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I get in these moods… I don’t give a shit about all 47 projects I have going on. I don’t care about anything much – consistently over time… just the biggies.

There are a few of them…

My daughter, son, wife, family back in the USA, and this pure-shit experience somebody named, “life”.

The way the game of life has been setup on this planet is the source of never-ending frustration for me. My own life isn’t bad really. I don’t think there’s one among you reading this that would say I had it bad in any way. I have my health, mental faculties, we’re in a good place financially, I could quit doing everything for a couple years and we’d still be fine.

No, the frustration isn’t with my life. It’s what I see happening for so many other people… maybe even you.

On a daily basis – my life is usually smooth sailing. I am just quite fucking lucky that I’m on an upswing I guess. My life has resembled a SINE wave, but usually I’m on the upswing. In fact, I’ll graph my life in curved line form and show you what I think my life has looked like.

[Ok, no I won't... Google Documents has a "drawing" feature that absolutely sucks. I'm done with that after 15 minutes of fooking around and I have nothing to show for it. This is also why tablet computers aren't good for shit at the moment. I could go find a piece of paper and marker... draw the graph... find my camera... shoot a photo of the paper... upload it to my computer... edit it... upload it to my site, and link to it - all MUCH faster and with much better result than using Google's "drawing" POS.]

Anyway.

My life…

Without going into what the low-points were – some of the highlights were things like…

• gaining the ability to communicate with others through speech
• getting a girlfriend in high school
• graduating high school
• dropping Christianity and studying many other religions
• then coming to realization that this is it… I am as god as it gets
• marriage
• another marriage
• meditation experiences
• a son
• another marriage
• finding my current long-term partner, and having a wonderful daughter

That’s where we are today.

In general I’m on a massive upswing – and it has lasted most of my adult life. The positives in my life have far outweighed the negatives when compared to other people’s lives. I’ve been lucky as hell in many areas of life… in fact, at any given time there are numerous and multi-colored daisies and daffodils sprouting gingerly from my silly ass.

The problem is, that I feel others’ misfortunes far more than anyone else I know. Though my life is pretty much all pink fucking roses, and has been for the last 7 years especially, I feel the pain of others like it was my own.

I’m not talking about just people that I know having problems. I’m talking about ANYBODY I see with problems.

Problems like…

• someone missing an arm
• someone missing an eye
• someone missing a leg – frequent problem here in Thailand where motorbike crashes are common
• kids with Down’s syndrome and other genetic issues
• kids with fetal alcohol syndrome and other maladies caused by parental fuckups
• people with giant black / brown patches all over the side or front of their face
• people that are alcoholics, gamblers, or otherwise addicted to something else they can’t get rid of
• piss poor people that have kids that are running around without pants because parents can’t afford pampers and can’t be bothered with cleaning their clothes every time they defecate in them
• piss poor people living in huts with see-through gaps in walls
• piss poor people breaking their fucking backs to pull rice or some other crop in the 95 degree heat of southern Thailand
• piss poor girls working in the sex-tourist areas so they can make 3-20 times what they would in 7-11

What really, really gets me and rips my ass through my nose?

Seeing a kid that I know is going to grow up in a bad situation – because his parents were either dealt a shit hand by their parents, god, or possibly created a shit hand for themselves which they are powerless to change – and so they hand it off for their kids to experience as well.

Anything you can think of that rips your ass through YOUR nose?

(video below)

You know what? This world is only going to be as good for kids as the adults make it. With fucknuts like this – putting little Thailand school girls in a boxing ring to fight against each other – it’s like handing them a ticket straight to a life of hell.

“Here kids, want to see what the world is all about when adults can’t figure out anything better to do? Yeah, we’ll put your ass in the boxing ring and call it entertainment for all us clowns, and we’ll tell you you’re learning about life’s hard knocks.”

Fucking nuts… you know, there are adults with their heads up their ass, and then there are other adults that put their heads up their own ass and then roll up inside someone else’s ass as well. That’s on par with the level of ridiculousness I see here. Pure idiocy and a complete lack of caring about the social welfare of kids that are being brainwashed with the idea that, and will come to believe that, fighting is a normal child and adult activity.

Know how many teen or adult girls I know fighting Muay Thai in Thailand?

None.

Know how many adult women I know fighting Muay Thai?

None.

Know how many girls I ever saw fight together in Thailand?

Maybe 5 different fights – in bars, in Pattaya and Patong Beach. Bargirls fight – regular Thai girls – don’t.

What is going to happen as 7 year old girls grow up? Made to fight their whole lives? They hit 15-16 and then what? At 18, they graduate school – and then what? Maybe their parents will have pushed them to go all the way with it. Maybe the parents have never achieved what they want – so they push the kid to do something to be a superstar in their country.

The conversation might go something like this…

“Listen Bambi, get in the ring and knock that boy out so we can show Thailand that we’ve got something here… wait no, EVEN BETTER honey, let’s show THE WORLD that we are the best at something…”

Why daddy?

“Why? Because I haven’t accomplished fuckall with my life and now I’m going to give you a this amazing chance to pull my dumbass out of the gutter. That’s why honey! Now go knock the hell out of that kid, just like I told you.”

“I will daddy, but I’m not having fun anymore…” she says.

“Yeah, but look at this big boxing ring full of adult losers – we’re all having a blast!”

“OK, daddy.”

Things like this can happen when you are born to a family that puts pride in front of the welfare of even your own children. It can also happen when adults don’t know any fucking better. Some parents ruin the lives of kids that should have had the chance at a peaceful life with all the positive options on the table. Things like this sometime happen when dads are born with daughters and can’t deal with it, insisting on turning them into men. Things like this can happen when misfits suddenly become fathers.

You know when things like this happen most often? When one or both of the parents used to or presently engages in the activity – and then pushes it on their kids to take part as well. I’ve seen it with soccer coaches in the states. Running coaches. Football coaches. Academics. Doctors & dentists. Happens all over the world – right?

To me – I make a clear distinction between someone forcing a kid to study science… and someone forcing a kid to take part in Muay Thai training, AND worse yet – in all out fights without any protective gear except gloves. WTF?

I’m not saying forcing a kid to study science is right either – but, it’s clearly many levels of innocence below what these poor kids are suffering through.

I worked with kids in the states that were physically and sexually abused by degenerate dads, moms, uncles, and cousins. This is on par with that… psychological and physical torment at the hands of someone that is supposed to be loving them and taking care of them – giving them the best in life – not showing them the worst.

Kids as young as these two little girls fighting martial arts in front of an audience for adults’ enjoyment is a bit like throwing people to the lions in Rome. The audience is having a blast. The people in there with the lions are scared and don’t want to be there. You think either of these two girls, without brainwashing by some jackass that wants them to fight, would choose to fight each other and call it fun? Enjoyable? Do you think as they get older they’re going to really count this as one of life’s great pleasures? A well-worth-it life lesson?

Kids are under a psychological pressure to obey their parents. I’ve seen guys in their forties, smoking, follow young boys around on a motorbike as they run around town. All the way around town – about 10 kilometers. Why? To ensure they don’t slow down, or worse, take a break. He’s training them – like horses.

Similarly, these girls are being made to fight. Only adults can make up their mind to choose to fight or not. You can’t make up YOUR mind FOR a child. You cannot coerce a child into doing something that is dangerous and that scares the hell out of them, or you’re wrong in my opinion.

Martial arts training so she can protect herself as she gets older?

Sure, I’m all for that. Despite the fact that she’ll likely never have a physical fight with a classmate at school. She could very well have a tussle with her husband or boyfriend, and I’ve seen MANY examples of that in southeast Asia. Thing is – a girl doesn’t fight back during that – or she’ll really get beat up.

Is it right to make children fight other children in front of a group of cheering idiots for sport?

Exploitation of kids by adults – parents, trainers, anybody – is a sign of a sick person… a sick society… a sick world we live in.

What is the right age at which a child should be able to choose whether or not to get hit in the face?

I don’t know the answer. It isn’t 5. It isn’t 7. It isn’t 13. Maybe 15-16? And then, only without parents or other adults being influential in the decision.

I am pissed purple as I write this… when I’m angry I say things in the worst way I know how. Feel free to let your own opinion be known here – pro, or con.

This was a great TedTalks video, and I have to share it with you. Probably the best one I’ve seen. Simple. Meaningful. And, quite in line with the way I already live my life… but it was great to hear this guy say what was the most important thing in life. He was 100% convinced. I’ve always felt about it the same way.

The guy giving the talk was on a plane was crash landing. He realized that there was really one thing in life that mattered above all else.

3 Things I learned As My Plane Crashed

For me, the best thing I could do with my life – is to help my daughter (and whatever I can do with my son – who is living with his mom)… have a decent life. Teach them the things they need to get through life easier. Life can be torturous if you don’t have the right tools for the game. After many years I have the right tools. I just have to figure out a way to give them to her – in a way that she accepts… and that makes sense.

That’s the entire game of life… help your kids get through life. Help others get through life a little bit easier.

That’s it!

I think this is in China... could just as easily be Dallas, Texas.

Parents. Whether you’re employed or not – you have a JOB.

I worked with kids in a ‘respite’ program when I was attending the university for my counseling psychology graduate program. Over the period of a couple years five out of seven days a week I’d pick up an eight year old boy, Michael, from the projects in Tampa, Florida and take him to do something fun away from his dysfunctional home.

Michael had been sexually and physically abused by his prostitute mother’s boyfriend from age 3-6 yrs. But, that’s another story. While I was there in the poor housing projects I watched kids as young as three years old wandering around without any adult or older child guardian. I’d see them riding their BigWheels, tricycles, or wandering around naked through the filth, broken glass, used condoms…

One time I had just picked Michael up, we were driving toward the bridge that separated the projects from the city of Tampa. I saw a policeman had a woman pulled over for not having her child in a proper car seat in the car. Michael told me to pull over, apparently it was his aunt (mom’s sister), also a prostitute. I pulled over and got out to talk to them. His aunt “Jen” was almost hysterical that the cop could give her a ticket for what she saw as such a silly thing! She wanted me to argue with the police officer FOR her. Needless to say I loaded Michael in the car and drove off wondering why the fark Michael, a really great boy, had to grow up in such a dysfunctional environment.

What a life… and there were thousands of kids growing up like him. In the world – how many are there?

How many parents aren’t giving their kids the right attention – protection?

How many parents aren’t doing their jobs?

Here in Thailand almost daily I watch 20 month year old boy run down the alley in front of our rented duplex without his mother, father or anyone watching. He just sneaks right out of the house. There are 7 people living in that tiny apartment, 3 of them whores, and not one of them cares enough to know where that boy is at all times.

That’s unacceptable.

More than fifteen times me or my girlfriend has run outside to coax him back away from the main street where a couple thousand cars pass at 60 mph plus everyday. The boy’s dimwit father works around the corner – and the boy is going to see his dad at work.

There’s about a 10% chance he’s going to be hit by a car before he’s old enough to know any better. There isn’t any application to fill out before having a child. Pimps, prostitutes, crack whores and pedophiles can have children as legally as they can buy beer at 21.

WTF kind of system IS that?

Am I for applications for having kids? Hell yes. Completely for it. If someone would implement it we’d have a hell of a lot more parents that care more for their kids. You’ve gotta have your own shit together before you’re able to GIVE to a child. A child requires so much… are you giving everything you can? Is there ANY chance your child is riding his tricycle through traffic when you’re not looking?

Everyone now, at the same time, repeat after me…

“It’s a F A R K E D life!”