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Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Sandy Hook: What Can I Do?



What can you do about Sandy Hook?  That depends. Do you want to do something easy?...or something hard?

I keep hearing “We have to do something about the guns!”  I get it.  Nobody thinks giving guns to kids is a good thing.  Waiting periods for guns?  Fine.  A police check?  Fine.  Stricter laws against people who legally obtain the guns and put them in a position to be used by kids?  Great. 

You know what?  These are all lazy responses.  "You ‘lawmakers’ get out there and fix this for us."  We expect someone else to do the work.  We’ll just make the suggestions.  We must have been promoted to ‘management’ all of the sudden.  We have to stop expecting someone else to solve our issues.

You asked, “What can I do?”  Meaning YOU.  What can YOU do?

I keep asking myself the same question, over and over, “If guns have been around forever, and kids with issues have been around forever…why are kids killing other kids with guns?  And why primarily boys?”

Think about this.  When the Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma was blown up by Timothy McVeigh in 1995, 168 people died, including 19 children.  The bomb used was made with ingredients that can be obtained on the open market.  No one banned the ingredients.  You know what was looked at with scrutiny?  The internet.  Because that’s where you could find the recipe book, the training manual, on how to build the bombs.  They went after the training manuals.

We celebrate movies and television that have shootings and murders.  Shows about cops, shows about the dead, shows about how to identify the killer of the dead.  But that has been around forever too.  So what’s different?

Here’s something to consider.  What are the top ten selling video games as we speak?  I pulled up Amazon to check.  In order, Call of Duty: Black Ops (Killing Game), Assassin’s Creed III (Killing Game, in case the word ‘assassin’ eluded you), Farcry 3 (Killing Game), Need for Speed: Most Wanted (Racing game where you get chased by cops as they shoot at you…apparently the driving wasn’t exciting enough), The Walking Dead (Killing Game where you kill people who are already dead…because killing the living needed an upgrade), FIFA Soccer, NBA 2K13, Hitman Absolution (Killing Game), Playstation All-Stars Battle (Fighting for the little ones until they graduate to killing games).  Seeing a pattern here yet?

When I joined the Army in 1982, I had spent my childhood playing cowboys and Indians…my favorite childhood toy was my GI Joe.  But you know what?  They had to train me how to use an M-16.  They also had to train me on tactical movement.  One of the things they can’t train you on is what it looks like when you look down the barrel and squeeze the trigger.  For that, in 1982, you needed experience or a very expensive simulator.  We had to have something called a ‘kill house’ where you shot real targets, all painted for ‘good’ and ‘bad.’  The Sergeant screamed at you when you shot a good guy by mistake.  In real life, that was a real civilian.  But we had to learn it.  Not today.

Look at the list of games above.  Do you know what they are?  They are a combination of training manual and killing simulator.  They are played by children when their brains are developing and forming synapses that help them know right from wrong and real from fake.  Sit down and watch one.  See the tactics.  See the real weapons.  See how many shots each has and know when to change out your magazine.  See how to work in teams and ‘hit-squads.’  See the blood and bodies rip apart.  Sit down and watch one.

You want to do something about Sandy Hook? Do you want to do something for real?  Something that might be hard?  If you have young boys, go check out your video game cabinet.  Sit down with them and watch them play.  Is there a trained killer in your house?  Do you have the guts to tell your kid they can’t play those games?  Write to your government officials about these games and demand that they be vigilantly controlled or banned.  I know it’s hard.  It’s a very large industry.  Believe it or not, it’s larger than the gun industry.  But this is where they are learning it.  If you think I am crazy, go watch one.

Think about this.  If you handed your seventeen year old son a handgun, and he already knew (a) that it was a Glock 19, (b) that it took a 9mm bullet, (c) how many shots it held in the magazine, and (d) that he could do better with a different make of hand-gun...would you be concerned?

If we want to really begin doing something about things like Sandy Hook, we have to begin to do some serious soul searching as a society.  The answers aren’t easy and the answer to this is not to look to someone else to ‘make changes.’  The changes begin with us.  We need to start to make judgements again.  We need to take responsibility for our children and our world.  We have work to do.

Friday, February 10, 2012

Dick's Last Resort

About 65% of people are younger siblings.  Younger siblings know that, no matter what, they can't be the oldest.  They can be the funniest, the most athletic, or even the biggest!  But they will never ever be the oldest.  They learn at a very young age that if you can't be the oldest, you can at least stick it to the older one when you get the opportunity.  And if that opportunity doesn't come along, it's your birthright to create one.  That's how your whole childhood goes.  Every oldest sibling is always looking over his back shoulder cause the younger ones are just gunning for them.  Don't believe me?  Just ask Peyton Manning.

So the younger sibling sits back and enjoys the ride at the older one's expense.  It doesn't get better than that.  Unless...yes, unless...you happen to have an older brother named Dick.  Yes folks, if you are a younger sibling, and your older brother has THAT name, well...it's like winning the lottery of life.  It's like God himself just handed you a whole belt load of ammunition for the rest of your days.

And so my life went from the about first grade on.  I couldn't escape it.  I heard every joke imaginable and some that you never ever would have imagined.

"What's up Dick?"..."Got any gum on ya Dick?"...(and during the fat days)"You're looking a little soft Dick!"

It doesn't stop at childhood either.  Imagine my alarm to answer my phone at the bank and, because I am busy and have people around, just pop it on speaker and say, "Hi, Dick speaking."  You get a pause, and it lasts a little longer...then suddenly you look down at the phone number that called you and before you can dive on the phone to get it off speaker-mode you hear, "Penis!  It's Johnny!"   And, of course, it's loud enough for the whole office to hear.  Oh yeah, priceless moments.

So imagine my shock when I get a call today at 2:30PM from my brother who is having a ball because he is in a place in Boston called "Dick's Last Resort" and I just HAVE to go over.  First, I can't believe he's never heard of or went into a "Dick's Last Resort."  Second, I can hear, in the back of my little brain, the faint sound of the pipe organ from the carnival of life.  So, of course, on my 50th birthday, I walk over there from work.

It was like the Perfect Storm.  John and Doreen, beer, about 1000 souvenir items all dedicated to Dick, and a staff that gets off on insults.  I think, just for a moment, my little brother was thinking it was HIS birthday.  When I walked in, he said, hey I got you some birthday presents.  A Dick glass, shirt, coaster and bottle opener for the birthday boy!

The bartender came over and I laughed and said, "the joke is..."  He stopped me right there, looked at John and said, "I know, your name is Dick, he told me a thousand times."  The bartender tried to use some of his standard jokes on me and I said, "Don't bother, I've had this name forever and have heard them all.  I have Dick Defense."

The grand finale was when they put your 'hat' on you.  It is the hat every responsible Dick should be wearing...and I was no different.  I played my usual role...the older sibling taking the joke his parents once played on him like a man.

So, the lesson my brother gave me on my birthday is, "you can grow older and still not grow up."

To thank John, he now has a picture of me that he can make poster sized and just laugh at for the rest of his life.

This little editorial is meant to be sarcastic, of course.

It was truly a lot of fun.  When you grow up in the same room, you share a lot of things.  Sometimes it's like being at a party, sometimes it's like being in the same foxhole together.  I always enjoyed being the older brother, and all that goes with it.  Thanks a lot John (and Doreen for showing him the place) for the laughs and reminding me that I should lighten up.  You're right.  Now, of course, I have 50 weeks to figure out how to return the favor!!

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Too Few Facebook Friends?

"I need more Facebook friends!"  No you don't.  You really don't.  Whether you think you should have more than 100, 500 or 1000 FB friends, it's too many.  No one has that many friends.  Real friends.

The funny part is, a study recently showed that the people with the most FB friends have the fewest real friends.

If you have more than 100 friends and are not a celebrity, chances are good that you are spending so much time playing with Facebook that you have very little time to manage real relationships.

There is also an inverse relationship in the number of FB friends to real friends.  So people with 1000 FB friends actually have, like, 2 real friends.  People with 500 FB friends have about 5.  People with 15 FB friends probably have about...well...about 15 real friends!  So don't fret.  If you have very few FB friends you probably are in a much better place socially.

Also, people with over 500 FB friends:

- Have more stalkers
- Are more prone to having provocative photos displayed
- Have to explain a lot of strange stuff to potential employers
- Are forced to lie to relatives..lol
- NEVER get updates on the real important stuff cause they have to handle so much NOISE on their page.
- Have their Facebook wall crushed once a year at their birthday
- Get upset when people reject THEIR friend requests...because they accept them from EVERYBODY

lol.  Don't worry.  You're FINE!