Welcome to the Common Sense Department

Welcome to the Common Sense Department

Keep your mind open at all times. If you lack common sense of your own, please proceed in an orderly fashion to the nearest balcony and someone will be waiting to assist you over the edge.

All monitors should remain in the upright position and you should remain seated for the duration of the tour. If you have questions or comments, please direct them to the Author at the conclusion of the tour.

Strap in and hold on. It is bound to be a hell of a trip.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Parents aren't emotionless robots... We are human, we make mistakes...

It's been forever since I've written anything on here, but I find it hard to sit and write to a blank screen if I am not fired up about something.  Seems kind of ridiculous in a way I guess, but that is just me.

The latest thing that has lit a fire under my rear is the blatant disregard for the emotional turmoil and the detrimental effects removing a child from the home has on the parents.  Everyone is so quick to acknowledge what that separation does to the child, but no one focuses on the parents.  No one cares how that affects the parents behavior and emotional state.

The government agencies sit there, expecting the parents to become superhuman in order to get their children back, siting how distraught the child is, but ignoring that the same is true for the parents, especially the mothers.  They are so ready to blame the parents for every misstep as if they make mistakes on purpose and seem to go out of their way to make a successful reunion impossible by way of punishing the parents for every error while never offering any solution or support to the parents in achieving the goal of getting their children back.

I am not a trained psychologist, but I don't believe it takes one to recognize the blatant disregard our society has for parents.  First, parents are never taught properly how to be parents before becoming one, then once they make a mistake, the most exaggerated steps are taken against them by a society and government agencies who are too quick to jump to the wrong conclusions and pass biased judgments.  Once a child has been removed from the home, not a thought is spared for the suffering and depression that affects the parents of the child, while every thought is given to a misguided idea regarding the welfare of the child.

Yes, some parents shouldn't be allowed to raise their children, especially those who are abusive, but those same rules are enforced even on parents who make the smallest of mistakes in comparison to abuse.  Not only is this sickeningly unfair, it comes with the detrimental effects of causing the parents to lose hope or ever getting their children back and an overwhelming sense of self-loathing, self-doubt and loss of confidence.  Many parents in this position turn to alcohol, drugs or some other essentially harmful behavior or activity in the hope of escaping themselves, which in turn just makes the situation worse.

And the government agencies look on this behavior as proof that the parents are not worthy of their child and force further restrictions and eventually strip the parents of their rights to their child, instead of seeing this behavior for what it is.  It is a cry for help.  We are so quick to recognize that in someone who isn't a parent, someone who hasn't had their children forcibly ripped from their lives, but never do we question our preconceived notions that this must be the reason the children were taken to begin with and that the agencies were right in their decision.

Its not right, nor is there any excuse for it.  Our society needs to step up to the plate and realize that if it is a cry for help in anyone else, than it is so in a parent.  We are no less perfect than anyone else, yet because we are given the gift of a child to raise, we suddenly have unfair and inhuman expectations shoved on us that we are expected to measure up to.

We are as human as the next person and just like someone who has lost a significant other either to a break up or to death, we grieve the loss of our children.  We don't know how to cope with the emotions roiling around inside because everyone tells us that we shouldn't have those emotions.  We should only focus on the tasks set for us by the court and the agencies, without the assistance of anyone else and without any thought to our own emotional state because our children are more important than that.

Yes, our children are important, I am not denying that, but it is that very same importance they hold that drives us to the point of insanity when they are removed from our lives forcibly.  We are so used to that connection with them, with knowing every little thing about them, their smell, the sound of their voice, the way it feels to hold them as they cry, that when that connection is broken, we are adrift and lost without it.

We lose our hope in the goodness of man, in ourselves and our ability to give our children the best that they deserve, and yet, we are expected to go on.  To shove down those feelings that threaten to make us into screaming, violent, completely shattered basket-cases and proceed in an autonomous fashion toward the rigged goals the agencies set before us.

We are not robots.  We have feelings, just as our children do and to ignore that is to ignore that which makes us human and to relegate our children to a life of being socially and emotionally stunted.  To expect us to achieve the goals of being financially stable, personally stable and educated in child-rearing through a bullcrap class on parenting taught by someone who has no experience living through the hell we daily trudge through, without any assistance or understanding of our turmoil, is not only inhuman and unfair, but it is also impossible.

Psychologists and other experts whose advice the agencies employ need to open their eyes and really take into consideration the torment suffered by the parents whose children have been removed from the home.  It is the responsibility of the agencies to assist the parents as it is for them to protect the child, because you cannot do one without the other and expect a satisfactory result.  It is proven scientifically through studies that children removed from family homes end up being rather emotionally screwed up, even if they are adopted by a loving family.

And it is also being found that there have been an overwhelming amount of cases where the child was removed from the home when there was no call for it.  Protecting children and ensuring family stability is not to be seen as a crusade.  It is a duty to be taken seriously, but also not a power to be abused.

There are many cases when if the family had been provided with counseling and supportive services, that the child would have been more than safe, but that is apparently asking too much.  These agencies are corrupted by the fear-mongering of our media, society and the psychologists who whisper horror stories in their ears.  Not every parent who makes a mistake deserves to be crucified.  There needs to be more attention brought to determining which cases require support and which ones actually do warrant a separation.

And, in my opinion, every effort should be made to assist the parent in achieving the goal of re-uniting with their child, not in providing barriers to that goal.  Our society really has things backwards and it shames me to have to consider myself part of it just because I live here.  I just want my kids back and I want to stop feeling like I am not good enough to raise them just because of what someone else did.

Yes, I made the decision to leave them with that person and I willingly take responsibility for that.  What I don't take responsibility for is their actions.  It was not me who hurt my daughter and as soon as I found out, I quickly got them out of that situation.  I did what a parent is supposed to do and yet, I am the one being punished for someone else's actions.

I am being made out to be the irresponsible, evil one even though I have always done my best to take care of my girls.  I had no other choice at the time but to trust that person to watch them because I had to work to keep a roof over their heads and food in their belly.  And it was someone I should have been able to trust, but I guess you never really know people sometimes, even if you live with them.

If I hadn't had to have that knee surgery, then the physical therapy....  If I hadn't been going to school to further my education to better provide for my kids and to give them a good example that it is always possible to follow your dreams...  If I hadn't had to work to support them, if I had had someone else to turn to, if someone in my family would have offered to watch them until I was able to find a daycare...  If the CPS lady had been more supportive instead of making me feel like a horrible person for trusting someone I had been engaged to at the time...  If I hadn't been so blind to the kind of person he really was and to his irritation with my children, even though he hid it from me....  If Friend of the Court had programs set up to assist parents...  If, if, if....

But if's won't fix it.  And I face the very real fact that I might not get my children back because the person I sent them to live with, my older half-sister, is on the same crusade as these agencies.  She sees me as the demon in the situation, not as another victim.  Not as a heart-broken mother who is losing hope because she can't see her girls.  No, I am the monster because I can't be the emotionless shell she and the courts expect me to be.  Because I suffer and make mistakes, I am the very definition of the evil parent who needs to be crucified.  At least according to them.

But what kind of mother would I be if I had no feelings?  What would my kids turn out to be if I didn't care for them so deeply that my heart is breaking even now just because they are not here with me?  Like I have stated before, I guess this teaches me that my own family is among those I can't trust and that if by some miracle I am able to get my girls back, I will make sure they see the error of my family's and the government's ways.  I will teach them what to look for and how to only give trust once it is earned, even with family.

I won't let them turn out like mine, delusional, dysfunctional and on a quest of martyrdom for no other reason than to make themselves feel better.  I want my girls to be strong, well-adjusted, observant and fair, not close-minded, superstitious and given to mass hysteria over nothing like the rest of this society.  Once I have them back, America can kiss my ass goodbye because I don't plan to raise my children in a social climate that is so volatile towards the parents who it should protect and support.  I will give them a better environment, a place where I won't be labeled evil just because I am human and where they will grow up feeling safe and secure in being who they are.  Some place, any place more tolerant than here for the humanity of others....

Thursday, April 21, 2011


It has been quite some time since I have written anything on this blog, and mainly it has a lot to do with the fact that I have been busy working on the things in my life that can't be fixed by leaving an opinion on the internet.  Part of that has been a serious re-evaluation of my own parenting style, as well as, confronting the demons left from my childhood.

I realize now that while I thought I was doing a wonderful job of raising my girls, and in many ways I was, I sucked at a lot of other parts of parenting.  I was too lax in my approach to keeping up with appointments and too ready to take a break whenever given the chance.  Two of the many demons of my own past.

My parents were nothing if not inconsistent in their approach to modern medicine.  Their excuse?  They had been avid members of an ex-catholic, turned non-denominational christian church that honestly, was catholic in every way that mattered except for name.

The church preached a reliance on the laying-of-hands approach to illnesses, the power of prayer and the evil of modern medicine along with a number of other very backwards philosophies on life and religion in general.  Women were expected to wear only skirts or dresses, we were never allowed to wear pants or shorts and all skirts/dresses must be below knee-length, preferably ankle-floor length.  We were also expected to wear head coverings while in church.

In stark contrast, men weren't allowed to wear anything that covered their heads while in the church and were expected to wear their "Sunday Best".  Members of the church were expected to have large families as the church promoted the idea that they were "re-populating the earth with true Christian believers".  I come from a family of eight children.

I am also one of the children from a family of sexual abuse.  I was not the victim in the sense that I was not sexually abused, but I was rather the victim of a later broken family when things came to a head and exploded, years after the church disbanded.  I found out at the tender age of 13 that my parents were getting a divorce, that the man I had known as my father, someone I looked up to, was nothing more than a sick pedophile and my perfect little family was no more.

Up until that point, I had prided myself on the fact that, while all the rest of my classmates were from broken homes, I had a complete family.  That all quickly changed and the damage inflicted upon my family didn't end there.  My mother had been a victim herself from her own father and had somehow followed the stereotype that women will choose a man like their father.  I never understood that.

Oddly, looking back on things, I realized that even though it was the most painful experience I had in my young life up to that point, I had somehow knew that there was something wrong.  I looked up to my father as a child, yes, but that didn't stop the deep-in-the-pit-of-my-stomach feeling that something was wrong with the man I looked up to that happened whenever he got too physically close to me.  I don't know for sure if he did ever abuse me in that fashion as I don't remember.  Maybe thats for the best.

I do know that I have always gotten that feeling around certain men, men who I usually find out later have been convicted of some sort of criminal sexual conduct or should have been.  I don't know how to rightly  describe the feeling, but some of it is nausea, the beginnings of the fight or flight response, the urge to get away from them, a feeling of utter disgust, the want to hurt them, to cut off the offending body part, to burn out their eyes, to torture them in unspeakable ways.  Why do I feel that?  I don't know, nor am I sure that I should question where it comes from as it has quite a beneficial effect.  It's my own personal "Pedophile Radar".

It hasn't exactly saved me from being abused by a different sort of human animal though.  I have had my share of sexual abuse and rape.

Apparently, when I was no older than a year, the issue of what my father had done to my older half-sister came out.  My parents were still a part of that horrible church at the time.  You can probably guess from my animosity towards the church what happened, but I will tell you anyway.

The pastor told my sister that regardless of what my father had done to her, that she needed to forgive him as he was the father that "God" had brought into her life and as such, he deserved her respect.  She was not to undermine his authority in the household with the other children and she was never to speak of what happened to any of us as that would breed disrespect in the home.

He told my mother that she had no grounds for divorce.  That if she did anyway, that "God" would no longer hear her prayers and she would go to "Hell" when she died.  He used the most effective way to get obedience out of her as my mother is a "God-fearing woman".

So, my mother stayed with my father, having four more children with him before working up the courage to divorce him.  To this day, I have never quite been able to forgive her for staying with him all those years, putting the rest of us at risk because she was too afraid of the "Wrath of God" to be a real parent.  Don't get me wrong, I don't regret my siblings and I don't wish that they had never been born.  What I regret is that by staying and having my other siblings, my mother opened the door for unbearable pain to be inflicted upon us all.

Her parenting style left much to be desired.  With each of us, she became more lenient in her discipline, so none of us had the same set of rules.  My younger siblings progressively got away with more and more, while more and more was expected of me and my older siblings.

At the age of 13, because my older siblings were so much older than me and for the most part, no longer lived with us, my younger sister, 11, and I became the second moms to our younger siblings.  Our mother had to work 3 part-time jobs to make ends meet, having five children at home and a mortgage to pay, even with the help of child support, so from then on, it was child raising child in our home.

That was where I learned the "drill sergeant" style of parenting that I have today.  Due to the lack of an adult parent's presence in the home, the younger kids rebelled a lot and I was forced to be very strict in order to get anything accomplished.  But due to my age, it also bred into me a want to escape the pressure of parenthood, the need to take a break in order to get back in touch with myself and feel like a teenager again.

In the beginning of my own journey as a parent, I of course, was young, naive, even given the experience of parenting I had while still a young teen, and I was surprisingly disconnected from the want to around my child even though I loved her very much.  I was easily overwhelmed by the other aspects of parenting, beyond the day-to-day struggles I had previously experienced, such as setting doctors appointments, keeping up to date with shots, keeping the house clean by myself and the myriad of other parenting stuff I hadn't before experienced.

I was 19, going on 20, but I might as well have been 13 when it came to knowing what to do to raise my own child.  The first months of parenthood were fraught with postpartum depression, frustration and a feeling of inadequacy.  My daughter was one of the tough cases, a baby whose sensory perceptions were easily overloaded by my distraught emotional levels which proceeded to become a vicious cycle.  My emotional issues upset her, which in turn felt like my baby was rejecting me, so it made the depression worsen.

Then at the tender age of 4 months old, she started having temper tantrums like none I had ever seen before and no one believed me until they were witness to it, not even my mother whose only comment was, "Well, it looks like you have your work cut out for you,".  These temper tantrums lasted until she was around 4 years old,, right about the time that I found out I was pregnant with her sister.

I was hard on my daughter during those four years.  I was the "drill sergeant" parent who tolerated no deviation from what I instructed her to do.  She obeyed or was disciplined.  I don't believe that I was abusive, at least not physically, but I do remember saying things in the heat of anger to her that no parent should say to a child.  I never allowed her to be spanked more than three times for any one thing she did wrong and spanking was always reserved as the last resort.  I did time-outs, took things away and lectured her.

When I did say things to her that I regretted saying, I was strong enough to apologize to her about it and explain that people say and do a lot of things out of anger that they don't mean.  It wasn't until she was around two years old though that I was able to see that my strict parenting style needed to be balanced with a lot of love and affection.  I thought I was giving her enough, but I realized that she was afraid of angering me so much that getting her to cuddle was a struggle.

So, I started making time to just sit with her and talk, to read stories to her and sing to and with her even if it wasn't bedtime.  To take days off from work where we just spent time doing things together, like going out to dinner at a restaurant, just the two of us.  Going shopping together, where I would let her pick out an outfit for herself, since I was usually so strict on how she had to dress, that everything had to match.  I was still controlling the options, mind you, but she felt like she had more freedom and that was what made the difference.

I can't tell you how many times, for each of my daughters, I tried to find help from outside sources for new ideas and ways to deal with situations, to better my parenting approach to discipline over the years.  All of it came to nothing, and it wasn't because I didn't try.  I realized slowly that the reason none of it worked was because none of those people had experience raising MY children.  My girls were different and what worked for other kids, didn't work with them.

Trail and error proved to me that while I still have a lot to learn about following through with the bull crap of appointments and being consistent in my house-keeping, my form of parenting works with my children.  An equal balance of high standards, lots of rules, no tolerance for misbehavior and lots of encouragement, love and support goes a long way with my kids.  I am not afraid to discipline them, but I also temper that with large doses of love and affection.

And when it comes down to it, isn't that what parenting is about?  So what that I don't take them to the doctor if they aren't sick for some stupid physical exam that is just going to tell me what I already know, that they are healthy and happy.  And so what if my house is a mess?  I don't have dried on food molding in the sink.  I have just never been good at putting the laundry away once its washed and dried.  I hate folding it because it takes time away from what I enjoy in life.

My mother says I don't pay enough attention to my kids because sometimes I like to take a break and re-balance myself so I don't feel so overwhelmed and prone to snapping at my kids when they haven't really done anything wrong.  She thinks that parenting is about over-immersing yourself in your kids, but I don't remember that being what she did when I was young.  Maybe thats what she wished she could have done, but its not what works for me.  My children adapt pretty easily to new circumstances because I have always expected them to.

I don't allow them to hang on to fears, I make them confront them, but I don't let them do it alone.  I let them know that I am right there, that I would never let anything hurt them, that I am always there if they need advice or encouragement, but I don't let them run to me and hide behind me just because something is unfamiliar.  They are expected to do well in school, but I don't have unrealistic expectations in that either.  They are expected to try, and really try their best, but if they still don't understand it, I don't berate them for it.  They have become good students because they want to succeed as much as I want them to.

They know that if they don't understand something, I will make every effort to help them understand it, including getting them tutoring and extra help if they need it.  They realize that they are capable of so much more because they are getting the balance between the high expectations and the caring, understanding parent.  They know that in order to succeed truly, all they have to do is try.  It's the whole, "if you don't succeed, then try and try again," approach.

It works wonders.  So does praising them for their efforts, while at the same time, showing them that the best reward is the payoff of succeeding at their goals.  I am not an expert, nor do I claim to have all my own ducks in a row when it comes to parenting, but I do find my style of parenting to be a hell of a lot more effective and less detrimental to a child than the other popular beliefs.

First you have the "American Parenting" approach of building self-confidence by giving in to your child's whims and wants, barely any discipline and an absent state of parenting.  Then you have the extremists like the "Tiger Mother" who demands nothing short of perfection, and doles out severe punishments and sometimes, even abuse to acquire those results from their children.  Neither are right, but neither of them are entirely wrong.

The "Tiger Mothers" need to drop all the abuse, reverse psychology and negative re-enforcement, and add instead encouragement, understanding and lots of love.  The "American Parents" need to stop the over-indulgence of their children, they need to add the discipline that has been sorely missing and actually step up to the plate as parents by no longer using the absent parent approach.  It is possible, though difficult, in today's society to be a "present parent" even as a single one.  It's all in whether or not they really care enough to be the teachers, monitors and enforcers in their children's lives.  Most of them don't because it's just easier not to, then blame it on society or video games or anything else except themselves.

Parents here in America rely too greatly on the old saying, "It takes a village to raise a child,".  No, it doesn't.  Not really anyway.  It takes "present parents" who are willing to guide their children through life and correct their mistakes.  The only aspect "the village" should play in raising our children is in enforcing and encouraging the decisions made by the parents, being proper role models to the kids and assisting the parents through emotional support.  "The village" is the child's family, not society, not some video game used to babysit, and not the cellphone, not their friend's parents, no one else except those who can be trusted.

Wake up America!  It's been proven in scientific educational tests that the parenting style Americans have been practicing for years isn't working.  Our children are under-educated and their self-confidence is delusional.  They need real self-confidence gained only through accomplishing goals and instilled through encouragement from their parents, not hollow self-confidence based on that "every child is special" shit.  They need rules, they need expectations, they need goals, they need discipline, and they need parents who show love in more ways than just letting them get the newest toy out on the shelf!  They need constructive love, love that guides and supports, encourages, but also doesn't tolerate misbehavior, that pushes for results because it is good for children to have direction.

When are people ever going to learn?

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Idiots Need Not Apply...

Today's job market is all kinds of screwed up.  I was just reading an article the other day on the pros and cons of including a photograph of yourself with your resume when applying for jobs.  Has it really come down to that?  I mean, come on.  I can understand that kind of approach if someone is working in the modeling or stripper field, but for a job in any other field, it seems a bit conceited.  Most employers only want to see what you look like when you come in for the interview because they want to be sure that you know how to present yourself in a professional atmosphere.  They are more concerned with whether or not you have the experience, training and skills required to fill the position, not with whether or not you are going to be a physically attractive addition to their team. If getting jobs was based solely on looks, then we would be in a hell of a lot of trouble.  Oh, and to make matters worse, most of the people set to do the screening of applicants are young women between the ages of 24 and 35, so unless you are a male supermodel, don't bother.  Women are so obsessed with whether they are the prettiest person around that if you happen to be an attractive chick who included a picture with your resume, you won't even make it to the interview because the girl doing the screening is going to see you as competition and exclude you immediately.  Ah, the wonders of our society's double standards.  Its hard enough to be able to find a good paying job nowadays.  Why make it even harder by allowing people to include photographs with their resumes or by allowing them to be screened based upon the presence of a photograph, or the attractiveness of the person in the photograph, instead of it being based on a person's credentials?  In my opinion, the idiots who started this entire mess by including photos with their resumes have just screwed the rest of us by making things that much harder.  Everyone is always griping about how a book shouldn't be judged by its cover and how looks shouldn't be what is important, but this just completely blew away anyone's right to complain about that anymore.  Now whether or not you get the job is being based upon exactly that, instead of it being about what you have worked to achieve.  What kind of backwards redneck even decided that this would be beneficial to acquiring employment?  Resumes are supposed to be a highlight of your experience, training and skills acquired throughout your working career, not an application for who is the prettiest idiot in town.  When are people going to grow up and figure out that they need to put in the work to get what they want out of life, that life isn't just going to hand them the keys to the new Jaguar because they are pretty or their parents are rich?  This is nothing more than a brilliant example that most people in today's society haven't matured past high school and they are still expecting to float by based on their looks.  Being a successful adult isn't about how attractive you are.  Its about how hard you are willing to work and what kind of training you have.

Monday, December 27, 2010

Michigan Family Court is a Joke...

The state of Michigan says that it is a state that supports keeping families together, that it wants to be able to keep children with their biological parents if at all possible.  However, with my own experience with the family court system here in Michigan as evidence, I can tell you that I have never heard a larger load of shit in my life.  The government just tells people that they are pro-family to look good.  When it actually comes down to it, they have absolutely no programs in place to assist parents with getting their kids back, and they make it almost impossible to do so because it lines their pockets with federal dough to keep kids in the system.  If they actually were pro-family, they would have counselling services in place for the parents and kids for after the kids are in the system that would help the parents work on the issues needing to be fixed in order for them to get their children back.  They would have an advocacy program set up for parents so that court proceedings regarding the children don't just railroad the parents into getting their rights terminated.  They would have programs in place to assist the parents with finding stable employment, learning financial stability, parenting tips and stress-coping skills, and programs that would provide parents with the resources to acquire the needed material items necessary to taking care of the children once they are back in the family home.  Instead, parents are left to try to fix things themselves with agencies breathing down their necks about everything they are doing wrong, but no help to do it right.  Parents in this state have no chance at fixing their mistakes and being able to get their kids back unless they are loaded rich.  In which case, most of the time, they wouldn't end up in that situation to begin with because they would have the assets available to keep the state off their back, regardless of what they are doing wrong.  Yet another brilliant example of how screwed up our country has become that the government agencies only care about how much federal funding they can get, so they go out of their way to make it harder for kids to get out of the system than into it.  And they wonder why crime rates are high and prisons are full.  Its been scientifically proven that kids raised in the foster care system are more predisposed to growing up to be criminals than children who are raised with their biological families, yet they continue to perpetuate the problem because it gets them federal funding in the short term.  But the long term effects of this kind of blatant disregard for the natural order is that our prisons are over-crowded and under-funded and our streets are over-run with foster-care-children-turned-adult-criminals thanks to our greedy local politicians and government agency heads.  I am tired of all the dead-ends and wild goose chases that the family court likes to send parents on.  I am sick of all these stuck-up, self-important pricks who do nothing more than sit behind a desk and push paper all day trying to tell me that there is nothing I can do.  And while, admittedly, blowing up the government buildings and making them start over fresh with a new system sounds like a wonderful idea some days, I am not looking to get thrown in the slammer.  I just want my kids back, and if I have to start a political war and work my ass off to get the government to start setting up these badly needed programs, then so be it.  I just hope that I can find other people out there who see what I see and are willing to fight to make things right.      

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Attention: Looking For Parents With Backbones!

As a parent of two, I know that I am kind of new at the job, but being one of eight kids myself, I learned a lot about how kids test their parents.  I realize that there are a lot of bad influences out there that provoke some of our kids bad behavior, but I have also realized that most of their acting out comes from our reluctance or refusal to discipline our children from the time that they are young.  Too many parents now days either have this idea that if they discipline their kids that the kids will hate them for it or that discipline is unfair to kids.  That they should just let them express themselves.  I have never heard a larger load of crap in my life!!  Yes, your kids will get angry at you for taking control and not letting them get away with things, but they won't hate you, even if they say that.  It has been scientifically proven that even kids from abusive homes still love their abusive parents, so where do we get that horribly inaccurate notion?  And why do we let such crap control the way we raise our kids?  Yes, abusing kids is wrong, but disciplining them in a rational fashion has never killed them.  I mean, come on!  When our kids get out of control, we send them to boot camp, or if they are old enough, to the military, where they learn discipline and respect for people, but we are afraid to do this in our own homes!!  The media has a lot to do with it, because they latch on to the extremists ideas of how to raise kids and they promote it all over the place.  They don't condone abuse, but they jump to the other extreme of no discipline whatsoever and then they wonder why all our kids now days are so out of control.  It is our fault as parents for buying into this idea that we should give our kids everything they want, even if we know somewhere in the backs of our minds that it is bad for them, because we are so afraid of being bad parents.  But that is exactly what we end up being.  We, as parents, are responsible for teaching our children what is acceptable behavior and what is not, and guiding them in their journey of growing up.  And instead of doing just that, we have taken a backseat and we are letting our kids drive themselves into a brick wall.  I am not willing to let my children run MY household and I don't think that any other parent out there should be willing to do that either.  We all have different ideas of how we want to discipline our kids, and all kids respond differently to different kinds of discipline, but that doesn't mean that we need to let our fears or our kids control our lives.  We are the adults and we need to start acting like it.  We need to step up and start teaching our kids, guiding them and disciplining them.  Otherwise, we have lost the battle before it has even begun.

Americans Are Channeling "The Grinch" This Christmas

Merry Christmas, or rather not so merry when you actually take a look at the state of society nowadays.  Not only is the "Great American Economy" in the toilet, but people seem to have lost sight of what being an American is supposed to be about.  This is supposed to be the country of possibilities, where anyone has the chance to succeed and there is always room for more at the top.  Where people looked out for their neighbors, took care of the poor out of the goodness of their hearts and worked together because in helping one succeed at something, everyone would benefit.  But our country has turned into a moral disaster area.  Politics are corrupt, the rich are the only ones who get a break and the government that was supposed to serve the people is making the people serve it, and doing a phenomenal job of getting away with it too.  People have gotten so caught up in the proverbial "who's dick is biggest" contest that the idea of working together and helping one another has become just about as foreign an idea as rocket science to a musician.  America has become a bunch of greedy, selfish, cruelly vindictive, self-important, self-righteous temper-tantrum throwing snobs obsessed with immediate gratification of whatever want we have at the moment with complete disregard as to who it might effect.  And the strange thing is that for the most part, Americans don't seem bothered by the fact that we have fallen to such an uncivilized low.  When did it become acceptable for adults to act like ill-mannered spoiled children?  And when did it become common practice to pretend that the homeless, hungry, and down-trodden in this country don't exist or even worse, "aren't our problem"?  When was the last time that you stopped to give a homeless person a dollar for a hot coffee, or just bought them a hot coffee if you were worried that they wouldn't spend it on something good for them?  When was the last time that you stepped outside of your own self-importance long enough to notice that your single parent neighbor is struggling to pay the bills and has nothing to give their children for Christmas, let alone money to pay for winter coats to keep them warm?  Everyone acts like its someone else's problem to look out for other people, but if everyone is passing the buck, who the hell is actually doing anything about it?  And who said it wasn't your problem to solve?  What kind of world is this becoming, that we just sit back on our hands and keep pretending that we don't notice how we are all so quick to screw each other over just to get ahead for a minute?  I'm not saying that we should give until we have nothing left, but I am saying that we should realize that we teach by example.  We teach giving back by giving back.  And if you ask me, I am tired of pretending not to notice that society is falling apart.  So, this is my verbal kick-in-the-ass wake-up call to the rest of you.  I pray that it works.