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Monday, July 4, 2011

The Battle of Fort Washington...and a Hackenberg was there

 November 16, 1776 | Fort Washington, New York, New York

Fort Washington was a fort located at the northernmost tip and highest elevation of what is now the borough of Manhattan in New York City, overlooking the Hudson River, which was held by American forces. Along with Fort Lee forces located just across the river in New Jersey atop the Palisades, the twin forts were intended to protect the lower Hudson from British warships during the campaign around New York in the summer and autumn of 1776. The fort was defended by around 2,900 Continental Army troops and militia under the command of Colonel Robert Magaw. During the fighting on and around Manhattan, the American Army commanded by General George Washington—for whom the fort was named—was forced to withdraw northward, leaving both Forts Washington and Lee isolated.

After the Battle of White Plains, the British, under General William Howe turned back south and decided to take the forts.

 On October 31, heavy rains spoiled Maj. Gen. William Howe's planned second attack on the American army near White Plains. On November 1, the Americans were found to be apparently well entrenched at North Castle Heights. The rebel earthworks were composed largely of cornstalks pulled from nearby fields, whose roots, full of clinging soil, faced outward. Howe may have been discouraged by these illusory defenses, but his goal remained the complete removal of American troops from Manhattan, not the annihilation of Washington's army. His attention returned to Fort Washington which the American commander in chief had left garrisoned under Col. Robert Magaw after a general rebel evacuation of the island.

On November 2, during the night, a defector, William Demont, entered the camp of Lord Hugh Percy at McGowan's Pass, south of Fort Washington. Demont had been Magaw's adjunct; the deserter placed the plans of the fort into Percy's hands. Although Howe had probably already begun to arrange operations against Fort Washington, exact knowledge of the fortification and its defenses would assist his attack. Fort Washington's works, built the previous July, covered a hill 230 feet high and a mile long. Vertical cliffs rendered the fort unassailable from the Hudson River below. Additional protection was provided by Fort Tyron on the north, Laurel Hill on the east, and the old Harlem Heights defenses on the south. Fort Lee stood opposite Fort Washington in New Jersey. Between the 2 forts ran a line of sunken obstructions to prevent British ships from passing up the Hudson.The natural defenses of Fort Washington's position were superior, but the fort itself was less than ideal. A pentagonal earthwork without ditches or palisades, the structure lacked barracks, bomb proofs, and an interior source of water. A captain stationed in the fort noted that it had none of "those exterior, multiplied obstacles and defenses, that...could entitle it to the name of fortress, in any degree capable of withstanding a siege." This weakness, recognized by some of the garrison went unnoticed by Maj. Gen. Nathaniel Greene, who was in charge of both forts.

Washington had been out of touch with Greene since October 22. Now, as Howe began moving south to direct the seizure of Fort Washington, the American commander had to consider the fort's defensibility. On November 5, 3 British vessels passed over the river barricades in the Hudson amidst rebel artillery fire and anchored, undamaged, at the northern tip of the island, Washington, in the process of deploying most of his troops in Westchester County, was much alarmed by this news and wrote to Greene on November 8, "I am inclined to think it will not be prudent to hazard the men and stores," but "as you are on the spot, I leave it to you to give such orders as to evacuating Mount Washington as you judge best." Greene replied that the fort served some purpose beyond th prevention of ship passage up the Hudson. It hampered British communication between the island and the country to the north, compelled the maintenance of British troops at Kingsbridge, and was clearly regarded as important by the British, or else they would not attempt its' capture.

These arguments were offset by Greene's assurance that if the situation grew dangerous, the stores and men could be shifted to Fort Lee at any time. Magaw said the garrison could hold out through December. But Washington's second in command, Maj. Gen. Charles Lee, expressed ominous concern. In a letter to Joseph Reed, the adjutant general, Lee wrote, "I cannot conceive what circumstances give to Fort Washington so great a degree of value and importance as to counterbalance the probability or almost certainty of losing 1,400 of our best troops." With some 2,000 of his troops, Washington moved down the west side of the Hudson and reached Fort Lee on November 13.

Meanwhile, Greene had reinforced Magaw's original garrison of about 2,000 men with an additional 900. Greene continued to favor a defense of the fort, and Washington finally relied upon his sub-ordinate's judgment. Washington would later write that Congress's desire to retain the area's defense and his own wish to keep an impediment in the way of the British "caused that warfare in my mind and hesitation which ended in the loss of the garrison." On November 4, Howe dispatched several brigades to march quickly south and reinforce Brig. Wilhelm von Knyphausen. His division had crossed the river at Kingsbridge on November 2 and began harassment of the rebels in the northern outpost of Fort Tyron.

On November 14, during the night, 30 British flatboats sailed up the river past Fort Washington undetected by the Americans. The following day the enemy approached the fort in force. Cornwallis and Brig. Edward Matthew were to approach from across the Harlem River on the east, and Percy was to strike from the south. A British officer was sent to summon Magaw to surrender with the threat of no quarter if the fort was stormed. Magaw flatly refused. He had dispersed his forces at the various outposts on the three sides of the fort, posting minor detachments in between. The Americans covered a large perimeter of 4 to 5 miles.

On November 16, early on the morning, Knyphausen opened the attack against Col. Moses Rawlings's Virginia and Maryland riflemen who managed to stall the Germans temporarily. Mr. Lossing, in his Field Book, says: "On the 15th, Howe was informed of the real condition of the garrison and works at Fort Washington, by a deserter from Magaw's battalion, and he immediately sent a messenger with a summons for the commander to surrender, or peril his garrison with the doom of massacre. Howe, confident of success, ordered a cannonade to be opened upon Magaw, in a brief note, promptly refused compliance,and sent a copy of his answer to Washington at Hackensack.

The cannonade commenced early on the morning of the 16th, to cover the landing of troops which crossed the Harlem there, preparatory to a combined attack at four different points. Expecting this, Magaw made a judicious disposition of his little force. Colonel Rawlings, with his Maryland riflemen, was posted in a redoubt (Fort George) upon a hill north of Fort Washington, and a few men were stationed at the outpost, called Cock-hill Fort. Militia of the Flying Camp under Colonel Baxter, were placed on the rough wooded hills east of the fort along the Harlem River, and others, under my grandfather, 5 times removed, Ensign Johann Peter Hackenberg* and Colonel Lambert Cadwalader, of Pennsylvania, manned the lines in the direction of New York. Percy advanced on Lt. Col. Lambert Cadwalader’s Pennsylvanians but halted his forces (to the Americans' surprise) to wait for a signal gun from Cornwallis or Mathew. Washington, Greene, Maj. Gen. Israel Putnam, and Brig. Gen. Hugh Mercer crossed to Fort Washington as the firing commenced, but they could do nothing to help Magaw and so returned to Fort Lee to watch the developing action. Mathew, who had been somewhat delayed by the tide pushed across the river and established a foothold on Laurel Hill. Cornwallis followed with more troops.

Once the signal had gone out to Percy, pressure on the Americans began to mount. Rawlings was forced back and Cadwalader withdrew. Confusion was rampant within the reduced perimeter; the retreating Americans poured into the fort. By 3:00 P.M., the Germans had reached Fort Washington from the north, and the British were in view on the east and south. Despite the original surrender terms, another flag was sent into Magaw to ask for capitulation. Realizing that to stand now would create a bloodbath within the crowded fort, Magaw surrendered. The attack cost the British and Germans 67 killed, 335 wounded, and 6 missing. The Americans suffered 54 killed and 2,858captured, including probably more than 1,000 wounded. The loss of all their arms and equipment was especially damaging. Fort Lee was now untenable and Washington began transporting the ammunition out of the fort.

On November 19, during the night, the British brought boats through the Harlem River and carried a force under Cornwallis across the Hudson in the rain. They landed about 6 mile north of Fort Lee and began marching southward. Washington and Greene roused the garrison to a hundred flight and led them to Hackensack, then toward Newark and New Brunswick. On November 20, Cornwallis marched into the empty fort and found tents, military baggage, 50 canon, and 1,000 barrels of flour. More than 100 skulkers (most were drunk) were rounded up in the neighborhood, a few were killed. Cornwallis pursued the Americans with some reinforcements sent from Howe and routed them at each New Jersey town where they stopped. Many of Howe's officers believed he would maintain this drive. Howe had begun preparations for an offensive in Rhode Island. He knew there was not time enough before winter's arrival to employ the same troop force in both New Jersey and Rhode Island. In addition, Howe was criticized by some for sparing the garrison at Fort Washington.

Capt. Lt. Archibald Robertson considered the American losses "trifling." Thomas Jones, a former justice of the New York Supreme Court being held prisoner in Connecticut, believed that a general slaughter would have struck panic through the rebel countryside and forced congressional submission. "The most rigid severity at the first would have been the greatest mercy and leniency in the end." Of the nearly 2,000 Americans captured in the fall of the fort, over 100 were officers (including Ensign Hackenberg). Many of these were paroled and walked the New York streets in their uniforms to the chagrin and even fear of the loyalists and British. The soldiers were eventually put aboard prison ships in the harbor to languish; large numbers of them died under the atrocious conditions.

But Howe's victory had been decisive, and for the Americans, the after effects were serious. The loss of the garrison troubled Washington because the enlistments of many of his remaining troops were to expire in less than two months. An alarming percentage of his men were unfit for duty from sickness or want of clothes and shoes. Perhaps even more significant was the tremendous loss of precious material.The British had seized 146 cannon, 12,000 shot and shell, 2,800 muskets, and 400,000 cartridges. American resources had been  dispersed and inadequate before this capture; now they were stretched very thin indeed.

Washington would soon make his winter headquarters in New Jersey for a number of reasons, one of which was to protect the invaluable forges and furnaces in the northwestern part of the state. The blame for squandering the men and supplies in the 2 forts rested naturally with Magaw, Greene, and Washington. Greene recognized that the lines around Fort Washington had been too extensive for 2,900 men to defend, especially in a disordered state. Since Washington had some early doubts about the fort's impregnability, his vacillation, finally favoring Greene's discretion, was inexcusable. Washington's trusted friend Reed termed this a "fatal indecision of mind." Many British were light-headed after their successful New York campaign and felt that the end of the war must be near. But Washington's error was not fatal. Nor was his disappointment so deep that he rejected thoughts of raising a new army.

In seventy days Washington made his famous crossing of the Delaware and the successful Battle of Trenton where the aforementioned Colonel Rall commanding the local Hessian Forces met his death at the hands of the American Troops. The British occupied New York City for the remainder of the War and vacated it only after the final Treaty was signed in 1783. Many more New Yorkers became British Loyalists(Tories) after this Occupation.

One interesting side note about Loyalists (Tories). At Haw River, North Carolina, a battalion of Loyalists were tricked into believing that they were being reviewed by Lt. Col. Tarleton of the British Regular Army when they actually had encountered Lt. Col Harry “Light horse” Lee (Gen. Robert E. Lee’s father) whose Continental Legion wore green jackets as did Tarleton’s men. Lee ordered a saber attack as the Loyalists stood for Inspection and butchered the Loyalist. This tended to intimidate other Loyalists in that area in the future. That battle had very severe American casualties since both sides were American.

Some Genealogy reports have stated that Ensign Johann Peter Hackenberg served throughout the entire Revolutionary War, however all that has been documented officially and found is that he remained a prisoner on British Prison Ships and on Long Island until at least 1780 (possibly much longer) as stated in the publication “Revolutionary War Officers“. His release and further participation in the War is unknown in the genealogical reports that have been reviewed. He died in Snyder County in 1820 and is buried at Saint Peters Cemetery , Freeburg, Snyder County.

*"Peter Hackenberg enlisted in Richland Township, Bucks County, Pennsylvania under Captain Valentine Opp, First Sergeant, 1st Battalion of Col. Hart's Flying Camp. In August of the same he was commissioned Ensign and Quarter-master of the Battalion of the same company. Captain Opp was cashiered. The company marched to Fort Lee, where Colonel Baxter commissioned him to act as Captain. He was promised a commission but was taken prisoner before receiving it. 

In the Archives of Pennsylvania, Second Series 15:652  his name is among the list of Officers who absented themselves from the "Camp" contrary to their parole but returned to captivity agreeable to orders. A list of officers belonging to the Continental Army Flying Camp of the Militia of the State of Pennsylvania who were prisoners and not exchanged since - list Peter Hackenberg (Hachenberg). Pennsylvania Archives 6th Series 2:88-884 gives Baxter's Regiment.wing."

This book is located in the DAR Library, Washington, D.C., the Midwest Genealogy Center of the Mid-Continent Public Library, Independence, MO, and the Allen County Public Library Genealogy Center, Fort Wayne, IN. This book includes the complete descendant linage of Johann Peter Hackenberg (Hachenberg).


Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Do you remember when Harrisburg was a wasteland?

  This image shows Market St at Second St in 1982. When I moved to this hole in 1982, that area had the pawn shop, an adult theater, (anyone remember the Senate?) and when you turned right onto Strawberry Alley, there was a little strip joint tucked away. Steven Reed was elected in 1981 after George Gekas did nothing to make the city better and try to make this city move away from the bad image that it had for too long. City Island used to have a great concert stage and had national acts each summer in the early 1980's. However, you had to rouse the gays having sex in the bushes to get them on their way, although they may have enjoyed the Judas Priest show in '82. Sadly, the concerts went away as did the haven for gay sex and in the center of an island of weeds and trees, a baseball park appeared and flourished with some great teams early on. The Island became a family friendly environment. Say what you will about Steve Reed, but the man had a vision for Harrisburg and what it could be.


Next slide please.........


Here we are in 2007! Look at that build up! The sticky, smelly adult theater is gone, the titty bar is gone and we have this gigantic hotel centerpiece in their place. We have blocks upon blocks of great bars and restaurants that would bring throngs of people into Harrisburg on the weekends and offer great food destinations throughout the week. And this became a clean city. And a real city. I was able to come in as Strawberry Square was being opened and expanding. I laughed at the plans I was shown to make Center City a clean and safe place to  shop and eat. There was a real Mayor in charge and was growing the region and being a visible figurehead in day to day stuff. Anytime that there was a shooting....Reed was there talking to the local news to reassure that he was in charge and working to solve the crime. If there was a fire at 3 AM, Reed was there to talk to media and calm the folks affected to reassure them. In 2009, voter apathy and false promises would see Steven Reed removed from office and replaced with a poser that will surely return this city to filth and crime. Now we have shootings on a steady basis and daylight muggings and robberies by restless teens and this person that they call Mayor is nowhere to be seen. She just hires her cronies and people that she gets to be her spokesperson walk out after a short time in position because they can't work with a moron. This city is going to Hell and fast, I was here the first time it was a hole and I'm afraid I'll see it again.

If you weren't here before 1982, sit back and watch as we go back in time instead of forward.

Friday, August 6, 2010

How I stopped shipping traffic

    It was early Summer and I think it was 1988 or 1989. I was putting a new roof on The Hampton Inn on the North end of Virginia Beach, a very nice place but roofers stayed at a dump in the city. We couldn't be trusted to not tear the place up and wreck the hotel bar. Little tourist kids might see how we were acting or a female family member may follow someone to their room for a good time. Someone's husband or father would show up and then there would be the fight that some little tourist kid might see. But I digress. The day we got there and were getting set up, we took a walk around the roof to see what we had to work with. One section overlooked the pool and the gang of us hung over the edge and watched a dude get an underwater present from his wife/girlfriend or whatever. She came up for air and saw us and started gagging......good thing the little tourist kids weren't around. Several days went by and we had a lot of the big work done and we were in the back section that overlooks the beach. We worked from dawn to dark. I got to watch some Navy Seal training maneuvers one night...it was a fun jobsite. 

     But you are here to hear the story of how I single handedly shut down the shipping lanes on the Eastern Seaboard for a night. I was the detail guy. While we were on the back section of the roof, we were told to not move the tripod. When we needed to lay that area, a couple of guys would hold it up and we worked around them and they held it in position. But hey, I had to re-flash the drain and seal it to the rubber we just put down. This tripod was in my way and I could not work around it, so I picked it up and laid it in the corner. I did my exceptional drain work and my area needed to dry and set up. And this tripod had very pointy prongs on the legs and I needed to make cushions so it wouldn't puncture the rubber. I figured there would be no harm in that thing being in the corner overnight.

     We got up the next day, rolled to Waffle House for breakfast (we weren't in a big hurry that day) and headed back to the hotel. We also were not allowed to use the indoor access to the roof because of whatever, so I banged a ladder and was the first guy up. And there they were. Two guys dressed in black suits and looking like they were going to arrest someone. They were allowed to use the indoor roof access, and the badges may have had something to do with that. Man in Black #1 says to me, "Who removed the sensor in the back?" Sensor?! I didn't see a sensor. I told him that it was I that moved the tripod over the drain so I could work. Man in Black #2 says, "Do you have any idea what that is?" I replied that I thought it was a rain gauge and since the weather was looking good, it was fine laying in the corner. MiB #1 is shocked. SHOCKED that was unaware of what it really was. MiB #2 then asks if I really had no idea of what I moved and I didn't know any clearer English to explain that I was dead serious.

     Then they escorted me to the back roof section and explained to me that several buildings along the shore have these sensors so they can reflect radar to help guide ships as they move along the coast. As I looked out at the horizon, there they were. At least 10 ships just sitting in a line. I helped put the tripod back into its' EXACT location and explained again that I had no idea that was what I moved. MiB #1 pulls out a radio and lets someone else know that the situation was under control and restored to normal. I got a very stern warning to never touch that device or any like it without contacting authorities. One  by one, you could see ships starting starting to move on the horizon. It's amazing how much technology has advanced over the years. We laughed and shook hands and they went away and I finished my drain and we all went to the bar.

     They never asked for my ID or my name, thankfully. At that time, the anti government movement was starting to grow and I had done some things that put me on a watch list. A few years later, it got bigger and I was in a warehouse in a residential Harrisburg neighborhood engraving serial numbers into antique Russian assault rifles. Some high profile mailing or such had my name linked to them and I was reaffirmed on this watch list. This was all prior to 9/11/2001. Today, if this was all added up, I would be sitting in a prison and labeled as a terrorist.

Monday, March 8, 2010

DEAD PEASANT INSURANCE - You won't believe this!


Your boss wants you DEAD.








It seems that major corporations in America have been secretly buying life insurance policies on their employees, especially the low-level ones. You die, they win, even after you leave the company. In a lot of circumstances, the families don't get anything. The company tries its hardest to keep the policy a secret. If I bought a life insurance policy on my neighbor, I would have a vested interest in his death. How is this any different?

You don't believe me? Check this out.......


Among the corporations that have bought such insurance (Corporate-owned life insurance (COLI), nicknamed "janitors' " or "dead peasants' " insurance, are AT&T, Dow Chemical, Nestle USA, Procter & Gamble, Walt Disney and Wal-Mart. Corporations gain not merely from the tax-free life insurance benefits they receive when current or former employees die but also can borrow money against these policies. Many companies even deducted the interest on these loans from their taxes.

In 1996 Congress moved to limit such deductions, and the IRS has sued some 80 corporations, including Winn-Dixie and American Electric Power, to collect back taxes on such loans. Still, companies benefit. They are not taxed on gains within a life insurance policy; in effect, these policies amount to tax-free investments for businesses.

Critics have compared these life insurance policies to those purchased by some American slaveholders on the lives of their slaves, who also were unaware of such policies held by their owners. Finally, someone is going to do something about this practice which at the very least is immoral and should be illegal.

Congress recently tried to crack down on the practice, to the howls of the insurance industry -- which earlier this year managed to derail reforms. The companies say profits from the policies can help offset the increased cost of employee benefits and enhance the businesses bottom lines.

In a nation where millions of full-time workers have no health insurance, maybe if we prevent companies from betting on the death of their employees, they’ll invest in the health of their employees.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Sounds and Smells

I don't want this to ramble on or start sounding like Andy Rooney from 60 Minutes. But it could happen. Just be warned.

As I was sitting on my balcony smoking a fine cigar and trying to forget about the job that is killing me more everyday, I started to think about the noises and smells that I used to dislike but now I don't seem to mind anymore. I have always loved the sound of a loud car or motorcycle, but other people find those sounds offensive or annoying. I can be in a deep conversation, but if a bike goes racing up the street, my head will snap and I will look for the ride. Now I don't live on a tree-lined little street, so I don't worry about kids and dogs getting plowed. I live next to a big artery type of street and I ain't giving the address or you bastards may drop by when I'm getting some Hack time. My point is that alot of traffic goes by my house and the gear head in me just loves to hear the sound of a nice V8 or a badass V-twin go by. Other people complain about the noise, but I love that sound. Actually the traffic driving by sings me to sleep at night and with the good comes the bad. I also live on the direct route to 2 local hospitals in the city and the EMTs and cops in this town love to play with their sirens. You learn to trade off. I also share my parking lot with a pizza place...oh the smells coming from that joint! Which means that I have to hear what I assume is music, but it is up so loud all I hear is the license plate vibrating over the pounding bass. I like some loud music as much as the next guy, but c'mon. I don't want anybody to think that I'm singling anyone out....cause I'm not. I happen to like a good rap song once in awhile and I would feel the same no matter what music I am forced to listen to. But, it's that person's choice to listen to what they like and I don't control that, nor would I want to.

With this being a huge street leading into the city, I also get to hear my share of gun fire. I counted 4 or 5 shots one night sitting on my balcony. But since it came from a poor neighborhood, I heard no police responding. Imagine that. As long as you ain't shooting at me or mine, go ahead. Who am I to stop ya. If a stray does come my way, expect return fire however. I love the sound of guns too.

I was raised in a very small town and the sounds were boring except for the cars and bikes downtown on Friday and Saturday nights. Forget Cialis, fire up a V-twin or a small/big-block Chevy and I'm ready to go! Hell, I even dig the sound of well tuned crotch rocket on occasion for that matter. I also like to hear dogs bark. Not forever because their owner is a pompous douche that keeps his animal on a chain outside all night kind of barking dog, but a happy barking dog. I think that covers the sound part of this program.

Now we will get to the smells. I already mentioned my pizza neighbors...oh, the bread baking for rolls on a Sunday morning! Imagine that and breathe in! I get it all the time. Something that used to annoy the piss out of me was tobacco smoke...especially the smarmy assholes smoking cigars. Inconsiderate scrotum sacks, the bunch of 'em. Funny how now that I smoke cigars, those guys are pretty fuckin' nice people. Rather cordial too, I might add.......ready to buy you a drink and start a conversation. Now that would be those rich cigar smokers cause I ain't buying you shit. Before I started smoking them, I was with my brother-in-law and his ball and chain, out for what would become a long and drunken night of dancing with chubby girls, drinking Jack Daniels and vomitting. We stopped at this club for some drinks and a little grub, when this rich fat guy came in and started to fight with the bartenders until he got us a hottie and he kept her there for us. He then pulls out this beautiful smelling cigar and asked if we would mind. I told him that you bought it Pal, light it up. He paid our entire bar tab! God, I loves me some rich people. Now I grew up in a house where my Dad smoked the unfiltered Pall Malls, so I was used to the smell of cigarettes but I wasn't pleased with the smell. As I got older I realized that it was something I could deal with as long as the smoke wasn't in my face. If that's what you want to do...who am I to stop ya? I try to be considerate of others while I am accelerating my death by toxic gas, but the smell does move around. I really do love the smell of a good cigar. And when someone lights up a little pot around me, so what. That has an alright smell even tho I don't smoke it myself any longer. I believe that as adults we have a reasonable right to do things we find enjoyable, within reason.
Of course the line does have to be drawn somewhere. I won't smoke a cigar in a restaurant, even in a smoking area. That smell is not everyone's favorite smell, just like I try not to fart at the dinner table.....same reason.
George Carlin once said that smoking sections in eateries are like peeing sections in pools. What we find enjoyable might not be the same for others. I try to be aware of that. But if it's after 10 and I light a cigar, don't come and ask me to put it out. I'll stab ya in front of your kids.

I'll try to wrap this up. My biggest bitch is people talking on cell phones loud enough to be heard 3 rows away at a Rush concert. Hey dickhead! You are not that important. I work in the industry and I hate talking on those things. My conversations look and sound like I'm in the mob. I get to the point, quietly and I hang up.(Ooooohhh)
Nothing pisses me off more than hearing everything about some woman's day and how her yeast infection has finally cleared up so she can go out clubbin' and get her groove on. Or how Jordan's such a soccer superstar and all the other boys like him alot and Tiffany wants a diamond bracelet for her 5th birthday or she will die. A) Jordan is going to end up being gay (not that there is anything wrong with that) and B) Tiffany is going to grow up to be an annoying little bitch that will develop a drinking problem and drive her husband to suicide. And remember E.F. Hutton? I don't care what he has to say or where your investments are or about the affair you are having with that little Mexican piece of ass that cleans your office. SHUT UP! You can get all of that from a cell phone conversation.

That will do for now. Go out and do what you find enjoyable as long as it isn't listening to really loud music or chaining your dog outside or talking on your cellphone.

Peace and love to all of you.


Being a Kid - Then and Now

....and I seem to be stuck on a theme. This might seem like a joke but it is not very far from the truth. It sure seems that the time for growing up has changed somewhat. Things have really changed in the 40 years since I was 7.....take a look.


SCHOOL -- 1969 vs. 2009

Scenario: Johnny and Mark get into a fistfight after school.


1969 - Crowd gathers. Mark wins. Johnny and Mark shake hands and end up buddies.
2009 - Police called, SWAT team arrives, arrests Johnny and Mark. The law charges them with assault, both are expelled even though Johnny started it.
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Scenario: Jeffrey won't be still in class, disrupts other students.


1969 - Jeffrey sent to office and given a good paddling by the Principal. Returns to class, sits still and does not disrupt class again.
2009 - Jeffrey given huge doses of Ritalin. Becomes a zombie. Tested for ADD. School gets extra money from state because Jeffrey has a disability.

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Scenario: Billy breaks a window in his neighbor's car and his Dad gives him a whipping with his belt.


1969 - Billy is more careful next time, grows up normal, goes to college, and becomes a successful businessman.
2009 - Billy's Dad is arrested for child abuse. Billy removed to foster care and joins a gang. State psychologist tells Billy's sister that she remembers being abused as well and their Dad goes to prison. Billy's Mom has affair with psychologist.

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Scenario: Mark gets a headache and takes some aspirin to school.


1969 - Mark shares aspirin with Principal, who also has a headache, out on the smoking dock.
2009 - Police called, Mark expelled from school for drug violations. His car is searched for drugs and weapons.

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Scenario: Pedro fails high school English.


1969 - Pedro goes to summer school, passes English, goes to college.
2009 - Pedro's cause is taken up by state. Newspaper articles appear nationally explaining that teaching English as a requirement for graduation is racist. ACLU files class action lawsuit against state school system and Pedro's English teacher. English banned from core curriculum. Pedro given diploma anyway but ends up mowing lawns for a living because he cannot speak English.

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Scenario: Johnny takes apart leftover firecrackers from 4th of July, puts them in a model airplane paint bottle, blows up a red ant bed.


1969 - Ants die.
2009 - BATF, Homeland Security, FBI called. Johnny charged with domestic terrorism, FBI investigates parents, siblings removed from home, computers confiscated, Johnny's Dad goes on a terror watch list and is never allowed to fly again.

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Scenario: Johnny falls while running during recess and scrapes his knee. He is found crying by his teacher, Mary. Mary hugs him to comfort him.


1969 - In a short time, Johnny feels better and goes on playing.
2009 - Mary is accused of being a sexual predator and loses her job. She faces 3 years in State Prison. Johnny undergoes 5 years of therapy.

Whatever Happened To Being A Kid


After reading news headlines over the past couple of years, I really have to question being a kid and how kids are raised and treated.

Growing up then

You must first understand that I grew up in the 60’s and 70’s. And the first bastard that makes a comment about tye died clothes will get a punch in the jaw. Back then things were different. We never had ADD, CNN, ADHD, Dr. Phil or Hyperactivity. This didn’t evolve until after I grew up and didn’t get to use it to my benefit. I’ll tell ya what we did have......BELT.


Oh Hell yeah, black or brown, a very limited choice. And they only came in leather. No cloth or plastic pansy assed shit for us! To this day, I would not call that abuse or ever say I was abused.

It was what we used to call disciplined, something that doesn’t happen today. We never had a time out, stood in the corner, loss of a video game and stuff like that. We were kept in line. We didn’t throw tantrums in a store and have no recourse. Parents were allowed to spank their kids without fear of having the law called in to remove the kids and arrest the parents.

And guess what?! I’m pretty normal in my eyes.

We never sat around the house all day and night playing video games. You younger people might want to sit down for this....we played OUTSIDE. We even had a house with green grass and some dirt that we called a backyard. And we used the shit out of it. We built treehouses, made forts, played ball, and generally ran around. We didn’t see alot of fat kids then. We got them in High School. We rode our bicycles and roller skated with no helmets.....if I ever got hurt, I must’ve hit my noggin hard enough to not recall it.

We never used car seats in my day. We stood up in the back seat and slapped our brothers and sisters and behaved ourselves. Parents had longer arms back then and they could reach back and crack you to bring you back to control. If that didn’t work...a nice jab to the brake pedal would get your attention. Back in the day, alot of cars didn’t have seat belts in the back anyhow. Riding in pickup trucks?! Forget about it. We sat in the bed many times and enjoyed the fresh air and didn’t have to hear our parents jabber on about grown up shit. And I never, ever heard of any kids falling out of a pick up truck bed.

Did I ever think of calling someone to remove me from these dangerous and abusive environs? NO. This was normal life.

Growing up now

Kids today are homeschooled, coddled, over priveleged and pampered. And childhood obesity is thru the roof. We can blame fast food and microwave food for alot of this. Today a kid doesn’t get to be a kid. I can’t speak at length to this because I am not living it now. I just go by what I see. It is getting really hard to go anywhere without hearing someone’s little crotch fruit throwing a fit and dominating the parent-child dynamic. Kids can’t be corrected in public for fear of being visited by child services. At home, you have to worry about someone who wants to play nanny. You have kids sitting in front of a tv or computer or playing a "video game". Then you have Dr. Phil telling you how to raise your kids.

Kids today cannot even spell and the constant text messaging is only making it worse. The classes they are getting in school are mere shells of what they used to be. And gym class?! It is called physical education for a reason. We used to have the class outside and pick teams and sometimes I would get picked last. And I am still alive. We used to play tag and kill ball. Try it today.

And for the record, I am not telling anyone how to raise a child. I’m making some obsevations and welcome any feedback....good or bad.

By the way, here is a newsflash...Dr. Phil is not a doctor. He lost that credential a long time ago. He is a doctor like Al Sharpton is a reverend. Sorry to burst that bubble, turn the fucker off...just be a parent.

And what is with the ever growing examples of little kids being handcuffed, tasered and arrested for stupid shit? It is shocking! Read thru this list and be as appalled as I am. It’s happening all over the country at an alarming rate by people who you trust your kids to everyday.



FLORIDA - It was a typical scuffle between two youngsters - some name-calling, a slap on the face, a punch to the stomach. After it was over, however, Tallahassee police handcuffed the 8-year-old boy who picked the fight and took him to a juvenile facility Monday night, charging him with misdemeanor battery and criminal mischief. "This was children’s stuff, a disagreement between two neighborhood kids," said attorney Kathy Garner, now representing first-grader Isaac Sutton, who turned 8 last month. The boy’s case was made public by his mother, Pamela Kelly. "He just needs a good talking-to," Garner said Tuesday. "This doesn’t need to be handled in the judicial system."  Assistant City Attorney Rick Courtemanche, the Tallahassee Police Department’s legal adviser, said the arresting officer decided there was enough evidence to arrest the 4-foot-10, 70-pound boy. And city policy requires officers to handcuff juveniles when taking them to the county’s Juvenile Assessment Center, he added.

NEW YORK - The New York Civil Liberties Union today condemned the treatment of a 13-year-old girl who was arrested after she wrote the word "okay" on her school desk. According to news reports, Chelsea Fraser was handcuffed and placed under arrest in front of her classmates at the Dyker Heights Intermediate School on March 30. Police demanded that Fraser empty her pockets and take off her belt before handcuffing her and leading her out of the school and into the back of a police car. Fraser faces charges of criminal mischief and writing graffiti.

SOUTH CAROLINA - A South Carolina woman decided her son was so out of line when he stole the Game Boy Advance she had purchased as his Christmas present that she had the 12 year-old arrested. He was charged, as a juvenile, with petty larceny.

FLORIDA - Police used a stun gun on a 6-year-old boy in his principal’s office because he was wielding a piece of glass and threatening to hurt himself, officials said Thursday. The boy, who was not identified, was shocked with 50,000 volts on Oct. 20 at Kelsey Pharr Elementary School.

COLORADO- An eight-year-old Colorado boy is suspended from school for sniffing a permanent marker. The third grader colored a stripe on his shirt with the marker... and then smelled his shirt. The teacher sent him to the principal, and the third grader was suspended for three days.

FLORIDA - A 10-year-old girl brought a knife to her school in Ocala, Fla., last week and used it in the cafeteria to cut her steak; she now faces a felony weapons charge. Teachers at Sunrise Elementary School told Marion County sheriff’s deputies they seized the 4-1/2 inch steak knife last week when they saw the female student, aged 10, using it in the school cafeteria to cut the steak she was eating, Ocala.com reports. The teachers called police.

MASSACHUSETTS - The parents of two boys in Whitman, Mass., are upset their kids were arrested and shackled by police for illegal skateboarding. The parents say the boys were shackled before being taken to a juvenile court, the Boston Herald reported Wednesday. "It’s absurd," Stephanie Saltzman said. "My son is 12 years old and all he was doing is skateboarding. I mean, you gotta be kidding me." Saltzman’s son, Josh, and 14-year-old neighbor, Ryan Maxwell, were arrested last week when a police officer caught them skateboarding on a street. A town bylaw prohibits using skateboards or other devices to "coast or slide" along public streets. Town officials did not comment but said police would not arrest kids unless their actions were more severe. The arresting officer declined comment. The boys said they were only skateboarding in front of their homes and they complied with the officer without protest.


The only thing I can say is.....WOW