Yes, there remain those, hardheaded, rude and bullies still among us,
that seem to only understand one thing!
Yes, a good old, honest to goodness
Ass-kicking!

The Old Fashioned Ass-Kicking


What haunts the night this day in time I ask? Who is it among us that has rendered us captive as a society resting in fear? Oh, not all, but yes, many live as prisoners among us, vaulted tightly behind windows stapled in iron clad alarm.

Who is it among us I ask, that causes the heart of our elderly to tremble and quake in daily trepidation and fear?
Where are those who masquerade among us by day as friends, and by night move about under a cloak of dark, swarthy and evil?

I was raised against the innocent backdrop of the fifties, when our doors remained unlocked in home, as well as did the doors of churches now shut. For these by night that haunt our presence, have no sense of sacred, right or wrong, but merely steal about as predators of the worst type.

They prey upon all weaker and smaller, who are unable to fight back, yes bullies from hell each and all! Their targets remain often the gentler of spirit, those, willing to die peaceably rather than to violate their conviction, by implementing their inherent right to protect themselves, offering both an ideal in life, as well as proclaimed in death.

Yes, these among us who infect their daily and raw affliction upon our young and old alike, while none seem to lay hold of an answer to such barbary and indecent conduct. No sword do we seem to possess this day to wield in our protest, no Superman, nor Mighty Mouse to come to the rescue, just in a nick of time! Alas, we have only we, ourselves and us.

Our streets no more, can our women and children walk, not as when I was young, and could wander so free. Yes, we speak of the good old days.... and may we do so again.
Oh, not all was perfect, by no means ever is, yet the heart of man as a whole, rested in a greater sense of decency to be certain!

We had not those in number, as we do this day in time, that stampeded and ravaged like a great army of war. Yes, they pillage and destroy swinging fear as their sword, while they stand armed to the teeth, thus declaring the roaring cowardice of their very soul!

Yes, in my day, we settled disputes among men generally in honor swinging fists, for the man who drew the knife, was indeed the man stamped as coward that day!
Were their those then, as well as this day, that felt only power when holding the bigger bat? Yes, but they remained the outcasts of our society, and duly earned, because of these attributes they bore. For all thought of honor, and entertained daily thoughts of decency, in that day of old.

Nostalgia, hmmm, the flight of mind so sweet!

When as children we ran free, and women could walk as willed, and men settled disputes as men!
Oh yes, we fought with fists freely in those days, seldom did any deem it worthy of bothering the authorities with such events. Yes, crude perhaps, these manly and macho displays of manhood with fists flying, yet it was more than not, done in honor always. Can true honor be found in such violence and crudeness many rightly ask ? Seldom I would say, yet there remains quite some difference between yesterday and today!

I know not how we in our attempt to advance ourselves in civilization over the past forty years, have ended up in a more violent society? Perhaps some of the old lessons we used to dole out to the thieves and warped of mind in our day were good lessons, that caused some to reverse their stance of conduct in the future! I must say this, to this day at fifty-two years old, I can take one look at a man, and tell if he has ever been belted in the mouth! For a man by his very attitude and stance, often tells the tale, for generally the rudest among us have never been smacked in the mouth! Hence their rudeness continues to run rampant.

No, I must admit, being belted in the mouth when young, and often in some hardheaded cases, teaches us respect, quick and simple! We learn not to toss that racial remark out ever again! We learn quickly not to abuse women or children, or animals as well!
Yes, by someone being the true mentor when young, and smacking us right in the mouth when we deserved it!

I laugh, as I admit this method of instilling respect of old, remains archaic at best, and truly rather crude I admit, and I wish chatting would do the trick! Yet I have found in my own walk in life, that there remain those Neanderthal in nature, that literally understand nothing, but a swift kick in the ass, and a mouth full of fist! Yes, an old fashioned honest to goodness ass-kicking!

No, all I can attest to, is that in regard to evil bullies running rampant, we had a better handle on things then I think, yet ... we surely didn't insofar as equal rights for people of color, or women, now did we? Hmmm, how curious indeed is it not? How a society can progress, advance and excel, as it rescinds and unwinds in the very same breath?
Yes, so many questions, and so few answers indeed.
Peace,
Rodney Evan Bohen
www.rodneybohen.com