I Am Bee Mice Elf

“It ain't what they call you, it's what you answer to.” ~W.C. Fields

White Trash and Niggers

Written By: IAmBeeMiceElf - Aug• 15•13

It is said that children are like clay.  All our actions and words will mold that child into the adults they become.  The less than positive impressions we make on them will forever be the scars they show to the world.  Charles R. Swindoll said “Prejudice is a learned trait. You’re not born prejudiced; you’re taught it.”  It’s funny, the things we teach our kids to fear or hate because of how those things were impressed on us when we were children, taught to us by our own parents.

This picture has popped up on my Facebook newsfeed several times now.  While I have not seen anyone “defend” the family in the red SUV at Tim Horton’s, I know there are people who agree about “dirty bikers” and cross the street or hold their pocketbooks and children a little closer when they see these “dirt bags” coming.

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Original Link as far as I know. 😀

To the family in the red SUV at Tim Horton’s today.
Yes I am a big 280 lbs guy with motorcycles and a full of tattoos, I am a welder, I am loud,
I drink beer, I swear and I look like I would eat your soul if you stare at me wrong.

What you don’t know is that I have been happily married for 11 years, my kids call me daddy, I am a college graduate, my mother is proud of me and tells everyone how lucky she is to have such a wonderful son, my nieces and nephews are always happy to see there m’nonci Luc, when my daughter broke her arm I cried more than she did. I read books, I help people, I go out of my way to thank war veterans and I even cried at Armageddon…

So next time I smile and say hi to your little girl and you grab her and tell her “No no dear we don’t talk to dirty bikers” remember that even tho you hurt my feelings this “dirty biker” would be the first person to run into your burning house to save your little girls gold fish so she wouldn’t be sad!!!!

Maybe you feel “justified” in your prejudice.  Maybe you use the term “nigger” because a black person done you wrong.  Maybe your “white trash” neighbor was a drunk who beat his wife and kids and kicked his dog.    These are the things that were impressed upon you, and that is the scar you want to give your children.  Hey, they’re your kids, you can screw them up any way you want.  The thing is, the only thing that makes your impression “truth” is your belief in it.  What? Well, if I don’t think bikers are white trash, it’s because it was not impressed in my clay, it is not “truth” for me.

MY “truth” is, when my family needed help, the only ones who could, or would, do ANYTHING, were “white trash” and “niggers”.   After many years of living with a physically and emotionally abusive alcoholic, my mother met one of the greatest men I will ever have met in my life.  The joy and elation was short lived, as, he was diagnosed with cancer and went through chemo until the day he died after an agonizing, painful death.  His adult children proved to be (without exaggeration!) the physical embodiment’s of Satan on earth – going so far as to shut the gas and electric in the house we were living in and calling the insurance company and telling them not to pay my mother the piddly, just enough to bury him, insurance policy because his cancer was a preexisting condition.

My mother, was working full time, getting NO child support, and raising 2 teenage girls and a tween, completely on her own.  Struggling single woman living alone with 3 young girls is prey to real scum bags (aka NOT “white trash bikers” and “niggers”) – the perfect opportunity to exploit and manipulate someone in need.  THE BEST part is that, we were far from “in need” of anything this particular scum bag could give us.  We had each other, we had family who would never let us fall, and we had “white trash” and “niggers” to back us up.

It started with the whistles and cat calls from his house to ours.  He was the park manager and he lived in the trailer across the street with his wife and kids. (yeah, yeah,,, go ahead, a defensive white trash blog from a girl who lived in a trailer — fuck you, I had a roof over my head and it was paid for with dollars from an honest days work, and there’s NEVER any shame in THAT!) …. He would whistle at my 15 year old girl friends.  He would tell my mother she could skip the lot rent for “favors in lieu of”.  He had a key to our mailbox (in case we moved out in the middle of the night with our key, or some dumb shit like that,)

We called the police – he didn’t break any laws.  We called the park owner – they’ll “talk” to him.  Of course he denied it – his wife and kids backed him up.  He would have his friends come over and sit in lawn chairs facing our house (so we couldn’t, and didn’t want to, sit outside), he would get his daughters young friends to try and pick fist fights with us (as if he was fighting us vicariously through them and they couldn’t press charges because we were all underage, not that we ever took the bait.)

ENTER: “white trash” and “niggers”… on motorcycles, in classic cars, in old white trash beater cars, on foot — they popped the trunks of their cars to display arsenals of rifles, handguns, shotguns — maybe a machine gun and grenade or two ((the statute of limitations have long since expired and they were probably legal then, it was the mid 80’s)) They sat on our porch, on their bikes and in our house.  By the time the trail of road dust had settled and beers were being cracked open — across the street, blinds were closed and curtains were drawn.

The next day, when everyone had gone –  the scum rose to the top — “What are you gonna do now? Your biker friends aren’t here! Your nigger friends aren’t here?”   So that night…. and every night – until the day they moved out, quickly and unexpectedly, a month later – our “white trash biker” and “nigger” friends came over and protected my family. I firmly believe – you always find exactly what you’re looking for.  What I find is that class has NOTHING to do with money and “nigger” is usually used by the white people who define the word.

Dear Carlos Danger

Written By: IAmBeeMiceElf - Aug• 02•13

I am not in your constituency.  I am not your peer or your friend.  Actually, I could NOT care less about you personally.  This is completely for my selfish purposes – but I assure you – it is 100% beneficial to you as well.   I truly want you to take your “lessons learned” and apply them to your life as well as your politics.  Buuuuut…. I want you to use the REAL lesson you learned, not the lesson you want us to think you learned.  Not the canned, dry, flat, rehearsed, publicist dream lesson, but the life changing, eye opening, I GET IT lesson.  The lessons that truly make you a smarter, if not better, person.

First and above all we learned, we’re never really sorry for “the deed” we are apologizing for.  We’re sorry we got caught.  I say we because, let’s be honest… well… he who is without sin…  As many a silly man before you has learned, the downfall is not in the cheating, it’s in the gold digging tart you cheated with.  Anthony Weiner was ahead in the polls, the public was well on it’s way to forgiving him… and then…. up pops a tart.  Your statement to the press was “I told you there would be more.”   —>The lesson you thought you learned was, if you give full disclosure in the beginning, people should be forgiving when they prove to be true.  The lesson you should have learned, stop fooling around with toaster pastry!  If you’re not smart enough to find a woman who has just as much to lose by getting caught, than at least have the common sense and decency to sext your wife. This is where most men fail.  They go looking for Oz over the rainbow when it was in their own back yard the whole time. Your wife is a filthy whore! It’s okay, trust me, she loves it! Send her juicy messages about how you can’t wait to get home to soap up her dirty little body in the shower and give her a good spanking!  If your wife really is the “wear granny panties and only put out on your anniversary and Christmas” DON”T run for political office – I guarantee you will go looking for it elsewhere, and with all that pent up not gettin any she has built, I don’t want to be near that fan when she lets it go after you’re caught.

Part of Anthony’s undoing was his own screw up -a self induced accidental “disclosure”- The lesson you thought you learned was “make sure you check your “To:” carefully before you hit send. The lesson you should have learned: There is NO privacy. NONE! Not anywhere. There is no “delete.” There is no “undo.” If it’s on an electronic device it is “out there” and it is retrievable. ((In the natural course of events– don’t start sending me crap “what if I throw it in acid??”)) I also appreciate politicians who “get it done” – I just wish more people were in office who “got done” what I think is important, and not so much the laws that say we shouldn’t feed the homeless. If you are elected I want you to use your powers for good and not waste my time telling me what size soda I’m allowed to posses in the movie theater (but that rant is for another day and another blog). We NEED someone to watch the watchers. If you are elected I want you to realize there are people out there that can and will use your information against you. They will take it totally out of context and use it to their end to ruin you. “You” of course, being “us”. I want you to fight these types of laws. I will ALWAYS vote “third party” so this is no endorsement for Rand Paul either – but when he fights for the freedoms of Americans to not be killed by unmanned drones in our sleep with no due process, I want you to stand with him. I want you to realize the power you have to fight for the people. The people who like to send naked pictures of themselves, and get back naked pictures of grown women, the people who like to look up crock pot recipes and shop on-line for school supplies. Encourage whistle blowers who are fighting for our privacy rights. Repeal laws that make people afraid to speak up and pass laws that keep your politician peers out of our underwear!

Carlos Danger! I think you know these things already. You’re a pig! I like that ::wink wink:: You are far more “real” than your doppelganger Anthony. I would vote for you in a second!

Anthony Wiener, you’re an insincere self serving politician. You had a good thing going. I would and could fully support you, except for one thing. You apologized for something you shouldn’t have apologized for. You weren’t sorry for e-wanking, you’re sorry you got caught.

What’s the Frequency Kenneth?

Written By: IAmBeeMiceElf - May• 18•13

Test! This is only a test.

In the event of an actual emergency, I would hope you’d be running and not reading my blog.

I was just thinking…. if the world ends the second I hit “post”, these will be my last words.

But the world is not going to end – because this was only a test 😀