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Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Michael Brown And Racism ...

I want to talk about Ferguson and I want to talk about racism.

But first I need to discuss something that happened recently that I can't get over. This is horrible and it BEGDS to be discussed with Ferguson.

About a week or so ago I posted a news article on my Facebook about an incident that occured recently ...

Here is the story ...

This is a story out of Georgia. The incident occured in 2014.

A young Mexican man and his friends pulled into a driveway and waited for their friend to come out so they could go ice skating. It was the wrong driveway and the white homeowner came out and shot the car numerous times, killing the innocent, unarmed young Latino man.

The man who fired the gun was recently sentenced.

He will get a $500 fine and be put on probation. 

That's it.

He murdered an innocent young man in cold blood and he got a small slap on the wrist.

And the worst part about this story is how no one cares.

There is no media scrutiny about this shocking miscarriage of justice. There are no protests. Peoplr aren't calling for justice.  There are no newspaper articles and editorials about it. This dead man's face isn't on magazine covers and you will probably never see his face on your television set.


Because he's Mexican. So no one cares.

Because in America it is still perrrrrrfectly acceptable to be racist towards Mexicans.

So as I see live footage of the Ferguson riots and protests I get really depressed. I am filled with sadness. It hurts.

But I'm not sad for the miscarriage of justice and I'm not sad because of the loss of life.

I am sad because if Michael Brown was a Mexican then no one would have cared. No one would have given a rat's ass about Ferguson. No one would have batted an eye over another dead Mexican. None of this would have happened. None. Because who cares if an unarmed young Mexican dies?

And I am sad because if the Mexican man, the young man who was shot and killed in Georgia for simply pulling into a driveway, if he was black, then THE WORLD WOULD BE OUTRAGED! There would be protests and the media would have a field day and the entire globe would demand justice.


I am a Mexican, the most hated race in America.

This is all messed up.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Random Thoughts ...


It's me again. Steve.

I know I haven't posted in quite a while. Still no internet. But I wanted to fill you in on what's going on in my life lately.


Lets do this ...

-Cold. It's getting cold. Super cold. In fact, they're saying it might snow here in Oklahoma in a day or two. And maaaaaan, I'm from Arizona. I don't do cold and I definitely don't do snow. Nope. Don't do it. I al really freaked out about this.

-I miss my parents, my mom and dad and my older brother Joe. I haven't seen them for about three years. My son barely knows them. It's sad. I just can't afford to go see them.

-Speaking of money, my family is sooooooooooooo close to getting out of our financial burdens. I mean, I'm the manager of my own department now AAAND I've gotten a nice little raise, too, as well as the 40-something hours a week I'm working now. So the financial burden s we're currently fighting with will eventually be loosening ... unfortunately, those big paychecks are going to take a while to get here. So right now we're screwed. No internet, no home phone, and a car payment that I'm struggling to meet. Man, these bills are really breaking my back here.

-For a year I was a stay at home father who would work 8-18 hours a week at his job. Now, suddenly, I'm a full time manager(ish), an employee at a highly stressful retail environment, and I'm working 40+ hours a week. My knees randomly scream in pain. My calves are constantly aching. I'm slowly running out of hits on my asthma inhaler, so I'm trying to ration them because I won't have health insurance for another two months or so. I'm just tired now. All the time. I did this job successfully for almost a decade ... but I was in my twenties them. Now I'm in my thirties and my body just isn't used to all this work. Man.

-I just lost someone very important to me. They didn't die. I just screwed up and ruined a really good thing. I was scared and stupid and so I destroyed what most days felt like the one good thing I had in my life. Now there's a hole inside me and it's a constant reminder of how much of a coward I am. And an asshole.

-Elf on the Shelf. How fucking creepy is that, amIright?

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Maxwell's Surgery Went Well...

This is a follow up. I didn't mean to alarm anyone with that last post.

Maxwell is fine.

He was brave. His teeth were fixed. And literally about an hour after surgery he went from loopy and teary eyed to hyper abd junping up and down.

He is an awesome boy.

Friday, November 7, 2014

Surgery Morning ...

We were up at 4am. Maxwell was woken up around 4:30. I was worried about how the evening was going to go, what with the instructions that he couldn't have any food or liquids, including water, after midnight, but he did fine. In fact, he woke up bright eyed and uber-hyper, a mood that continued throughout the morning. He was even cracking jokes on our forty five minute drive to the hospital in Oklahoma City.

Basically, my three year old boy has extremely weak enamel, so his top teeth have been quickly eroding. They have to put caps in and fillings and a bunch of stuff. And since he's so young he has to be knocked out for it.

So here I am at a hospital in Oklahoma City waiting in the waiting room outside of the surgery center.

He woke up so happy. I was worried that he'd have a bad night but he had a good night's sleep. He was laughing and joking around on the drive home. When we went back to the doctor's officr he took some loopy pain meds that made him act like he was drunk. Told him that the nice doctor people were going to take him to a special room. The nicest and sweetest male nurse ever held him and took him to the surgery room. And that's that.

He didn't cry, didn't complain, didn't have anything to eat or drink since midnight but he didn't complain or freak out about that at all. And when they took him away from me he gave me a thumbs up.

I cried. And now I'm just here waiting.

But I know he's in good hands.

Saturday, November 1, 2014

It Is A Dark Time Once Again ...

Hi everybody.

How are you?

Look, I don't have a lot of time to talk.

I'm currently blogging at the super ghetto Shawnee Public Library, so there's definitely a time factor in play here IN THAT I don't know how long I can survive being here in this damn stink library.

So let's just hit the basic bullet points real quick.


Let's do this ...

1) We are low on funds. We are verrrrrry low on funds, actually. So no money for internet. Actually, there's no money for internet for quite a while. Sigh. It is a dark time for me and my love of Netflix and torrents.

2) I was the manager in charge of the kids department at my old store in California. Then I moved to Oklahoma and gave up the position because it wasn't available. Cut to nearly three years later and guess what? I'M BACK, BABY! I am once again the head honcho of the kids section. How cool is that?

3) This is going to be a difficult time for me. I spent a year as a stay at home dad. But now I am back to working 40 hours a week. I'm going to miss my kids. Plus, I'm not the spring chicken that I used to be. I feel like a different person than the person who used to work 40 hours a week in a high stress level job in California. I'm older. I'm 37. I get tired a lot easier. I have bones and joints that pop. I'm not entirely sure that I have the stamina to do this anymore. But I am definitely going to try and give it my best. So wish me luck.

4) I have been donating plasma here and there to make ends meet. I know it's pretty ghetto of a thing to do but man, what an experience. It's a good deed, I'm helping people out, plus I'm making a fairly decent amount of money doing it. It's quite an adventure, one that I definitely want to expand on in more detail later on, like maybe when I have the internet soon, which will hopefully be soon.

That's all.

More soon.