Spoiled sports
I don’t know what it is, but i cannot watch pro sports anymore. I sat down today with my munchies, a 6-pack of beer and got bored by the first quarter of an NBA game. Maybe, and it could just be me, these are more overpaid assholes, rather than athletes or role models?
Too many athletes have made mistakes most 40 hour per week people would never make, and i suppose that is getting to me. I’m not jealous, i just can’t understand the mentality of these idiots sometimes. Gay comments, nightclub shootings, rapes, multi-million dollar jewelry–it’s insane. At least the college athletes have a hustle mentality to them. They still have dreams. But, once you are drafted into the pros and get the first million dollar check, what incintive do you have to grow? You can retire as early 18 if you skip college, or 22 if you go to college.
For the most part, most of us armchair athletes could not fathom making the money these pros make, and to see them throwing their lives away, then get on the court or field and just suck! Can’t make free throws, dropping balls, Terrell Owens! Too much violence in thier free time, and too many horrible decisions otherwise. Pacman Jones? Tank Johnson? Cincinatti Bungals! Wake up, realize you’re rich, then grow up!
Party of one!!!!!!!
For the clueless who seem to be unable to read these books objectively, you’re feeding directly into the issues that inspired me to write the books in the first place. Evidently, for some, I should have spoon-fed everything to them, explain myself in greater detail, and ease up on my approach. Wrong! Why should I cater to anyone, or dumb my book down, or go easier on those who are the reason I wrote them? The problem, once again, falls back on you! Bible thumpers continue to rewrite the Bible, and many still need to pay a preacher to translate it! Does that mean the Bible was written improperly, or that you simply lack the brain power to comprehend it?
Well, my approach will never change because my mission never will: To prove that good men exist, and that anyone, male or female, is responsible for how their lives turn out. Who you choose to let into your life and, ultimately, destroy it still falls back on your shoulders, never specifically on the other person.
You can save your little “Who hurt him?” rants, because, had you read the book thoroughly, you’d see it is not written entirely about a lost love, or girl that got away. For the women looking for any excuse to discredit the validity of the books, I’ll answer in this blog what is clearly written in the first page of chapter 1…. The book is not about all women, one specific woman, the women I attract (because I avoid the women I describe in the books) or due to my inability to get women. Your pointless, often lengthy letters about it being the women I choose or associate with are useless. You simply may need to read a little slower.
Every man, married or single, is sick and tired of hearing women blame all men for why they’ve spent their lives choosing the wrong men, then complain about them to anyone who will listen. You’re trying to tell me that, because a woman has one half dozen children out of wedlock that it is the fault of the multiple men she gave herself to? That she is treated or perceived as being promiscuous or immoral is the fault of the person misjudging her? Could it be that her image and the perception of her is self-inflicted? 5 kids, 3 baby daddies? Limited social skills, financial ruin, repeated abuse? That’s your fault! He beats you because you didn’t leave when he used to just push or slap you! Rappers call you bitches and hoes because you carry yourself in the exact same image as the women they have in their videos. How is that the rapper’s fault! You bought the outfits, roll your eyes, or wedge your knickers into your crotch! It’s your fault men view or treat you as a hoe, not the fault of any man!
You don’t have a good man because you do not measure up to the standards good men have! And you would not be upset about this statement if you were not on the bandwagon of the overly used clichéd statement that good men do not exist!
Lastly, I’m not shifting blame from men to women because, first of all, men cannot choose which women he wants unless he is rich or famous. And, if that is the case, he most likely won’t value the women he chooses, since it would be more recreation for him than a relationship with her.
Here is how clueless the women in denial of this movement are. Men have to be evaluated, approved, then chosen by women! For the homecoming dance, the prom, his first date, sex, marriage, even the furniture in the house after said marriage! It all must be funneled through women! Women have to say YES in order for us to make any progress. We’re on a first date because you said yes. In bed because you said yes! Pregnant by many because you’ve said yes to unprotected sex….many, many times!
Women, you control the universe, and can’t even make the best of that! Men have no control over the dating scene, women do! And they still screw it up by choosing men who were clearly not right for them. So, women can stop with the crap about “He’s just mad about the women he’s choosing.” I only dated one hoodrat, and I was young and dump when I did that! I date classy women. Attract established, career oriented women! I’m not upset about any of that, only that the quality of women is on an even greater decline than that of men, and many women are in some serious denial about that!
You are alone in your opinion of me and why I wrote the books, and whom wrote them about. In short, you’re Misinformed! Party of one, please!!!!
Astro-nuts!!!
As I am sure you’ve seen by now, astronaut and mother of 3, Lisa Nowak, was about to do some damage to her competition in a love triangle gone bad. (Do they ever go, urr, good?) He must have thrown some serious space meat on her! She drove 900 miles (wearing diapers) carrying a new metal mallet, 4-feet of tubing, (huh?) a 4-inch folding knife, and some trash bags. Not to mention, a little pepper spray, a disguise, map, and she knew the chick’s flight itinerary! Everything but a fishing pole.
Needless to say, her plan was foiled as it is in every movie….by pointless, time consuming banter, instead of just handling your business right then and there. She probably said something like “Yeeaaah, ‘member me, bitch? Roll the window down! Roll it down! He don’t love you, he loves me! He told me!” The damn near victim simply rolls up the window…..game over. Over! How are your plans of murder and dismemberment derailed by a button? 11 hours of driving? C’mon, now! Didn’t you bring a hammer?
Scene: “Get out of the car, bitch!” Zzzzzzrrrrrrttt! “Roll that back down!” The would-be victim drives forward, shows her parking ticket, “Oh, by the way, there’s a crazy chick back there in a Cheech & Chong mustache, wearing a dark trench coat. You might want to arrest her.” They do so, it hits the news, she’s released wearing an ankle bracelet, and headed out of the jail with a jacket over her head to avoid any embarssment. Hello? Diapers, mallet, …road trip! Cheatin’!
Now, upon arriving in home Houston after being arraigned, she’s off for a psychological evaluation. What ever happened to just-plain-crazy? They are thinking about charging her with attempted murder. Thinking about it? Therapy? Nancy Grace is going to have a field year on this! You know Nancy Grace can run a story into the ground as though it just happened. Still, the question becomes, “What the hell did he do to her?” He must have put the mojo on her!
We always heard that astronauts peed in their space suits. No big surprise there. We wondered how they went months without sex or cable TV. But, man, now we know for sure there is some space humpin’ going on! And, evidently, you have to be cute, all the way up in outer space! Homeboy was dropping the bomb on two women at once! In outer space! Now, I thought I had game when I banged my nurse a few years back, but to knock off two astronauts?! Damn the rock/paper/scissors game, nothing trumps space coochie! Nothing! You win!
Now, I know men are just a deceitful as women can be, but women these days seem to be going straight crazy over some d*ck potent enough that you walk away from a husband and three kids to be with a man who you know is knocking off another chick! She clearly didn’t think this through because her kids have to go school now, after bragging about their momma being an astronaut on the space shuttle, to answering the question “I know that crazy with ain’t your momma is she?” Talk about being teased on the playground! Cheated on your dad, in space, was number 2 on the booty call list, then drop across the country, wearing a diaper, about to attempt a Friday the 13th! Yeah, time to change schools.
And, to ask for a new bike!
The number you have reached…
..is nothing but a number! I’ve learned something very valuable from women my elder. That is, each time we speak, I learn something from her, and she, at times, learns something new from me. We keep each other in tune with the way things are, as well as, how things were.
The most invaluable quality in a mate is, yes, communication. But, not in the corny, talk show remedy way of speaking. What I mean is, if you cannot walk away from a conversation of some length with that person knowing something you didn’t before, your relationship cannot grow. Trust me, I’ve dated some very attractive, accomplished women and yet, their conversation cannot go much deeper than fashion, gossip or their self-centered wants and needs.
However, I stand behind my theory of older women being more understanding of your hopes and dreams. Younger girls and barely mature women cannot fathom dating a man with dreams, they want everything now. They want him to already have the house, the cars, money, the perfect physique, everything that she can brag about to her friends, he must have it now, before she even prattles off her phone number.
Older women are quite different, far more interesting, and more understanding. They know relationships must be built, and never ready-made. They’ve had and nurtured children and having witnessed a child dream or reach, so they understand how their mate feels when he does the same. I’ve established several platonic relationships with women of age and, they seem to offer nothing but encouragement, words of wisdom, and faith.
As I wrote in my first book in the chapter “Mother Nature”, getting older is a blessing. The longer you live, the wiser you should become. The media may or may not be behind the myth that aging is a turnoff to men, but one thing I know for sure is those women are desired and loved by many. Especially the men I’ve come into contact with regarding this series of books. In fact, one of the largest complaints I heard from married men was how their wives nitpick themselves to death about minor imperfections that they believe hinder their quest for eternal youth. “Ohhhh, these two and a half wrinkles! These crows feet! This line on my forehead. Look at these smile lines!” Pointless crap that, if the men do not react or have the perfect words to sooth and comfort them, they appear calloused or could care less.
We pretty much don’t see what all the fuss is about. What women hate about themselves are issues most men never even bring up. Sure, if she’s gained a ton of weight, he’s going to notice that, but for the most part, crows feet, a bad manicure, an untamable bang, unruly eyelashes… real (heterosexual) men could care less! We-don’t-care!!!! That is the ONLY thing I find unappealing about older women. They refuse to age gracefully, fighting it every step of the way, often making their men’s lives unbearable. Just don’t double your weight, and I am fine! Trust, most men feel the same way.
There is far too much information to gain from older women than I can list or even think of that I want to make it my mission to show these women how valuable and desirable they are. The mere presence of these women has indirectly forced me to step my game up. Shown me that I don’t have it all together, and haven’t seen or done anything yet. I became more aware of my appearance, vocabulary, my manners, even my goals in life. Material wants and needs have been set aside to make myself a better person in the presence of these women; something many young girls cannot bring out of a boy. Now I am conscious of using foul language, pulling out chairs, holding doors because I surround myself with women who accept nothing less from me. Therein lies the problem with women’s gripe that “There are no good men.” These “girls” cannot change boys to men!
I’ll conclude with this: Age is a number assigned to the length of time you spend on this earth, not a determining factor in your worth to men or society. For example: time on the job is valuable because potential employers feel that, the longer you’ve been in the field they are hiring for, the more you know about what they need or expect from you as an employee. Well, time on this earth is synonymous with being suited for a position, be it teacher, mother, spouse. So, if choosing a wife was anything like the hiring process, I’m choosing the woman with the most life experience that I can. And older woman! So, if you’re turning 40, or 50, the number you have reached…. is fine by me!