I have limited sympathy to offer the surviving Boston Bombing Suspect, but after hearing his mother speak, ...the pain,... the emotion... my heart goes out to her.
As the father of a son who has never come close to doing a 'Boston Bombing' type of thing, (but has done a few much lesser things... as has the Son of his Grandfather ;) ) I still feel for her.
Tis a terrible, horrible thing to see one's child involved in something like this.
God bless this woman, despite her faults.
One thing I do know, is that despite her faults, she never intended her son to do something like that.
I was once 19 and idealistic.
Easily swayed (but not swayed quite as much as this Cat in question. Then again, I did not have a much older brother to look up to, and be swayed by).
I saw much the same zeal in my own Son when his time came...
It did stir an awareness in me at the time.
(His mother said: he's YOUR son, what'd you expect?)
My son is now 26 years old.
He is not the same kid that he was at 19.
Not a Man.
Neither was I.
Nor were you.
Nobody is a Man at 19.
Not possible, the law be damned...
This Mother is seeing her Son taken from her, facing the Death Penalty.
You need to excuse her reactions at this time.
Keep in mind, in our quest for justice... that...
Her son may not be the same man that he would be if allowed to properly mature into the man that he really is.
I stand opposed to any Capital Punishment in this case.
No man is a Man at 19 years old.
It's just not possible.
To hold him accountable as such is just plain wrong.
Get that. It's wrong.
If this boy dies for what he did in Boston, that would be wrong.
Friday, April 5, 2013
Blogging has been the source of much joy the past several years and has lead to numerous real-life, honest friendships that span the nation. It's been a blessing.
(and you know who you are.)
I've had a few posts on the burner, some not completed, others intentionally not posted for business reasons. (Bail Bonds is as lucrative as it is competitive, and I didn't think it wise to expose marketing strategy through a Google search. Most of what I have to talk about the past several months has to do with this aspect of my life.)
All of that... and then there are basic life issues as well, things beyond my control and within, that have left me rather ornery...
I'm the happy guy you love today, and tomorrow I'll be the Son-of-a-bitch you wanna punch in the throat.
Fitting, I guess, ...since I am currently 'At War' with United Steel Workers (posted about) while engaged in Jihad against supervision at work;...
was encouraged today to attend the next union meeting (and have a beer!) on Tuesday where my issue(s) would be discussed, and having to decline, reminding the invitor that my presence was not preferred.
Fuck You, and the USW horse you rode in on...
It may be... that I am alone.
It may be... that I am not.
I do not know. My Circle Of Trust contracts by the day.
My Homies (those that I work with who know me: The Local) back me up. This I know.
The USW (i.e.: The International) think that I suck. No... they got that shit wrong... it is they who are doing the sucking... Fuck Them!
All Of Them!
Matters not to me...
This (both of them) is my fight to fight, through my own choosing.
I chose these (overlapping) battles (maybe stupidly) of my own free will.
I will fight them.
To conclusion... both of them.
May be, that I am a fool.
May be, that I am not.
Maybe, I am a prophet.
I only know that I can be an asshole at times.
('Asshole' has been my first name before..., that.. and 'Fuckin', as in: 'That Fuckin Gino' (another grievance that worked it's way through the (take-no-prisoners) process 12 yrs ago).
This is one of those times.
(the Supe that imposed 'Fuckin' as my first name has become my most die-hard defender today, and has privately encouraged me in this latest battle. 'Don't back down' he says, 'Don't back down'... )
To know me is to love me, I've always said that, didn't I?
My text messaging is off the charts rights now... tonight!
"Give 'em hell, you bastard"
"Hit the Asshole switch"
" Be Gino!"
I may be wrong.
I may be right.
I may win.
I may lose.
What do I know...?
is that my popularity among The Brothers has never been higher than it is tonite.
With one grievance I have become a Rock Star.
USW can go to Hell.
I got this shit, and I don't need you.
So, Fuck Off!
Despite what some might be thinking, I have not abandoned blogging. I just need to find a way out of my funk and get the mojo back again.
I miss being in the conversation and will work my way back into it.
Just bear with me.... OK?