With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility


So listening to some friends over the last day made me think of what ol Uncle Ben said to Peter Parker. With great power comes great responsibility. Do we really need to be a superhero to have to know this? I mean we are all not built with superhuman strength, super agility, the ability to leap tall buildings in a single bound.

But you know what we all are capable of…. stopping jack asses from being jack asses. We can stop bullies from bullying and hurting others. We can stop spouse abusers, habitual child abusers, and other trash from hurting or scaring others. Do you need to be some muscle bound giant? NO! Bullies hate being confronted, they hate anyone standing up to them.

Hell even our government hates people standing up to it, but that’s a different thought. My point is bullies are only as powerful as we let them be. I know its scary to stand up to someone, it is sometimes even dangerous. That’s why you work with someone, a friend, a confidante, a counselor, the police. Someone who can help you fight them.

I know its not always easy with the police. Sometimes it becomes a he said/they said. They need proof, they see multiple arguments, they are restricted by laws. There is a whole lot of reasons why they struggle to help. You have outside counselors, abuse centers, etc that usually can help. People find them hard to go to sometimes, they are embarrassed. Then there are neighbors, friends, family who can help but sometimes it is difficult for them.

But why does it have to be difficult? We can see the signs when someone is being intimidated, we have all most likely seen someone get bullied in our lives. Ask yourself, what did you do? Most people will say, I didn’t do anything. I wanted to but was scared, I didn’t know how things would go. I was worried they could hurt me or my family.

Let me help you with this, life is short. You can only die once. Pain is short-lived. Self respect or lack of can DEFINE your life forever.
I speak from experience. I have seen bullying in the past, I was bullied myself when I was a little kid. But life, government service, training and such has changed that for me. I am no invincible man, but I refuse to sit idly by and watch someone be made miserable, whether it be child, woman or man by another human being.

I am 6’1″, built like a semi truck, I’m fairly strong, know how to defend myself quite well and unfortunately have seen battle and death and lived through it. It has lent me courage to take on abusers, bullies and others that would pick or abuse someone who is weaker. That is my great power, no matter what I refuse to see someone who is weaker be pushed around, harassed or made to feel inadequate. Yes I have been hurt, and yes I have had physical altercations. No it is not always easy, and yes it hurts a lot sometimes. But when one or two people stand up, it is strength. Bullies hate strength or someone standing up to them.

I would love to tell you it is easy, it isn’t. But will you look at yourself in the mirror everyday knowing you didn’t stand up for someone or protect or help someone? How will you feel if someday that is you needing help, will you want people turning a blind eye or someone helping you when you need it?

You don’t have to be a superhero. You don’t have to be a bodybuilder or some big MMA fighter or martial arts master. What you need is to be able to stand up, tell someone NO!. Stop someone from hurting someone. We all have this superpower…. its up to you on how you use it. You can live your life like a superhero or you can help be the villain. The question is, how will you look at yourself?

Diner Fight Guy 1: The fuck is wrong with you, man? You’d rather die for some piece of shit that you don’t even fucking know?

Dave Lizewski: The three assholes, laying into one guy while everybody else watches? And you wanna know what’s wrong with me? Yeah, I’d rather die… so bring it on!


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Rainy Days & Mondays

Rainy Days & Mondays.

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Rainy Days & Mondays


So as I sit here watching he rain fall on a spring morning and a dreary Monday I feel reflective. I tried writing a blog about life last year and found its hard when you are working, living life, etc. So I am going to give it a go again.

What’s really funny though is that on the day I was thinking about it, its rainy as hell and dreary looking. Its Monday of all dreaded days and I need more coffee. Did you ever notice how ugly Mondays really are? I mean, its the start of the work week for most, everything and anything that can go wrong does seem to and its the one day where everyone seems to be in a foul mood.

It kind of makes you wonder who created Mondays and if you could, why we can’t go back and punch them in the nose. I mean every Monday is usually a bore, and now its raining. Rain in itself is not a bad thing, I mean I know it brings forth life. I myself love sitting on the porch in the middle of a storm, watching the awesome power of nature. But if you are sitting on a Monday, by a window on a gray looking sky, with rain coming down. Well its not so pretty or awesome.

It is ironic that we can love sitting and watching a thunderstorm and enjoy it, but have to be at work, add Monday morning, and rain and its a mourning full experience. I can not decide if I want to feel blah or just depressed over this day. Maybe it is just thoughts of the long ass crazy winter we have all had. We need some sun, green, and blue skies.

That’s my wish today, lots of sun, blue skies, seeing some trees bloom and maybe knowing its Friday….. Yeah that would be great. Now if only I could find a way to get that…….

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Life Among the Gorillas…….

imagesCAM06VDU  I was watching some people today and it made me think of a comparison someone once told me. When scientists and the such want to get close to gorillas, they have to adapt themselves to the gorillas environment. They strut, grunt, walk, beat their chest, etc just like a gorilla. All so they can be accepted.

I am finding out that humans are not much different with each other. We all know what it is like to be picked on, made fun of and teased. Sometimes we will join in on picking on someone just so we are included and not the ones singled out. It is a sad state of affairs that something that starts in our youth can carry over to adulthood.

I have no love for bullies… when I was younger I got teased pretty often. My parents were lower class so I didn’t have the “name brand” Air Jordans, Levi’s, etc. I was always fairly intelligent, loved books, and although active, playing baseball, football, wrestling, and martial arts I was a bit pudgy. I mean there is not much you can do with my frame. I was always taller, wide as a truck because of huge bone structure and probably not ever smooth with the ladies.

It’s really funny now that I think about it, I mean my size and strength played out later in life with combat training. It has saved my life probably at least a few times against stab wounds, gun shots etc. I have gained so much from those experiences. I have learned to not back down, not be embarrassed easily and to never show weakness. But I wonder why as a society we still tolerate this type of behavior?

I mean I know where I stand now, I wouldn’t tolerate it. I would either knock someone on their ass or embarrass them back. But it troubles me to think how our kids deal with this stuff daily. What the hell is wrong with parents that they let their kids do this stuff? I know there is no simple answer, it troubles me that this is probably going to go on long after I leave this earth.

I guess all I can do it make sure my children understand chivalry, defending the weak, and knowing how to physically protect themselves. Such is I guess what your life is if you are trying to live among the gorillas……

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The Pineapple Incident

imagesCAR6A905  I find that in my years of life as I get close to a birthday, I reflect often on my past, my present and what my future holds. It is not that I lead a super exciting life now, I follow the same hum drum as most everyone, work, sleep, eat, etc. But I remember a time when I was always on the go, constantly on the defense and seeking to “do” something, whether a project, a job, mission, etc.

I often want to go back to those times, finding I feel like I am missing out…… but am I, I wonder? I mean don’t we always think back fondly remembering past exploits, youthful dalliances, fun things we remembered doing as kids, great movies, etc etc……

I mean I often watch a show called “How I Met Your Mother” and laugh as the main character is always telling his kids stories about life before he met their mom. It makes me realize we are a mankind of remembrances, whether it be of childhood, life situations, and those who have left us whether it be through abandonment or death.

I think sometimes the hardest part about being happy with your present life is we always want to tie it in and compare it to a fleeting moment of life. While I am grateful for all the experiences I have had, the great people I have met and gotten to befriend and the great moments I have had I often then will reassess the family, friends, and loves I lost. So I guess the question is, when do we actually take the time and be happy with what we have now?

It’s like listening to the 80’s & 90’s music of my generation. I often love listening to the songs, laughing and remembering the music, the times, and the fun. But then I think of doing that now and cringe. Not because of the music per say but just remembering the dress, the styles, and the atmosphere. I would never do that stuff now. So maybe that’s what life is… learning from your past, adapting it to your present and future; and then making it relevant to your life. Does it teach you or does it define you?

And speaking about “How I Met Your Mother”, did they ever explain that damn pineapple?

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