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Hello my fellow Politiores Troglodytes. This Blog is a collection of Posts, Poems, & Short Stories that I write on a daily basis. If you find it entertaining, informative, and controversial, then I have done my job properly. Thank goodness too, because Karma has been on my case of late. I'm supposed to bring fifty people into the fold or I'll have to give back the part of Einstein's brain I inherited. No, I'm not one of the Scientists who got a piece of his brain when he died. Karma said, "Eat this knowledge. It'll make you smarter!" The bargain I made with Karma was, if I could change fifty people into Politiores Populos, I would be rewarded with my very own Lamborghini. So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Like what you're reading, then read on. P.S. Populo is Latin for people. Politiores is Latin for educated. Troglodytes is English for troglodytes. And Einstein's brain was stolen by Thomas Stoltz Harvey after his death in 1955 and eventually divvied up into 240 pieces. If you just read that last sentence, then you have just learned something and I'm just that much closer to fulfilling my commitment to Karma!

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

My Children's Future

When you are old enough to have
Children,
like it
or not,
we are judged on how well we do raising them.
We are judged by their friends parents,
by their friends,
by school teachers,
and by neighbors.
Your older
Children
will be critical of how you raise the younger ones.
The worst critic though,
will always be yourself.
No matter how much you read on the subject,
take classes on how to raise them,
or ask the advice of family
and friends,
who have gone through it before you,
each child has a distinctive personality of their own.
And what might have worked for one child,
does not work for another.
My oldest,
can't hold a job for the life of him
and his family.
But I still love him.
My second oldest turned his life around so much,
after we gave him a stint of hard love,
that I am very proud that he calls me
Dad
today.
My eldest
and second oldest daughters are the little sweethearts of the family.
My siblings
and my father think they are the bee's knees,
by having a good head on their shoulder's.
I am often told that they are doing a wonderful job of raising a family of their own,
and keeping me alive in the process.
I have three others who still need time before they begin a family.
Yet,
there is always the one who protests your every decision.
The one who says,
"It's my life and I can do what I want with it."
Like I did when I was his age.
I was the one growing up who protested the system.
Literally.
I was a young hippie who thought we would change the
World,
before becoming a punk-rocker when I saw that hippies were becoming  yuppies.
What's my point?
I don't know if I have one.
All I can say is,
do the best you can
and be satisfied with that.
 I gave this to my
Father
when I was twenty-five years old.

This is,
Always Worried For My Children's Future
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Children must be taught how to think, not what to think.”
- Margaret Mead -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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