Strange Election Year so Far!


Willard Mitt Romney has the votes and is the nominee of the Republican Party, President Barrack H. Obama is the incumbant so why hasn’t the race really begun as of yet?

         They throw punches from afar like shadow boxers in a darkened room or area at one another, but neither has come up with any concrete plans to solve America’s problems. Why is that and why the jockeying for position and playing around? Kinda funny isn’t it, since, in past elections, all the way back to JFK vs Nixon the war was on hot and heavy with many debates by now, so whats happening here?

         I think politicians are now starting to get a message from some of the american public, they need to get off their asses and get something going and working or get the hell out of office! We the American People need to convey that message these days to them and put them out of work, for not doing the job they were sent to do, by us!

         Sadly, as job numbers change and start to rise again and people’s unemployment benefits run out, no one has the sense to take action and do a damn thing. Sad isn’t it? Jobs are not coming back fast enough, manufacturing is being built once more, but again not fast enough. Our place in the world market is weak now-a-days, as well as in the trade markets, thanks to trade agreements that made our imports out weigh our exports by far. Time to change that is here now!

          The Postal Service is going out of business and cutting jobs for what, because out government borrows from their budget  for other items! Bullshit put the money back, and save the Postal Service, we need it!

            Save Social Security too, stop borrowing from it, too many are on it because of age, disability and more and  we need that money to live. Wake up stop borrowing from it and leave more in there to keep it going, repay what you borrowed now!

        I don’t want to hear how you want to revoke Obama Care, unless you have a full and ready replacement for it. Too many Americans don’t have insurance and we need it damn it. Wake up! Medicare and Medicaid only pays so much, and they don’t cover enough, private insurance costs an arm and a leg. Keep Obama Care, unless you have a concrete plan to replace it period!

        Now I am asking both candidates, Romney the Republican, Obama the incumbant and Democrat, give us concrete solutions to creating jobs, to expanding business and opportunities, and saving the Postal Service, Obama Care. Medicaid and Medicare, correcting the Trade Agreements and moving America forward. If not than you don’t deserve the White House or Congress or the Senate for a job in my mind. It is time for a New Deal like Roosevelt gave us, or something close to it. wake up!

        I have lived now 56 years and seen many Presidents come and go in my life, isn’t it time someone with some guts,testestorone and brains stands up and fixes things? What kind of patty cake playing are you politicians doing at the cost of the American People? Get us out of the wars, bring the troops all home, stop policing other countries and fighting their wars. Use those funds in the billions on improving America’s economy, job markets, trade agreement, medical coverages and save the Postal Service and create jobs. Lets go damn it!

        I have seen Election Years come and go, and seen Presidents come and go, but damn why is this year so strange for an election year? It’s simple , the candidates want to hedge their bets, don’t let them and lets get this strange Election going in the right direction, hold them to their words.

        

Life, Limits and Questions


      As we go through life we face different things that affect our lives, we face loses, we face gains, we face births and we face deaths and ultimately we face reality and our on demise. Sadly, it is a truth of human life on the planet earth, that we have a limited life span. It’s a matter of fact not fiction we all have only so much time to do what we must do and get it done. Sadly, no matter what happens the human body begins to malfunction, break down and give out, muscles go, organs fail and yes we even get diseases and cancers. But it is the spirit of humanity that keeps us going, the interaction between human beings that makes life worth living, is it not?

       Each day we face endings that we wish we didn’t have to face, a pet dies, we bury or cremate them and life goes on, a parent dies and we think we will miss them forever and want them back, but nothing we can do, can make that so, yet life goes on. A parent dies and we wonder why so soon, why at that time did they have to go, we don’t have the answers, but we do know the emotional feelings of the lose. So yes we have no defined times for our lives, some children are born and die the same day or minute, some get killed out in the world playing, and some grow older and die from many causes, but we can’t define why they were all taken from us, can we?

         The biggest mystery in the world is still human life and intelligence and how we live a life span and contribute to humanities continued existence. We do it by interacting with other humans, by protecting our planet we live on, by protecting our own families and creating them. Amazingly it is all this interaction that makes humanity so human and vital on Earth.

      Mankind’s existence is not solved as to where we really came from, evolution does not give us the full answers, religion doesn’t either, it’s still the oldest question known to humanity, what came first the chicken or the egg? We shall probably never know for sure, whether the galaxies and planets we live on were created by a supreme being or it came from a big bang off a star or anything else. The old argument of Evolution vs explosion or big bang theory doesn’t really tell us much does it? For in the end the real questions are simple ones regarding it all. If a God or Supreme Being created it all, where did he, she , it come from and why did they do it? Or if it all came from a big bang off the sun or another planet then why did it happen and what caused it all? The bottom line is mysteries like our creation as a human race is and will always be unanswerable by humans, we can’t get to the point of where we came from if we don’t have any real clues  can we?

       The only way to solve any mystery scientific or otherwise is to dig as far as we can into our own past, and planets history. Yet even with the clues we gather and facts we now know, the answers do elude us, don’t they?

         Some people, believe that knowledge is power and power is to be a leader and in charge. I say real power and knowledge is knowing your own family history, where you came from and where you may go to in the future. The real power in life as a human being is being connected to those you love in such a way as you make a difference in a positive way for all of them. Life shall go on, long after I am gone said my  stepfather  said to me, live it to the fullest, and enjoy it and never forget those you love!.  As he said, I shall be gone soon, as the hours days and weeks pass, and they become months than years, I shall be gone but humanity will be here. The clock shall tick the time shall pass and life will change, enjoy it while you can. For life is limited for all women and men!

 

         

The Chase and End, A Short Story by me!


The Chase and End, A Short Story by me!.

The Chase and End, A Short Story by me!


This Story is True!    

In the 1960s, very few parents knew anything about Attention Deficit Disorder or Hyper activity and most who had it were misdiagnosed with emotional troubles or mental illness. Well, as most of us now know it can be something that makes you stand out from other kids, like a sore thumb on a hand. You never, ever fit in till you out grow it in later years, but then some of us who had it paid the price for having it too. The 1960s medicines and Doctors were not like todays, who have the knowledge they do. They were still plodding along with this type of condition, and had no idea what to diagnose it as.

Sadly I was such a child one who stood out, fought against all, and wouldn’t stand still. I was a child who wanted nothing but love and understanding, but what I got was force, pain, beatings and mental torture by my parents and my elder sibling and his friends. Yet today I overcame and live a normal happy life with a wife, home and two of everything. Not bad for a boy they all called emotionally disturbed and put away for two years in an institution.

In 1965, 9 years into my life, my sister was born, and we lived in the projects. My parents at the time, worked, and we were left to be babysat by my elder brother. His idea of babysitting was to throw me and my younger brother outside in the yard and him stay inside and keep an eye on the baby. His way of dealing with me was to tease, tease, tease and anger me, repeatedly from the day I was born. When I was a baby, I had my problems too, I suffered from seizures and has 199 in the first 9 months of my life, I guess the one thing I owe to my elder brother is he removed the tray from my high chair at nine months old and I tumbled to the floor on my head, somehow the seizures ceased and they were no longer a problem for me and have never come back.

Any way in the summer of 1966 when I was ten I was outside playing in the yard as usual.  When I got an urge to go to the bathroom and tried to get in the house to go. My elder brother stood at the door, and wouldn’t let me in to pee. I became angrier and angrier and yelled at him to let me in, he stood there laughing at me is all. I remember it like it was yesterday, his big ass Cheshire cat grin on his face. He pissed me off. I told him, open the damn door and let me in nope he just laughed and stood there. In anger I stepped back and grabbed a rock and tossed it through the screen door window. It shattered the glass all over the place and without realizing it I also shattered the window all over my baby sister. Well it got me in to go to the bathroom, but it also started the end for me for two years of my life. It led to things no person wanted to face, especially me at 10 years old. I had problems in school as a cast off because I never fit in and now the problems at home had elevated to point where my baby sister almost got hurt. My mother made a decision and called in State Social Workers for help to handle me. It would lead to my being put away for two years, but it also led to what I call the chase.

When your ten years old you don’t stop to think what may happen if you do anything, you just do it, such was the case when I threw the stone. But what it began was a period of my life I never forgot period and never will for that summer, my life would change, thanks to my mother and the State Social Worker assigned my case. I had no choice even though I fought it all the way.

It started with home meetings between myself, my family and the social worker on weekends, We would all gather in the living room of our apartment in the project and talk she called it communication chats or something.   The gatherings would take place once a week and she would be the one in the middle directing the conversation. Of course these were directed at me, my behavior and my reactions to things around me and what she called self-control lessons. They never amounted to much except us all staring at each other and no one saying a word for hours on end. I wish I could have spoken up, it may have saved me from the two years I was put away for, but I feared my elder brother, my step-father and my own mother and what they would say or do to me once the social worker was gone. My resistance was strong to saying anything and so were my fears.

This all started these weekly meetings in May of 1966, and went on till August of 1966. In between things got worse at home and in school for me, I was in more trouble every time, I turned around. For instance in June of that year we went to the ocean and the beach. As we were there I was playing in the water and didn’t see my sister. She was smaller than me and I didn’t realize she snuck up behind me. I accidentally stepped on her and didn’t realize she was under the water dad ran in and pulled me off of her. He went nuts and so did mom, it was an accident, but all of a sudden I was evil. The beginning of my end at home was coming and what awaited next, more meetings.

July 1966, I grew tired of the yelling and screaming of my mother, my step-father coming home and pulling me from bed and beating me and my elder brother just laughing at me and teasing me. My decision was to run away, I did and ended up in West Haven Connecticut, all the way from Waterbury, CT. to Savin Rock Park an Amusement park. I stayed there a week while they searched for me, and ate candy and junk food from the booths and slept in one each night. On the seventh day, I was out looking for food through the booth when a cop found me and picked me up. I was returned home that night to my mother who went nuts on me with screaming and yelling once more and put me to bed. She told me she couldn’t handle me anymore and that she called the State Social Worker for help and things would be changing. Once more I was in deep trouble for running away and knew something was coming now, what I had no idea.

Suddenly the following week I was taken out by my mother and clothes were bought for me. I had new sneakers and shirts and pants and shorts, yet I never saw them for a while. They were put away by my mother as the meetings began again with the Social Worker in our home, The family would gather and discuss me and how I was doing and whether I was doing better, worse or why I did what I did. Sadly, they never understood why I reacted the way I did, because they weren’t living my life as a ten year old boy in a home where I wasn’t really wanted. The conversations were always directed at my behaviors, my reactions, why did I do this or that, yet no one else was ever questioned by the state social worker as to what they did to get me to react that way.

No one told the State Social Worker of my mother’s hate for me because I looked like my father, or how she never hugged me or kissed me, but yelled at me and slapped me around. No one told the Social Worker how my mother would pressure my step-father each night to come upstairs and drag us out of our beds and beat some sense into us, did they? No one told her how my elder brother senselessly teased me and pushed me away and never wanted me around him. Nope, the fault was always mine it seems, and they wanted to know why I ran.

As July 1966 ended in our home, the closer I came to not being in our home, much longer or at least for a while.  In early August a decision was made by my mother, she kept saying she couldn’t handle me no more, she didn’t understand me, so she decided in early August of 1966 to send me away, give me to the State to Institutionalize. I had no idea what that meant when told one August Morning but, I knew at ten it wasn’t good.

Hot August day and I was dressed that morning in a white polo shirt and pink and white stripped shorts, my new sneakers and a suitcase was by the door with my clothes in it. I was given breakfast by mom and told to sit and wait the Social Worker was coming, I wasn’t told why, but I reasoned it out I guess, because I didn’t stick around that long.

I went out the front door to our apartment and I ran, and ran towards the woods in the back, As I did my mother sent every kid including my older brother to catch me. I hit the woods at full speed and stride , darting down paths I only knew and hit an open field of hay. As I hit the field I knew I was crossing a boundary for me  a place I had never been before but they were still chasing me so I ran further and deeper into the woods. I hit the opposite end of the field just as they were entering it and found the woods filled with pine trees below the slope. I ran in and kept running till it became dark and I couldn’t hear anyone, anymore. And stopped and listened finally, to hear silence and nothing else. They had stopped chasing me and it was now, an hour later. I was scratched up, bruised, tired and sweating but they never found or caught me in those pines, I was alone now and on my own.

I cried for hours that day as I walked slowly through the woods deeper and deeper into them. I couldn’t believe my parents wanted to give me away and I didn’t want to go, but too late, I was now a ward of the state unbeknown to me and they would get me sooner than later.

My day in those woods and that chase formed me for life, I would always know how to run forever if needed and avoid. I learned that day I was capable of taking care of myself, just as I did when I ran to Savin Rock Park before. Yet I needed food and water and a way to survive so I walked and walked and walked, through those woods. When I came out the other side of those pine trees and woods I was on a hill looking down on a different town and area, I had run and made it ten miles away to Watertown, and across from my step-father’s factory where he worked it was dark out as I struggled down the hill to the road. But I had made it out and not been caught, I thought ok what next when I hit the street, but it was too late for what was next, the cops were waiting for me, and picked me up as soon as I darted out into the open. I was finally caught, the chase lasted 6 hours and the sun had set, darkness was all around as the lights of cop cars and search lights hit me in the face and froze me in place. I was picked up by a cop, and carried to a cruiser and placed in the backseat with no door handles in place. As I stared out the window at the woods I had run through and made it safely out of, I knew I wouldn’t see it again for a long time.

The following day that August I was redressed by my mother, the suitcase was by the door and this time it was too early to run and my step-father watched me closely. The Black State Social Workers car pulled into the parking lot early that morning. My suitcase was stuck in the backseat and I was handed over to the Social Worker and never once kissed or hugged by mom. I knew then how unwanted I was and still know it to this day 46 years later and she has been dead now for 22 years. But that was life in our home back then, at least for me, I was no longer a member of my own family, but a ward of the State on my way to who knew where.

The drive was about one hour in that car with the Social Worker, never once did I speak to her or her to me I sat in silence, staring out the window the whole ride as she drove along. At the end were The Black Wrought Iron Gates of The Children Center on Whitney Avenue in Hamden, Connecticut, my new home for the next two years. The chase did end, but not in the way I wanted it to, you see, for my parents had institutionalized me.

I was now labeled an emotionally disturbed child, given my suitcase and a bed in a dormitory building with other kids around my age.   I can still see the brick buildings, the wrought iron gates, and smell the green grass after it was mowed. I can still remember wanting to go home and throwing a temper tantrum that night and the red-headed counselor who sat on me to hold me down and control me and made me clean it all up in the end. Never again did I throw a tantrum, I quietly assimilated into the Children’s Center because I had nowhere to go any more.  I was stuck and defenseless against the State holding me, so I had no damn choice.

Unbeknown to the State, my parents or anyone else is what I saw and learned in that Institution. I saw for the first time, evil. I saw people using drugs, cocaine, pot and more. I saw, people kill themselves, I learned to skate and play tennis and basketball, I learned many thing I would never have seen at home. Scenes, of kids having sex behind buildings, in buildings, and more. If my parents had known what I saw would they have gone along with it all, I doubt it but it was all there for me to see. Sadly, I lived through it by avoiding others I felt danger from, and staying in the open, to play cleanly.

I learned Ice Skating, Roller Skating, wood working and arts, and went to school like any other kid, on the compound of course, not off. But I also learned bad things, drugs, alcohol, sex and beatings people gave to other kids. It was a sad two years before I went home again. The ending went like this, one day.

I was called into the Administrative Building for a meeting with my Social Worker to discuss my problems, so to say. To me each meeting was a pain in the ass and a bother and I didn’t care what she wanted or anyone else. I just wanted to go home. It began with that call and ended a month later. For the call was for me, to meet a couple that was looking for a kid. I refused to do it and walked out, upset that my mother would try to adopt me out. So I waited until the couple left with my Social Worker and went in her office. I turned on her dictograph machine and recorded a statement for her to hear.

I don’t want adopted, I don’t need a new family, I have a family send me home! In the end that is where I went, home 30 days later!. The year was now 1968 and I returned to school in 7th grade and would graduate in 1969. Life would never be the same from the day of the chase till today, for I still run and run as needed to stay safe and secure. I did it through High School, and then through my sixteen years in service. In the end I survived and still do today at age 56. Thats why men and women run all their lives, the chase as children never leaves your mind and heart and head. But it’s the ending that always leaves you scared and running forever!

 

 

 

 

November is Coming, Race is On!


     June 1st,2012, day is sunny, cool but beautiful, the flowers are blooming and the 2012 election cycle is well under way. We now have the Incumbant President Barrack Obama vs. The Republican Challenger Willard Mitt Romney. Who shall win come November is still the biggest question currently being asked in America‘s press. But to the American people, I wouldn’t count on Romney to win, his views on religion, job creation, medicare, and Medicaid and social security and Veterans benefits will probably sink him. Not to mention his inability to connect and read the American people when it comes to job creation, manufacturing,healthcare and trade agreements. Then add in the facts concerning him and gay rights and the marriage argument and well you get the picture. He may look pretty when he laughs and talks out the side of his mouth, but where are the facts and plans to make it all work? They don’t exist, and why would anyone want to give the rich bigger tax breaks then they have now? Lets face the facts folks, if America elects Romney it will be war after war, first in policing other nations, then against his own people here at home as he gives his rich cronies tax breaks and doesn’t create jobs.

   America needs a President who will correct and protect and fix what is in place not change it all. We need the Health Care Program Obama put in for our elderly and poor and welfare people. We need jobs he is creating in manufacturing and white-collar sides too. We need Medicaid and Medicare saved and keeping going, we need a way to save the U.S. Postal Service, so first class mail comes to us at home and we get our meds for those needing them. We need to get out of war zones and bring our troops, equipment and service members home to rest here and protect the homeland not police other countries. The time has come for America to reelect Barrack Obama, and give him the support he needs in the Senate and House to push America forward, not backwards.  The time has come to let Obama finish his digging us out of the hole his predecessors put us into, financially, and get us in the black once more. You can’t ask a President to dig us out of a hole it took one before him eight years to dig, without giving him eight to fix it all.

         As you stop and think and look at Obama and Romney, do not think color, race, or even political views, think rich vs poor, think helpless vs affluent, think willing to help all, vs willing to make themselves richer and then vote when you go to the polls in November.

       If you want to know why President Obama couldn’t dig us out of a hole made in eight years in four, take a look at the logjam and blockade the Senate and House has built-in front of him, a Republican wall of rich people trying to get richer is all. Vote Democratic, lets give the President a congress to back him, not fight him. Vote out the Republican Blockers and Blockade in Congress and lets move America to a better future!.

 

Who is in Charge?


Men and women listen up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As children boys are taught men rule the world and run it. We are led to believe men are the powerful ones who have the strength and know how to take care of all and the ability to win no matter what. Well, this story is about the real story of who is in charge and why I When you’re a child you listen to what you are taught by the parents and siblings and relatives you are raised with. Whether a boy or girl, usually the process is the same on a mental basis, but, little changes occur as we age some, and usually it starts at a young age. For me it was the summer, I turned 5, before my first class in Kindergarten. know, Women are in Charge, not Men!

My next door neighbor had a little girl my age and we became friends and would play together all the time. We caught bees in jars, built mud castles, played hide and seek and hid in the woods and even played dolls. I know a bad thing for a macho man to admit right, but who cared when they were five years old what you did, not me. We played Barbie and Ken and trucks too, we did it all together her name was Laura. We laughed and played and ran through woods and more. It was a fun period of time for five-year old children, but even at five it was Laura who said what we did or didn’t do, not I. Females have that power over males and of course it got both of us in trouble with our parents, but we were five so who cares. We would play in the woods and pee side by side examining each other and exploring, we were innocent and kids. It didn’t matter, for nothing happened except looking.

It happens, men to us at all ages we just don’t realize it all do we, we grow used to it and the females get used to being in charge and getting their way and life goes on. Sounds silly right, well it isn’t if you stop and think back on your lives men, at least to us straight men.

God gave women the gifts of high voices, long hair and legs and breasts.   It’s funny how when you enter Kindergarten as a kid, how fast everyone looks at you and examines you and you them. Kids point at one another and laugh at you and you do it back it becomes a competition to be in the in crowd even in kindergarten, funny right/ But females ruled there too and always have since. I went from Laura before Kindergarten to a blonde haired little girl name Mary in Kindergarten, trying to impress her and get her attention for the next three years. Of course Mary and her friends just laughed at me, and my acting out got me deeper in trouble in school and at home each year. Whether Mary even knew I existed I had no idea except when I would hear her and her girlfriends pointing my way and laughing. So again, females ruled and picked who they wanted at that age. We don’t rule, women do, and you better believe it.

By the time I left 3rd grade it was on to 4th, and a new little girl to stare at and love from afar, yet I calmed down and didn’t get in trouble that year, but yet again, she didn’t notice me either. Funny how I was noticing them, but they wanted nothing to do with me, because I was a trouble maker, yet that’s how it went, no matter how hard I tried nope, they wouldn’t look my way.

I thought nothing of it. I had a girl I was watching at that time too, In a different school I went to 5th and 6thgrade in another town miles away. When I did I found a ring in the playground out back and her name was Joann, a red-head. Being innocent and stupid or romance and girls, period, I gave the ring to her one day in class. The next thing I knew we were both being teased as being married, it turns out I had found a wedding ring. I didn’t know what was what, and neither did she, but there you have it. Women rule because of these things, she would just smile and never say a word to me again.

By 8th grade and Graduation Day in Elementary School, things had not changed at all for me, I knew nothing of girls or why they would want anything to do with me. I didn’t even look any more, I just was going my own way and doing my own thing. Funny right, but not so funny, when I wore my first suit and got the attention of a different Mary, that Graduation Day. Of course she flirted and complimented my suit and me, but I was stupid in affairs of the heart or attractions or flirting. Mary flirted I laughed, she laughed and we both went separate ways, into Graduation and after.

Next was my Sophomore Year in high school, again I had no idea of romance or girls or attractions or relationships. When a Beatrice approached some friends of mine and told them she liked me. Little did I know how this one would go, but it would be a game of cat and mouse with Beatrice and she was the cat and I was the inexperienced and virginal mouse. It didn’t last long for Beatrice and I because she had a boyfriend already number one and number two because I didn’t know what I was doing. Beatrice and I would walk home from school together and I would walk her further home and then turn around and go home on my own. One day it got so late it was dark outside when reached a spot on the hill to her home and we stopped. She said she was scared of going home and of facing her mother and started to cry and tear up. I had no idea what to do, so I pulled her close, hugged her and kissed her, the first kiss I ever gave to anyone. Yet I didn’t know what to say or do next I fumbled and fell away from her. And that ended it with her, but her sister picked up where she left off next, men don’t run things, women do believe me yet? Because 30 years later I would see Beatrice once more and get asked about that kiss!

Next was Beatrice’s sister, Mary Ann I will call her, she slid up on one side of a cafeteria table in the high school as I was carving my initials into the table with a pen knife and she added her initials under mine and away we went. A dating and romance lasted almost two years before it would end, but it did end even though I loved her, because I quit High School and joined the service, it was goodbye. But again women make the decisions and grab the men they want not vice versa, see women do control and are in charge.

Each step here shows what I am saying, a women whether a girl or full-grown goes for what they want, makes it happen and gets what they want, whether it is the boy or man they want or anything else. It’s true, I guarantee it folks. Men don’t run the world women run the men and the world through their men. Believe me yet? You better folks, because I can keep this up and show you it all step by step, women choose and women are in charge, it is why once we get married it is always, whatever you say dear, yes dear, of course dear. It’s the facts spelled out clearly at marriage time too. I will show you that one next by my first marriage, laughing, you should get the idea now.

We, men, whether in the service or working for a living in one way or another always end up controlled by women by the time we reach out mid-twenties or early thirties. Why, because of sex and a funny little word called love, it starts with attraction, leads to fascination, then to the rest, which ends up with two adults, of the opposite sex dropping into bed and one controlling the other. If a man wants to be in control sooner or later the woman cuts out the sex and he must move on, if he is a normal healthy male with a brain. But that doesn’t mean those little feeling we call love disappear they still remain even after it is over.

I met my first wife in The US Navy at the Wave Cage they called it, or as officially called The Women’s Barracks one day. I went there with music, a tape player and to play pool and chat.  A buddy of mine had a, there and she girlfriend introduced us one day and from there it grew. It led to sex between us and then when the time for us to separate and her to go home on leave, I was left behind but given the instructions by her, to meet her, in my next duty station, which was the same base as hers. She picked me up at the airport and drove me to my first ship. The romance was on, it went from me climbing in and out of the windows of the women’s barracks and drives to the country and beaches and quiet moments together, And then ultimately marriage, and children. She got two kids, we both did, she got two cars, two of everything except houses at once, before it all blew up 12 years later. Funny right, I always said yes dear, whatever you want dear so much, that when she said I want a divorce I said you sure she said yes I said yes dear and left. Men aren’t in charge folks women are, believe me, she got everything and kept it all and the kids and child support, I got the shaft. It’s the way of the world men control nothing we come home sign over the checks or deposit in the bank and never see it again, the women spend it and control it and we  just go yes dear, whatever you want dear. Women are in charge not us men, believe it yet folks, you should!

In the end I got married a second time, and saved my second wife from losing all she had from her first marriage and helped her get something out of her home. We married after the rescue and when we fell in love, the marriage happened 7 years after the start. We waited to be sure and we married because it would become common law anyway at that point. Do we get along, yes, are we happy yes, do I control anything nope, Do I have any money nope, does she yep, all of it in one account and if I want money I get 20 dollars a month. But she buys flowers, gardens, and shoes to the tune of 775 dollars at a shot. I can’t buy a 60 dollar video game, but she can buy a 500 dollar I-Pad, get the idea now folks. Women are in charge not men it’s the god honest truth, try to change it and if your married it will be divorce court so men live with it and admit it, women are in charge they run the men who run the world. Ask Bill Clinton, Ask Barrack Obama, Ask George W. Bush, or any other famous man. Women run the world and are in charge Period, they let us men think we are in charge and we do think that, until we stop to realize we aren’t. That is what I call women in charge, and men don’t think you ever are!