There was another in what seems like an endless parade of stupid multiple postings on Facebook that my wife showed me. The more I attempt to ignore Facebook, the more it seems like trying to escape the ancient party line telephone system I grew up with on the farm. It was haunted by my grandmother, my great aunts and any number of busy bodies (male and female) who listened in and then chimed in later knowing only a fraction of the facts of whatever phone call they were spying on.
If I dared attempt a call to a buddy asking advice on whether or not a certain seventh grade girl liked me, it would return to my mother that the girl was pregnant and I was headed to perdition. It traumatized me to the point that to this day I am unable to carry on any sort of lengthy private telephone conversation. I often call people and hang up before communicating the very reason for the call.
Anyway, this was the same old crap. A mother is ticked at a (completely defenseless coach) for perceived sins against her utterly innocent and angelic child and spills her guts out on Facebook. It was then taken up by a half dozen others who have had similar life experiences with rotten teachers and coaches and it’s not what you can do but who you are and what your name is and the schools have had it in for your family since 1912 and bla, bla, bla, yada, yada, yada.
Meanwhile, the educator (sometimes a medical professional or retailer, almost always someone who can’t answer back) is eviscerated and their friends are afraid to join in this moronic hen peck to defend them.
Here is a thought. If a coach or teacher does your kid wrong, or a retailer sells you a washing machine or chainsaw that doesn’t work, or you bring home string cheese growing mold, how about placing a personal telephone call to the coach, or administrator or grocery retailer with the complaint. Or make a personal visit, since you probably haven’t seen the light of day in months and the vitamin D would do you good. It might stun and amaze you getting a first hand view from the person who supposedly aggrieved you.
Or here’s another thought. Just shut the hell up.
Here’s my experience from almost 50 years ago. A coach, beloved by my older brother (a senior captain two years ahead of me) and much respected by my parents, showed incredible disrespect to me as a junior reserve after I broke my collarbone in what I still consider the best hit I had as a benchwarmer needing a whole lot of seasoning. He wouldn’t let me ride the bus with the team to a game that decided the conference championship and a possible undefeated season. The pain in my shoulder was insignificant compared to the pain in my soul over that slight.
And my parent’s response pained me further. Suck it up. The world isn’t ending. The coach has his reasons. Maybe he didn’t want you tussled on the bus wearing your sling.
It was years later that I learned my dad had faced down this extremely successful coach, man to man, father of an aggrieved son to a coach who had let success blind his ability to empathize with the pain of a single player. Nobody but my mother knew. And nobody really knew my pain because we handled it as a family. Long story short, it led to a really successful senior year, as that coach departed for the college ranks and I funneled a lot of anger and frustration into the kind of training I needed to do to prove myself to the new coach, his top assistant.
What’s more, it created a bulldog, never say quit attitude that has worn well all these years. Had we had Facebook back then, or even if my dad had gotten on the party line and complained to his farmer friends, the outcome would have been much different and I’m pretty sure not near so positive.
That was 49 years ago and I think it’s still relevant to how to overcome adversity, which is a lot different than the goofballs in the U.S. Congress dragging out Richard Nixon’s architect of his fall, John Dean.
It was bizarre watching this disgraced dinosaur attempt to give the fanatical Democrat Gerald Nadler a pre-game warm up to the impeachment of Donald Trump (that Nancy Pelosi has all but squashed). Nadler and the rest believe in their heart of hearts that no one reads or remembers history, as he attempted to frame Dean as this innocent Nixon lieutenant who did right by the nation by ratting out his boss.
John Dean ratted Nixon out all right, directly after he had laid the groundwork for most of the illegal stuff pinned on Nixon with the help of a pretty much unhinged G. Gordan Liddy. It’s just that Dean was the first rat to jump ship to save his own skin.
Nadler was strutting around Dean like he was a survivor of the landing on Omaha Beach, when in fact, he is a disbarred felon and his lone claim to fame was being smart enough to save himself from hard prison time.
The biggest difference here, however, is that actual crimes were committed with Nixon’s knowledge. People were charged. They were sent to prison. The President resigned. After two years of exhaustive investigation, Robert Mueller and his team found no crimes that can be pinned on President Trump.
I heard one conservative commentator explain it this way. Nadler would have been better off calling on the ghost of James Dean. It would have made better theater.
I apologize now for being a history geek. I know historical fact at times gets in the way of perfectly good hysteria. In Ottumwa earlier this week, Joe Biden explained why he has flip-flopped on supporting the Hyde Amendment (part of a 1976 appropriations bill that helped avoid another American civil war) which simply says Medicaid (federal and state tax dollars) will not pay for an abortion unless the woman’s life is in danger or the pregnancy resulted from rape or incest. Biden said, “I still believe if there were, in fact, a means to which poor women would be able to access their constitutional right, and it was able to be paid for without taxpayers’ money, it should be done.”
Okay, other than the guy being a mental midget and apparently unaware of Planned Parenthood’s abortion industry, the right to abortion is not in the U.S. Constitution.
It’s not there in the original document or in any of the numerous Constitutional amendments. In fact, the Supreme Court decision allowing for legal abortions via Roe v Wade has never been codified into federal law let alone placed in the Constitution.
If you don’t believe me, look it up. Better yet, consult somebody on Facebook.