A Lost Generation

 I just heard to most inane thing from this generation of 20 somethings.

First off, let's set the stage.  The woman is a recent college grad, mid 20s and employed.  She has a man friend, who I assume the same age group, who is in seminary to become a Priest.  OK, so far so good.

Now comes the weirdness

He asked her to watch the movie Song of the South.  OK, still good.  This is a movie from 1946 and taken from Uncle Remus' stories.  Keep the context and time in history in mind.  That's how things should be judged.  NOT by today's standards.  

Anyway, moving on.  This is what she told me about the movie watching experience.  In her own words.

"Just last night he made me watch "Song of the South" and messaged him throughout the movie so he knew where I was and then he wanted my opinion if the movie was racist or not. Granted I haven't seen that movie in years so I didn't remember most of it, but I thought it was harmless, it is still Disney after all."

A couple of things.  You watch a movie and text each other???? What The Hell is that?  Next is the assumption that Disney is harmless?????  That tells you just how much 'woke' crap is perfectly OK.I don't get it and I don't want to.  I watch a movie without texting to prove I watched it.  That's nuts.  She should have said that.  He, who will be a priest, is learning that you can 'force' folks to do your will. And it's not too hard.  I don't get it. 

You know, we've had our Greatest Generation.  Now, I think we have the most Lost Generation.  

Nope, Not Doin' It

 Sorry, I changed my mind.  I will not be rehashing my life without freedom. But, I will say this.  I found out that jails and prisons are filled with black folks, 'who didn't do it', and run by black folks, who don't care.  Most all of these black folks hate white folks and the fight to survive is real.  Black people bitch about jails and such.  But, they're running them.  So, shut up.  

These people are who they are and that will never change.  There is difference and NOT in a good way.  Don't like it?  Deal with it.  I saw it and experienced it.  You cannot change my mind.  I believe my eyes and they showed me the truth.  

Pass

 Taking a pass for today.  Too much pain and I'm having some chest issues.  It's hard to breathe today.  So, I have to focus on forcing myself to get things done.  Then pray this passes.  If not, I pray I just pass.  

Guns Drawn

 Let's get started.  When you are barely middle class and you work for very wealthy and influential people, you pay a heavy price for any misstep you make.  That's fact.  Remember, it's not a race thing.  It is and always has been a CLASS thing.

Fast forward to a few states away.  I was at home and I heard noises outside.  I had just come back from being on the run for several months.  Anyway, I went outside to check and found a rifle shoved in my face.  The FBI had arrived.  There was an officer at each corner of the house.  Needless to say, I was thrown in the car, with a co defendant, and hauled to the local jail.  That was the end of my freedom for 7 years.  

Understand I stole from a wealthy employer.  No one was physically hurt.  No property was damaged.  It was a simple, white collar crime.  But, when the upper class feel violated they will take it out on you to the ultimate maximum that they can.

I was now facing Federal and State charges and these wealthy folks were demanding max sentencing.  Oh and let me mention I had no prior record for anything outside of the law.  But, I touched their stuff so if they could have given me the death sentence they would have.    Remember it's CLASS, not race.

I'll stop here and pick up with my first encounter with jail.

Unspoken

 Someone told me I should start putting out some blurbs about all of the unspoken experiences that I've had in my life.  You know, the stuff that only 1 or 2 folks know about.  

What have I got to lose?  Might be a good thing to show folks that horrific life events don't have to destroy you and they do not make you a  victim.  Most important, you don't blame someone else or some other group for your own idiot actions.

Buckle up, and I'll gather my thoughts and my next post will kick things off.

Speaks to my Soul

 This man has been my music love, for decades.  No one, can speak to me the way that he does.

Bone Tired

 All I can say is I feel like I'm fading.  Each day seems to be harder and harder.  I'm up for a few hours to do just a few things and then the tiredness washes over me.  I keep going, but the tiredness is forever in the forefront of my mind.  

It's beginning to get to me.  I sleep about 10 hours a night.  I do my exercises and the things I should do.  But, my body is wearing out and I feel like I'm fading in to the background.

This makes me wonder what it will feel like to die alone and at home.  Guess I'll find out.