I’ve decided that I need to revive my random thoughts segment. There’s so much going on and sometimes just a random thought about a subject is fitting. Y’all might remember how this works. Every so often a thought will cross my mind but never quite make it into a full-blown post. I call them DRIBBLINGS, just haphazard, trivial stuff that passes through my thoughts. And so, I DRIBBLE!
A father in Louisville boarded a public-school bus to
verbally assault a child. (Video HERE.) He says it was out of character for
him, but that his daughter has been bullied and because the school has taken no
action, he’d been pushed to his limits when allegedly his daughter was smacked
by another little girl. NO! In fact, HELL NO! I’m not buying that bullshit. He
showed his true colors. No grown ass man would even consider calling a child a bitch
and think that’s okay. No father of a daughter would be okay doing this
unless he has absolutely no respect for women in general. He called that little
girl out of her name with his whole chest, and I shudder to think what he
would have done had the bus driver not been holding him back. The video showed his
daughter trying to climb over the seat to continue to escalate the problem. Personally,
I didn’t get victim vibes, unless she got a shot of courage because daddy was
there. Clearly though, he’s not the role model any little girl needs to fully
understand her self-worth as she journeys to womanhood. Either way, he was
wrong, and no one should be okay with his behavior.
Words are my superpower. Point of view is my kryptonite.
At the beginning of his quest for the presidency, Donald
Trump stated he could walk down 5th Avenue and shoot someone, and no
one would care. A lot has happened since then that would seem to validate that
statement. I can’t help but wonder what, if anything, would make the GOP pull
their support of this one man and refocus on the needs of their constituents
and the American people? Or are they, as an entire entity of political power
determined to go down in flames if he leads them straight to hell?
My cognitive empathy has become a liability. I cry at
commercials. Life can become overwhelming too quickly. My emotional empathy is
on overload, fueling somatic empathy that has my entire body reeling. To shut
it down, I need to shut it off. If I shut off my emotions, I can’t write. And I
need to write. I feel like I’m caught between the proverbial rock and a hard
Old people are determined to take their dirt to their
graves. The deeds done in their youth could potentially come back to haunt
generations that follow behind them. But I get it. I’ve done some things I pray
daily will never see the light of day. And I hope if it ever does, I’m long
gone, and my descendants can forgive me. There’s a story here. Maybe, one day,
I’ll let myself write it. Then again, maybe I already have?