Writing

The human male, a plague on humanity.

As a white male, this is a tragic assessment of my gender. There is no science, behavioral or biological, that can explain away our unforgivable behavior.

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I simple cannot find words that are strong enough to describe my bewilderment at “the why”. What the !@?# is wrong with us? Is it a physical or a chemical thing? “I’m sorry sir, I’m afraid you’ve been diagnosed with a terminal case of Male. Unfortunately, it’s incurable and you’re just going to have to live with being an asshole.”  Think I’m overreacting? Test question:

What is the gender of every School  shooter, Church shooter, Public Event shooter, Highway shooter, Shopping Mall shooter, Military Base shooter.  Who is plowing into crowds with a vehicle, hi-jacking planes, car-jacking cars, stabbing people in crowds and who is also most likely to shoot up a restaurant, rob you, assault you, rape a woman, man or a child. Who is most likely to be banned from living within X number of feet from a school. Who is starting forest fires, abusing animals or most likely to drive stupid? Hint: Males

I genuinely believe that if an “animal” species’ behavior was this one-sided, we’d be exterminating them or at the very least, controlling their numbers or behavior. Actually, I think we do that with bulls. Maybe the problem and solution have been staring right at us the whole time; Balls.

It’s easy to blame guns, society, bad parenting, politics or Bugs Bunny, but at the end of the day, the true problem is patently obvious; he’s walking the streets and waiting at a crime scene near you.

Until we “man-up” and face reality, these tragedies are going keep happening especially when the cause is in charge of fixing the problem.

 

 

 

Writing

Learning English? Good Luck! Grammar, Homophones & Slang

The English language has gone “off the rails”. It’s like a code. My heart goes out to all who are brave enough to try.

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poetry, Writing

It’s “Time” to fit in

America was once a Melting Pot
A stew of many lands
The contents many, but individual
The world reflected in a pan

This Pot contained the customs
Of each culture and it’s beliefs
But no matter how hard you stirred it
The Pots’ ingredients refused to mix

Each person seemed a foreigner
Yet together in this American land
Afraid to accept the culture
Of the person, living right next to them

Even I felt like a foreigner
Though here I was born and raised
So many different cultures
All struggling to find a place

The Melting Pot began boiling
As Time had lost all patience, at Humanities refusal to bend
So Time stepped in with a blender
And then poured the Pots’ contents in

What was once a Pot of colors
Of stubborn people who won’t mix in
Is now a stirred up mixture, of
One beautiful color, living harmoniously, in a pan.
Now no one seems a foreigner, no excuse to not fit in, for we all can exist equally, in this Melting Pot of this land.