The sibling rivalry between me and one of my sisters has lasted a life-time.
I have a sister who is “the middle” child. She’s smart—with a high IQ.
When we were kids, this particular sister was the primary focus of our mother’s constant rage. And I always knew the frequent physical abuse she (we) suffered at the hands of our mother affected my sister, and would do so for the rest of her life—and it has.
Growing up, my relationship with my sister was always rocky; and her relationship with our oldest sister was distant because she knew our oldest sister was not to be harassed, disturbed, or otherwise “messed with.” I figured my sister’s unremitting physical and verbal attacks on me was due to the abuse she experienced from our mother. So I overlooked and forgave her for much of the guff and fights she started with me.
There were instances where my enemy-sister caused notable physical injury to me, i.e., on one occasion, while holding a thick papermate ink pen as if she was about to throw a dart into a dart board--from across the room, she said to me: I'm going to strike you in the eye and knock your eyeball out; and with great precision and velocity she unleashed the ink pen in dart fashion striking me directly in my eye. Our oldest sister beat her until both her eyes were blackened and her nose was broken. (Note: When we were kids, we fought nearly to the death.) Unfortunately, the terrible beatings our olderest sister would subject my enemy-sister to were not sufficient to deter my enemy-sister's violent behavior.
On another occasion, my enemy-sister told me to lay my hands flat in the windowsill directly under the raised window. Like a fool, I placed both my hands across the window ledge and she slammed the window down as hard as she could, fracturing my right hand. Again, our oldest sister stomped, beat, and threw her out of our first-floor window into the back yard--luckily my enemy-sister was not seriously injury from the fall. However, after this particular instance, our oldest sister insisted that she teach me how to fight--she forced me into being receptive to "fighting lessons."
By the time I reached the age of nine (I was a thick girl), our oldest sister had taught me how to fight. She and I use to practice-fight everyday; and she told me that the day I am able to knock her unconscious will be the day I’d win a fight with our sister.
Practice, practice, and practice I did with my oldest sister. She would tell me “not to worry about hurting her because that meant I was getting better” [at fighting]—and believe me we were doing some real damage to one another in our practice-fights: Bruised knuckles, hair snatched out—me—bloody noses, a black eye—me—scratches, sprang ankle—me—raggedy clothes, dirt-in-the-eyes—me again—lumps on the head, and a fractured thumb—me, of course.
Then one particular Monday evening, after school, we hit the field to practice-fight, and within 5 minutes, I knocked her out cold. When she fell backwards, I knelt next to her, shook her—she was slobbering from one corner of her mouth—I put my mouth under her nose to check her breathing—she was breathing. I jumped up in shear animation, shouting: I DID IT! I DID IT! I FINALLY KNOCKED HER OUT. (My hand was throbbing really bad.)
Our mother heard me in the field shouting, and from the porch, she saw my sister laid-out on the ground. She appeared within seconds. She smacked me really hard asking me what happened. I didn’t care. I was pumped. I exclaimed: I knocked her out! A neighbor, who was a Registered Nurse, revived my sister and walked her to the house. As they were walking up the stairs, my sister begged our mother not to punish me because she was teaching me how to fight. It worked because my mother didn’t beat me that night. She actually thought we were crazy for practice-fighting to harmful heights.
The next day, I almost lost my mind waiting for my enemy sister to come home from school. As soon as she walked in the house, I snatched her off her feet and began beating her. She was in shock. First, she could not believe that I started the fight, and secondly she was flabbergasted that I was winning. She was strong as panther-piss just like our oldest sister. But I had become even stronger. I fought her like a wild animal. We fought all over the house with our oldest sister coaching me every step of the way on where and how to hit her. My oldest sister was fanatically screaming at me: “KNOCK HER THE HELL OUT! DO IT NOW!” Then I surprised my sister-opponent: I hit her dead-center of her face, knocking her out cold. I hit her so hard, I broke my hand. I was so maxed with adrenaline that initially I didn’t even feel the pain until I tried to move my hand.
When my mother got home, she had to take me to ER. I was so proud of myself. But what I didn’t know was that fight would set the stage for us to fight everyday for the next 6 years—we never missed a day, and I never lost another fight with her. Unfortunately, her hatred of me slowly began to build.
As adults, I recognized that my sister’s hatred of me was real. It consumed her. It extended beyond sibling rivalry and was stringent. Her hatred and jealousy was obvious to everyone that knows us, even to strangers. But I still treated her with dignity, love, and respect. Yet, she never missed an opportunity to betray and hurt me.
The things she would do and say were ghastly. Things got so bad between us that I had to eliminate her from my life. To this day—in the year 2013—my sister frequently calls—all of my phones—to cuss me out, threaten me, and harass me.
Although I would welcome and love to have a stable, non-confrontational, loving relationship with her, I know that will never happen—it never has. Therefore, I do not allow her in my life or my home.
So my advice is this: If you have children and you notice the rivalry between them is regular, check it. Get to the bottom of the problem in order to help them resolve their issues with one another.
Why?
Because sibling rivalry can last a life time—take it from me. I know. I’m living it.
Believe, Saishe!
Monday, February 4, 2013
Need Help Paying for Your Med? Go to Walgreens! They Have A Discount Program
If you do not have health insurance and/or prescription coverage, and cannot afford to pay for or pay the full cost of your prescription medicines, Walgreens’ Pharmacies—throughout the United States/perhaps abroad— has a program titled the “Prescription Savings Club,”, and annual membership is only $20.00.
To give you an example of the discount benefits of the Walgreens’ Prescription Savings Club, following is the cost of cholesterol medication Pravastatin if you become a member:
"Pravastatin is a “Tier 1” med except for 80mg Pravastatin—it is a “Tier 3 meication:"
Tier 1 Pravastatin 30-day Supply $ 5.00 & 90-day Supply $10.00
Tier 3 Pravastatin (80mg):30-day Supply $15.00 & 90-day Supply $30.00
(Note: This information was given to me 02/04/2013 by a Walgreens Pharmacist.)
Many people do not know about this program, so be sure to share this information with people who cannot afford their medications. Perhaps other drug stores offer a similar program so be sure to ask your local pharmacy.
Love, Saishe!
To give you an example of the discount benefits of the Walgreens’ Prescription Savings Club, following is the cost of cholesterol medication Pravastatin if you become a member:
"Pravastatin is a “Tier 1” med except for 80mg Pravastatin—it is a “Tier 3 meication:"
Tier 1 Pravastatin 30-day Supply $ 5.00 & 90-day Supply $10.00
Tier 3 Pravastatin (80mg):30-day Supply $15.00 & 90-day Supply $30.00
(Note: This information was given to me 02/04/2013 by a Walgreens Pharmacist.)
Many people do not know about this program, so be sure to share this information with people who cannot afford their medications. Perhaps other drug stores offer a similar program so be sure to ask your local pharmacy.
Love, Saishe!
African-Americans Create Their Own Dismal Circumstances
Life minus education and economics equals failure. In addition, the breakdown of culture divided by fatherlessness and supportive guidance—especially among boys—creates an energetic lacking of life-path directions and morals. All of this multiplied by millions equals carnage, a profound sense of anguish, and apathy that is so entrenched, astonishing, and wide-spread it bewilders one’s senses.
Quite frankly, as a human being, I am embarrassed, as well as sickened to the core of my heart, mind, and soul that in the 21st century, our children have proliferated to habitually killing one another and people at random.
I live in Chicago where a total and shocking collapse of respect for human life exist—for which I cannot begin to describe the magnitude of my personal pain and shame.
I travel this nation. And I witness, read, and hear about the same alarming carnage that is being carried out by our children in Chicago is occurring everywhere I go. Our dreadful socio-economic circumstances even expand the globe. Needless to say: I am framed in shame.
I am perpetually flummoxed by the fact that African-Americans still jump out into the street—in mass, in 2013—and march with signs reading: STOP THE KILLING! And each time I see this, I’m more convinced that my people are stuck in a mind-set that marching will somehow solve our problems and/or “stop the killing.” I’m mortified by this.
I really become incensed when I see people like [“Rev”] Jessie Jackson and Al Sharpton grand-marshaling fake-marches with people whose kids are being slaughtered in family proportions. And the reason I’m increasingly and rabidly angered is because Jessie Jackson and other “black” so-called leaders know exactly what must be done to reverse the lethal social and bleak economics conditions permeating throughout every African-American community in the United States of American.
During the past 40+ years, never have I witnessed so-called leaders implementing strategies or utilizing the same type of resources and principles they used to better themselves and the lives of their children
Had the self-proclaimed civil rights preachers in African-American communities employed the methods they applied in raising their own children—especially in conjunction with the billions of government-allocated anti-poverty funds they received, controlled and disbursed to themselves and their wealthy friends over the past 40 years—today, we would not be submerged in a cesspool of soaring crime, high-employment, and low education; and we largely would not be “low information” voters. Misguidance and low-ingenuity perpetrated by people like Jessie Jackson, Al Sharpton, and most African-American preachers and politicians drives my stringent resentment towards them.
The problem is we—as African-Americans—are still failing to build an economic coalition among ourselves to divert a massive portion of the half-trillion dollars+ we contribute to the national economy in ways that will directly improve our economic conditions—especially for our fathers, husbands and sons.
I cannot—for the life of me—wrap my mind around why African-Americans are so economically backwards and against one another. Somebody! Please help me understand why we are not helping ourselves! Coming together to help ourselves is not rocket science—for God’s sake! We are already—and have been for a centuries—contributing to the economic superiority of every race on the planet except our own. Yet, we are worse-off now than we were in the 1960’s prior to the assassination of Dr. King in 1968.
Today, we’re still marching against high-crime, etc. We’ve marched in the past! We marched again! And marched some more! Remember [the]: two “Million Men” marches and one “Million Women” march, during which we spent—for each march—a minimum of $300.00 each to attend. Check-out the math as follows:
3,000,000,000 (People)
x $____ 300 (Spent Per person)= $900,000,000(Nine-Hundred Million Dollars)
Combined, African-Americans spent $900,000,000 million—nearly one-billion dollars, if not a billion-plus—to attend three marches to hear facsimile messages at 2 [of the marches].
*Imagine the prosperous economic impact on our communities had we—back then—invested nearly a billion dollars in an investment fund to expand and create African-American owned businesses and jobs. We’d be better off today—in the year 2013—and many of our people—especially our fathers, husbands, and sons—would be employed as opposed to standing on street corners drifting, drinking, doing drugs, robbing, stealing, and killing.
But I’m ready to try again to do something about it! I’m so ready,
Mid-Summer 2013 I wrote to and asked Mellody Hobson, President of Ariel Investments, Inc. (in Chicago) to create and manage an investment fund if we become successful at encouraging African-Americans to contribute to such as fund for the above-stated purposes.
Several weeks after Ms. Hobson's wedding, she sent a very nice note explaining that her busy schedule would not permit her to do so. But I am not discouraged.
My position remains the same, and I am not discouraged. I am going to continue pursuing my people to focus on our collective economic possibilities. I still propose that instead of marching, let’s invest a minimum of $100.00 (One Hundred Dollars) each—millions of us—in an investment fund to put our people on the road of economic prosperity.
If we are not willing to do this, we are not willing to change our dismal economic and social conditions. And, we’ll continue to be disregarded by others, disrespected and murdered by our children, and our fathers, husbands, and sons will never benefit from the power of our economic contributions to a society that is hell-bent on keeping them—our fathers, husbands, and sons debased and subjugated. Let us save ourselves from ourselves!
Are you willing? If so, send me an email to saishebrokesom@hotmail.com and I’ll forward it to Mellody Hobson (Google Ms. Hobson and read her background). In the “Subject” box type: Support of an Investment Fund. Express your views, or leave a comment on my blog with your name and number, or email address. Please and thank you.
Forever, Saishe!
Quite frankly, as a human being, I am embarrassed, as well as sickened to the core of my heart, mind, and soul that in the 21st century, our children have proliferated to habitually killing one another and people at random.
I live in Chicago where a total and shocking collapse of respect for human life exist—for which I cannot begin to describe the magnitude of my personal pain and shame.
I travel this nation. And I witness, read, and hear about the same alarming carnage that is being carried out by our children in Chicago is occurring everywhere I go. Our dreadful socio-economic circumstances even expand the globe. Needless to say: I am framed in shame.
I am perpetually flummoxed by the fact that African-Americans still jump out into the street—in mass, in 2013—and march with signs reading: STOP THE KILLING! And each time I see this, I’m more convinced that my people are stuck in a mind-set that marching will somehow solve our problems and/or “stop the killing.” I’m mortified by this.
I really become incensed when I see people like [“Rev”] Jessie Jackson and Al Sharpton grand-marshaling fake-marches with people whose kids are being slaughtered in family proportions. And the reason I’m increasingly and rabidly angered is because Jessie Jackson and other “black” so-called leaders know exactly what must be done to reverse the lethal social and bleak economics conditions permeating throughout every African-American community in the United States of American.
During the past 40+ years, never have I witnessed so-called leaders implementing strategies or utilizing the same type of resources and principles they used to better themselves and the lives of their children
Had the self-proclaimed civil rights preachers in African-American communities employed the methods they applied in raising their own children—especially in conjunction with the billions of government-allocated anti-poverty funds they received, controlled and disbursed to themselves and their wealthy friends over the past 40 years—today, we would not be submerged in a cesspool of soaring crime, high-employment, and low education; and we largely would not be “low information” voters. Misguidance and low-ingenuity perpetrated by people like Jessie Jackson, Al Sharpton, and most African-American preachers and politicians drives my stringent resentment towards them.
The problem is we—as African-Americans—are still failing to build an economic coalition among ourselves to divert a massive portion of the half-trillion dollars+ we contribute to the national economy in ways that will directly improve our economic conditions—especially for our fathers, husbands and sons.
I cannot—for the life of me—wrap my mind around why African-Americans are so economically backwards and against one another. Somebody! Please help me understand why we are not helping ourselves! Coming together to help ourselves is not rocket science—for God’s sake! We are already—and have been for a centuries—contributing to the economic superiority of every race on the planet except our own. Yet, we are worse-off now than we were in the 1960’s prior to the assassination of Dr. King in 1968.
Today, we’re still marching against high-crime, etc. We’ve marched in the past! We marched again! And marched some more! Remember [the]: two “Million Men” marches and one “Million Women” march, during which we spent—for each march—a minimum of $300.00 each to attend. Check-out the math as follows:
3,000,000,000 (People)
x $____ 300 (Spent Per person)= $900,000,000(Nine-Hundred Million Dollars)
Combined, African-Americans spent $900,000,000 million—nearly one-billion dollars, if not a billion-plus—to attend three marches to hear facsimile messages at 2 [of the marches].
*Imagine the prosperous economic impact on our communities had we—back then—invested nearly a billion dollars in an investment fund to expand and create African-American owned businesses and jobs. We’d be better off today—in the year 2013—and many of our people—especially our fathers, husbands, and sons—would be employed as opposed to standing on street corners drifting, drinking, doing drugs, robbing, stealing, and killing.
But I’m ready to try again to do something about it! I’m so ready,
Mid-Summer 2013 I wrote to and asked Mellody Hobson, President of Ariel Investments, Inc. (in Chicago) to create and manage an investment fund if we become successful at encouraging African-Americans to contribute to such as fund for the above-stated purposes.
Several weeks after Ms. Hobson's wedding, she sent a very nice note explaining that her busy schedule would not permit her to do so. But I am not discouraged.
My position remains the same, and I am not discouraged. I am going to continue pursuing my people to focus on our collective economic possibilities. I still propose that instead of marching, let’s invest a minimum of $100.00 (One Hundred Dollars) each—millions of us—in an investment fund to put our people on the road of economic prosperity.
If we are not willing to do this, we are not willing to change our dismal economic and social conditions. And, we’ll continue to be disregarded by others, disrespected and murdered by our children, and our fathers, husbands, and sons will never benefit from the power of our economic contributions to a society that is hell-bent on keeping them—our fathers, husbands, and sons debased and subjugated. Let us save ourselves from ourselves!
Are you willing? If so, send me an email to saishebrokesom@hotmail.com and I’ll forward it to Mellody Hobson (Google Ms. Hobson and read her background). In the “Subject” box type: Support of an Investment Fund. Express your views, or leave a comment on my blog with your name and number, or email address. Please and thank you.
Forever, Saishe!
Thursday, January 24, 2013
All Of My Pisces Are Dangerous Narcissistic, Psychopathic Sociopaths
Narcissism (i.e., selfishness, self-importance, egotism, self-absorption, conceit) is characteristically synonymous with all the “Pisces” I know.
Jealousy is a dangerous character flaw the drives all the Pisces I know.
Greed is an obsession with all the Pisces I know.
Scheming is second-nature to all the Pisces I know.
Pathalogoical Lying is epic with Pisces and they believe their own lies; and will attack you if you don't believe them.
Sociopath: All of my Pisces are sociopaths. They're mentally ill. They are not capable of feeling love, compassion, remorse, or guilt. They have no empathy for anyone. And they think you are crazy for being able to do so.
The true anatomy of all of my Pisces consists of deceit; having no loyalty to no one; back-stabbing; incapable of compassion or consideration; they show absolutely no remorse or guilt for the horrible and unimaginable things they do to people. If they are unsuccessful at manipulating, controlling, or influencing you, they make it an occupation to assassinate your character and your relationships with others. All of my Pisces are dangerous, i.e., they have physically stabbed members of their own family with knives. They're habitual at threatening to hurt or kill you in the worst manners; and are notorius for drawing knives on people, even guns. My daughter has stabbed her son twice, and has a history of trying or threatening to kill others, including her father.
All of my Pisces are dangerously jealous of people who share close relationships among themselves, and if they are permitted to be in those circles, they will dedicate every moment to destroying those relationships--one-by-one or in group fashion. The females are especially dangerous because they envy their female friends and their respective lives. They will destroy their female friends' intimate relationships and their relationships with their children. They destroy relationships between siblings, co-workers, etc.
All of my Pisces (many in my family) possess all of the above traits in concert with being pathological liars, sneaky, and extremely stingy, greedy, and materialistic parasites. Money is the only thing my Pisces truly love, and they do anything to get it, even destroy people and relationships. They lie and ruin the characters of other people via stories they create to gain sympathy. Pisces play the "victim" role while they are searching for victims. In most instances, my Pisces won’t come right out and ask you for money. Rather, they’ll give you a sob story to manipulate you into offering [them] what they want.
The Pisces (males and females) in my life, on the surface, appear to be gentle, soft-spoken, and genuine. To the contrary, they are very abusive, undoubtedly heartless, extremely jealous, cold, calculating con artists. They live highly compartmentalized lives, working hard at keeping everyone separated so that people cannot compare instances, verify, get wind of, or find out my Pisces use[d] deception to swindle people out of what they want[ed]. They are always very nervous and paranoid. Constant complaints about head-aches is the first ruse (trick) they'll use to see who will be attentive to them.
All of my Pisces are dangerous psychopathic sociopaths. They are in constant need of and in search of victims. They are violent when they cannot have their way and are completely incapable of empathy. They are incapable of feeling remorse or guilt. They will come right out and tell you they don't give a f---! They are obsessively jealous of people and their relationships with others, including relationships among relatives. According to “Wiki-Answers,” the following is a list of personality traits of a sociopath (and everything on this list applies to all the Pisces in my life):
• “Glibness/superficial charm
• Manipulative and cunning
• Grandiose sense of self
• Pathological lying
• Lack of remorse, shame or guilt
• Shallow emotions
• Incapacity for love
• Need for stimulation
• Callousness/lack of empathy
• Poor behavioral controls/impulsive nature
• Early behavior problems/juvenile delinquency
• Irresponsibility/unreliability
• Promiscuous sexual behavior/infidelity
• Lack of realistic life plan/parasitic lifestyle
• Criminal or entrepreneurial versatility
• Contemptuous of those who seek to understand them
• Does not perceive that anything is wrong with them
• Authoritarian
• Secretive
• Paranoid
• Only rarely in difficulty with the law, but seeks out situations where their tyrannical behavior will be tolerated, condoned, or admired
• Conventional appearance
• Goal of enslavement of their victim(s)
• Exercises despotic control over every aspect of the victim's life
• Has an emotional need to justify their crimes and therefore needs their victim's affirmation (respect, gratitude and love)
• Ultimate goal is the creation of a willing victim
• Incapable of real human attachment to another
• Unable to feel remorse or guilt
• Narcissism, grandiosity (self-importance not based on achievements).”
When they are caught in a lie, they act as though they haven’t lied at all—showing no shame. They commit horrendous acts against you, and say horrific things to and about you, then re-approach you as though they’ve done nothing at all.
My Pisces have tendencies to gravitate towards seedy people in order to feel or demonstrate superiority. They respond better to abusive people or people who reject them than they do to people who try to show them love and respect. If you reject them, you'll never be able to get rid of them--they become stalkers.
My Pisces do not like children—even their own. They consider them to be burdens and will do or say anything to entice others to financially support them. Some of them have admitted they did not want their child or children. My own daughter has said this to me many times.* (*Note: Statements such as this motivated me to conduct a decade-long study of the Pisces in my life and I discovered that all of them are identical in character.)
My Pisces will pretend to be absolutely destitute (poor and always struggling). They will do nothing for you unless they plan to con you out of more than they gave or did for you. If my Pisces did anything for anyone, they swindled that person out of substantially more than they gave—and they kept coming back for more.
My Pisces’ betray everyone in their lives. They are incapable of maintaining relationships. They hate people that love life, people, places, and things. They hate you because they cannot control you, but they'll pretend to be your friend because they're obessed with conquering you. They have no remorse; show no emotion or shame. They even laugh in the faces of people they deceive, hurt, or otherwise destroy emotionally and/or financially when they get caught doing it. I'm confident you've seen the smirk.
If your Pisces is anything like the Pisces in my life, let them know then let them go like I did. They are dangerously self-absorbed and will never change. They will completely drain you and your finances. They do not love you--they are incapable of any human-feelings of love, respect, regret. They are empty. They are driven by extreme anger, jealously, destruction, and an unrelenting desire to control everything and anyone.
In the meantime, if your Pisces is anything like all of the Pisces in my life, I’ll pray for you while you maintain any semblance of a relationship with your Pisces until you are able to let go.
I’m not saying all Pisces possess the traits described above. I’m only saying all the Pisces in my family and the ones I know up close and personal are all of the above. They're really sick, and you better believe it.
Tried, tested, experienced, and true!
Love, Saishe!
Jealousy is a dangerous character flaw the drives all the Pisces I know.
Greed is an obsession with all the Pisces I know.
Scheming is second-nature to all the Pisces I know.
Pathalogoical Lying is epic with Pisces and they believe their own lies; and will attack you if you don't believe them.
Sociopath: All of my Pisces are sociopaths. They're mentally ill. They are not capable of feeling love, compassion, remorse, or guilt. They have no empathy for anyone. And they think you are crazy for being able to do so.
The true anatomy of all of my Pisces consists of deceit; having no loyalty to no one; back-stabbing; incapable of compassion or consideration; they show absolutely no remorse or guilt for the horrible and unimaginable things they do to people. If they are unsuccessful at manipulating, controlling, or influencing you, they make it an occupation to assassinate your character and your relationships with others. All of my Pisces are dangerous, i.e., they have physically stabbed members of their own family with knives. They're habitual at threatening to hurt or kill you in the worst manners; and are notorius for drawing knives on people, even guns. My daughter has stabbed her son twice, and has a history of trying or threatening to kill others, including her father.
All of my Pisces are dangerously jealous of people who share close relationships among themselves, and if they are permitted to be in those circles, they will dedicate every moment to destroying those relationships--one-by-one or in group fashion. The females are especially dangerous because they envy their female friends and their respective lives. They will destroy their female friends' intimate relationships and their relationships with their children. They destroy relationships between siblings, co-workers, etc.
All of my Pisces (many in my family) possess all of the above traits in concert with being pathological liars, sneaky, and extremely stingy, greedy, and materialistic parasites. Money is the only thing my Pisces truly love, and they do anything to get it, even destroy people and relationships. They lie and ruin the characters of other people via stories they create to gain sympathy. Pisces play the "victim" role while they are searching for victims. In most instances, my Pisces won’t come right out and ask you for money. Rather, they’ll give you a sob story to manipulate you into offering [them] what they want.
The Pisces (males and females) in my life, on the surface, appear to be gentle, soft-spoken, and genuine. To the contrary, they are very abusive, undoubtedly heartless, extremely jealous, cold, calculating con artists. They live highly compartmentalized lives, working hard at keeping everyone separated so that people cannot compare instances, verify, get wind of, or find out my Pisces use[d] deception to swindle people out of what they want[ed]. They are always very nervous and paranoid. Constant complaints about head-aches is the first ruse (trick) they'll use to see who will be attentive to them.
All of my Pisces are dangerous psychopathic sociopaths. They are in constant need of and in search of victims. They are violent when they cannot have their way and are completely incapable of empathy. They are incapable of feeling remorse or guilt. They will come right out and tell you they don't give a f---! They are obsessively jealous of people and their relationships with others, including relationships among relatives. According to “Wiki-Answers,” the following is a list of personality traits of a sociopath (and everything on this list applies to all the Pisces in my life):
• “Glibness/superficial charm
• Manipulative and cunning
• Grandiose sense of self
• Pathological lying
• Lack of remorse, shame or guilt
• Shallow emotions
• Incapacity for love
• Need for stimulation
• Callousness/lack of empathy
• Poor behavioral controls/impulsive nature
• Early behavior problems/juvenile delinquency
• Irresponsibility/unreliability
• Promiscuous sexual behavior/infidelity
• Lack of realistic life plan/parasitic lifestyle
• Criminal or entrepreneurial versatility
• Contemptuous of those who seek to understand them
• Does not perceive that anything is wrong with them
• Authoritarian
• Secretive
• Paranoid
• Only rarely in difficulty with the law, but seeks out situations where their tyrannical behavior will be tolerated, condoned, or admired
• Conventional appearance
• Goal of enslavement of their victim(s)
• Exercises despotic control over every aspect of the victim's life
• Has an emotional need to justify their crimes and therefore needs their victim's affirmation (respect, gratitude and love)
• Ultimate goal is the creation of a willing victim
• Incapable of real human attachment to another
• Unable to feel remorse or guilt
• Narcissism, grandiosity (self-importance not based on achievements).”
When they are caught in a lie, they act as though they haven’t lied at all—showing no shame. They commit horrendous acts against you, and say horrific things to and about you, then re-approach you as though they’ve done nothing at all.
My Pisces have tendencies to gravitate towards seedy people in order to feel or demonstrate superiority. They respond better to abusive people or people who reject them than they do to people who try to show them love and respect. If you reject them, you'll never be able to get rid of them--they become stalkers.
My Pisces do not like children—even their own. They consider them to be burdens and will do or say anything to entice others to financially support them. Some of them have admitted they did not want their child or children. My own daughter has said this to me many times.* (*Note: Statements such as this motivated me to conduct a decade-long study of the Pisces in my life and I discovered that all of them are identical in character.)
My Pisces will pretend to be absolutely destitute (poor and always struggling). They will do nothing for you unless they plan to con you out of more than they gave or did for you. If my Pisces did anything for anyone, they swindled that person out of substantially more than they gave—and they kept coming back for more.
My Pisces’ betray everyone in their lives. They are incapable of maintaining relationships. They hate people that love life, people, places, and things. They hate you because they cannot control you, but they'll pretend to be your friend because they're obessed with conquering you. They have no remorse; show no emotion or shame. They even laugh in the faces of people they deceive, hurt, or otherwise destroy emotionally and/or financially when they get caught doing it. I'm confident you've seen the smirk.
If your Pisces is anything like the Pisces in my life, let them know then let them go like I did. They are dangerously self-absorbed and will never change. They will completely drain you and your finances. They do not love you--they are incapable of any human-feelings of love, respect, regret. They are empty. They are driven by extreme anger, jealously, destruction, and an unrelenting desire to control everything and anyone.
In the meantime, if your Pisces is anything like all of the Pisces in my life, I’ll pray for you while you maintain any semblance of a relationship with your Pisces until you are able to let go.
I’m not saying all Pisces possess the traits described above. I’m only saying all the Pisces in my family and the ones I know up close and personal are all of the above. They're really sick, and you better believe it.
Tried, tested, experienced, and true!
Love, Saishe!
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Don't Give Your Son to Gangs
There are many variables as to why “our” sons (and daughters) join gangs. But the main variables that influence their decision to become a gang-member are their need and desire for:
1. Love (Acceptance and A Sense of Belonging)
2. Material Gain
This may sound cliché, but the principle reason why our children are turning to gangs in large numbers is because they are looking for someone to love them.
If you take the time to ask one delinquent child for the reason(s) they belong to a gang, 9 out of ten (if not ten-out-of-ten) will tell you that their fellow gang members love and care about them. Then you’ll wonder how they know that.
When gangs are recruiting your child, they tell your child that they (gang members) love and care about them. They prey on your child’s emotional and material deficits. Gangs promise your child recognition (attention), praise (love), and access to the material things they desire. These are the initial captivating lures gangs use to recruit your child away from you and onto a path of crime, incarceration, and death.
Parents have a tendency to believe that providing for a child is sufficient enough demonstration of their love. But in reality, it isn’t. A child needs to hear and feel comfort like a hug and kiss. They want to feel reassured, and they want to be shown and told—often—that they are loved.
Gang members pump your child up all the while turning them away from you by telling them (feeding on the child’s belief) that you don’t love them.
Believe it or not: The demonstration of love and affection with your child is your best and first line of defense against gangs. I know it works—tried, tested, and true.
With all the children in my life—and there are hundreds—I use[d] a common theme to capture and retain their attention and trust, and that is: I always tell them that I love them, even when I have to be firm and unrelenting in a position that is for their best interest. After disagreements, I never allow a child to depart from me without a hug and a reassurance that I still do and always will love and care about them.
When the children (and young adults) in my life are in disagreement with or seething mad at me, I demand a hug—it softens the situation—before we get into addressing the issue(s).
When they make me mad, I first collect myself (I quickly wrangle and strangle the monster mom in me). Next, I hug them while telling them what the problem is. Softening the atmosphere and energy between us sets the stage for me to engage rational discourse (conversation) to gain insight and/or achieve resolution. I do this without judging, degrading, or intimidating the child. If a child is degraded and intimidated, they become resentful and resistant to advice or directives. My goal is to always keep the lines of communication open with children/young adults. And because I use rational discourse in my approach, I get results.
Often, when I have to intervene on behalf of a parent to find out what is going on with their child, the platform from which I launch is already in place because I took time in the past to build and bridge it with the child. So when I approach, they are relaxed and honest with me. Not only do I let the child know that I understand and am there to help them with their situation and parent, I always make sure the child hear me and understand when I shift gears to represent their parent’s position without making the child feel I am taking sides.
I am honest enough to let a child know when their parent’s approach was wrong, disrespectful, or otherwise not well thought-out. But I give scenarios as to why their parent act[ed] that way, all of which are grounded in the rationale that their parent loves them and want the best for them. I tell them, as parents, we’re not always right, and at times, we need someone to tell us that—which I why I’m here. Also, I engage the child in helping me devise strategies that they’d like to see their parents utilize to reach them. And in closing, I always ask: Do you want me to tell your mother/father, or do you want to tell them? In most instances, the child wants me to “be there” when they tell their parent(s); and some want me to disclose their admissions.
I have asked many children/young adults why do they open-up and talk to me, as well as always tell me the truth after they have shut-down or lied to their parent(s). And 100% of the time, they tell me [it’s because] “…you’re patient…you don’t scream and cuss me out…you don’t judge me…you love me…you don’t be tripping like my mama…you listen to me…you don’t treat me like a little kid…” I have a 100% success rate in gleaning information or cooperation from children/young adults, and I feel blessed for it.
So, if don’t implement a strategy anchored by love to keep your child out of gangs, you will give your son or daughter to the gangs. If your child is already in a gang, use the same strategies to get them out. If you need help, email me at saishebrokesom@hotmail.com
Love, Saishe!
1. Love (Acceptance and A Sense of Belonging)
2. Material Gain
This may sound cliché, but the principle reason why our children are turning to gangs in large numbers is because they are looking for someone to love them.
If you take the time to ask one delinquent child for the reason(s) they belong to a gang, 9 out of ten (if not ten-out-of-ten) will tell you that their fellow gang members love and care about them. Then you’ll wonder how they know that.
When gangs are recruiting your child, they tell your child that they (gang members) love and care about them. They prey on your child’s emotional and material deficits. Gangs promise your child recognition (attention), praise (love), and access to the material things they desire. These are the initial captivating lures gangs use to recruit your child away from you and onto a path of crime, incarceration, and death.
Parents have a tendency to believe that providing for a child is sufficient enough demonstration of their love. But in reality, it isn’t. A child needs to hear and feel comfort like a hug and kiss. They want to feel reassured, and they want to be shown and told—often—that they are loved.
Gang members pump your child up all the while turning them away from you by telling them (feeding on the child’s belief) that you don’t love them.
Believe it or not: The demonstration of love and affection with your child is your best and first line of defense against gangs. I know it works—tried, tested, and true.
With all the children in my life—and there are hundreds—I use[d] a common theme to capture and retain their attention and trust, and that is: I always tell them that I love them, even when I have to be firm and unrelenting in a position that is for their best interest. After disagreements, I never allow a child to depart from me without a hug and a reassurance that I still do and always will love and care about them.
When the children (and young adults) in my life are in disagreement with or seething mad at me, I demand a hug—it softens the situation—before we get into addressing the issue(s).
When they make me mad, I first collect myself (I quickly wrangle and strangle the monster mom in me). Next, I hug them while telling them what the problem is. Softening the atmosphere and energy between us sets the stage for me to engage rational discourse (conversation) to gain insight and/or achieve resolution. I do this without judging, degrading, or intimidating the child. If a child is degraded and intimidated, they become resentful and resistant to advice or directives. My goal is to always keep the lines of communication open with children/young adults. And because I use rational discourse in my approach, I get results.
Often, when I have to intervene on behalf of a parent to find out what is going on with their child, the platform from which I launch is already in place because I took time in the past to build and bridge it with the child. So when I approach, they are relaxed and honest with me. Not only do I let the child know that I understand and am there to help them with their situation and parent, I always make sure the child hear me and understand when I shift gears to represent their parent’s position without making the child feel I am taking sides.
I am honest enough to let a child know when their parent’s approach was wrong, disrespectful, or otherwise not well thought-out. But I give scenarios as to why their parent act[ed] that way, all of which are grounded in the rationale that their parent loves them and want the best for them. I tell them, as parents, we’re not always right, and at times, we need someone to tell us that—which I why I’m here. Also, I engage the child in helping me devise strategies that they’d like to see their parents utilize to reach them. And in closing, I always ask: Do you want me to tell your mother/father, or do you want to tell them? In most instances, the child wants me to “be there” when they tell their parent(s); and some want me to disclose their admissions.
I have asked many children/young adults why do they open-up and talk to me, as well as always tell me the truth after they have shut-down or lied to their parent(s). And 100% of the time, they tell me [it’s because] “…you’re patient…you don’t scream and cuss me out…you don’t judge me…you love me…you don’t be tripping like my mama…you listen to me…you don’t treat me like a little kid…” I have a 100% success rate in gleaning information or cooperation from children/young adults, and I feel blessed for it.
So, if don’t implement a strategy anchored by love to keep your child out of gangs, you will give your son or daughter to the gangs. If your child is already in a gang, use the same strategies to get them out. If you need help, email me at saishebrokesom@hotmail.com
Love, Saishe!
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
A Daughter from Hell
In your quiet moments, have you ever contemplated whether or not your child is possessed with some unidentifiable evil force or source? The level of evil and contempt that even a mother should not forgive?
While you’re alone and reading this, go head and admit it to yourself: “My child is a demon. I don’t even know him or her. It has gotten to a point where I don’t like…”
You wonder to yourself: “Who do they take after [in the family]? What have I done to make this child so disrespect and evil?” You keep trying to point to at least one incident that derailed [the] child’s moral compass, but you can’t.
I know. I use to be like that about my daughter. But then I came to the realization that there is no helping her. She is who she is. She did not inherit her “evil,” selfish, sociopathic, psychopathic, pathological lying, money-hungry-will-do-anything-for-it characteristics from me. Rather, she inherited those traits from her father/my ex-husband and his family. She will never change.
I want to share her traits with you as a means to let you know you are not alone in dealing with a person like I’m about to describe.
I am not a trained professional in psychology, but I’ve seen, know, and researched enough to conclude that my adult daughter strongly appears to be is a sociopathic psychopath, in concert with suffering from Borderline and Narcissistic Personality Disorder, and is certainly bipolar (although she has and exhibits all the traits and behaviors, but has never been diagnosed--to my knowledge. But she is seeing a psychologist).
Following is a Profile of a Sociopath (and an extreme sociopath, i.e., “a psychopath”) that I retrieved (and I’m quoting) from information I located on the Internet that best describes my daughter (use it to identify any traits that your child or anyone close to you in your life may exhibit regularly):
• “Glibness/superficial charm
• Manipulative and cunning
• Grandiose sense of self
• Pathological lying
• Lack of remorse, shame or guilt
• Shallow emotions
• Incapacity for love
• Need for stimulation/Alcohol Abuse
• Callousness/lack of empathy
• Poor behavioral controls/impulsive nature
• Early behavior problems/juvenile delinquency
• Irresponsibility/unreliability
• Promiscuous sexual behavior/infidelity
• Lack of realistic life plan/parasitic lifestyle
• Criminal or entrepreneurial versatility
• Contemptuous (expresses hatred) of those who seek to understand them
• Does not perceive that anything is wrong with them
• Authoritarian
• Secretive
• Paranoid
• Seeks out situations where their tyrannical behavior will be tolerated, condoned, or admired
• Conventional appearance (or impeccable appearance)
• Goal of enslavement of their victim(s)
• Exercises despotic control over every aspect of the victim's life
• Has an emotional need to justify their crimes and therefore needs their victim's affirmation (respect, gratitude and love)
• Ultimate goal is the creation of a willing victim
• Incapable of real human attachment to another
• Unable to feel remorse or guilt
• Narcissism, grandiosity (self-importance not based on achievements)
• Habitual Liar
• May state readily that their goal is to rule the world”
My daughter exhibits all of the above behaviors and traits; and does not have a conscience. She is an exceptionally cruel person and a fierce liar. She’s extremely manipulative of others; very and consistently dishonest. She possesses an inability to love. She is incapable of building and maintaining lasting and "profoundly meaningful relationships.
Do you see a pattern in your child or loved one yet?
I am going to keep going. The following information was also derived from the Internet, and I’m quoting
•"Sociopaths are charming at first and may seem charming, soft-spoken, and normal to everyone around them. But they have a scary need for control. They will isolate you from friends and family and you will be tangled in their web before you know it;
•"The key characteristics of a sociopath include: (1) having no conscience, (2) inability to treat others as human beings, with feelings and rights and (3) inability to learn from experience, from life. They are narcissistic--completely self-absorbed. One result of this is gross immaturity, though it may be hidden unless one knows the person well. A sociopath behaves as if he/she were the only person in the whole world and as if everyone else exists for their benefit/pleasures and had no existence in their own right. (4) Sociopaths treat other people as toys and hanker as power to control and hurt their 'nearest and dearest'. (5) Many are monumentally self-important: They may pretend to be millionaires, when in reality they are sliding towards financial disaster. (6) Habitual dishonesty;
•"The sociopath will charm their way into your life and heart, then take complete advantage of you - your emotions, your finances, your intellect; will make you think you are the crazy one. They are 'hucksters" and will tell you a sad life story to trap you into having sympathy for them so they can con you. They will isolate you from your friends and possibly your family; can or cannot hold a job and will probably commit crimes - theft by deception, fake physical disabilities, forgery; will abuse drugs or alcohol; and live to abuse you;
•"A sociopath causes non-stop turmoil in their family; and is a charming and frightening menace.
•"It is very difficult to recognize a sociopath but in a nutshell, a sociopath is a parasite. There is no help for them because a sociopath does not want to be helped. A sociopath will attract you with their charm and bring you to his/her side, and then will toy with you, lie and show no remorse. Sometimes there will be a fake smile in their face while he/she engages in their malicious ways. When confronted, the sociopath will deny any responsibility, then back away from you and blame you for whatever wrong he/she did. What is worse, everybody will believe him/her because he/she is able to gain sympathy in a cunning and calculating way.
•"They grow up in constant conflict with authority; they are most often bitterly angry and sometimes violent adults, brittle and combative under a thin veneer of charm;
•"A sociopath uses earnest persuasiveness, expert lies, and scheming manipulations, to achieve very destructive victories. A sociopath has great skill in sculpting their world to suit their plans and fulfill their wishes.” (Note: These examples of a sociopath behavior were written by a guy who wrote this about one of his family members because he just “wants to write this…just to get it out of [his] system after all of these forty years. But it might perhaps contribute to the overall understanding of sociopathic behavior”);
•"Sociopaths appear apparently normal; they are not easily recognizable as deviant or disturbed. Although only a trained professional can make a diagnosis of whether or not someone is a sociopath, it is important to be able to recognize the personality type in order to avoid further abuse;
"A sociopath does not have to be a person that is constantly in and out of jail, failing in being able to keep a job, nor constantly being broke. Sociopath's can be wealthy, have a great history in the work place and have never had any run in with the police. What they do have is the ability to manipulate each situation to where nothing is their fault. They are quick to give praise to someone, but use that as another way to draw them further under their control. They truly have no capacity to believe that anything they have ever done is wrong - even when caught in a bold faced lie;
"They don't pre-plan their "sociopathness" and how it will effect what they want - sociopath's are naturally that way. They are the way they are - to everyone in their lives - from when they were a child, throughout their entire lives. They do not have the ability to change the way they are. They may "mellow" as they age, but their need to have control over others, the need to be impulsive and violent, their feelings that, even in lying, they never do anything wrong, and their ability to charm everyone they think they need to charm, does not leave them as they age.;
"It's also very hard for someone involved with a sociopath to be able to see what they know is happening, even after catching the sociopath in the lies and manipulation. It's incredibly hard to decide to leave a sociopath, as well as stay away from that sociopath;
"Are you involved with a psychopath (extreme sociopath)? You may not know because they can be very charming and friendly and can appear to be altruistic, until you get close and inevitably they do something threatening or immoral and then you must set limits that disappoint them. The near-constant state of frustration and dissatisfaction felt by a true psychopath is the source of not only their rages but those eerie, on-and-off-like-a-faucet tears. (Yes, tears are seen even in some men, though of course still more common in children and women);
"People with Borderline Personality Disorder become “easily excited or have high-strung temperaments” that also resembles that of a sociopath in a temporary state of excitement.) They are always nervous and complaining of a headache or fatigue--always seeking compassion from others.
“Most of the physical problems a sociopath exhibits are neurologically based,” i.e., they seem nervous all the time/high anxiety or always hurrying. For all their frantic racing around, they are really very dead inside, and this is tragic beyond description;
“People can sense that the sociopath needs something, and they keep trying to give it and the sociopath/psychopath keeps trying to take it. But the sociopath cannot truly take in that healing energy of human contact. So, the sociopath becomes frustrated and instead looks to take unfair advantage. And the caregiver may give until it does him/her damage."
They lead high compartmentalized lives--and you better not try to go into those compartments. They live this way because they live separate lives, i.e., one group of people may never know anything about the another group of people, and so on.
My daughter lives this way. She has different groups of people believing another woman is her mother, and that woman's kids are her sister and brother, and their kids are her nieces and nephews. It's crazy.
Recently, at my ex-husband's funeral, at my daughter's separate lives collided, i.e., for decades she had been telling scores of people that she did not have a relationship with me...she never talk to or see me...I've never helped her...she does not accept anything from me..." But at the funeral, everyone she had lied to found out differently, including her boyfriend who said to me when I introduced myself as her mother: "I'm confused! You're her mother?" He stared at my daughter pensively as though he was having an epiphany about her. Several minutues later, he stated to a woman sitting on his right while pointing at me on his left: This lady right here said she is her mother." Then he stared at my daugther for about a minute. He rose to his feet, exited the pew (with my daughter in tow from the front row) and exited to chapel.
When my daughter returned to the chapel he was not with her. He had completely left the funeral before the service started. Of course I made it no better because I was all over her--talking like a bell-clapper--and she was a nervous wreck. I made absolutely sure that everyone knew she had been lying for decades. I stayed and served food at the repast to make her sweat. Of yes! She 98% ignored the woman that she claim is her mother. I felt sorry for the woman because she looked hurt and as though she had an epiphany as well.
Do you recognize any of this?
If you do, let your narcissistic, psyhopathic, sociopath go. They are dangerous and they do not like or love you. They are incapable of such emotions. They are also incapable of feeling remorse. Only God help a person like this because there is NOTHING you can do to help them. They will continue to hurt or destroy you.
Believe me! I’ve experienced all of the above—repeatedly—with my daughter, which is why am qualified to recognize sociopathic, psychopathic, bipolar, narcissistic/borderline personality disorders.
Saishe!
While you’re alone and reading this, go head and admit it to yourself: “My child is a demon. I don’t even know him or her. It has gotten to a point where I don’t like…”
You wonder to yourself: “Who do they take after [in the family]? What have I done to make this child so disrespect and evil?” You keep trying to point to at least one incident that derailed [the] child’s moral compass, but you can’t.
I know. I use to be like that about my daughter. But then I came to the realization that there is no helping her. She is who she is. She did not inherit her “evil,” selfish, sociopathic, psychopathic, pathological lying, money-hungry-will-do-anything-for-it characteristics from me. Rather, she inherited those traits from her father/my ex-husband and his family. She will never change.
I want to share her traits with you as a means to let you know you are not alone in dealing with a person like I’m about to describe.
I am not a trained professional in psychology, but I’ve seen, know, and researched enough to conclude that my adult daughter strongly appears to be is a sociopathic psychopath, in concert with suffering from Borderline and Narcissistic Personality Disorder, and is certainly bipolar (although she has and exhibits all the traits and behaviors, but has never been diagnosed--to my knowledge. But she is seeing a psychologist).
Following is a Profile of a Sociopath (and an extreme sociopath, i.e., “a psychopath”) that I retrieved (and I’m quoting) from information I located on the Internet that best describes my daughter (use it to identify any traits that your child or anyone close to you in your life may exhibit regularly):
• “Glibness/superficial charm
• Manipulative and cunning
• Grandiose sense of self
• Pathological lying
• Lack of remorse, shame or guilt
• Shallow emotions
• Incapacity for love
• Need for stimulation/Alcohol Abuse
• Callousness/lack of empathy
• Poor behavioral controls/impulsive nature
• Early behavior problems/juvenile delinquency
• Irresponsibility/unreliability
• Promiscuous sexual behavior/infidelity
• Lack of realistic life plan/parasitic lifestyle
• Criminal or entrepreneurial versatility
• Contemptuous (expresses hatred) of those who seek to understand them
• Does not perceive that anything is wrong with them
• Authoritarian
• Secretive
• Paranoid
• Seeks out situations where their tyrannical behavior will be tolerated, condoned, or admired
• Conventional appearance (or impeccable appearance)
• Goal of enslavement of their victim(s)
• Exercises despotic control over every aspect of the victim's life
• Has an emotional need to justify their crimes and therefore needs their victim's affirmation (respect, gratitude and love)
• Ultimate goal is the creation of a willing victim
• Incapable of real human attachment to another
• Unable to feel remorse or guilt
• Narcissism, grandiosity (self-importance not based on achievements)
• Habitual Liar
• May state readily that their goal is to rule the world”
My daughter exhibits all of the above behaviors and traits; and does not have a conscience. She is an exceptionally cruel person and a fierce liar. She’s extremely manipulative of others; very and consistently dishonest. She possesses an inability to love. She is incapable of building and maintaining lasting and "profoundly meaningful relationships.
Do you see a pattern in your child or loved one yet?
I am going to keep going. The following information was also derived from the Internet, and I’m quoting
•"Sociopaths are charming at first and may seem charming, soft-spoken, and normal to everyone around them. But they have a scary need for control. They will isolate you from friends and family and you will be tangled in their web before you know it;
•"The key characteristics of a sociopath include: (1) having no conscience, (2) inability to treat others as human beings, with feelings and rights and (3) inability to learn from experience, from life. They are narcissistic--completely self-absorbed. One result of this is gross immaturity, though it may be hidden unless one knows the person well. A sociopath behaves as if he/she were the only person in the whole world and as if everyone else exists for their benefit/pleasures and had no existence in their own right. (4) Sociopaths treat other people as toys and hanker as power to control and hurt their 'nearest and dearest'. (5) Many are monumentally self-important: They may pretend to be millionaires, when in reality they are sliding towards financial disaster. (6) Habitual dishonesty;
•"The sociopath will charm their way into your life and heart, then take complete advantage of you - your emotions, your finances, your intellect; will make you think you are the crazy one. They are 'hucksters" and will tell you a sad life story to trap you into having sympathy for them so they can con you. They will isolate you from your friends and possibly your family; can or cannot hold a job and will probably commit crimes - theft by deception, fake physical disabilities, forgery; will abuse drugs or alcohol; and live to abuse you;
•"A sociopath causes non-stop turmoil in their family; and is a charming and frightening menace.
•"It is very difficult to recognize a sociopath but in a nutshell, a sociopath is a parasite. There is no help for them because a sociopath does not want to be helped. A sociopath will attract you with their charm and bring you to his/her side, and then will toy with you, lie and show no remorse. Sometimes there will be a fake smile in their face while he/she engages in their malicious ways. When confronted, the sociopath will deny any responsibility, then back away from you and blame you for whatever wrong he/she did. What is worse, everybody will believe him/her because he/she is able to gain sympathy in a cunning and calculating way.
•"They grow up in constant conflict with authority; they are most often bitterly angry and sometimes violent adults, brittle and combative under a thin veneer of charm;
•"A sociopath uses earnest persuasiveness, expert lies, and scheming manipulations, to achieve very destructive victories. A sociopath has great skill in sculpting their world to suit their plans and fulfill their wishes.” (Note: These examples of a sociopath behavior were written by a guy who wrote this about one of his family members because he just “wants to write this…just to get it out of [his] system after all of these forty years. But it might perhaps contribute to the overall understanding of sociopathic behavior”);
•"Sociopaths appear apparently normal; they are not easily recognizable as deviant or disturbed. Although only a trained professional can make a diagnosis of whether or not someone is a sociopath, it is important to be able to recognize the personality type in order to avoid further abuse;
"A sociopath does not have to be a person that is constantly in and out of jail, failing in being able to keep a job, nor constantly being broke. Sociopath's can be wealthy, have a great history in the work place and have never had any run in with the police. What they do have is the ability to manipulate each situation to where nothing is their fault. They are quick to give praise to someone, but use that as another way to draw them further under their control. They truly have no capacity to believe that anything they have ever done is wrong - even when caught in a bold faced lie;
"They don't pre-plan their "sociopathness" and how it will effect what they want - sociopath's are naturally that way. They are the way they are - to everyone in their lives - from when they were a child, throughout their entire lives. They do not have the ability to change the way they are. They may "mellow" as they age, but their need to have control over others, the need to be impulsive and violent, their feelings that, even in lying, they never do anything wrong, and their ability to charm everyone they think they need to charm, does not leave them as they age.;
"It's also very hard for someone involved with a sociopath to be able to see what they know is happening, even after catching the sociopath in the lies and manipulation. It's incredibly hard to decide to leave a sociopath, as well as stay away from that sociopath;
"Are you involved with a psychopath (extreme sociopath)? You may not know because they can be very charming and friendly and can appear to be altruistic, until you get close and inevitably they do something threatening or immoral and then you must set limits that disappoint them. The near-constant state of frustration and dissatisfaction felt by a true psychopath is the source of not only their rages but those eerie, on-and-off-like-a-faucet tears. (Yes, tears are seen even in some men, though of course still more common in children and women);
"People with Borderline Personality Disorder become “easily excited or have high-strung temperaments” that also resembles that of a sociopath in a temporary state of excitement.) They are always nervous and complaining of a headache or fatigue--always seeking compassion from others.
“Most of the physical problems a sociopath exhibits are neurologically based,” i.e., they seem nervous all the time/high anxiety or always hurrying. For all their frantic racing around, they are really very dead inside, and this is tragic beyond description;
“People can sense that the sociopath needs something, and they keep trying to give it and the sociopath/psychopath keeps trying to take it. But the sociopath cannot truly take in that healing energy of human contact. So, the sociopath becomes frustrated and instead looks to take unfair advantage. And the caregiver may give until it does him/her damage."
They lead high compartmentalized lives--and you better not try to go into those compartments. They live this way because they live separate lives, i.e., one group of people may never know anything about the another group of people, and so on.
My daughter lives this way. She has different groups of people believing another woman is her mother, and that woman's kids are her sister and brother, and their kids are her nieces and nephews. It's crazy.
Recently, at my ex-husband's funeral, at my daughter's separate lives collided, i.e., for decades she had been telling scores of people that she did not have a relationship with me...she never talk to or see me...I've never helped her...she does not accept anything from me..." But at the funeral, everyone she had lied to found out differently, including her boyfriend who said to me when I introduced myself as her mother: "I'm confused! You're her mother?" He stared at my daughter pensively as though he was having an epiphany about her. Several minutues later, he stated to a woman sitting on his right while pointing at me on his left: This lady right here said she is her mother." Then he stared at my daugther for about a minute. He rose to his feet, exited the pew (with my daughter in tow from the front row) and exited to chapel.
When my daughter returned to the chapel he was not with her. He had completely left the funeral before the service started. Of course I made it no better because I was all over her--talking like a bell-clapper--and she was a nervous wreck. I made absolutely sure that everyone knew she had been lying for decades. I stayed and served food at the repast to make her sweat. Of yes! She 98% ignored the woman that she claim is her mother. I felt sorry for the woman because she looked hurt and as though she had an epiphany as well.
Do you recognize any of this?
If you do, let your narcissistic, psyhopathic, sociopath go. They are dangerous and they do not like or love you. They are incapable of such emotions. They are also incapable of feeling remorse. Only God help a person like this because there is NOTHING you can do to help them. They will continue to hurt or destroy you.
Believe me! I’ve experienced all of the above—repeatedly—with my daughter, which is why am qualified to recognize sociopathic, psychopathic, bipolar, narcissistic/borderline personality disorders.
Saishe!
Monday, October 29, 2012
Babe In Total Control of
My favorite girl--hands down--is Mother Nature--the bitch of all bitches that is to be feared.
A Babe In Total Control of Herself. In fact, this bitch--with all due respect--controls what, when, where, and how we do what we do--including what we're going to wear. Ain't that a bitch?!
Man does not predict what this bitch is going to do. This bitch predicts what man is going to do. Now how's that for [total] control. This bitch alone serves as the ultimate purveyor of the "laws of retribution." This bitch heaps retribution upon those who we are out of step with the virtues of their respective Gods. Those who are evil, who harbor malcontent or hatred of any kind in their hearts, manners, or actions, shall suffer.
When this bitch is sick of something (us), she shuts the s--- down! This is a bad bitch! Honestly! There isn't a bitch on the planet that compare--no where!
This bitch shifts the direction of oceans, lakes, and rivers; possessing an awesome multi-faceted arsenal of elemental weapons. And the wind is the most treacherous among them--it is the driving force that carries them all.
This bad bitch uses--at her will--rain, hale, sleet, snow, heat, cold, drought, floods, dust, storms of all kinds, and some more s--- we have yet to see--to put and keep us in our lowly place. This bitch makes earth-shaking calls of thunder before striking fire around, down, in, and from our a-- with bolts of lightning. The bitch is bad! Don’t make this bitch mad!
This bitch have people standing around--outside--with microphones and cameras showing and telling us what they think is about to happen. This bitch determines the status of mankind, and scares the crap out of everybody listening, looking, and affected.
Me and you, you and me: We wonder why Mother Nature would flood, burn, and blow down our homes and all we own. Really? Are we really that perplexed as to why? Okay.
Go look in the mirror. Search your heart, intent, and deeds. There in lies the answers.
"We ain't right!"
Like a rapper asked in a song: "How you gonna win if you ain't right within?" In the song, she even asks again: "How you gonna win if you ain't right within?"
You better think about what you're doing and have done. And if all isn't and hasn't been good, if Mother Nature has to rise up, it ain't going to be fun.
Some people cry and ask [their] God why does this keep happening to me?
Answer:
Go look in the mirror. Search your heart, intent, and deeds. You can't "win if you ain't right within." And keep in mind: This isn't mankind kicking your a--! It's this bitch: Mother Nature. So you better get some "act right and do right" about yourself.
Stop hating on whatever or whoever it is you hate on--remove the malice from your heart. Stop obstructing the happiness or well-being of your fellow man and help him on his mission. Start doing and giving from your heart without conditions. Stop destroying relationships and property. Learn how to love and treat people properly. Stop persecuting others for their religious beliefs, sexual orientation, race, gender, class, or culture. Treat people the way you wanted to be treated, i.e., with dignity and respect. Never seek to harm or neglect. Respect God's "green" earth and treat God's children and animals the best. Stop and think before striking a pose..you now know the drill. If you--we--don't..., Mother Nature will...!
A Babe In Total Control of Herself. In fact, this bitch--with all due respect--controls what, when, where, and how we do what we do--including what we're going to wear. Ain't that a bitch?!
Man does not predict what this bitch is going to do. This bitch predicts what man is going to do. Now how's that for [total] control. This bitch alone serves as the ultimate purveyor of the "laws of retribution." This bitch heaps retribution upon those who we are out of step with the virtues of their respective Gods. Those who are evil, who harbor malcontent or hatred of any kind in their hearts, manners, or actions, shall suffer.
When this bitch is sick of something (us), she shuts the s--- down! This is a bad bitch! Honestly! There isn't a bitch on the planet that compare--no where!
This bitch shifts the direction of oceans, lakes, and rivers; possessing an awesome multi-faceted arsenal of elemental weapons. And the wind is the most treacherous among them--it is the driving force that carries them all.
This bad bitch uses--at her will--rain, hale, sleet, snow, heat, cold, drought, floods, dust, storms of all kinds, and some more s--- we have yet to see--to put and keep us in our lowly place. This bitch makes earth-shaking calls of thunder before striking fire around, down, in, and from our a-- with bolts of lightning. The bitch is bad! Don’t make this bitch mad!
This bitch have people standing around--outside--with microphones and cameras showing and telling us what they think is about to happen. This bitch determines the status of mankind, and scares the crap out of everybody listening, looking, and affected.
Me and you, you and me: We wonder why Mother Nature would flood, burn, and blow down our homes and all we own. Really? Are we really that perplexed as to why? Okay.
Go look in the mirror. Search your heart, intent, and deeds. There in lies the answers.
"We ain't right!"
Like a rapper asked in a song: "How you gonna win if you ain't right within?" In the song, she even asks again: "How you gonna win if you ain't right within?"
You better think about what you're doing and have done. And if all isn't and hasn't been good, if Mother Nature has to rise up, it ain't going to be fun.
Some people cry and ask [their] God why does this keep happening to me?
Answer:
Go look in the mirror. Search your heart, intent, and deeds. You can't "win if you ain't right within." And keep in mind: This isn't mankind kicking your a--! It's this bitch: Mother Nature. So you better get some "act right and do right" about yourself.
Stop hating on whatever or whoever it is you hate on--remove the malice from your heart. Stop obstructing the happiness or well-being of your fellow man and help him on his mission. Start doing and giving from your heart without conditions. Stop destroying relationships and property. Learn how to love and treat people properly. Stop persecuting others for their religious beliefs, sexual orientation, race, gender, class, or culture. Treat people the way you wanted to be treated, i.e., with dignity and respect. Never seek to harm or neglect. Respect God's "green" earth and treat God's children and animals the best. Stop and think before striking a pose..you now know the drill. If you--we--don't..., Mother Nature will...!
Friday, October 26, 2012
Baby Said: You're So Ug-a-ly! Man said: You're a Pretty Little Thing
One day, as I was standing in line at a local supermarket, a 3-year old baby girl spoke to me in a raspy tone: "Hey," she quipped enthusiastically. She was a beautiful Carmel-colored little girl with sandy-brown hair, a huge smile, dimpled cheeks, and twinkling eyes. But her voice sounded as though she had a cold.
"Hey, to you," I responded equally enthusiastic. "What's your name," I asked.
"Brianna," she said still beaming.
Instantly the smile fell from her face as something else drew her attention away from me, prompting me and those standing near us to look around to see what caused her smile to suddenly disappear. She lowered her head, casted her eyes upward and transfixed them.
I noticed she was starring at a man in another line right next to us.
The man was exceptionally well-dressed in chocolate brown slacks, a matching brown crew neck, long-sleeve pull-over shirt; taupe-colored snake skin shoes, and a matching belt. He was impeccably dressed and smelling good.
My eyes moved from studying his clothes to his face. The man was very dark-skinned with an unusually large head. His eyes were droopy, appearing to be half-closed; and his lower lip was huge, puffy, and pink, suspended downward on his chin--he looked hideous. I was careful not to buck my eyes in surprise.
Brianna's fixation on the man made everyone else take a look at him. Her mother wiped her face in a motion to make her stop starring at him.
The man noticed Brianna's rock-steady glaring at him. He exchanged looks with her several times as she sat in her mother's shopping cart.
He said to Brianna: "You're a pretty little thing."
A man in line directly behind me holding a big sheet cake immediately chimed in and said: "She sure is--just as pretty as she can be."
Brianna's eyes were still casted squarely in an upper-cut fashion on the man.
The man stated again: "She's so pretty. Do you know how pretty you are," he asked Brianna.
Out of the blue, in a slow methodical tone Brianna stated: "You're so ug-a-ly." (Not ugly: She incorporated 3 syllables in the word instead of 2.)
The man behind riveted; and we all held our laughter. But you could hear--within a second or two--sounds of near sneezes from people or clearing of throats to contain their laughter.
Brianna's mother, laboring to keep from laughing, shouted: "No he isn't! Don't say that, Brianna!"
"Yes he is," Brianna replied without air coming in between her mother's comments.
At this point, everyone within ear-shot erupted into unbridled laughter, including the hideous-looking man.
The man behind me fell into me; he, the cake he was holding, and I hit the floor. Tears were rolling down his face as he laughed, and his face was completely distorted as he gasped to catch his breath. I was literally sprawled out on floor in my own state of belly-aching laughter with him leaning against me trying to speak.
Brianna was the only one not laughing. She maintained her composure, frowning at the man--which made it even funnier.
After several minutes, people recollected themselves and moved through the lines. But not me and James--the man with the cake that knocked me down while laughing. We were still on the floor in a sitting position straining our guts in laughter.
James launched into lampooning what had just happened. James made his voice raspy like Brianna's, looked at me and said: "You're so ug-a-ly."
"No he isn't," I said mocking the mother. "Don't say that, Brianna."
"Yes he is," said James impersonating Brianna before he fell backwards into another fit of laughter.
People were standing over us laughing as we re-enacted the scene with Brianna and the hideous-looking man.
Finally, we got off the floor. The birthday cake James was holding was smashed and completely unsalvageable.
James panicked: "Oh, Lord! My daughter's birthday cake is smashed all up! My wife is going to snap! What am I going to do? Help me!
We went-up in laughter again. I said to James as I began walking away: "I got to go."
James snatched me back, whipped out his cell phone trying to hand it to me and said: "Oh no! You can't leave me now. You helped me smash my cake. Here," he said sticking the phone in my face. "Call my wife for me and tell her what happened." He was serious. But we couldn't stop laughing. By now I was weak and exhausted.
I said to James: "Hey! There's the manager; have him call to her to tell her how the cake got ruined in the store." When the manager heard me say that, he walked back over to us.
"I'm going to do better than that. Come with me," he said to James. "I'm going to have bakery redecorate a sheet cake for you right now--it might not be the same kind of cake, but it will be a sheet cake decorated like the one you all smashed on the floor laughing at the poor man."
In the end, I had run out of time and could not purchase what I originally went to the store to get. James got a fresh, redecorated cake. But I got a memory for a life time; and every time I tell somebody this story, I cannot control my laughter, and the listener(s) get a blast from it.
Out of the mouth of a baby! It was dearly hilarious. And the hideous-looking man was very good-natured about the ordeal.
Saishe sharing!
"Hey, to you," I responded equally enthusiastic. "What's your name," I asked.
"Brianna," she said still beaming.
Instantly the smile fell from her face as something else drew her attention away from me, prompting me and those standing near us to look around to see what caused her smile to suddenly disappear. She lowered her head, casted her eyes upward and transfixed them.
I noticed she was starring at a man in another line right next to us.
The man was exceptionally well-dressed in chocolate brown slacks, a matching brown crew neck, long-sleeve pull-over shirt; taupe-colored snake skin shoes, and a matching belt. He was impeccably dressed and smelling good.
My eyes moved from studying his clothes to his face. The man was very dark-skinned with an unusually large head. His eyes were droopy, appearing to be half-closed; and his lower lip was huge, puffy, and pink, suspended downward on his chin--he looked hideous. I was careful not to buck my eyes in surprise.
Brianna's fixation on the man made everyone else take a look at him. Her mother wiped her face in a motion to make her stop starring at him.
The man noticed Brianna's rock-steady glaring at him. He exchanged looks with her several times as she sat in her mother's shopping cart.
He said to Brianna: "You're a pretty little thing."
A man in line directly behind me holding a big sheet cake immediately chimed in and said: "She sure is--just as pretty as she can be."
Brianna's eyes were still casted squarely in an upper-cut fashion on the man.
The man stated again: "She's so pretty. Do you know how pretty you are," he asked Brianna.
Out of the blue, in a slow methodical tone Brianna stated: "You're so ug-a-ly." (Not ugly: She incorporated 3 syllables in the word instead of 2.)
The man behind riveted; and we all held our laughter. But you could hear--within a second or two--sounds of near sneezes from people or clearing of throats to contain their laughter.
Brianna's mother, laboring to keep from laughing, shouted: "No he isn't! Don't say that, Brianna!"
"Yes he is," Brianna replied without air coming in between her mother's comments.
At this point, everyone within ear-shot erupted into unbridled laughter, including the hideous-looking man.
The man behind me fell into me; he, the cake he was holding, and I hit the floor. Tears were rolling down his face as he laughed, and his face was completely distorted as he gasped to catch his breath. I was literally sprawled out on floor in my own state of belly-aching laughter with him leaning against me trying to speak.
Brianna was the only one not laughing. She maintained her composure, frowning at the man--which made it even funnier.
After several minutes, people recollected themselves and moved through the lines. But not me and James--the man with the cake that knocked me down while laughing. We were still on the floor in a sitting position straining our guts in laughter.
James launched into lampooning what had just happened. James made his voice raspy like Brianna's, looked at me and said: "You're so ug-a-ly."
"No he isn't," I said mocking the mother. "Don't say that, Brianna."
"Yes he is," said James impersonating Brianna before he fell backwards into another fit of laughter.
People were standing over us laughing as we re-enacted the scene with Brianna and the hideous-looking man.
Finally, we got off the floor. The birthday cake James was holding was smashed and completely unsalvageable.
James panicked: "Oh, Lord! My daughter's birthday cake is smashed all up! My wife is going to snap! What am I going to do? Help me!
We went-up in laughter again. I said to James as I began walking away: "I got to go."
James snatched me back, whipped out his cell phone trying to hand it to me and said: "Oh no! You can't leave me now. You helped me smash my cake. Here," he said sticking the phone in my face. "Call my wife for me and tell her what happened." He was serious. But we couldn't stop laughing. By now I was weak and exhausted.
I said to James: "Hey! There's the manager; have him call to her to tell her how the cake got ruined in the store." When the manager heard me say that, he walked back over to us.
"I'm going to do better than that. Come with me," he said to James. "I'm going to have bakery redecorate a sheet cake for you right now--it might not be the same kind of cake, but it will be a sheet cake decorated like the one you all smashed on the floor laughing at the poor man."
In the end, I had run out of time and could not purchase what I originally went to the store to get. James got a fresh, redecorated cake. But I got a memory for a life time; and every time I tell somebody this story, I cannot control my laughter, and the listener(s) get a blast from it.
Out of the mouth of a baby! It was dearly hilarious. And the hideous-looking man was very good-natured about the ordeal.
Saishe sharing!
Chicago's African-American Elected Aldermen Are Handkerchief Heads
Yeah! That's right! Chicago's (Illinois/USA) local elected officials from African-American wards (districts) are "inadequate, unconvincing, and unsatisfactory" in their representation of their respective constituents. We should be ashamed of them.
But what's most puzzling to me is that people keep electing the same do-nothing, say-nothing, propose nothing handkerchief heads to public office and expect different results. Go figure!
The whole world (every continent on earth) knows that Chicago, Illinois has become one of America's most prolific killing fields, especially in African-American and Latino neighborhoods. Often, Chicago experience 20 to 60 shootings and 10-15 murders every week, mostly children and young adults between the ages of 5 and 35.
On October 25th, 2012, the local newspaper (Chicago Sun-Times) reported that Chicago's African-American and Latino aldermen "grilled" Chicago's police superintendent about "what he's going to do to stop the murders and high crime in Chicago [in their wards]."
I really should not have been shocked nor disappointed that those handkerchief heads in Chicago's city council had the audacity to confront the police superintendent about high crime in their wards--crime that has been proliferating long before he arrived here--where they live that they themselves have failed to do anything about it--for decades. I'm embarrassed for them.
Chicago's local elected officials DO NOT INTRODUCE WORKABLE or any type of ordinances (laws) that are beneficial to the economic well-being or public safety of Chicago's residents. Can you imagine that?! A local city council comprised of 50 elected officials (aldermen) who do absolutely nothing, and these people are paid in excess of $100,000.00 annually. What a sop!
These same aldermen I'm talking about put the police on "blast" because they (the fraidy-cat handkerchief head aldermen) think the police aren't doing enough to stop the shootings and killings in their own neighborhoods.
But here's the real kick-in-the-head: These same African-American and Latino aldermen DO NOT GO OUT INTO THEIR OWN CRIME-INFESTED districts to CONFRONT their GUN-TOTTING, GANG-BANGING, DRUG-DEALING, SHOOTING, MURDEROUS constituents (like the police are doing every minute of every day) to try and stop crime.
The police, on the other hand, are on the "front-line" dodging bullets while literally chasing down the criminals in these aldermens' districts without the help of these same aldermen. Go figure again! Heck! These aldermen don't so much as talk to or connect with the law-abiding residents in their districts--the very people who keep electing them to office (which speaks volumes about how apathetic and/or stupid their constituents are). So you can bet your ranch they are not ever going to go face-to-face with criminals--their representation of the people ends right here. Betcha!
I truly understand why other cultures and races of people panic when African-Americans move into their neighborhoods. And believe me: I am embarrassed by every reason why we are not wanted in certain areas. I understand why African-Americans are largely not respected by other cultures and races, globally, i.e., we do not respect ourselves. We (African-Americans) do not do what is required to effectively help ourselves, especially regarding economic development and curtailing crime that is being committed by our own children.
African-Americans expect the police and government to solve our twisted, rampant, and spiraling socio-economic ills--which is another reason why other races and cultures do not respect or like us.
It grates my nerves whenever I hear an African-American say: "When are the police going to stop this crime? The government isn't doing enough to..." Damn! What the hell are you (we) doing or going to do to help solve our own problems! Stop blaming everybody else. Blame yourself!
The police didn't create crime in our communities! The government didn't create poverty in our communities! We--African-Americans--are responsible for our own circumstances! Yeah! Yeah! We are!
We live in America, damn it! We are free to get an education. We are free to take advantage of "free enterprise" (capitalism). Create your own wealth if you will--there are no restrictions on establishing legal enterprises. We live in a land of opportunity that we do not take advantage of. People are dying every day to get to America for the opportunities we ignore and take for granted.
The next time you vote for your local alderman, make sure he or she is not a stupid, handkerchief head without a plan to help you help yourself.
Saishe Brokesom and I'm mad!
But what's most puzzling to me is that people keep electing the same do-nothing, say-nothing, propose nothing handkerchief heads to public office and expect different results. Go figure!
The whole world (every continent on earth) knows that Chicago, Illinois has become one of America's most prolific killing fields, especially in African-American and Latino neighborhoods. Often, Chicago experience 20 to 60 shootings and 10-15 murders every week, mostly children and young adults between the ages of 5 and 35.
On October 25th, 2012, the local newspaper (Chicago Sun-Times) reported that Chicago's African-American and Latino aldermen "grilled" Chicago's police superintendent about "what he's going to do to stop the murders and high crime in Chicago [in their wards]."
I really should not have been shocked nor disappointed that those handkerchief heads in Chicago's city council had the audacity to confront the police superintendent about high crime in their wards--crime that has been proliferating long before he arrived here--where they live that they themselves have failed to do anything about it--for decades. I'm embarrassed for them.
Chicago's local elected officials DO NOT INTRODUCE WORKABLE or any type of ordinances (laws) that are beneficial to the economic well-being or public safety of Chicago's residents. Can you imagine that?! A local city council comprised of 50 elected officials (aldermen) who do absolutely nothing, and these people are paid in excess of $100,000.00 annually. What a sop!
These same aldermen I'm talking about put the police on "blast" because they (the fraidy-cat handkerchief head aldermen) think the police aren't doing enough to stop the shootings and killings in their own neighborhoods.
But here's the real kick-in-the-head: These same African-American and Latino aldermen DO NOT GO OUT INTO THEIR OWN CRIME-INFESTED districts to CONFRONT their GUN-TOTTING, GANG-BANGING, DRUG-DEALING, SHOOTING, MURDEROUS constituents (like the police are doing every minute of every day) to try and stop crime.
The police, on the other hand, are on the "front-line" dodging bullets while literally chasing down the criminals in these aldermens' districts without the help of these same aldermen. Go figure again! Heck! These aldermen don't so much as talk to or connect with the law-abiding residents in their districts--the very people who keep electing them to office (which speaks volumes about how apathetic and/or stupid their constituents are). So you can bet your ranch they are not ever going to go face-to-face with criminals--their representation of the people ends right here. Betcha!
I truly understand why other cultures and races of people panic when African-Americans move into their neighborhoods. And believe me: I am embarrassed by every reason why we are not wanted in certain areas. I understand why African-Americans are largely not respected by other cultures and races, globally, i.e., we do not respect ourselves. We (African-Americans) do not do what is required to effectively help ourselves, especially regarding economic development and curtailing crime that is being committed by our own children.
African-Americans expect the police and government to solve our twisted, rampant, and spiraling socio-economic ills--which is another reason why other races and cultures do not respect or like us.
It grates my nerves whenever I hear an African-American say: "When are the police going to stop this crime? The government isn't doing enough to..." Damn! What the hell are you (we) doing or going to do to help solve our own problems! Stop blaming everybody else. Blame yourself!
The police didn't create crime in our communities! The government didn't create poverty in our communities! We--African-Americans--are responsible for our own circumstances! Yeah! Yeah! We are!
We live in America, damn it! We are free to get an education. We are free to take advantage of "free enterprise" (capitalism). Create your own wealth if you will--there are no restrictions on establishing legal enterprises. We live in a land of opportunity that we do not take advantage of. People are dying every day to get to America for the opportunities we ignore and take for granted.
The next time you vote for your local alderman, make sure he or she is not a stupid, handkerchief head without a plan to help you help yourself.
Saishe Brokesom and I'm mad!
Thursday, October 25, 2012
I'm Often Told: "You're Too Kind..." (Inference: I'm Stupid...)
For decades, I've wondered what people [actually] meant when they said that to me.
Then one day, in a discussion with a Greek friend of mine, Penny, about me frequently having been told that I'm too kind, she said to me: "What people are saying to you is that you are stupid. In the Greek culture, too kind means stupid. People are actually admitting that they would not do what you do for people, and you're stupid for doing whatever you do to help people."
My response to Penny's comment was an uneasy, inquisitive laughter followed by asking: "Really?"
Why?
Because the remark, each time it [had] ever been spoken to me about me always felt like an insult rather than a compliment; and because Penny maintained a straight concerned expression on her face while imparting what she believed people really meant, I believed her.
For more than two-thirds of my life, I have been confused by peoples' aversion for or suspicion of [simple or extreme] acts of kinds.
I'm kind to people, especially and extremely so to those I love the most. I'm generous with my love, time, and resources. I'm compassionate, respectful, and helpful. I'm always there for those in need without fail. But I keep getting hurt by betrayal and acts of derision. For the life of me, I simply don't understand why. I'm naive enough to believe that if I am all of this to people, then I do not deserve to be hurt in any capacity for any reason.
I keep telling myself: "I'm done. I can't keep doing this. I'm tired of this. I don't understand why they treat me this way even though I'm good to them--have never disrespected or betrayed them. I never do anything to hurt them. I do everything I can for them..."
I've been looking for reasonable rationales for many years.
Then, I summoned the courage to watch the movie "Passion of the Christ." Well, I'm telling you: That movie reduced me to a blubbering, snotty-nose pulp of a person. The personal pain I felt while watching that movie was overwhelmingly overbearing because minus being nailed to a cross, I am often treated exactly the way Christ was treated in that movie. I came away from watching that movie with a greater sense of understanding, as well as a renewal of my purpose and commitment to believe and remain one of "God's gift's to mankind" like my mother told me I am.
But I began looking at people differently. I realized that when you are the wiser in any given situation--good, bad, or indifferent--you bear the burden of doing the right thing even if the opposing person or entity is completely wrong. I received and grasped an enhanced ability to forgive without questioning, whereas I use to forgive and nearly drive myself crazy about the "whys."
I began to accept my responsibility to always set the "good example," no matter how painful or difficult it may be because my mother assured us that "we are not responsible for how we are received, but rather for what we do, how we do it, and for what purpose." So it became easier to by-pass the insults and disregards whenever encountered. Smiles automatically beset my brow in the face of adversity because I know that when the universal laws are acknowledged and accepted, the laws of retribution cannot come into play.
When a burden becomes too much to bear, I walk away without contempt or regret.
This is how I want to be remembered. After I'm gone from this earth, who I was, and how I served and treated mankind shall serve as my legacy--not how "they" treated or received me.
Love, Saishe!
Then one day, in a discussion with a Greek friend of mine, Penny, about me frequently having been told that I'm too kind, she said to me: "What people are saying to you is that you are stupid. In the Greek culture, too kind means stupid. People are actually admitting that they would not do what you do for people, and you're stupid for doing whatever you do to help people."
My response to Penny's comment was an uneasy, inquisitive laughter followed by asking: "Really?"
Why?
Because the remark, each time it [had] ever been spoken to me about me always felt like an insult rather than a compliment; and because Penny maintained a straight concerned expression on her face while imparting what she believed people really meant, I believed her.
For more than two-thirds of my life, I have been confused by peoples' aversion for or suspicion of [simple or extreme] acts of kinds.
I'm kind to people, especially and extremely so to those I love the most. I'm generous with my love, time, and resources. I'm compassionate, respectful, and helpful. I'm always there for those in need without fail. But I keep getting hurt by betrayal and acts of derision. For the life of me, I simply don't understand why. I'm naive enough to believe that if I am all of this to people, then I do not deserve to be hurt in any capacity for any reason.
I keep telling myself: "I'm done. I can't keep doing this. I'm tired of this. I don't understand why they treat me this way even though I'm good to them--have never disrespected or betrayed them. I never do anything to hurt them. I do everything I can for them..."
I've been looking for reasonable rationales for many years.
Then, I summoned the courage to watch the movie "Passion of the Christ." Well, I'm telling you: That movie reduced me to a blubbering, snotty-nose pulp of a person. The personal pain I felt while watching that movie was overwhelmingly overbearing because minus being nailed to a cross, I am often treated exactly the way Christ was treated in that movie. I came away from watching that movie with a greater sense of understanding, as well as a renewal of my purpose and commitment to believe and remain one of "God's gift's to mankind" like my mother told me I am.
But I began looking at people differently. I realized that when you are the wiser in any given situation--good, bad, or indifferent--you bear the burden of doing the right thing even if the opposing person or entity is completely wrong. I received and grasped an enhanced ability to forgive without questioning, whereas I use to forgive and nearly drive myself crazy about the "whys."
I began to accept my responsibility to always set the "good example," no matter how painful or difficult it may be because my mother assured us that "we are not responsible for how we are received, but rather for what we do, how we do it, and for what purpose." So it became easier to by-pass the insults and disregards whenever encountered. Smiles automatically beset my brow in the face of adversity because I know that when the universal laws are acknowledged and accepted, the laws of retribution cannot come into play.
When a burden becomes too much to bear, I walk away without contempt or regret.
This is how I want to be remembered. After I'm gone from this earth, who I was, and how I served and treated mankind shall serve as my legacy--not how "they" treated or received me.
Love, Saishe!
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