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Identifying At Risk Youth

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People always want to help the children. In fact, most really shitty government programs and policies, zero tolerance policies for example, are marketed as protecting the children and if you don’t support them you hate children. I am all for helping the children, so I am going to try to get a government grant for my revolutionary new youth program.

I am sure the government sponsored youth program market is quite saturated. With programs from Head Start to Youth Challenge it can be hard to find a niche. See despite the overabundance of programs, most at risk youth don’t know about these programs, or even know that they are at risk. My program focuses on identifying these at risk youths that may not know there are programs available to help them, and making sure at risk kids know they are at risk.

The program is simple, I will open kiosks in Walmart, Target, K-Mart, and CC’s Pizza and observe the customers for signs of at riskiness. The criteria for determining the level of riskiness at which the youth is are pretty straight forward. I will sit in my newly opened kiosk and if I see that three hundred pound woman in public in a moo moo and house slippers, if she has kids, they are at risk. That 90 pound woman in torn jeans, scratching her face like she has fleas with the teeth that look like she brushes with a Milky Way bar, her kids are at risk too. These kids, you guessed it, at risk! If these people have kids…who am I kidding? Of course they will, and they will be at risk.

The next step after identifying these at risk youth, is to council them and their parents. I would call these people to my kiosk, and explain to the kids and parents that they are at risk. It’s all about awareness. At risk youth awareness is essential in avoiding all the ickiness related to at risk youthiness. I don’t know about you, dear reader, but I feel like I have bugs crawling on me after close contact with at risk youthiness. I am making a sacrifice for the community at large by making personal contact with these undesirables.

I am still undecided as to how to make the public aware of the at riskiness of these youths. I was thinking of branding their forehead with ARY, or maybe cutting scars into their mouth or nose like the Native Americans used to do. I am open to suggestions.

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08/09/2013 at 5:40 pm

Shame, Come Back

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BBC News is running a story about American politics in the wake of Anthony *snicker* Weiner  sending out more pictures of his wang. The title is Anthony *snicker* Weiner, Eliot Spitzer and the death of shame. This concept of “the death of shame” set me to thinking (I know, I might hurt myself, but I’ll be careful). Where has shame gone in our society. We have removed social stigmas from so many things over the last few decades, and I wonder if the lack of shame may not be at least partially to blame for many of the most glaring social problems for which nobody seems to have a suitable answer.

Since the story that set me on this line of thinking has to do with Anthony *snicker* Weiner, let us take a moment to look at him, and his flaccid campaign.  Seriously, how the hell can a man with the last name of *snicker* Weiner get elected to office? There was once a time when he would have been laughed off the national stage for nothing more than his name. The fact that this guy shows his face in public with that last name proves that he is incapable of shame. If I was running against Anthony *snicker* Weiner, I would make a jingle to the tune of the Oscar Meyer Weiner Song. It would go something like:

I wouldn’t vote for Anthony Weiner

When he was a congressman he stunk

If you vote for Anthony Weiner

You might receive a picture of his junk!

I mean that stuff just writes itself. I don’t watch late night talk shows, but I gotta imagine Conan or somebody has already done this. Back to the topic at hand. Any man that can put himself in the national spotlight and say his name is Anthony Weiner, without snickering, and that he sent pictures of his weiner to girls, will feel no twinge of embarrassment for anything.

I imagine a lack of shame in politics should be expected considering the worthless human beings that participate in that racket. I know that Thomas Jefferson was putting slave girls to the figurative sword, and JFK was straight pimpin’ out of the Oval Office. I guess sexually retarded politicians are nothing new, but with low hanging fruit like Anthony *snicker* Weiner, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to take a few cheap shots. Besides, the sexual indiscretions of politicians are the least of our worries when it comes to American Government. Then again, if we weren’t electing idiots like these, would be subjected to the greater problems of the ramping up of the police state, divorce rape, or the tyranny of the Union?

Another societal ill that I think could benefit from a healthy dose of shame is the rise in criminality in this country. Race realists would probably just sluff this off as blacks being blacks, and I get that angle. My contention here is that would as many people of any color be getting arrested if there was still a stigma tied to being a criminal? Movies, video games, and music have helped erase the shame that was once tied to being a criminal. Hell, pop culture glorifies criminality. You don’t get ridiculed and ostracized for being a criminal today; you get “street cred.”

Forget the fact that criminals are drains on the tax payers. Forget the fact that every criminal has hurt someone. Forget the fact that they were getting cornholed in prison by Big Laurent for protection while begging for a reach-around. Forget the fact that they were trading blowjobs for honeybuns, and tossing salad for cigarettes. Forget all those things; criminals are effing cool! Kanye West told me so! [Edit: Just in case you thought Chris Rock made the whole thing up.]

I don’t know how much effect shame would have on politicians or criminals. Maybe everything in this post up to now is just spinning my wheels. There is one societal problem that think would be greatly reduced if shame did, in fact, come back. This last one makes my blood boil because it is precisely the removal of the stigma that has led to the explosion of this problem, and has caused a ripple effect, corrupting other aspects of society.

I am speaking of the unwed mother. There was once a time in this country where an unwed mother would be disowned by her family. She would be labeled a slut, and subject to public ridicule. Unwed mothers were rightly considered defective people, and social outcasts. With society’s further descent into the lie that is equality, unwed mothers have dragged down society like a millstone.

Unwed mothers have raised generations of emasculated boys, and girls with daddy issues. I think emasculated boys that grow into men who repress their manhood because they are told, get this, that they should be ashamed of fighting, flirting with girls, and generally acting like a man. In turn, the repressed sexuality in these emasculated men manifests itself as sexual retardation and higher rates of criminality. Anybody who has ever dated a stripper knows what daddy issues do to a woman. They have no idea how a man should behave, and gravitate toward men who abuse them. They have no idea how to relate to men, and resort to sex as a means of gaining the approval of men. Or worse, they learn to use sex to manipulate men, and wield the almighty vag like a weapon.

Maybe I am being too laser-like in my focus on unwed mothers. Maybe unwed mothers are symptom of the lessened social stigma attached to sexually promiscuous women. It could be that many women are no longer ashamed to ride the ole cock carousel, and that has been what has led to the explosion of unwed mothers. It seems this one may  be a chicken-egg discussion.

Whatever the case, I think politicians, criminals, and unwed mothers need a dose of shame in their lives. If people would get beyond the idea that judging people is wrong, some of these problems might start to improve. We have tried throwing money at problems, we have tried “awareness” and education, and we have tried being inclusive and understanding. It is time try to shame. It is time to openly mock sluts, criminals, and politicians named Weiner to make the world a better place for our children.

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08/01/2013 at 11:47 pm

Defining Race Relations

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You ever a buy a bag of cookies? Is bag the correct terminology? Is it pack maybe? You know what I mean, the cookies that come in the plastic wrapper with the clear plastic tray in which the cookies sit. Most of your Keebler cookies come in that type of packaging, with pictures of those treacherous elves. Fucking elves. Where was I? Oh yeah, so you go to get a cookie, and you open the plastic wrapper then slide the tray out. You grab one, or two, or three, or ten cookies. You then set them to the side to put up the rest of the cookies. You try to slide the tray back in the wrapper, but those miserable, evil, scheming little fucking elves made the tray and the wrapper almost identical in size. The wells in which the cookies sit grab the wrapper and hold on to it with the determination of a salt water crocodile pulling a gazelle to its doom. You go from frustrated to cursing mad like a Bugatti accelerating to 60. No matter how hard you try you can’t get the friggin tray back in its wrapper. Your reasonable mind thinks that maybe you should stop trying to force the situation, and tear the wrapper at its seam, but fuck that! This is a personal challenge issued by those knife-eared sons of bitches, and by God, you’re going to win it! You shove, and you twist, and you straighten, but its no use. That piece of shit tray won’t go back into that suck-egg wrapper, but you’ll be damned if you’ll admit defeat! You’re gonna show those effeminate, pointed eared, abominations whose boss! And finally after who knows how long, a ruptured vein in your four-head, and the vocabulary of children expanding in the four-letter word category, you finally have defeated this elven torture device. In anger and frustration, you smash the cookies on the counter, hurl your glass of milk into the sink, grab a bottle of scotch and drink yourself to sleep.

That is really all race relations is about. You’ve got a tray and wrapper that don’t want to be together, and a ruling class going through all manner of machinations to make it work. It is an exercise in futility, so they get frustrated and hate us. Or maybe that’s just my take on it. Reasonable people can disagree.

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07/10/2013 at 10:51 pm

Fourth of July Musical Interlude

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07/04/2013 at 11:25 pm

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Eyes Open

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As I picked myself up off the ground, trying to digest the previous events, I couldn’t help but wonder, “How did everything go so wrong?” You have heard that the moment before you die your life flashes before your eyes. It almost seemed as if that would be a comfort. Death descending on you in flash, a brief, ethereal autobiographical slide-show, then cut to black. Almost like ripping off a bandage so the pain comes all at once instead of lingering indefinitely. The suffering would be over. I would get to be with the Heavenly Father, and walk His streets paved with gold. That was not to be my fate. I could see death coming, rolling slowly toward me. How long would my demise last? Days? Weeks? Months? The buzzards gathering, squawking, peering hungrily, salivating, do buzzards salivate, I don’t know, but they should. This is my inner monologue damn it, and buzzards can salivate here.

Funny, those carrion-eating sons of bitches were once my peers, my leaders, and my so-called friends. They were the “in” crowd, and I was part of that. They acted as though we were family. They spoke words of adoration, and acceptance. We spent time together, got to know one another, and I had supported them in their endeavors because I believed in them. I believed in what they stood for, and what they were striving towards. How many times over drinks had we airily discussed our vision of the world the way it should be? We wanted a world without hate, famine, disease, or war. We just wanted everyone to get along and be happy; is that so wrong?

I knew I was different from them. Most of them had never seen a cypress tree in person. They had never been to a crawfish boil, driven a pick-up truck, shot a firearm, or said y’all. I did everything I could to show that I was like them. I donated money to the right causes, I started listening to the right music, and saying the right things. I was, for all intents and purposes, one of them. How could they do this me? Why? What do they stand to gain? Are they all so devoid of sin? How is it possible that they in the world could be so perfect as to pass judgment so harshly?

Is it me? Is there really some scaly cold blooded, baby eating monster inside me? Am I possessed by some latent evil spirit that exerts dominion over my thoughts as a punishment for the sins of my people? Is it possible that the evils committed by unknown ancestors dead for centuries have delivered me unto this evil? Maybe so. I mean, in that one flash of a moment I lost control. Maybe that lack of control is some irrefutable evidence of this evil, unbeknownst to me, hiding just below my white skin.

That moment…

That one white hot moment that snapped the single hair holding the invisible sword that hung over my life has apparently made me worthy of eternal damnation in the eyes of the world. That one moment where fear, frustration, anger, and apparently original sin erupted from my white heart and caused to spill forth an unspeakable evil, an unforgivable sin that I cannot take back. When the evil spilled forth, I tried to stop it. Unfortunately, you cannot grasp sin with physical hands. There is no earthly strength that can hold sin back. That evil which must not be named burst from my lungs like the fiery breath of a dragon and immediately filled those who witnessed it with hatred as if I had burned down their thatch-roof cottages, or roasted their cherished family pets.

Those flames ignited the countryside, and spread to all the corners of Earth. It caused the peasants to gather with their torches and pitchforks. They surrounded me, fired their arrows, and threw their stones. I am pierced and battered; bleeding away everything I had built. Standing…waiting for death to take me, and the buzzards to pick my corpse clean, but I am standing.

Funny, I am standing. Death has not taken me yet. That fire that I sent out in my moment as a dragon has returned to me, but it does not burn me. It burns them! It frightens the peasants, and repels the buzzards! This is not the fire of sin and Hell. This is the fire of defiance. Defiance towards those that tricked me into supporting ideals that threaten to destroy everything built by my ancestors. Defiance towards a system that is tolerant of everything but defiance, and the death sentence imposed on my character by the hypocrites whom built that system.

Now, once again in the moment, my defiance gathers inside me, and the flame erupts once again from lungs, and leaves my mouth in a single words: Nigger!

Oh, I’m sorry. Did I say that out loud? Shit, I guess I need to go cry to Matt Lauer.

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06/29/2013 at 12:37 am

More Catharsis

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I have mentioned before that I took to writing this blog to help me kind of think through my political beliefs. I have made a few posts with a little snark, but nothing too impressive. I have been trying to figure out why. I figure there are two good reasons for this:

1.) I think the first reason is I have shown some poor topic selection. While I am trying to pin down my voice and explore my Southern Nationalist / Secessionist (redundant? repetitive?) roots, I picked topics that just seem too obvious. How much more can be said about the Paula Deen debacle or illegal immigration? Both are so obvious it has been hard for me to come up with a new spin, so I took the easy way out. Snark. I have nothing against snark in and of itself, but the blogododecahedron is bursting at the seams with snark, and it has all been done before. By me even under different screen names. When a post is nothing but snark, it just smacks of laziness.

2.) The other reason is I am lazy.

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06/28/2013 at 10:04 pm

Why Society Is Less Civil

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Have you noticed just how rude people are these days? Do you seem to be constantly surrounded by rude people? Every time I find myself in a grocery store, fast food restaurant, or any other establishment where the general public is welcome I seem to be surrounded by rudeness. There is usually some barely literate cashier who can’t be bothered to address another human being in a polite fashion. The customers inside the establishment are typically so self-absorbed that they don’t even seem to be aware that there are other people in the area.

Don’t get me wrong. I am not advocating that people part like the Red Sea at my approach, or that cashiers engage me with a long list of all my positive traits. I would just like to see people in general be more polite.

I believe I know why politeness seems a foreign concept to many people these days. I think it is due to a total lack of ass-kickings. Am I crazy or was there once a time in this country when a guy would whip your ass if you didn’t show a certain amount of respect.  Was that maybe just in the South where a man would whip your ass if you didn’t tip your hat a lady and all that jazz?

One of my core philosophies is that some people just need their ass whipped. Unfortunately we have a built a society that favors peace at any cost. We go along to get along so to speak. I think the first nail in the coffin was when dueling was outlawed. Seriously, the next time you go into a grocery store, and some asshat parks their buggy in the middle of the aisle while they carefully weigh their options of between Lucky Charms and Frosted Flakes, I dare you not to want to slap them in the face with a glove and challenge them to pistols at first light.

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06/19/2013 at 9:06 pm

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