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What the hell is wrong with our society?

An innocent jogger murdered in cold blood by a few bored teenagers?

(Let’s see how bored they are as they’re being butt-f*cked in prison…)

A World War II veteran beaten to death by two teenage thugs?

A 20 year old shooting an AK-47 at a Georgia elementary school?

Please, someone, tell me what the heck is wrong with today’s youth!!! Oh wait, I think I have a good idea….

We can no longer give our kids a good, old-fashioned ass-whoopin’ as was acceptable back-in-the-day.  And before you freak out – NO – I don’t mean a beating.  I mean a spanking.  Yes, there is a big difference, in case you weren’t already aware of that.

I remember once when I was about 16, I was a complete snotty little B and told my mom that I hated her.  Loooord, child – She backhanded me across the mouth one good time, and I swear to you – I never uttered those words to her again.  Ever.  And no, I didn’t think she was the worst parent ever for it.  I learned to respect her because of it.

We have got to keep control of our children, or they’ll turn out to be exactly like the idiots mentioned in the stories above.  We wonder what’s wrong with our country.  Well there you have it.

We have kids who get in trouble in school for being disrespectful morons, yet their parents are the first ones in the principal’s office raising hell because their bad-ass kid got in trouble for a perfectly legitimate reason.

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Even the father of one of the hoodlum thugs who shot the jogger refuses to believe his son could have done something so horrendous, even though the kid showed absolutely no emotion in Court, nor did he claim to be not guilty.  Um, hello?!  Your kid is a murderer!  And he deserves to be punished!

It used to bug the crap out of me that first person to come to my ex’s rescue every time he was arrested for domestic abuse of not only me, but several previous girlfriends and my kids, was one of his family members.  He deserved to be arrested.  How is it ever okay to bail him out of jail immediately and then blame the victim for “making him angry” and “pushing his buttons”?

And yet we wonder why our society is so screwed up?

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People, please don’t misunderstand me – I am NOT saying to go and beat the crap out of your kids.  There is a big difference between abuse and spanking/corporal punishment.  Do NOT beat your kids.  Do NOT abuse your kids.  But yes, today’s kids need to be spanked just as much as we did when we were growing up.  Look at us – we’re okay.  We’re all pretty decent people.  We’re not murderers or rapists or kidnappers or sex offenders.  We’re just bloggers.

On a side note – Please join me in praying for the families of these victims.  It’s a sad, sad world in which we live.

“Yeah, I love being famous. It’s almost like being white, y’know?” ~Chris Rock

So, at this point you’ve all seen enough pictures of my kids to know they’re biracial.  And beautiful.  I don’t like to brag, but I do have two of the most beautiful boys on the planet.  I’m just sayin’…

 Something you may not yet know about me from reading my blog, though, is that I don’t see color.  (Well, other than the fact that white boys just cannot dance, of course…)  I honestly just don’t notice it.  I hate love all people.

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So when someone makes a comment that can be construed as quasi-racist, it always surprises me and catches me off guard.  (Minus the dancing observation, of course…)  A few Fridays ago, two of my favorite girlfriends and I went to happy hour after work.  [Side note: One of those girls has an amazing blog that you should totally check out here.]  We were having a blast just unwinding from a hellacious week at work and had no worries at the moment.  That’s when I run into another friend there who wants to introduce me to the dude he was there with:

Other Friend:  “Alicia, this is so-and-so.  So-and-So, this is Alicia.”

Other Friend’s Friend:  “Nice to meet you, Alicia.  Do you have any kids?”

Me:  “Nice to meet you too, So-and-So. Yes, I have two boys.  What about you?”

Other Friend’s Friend:  “Oh, that’s neat – I have two girls!”

Me:  “Cool!  Here’s a picture of my boys.”

Other Friend’s Friend:  “Oh… Wow.”

Me:  “Wow what?” [Thinking it’s because I look much too young to have children that old.]

Other Friend’s Friend:  “Uh, they’re black!”

Me:  “What?!  Did you really just say that?!  Did that seriously just come out of your mouth?!”

Other Friend’s Friend:  “Um, no, uh, that’s not what I meant.  Uh…um…”

Me:  “No need to explain.” [Turning to Other Friend…] “Dude, your friend is a son-of-a-!@#$%, and you really need to make some new friends.”

Wonderful end to that conversation.  And it was at that moment that I remembered why it was that I went out with my girlfriends in the first place: Because I don’t like anyone else.

Do people STILL really think like So-and-So does?!  Helloooo!!!  It’s 2013!!!  I forgot when I chose to have children that they may actually have to deal with jackasses growing up who still haven’t figured out that we all bleed the same color.  And it breaks my heart for them.  They’re so innocent, and yet they have to deal with people obviously so insecure with themselves that they take it out on others.

In fact, when Gerald’s best friend’s mom heard about Gerald from her son for the first time, she actually said, “Oh, his name is Gerald?  Well that’s not a black name…”  Are you kidding me?!  So I didn’t name my kids Bon Qui Qui AND they’re well-spoken and well-mannered… Whaaaat?!  It’s really very sad that when they go to college, it’ll benefit them to be “black” and when they submit their resumes, it’ll benefit them to be “white.”  Is this really the world we live in in the 21^st century?  I’m afraid so.  [Shake my head…]

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My challenge for you today if you have this secret problem:  Go talk to someone who’s different than you.  Start a conversation with him.  Shoot, hug him even.  You might be surprised and realize you’re actually very similar.  Hmm, imagine that…

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