Politicians

My American government and politics instructor thinks he is a great politician because when ever a question is asked he always finds away around the question with out addressing it. In the 2004 presidential debate president bush was asked to name 3 mistakes he made while in office. I bet you could guess how many he named. None. He ran off on a tangent. Now I’m not bashing on bush but I think it is a great example on how dumb the ideology is with politics. It’s crazy to say this guy/gal is a very intelligent politician because they don’t answer questions. My instructor feels like a genius because he won’t answer our questions. If I wanted that response I would go talk to my nephew who is in his terrible two's. I would love to see a straight up politician who just actually answers the questions that are posed to him. Even if they are questions that are made to destroy his platform. I would much rather hear an honest answer instead of a bunch of BS. Okay I'm off the soap box for now.

Rich

Supposedly the reason i got abused was all because of Rich. Russ was the main inflicter of pain but his excuse for doing it all was because Rich beat him up.
Russ exercised a program on me and it was that when he came home from school he would give me a light torture. He explained that I am lucky because when he and Rich would get off the bus from school, Rich would grab Russ turn him around and kick in the family jewels. According to Russ since Rich did that everyday after getting home from school than it was his duty to beat me up when he got home from school.
As far as I can remember Rich has always treated me well. My only real memories of Rich and his dealing with my life was that he trained me to eat. Rich would get a big plate of food and mix it all together. After doing that he would shovel down the food as fast as he could. I believe he also helped me not be dramatic about events, in essence he helped me not stress.
One day I received news that rich was in a car accident. He came home with a big chunk of glass sticking out of his head. With out making a fuss he grabbed onto it and yanked it out of his forehead. Apparently they ran into something he wasn’t wearing his seat belt and flew into the windshield which broke and some of it ended up embedded into his forehead.

Russ

While growing up there was a strict no whinnying rule in my house. With mom and dad working full time we were left with several responsibilities that I am now thankful for. My brothers would constantly tell me that I was going to thank them when I got older for beating me up.


One time my brother Russ and I shared a room and he brought home the coolest pants. They had a zipper at the knee so they could transform into shorts. When he brought them into my sight he told me that these cost him a lot of money and I if I was ever caught wearing them then he would beat the crap out of me. So of course like any boy at age 13 I made a plan to steal them and wear them. The time came for my plan to go into action. My brother was going camping for 2 days and he left the pants hidden in his drawer. I don’t really know why I wanted those pants so much but I thought if he thought they were so cool then maybe so would the girls at Crescent view middle school. He headed off to camp and I was so afraid that he didn’t leave for sure that I didn’t steal them until that night. The next morning I was so scared that he was going to come home early from the camp that I was too afraid to wear them that day. I still needed to get them because I was sure some day would come that I would be able to wear to stylish pants/shorts. so the day before he came home I took them and stuffed them at the bottom of my clothes hamper because I was sure he would never look their and maybe he would by some chance forget over time that he even had these cool pants.
Well I came home from school and he of course was not home but I left them in my hamper because I wanted to wear them some day. About a week or two went by and I was in the front room out of no where my brother was running towards me and he tackled me and began hitting me in the face. I began screaming and trying to fight him off but he was 17 so my attempts were in vain. While he was beating me he was yelling (either out of rage or to get his volume over my screams) "I told you if you took my pants I would beat you!” my mom was in the other room watching with the look on her face that was telling me that I asked for it. I finally screamed at the top of my lungs "Mollie was wearing them and they smelt like pee so I put them in my hamper!” the look on his face was worth the lie. He slowly got off of me and at a snails pace walked away from me. My mom was in shock she looked at my brother told him to apologize. "Sorry" I heard in a low grumble as he walked away. I still don’t think he knows that I lied. It still puts a smile to my face when I think about this experience.

My Twin Mollie

From the ultra sound they knew that I was a boy but they couldn’t see what gender my twin was because it always looked as if my twin was sitting on my shoulders. Well that’s how she’s always been since birth. She is my twin sister Mollie.
My dad a self employed construction worker and my mom an elementary school teacher. I was 1 of 5 boys and my sister the only girl in the family. When my parents found out that they will finally have a girl they were ecstatic (especially after having 5 boys in the family). They dreamed of double dates with me and her. They saw us being best friends all throughout our lives. Finally my mom got to have someone in the family that understands her feelings. When my parents put their finger in my sisters’ hand she would arch instead of grabbing onto it. She responded differently than most babies and after a few weeks of testing my parents got the blow that my dear sister is mentally handicapped.
For weeks my parents didn’t tell anyone because they took it as such a blow. Since then Mollie has been the best thing that could ever happen to my family. Imagine it, five boys who were construction workers, wrestlers, hard nose, and insensitive. Now they had to live with a small little girl who needed all the help and love in the world. She shaped us and made us into semi sensitive men.
I can not imagine my life with out her she has made me into what I am. I’m so glad that she is around today to put a smile on my face. I love my sweet sister.