kids and their needs? That may be rhetorical but in my experience, ignorance rules.

So, they fall back on that old dusty book of myths that their mommy and daddy taught them about.. Trouble, that.

Two:

The Bible. I love the bible. As I have said, I have fourteen copies. Whenever I am at a yard sale or sumpthing I always look for the heirloom types, those supple leather bindings of dimpled and otherwise textured facades. I almost feel holy just handling some of them, but even my revered copy of The Complete Works of Robert W. Service is not leather bound! (Yard sale tip: If you feign meekness, they usually tell you that if you really need it, you can have it for free.)

So, where was I...oh ya....I have never published this on the internet, but I have written several letters over the years to friends and family members answering their question; Does the bible mean anything to you? The answer is Yes It does. The following is a compendium of those letters.

I tried studying the bible in the theological style, and I had a really good mentor, but alas, I could not/ cannot get past the accepting-the-miracles stage.

So, you might ask, OK Frog what what does the bible mean to you? One Thing- Sacrifice.

Over the years I have read the bible sober, mostly, and also under the influence of a couple of preferred recreational substances; forward, backward, start with NT, & et., and slowly but surely I could see the message of the bible and finally one day about seven years ago I had a Revelation. There is a thread running through the bible. I had always expected that, and I had a couple "pet" ideas over the years based on my conclusion that since humans wrote this book then it possibly contained a "human" message. That message is basically, "There is no free lunch."

In the spirit of the brevity that I promised and my inability to stay focused, having hit the road at 4:30 AM this morning, suffice to say that I think the bible tells us that the most important thing we sacrifice ourselves for is the well being of our children. Not even our own kids, but the children of this community who will inherit exactly what we left to them.

Skipping over many other issues related to this, I shall come back to the Jeans of the world and child rearing. If there is anyone here reading this and you beat your kids, stop it now. Do not sacrifice that child to that horrible humiliation. Would you smack your wife? Turn her over your knee? Your co-worker/ subordinate at work? No. But in realty, if someone gets mad at me and whacks me in the ass, I don't care because I am a mature adult and I will merely cal 911, or better yet, fuck you up.

Here is a personal example. My youngest son, then four years old, now almost 19 was the shopper from hell. You couldn't go into a store without the usual shenanigans. One day I determined it was time we had to go, and without buying supper, we would have to go without having our favorite meal that night.

His Mother and I made grilled cheese sandwiches and he realized that he was the cause of the austerity meal. He became the best shopper in the universe, and still is. Why? Because he could see that we sacrificed our favorite dinner to show him how unacceptable his actions were.

Many parents do not understand how to teach values to their kids. They seem to want to teach them myths, or worse, beat them into submission, which is always counterproductive.

Respectfully submitted,
froggie