Discussion in 'Los Angeles DODGERS' started by irish, Apr 2, 2017.
I'd be spanking the wife and not the kid, but that's just me.
I love my mom dearly, more than life itself.
My mom would get angry and lose control.
I would kneel and let her go off and beat the shit out of me until her angel could wrestle the demon inside her and she would stop and feel immense remorse.
First times I would run. She would chase and two things would happen.
She would get angrier and angrier for having to chase. I got hit less but she did not feel that remorse and we did not have that moment where she apologized and asked god to help her with her demons.
She would also sometimes slip or otherwise hurt herself trying to chase me down around the apartments.
My mom beat me hard every day and most of the time for no reason. If she was mad and I was fidgety I would get it.
She would get so angry she would not notice she was grabbing the belt from the wrong side and I would end up with big mexican buckles hitting the back of my head.
Kneeling down and letting my mom beat me was the only way to 'beat' her. And it eventually saved her.
And it saved me. Because where I grew up there was punches thrown every day. And I was never afraid of getting in a fight or getting punched in the face. Bullies could do nothing to me and my job was to hunt bullies and give them shit whenever they bullied someone so they would turn their aggro on me. I loved to fight but my code of honor would never allow me to start a fight.
Like a vulture I would just wait around with my eyes peeled for when some dude wanted fight some other dude who obviously did not want to or could not fight.
Thanks to mom.
Some might think my mom was cruel, evil, or at least bad... nope, she was just a little crazy.
Lots of people get crazy man, life situations are very messy and not all of us walk around 100% whole 100% of the time.
So we gotta cut those people some slack.
BTW, the school and the people involved here did their job.
What sucks is not that the CPS was called and that they temporarily took his kids.
That is the system and he had faith in the system and the system worked as it should.
The problem is that if he was not of wealth or power this incident would not have worked out as well as it did for him.
If he was a regular mexican immigrant or some black dude from long beach the outcome would have been different.
Which is the point of the system. Reward desirables and disregard undesirables.
Either way, the system works for those that create the system.
genuinely sorry you had to got through that rube
thanks man but no sorrys needed, my mom was going through a rougher time than that
my point is that society is very stratified and the people at the top or in the middle are sickened by what the lower classes have to do to survive
listen man, if you are from the hood and your mom does not beat the shit out of you daily guess who is going to instill fear in you?
the man and everyone else who tries to tell you he is the man.
what my mom did to me was nothing really, i needed that so i could handle much much worse shit
shit my mom would kick my ass hard everytime she got a call from school that I had been in a fight.
i got in fights every other day, but I tried to keep them outside school grounds as much as possible.
when i was in el salvador during the revolution i experienced true horror
I walk around the woods at night with no protection knowing there are bears and lions all around.
ive fought pit bulls to stop them from fighting by putting my hands in their jaws to pull them apart
ive walked on treetops jumping from top to top like a flying squirrel choping down branches with my legs using gravity because my shoulder was spent and I had a lot of branches to chop because the fire was coming strong down the hill.
ive stood with firefighters fighting fire with fire burning down brush to practically move mountains in which i mean we moved the shining serpent that is a fireline away from our mountain and down another less populated one.
ive had soldiers point their rifles on my forehead while I look at them without the ability to remove the smirk from my face or the smart ass from my tongue
i have gotten beat so bad without defending myself to make onlookers cry... probably at their own shame
i cant really talk about the real bad stuff because i never say anything that incriminates anyone and i never say anything that can put anyone in danger or shame.
you see a lot of shit when you don't grow up in the right environment
you have to be involved in a lot of shit too
it is hard for parents to teach you how to thrive when they themselves are trying to survive
you learn to survive, there is no thrive without survive.
you can figure out your life later, but first your parents job is to make sure the things around you dont kill you
ghetto parents arent looking to keep their children safe from exposed power outlets or asbestos in the ceiling or lead paint
ghetto parents are looking to keep their children safe from their kid getting killed by a cop or landing in jail or becoming a thug gang member or a drug addict pissing in the street or from all the rapists, killers, and registered child molesters living in or around your apartment building.
parents beat your ass and put the fear of god in you to keep you safe
and even when they fuck up and go overboard 99% of the time in the long run it will be for your own good.
most grown men today cant take a punch to the face
because they never have had to
experience is preparedness
and most people are not prepared
big difference between discipline and abuse
just sorry you had to suffer
its funny kinda funny but when you are a kid and this is your world you don't see it that way
i never once saw it as suffering
and never blamed my mom or got angry at her
she suffered many times more than i have ever suffered
in fact i thought i was a lucky kid growing up because my mom had instilled a super positive attitude in me
and when shit hits the fan throughout my life it is that attitude that keeps me well
my mom was the type that if she heard there was an earthquake in her home country and people were dying and she thought she could help... well that means she would pull me out of school and the two of us would get on a plane and go be missionaries helping to find missing people for a few months.
my dad is the polar opposite and the definition of a cynic. he never laid a hand on me.
think about that for a moment. my dad never beat me, I never feared him.
my mom beat the shit out of me but she showed me how to fear and how fear is love in the way that fear and fealty come from the same word.
but now my dad is old and sick and I have to do my duty and go see him in of all places... fresno.
it was tough enough when he lived in Moreno Valley because who the fuck wants to go over there.
but now he moves to fresno
now that is real suffering right there
i would take all those beatings back again than have to drive to fresno and back.
it is weird, never felt much love for my dad other than that of a kid who always wanted and tried connecting with his dad only to be chronically rebuffed
he has never really cared about anything in his life
but now he is old and his voice is much softer and humble
and when i called him last night and he asked me in this weird longing voice "how come you haven't called since the last time, its been 5 months"... i began to tear up hard but of course had to hide it as best i could from dad.
this is not how my dad is, he never has emotion but now he is all emo
he sounds like his little brother who is mentally handicapped and lives in a home in el monte
i go visit him and he tells me that my dad kicked him out of the car.
he tells me that story over and over in the same tone of voice as my dad did when asking me why i havent called
there was no car
my retarded uncle means to say that my dad abandoned him in that government home decades ago before i was born and left town
just like he did to us
but now my dad sounds just like him
my dad has not seen me in a few years but i saw him when he had a heart attack and i went up to fresno early in the summer.
he was intubated and in and out of consciousness but has no memory of me being there
the fact that i went to fresno when i heard he was probably going to die seems to have touched him
either that or the hand of god was about to take his life and the fact that he was spared has given him a new way of understanding
because i agreed to spend my hard yeard 3 years worth of vacation time in Fresno.
i hear they have some caves and shit
maybe i go see the national parks around there
im sure they have good weed
Wherever Joey Loco Diaz was playing
someday a hug but ... we resist
Didnt get spanked too often. Got slapped in the mouth a few times when I was popping off. Didnt care for it.
Now I'm sad.
In fact.. you were lucky
LOL been there.. and agree
We all have our crosses to bear buddy, my own father was also in absencia pretty much forever
I eventually made peace, as fellow adults, but there could never be a true healing for he didn't care
Whatever. One moves along or does not. I salute you for finding positive attributes where few were obvious
Didn't care for it... but know that you earned it.
Get over the sadness as it's your weight and no one else's
i know why you're sad, sorry man
i got beat a bit but i was starting fires and all sorts of crazy shit
we had our bikes and dug holes in the fields to get into all sorts of trouble
not even saying its a good thing to swat a kid in the mouth or anywhere else for that matter
but a typical spanking is more about shaming and doesn't leave welts
i think shame is a good thing and not having any around doesn't make us a better society
you fuck up theres a price to pay
i've had latinas slap me in the face cause that normal when a guy talks a certain level of shit and i deserved it so i said thanks
been punched in the face more times than i can count form early grade school on
doesn't matter who you're fighting unless you can knock them out w one punch you usually get hit lol
i hate how that feels and as a result i avoid conflict and see it coming from a mile away
sometimes there's no choice but to defend but anyway the guy spanking his kid should have been left alone
a crack or two on the butt is not brutality unless you need to regulate every aspect of society like this state especially does
i feel lucky i didn't have boys some days cause if i think of having a kid like me i'd likely go to jail
Tip of the Day: As a person who was most always working on a sculpting or painting project, and not willing to risk hand injuries, the Joan Crawford child beating method was tops of the pops...
I wasn't actually sad. just making a joke.
thought you might be thinking about mom
someone had to cuff your ass
gawd please no. The PC police are everywhere. Any cell phone is an excuse to call Child Protective Services. What you made your kid walk home from school? That's a CPS call. Inadequate lunch prep? Thats a CPS call. Smack on the behind for 'whatever' reason that's a CPS call AND a large dose of public shaming.
and indeed those thoughts permeated with my raising of my son... whom I kept from meeting the likes of You until he was an adult.. LOL
Seriously, the opportunities to go to jail were plentiful back in the day. Damned glad that I'd sobered up a bit before havng kids, my boy has a 'slightly' better head on his shoulders... except for the blatent womanizing.. and misplaced admiration of you LOL "Slam piece" whaaaat?
RIP Penny Marshall. Loved her turn in Laverne and Shirley of course. Grew up watching that show back to back with Happy Days back when ABC ruled. Of course cannot forget A League of their own, brilliant movie. Thanks for the memories.
big with tom hanks too
Yeah Penny had too many credits to list
In front, behind or in the neighborhood of the camera.
I just saw a sidewalk interview from a coupe years ago where the final Q was "do you have any advice for Jeannie Buss?" and without missing a beat "tell her to get rid of that brother of hers"
Entertaining until the end
Not keeping track of the 2018 Death Pool but today we lose Sandra Locke
Hard to believe that she was 74?!? Damn @irish we're getting old
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