Has it been your personal experience
that the younger you are the less likely you are to pay an appropriate
consequence for your actions? Or was that just my sweet black ass? The problem
in America as I see it is the message a lot of children are getting today is
violence is the best answer for conflict resolution. They get this message in
video games. On their television and in their movies. From other children,
adults and even their parent(s). When a child is caught using violence in their
life if they are punished for it, is the problem the punishment is too light?
Too harsh? Too old way of thinking instead of forward thinking? I believe it’s
the last one.
What adults, parents and the US
government have failed to do today is teach the next generation a better
solution for conflict resolution in my opinion. At 57% the US government
continues to fund the Military as it’s number one priority. At the same time
only 5% of their budgeted spending goes to Veteran Benefits? What history has taught
me is that War is an economic solution. For me I’ve seen this backwards
thinking solution time and time again. The time has come to get moving forward
in our thinking and our actions.
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| From Walking Upright Citzen's Brigade Article |
Why I’m a Trekkie instead of a Star
Wars fan is simply the difference. I’m a Next Generation fan-girl over
original. When it came down to conflict resolution on both original and Next
Generation, diplomacy was used more often than not. Picard used communication
better in my opinion. Kirk used sex and love. I believe the reason Earth can’t
get out into the Universe and mix among other beings, why Star Trek isn’t
reality for the human race is we are not ready to meet alien races, yet.
Until this backwards thinking of conflict resolution through violence is removed from our actions, we won’t be ready to explore the Universe and meet other conscious beings. Personally, I prefer the President of the United States of America to be a Nobel Peace Prize Winner. Twice. I heard President Barrack Obama is nominated to receive the prize for the second time this year. I see this as proof and I appreciate the fact that the consciousness in America is moving forward.
I had a friend whose puppy was killed. The dog was thrown into a wall by a six year old child. I was at home at the time. I lived two miles away. My friend, J, called me up and told me the dog was injured and begged could I take her to the emergency vet room. I put on my shoes, grabbed my wallet, keys and coat while I instructed J to print out the directions. I was on my way, she knew it, we didn’t even discuss it.
I arrived at her door, she raced to my truck cradling the small bundle of pale doggy in her arms. I asked for the directions, she shoved them in my hands. I started driving out of the complex, eyes on the information and the road, until I figured out where I was going. The radio was off but there was no silence in the cab of my truck. The dog was wheezing and whining, J was crying and talking on the phone. The puppy did not respond to J, no matter what she said or did.
I asked what happened when she ended the call. J told me her daughters were playing in their room with some friends and the new puppy. J’s family had gotten the puppy the day before. It was my first time seeing him. The children were saying the dog fell off the bed. J called her home and spoke to the mother she’d left in charge of the four children responsible. The other mother had two boys, same ages as J’s girls, six and four years old.
I had a few concerns about J’s six year old. This was the second time inside the month this child had exhibited a poor choice of action in my eyes. She’d shoplifted a few weeks prior. The same day of the shoplifting incident I’d informed J's daughter I was upset with her while we were riding around in her mother's car. J's daughter asked why and I said it was wrong to steal. She told me she wanted the candy and so she took it. I told her there were plenty of things I wanted, but I mostly purchased the things I needed. Her mother agreed she did the same.
J’s daughter asked me why and I explained that I was poor, broke. Her mother was in the same boat. Neither one of us had much money. At the time I still had excellent credit, J did not. J’s daughter said I drove a nice truck. I told her I’d bought my truck when I had a good paying job. When I purchased Dante 2, I needed a vehicle and it was one I could afford. I still own the same truck today though this happened over six years ago. J's daughter said oh and agreed to only purchase what her mother could afford going forward until she got a job and could buy what she wanted.
As to the puppy, the other mother said the children had changed their story by the time J and I arrived at the vet. The children were tossing the puppy back and forth. J’s youngest daughter is disabled, so I knew she didn’t have the dexterity to throw the dog. By the time the puppy was being taken care of, J's oldest daughter said she'd thrown the dog into a wall. I stayed with J at the vet while we were informed the best course of action was to put the puppy down by the vet.
When we returned to the apartment complex J begged me to come with her while she disciplined her daughter. She feared she’d be too angry to do it properly. I went into that room to support my friend, with hopes that we could get across the seriousness of the situation. At first her daughter felt no remorse for what she’d done. We explained that the puppy was gone, this being the first experience with death for all the children involved.
J asked me to encourage her daughter to see the err of what she’d done. J liked the help I’d given her on the shoplifting issue, and she knew I cared about her daughters as if they were my own. I compared the puppy to a baby and reminded her six year old that she would not allow anyone to throw her baby sister into a wall. Then I asked her why she'd thrown the newest member, the baby of their family into one? The other mother felt I was being too harsh. J asked her friend to head into the living room with her boys while J and I finished speaking with her girls.
J helped me to breakdown my words into kid language as we continued our conversation with them. By the time we’d finished talking to them J’s six year old daughter was in tears and remorseful. I feared the person who needed to hear what was said was a child in the living room. I didn’t know the other mother, nor was my help desired by this woman. My offer to stick around while her children discussed the incident, was declined. Armed with my thoughts on the situation, that her daughter was not the person who threw the dog, J had that conversation without me and decided to end the friendship with the other mother.
Within the same year J and I ended our friendship. I won’t go into details. For me it had become an unhealthy relationship and once I realized this fact, I had to cut J out of my life. I miss her daughters and her and hope that they are happy, safe, and healthy. I imagine they are but I don’t get to know for sure. It’s the price I paid, the consequence I received for ending the friendship.
Until this backwards thinking of conflict resolution through violence is removed from our actions, we won’t be ready to explore the Universe and meet other conscious beings. Personally, I prefer the President of the United States of America to be a Nobel Peace Prize Winner. Twice. I heard President Barrack Obama is nominated to receive the prize for the second time this year. I see this as proof and I appreciate the fact that the consciousness in America is moving forward.
I had a friend whose puppy was killed. The dog was thrown into a wall by a six year old child. I was at home at the time. I lived two miles away. My friend, J, called me up and told me the dog was injured and begged could I take her to the emergency vet room. I put on my shoes, grabbed my wallet, keys and coat while I instructed J to print out the directions. I was on my way, she knew it, we didn’t even discuss it.
I arrived at her door, she raced to my truck cradling the small bundle of pale doggy in her arms. I asked for the directions, she shoved them in my hands. I started driving out of the complex, eyes on the information and the road, until I figured out where I was going. The radio was off but there was no silence in the cab of my truck. The dog was wheezing and whining, J was crying and talking on the phone. The puppy did not respond to J, no matter what she said or did.
I asked what happened when she ended the call. J told me her daughters were playing in their room with some friends and the new puppy. J’s family had gotten the puppy the day before. It was my first time seeing him. The children were saying the dog fell off the bed. J called her home and spoke to the mother she’d left in charge of the four children responsible. The other mother had two boys, same ages as J’s girls, six and four years old.
I had a few concerns about J’s six year old. This was the second time inside the month this child had exhibited a poor choice of action in my eyes. She’d shoplifted a few weeks prior. The same day of the shoplifting incident I’d informed J's daughter I was upset with her while we were riding around in her mother's car. J's daughter asked why and I said it was wrong to steal. She told me she wanted the candy and so she took it. I told her there were plenty of things I wanted, but I mostly purchased the things I needed. Her mother agreed she did the same.
J’s daughter asked me why and I explained that I was poor, broke. Her mother was in the same boat. Neither one of us had much money. At the time I still had excellent credit, J did not. J’s daughter said I drove a nice truck. I told her I’d bought my truck when I had a good paying job. When I purchased Dante 2, I needed a vehicle and it was one I could afford. I still own the same truck today though this happened over six years ago. J's daughter said oh and agreed to only purchase what her mother could afford going forward until she got a job and could buy what she wanted.
As to the puppy, the other mother said the children had changed their story by the time J and I arrived at the vet. The children were tossing the puppy back and forth. J’s youngest daughter is disabled, so I knew she didn’t have the dexterity to throw the dog. By the time the puppy was being taken care of, J's oldest daughter said she'd thrown the dog into a wall. I stayed with J at the vet while we were informed the best course of action was to put the puppy down by the vet.
When we returned to the apartment complex J begged me to come with her while she disciplined her daughter. She feared she’d be too angry to do it properly. I went into that room to support my friend, with hopes that we could get across the seriousness of the situation. At first her daughter felt no remorse for what she’d done. We explained that the puppy was gone, this being the first experience with death for all the children involved.
J asked me to encourage her daughter to see the err of what she’d done. J liked the help I’d given her on the shoplifting issue, and she knew I cared about her daughters as if they were my own. I compared the puppy to a baby and reminded her six year old that she would not allow anyone to throw her baby sister into a wall. Then I asked her why she'd thrown the newest member, the baby of their family into one? The other mother felt I was being too harsh. J asked her friend to head into the living room with her boys while J and I finished speaking with her girls.
J helped me to breakdown my words into kid language as we continued our conversation with them. By the time we’d finished talking to them J’s six year old daughter was in tears and remorseful. I feared the person who needed to hear what was said was a child in the living room. I didn’t know the other mother, nor was my help desired by this woman. My offer to stick around while her children discussed the incident, was declined. Armed with my thoughts on the situation, that her daughter was not the person who threw the dog, J had that conversation without me and decided to end the friendship with the other mother.
Within the same year J and I ended our friendship. I won’t go into details. For me it had become an unhealthy relationship and once I realized this fact, I had to cut J out of my life. I miss her daughters and her and hope that they are happy, safe, and healthy. I imagine they are but I don’t get to know for sure. It’s the price I paid, the consequence I received for ending the friendship.
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