My Opinion on Domestic Violence

There are many, many, many causes out there to blog about and bring attention to.  So many horrible things happen to so many people so often, that its impossible to single out any to bring light to, to bring attention to, so that someone might be able to do something about it.  There’s one in particular though, that I’ve run into so many times in my life, I simply cannot ignore....

Domestic Violence, it has many connotations, but in the end, out of women that I have met in my life, I can point to near all of them and tell you about some form of abuse that they’ve had to deal with, from a husband, boyfriend, or loved one.  Its sickening, truly sickening, how many stats there are on the subject.

A Rambling Update.

I hate forgetting what you are going to write about, but then...getting maced with perfume by the step-daughter will wipe your memory pretty much instantly.  Wow perfume burns in the eye for a very long time.

Today I spent time learning about other blog formats, and even though I’m having issues with my floating social media bar at the bottom of the page, I have to say, I’m going to have to be satisfied with Blogger here for awhile.  I just hope I can work out the issues with it soon, as its my current visual project.

A Parent's Performance

George Carlin once said:

“obedience and respect shouldn't be automatic. They should be earned, and based on the parent's performance. Some parents deserve respect, most of them don't, period.”

I’ve always lived by that quote, because I’ve seen way too many parents who simply just don’t deserve the respect they think they should be getting, and I’ve seen some parents get say more respect than they deserve.

It’s a truly sad fact of life, but some parents just aren’t good parents.  Luckily, somehow, I got two great parents.  In their own way, they’ve been the two people I could count on to give me the support I needed, when I needed it.  And sometimes they’ve tried to help me too much, and I’ve had to tell them no.

Campfire Tales

Every great now and then, you come across a story, or a song, that truly sparks something in a child’s imagination.  Something that starts you wondering about life, and the things in it, and all the mysteries that lie all around.

I remember when I was just six years old.  My father owned a skating rink and listening to the song the Legend of the Wooley Swamp by the Charlie Daniel Band.  I first heard it was the dark of night and I was in the record booth in the rink, one of Dad’s employees told me to listen to the song, it had just come out on a 45.  I was 6, and the record booth was really dark.

(poem) - Autumn's Thrall

Fall has struck
With a resounding bell
And oh....
How it doth make my heart swell

The cold of the day
The chill of the night
The trees turning color
Is Autumn’s delight



Every summer I long to feel
The cold tendrils in my hair
Or sharing body heat
Deep within our lair

There is no doubt
This is my favorite time
For I have wrote about it
Line after line

I never get tired of
The darkened grey skies
No matter how depressing
To not actually see the sun rise



All Hallows Eve
Is just around the corner
Full of spirits and ghouls
Which makes me ponder

On life’s great existence
On all life’s fun
I want to jump in a pile of dried leaves
After a short run

The smell of decay
Lingers in the air
But it is an aromatic scent
A potpourri fanfare

Yet the worst will come
Winter at its best
Eventual it will creep in
This I can attest

So enjoy Autumn
While you can
For before long
It will be Christmas yet again



And people will be filled
With Greed and Kindness
And all the stores
Will become pockets of stress

But that is far away
For now it is Fall
And I will enjoy this season
For I am Autumn’s thrall.

--Dan

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