I just thought I would tell my readers that read here all the time. My Father is in the hospital with his hip. For a while now, my Father has had problems with his hip and his leg. The pain, up till last night; has been bad but manageable. Well, last night, Dad’s pain took a turn for the worse.
Dad had been up at a family camping and fishing trip with my uncle and cousins. For the all of that trip, my Dad was in horrible pain; and last night my Father took all he could take and told me to take him to the hospital. I ended up staying at the hospital all night long. Needless to say, I will quite rough. I got some sleep here for a few hours thankfully, but I will be tired by this evening, I can tell you that.
What I can tell you is this; so far, the Doctor’s have found no blockages in his legs at all. So, they are running a battery of more tests to see if it is a pinched nerve or what. I will tell you this; seeing my poor 67-year-old Father literally crying in pain and agony, rips my heart out. š„ Mainly, because there is nothing that I can really do about the pain or even make it stop.
I know I was telling about my plans to go back to driving truck and how my little health issues delayed my getting back in the truck. Well, those are solved, for now at least. But, due to my Father’s issues, my plans on getting back into the truck are on hold for the time being. Until my Dad is pain-free and can get around like he could before; I will not be getting back into the truck. My motto is this: Family First, Career Second.
I will keep you posted on my Dad, I promise you all that. But now, I got to get to the hospital to see my Dad here shortly.
Please note: This report is not about racial hatred or bigotry; this is about the realities of living in Detroit and the out of control black hoodlums that control that city and the incompetent and racially biased Police that supposedly protect that god-forsaken city.
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This is a personal story for me, I live in the southern suburbs of Detroit. I grew up on the southwest side of Detroit, Michigan. I remember what southwest Detroit was like when I was a kid in the 1980’s. I also know what southwest Detroit is like now; and believe me, it is not any better. I saw this story over on Joseph Farah’s WorldNetDaily.com, and I thought, “You have got to be kidding me!” But, not they were not, I checked and sure enough this is a ongoing problem. I know right where this station is, believe it or not and yes, that is a very rough part of Detroit and personally would not want to live or work over there at night.
Here is the news video report from WND.com:
Story Quote:
Even the old-timers in Detroit never have seen anything like this: A mob of 40 black people moved into a convenience store and will not leave.
They say they now own it. They eat. Smoke. Cuss.Threaten. Spit. Rob. Sell drugs. All on video.
Police, ministers, neighbors, the store owner and just about everyone else seems powerless to stop them.
āItās a Bad Crew gas station,ā said one of the mob to the local Fox affiliate. āIf you donāt know what that is, I canāt even tell you.ā
The owner calls police, but nothing happens. The police ācome here and then they leave. Two minutes later they (the mob) are back.ā
Earlier this month, members of the Perfecting Church, one of Detroitās largest black congregations, counseled the members of the mob to stop their evil ways
Absolutely disgusting. š”
Here is a link to an earlier report on the same gas station with Church people pleading with black thugs to pweeeeze stop robbing this story. š Via Fox 2 Detroit:
DETROIT (WJBK) –
A Detroit man says his business is being held hostage by a group of teenagers who continually loiter inside and out of his gas station.
“There’s a lot of good people around here,” said the station owner, who wished to remain anonymous. But now, those good people aren’t coming as often to the Marathon station along W. 7 Mile Road on the city’s west side.
“This is a Bad Crew gas station,” said one teen loitering out front on Tuesday. When asked what that meant, he said, “If you don’t know, I can’t even tell you.”
Surveillance video obtained by FOX 2 shows as many as a dozen teens hanging out inside the store, smoking cigarettes, sitting on countertops and even spitting into sinks.
The owner says as many as 40 teens can be hanging out in front of the station at any time. “Destroying my store. Destroying my business,” said the owner.
He says his clerks are too frightened to take action against the teens and he’s worried that the loitering could lead to violence.
Detroit police have been called numerous times to the store, but the owner says right after officers disperse the crowd and leave the scene, the teens returns to their normal posts.
Leslie Cunningham, who lives nearby the station, says members from Marvin Winans’ Perfecting Church have recently been to the station to talk to the young people. “It’s out of hand,” said Cunningham. “We try to raise young people around here that they would be concerned and care about their area and this is what we have to contend with.”
The owner, and father of four, says he would walk away from his business if he didn’t owe so much on it.
Okay first of all; the only language that this young black thugs understand is the language of an end of a gun. If that station hired some ARMED guards, with say, a few AR-15’s modded for automatic fire, I tend to believe that these thugs would find somewhere else to hang out and rob. The only mentality that these black thugs understand is “survival of the fittest.” Because of this problem; this business owner is going to have to make some serious adjustments.
Again, this is not about racial bigotry or hatred. It is about reality. The reality is this: the reason why this is not being dealt with is because, when you have a black police force, black youth, who are committing the crimes are not going to be dealt with at all. Because in ghetto culture, “brother don’t cut another brother!” If you know what I mean. This credo dates back to the days of slavery, which when one slave would do something wrong, and another slave saw it; he had two choices, rat his fellow black brother out or keep his mouth closed. Most chose the latter. This is why you have black thugs running wild in the streets of Detroit. Because quite frankly, the Detroit cops do not care. As long as they are not murdering anybody; the police attitude is let them go.
Of course, the standard disclaimers and excuses will be rolled out by the City of Detroit. Ones like, “We do not have enough police.” “We don’t have enough money to have police around at all times.” But we who have lived in the city of Detroit. We know. That the fact is that minorities; black and latino, can do pretty any darned thing that they want to, as long as no one gets killed and the city police will not do anything about it. Now, if you are a white man, and did something like this — oh yes, your butt would be in jail in no time flat! But if you are black or latino, it is just a normal part of living in the city.
Just in case someone happens to read this, from say the city of Detroit or one of residents. I have one thing to say to you
PROVE ME WRONG!
Also too, as I was finishing this story. The irony hit me.. We have police who are so damned eager for a police state. Except, when it comes to stuff like this here. Blacks out of control? No problem! But, you let a white man get a little out of hand and it is the police state army AKA as the swat team — to the rescue!
Please note: When reading this, try to imagine someone speaking in a slight southern accent; like I do. It will help to make it sound funnier.Ā
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As I told you all, I went out with my Dad today. I went with him to his retirees meeting at the UAW Local that he is a member of. It is in Southwest Detroit, where I grew up; a bit closer to downtown Detroit, than where I lived. However, because I want to continue to live in this house, I will not get into the specifics of what happened down there.
What I can tell you is this:
It rained. As in, it rained hard; by the time we got to the union hall, I thought we were going to have to ditch the truck and grab a canoe! My Dad was nice enough to drop me and Dad’s friend Irvin off at the door; and you should have seen me come out of that truck! I come out of that truck, like a lost cat that realized that he had wandered into the dog section of the animal pound —- around lunchtime. Yes, it was like that. Ever watch Scooby Doo? You know, when he stumbles upon a ghost and get the wits scared out of him? Yeah, like that. It came complete sound effects too, with “ooh’s eek’s and aah’s.” Oh, it was a wonderful time. I also, when I made it inside, kindly informed the people in the office that whomever was doing the rain dance, really needed to stop. Because the rain was here, in buckets!
So, finally the meeting was over. My Dad stopped at Vernor Coney Island and picked up some Coney Dogs for lunch for Him and Me and rest of the family here. So, I grabbed me a Diet Pepsi out of the fridge, came back down here to what my Mother calls myĀ dungeon,Ā and proceeded to devour me a couple of coney dogs and catch up on what was happening in the political world, while I was out cavortingĀ with the organized labor movement. (Please Note: When I say cavorting, I don’t mean screwing. Hell, they were a bunch of grey-headed old people. Mostly men, and I do not swing that way, sorry. š I mean hanging around them. It is an attempt at humor. Please, laugh. š )
So, anyhow; I ate my dogs and fiddled around, and putted around and read a little here and little there. The next thing I know, an hour had passed and I realized that I was getting rather tired. So, I figured I would grab me a little nap; and nap I did….:
For Six Long Freaking Hours!Ā
I woke up, and rolled over at looked at the iPod touch and said aloud, “7 o’clock?!?!” I got up, and stumbled around; and went up stairs. Mom was fixing TV dinners. My Father, ever the funny man; greeted me with the normal greeting: “Well, Hello there, Sleeping Beauty!” I grinned, mumbled a little and went to the bathroom. Six hours of sleeping adds up to lot of urine storage. (Yes, I know, yuck. But, hey, it’s all true.)
So, there you have it. What I have done for most of the day. I hope you have enjoyed this rather funny story, as much as I have writing it. It is all true; my parents will verify it. I like going out with my Dad and his friend Irvin, I could write a book, about those two, when they get together. As well, as the funny stuff that goes on, when my Dad and his fishing friends, get together. Someday, I might write about that stuff. now, I live here, and I do not really want to get sued.
