Monday, August 07, 2006

Reflection:

I have met so many people this year, people as in kids and people as in parents. Some would ask why choose to make the distinction between the two as they are totally and completely related. I have been told that a child is whom his or her parents make him. Although this has some merit, I choose not to believe in it. Yes, it is true that if a child does not receive loving care in his or her ‘critical’ stage in live, IE: very young, the poor kid could be damaged for life. But that’s not the case with most parents, or at least the couple of thousand that I have come across in my few humble years as an adult. Most everyone loves to cuddle and touch a baby; after all, they are so cute. But, what about when this baby grows up a little and starts to get his or her own mind? What happens when this baby turns into a child who you actually need to work with to teach them things? What happens when sitting on the chair, watching your baby swing in the living room isn’t enough? What happens when your child wants you to go out and through some ball around, play heard outside, camp out, have friends over, want their own things, ask for another and another snack before bed, want to pick our their own cloths, want everything they see on TV? What then, I ask!!!

Let’s say little John wants to play football, just as an example. You have tried your best to teach him how to catch the ball while running, yet he just doesn’t quite get the concept. So you choose to do what most parents do, sign him up for football camp. Hey, that’s a great thing. Not only has it been proven that kids learn better and faster when surrounded by other kids, learning the same thing, but you have employed a ‘professional’ to finish what you have started. Well, here’s a wake up call for you people, 7, 8, and 9 year olds are not coached my this so called professional, who gets paid to teach the game! At this level, this camp is run by volunteer parents who have decided to step up to the plate to help the kids. These coaches are not coaches, in an adult sense. They are mostly mentors. They are people who have taken upon them selves the daunting of working with the kids and making them players, team players. Teaching the kids to work as a team, teaching them to forget what is better for them and to remember what is better for the team, as a team, together. (ok, her goes my rant) These coaches are just parents that have stepped up to the plate to make a difference in a few kid’s lives. So you sign your kids up to camp and sit on your foldable chair and watch other people take care of them! Get off of your ass and help! It’s your fucking kid, not mine!!! Why do you choose to use this youth training ground as a way out being a parent for an hour of two? This is the most precious time for your kid, and you choose to sit back and chitchat with your girlfriends about the latest neighbor, or soap opera, or tool, or …….? Oh, then you people who choose to drop your 7 year old girl to her sports function, only to return 2 hours later, over and over again… fuck you! There is a special place in hell for your fat ass!

Ok, I leave you with the words of TOOL, explaining how I feel far better than I can.




Tool - Aenima Lyrics
Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this

Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car.

It's a
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.

Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will cuz
I sure could use a vacation from this

Stupid shit, silly shit, stupid shit...

One great big festering neon distraction,
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.

Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.

Mom is going to fix it all soon,
Mom is coming round to put it back
the way it oughtta be...

Learn to swim.

Fuck L Ron Hubbard and
Fuck all his clones.
Fuck all these gun-toting
Hip gangster wannabes.

Learn to swim.

Fuck retro anything.
Fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and
Fuck your short memory.

Learn to swim.

Fuck smiley glad-hands
With hidden agendas.
Fuck these dysfunctional,
Insecure actresses.

Learn to swim.

Cuz I'm praying for rain
And I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.
Mom please flush it all away.
I wanna see it go right in and down.
I wanna watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all away.

Time to bring it down again.
Don't just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.

I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any change, my friend.

I wanna see it all come down.
suck it down.
flush it down.

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