Seathing Hot RAGE
Have you ever felt that seething hot rage that envelops you until all you want to do is strike at what caused it? That anger that makes you want to go out into the night looking for a fight? The kind where you hope someone will say something so you can blast them one and have a good fight? I have. I felt it tonight in fact. Why did I feel it? I'll tell you. I saw an animal come into my yard about an hour ago. A two legged animal. I didn't recognize it (him I thought at the time) so I watched from my window....it walked up to my window, looked straight at me, grabbed my snow shovel and ran. It stole my shovel knowing I was watching. My reaction? I grabbed my boken (the claymore is akward and would have required unsheathing), threw my shoes on, and off into the night I went. I chased it. I chased it down the street, until I lost sight of it. And I wasn't going to yell, threaten, or demand anything. I was out for blood. I felt like I imagine Bruce banner does when he becomes the hulk, like a shark with the scent of blood. I didn't even care about the shovel anymore. Even on my non-existant bank roll the shovel was unimportant. It was that this fucking animal had the gall to just take it like that.
That it knew so little fear that it felt it could come into a man's yard and take his things. That he knew nothing would happen to it, because either the shovel's owner would be unable to find him, or if they did, they'd be to afraid to do anything about it. And that he knew the police could and would do nothing, because it was a petty thing, that they had more important matters to deal with. And it would have been right. People are afraid, they don't belive they should do anything, that they should just let these animals do as they please. And it would have been right about the police too. The police here in Winnipeg are over taxed. They have too much on their plates tackling the RECORD NUMBER of murders this year. They can't afford to spend the time and manpower looking for a shovel, nor should they. They have important things to do, like tracking murderers, drug dealers and rapists. I don't fault the police, but I don't understand where we have failed as a society.
That's right, we failed. And I'll give you a few examples of where we, the ENTIRE HUMAN RACE has failed. Think back to when you were a child. It doesn't really matter where you grew up, be it a city, or in a small town like I did. Think about your neighbourhoods. Did you have this much crime? Would something (and I refer to them as things because they can't act human, then why should they be treated like humans) have had the balls to come into your yard and steal something while you watched them? I don't know about you, but where I grew up, and where my wife grew up the answer is no. And do you know why? Because people had respect. They understood that taking someone else's stuff was wrong, and that there would be consequences. No longer do they belive that I think. Another example, If the police stopped you, or someone called the police on you what would your response have been? I can tell you what mine would have been, I would have been paralyzed with fear. Why? Because my actions had consequences. I would have had to take responsibility for my wrongdoing, had it been petty theft of something like a shovel, or of a more serious crime. I would have been responsible, and I would have been punished.
Even now, as I listen to my angry music and write this, feeling the rage and adrenaline slowly drain from my body, fear creeps in. I'm afraid to mention that the animal that stole my shovel is a native, for fear that someone will call me predjudice. I feel fear that I might have been seriously hurt by this savage and it's friend. But you know what? The angry part of me doesn't care. I know where I live, and I know how I feel. I see all the horible things in this neighbourhood. The sniffers, the hookers, the punk kids no older then my eldest neice calling people stupid because they refuse to give them cigarettes. The permenant welfare bums who pop out kid after kid that they don't give a shit about, because it means a bigger cheque. The young teenage girls who are pregnant out to next week, happy because now they'll never have to work or go back to school again. Like the girl I saw months ago dressed in a Fila sweatshirt, Tommy Hilfinger jeans and Nike sneakers chatting away on her camera phone pushing an INFANT no older then my own daughter, dressed only in a dirty diaper, in an umbrella stroller.
I live in this hell hole, not because I want to, but because I have to. Because I have too much pride to beg the government to give me a cheque, like the majority of my neighbour hood. I remember when being on welfare, or being an unwed mother was a source of shame, not pride like it is today. And I think it was better that way. At least when you were ashamed of it, it happend less. I struggle looking for work, worrying every day if I will have enough money to buy my daughter food (not myself, because if I go hungry it's unpleasant, but if she goes hungry it's cruel) or keep a roof over our heads, while they worry about nothing, bitching because their cheque won't let them buy enough beer.
I think that they way things are today need changed. I think we need to take a look at some of the things people would consider heartless and cruel. I think it's a good idea to cane someone for spitting on the street, or throwing gum on it. I'm for a little bit more cutting off of hands when you catch a thief, maybe a little branding. And why should it matter that they're fourteen? You know what I heard on the news yesterday? Gangs of girls, the oldest being fucking 14 have become a new problem in downtown Winnipeg. They acost people and demand their money, cell phones, music players, anything valuable. You know why? Because they know they are so young that the worst that will happen to them is a slap on the wrist from the juvenile system. They need a good beating. Gather them up, bring them to say, the exchange district, and whip them. That's right, fucking get out that whip and give em ten or so lashes. And make sure those lashes leave scars. Show them that this type of behaviour WILL NOT be tolerated. Put the fear of the law back into them, because if someone doesn't I think before too long citizens, normal people like you and me, your friends, family, neighbours and mine are going to get fed up. I think that if things keep going like this before too long we're going to start hearing about mobs of people treating criminals with a little violence. And maybe that's a good thing.
That it knew so little fear that it felt it could come into a man's yard and take his things. That he knew nothing would happen to it, because either the shovel's owner would be unable to find him, or if they did, they'd be to afraid to do anything about it. And that he knew the police could and would do nothing, because it was a petty thing, that they had more important matters to deal with. And it would have been right. People are afraid, they don't belive they should do anything, that they should just let these animals do as they please. And it would have been right about the police too. The police here in Winnipeg are over taxed. They have too much on their plates tackling the RECORD NUMBER of murders this year. They can't afford to spend the time and manpower looking for a shovel, nor should they. They have important things to do, like tracking murderers, drug dealers and rapists. I don't fault the police, but I don't understand where we have failed as a society.
That's right, we failed. And I'll give you a few examples of where we, the ENTIRE HUMAN RACE has failed. Think back to when you were a child. It doesn't really matter where you grew up, be it a city, or in a small town like I did. Think about your neighbourhoods. Did you have this much crime? Would something (and I refer to them as things because they can't act human, then why should they be treated like humans) have had the balls to come into your yard and steal something while you watched them? I don't know about you, but where I grew up, and where my wife grew up the answer is no. And do you know why? Because people had respect. They understood that taking someone else's stuff was wrong, and that there would be consequences. No longer do they belive that I think. Another example, If the police stopped you, or someone called the police on you what would your response have been? I can tell you what mine would have been, I would have been paralyzed with fear. Why? Because my actions had consequences. I would have had to take responsibility for my wrongdoing, had it been petty theft of something like a shovel, or of a more serious crime. I would have been responsible, and I would have been punished.
Even now, as I listen to my angry music and write this, feeling the rage and adrenaline slowly drain from my body, fear creeps in. I'm afraid to mention that the animal that stole my shovel is a native, for fear that someone will call me predjudice. I feel fear that I might have been seriously hurt by this savage and it's friend. But you know what? The angry part of me doesn't care. I know where I live, and I know how I feel. I see all the horible things in this neighbourhood. The sniffers, the hookers, the punk kids no older then my eldest neice calling people stupid because they refuse to give them cigarettes. The permenant welfare bums who pop out kid after kid that they don't give a shit about, because it means a bigger cheque. The young teenage girls who are pregnant out to next week, happy because now they'll never have to work or go back to school again. Like the girl I saw months ago dressed in a Fila sweatshirt, Tommy Hilfinger jeans and Nike sneakers chatting away on her camera phone pushing an INFANT no older then my own daughter, dressed only in a dirty diaper, in an umbrella stroller.
I live in this hell hole, not because I want to, but because I have to. Because I have too much pride to beg the government to give me a cheque, like the majority of my neighbour hood. I remember when being on welfare, or being an unwed mother was a source of shame, not pride like it is today. And I think it was better that way. At least when you were ashamed of it, it happend less. I struggle looking for work, worrying every day if I will have enough money to buy my daughter food (not myself, because if I go hungry it's unpleasant, but if she goes hungry it's cruel) or keep a roof over our heads, while they worry about nothing, bitching because their cheque won't let them buy enough beer.
I think that they way things are today need changed. I think we need to take a look at some of the things people would consider heartless and cruel. I think it's a good idea to cane someone for spitting on the street, or throwing gum on it. I'm for a little bit more cutting off of hands when you catch a thief, maybe a little branding. And why should it matter that they're fourteen? You know what I heard on the news yesterday? Gangs of girls, the oldest being fucking 14 have become a new problem in downtown Winnipeg. They acost people and demand their money, cell phones, music players, anything valuable. You know why? Because they know they are so young that the worst that will happen to them is a slap on the wrist from the juvenile system. They need a good beating. Gather them up, bring them to say, the exchange district, and whip them. That's right, fucking get out that whip and give em ten or so lashes. And make sure those lashes leave scars. Show them that this type of behaviour WILL NOT be tolerated. Put the fear of the law back into them, because if someone doesn't I think before too long citizens, normal people like you and me, your friends, family, neighbours and mine are going to get fed up. I think that if things keep going like this before too long we're going to start hearing about mobs of people treating criminals with a little violence. And maybe that's a good thing.