Posts Tagged ‘kid

07
May
25

Change

Hump day!! Que the camel. Those commercials are great. The first time I saw it I thought “this is stupid” and then I was bombarded with it 79 times a day for 3 years straight until I started to yell “HUUUMMMP DAAAY” in the office. We fear change no matter what it is, distrust the unknown, and simply accept what is normal EVEN if it isn’t good for us. Why Bucky? What did I tell you yesterday about asking me questions?? Don’t worry I already forgot too.

Fearing the unknown is in our DNA. We are programmed to just go with what we know. That is why advertisers spend BILLIONS of dollars every year to show you their product over and over again. Insurance agencies (I hate them), food, beer, and on and on do this because they know if they get you to buy just one time you are likely to simply choose their product the next time instead of trying something new. Every thing you do has been calculated, discussed, and agreed upon in a board room somewhere two years before you make that decision. Creepy huh.

I recently heard a quote that has stuck with me and I’m going to share it with you. For free. Don’t worry I don’t expect you to do anything with it. Heck I’m surprised you have spent 45 seconds reading this blog. Please do not panic I assure you that video of puppies licking windows will can be there when you be done getting more smarter by reading this. Yeah I wrote it that way on purpose. Ready for some mind blowing knowledge? “If you’re not changing it, you’re choosing it.” Read it again.

When you accept something that means you are choosing it. I accept my salary. I accept my job. I accept my body. I accept my childrens behavior. That means you choose those things. No I don’t Bucky!! I want a better paying job, I want better health, I want my children to not act like a-holes…. You can say those things, but the facts are simple and everyone can see them. If you aren’t actively working to change the things in your life it proves you made the decision you like them the way they are. Yeah, I had to realize I was making crap decisions for myself too, but the revolution came once I had the epiphany that I held the power to improve EVERYTHING.

I just like this picture of Annie from yesterday so I added it. Back to actual blog now….

A simple 15 minute workout. Reading a book for an hour at night instead of watching a Criminal Minds rerun (love that show) for the 9th time. Putting the beer down and spending time with kids doing something constructive instead of leaving them to fend for themselves until bedtime. I’m not a parent, but it doesn’t take a genius to know kids just want you to pay attention to them and will do whatever it takes to get time from you. Why not make it positive is all I’m saying?

If you’re not changing it, you’re choosing it. I know you didn’t read it again like I told you so I decided to write it again. It is cool the more I write it the more I will follow my own advice. I write for me and simply decide to share with you. I choose to lead by example in everything I do. I’m most accountable to myself and believe you should do the same. Stop worrying about what other people think because they don’t give a crap about you. In fact they want you to suck. It makes them feel better about their crap decisions. The best thing you can do to get back at anyone that ever doubted you is to succeed and become amazing! I promise that will never happen if you don’t start doing something different.

FknBucky

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10
Jan
25

Backwards Day

Welcome back!! Those are the words I heard when I woke up in the ICU last May. Crazy to think about how far I’ve come since that day just a few months ago. I was convinced I was going to die, that is what happened, but once again I defied the odds and did not. Staring death in the face used to be a huge deal, but somehow for me it feels more like meatloaf Wednesday. Ha. I use humor to deflect if you haven’t noticed by now.

None of us know what tomorrow will bring. It might be crazy, might be mundane, might be memorable, or it might just be another day that gets lost in the sands of time. I sports bet and have the app on my phone that allows me to bet on cricket games in Ghana. I don’t do that, but I can if I wanted to. I do however bet on NFL games and which player might score a touchdown, what team may win, or a QB that will throw for over 300 yards. I win some, I lose some, but I only bet what I might have spent on a night out when I used to drink. My point is I never actually know what is going to happen until the game is played. No one does.

The future is unscripted. Just waking up each day is a blessing and I choose to look at it that way. We don’t know what is going to happen to us each day, but there is something we can control. There is something we can plan, something we can foresee, something we can predict 100% of the time. To a gambler a prediction that never fails is a prayer answered, a dream come true, a Big Bang Theory blessing that once proven would be worth a fortune!! Now in this blog I’m about to give it to you for free. How can that be Bucky?? I’ll tell you why. It is because I love you.

What is this magic you speak of?? What can I control?? Hold on tight and take a deep breath. Your attitude. BOOM. No matter what happens in your life, you have the ability to control how you react to it, how you accept it, and how you treat others around you during it. Much easier said than done. I’m more guilty than anyone of letting my circumstances and environment control my emotions instead of me taking the reins when needed. I’m not proud of that, but I understand it which allows me to change it. You can’t improve yourself unless you admit you have some flaws. Acknowledging your imperfections isn’t a weakness and should never be looked at as such.

Being aware of your attitude is POWER. Who doesn’t want power?? Try not getting angry today. Try reacting to a situation in the complete opposite way your initial emotions tell you to. Someone takes your parking spot, tell them it is okay, they must be in a huge hurry and very important. See the shame in their face as they realize how selfish they are. Your kid makes a huge mess, don’t yell at them, understand they are probably bored and spend time doing a craft with them. Look I’m all for beating kids any chance you get, but tomorrow they will piss you off again and you can scream at them double loud. For today react backwards and see how your family, your colleagues, and the world reacts to you. You just might be surprised.

FknBucky

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P.S. As always if you appreciate this message please share with others. Also I would love to hear in the comments the experiences you have reacting backwards to situations in your life.

07
Jul
24

The light (the dark -part 2)

Yesterday I talked about being the “dark”, a place that I go alone when I’m angry and feel cheated by life. Truth is I’m not cheated by anything. I chose to ride a motorcycle 22 years ago in horrible conditions when I wasn’t experienced enough to be doing so which resulted in me wrecking and becoming paralyzed. I pay for that decision 24/7 – 365 and will do so for the rest of my life no matter what happens. Prison isn’t even that harsh, my sentence was instant with no jury, and I have zero chance at parole. I accept all of that because it simply is the reality I have.

I didn’t plan to say all that, but it just came out. I just type what my brain thinks and that that is what you get to read when I post these. When I’m in the “dark” as I call it I don’t spend the time sitting in a corner feeling sorry for myself. I simply can’t and you shouldn’t either. I work. I spent time cleaning my bedroom, bathroom, and living room this past weekend while being very aware of how much time I was up in my wheelchair. The pressure sore dictates that, but I also swapped out my cushion for a heavier, but much better one for skin care which I should have done 4 weeks ago, but I never thought about it. Again I accept responsibility for the problems I face.

Blaming nurses, doctors, or the hospital in my case only leads to anger and frustration which makes solving my hardship nearly impossible. You can always find someone to point the finger at. How many problems do you solve while angry??? Well besides silencing a crap talker. Man I miss punching deserving people in the face. You can also go to a punk rock shows for 2 hours of mosh pit madness to release a lot of aggression. One time we actually fought the band once at the Ogden in Denver. That was an awesome show I saw with two Daves, a Skot, and Uncle John Jameson. Anyway. Violence is bad or something.

Here is the ultimate point. Do something. Keep moving no matter how slow it is. I fixed my wheelchair while in bed leaning to the side staying off my skin. I could have been crying, cursing (still was just at the chair instead of God and Big Bang Theory), or trying to ruin other people’s weekend because I was having a hard time. That would have been completely pointless and stupid. I have wanted to fix a bracket on my chair for months, but couldn’t find or make the time. It took me HOURS, but I finally got it perfect and makes I’m so darn happy. I didn’t plan that. It just became because I just kept doing.

The light doesn’t just show up. Nope. There is always work involved. Luckily I learned as a kid that work was good, setbacks are normal, and I had to rely on myself before crying to others. If you work even a tiny tiny bit the light will come. The strength will come. Each time the strength grows. The confidence grows. The happiness grows. Wait for it….. YOU GROW!!

FknBucky

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10
Sep
23

No Bad Kids

The world is a crazy place. Different cultures, different people, different color of people, different languages, different trees, different crops, different laws, and on and on. I spent my early years getting picked on daily by the other kids at school. I’ve talked about this before. I hated it. I felt alone all the time. I was around people just like me, but somehow I was not part of the group. No differences, but clearly we were not the same. It sucked.

It was also a major blessing. These experiences made me appreciate friendships on a massive level. Not having something makes a person appreciate it more once they get it. Hence why working for something is better than someone giving it to you, but that is a message for another day. My appreciation for friendships allowed to make thousands of friends over the years. Young, old, white, black, Mexicans, Germans, Asians, gay, straight, and blah blah blah.

Having all these different points of view has been very educational for myself and I’m very thankful for that. The other side is I know a lot of people that pass away. Someday it will be me. We all go sometime so work hard to be a person remembered for the right reasons. I lost a friend this week who should be remembered by the world for things you don’t know about and it is a shame. She was an amazing human and I’m a better person because of the conversations we had. I was young when I met her as one of my friends dated her Granddaughter so when we went over there she would talk with us.

We drank beer and she allowed it because knew we would be safe there and she knew if she didn’t we would have gone out driving around. The lesser of two evils I suppose. She took care of her two granddaughters for reasons that aren’t your business or mine for that matter. I wish I was able to talk and see them as I will always care and love them, but life happens and we all get busy with the paths we have taken. Some great times and memories of those days. Sitting there at times I would find myself talking with Leona about all types of stuff. She didn’t like the drinking, but instead of screaming NO like a crazy person she would ask “Why do you think you need the beer??”

That type of conversation was foreign to me. If my Dad didn’t want me to do something he told me he would kill me if I did it again. Sometimes that worked and sometimes a it made me learn how to hide it better. I would struggle to answer her question because no one ever asked me a question like that before and actually cared about my answer. I had no idea how important those conversations were while I was having them, but later in life I would reflect on them and become very grateful for those lessons.

I assumed I was a “bad” kid because I didn’t follow the rules like other kids my age. It is easy to allow these thoughts into your mind, but extremely hard to get out once you’ve allowed them to set up shop. That goes for all negative thoughts you tell yourself. Leona explained to me that “There are no bad kids.” There are bad parents, bad environments, bad decisions, bad leaders, bad preachers, bad schools, and bad all kinds of stuff. No bad kids though.

To completely write off a child is a crap thing to do. To look at a kid and say you’re not worth fighting for is borderline evil. As humans we can do better. Some kids might say “Eff your kindness, I’m going to go rob someone”, but that doesn’t mean we stop trying for all the rest of them. My opinion of myself changed the night I had this conversation with her and thankfully I never forgot the lesson. Anyone that knows me can tell you that I will do anything to help a kid. That wasn’t natural instinct on my part, it was a piece of wisdom that Leona gave me. Her legacy will live on every time I don’t give up on a kid just because they or someone they know thinks they are “bad”.

It has been over 20 years since I’ve seen her although I did send X-Mas cards a few times. You never know what you can learn from a person if you don’t take the time to get to know them. If you want to be wise and a person of substance you must talk to people outside of your circle. I hope she knows just how much I respected her and that she changed my thought process in life for the better. I could not even begin to count the lives I’ve been able to improve using the philosophy Leona so graciously gave me. It took years for those comments to actually mean something to me, but once I understood what she meant the world around me changed.

It became much less about me and it caused me to understand that I could make a difference in the world one person at a time. It becomes addicting. To help. To see someone succeed when their whole world told them they couldn’t. I’ve already overcame so much in my own life. I know the formula. It isn’t a secret. One simply has to wake up and say “Not today MoFO” and then go out to the world with a smile that can’t be broken. I’m good. Now I concentrate on helping others see that for themselves. I have no number of lives changed except for this. As many as I possibly can. If my whole life goes by and I only help one person it will be worth it. That one person might change the lives of thousands because I helped him/her on their way.

You have no idea how many lives you change for the better. Or for the worse. Maybe Leona only affected my life, but I would say her legacy is a massive one. What will your legacy be??

No Bad Kids. I will always be in your debt Leona.

FknBucky

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25
Nov
21

45 Seconds

Justice for Ryan Cooper. No one will forget him and we will search for the person/persons responsible forever. The truth will come out and you will be held accountable.

When I write these blogs I have a thought in my head that I can only get out by putting the words down on paper. I think about things constantly as the world around me changes I analyze everything in real time deciding how I feel about it. This is just the way I’m wired I guess and it isn’t changing at this point. The reason I say that is because yesterday was a roller coaster of emotion on my 8-9 hour drive to Alabama to spend Thanksgiving with my brothers family. I lived here for a good amount of time before I moved to Charlotte so quite of people in this small community know me as the better looking, smarter, definitely more intelligent brother.

I witnessed a semi truck drive over a car in Atlanta. I was on the phone with a business, when 2 lanes over (6 lanes at this point) a car tried to drive under a semi and was driven over. My immediate response was ”Oh My God” and I’m quite certain people lost their lives. It looked really bad, my heart broke for those involved, and I thought of their families getting ready for a fun holiday tomorrow/today with family only to have it become a tragedy. I drive A LOT. More than any of my friends. I’ve driven from Coast to Coast and from Canada to Mexico at least a dozen times. I am baffled by the horrible driving I witness daily.

Two hours after witnessing this accident I was caught up in traffic slowing to a stop and for the most part doing 5-10 mph for over 30 minutes. I finally got up to where the accident was only to see it was on the Northbound side of the Freeway. The only reason I was in stop and go traffic for 30 minutes was because looky-loos had to slow down and look at the crap sandwich on the other side of the freeway. I made a very sweet video about my feelings during this situation. If cursing offends you please don’t watch it. I believe in the 33 second video only 2 words are not cuss words. It is mostly for shock value and I hoped it would give my friends a laugh.

I made it to the exit in Southern Alabama and was only about 7 minutes from my LA (Lower Alabama) home. I pulled up to a very familiar intersection where lots of flashing lights were going on as the fire department was out directing traffic and not letting people turn left. I was going right at this T intersection, but still rolled down my window to confirm that was okay. I asked ”Can I go right??” and got this response from a sassy firewoman ”I don’t know, can you???”.

Clearly she knew who I was. FknBucky is famous. Thought you knew. I asked if my not as good looking as me brother was at the accident and she replied ”yes”. I asked if it was bad and she again said ”yes”. Little Brother has been on the volunteer fire department for almost a decade now and has seen a lot of bad things. Being this close to the freeway he has seen things most of us pray daily we will never have to witness. This part of the blog is going to be hard to read. People need to understand the consequences of doing stupid crap in a car.

The driver of the car thought it would be a good idea to pass other cars on this two lane highway. Accelerating to well over the speed limit the driver pulled out in the oncoming traffic lane and started to pass other drivers. I know this stretch of road and there is a town in about 10 miles. Even if they could do 80 miles an hour the whole way a person maybe would arrive 45 seconds sooner, but I’ll let you judge if that 45 seconds was worth the gamble. What is the wager Bucky?? Well, if you win you arrive to the 25 mile an hour zone and stop light 45 seconds sooner than if you had just drove the speed limit. If you lose people in your vehicle die.

While passing the cars it is believed a car came at this car so to avoid a head on collision the driver had to swerve quickly back into the correct lane. When they did this at extremely unsafe speeds this driver drove straight into the back of another vehicle. The vehicle lost control, flipped and rolled, and got all kinds of smashed up before finally coming to a rest. There were very bad injuries to the people in that all vehicles involved. I know of a similar accident where all 4 teenagers in the car were decapitated. Easily avoidable incidents like this happen way to often. In fact a few years ago about a couple hundred yards from my brothers house a group of kids were going to fast, swerved to miss a dog, lost control of the vehicle when it hit a concrete power line pole, and two 15 year old kids died. I wrote about that in a blog the day after.

I would much rather write a blog about being thankful for all the good in your life today. The truth is you should be thankful for everything. Instead I’m awake at 4 AM with this on my mind making it impossible to sleep until I get this out of my head. Just slow down. I see cars everyday that weave from one lane to the next cutting people off, passing on the right, and just driving like an asshole only to take the next exit. If this is you – KNOCK it off. If you constantly gamble the lives of people in your car and the lives of people in cars around you it is only a matter of time that you will lose the bet.

Life is beautiful. It is a gift. It is fragile and NOT guaranteed. It could be over too soon, but gambling your life on the way to Walmart is simply stupid. I write about this with a heavy heart, but if one person thinks about this blog, takes my advice to slow down, and not drive like an idiot it will be worth it. Please share this message with people you care about. The families of all the people involved in the accidents yesterday should be having a great day cooking a turkey today. Instead they are in shock, heartbroken, and possibly planning a funeral. 45 eff’ing Seconds…….

FknBucky

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Please take a moment to thank the volunteer Firemen/Firewomen and the volunteer Ambulance folks. They see things no one should have to witness and give their time to take care of others.

13
Apr
21

Farming is the Life for ME!!

Dog week. I’m stuck in a Marriott tonight. My home away from home most of the time. I spend a lot of time in hotels so I pick Marriotts. They all have good and bad parts about them. I will say that I mysteriously got another free night added to my account about a week after I wrote that blog and had the fighting with them. I’ll take it, but I’m still mad at them. Honeymoon is over. I am however in room 130 at my favorite Courtyard. The one that they renovated and then set up how I asked them too. Still kinda surprised they actually put the stripper pole in, but I do spend a lot of money at Marriotts. I also spend money at the nudie bar. Now I can do both at the same time. I dare you to say you hate America. Not on my watch hippie.

None of that first paragraph had a dang thing to do with a dog. Awesome. I had intentions to get there, but stripper pole popped in the mind. All down hill from there. For the record I’m kidding. I don’t spend lots of money on Marriott. Sorry Mom. So I got to thinking about different dog stories I could use for tonight and about 3 minutes before I started typing I thought about the dogs we had on the farm. Some of you may know that I grew up on a dairy farm in Nothern Wisconsin. I did go to high school in Iowa, but until I was 12 years old I scooped poop everyday. Cow poop, calf poop, pig poop, My own poop, and the best part was even after doing it all day, the next day there was all new poop to scoop. So awesome.

Those cows were work. Milking every morning and every evening. I used to get up early with my sister and Mom to go do the morning milking before school. I’d head to school for some learning, my daily beat down from classmates as I was not cool and smelled like poop, only to come home and milk cows again. The next time your kid complains about taking the trash out, I need you to calmly walk up to them, and then punch them in the face. Twice. Once is boring and sends the wrong message. Two times lets them know you really freaking mean it. I don’t have kids so obviously my parental skills are perfect. Remember that.

Dogs. Okay. Fine. Stop whining. We had German Shepherds growing up. The first one I remember is Mickey. That dog was awesome. She knew where each cow was supposed to be. When the cows came in for milking they have assigned parking spots and when a cow went to the wrong one Mickey was there to help get her straight. You know these were working dogs that didn’t come in the house ever. It is a different kind of relationship with a dog like that compared to a Murphy or Annabel. Working dogs like Mickey are more like a co-worker. They have a job to do as a protector, referee (keeping cows in line), and command a type of respect that is admirable. Nobody would mess with us kids when Mickey and later Smokey were around. Our next dog was named Smokey because she would steal Dad’s Camel cigarettes and smoke them behind the barn. Oh shoot, my bad, that was Jeremy.

No Smokey was named that because she was a gray color. Hey I know a kid that had a Dalmatian named Spotty so don’t give me a hard time. You know who you are Weaver!! Ha. One way to find out if he reads this blog. I also had a pig that I named Miss Piggy. It was a boy pig. Ha. Just kidding. I only name girl dogs boy dog names. Ever wonder how Murphy got her name?? I plead the fifth. As a kid it is often very difficult to appreciate just how special somethings are simply because it is all you know. Those farm dogs were pretty amazing.

I’m very curious if any of you have a cool working dog story. I don’t think I remember any specific story about either of those dogs, but that’s okay. Please let me know if you do as I’d love to hear it. So remember Dogs are like stripper poles. It doesn’t matter where they are, they are always awesome.

Be kind to a dog today. Extra walk, extra treat, or just one more belly rub. They are worth it.

FknBucky

P.S. FknBucky shirts were officially ordered today. I have a couple of cool ideas for them so please be patient. Most likely around Mid-May I will be reaching out to all of you to make sure you have the newest coolest shirt just in time for Summer!! A little teaser. More info coming soon!!

28
Feb
21

You Hungry??

I just got an order of groceries dropped off at my door. Pretty amazing. I go onto the website pick the items I want and two hours later there is a knock at the door. When I open the door there is no person just bags of food. I actually don’t mind going to the grocery store, but it is much more convenient to have someone else do it and drop it off. I have been blessed in my life to be able to afford food. Not a day or meal goes by that I don’t say a small message of thank you. It wasn’t always that way I’ve been hungry before with no options to fix it. It is a brutal thing being hungry. I’m not talking about the funny kind you have cause no women are home to make you a sandwich, but the real kind when your insides feel like they are starting to eat each other. The physical torment is bad enough, but the mental aspect of feeling less than, feeling neglected by a world, and simply wondering if it will ever change is unbearable. If I had one wish it would be that no one ever feels that way again.

I have heard many people express feelings about God and say how could a God let so many go hungry?? I have often wondered such a thing, but I heard a preacher say one time. Why are people hungry?? Is there not enough food on the planet to feed them all?? That statement resonated with me. There is more than enough food produced in the world to feed everyone, but yet many go without. Why is that??? How is it so hard for neighbors to get along that one of them might actually go hungry while the other finds new ways to waste the extra they have??? I don’t lay blame on any one person or thing when it comes to this. My opinion is simply there hasn’t been enough people asking the question “Why are there still hungry people??” Some of these people make life choices that put them in the hungry category. Choices have consequences so make good ones.

I will make this promise though. If anyone asked me to buy them groceries I would stop whatever I am doing and go buy them food immediately. No questions asked and no need to thank me or promise to repay. I will not give you cash. If my money is going to be spent on booze and drugs I’m going to do them. Alright back on topic. Going to sleep every night with food in my belly is my reward and every person should know that feeling daily. Kids should never go hungry. There were times in my childhood that I just didn’t know when I was going to eat again. I was never in real danger of dying of hunger, but even going a couple days without food sucks. I could have asked for food, but I was way to proud. Pride is a very tall wall to get over sometimes. No kid should be hungry, but I tell you what the kids that know this feeling grow up grateful. If you have never been real hungry in your life I don’t know how you can understand gratitude.

A friend of mine back in my snowboarding days would talk of his Uncle. At least I think it was his Uncle. We smoked a lot of pot back then and it might have been his neighbors cat he was always bitching about, but whatever we talking about hunger today. His Uncle would welcome people in and always ask them if they are hungry?? If they are warm??? Are they good??? If the answers to these questions were yes he would say “Good you have all you need in life.” I love it. That freaking cat was smart. When is the last time you checked if someone had enough food in their stomach?? If they were warm and safe?? Probably never. Still think it is God’s fault people are hungry??

We do a lot as a country. We have literally millions of tons of food donated every year by Americans to help stop the hunger world wide. If you aren’t proud of that, next time take three extra minutes to buy a couple extra progreso soups to put in the donation box so you can feel good about yourself. It is a start and that is all we can ask for. Imagine if every man and woman in America donated two cans of soup. Hungry people everywhere would learn to hate progreso soup so maybe throw some Mac and cheese in the box once in a while. Yes it has to be Kraft. The other kinds suck. What kind of monster donates store brand Mac and cheese??

I finally was able to go a couple days keeping my fat ass planted in my chair so I can talk about something other than flopping around on the floor for an hour. I still think that was a message I was supposed to address and honestly I did learn or remind myself that hardships in life can come two days in a row. There is no time frame for crap to come. Can you imagine half way over the “not fair Gods” intervene and stop me from falling backwards while yelling “We got him yesterday!! He isn’t due for another 48 hours!”. Hahaha. Followed by “Hey one of you ladies make him a sandwich. He looks hungry!” I literally laughed out loud at my own joke there. Relax everyone this blog is an ”offended free zone“ which means crack a smile, appreciate what you have daily, and learn to come up with witty comebacks. It is more fun than being pissed off all the time. Oh and put some mayo on my sandwich.

This subject has been on my mind for a couple of days. I heard the God thing about allowing people to be hungry. I don’t know how you feel about God as in “Is there one??”, but I do know there is always two sides to any situation. Yes we as Americans have way more than many many people around the globe. I don’t feel even a little bit guilty about it. It is pretty simple that because we have SO MUCH we are able to do what no other country can. Give. A LOT. Americans are very very generous and without us having so much imagine what the world would look like. If America and Americans had less that doesn’t automatically mean the places that need it would have more. That is not how it works. So be thankful for what you have, more thankful you have enough to share, and pray to Big Bang Theory that never changes.

Be kind to others every single day. Find ways to make the world better. Remember it all starts with you. You alone can’t stop global hunger, but you can make sure the family down the block has food in their fridge.

I appreciate you all,

FknBucky

19
Feb
21

OUTRAGE!!!

Okay. I have made a concentrated effort to avoid politics in this blog and trust me I will continue to do so forever and ever because it is truly pointless to bitch on this forum or any other. For all of my friends that constantly post political memes and articles on FB please don’t. It does nothing to further your cause or ideas. People pass over it rolling their eyes if they disagree and the only people that care are the same three friends that “like” all of your posts. I have a true purpose to say this and hopefully it will resonate with some of you because personally I’m so over the BS. I have to assume there are millions of other Americans that feel the same way.

What BS Bucky?? I’m glad you asked. Hang on, I’m going to type fast now. Not that it matters because you read at a second grade level. Little words okay. The fake outrage DAILY by everyone is stupid. Yep or dumb if stupid is to many syllables. It is never ending crap and completely unauthentic (going to have to get your kid to help you with that one) at its core. You aren’t outraged. You know what outrage is?? Tell you what, meet me at Walmart and I’ll have a perfect stranger walk up and smack your 4 year old kid for looking at candy bars because they have sugar in them. That feeling you get right before you go ape shit crazy, that is outrage. So if that is the actual feeling you get every time some media guy/gal takes a statement out of context and sprints to a microphone for a sound bite you got issues. It is simply red meat for the partisan crybabies waiting for their next hit of “gotcha.” Give it to me baby!! Make me mad TV.

So stop. Normal people are not that far apart from each other. STOP watching the crap news and talk to people in your neighborhood. How you going to let CNN tell you the neighbor across the street is a racist, homophobic, misogynistic prick for having a Trump sign in his yard?? Walk across the street and have a conversation with the guy/gal!! The thing is most people already do this, but that doesn’t drive ratings up so knock it off.

Personally I hate people. All of them. I don’t have time to hate a group for the color of their skin because that would take time away from hating the gays. Obviously when I’m not trying to get an 18 year old chubby girl to sleep with me, I hate women also. I haven’t talked to my sisters in years simply because they have a vagina. I should say I assume they do. Sometimes Shannon is a bigger dick than any man on the planet so, but I wouldn’t know because women are the enemy of my hate filled schedule. Do you have any idea how stupid all of that sounds??

Hello FOX NEWS. Tell me who to hate today. That AOC and her save the planet BS. How dare she??? Oh man, there they go, giving money away to lazy people don’t want to work. I don’t actually pay taxes, but if I did then I would super pissed. Stop using MY make believe money to help someone who needs it. You better be drug testing them all twice a day. Yeah I’m against wasting money on less fortunate bums, but I’m all for spending twice as much to drug test them in the chance we can catch one of these freeloaders with pot in their system. How dare Nancy Pelosi have ice cream in her freezer!? The good kind too. I’m so OUTRAGED. No you’re not. You’re a Dick that is easily manipulated.

You allow people you’ve never met tell you how to treat or feel about the people around you. That is just sad. I beg of you to simply take a step back, take a deep breath, and relax. There are a lot of amazing people in the world if you would just take the time to pay attention. Everyone is not going to think exactly as you do. That doesn’t make them wrong. They are a result of the experiences they had in life up until the point you meet them. You don’t know what people have been thru, witnessed, or what they are currently dealing with. So stop. Stop being a “yes person” for the fake outrage crowd that depends on you to blindly follow them because it gives them power. I stopped years ago as I’m as guilty as everyone else. It does nothing to further a conversation, bring people together, and nothing to work towards our common goal of making the world a better place for the young that will inherit this planet. Be a bridge builder, show your children what it is to be the bigger person (not Krispy Creme big person), and simply, kill those around you with kindness especially when they DON’T deserve it.

Just for today take a pause. Think about what you are actually doing sharing the latest ‘outrage” meme that will get 3 likes, one of them being from Cousin Suzanne that likes everything on FB three seconds after you post. We all have that person. Stop being miserable and stop trying to make others miserable over things that are out of your control. Control what you can starting with your attitude and how you treat others. Pay attention and talk to those in your community, get to know them, and if you still hate them then move. Life is to darn short to be angry all the time. It takes all of us to heal. It takes all of us to be the bigger person. It takes all of us to care enough about the future to sacrifice some of our pride today.

Do kind things expecting nothing in return. Happy Friday.

FknBucky




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