Spare the rod…

I just saw the “Snowflake Meltdown” post on FB.

Unbelievable that a child feels they have the right or that they are “entitled” to speak to a teacher that way.

When I was a kid it was common knowledge that if you “Spared the rod” you would “Spoil the child.”

Is there anyone left out there who cant see the wisdom of this?

Left to our own devices the nature of man is to see what they can get away with. If nothing reels us in we spin out of control. We think we are entitled “Money for nothing.”

There is a difference between trying to get away with that which you think/know/believe to be wrong and believing you are actually “entitled” to this behavior.

The young whirling dervish in this video says things like “Who do you think you you are” to his teacher.

He’s your teacher you ungrateful little monster. Sit down, shut up and learn.

There are people who believe they should be paid for, take care of and coddled for the rest of their lives who honestly feel they shouldn’t have to work for it.

There is no such thing as a free lunch and there shouldn’t be.

Hard work tests the mettle. Forges the steel. Makes the man/woman into a better person, citizen, parent.

Money from thin air isn’t appreciated.

Authority unearned makes for a spoiled and entitled work force.

Spare the rod – spoil the experiment, however noble.

Lincoln, Jefferson, King and all those who not only worked hard to make themselves better but also build a world where we were free to work ourselves out of a leas than perfect beginning are “rolling over in their graves” at this new, entitled, phenomenon.

I dont know how we can “unring” this bell but feel certain that if the young monster in this video is spoken to like he spoke to his teacher when he is an adult that it wont go well.

What happens when “entitled worlds collide?”

Heaven help is all!

Turtles UNITE!

It is the end of another year and I must vent or bust.

Busting is NEVER good!

There’s an old saying that goes something like this:

“Don’t piss in my hat and tell me it’s raining.”

I take that to mean that no matter how many times you call a turtle a duck… it’s still a duck.

Lately I have been being told that I am a duck.

I know full well that I am a turtle but will occasionally check for feathers!

Brainwashing is an interesting thing. It’s real. It works. People do it when they try to convince you that you did, do, mean something that you really don’t.

That was a confusing sentence. Sorry. I’ll try a different way because I am writing this as much for clarity to myself as I am interesting reading for you.

There was a movie a little while ago called “The girl on the train.” In this wonderfully tedious story a woman keeps seeing something on the back porch of a house as she passes by hundreds of yards away.

Each time she sees it she gets a little more clarity.

In the beginning she believes, as does everyone else, that her ex-husband is a saint who endured years of marriage to her even though she was mean, crazy and psychotic. She believed that with her heart and soul because she had been told all those things for so long.

She even manifested memories to back up the story. (The mind will do whatever it can to “connect the dots.” The mind doesn’t like a puzzle with missing pieces.)

After many sightings of the couple on the porch so far away the girl on the train recognizes that the people she’s seeing are actually her and her ex-husband having an argument some years or months ago. He is angry. He is physical. He is the mean, crazy and psychotic person of her memory… not her.

Anyway… my point is that she was a duck that had been called a turtle for so long that she could actually feel feathers that weren’t there.

After some time, the girl on the train reclaimed her “turtle-ness” and showed the duck (her ex-husband) for the duck that he was.

It was quite wonderful. A long ride to get there but well worth the train ride.

Back to clarity…

I am a turtle. I have willingly sacrificed years of sweat and blood and time and finance and dreaming to fulfill an obligation that I willingly entered into and am proud of doing so and honored to have been given the opportunity. I love my family with all me heart and soul even though it appears they have been convinced that this turtle is a duck.

I will not let the persistent claim both privately and publicly that I am a confused, misguided, no-good duck convince me that I am anything but a plodding, hard working and even, noble, turtle.

I remember one of the last things my mother said to me before she passed and I want to share it with you:

“I want you to know that I am ready to go. I am okay with dying because I know that you have someone in your life who loves you as much as I do.”

What an amazing thing to hear.Alicia John Working


“You are a fine turtle, son. Keep listening to those who remind you about what a great turtle you really are and ignore the mean people in your life who keep calling you a duck!”

Hang in there fellow Turtles. There is a light at the end of the tunnel and it’s not attached to the front of a train…

Keep on course. Keep believing that you are good and keep doing good things. Ignore and disregard those who call you other than what you truly know you are.

Stay the course. I wish confusion to your enemies, especially those enemies who dare call you friend.

Yours and mine.

Have the best Christmas (or whatever you choose to call the Holiday Season) ever! Hug those you love and really mess with the minds of those woh don’t have your best interest at heart and hug them too.

Be well!


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Agree to disagree

Why is it that people feel it is important or even necessary to be in agreement on any given subject?

I’ve always been taught to welcome outside opinions and perspectives. I’ve never been taught that the goal is to be agreed with. 

When I was growing up there was something called “Vive la’difference!”

I had the great fortune to be able to listen to Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas speak at a breakfast not long ago. One of the points he drove home was vitally important to all of mankind throughout history but I think especially important to the people of today. He said that in all of his years as being one of “the nine” he cannot remember any subject on which everyone agreed. He went on to say that he cannot also not remember a time when any of “the nine” we’re ever disagreeable with one another.

The goal therefore should be to always at the very least respect fully disagree. The goal should not be to force, course or bully anyone into taking your opinion or perspective over their’s.

We are different people with different lives, upbringings, backgrounds and perspectives. We all have the right to hold on to whatever it is that which we hold dear. We do not, however, have the right or a constitutional expectationof unilateral, universal agreement.

I don’t know about you but I would find a world in which we all thought, dressed, spoke and dreamed I’d like to be very boring.

So I say again “viv la’difference!



Nobody can fall in love with a lie

I been getting a lot of grief lately over lots of things like statements on hats and story lines. 

My opinions, stances, plots, characters and their shenanigans come out of my soul. My brain. 

They are… my outlet. My freedom of expression. 

Like rust in a fender, if they don’t come out or if I try to cover them up with a nice coat of paint that makes everything pretty…

Eventually the fender is going to fall off. 

Besides… As JR Collier once said “I can’t not.”

I am not who you think I am. 

Nobody is. 

I am not who or what you want me to be. 

Nobody is. 

I’m not your kind of actor, singer, artist or Christian. 

I am… 

like it or not…


I’ve grown, changed and even changed my mind. 

I have been, on occasion, the “Unexpected perspective” that I wrote about some time ago. 

Hopefully you have too. 

Speak with people you don’t agree with. Eat and drink with them. 

Enjoy them. 

And above all… don’t try to force your way on them. 

Talk. Speak. Communicate. 

This used to be called “Social Intercourse.”

It’s personal. 

But back to me…

I Never make a film or sing a song or write a story that doesn’t somehow speak to and from me. To suggest that I change how I do or what I do would be to suggest I be more true to you than to myself. 

Not gonna happen. 

Shouldn’t happen. 

Not to me and not to you. 

Be who you are not who your friend or enemies or pastors or customers want you to be because, truth be known, no one can fall in love with a lie. 

Lastly… if I hurt your feelings… good. It means we are actually talking, communicating, engaging in Social Intercourse. 

Now check out some of my movies. If they aren’t for you then I’m suggesting that you may know or even dislike someone to whom they may be perfect for. 




I’m very confused…

I have to say that I have watched more news this year than I have watched in my entire life.

Interesting stuff.

Never before has it been so obvious to me that the television, cable and internet “waves” are not as much for our entertainment as they are at swaying public opinion and driving sales of widgets, soap, music, movies and agendas.

Seems to me that it used to be better hidden.

All out in the open now.

Everyone is required to be “up in arms” about something each and every day in order to feel as if they are part of the global conversation.

Trouble is that most people only seek out and listen to opinions and view that align or support their own views and opinions.

In fact… the search engines and algorithms and genius bars and blah, blah, blah are specifically designed to track our “clicks’ and therefore “interests” and then, after a short period of time, only suggest things that support our current beliefs.

Let me explain: When you buy a certain song on iTunes a little bubble pops up and says “If you like that song… you may like this song!” It makes a suggestion and is often right on the money.

With music… that’s pretty cool.

Movies too… maybe.

I think that same process is going on behind the news and articles we click on but without the little suggestive bubble.

So… if we only surround ourselves with ideas, notions, opinions and headlines that support what we already believe we believe and think we know…

…What happened to discovery? Where is the joy in stumbling on a new idea, a new perspective, a fresh and often challenging opinion.

By the way… offending someone is not against the law. Having an opinion that differs from your spouse, best friend or a stranger on the street is no grounds for a lawsuit or a change in public or national policy.

There is no constitutional protection against being offended even though there are those, in the name of tolerance, who seem to think there is or should be.

“If there’s one thing I can’t stand it’s intolerance!”

I actually heard someone say that. But I digress…

I’m confused about the belief that erasing, ignoring or rewriting the truth about what we had for breakfast this morning or where we went to school or what our parents, or uncles or great grandmothers did in their spare time can possibly change what we actually had for breakfast or what our family tree was involved in.

My dad played the guitar and my mother loved to color with markers.

I play the guitar and fancy myself an artist because of my history. Their history.

My family, and I suspect your family as well, also includes some traits I’d rather not have and rather not pass on to my children.

I am aware of the good and the bad in my family because we recognized it through the generations. We talked about the good stuff and the bad stuff. We nourished the things we wanted to continue with and discussed the repercussions of furthering the bad stuff.

We did not pretend that the disagreeable stuff didn’t happen.

By the way… we also didn’t always agree on what was actually “disagreeable.” We don’t have to agree on everything.

Here’s a BIG notion: Everyone is entitled to their opinion. There is no such thing as a wrong… or right… opinion. There’s only “popular” and “unpopular” opinions.

Curtailing someone’s freedom of speech is, at the same time, curtailing someone else’s freedom of hearing.

Ponder that one for a moment…………

I love history. I love people who fight for what they believe in. People are willing, and have always been, willing to die for what they believe in. People will never be willing to do so for what someone else believes in.

Life is an individual exercise done in a group. We are born an individual unit. We die as an individual unit. If we are lucky we have another individual unit to share the ride with but we don’t have to agree with that other individual unit in order to love them. In fact… I will go as far as saying that some of the things we love most in those we love are the points where they differ from us rather than where we are the same.

“If two of us are the same… One of us is unnecessary.”

Let’s leave our history alone so we can learn, both good and bad, from it.

Let’s not pretend we had an egg white omelet this morning if we actually had French Toast.

“Those who ignore history are destined to repeat it.”

Still confused but not calling a lawyer!

I’ve got cool stuff at the store. Come check it out HERE.

John Schneider