Random Complaints.

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I watch the incessant parade of whiney punks on television. They may be black or white or male or female or gay or straight or fat or stupid or smart or any identity that they believe makes them who they are. It is all garbage. I do not define myself by my physical body. I admire strength of character, honor and integrity. True strength comes from belief, it comes from commitment to a moral code. I can have sympathy for those who faced challenges based on their physical body (be it color, sex or anything else); but, I still expect them to have integrity, on that I will view them.

I hear people whine that they are oppressed because of the shirt they wear or other such nonsense, as if that is the worst thing that can happen. Oh no, you chose to become a woman and people don't accept you. That is not the worst that can happen and if you can afford the surgery, you have not lived through the worst.

A hundred years ago, things sucked. Further back it sucked even more. Heck, when my dad was a child, it really wasn't much better. Tell me, if you are black, about how being pulled over more than whites has destroyed you. I have known men who lived in the south when they couldn't even enter restaurants where white people were. Tell me about white male privilege, let me tell you about my dad and uncle.

My uncle and godfather had a mother who slept with men for money. He discovered this fact when a fellow soldier told him how they had slept with her. I don't know the extent of the horrible life he led and neither does anyone else living. He joined young and ended up in Iwo Jima while the flag was being raised. He spent a couple days underneath dead Japanese soldiers after the Japanese retook the hill. Hiding beneath the dead bodies, he ate their rations to survive. He never told anyone except my father about that. He ended up helping put a man on the moon. He helped make the rockets.

My father had it tough too. At 11 his step dad had him quite school and work two jobs with all of the money going to his step dad. On a good day he was fed; but, those didn't happen every day. Beat and starved was the joy my father grew up to. He lied and joined the marines at 14 or 15. He ended up in Korea during the war. He was at all the battles and was wounded more than once. He and my uncle moved out to California and made their way. They never complained about hard times or life being unfair, they assumed that happened to everyone. They were wrong about that. Nobody gave a damn about them and they knew it, it made them stronger and individualistic.

I turned down lots of opportunities in my life. Chances to make lots of money or have even greater power. My dad never understood why; but, he always supported my freedom to choose my path. He paid for me to attend law school even though he knew I had no intention of practicing law and was only interested in writing them. My father never beat us and always made sure we ate well, things he had not experienced as a child. Love and help. My uncle was an ahole to most, he did not respect very many people. Oddly enough, he respected my insistence on doing thing my way. He respected inner strength and determination to achieve what you set out for.

Hitler wrote a book called "Mein Kampf" it means my struggle. Wimps and weasels always start by telling you about how hard their life has been. It is garbage. The same can be said about Hillary Clinton and her new book, "What Happened", does that need a question mark?

Don't tell me the world is unfair, I figured that out the first time I got my ass kicked for knowing things my peers did not. Don't tell me the world is unfair because men look at your breasts. Men like breasts, it has nothing to do with fairness.

I think we should seek fairness for all, not for a color or religion or sex, for all. I have heard people say that the problem is racism that results in a disproportionate number of unarmed black people being shot by police. My response is simple, would the shooting of unarmed people be okay if it was proportionate by color of victim? If we only focus on the unfairness treated to one group, do we not still promote unfairness?

I shall repeat the story I told before. There are three guys nailed to crosses. One is black, one is white and one is a Jew. Does it really make sense for them to argue over who has it worse? Shouldn't they be mad at the guy nailing them to the cross and not each other?