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This ‘Ol Man & D.V. aka Domestic Violence

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags on September 19, 2014 by ichas8440 Knight he wasn’t but. His name was Lance.  “YoungStar” coming hard hot and ready.  Couldn’t tell him nothing because.  He was of the Gen. who knew everything.  Introduce “Cale” short for Caledonia.  Sophisticated, therefore experienced.  Record indicated she had five successful “kills” and had never applied for Sniper School.  A body that wouldn’t quit and a vocab. that made men somehow submit.  Oh, me…  This was why Lance wanted to know why I wasn’t moved by her very presence.

Those “Kills” mentioned, Ex. Spouses, Ex. Lovers, Ex “some bodies” who came into her life, assumed she was right, engaged, over time morphed.  Presented something she didn’t agree with placing her in a negative mode of contemplation, and.  None of which ever attained the elemental qualifications for submission to prosecute so.  She walked.  Yes, Cale was on the opposite end of the spectrum defining Domestic Violence or.  As I say, “D.V.”.

Most won’t even consider the number of females who are “The Perpetrators”.  Bring it up and you’ve just placed an unwanted spotlight on the 800 pounds of madness occupying the recessive minds of the masses.  No one, not one wants to recognize, talk or even consider this stat.  Cale went un-opposed in society because she had beauty, seemed very civil, all the stock she needed to keep applying her trade.  It was obvious why when He or She set eyes on Cale the attraction was…  Captivating, most definitely.  From where I’ve decided to observe which is from the perspective of, “This ’Ol Man”.  The One who hasn’t forgotten the lessons learned with the recital of Nursery Rhymes from Back-In-The-Day. Clever phrases, sometimes riddles in time but.  Knowledge still ringing true today.  “Nic Nac Paddy Whack” for those who remember, and.  I kept rollin’ on as it says in one of the verses of This ‘Ol Man.

Life, it’s about livin’, learnin’, and not makin’ the same mistakes over and over again.  Once Upon A Time it may have been the culture to “whoop ‘dat ass” but.  Progress on an intellectual tip is now, Trump.  Before things even unfold, most today have an idea about what’s going on or at the very least, the probabilities of what may happen.  And yes, some are so caught-up in the illusions of life they won’t even think about the frailties existing within another.  Especially if the other is an object of desire.

Because of the media’s present focus on D.V. as it develops within the Sports Industry everyone is engaged in private dialogue pertaining to the same.  Is this going to change anything?  Nope.  More will take advantage of the Hotline Call Centers and some will evaluate their present situation and rush to the Shelters, but.  Overall change…  Individuals aren’t having it because way too much fun is goin’ on, therefore.  Society isn’t too concerned either.  Too many cultures mixing and matching personal attitudes that don’t mesh.  Culture beliefs are structured and founded on traditional values.  What’s going on right about now is that values, morals are used as stop-gap measures.  Things incorporated only if and when what has been engaged in turns sour.  There’s so many different views and explanations pertaining to what is D.V., that it’s beyond one stop shopping for resolve.  Politicians create legislation only when its financially feasible and or public demand threatens their very political office.  Activists only want change that reflects their positions.  And as the world turns, it is pondered and always secretly; “How many agencies involved actually provide preventive care once the judicial and structural intervention programs regarding separation of  Vics and or Perps occurs”.  Real talk, a resounding small percentage.

Yes, life goes on.  It’s a personal endeavor if an Aftercare Support Group is sought of which…  Those actually identify keep preaching the status quo known as “Keep Hatin” to all those who cross over their sanctified threshold.

When I was really Roguish I’d relish the encounter with anyone who was a proponent for the victims of D.V..  Why?  Because they wanted just what they said they didn’t want.  They wanted inclusion into what they assumed was the exciting life, ‘til.  They didn’t even open their eyes until they were deep into a relationship built on illusions.  Oh yes, paint a picture, allow it to be viewed and many will line up to buy.  Metaphor?  So what, it’s real.  If I had “ducats”, (money) for those who spent time with me on an intimate level and once they found out I had no sustainable interest in them, I’d be close to a wealthier existence.  Only after this reality was pushed by me, did I become the…  800 LB’s of madness.  Prior to that, I was… Said to be different.  Despite  having shared my most deepest, darkest nightmares to them they still loudly voiced.  “We’re gonna make this our personal journey and I’m gonna see you through this “journey” with me right here on your side.”  Already in their eyes I had risen above the sickness that once engulfed me with no further thought given to what I said.

Oh yes I did…  I was “that G”.  As long as I continued to be the object of carnal delights, appearing as I arrived in the attire screamin’ success.  Smiling at the opportune times completing the photo-opps and under cover selfies confirming the closeness “we” sustained…  It was all good.  I had reformed and they stood in testament to this.

Bad me? Bad you for believing your life is so much different than those who take the position professing to know what others need to know in order to eliminate what is bad for them.  Jews date African Americans until it’s time to “go back”.  Back into their sanctified lives where D.V. is said to seldom occur.  The transgressor who…  Crossed the line and now tell all about involvement in D.V. land and now.  Gloriously profess to have found the topic something they know personally.  They are back, wanting, begging for re-acceptance into that which they truly are.  And I’m the Bad One…

Mexicans dislike El Salvadorians who can’t stand the Belizeans and none will admit they mingle and don’t give a damn if they aren’t single.  But when the relationship is no longer in Vogue, they blast to the world, “I’ve been the silent victim of D.V. will everybody listen while I rescue myself on the way to more financial success”. Mixing and matching.  Escaping with the knowledge of one culture, blending into that of another and foolishly thinking it’s gonna be different because.  Because you think life is so much different on the other side.

Jumping from sub-sets within the topic of discussion, landing on aspects of D.V. that haven’t given you any satisfaction as to how to deal with D.V..  “The nerve of me.”  Yes the nerve, and this is by design.  You just don’t wanna expand your mind, marinate on what is already “In the pot” so to speak.  Right, with all the “secret” discussions held behind closed doors where those collective voices won’t say what it is, how in the hell is anyone ‘pose to get passed the conversation and move deep into applicable solutions to prevent some of this violence?  Right, the results of subtle inferences to the symptoms while avoiding the causes of this societal malady is what keeps the convo going and no real changes to the problems existing.

Lance didn’t say but alluded to the possibility of fear being all up in me as the reasons for my refusal to engage with what Cale put out there.  This was erroneous not erogenous and that’s what I’m about.  Seeing what is, refusing to color coordinate for the benefit of inclusion and accepting what colors are added personally by the One presenting the option.  Something else, Lance was looking for a “nut” in the present day vernacular where as he… Had no understanding of what type of packaging made up the likes of Cale.  Was she a bad person?  No.  Was she dangerous?  When options are exhausted with regard to understanding One’s confusion when dealing with another who isn’t “cooperating” in the way “One” demands, and.  That person resorts to violence, what’s more dangerous than that?  Cale was of the D.V. to which nobody wants to acknowledge and. D.V. is within every culture known to man and kind.

D.V. as stated doesn’t discriminate. Class, ethnicity, Race, economics, all is welcomed.  Nothing prevents it from rearing its head, yet society doesn’t even recognize those such as Cale and ultimately extends the Cales’ of the world a pass.  This mentality in protection towards the female doesn’t help the society at large.  Am I being discriminatory by how I’ve stepped into this global discussion on D.V.?  Hummm, let me think.  My answer, wait on it!

The “nut” Lance was seeking and I referred to, relates to orgasm.  That level of danger isn’t where I wanna end up at the conclusion of any carnal experience.  Cale is calculating, voluptuous, erotically intoxicating, cunning like nobody could or would anticipate.  Few wanna see this because, very few intend to perform an examination on the various levels which D.V. reveals itself.  Cunningess is a methodology of any predators position.  Lance is “young” but that doesn’t necessitate he has to conclude the “dumb” part of this tired ass expression.  Cale knew damn well what her end game was to be because she’d executed it at least 5 times successfully before, and…  “Quiet as kept” she had probably committed more.  What she hadn’t acquired were the personal skill-sets and observational abilities to develop another way to address her violent out-burst.

There’s Camps set-up, designed and only capable of articulating to one or the other aspects of D.V..  Proponents are good and everybody should decide which side they’re gonna be on.  Still, to actually understand, identify the possibly solutions towards addressing this matter, be it to those who are The Vic.  To those who are The Perp..  To those whose real interest is only to generate income while keeping the separation cycle intake need to say what it is and stop assuming theirs is the only way.  It like religious types saying “If you’re not Christian you can forget about going to heaven”.  Or those who say, “You’re an infidel if you don’t practice and support Islam”.

Cale was in serious distress. Conflicted beyond simple reasoning.  Unless you’re void of empathy you cannot living within a functioning social order, kill and keep killing while acting like it doesn’t impact you.  Same is said for those such as Lance.  A YoungStar who is lead by “His Second Head” to which, if he doesn’t stand and deal with this Marauder of masculinity, he will…  Eventually fall to the intrusion despite of the momentarily pleasures explored.

Who has all the answers? Get real, definitely not I.  I will only address that which I know.  Still the Avenues are out there.  Seek based on what ‘cha wanna know and you shall find.  Look, based on what others have told you you may need to know and you will find also.  The difference will be in attainment, application and understanding of the overall effect on man and kind.  Today everybody is seeking a leader when few of those leading possessing leadership skills.  To lead you’ve gotta be willing to follow.  I could have taken what Lance presented, allowed my Second Head to take command and follow like being on the hunt just as he was.  But, I’d be like everybody else, not willing to stand and be accounted for.  I will not ever have a “Dog in the fight”. However, I will look at the dogs fighting and see what they do. If that’s what the dog does and it doesn’t infringe on me. Well, don’t take this outta context but, I’m cool with the dog being a dog.  I won’t support the dogs fighting but I understand the reasons for the fight and also know why there’s so many in participation.  Making up the viewing audience, occasionally saying something they assume is relevant.  Same with being able to see what a YoungStar is dealing with and not worried if the YoungStar likes me after what I have to say is said, of which…  Is very relevant.

‘Ol Man, Sophisticated Lady as the phrase to replace Mature Woman because.  That’s what’s politically correct right about now, but.  Doesn’t change what or whom the conversation has used as the focal points.  No reference to the individuals as much as the cultures.  That’s what creates what is!  D.V. isn’t a subject to be considered lightly.  The far-reaching effects are devastating beyond the wildest imaginations.  Chivalry isn’t dead. Just wait ‘til you find yourself on the opposite end of a dangerous situation and you can’t get outta if.  Watch then how quickly you seek the help of… Anyone who even appears with the remotest possibility of offering; assistance.  My assistance to Lance, that to Cale, and yes, I did eventually engage and those suggestions where just that. Suggestions. There’s multiply sides to every situation.  When addressing one, know that what is brought to you is based on.  The One stepping into your mist decides to open up about.  They have an agenda. Clear to them and vague to you, that is. Until they provide the color components and you take it from there.

Psssss; What for!  Despite those “for” the other side who line up “against” will forcefully usher in more Drama and the point…  Can become diluted.  Nothin’ about what I do will be subjected to the “Watered Down” version.  Life, again is about livin’.  I’m busy doin’ just as much because eventually I’m gonna “ascend” again, and all this will be serialized, pre-quelled by the next crew who discovers what has already been served while swearing they’ve found something new.


“G versus G”

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags , , on February 24, 2012 by ichas8440

Give me my Rum in a tall glass, cut it with a couple splashes of P.P. .  “Nasty, you are just nasty.”  P.P as in pure peach nectar, nothin’ else!  Drop three cubes of ice for the chill and…  Hold the umbrella.

While I slowly sip this exotic concoction I want to hear music, preferably smooth jazz, but…  If the DJ has his heart set on the receding R&B I heard when I stepped through the string bead doors, I’m cool with that too.  As for the lighting.  Oh yeah, though I missed the  flickering strobe thing, blinking in time with the music.  Not a chance, in fact, a nice accompaniment so…  If you will, keep it going, just dim the security lights, seems somewhat intimidating to those wishing to blend in with the shadows.

Club life, Bar activity, take all kinds to make the mix enjoyable.  Especially when you understand the blend.

Many blogs ago I touched on the Chris Brown, Rihanna thing.  My hope was to bring another light to the causes and effects of D.V. (domestic violence).  Some got it, others didn’t.  Now, because of these two celebs putting in work and…  It makes no difference if this union was forged based on personal or professional reasons.  Just the fact of ’em getting together has created another psychological rotation expressing collective disdain everywhere you turn.  Why I ask?  Because of another’s choices.  The real; whose life is all this affecting anyway?

The commercial promoting Dos Equis the beer company and their spokesman who happens to be “The Most Interesting Man In The World” is very revealing.  That is from a contextual point.  “MIM” remaining true to his DNA tells you out front he lives “vicariously“.  With a simple inclusion of an adverb, he’s defines his intent leaving no doubt about who he is, but.  Was anybody paying attention?

A beast in a biological form is usually the results of ‘ucked-up genes that high-jacked the creation process, becoming supreme while doing what they do.  Basically these suppressed ones have established their presence based on the regressive traits as they jump completely over the depress mode becoming, primary building blocks of the life to be.  Fully integrated in their move towards becoming He or She, but…  When that form dominates, becoming totally aggressive while committing an act of D.V as they masquerade as someone civil, everyone suddenly has an opinion.  My question is, how can those who are merely living “vicariously” through the lives of their chosen celebs, have the audacity to even come-up with this opinionated stuff?  Their words, circulating throughout the land like a virus, are straight “cocka”!  I say this because most who “run an tell it” aren’t even aware of the many triggers causing one to react violently, nor are these types conscious to the point of understanding what happens when “blending the mix” occurs.

I have a son who says he’s Blanish.  One of his sisters doesn’t have a clue of who or what she is.  Before them, when I stepped to their Moms, she was living in an  upscale locale within The Valley, socialized with those in Hollywood, but came from intellectual types.  Place of origin; Asuncion Paraguay.  “Damn, how did you get with her producing one whose Blanish and another who doesn’t know what she is?  And what is Blanish?

Blanish is a recently established racial blend.  A mix that hasn’t hit the international nationality defining pool so unless you’re in the geo-rotation, you wouldn’t know.  As for how I got with the mother, consider those genes who high-jacked the creation process.  They arose based on position, opportunity and straight-out luck.  Much like most living entities including yours truly.  Still, I cannot leave it like that as you won’t fully appreciate how I’ve come to arrive at what I’m sharing, so let me break it down a ‘lil further for you all.

My children’s Moms was from one side of the world.  I guess her FAM wasn’t feelin’ it.  Migrated to another spot on the planet, having no intention of their off-spring running into anyone such as yours truly.  And…  As for me…  Genetically speaking, ascended from those kidnapped from their homeland.  A people deposited on shores separated from the original shores by an ocean and…  The point of drop-off  just happened to have been stolen from its original inhabitants, and…  Oh yeah, humans, they come, they see, they want and move forward with all intent of  conquering.  No matter the odds.

The mother of mines being blessed with a physical presence many women only dream about, kicked up the stimulator factor to the fifth degree where I was concerned.  Based on her beauty, I had no desire to stop, re-position or consider the long range possibilities of our culture differences.  Like something out of Wild Russia our exotic blends mesmerized.  Resistance on either of our parts would have been futile.  Our individual cultural differences inspired us to, take on the rolls of Adam and Eve.  We indulged in the juices we had always heard about but were also forbidden to partake in.  Oh, we had standards but they came from our various cultural backgrounds so the typical Laws Of Attraction didn’t apply.  It was a result of those same culture differences as to why we compromised our innate values.  She nor I understood how one was ‘pose to act or re-act given the perception of pressure once intimately involved.  Something which happens in all cultures but never actually get discussed.

What is being said as a result of all this D.V. is redundant.  Confused minds adding to an already confusing public state of denial.  Word is, man should not become physically violent with woman.  Woman should not emotionally or psychologically attack man, but.  All cultures do it, hide after the fact while publicly and privately expressing a true desire never to enter that state of being again.  Real Talk, even with all the positive schools of thought on this issue, society is still divided when it comes to this particular matter.  Seldom does He or She adapt ways in which prevention of the same is maintain.  Can it happen?  Is there a way to stop the violence?  Only if and when the violence has been deemed damaging to all concerned.

I had a woman who happened to let her mouth over-load her ass.  The attack was administered at the hands of another woman.  My woman begged me to…  Well her words went something like this, “Do what cha gotta do just  get this girl off of me“.  How was this to be interrupted?  I knew what she said and clearly understood the full range of her meanings.  Oh, don’t get it twisted, I wasn’t about to leave her out there as she got that ass tapped.  Obliging, I lifted “Ms. Thang “off of my “Motor Mouth”.  Huge mistake because when out of the other woman’s grasp hesitation wasn’t in her mind.  She leaped with a blinding speed, in fact I almost missed it but in grabbing my arm to steady her spin, I couldn’t help but feel the pain.  Now, behind me the verbal barrage erupted for a second time.  Every word from that point on was all about having me commit a violent act against this woman.  My once demur woman was all about.  “Shot that bitch.  Oh yeah, now bitch my man is gonna kill you.”  Failing to do as she commanded placed me on the receiving end.  I was now the target with my prescription being a full dose of her verbal abuse.  My woman had flipped, manifested a side of her I didn’t know existed.

Driving away from the scene of her “beat down”, the eruption magnified.  “Oh, I’m through with you.  All that shit I heard about you, tough guy hun.  Back your woman at all cost.  Yeah, nothin’ but words, a lot of neighborhood drama.  You know, you  ain’t shit.  What was that all about, were  you afraid to shot that bitch?  Don’t even answer that cause I don’t wanna hear your excuses.

First allow me to say, the above story, the one about the trifflin’ female, she and I weren’t even from the same geo-locale.  I hadn’t even spoken a word to her when our eyes initially met.  The attraction was based on the Porsche’.  A car that didn’t establish my mind-set as much as it told her I may have means and then she was hell bent of showing me just how mean she actually was.

Flip the script, moving to another section of all this and…  My Ex. nor Ms. Loud Mouth had any clue of my means or ways because they really hadn’t taken any time to get to know me!  Guess what?  In this melodrama I’m just as guilty as them because I hadn’t read the script either.  Ad lib was in full force despite who was playing the part.  We all were in a rush and to get to what?

When I came up my Pops wasn’t one to put hands on my Moms.  This isn’t to say D.V. wasn’t prevalent in the community.  Outside the house I saw much.  We learn within the house but what is learned many times isn’t practiced once entering the exterior world.  As for those of you who say, “morals”, save it.  Tell me about morals when you’ve reached your last station of emotional solace and have resorted to, “beatin’ that ass”.  Those who come with discipline I say great deflection and that’s all it is.  A move to prolong and avoid what is!  The reality, cultural is relative to emotional, social and psychological dispositions, especially when interacting with one or the other sex.  What separates the beast from the brave.  Brave as in being able to rise above the accepted madness and do you minus the physical damage easily deliver to the choice of your desire, is…

Whoa, this is not a big step but a huge transition in thought so put down the drink, set the weed back in the tray and listen this way. 

Being of higher intellect humans are ‘pose to have evolved.  If this be the case there’s something else to know.  She is built to push, pull, instigate, invisibly navigate, even biologically pro-create.  But…  She nor He is trying to be on the receiving end of any form of an assault.  No matter the culture spawning the person, people need to be allowed to change.  More so when our perceptions of our lives is based on the “blends mixed”.  Diversification is good but swagger needs to become less explosive and definitely not so re-active because it ain’t goin’ your way.  An evaluation of self and kind needs to happen before and not after or you can bet you’ll get caught-up.

As for those who swear people displaying tendencies a la Chris Brown cannot, will not changed.  You’re need to look in the mirror.  Those who say Rihanna comes from a trifflin’ background, you take a glance at yourself too.  Time allows for growth.  Experiences usher in a moment in which one should think about where they’ve been.  How they’ve sustained and how they will maintain.  B.S. is a staple of those coming from “the peanut gallery”, (see gossiping fools).  Cluck-heads given an audience only creates more turmoil for those who have chosen to exercise an option towards productive resolve.

Within my life I like to see my glass as half full, not ever half empty.  Perception isn’t just an opinion.  It establishes a much smoother way towards understand your reality.

Psssss; G versus G, it’s all about the journey.  Viewing the voyage as an opportunity for  discovery in understanding all the aspect making up “YOU”.  Moving while avoiding traps set throughout society by those comprising the emotional side show.  And…  At the end of the day you have grown based on what ‘cha acquired along your journey.  Knowing you have tendencies that will, at times sprout and move you to wanna just take off on another, but…  It’s not really you, it’s that vicarious lifestyle you think you wanna lead.

Don’t, Just Don’t

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags , , , , on October 10, 2011 by ichas8440

Her head snapped back as if something unseen had just…  Awakened within the same dimension she occupied with the only purpose being to test her craniums’ structural soundness.

He”, a wounded predator exhausted after a quick bout with an un-cooperative prey, huffed & puffed, swaying his arms in an attempt to further the intimidation.  Eyes squinting then…  Spots me.  Without any confirmation I had been elected as the sole somebody threatening his domain.  Emotions continuing to escalate, finally taking full control.  He inhales expanding his image and strikes.  Words fueled by fire erupt from his mouth and all I hear is, “You want some of this, oh ya, I got ‘cha, bring yo ass on over here if you want”.

I stare directly through him recognizing he had no idea.  Some do submission well, I…  Don’t.  My failure to break off the eye contact moved him to calculate, as he did, it was evident.  He was obsessed in rising to another level of ferociousness.  Our eyes like magnets held steady leading him to believe I was transfixed by his look.  Inspiration filled his psyche’, a stronger sense of superiority engulfed him and…  Dummy kept runnin his mouth.  “Bring the noise mutha’ fucka cause you have no way of knowin’ the ways I’ll kick yo ass.  Beat ‘cha down like she’d been beat down”.

A scenario so you say.  Something taking place while one is seated, popcorn in hand, slurping on a coke, excited by the thrills personified on the silver screen with the audible magnification adding to the controls of one’s mind.

Well, dismiss the coke from your thought patterns and get ready for the real.  “Life 101”, brought to you by everyday somebody, presented in vivid color for anyone’s viewing pleasure.  The signs will always be there, all you’ve gotta do is “dial it down” see the visual for what it is and read ‘em.  Now back to the scenario.

He barked and I didn’t bite.  “She”…  Oh yeah, took the bait and ran with it.  Eyes over-flowing with tears adding to her looks of desperation, emotionally crying out for anybody…  Somebody…  To step up even if they weren’t ready, just…  Be that man and become her protector.  Mount a strategic strike; slay this fool and in the process allow her the opp. to vanish into the night.  Big miscalculation on her part; I wasn’t the one.

Ok, scream out foul.  Tell me how soft I sound.  Explain to me how it is my duty to maintain the code of chivalry, running to the immediate aide of this woman.  Demand that I redeem myself and portray that person I’ve declared myself to be.  One point missed; this isn’t the movies.

People come in every fashion and form.  FOLK have stepped to me with disdain in their eyes all the while attempting to discredit me.  They’ve come with questions cloaked in their chit-chat, seeking explanations regarding…  For one, my logo.  Demands have been pushed wanting clarification as to why am “I” so focused on “Me”.

Like I say, “ICHAS”!  The “I”, appearing singular of source maybe there simply to serve as a reminder.  A way to notify “me the remindee” not to ever forget where I’ve been.  Right, all those stops which have become defining who I am while I re-claim “Me”!

Oh yeah, people love to recreate themselves but it is during this “re-design” that the original design which was probably the best design, somehow was misplaced in the designers mine.  Resulting in a new design that cracks over time.  So, with this in mind flip the script, remove the “CHAS” slip in whatever your name may be and…  Wa la, it’s now reflective of “he, she, whomever you want it to be”.

Like the scenario graphically illustrates, people become their own worst enemy.  The fool claiming to know me, offering to kick my ass, didn’t realize.  I wasn’t a spectator.  Ok, maybe I watched his activities a ‘lil too long, but hey.  The performance was live, live activities are meant to be watched.  Besides, people, such as “King Ass Kicker” would be better off helping a Bear if they saw a Bear in a fight with something of a human element like me.  Running into any situation is a stupid move as you never know what another may be packin’.  You know the ‘ol saying, “you brought a knife to a gunfight”.  My point…

Don’t judge any book by the jacket.  A jacket to a book is there to protect the cover with the smart ones who’ve designed the book are fully aware of the secondary considerations.  Using the cover as another medium for visual advertisement, and it’s those you don’t prepare for who surprise you.  Many times what appears on the outside has very little to do with what’s contained within.

Was this damsel in distress?  I don’t know, you tell me.  A damsel is a term coming from a time way back when.  Its meaning is applied to a young unmarried woman and if this be the case, it still wasn’t my call to mount a rescue.  My recall clearly recollects her words as being just as inflammatory as his!  Her posture, straight up war-like, if I had to gauge any of her intensions based on her micro-expression, I’d have to say she was battle tested and as ready as him.  It was also obvious that she’d been in this situation before and had more than enough date to know it had been way too long since all this…  Togetherness for her not to know she couldn’t change him.  Which all point to this; under the circumstances if you step to one you are combating two.

Many times He&She are together as a result of following all this chemistry that put each of ‘em in the others eyes, but.  They weren’t knowin’!  Wouldn’t accept while recognizing both had plotted way before either of them ever actually met.  And…  When they did make that connection ‘nar one of ‘em had any thought of breaking from the mold and come with the truth regarding personal motivates.

Something I hear all the time is; “You don’t know what it’s like”.  Another phrase many assume goes something like this.  “You ain’t from my hood so don’t act like you know what I’m dealin’ with”.  Something I don’t hear but see just as well are those flamin’ eyes and usually when I do, I think of a chicken who’s ran into a fox while strollin’ in its own barn yard.

Pardon me for being born but…  I don’t know what you’re dealing with and I may not know what your life has been like.  What I do know is; you…  Have no idea where I’ve been and “I” do know “you” ain’t even tryin’ to sneak a glimpse of what’s in my mind based on where my life has carried me!

For those really trying to find out, ass kicking requires skills.  A set of techniques deployed so precisely the “kicker” maintains a superior position as they commence to kickin’ another’s ass.  But…  One thing I know that most ass kickers haven’t ascended to is that once an ass has been kicked, it doesn’t necessarily mean that that ass will stay down.  Ah ha, didn’t think about that now did ‘ya?  Don’t feel alone, most ass kickers don’t either.

There’s another phrase in modern day lexicon deployed by those “radiant ones” who are constantly being challenged as they walk this life and it goes something like this.  “If you want some ass to kick I’ll oblige ya”.

How stupid is that!  I for one am not about to run around putting my foot up someone’s behind.  Yes, it is only obvious what comes out of it.  My point…

Battling in today’s time is so brutal most don’t really know what is actually required for superiority in such a confrontation let alone maintain the posture needed after the fact that you’ve assumed a win from.  Another of those “ah ha moments” no!

Where I’ve been has taught me that when you battle it isn’t to stall a damn thing off.  You battle to win and win then!  You don’t battle to play for position so that if the other party raises on you a day later, you can relapse, falling quickly back into your mentally superior position.  Visually claiming victory in hopes that the other defeated one will remember how you successfully kick their butt previously, and…  Refuse to fight any harder or different than the last time you artificially dispatched them.  “What is he saying”; this.

My scenarios such as what you’ve enjoyed; are real.  The names didn’t have to be changed to protect the innocence because you know the scene, probably have either played the part or are close to someone who’s acted it out for your delight.  What is not obvious here is that we all have choices.  I’ve made mine based on what I’ve been exposed to.  You don’t know me anymore than you know “others”.  What you should know is I have risen from the ashes.  “I sorta’ like that, so…  Historical that is.  Rising from the ashes like the great Phoenix, becoming bigger than you’ve ever been.”

Ending credits goes something like this.  “Claim yourself”.  Own-up to who you are and recognize where you’ve been.  Draw from that.  Character isn’t something found in a bottle it’s something that rises out of what has been down!

Psssss; “OMG, is that all there is?  You are leaving us hanging like this?  You should have saved her.”  Hey, hey hey, I don’t mind you doing my post script but…  Do I tell you how to do your job!  I have kicked ass.  Beat down others like those stole something and…  Satisfaction never came ‘til realizing it was a beat down primarily extended because I was miserable at myself, and…  Those foolish enough to cross paths during an actual ass kicking and jump into such a beat down not knowin’ the facts are inviting problems into their own lives.  Besides, everyone has some type of personal communications device  tucked in side their clothing and…  Like I said, this is what I do!  She knew that fools capabilities.  She saw that he was tickin’ like a time bomb and movin’ closer to that point of explosiveness.  Then again there’s another side to consider.  I could have engaged the “Ass Kicker” but…  I am not into playing the victim’s role.  With all the turmoil existing in society, the economy roller-coasting like it is, all my own personal demons would have seen this occasion as an invite.  I wouldn’t have stopped at a simple “bitch slap” to bring him down from his false bravado.  The personal invitation alone would have inspired me to the point of finally relishing the opportunity in releasing all that pent-up frustration and…  See what’ cha started.  Pulled me right into your alternate endings, just the like movie you wanted this to be.  I should have known.  This is my scenario, create your own as in…  “I” followed by “Chas”.  Oh how I love this life…