Newt: My Mommy always said there were no monsters, real ones, but there are.

Ripley: Yes, there are, aren't there.

Newt: Why do they tell little kids that?

Ripley: Most of the time it's true.

(Taken from ALIENS.)

Why do we consciously or subconsciously lie to our children. It's not like it is something that we do because we want to be a detriment to our children, but to save them from the shit that goes on in this world.

So in this case we tell them that there are no monsters in the world, but despite the fiction part of this great science fiction movie, there are monsters in this world. They may not lay eggs in human hosts and have acid for blood, but there are real monsters in this world.

Sometimes I think that monster is me, when I lie to my sons . . .

Marc busted his head open bad today. By the time that I recovered him from his fall his was bleeding all over himself. There was a gushing wound on his forehead. My first thought was of course to apply pressure to the wound and stop it from bleeding. Once I could get him to the sink, I washed down his face so that I could find the wound, and applied pressure to it via paper towels. It became unresponsive and began to black out. I continued to talk to him, to keep him lucid and conscious. After stopping the bleeding and making sure that he hadn't lost too much blood (it was all over me and my shirt) and he could stand, I felt confident that he hadn't suffered more than a flesh wound.

It was at the hospital that I lied to my son. I told him that the doctor would make it better. I told him that it wouldn't hurt and that it would be over before he knew it. Each time I told him these things I knew that I was lying. I knew that it would be painful and that he would be screaming and crying as they applied the anesthetic and gave him his six stitches.

So why did I lie to him? Why was I a monster?

Lying to our children about the harsh realities and monsters of the world . . . does it really spare them any? Or do they find out, just like we all have, that life is harsh and painful, and that things that we are told as children aren't the reality of life?

I didn't like lying to him and telling him that it wouldn't be as bad as I knew that it would be. Is that because I was doing it more for myself than I was doing it for him? Was I just trying to convince myself that it wouldn't be as bad as I knew that it would?

In any event, he got six stitches and it now sleeping comfortably, and perhaps already have forgotten the trauma that he went through mere hours ago.

That still doesn't make me feel any less guilty for lying to him.

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

Everybody has some. Opinions of your own that don't jive with the rest of society. Like, Elvis Presley isn't the greatest rock and roll singer. Some people might become quite offended by such a comment. But, hey, no one wants to be a clone. We all have varying degrees in our likes dislikes and outlook on life.

So let's share peoples. What are some of your unpopular opinions? If you want to share then we can cuss and discuss with one another. I'll share some of mine to start.

I don't care if it's George Lucas or not, the Star Wars prequels did not fit with the original movies.

The Monkess were better than the Beatles.

Budweiser is NOT the king of beers.

One cannot make a basis on America being the greatest country in the world, if one has never been to another country.

Spider-Man 3 sucked.

Organized religion, in the wrong hands, is just another form of tyranny.

Final Fantasy VII isn't the greatest game to ever be made, Castlevania: Symphony of the Night is.

And . . .

Ann Coulter, while the bride of the Devil, is still hot.

Now that I've put my head on the chopping block, I hope someone else will share.

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

Lucky bastard!  Now if you will excuse me, I am going to watch Memoirs of a Geshia, for the awesomeness of Michelle Yeoh, as in yowzah she's a purdy woman.  8-)

Nothing valid to say here today. Just a couple of abstract things . . .

I've sworn off liquor. A step in the right direction.

Cottage cheese is the best topping for pancakes.

Ohh dear lord! The Silver Surfer is naked! I can see his surfboard!

On that note . . . for those of you that visit message boards, this visual aid is for you . . .

This weekend a quote from Homer Simpson came to mind.  Don't ask why . . . "I seem to have misplaced my pants."

A gun in the wrong hand, is still a gun in the wrong hand.

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

My girl's in the next room, and I know you know she's there and that I love her. I know that you know she makes me weak. She appeals to what is wrong in me. She is easy to love, and what she asks back from me, I don't pay for years to come.

I dream of you as I am with her now. I don't know if I haven't moved on or if I just haven't given her up. Damn she makes it hard to be faithful with the essence of an angel. She gives me that cheap high and that thrill.

But . . . But girl you make it hard to be faithful, with the essence of a demon. An angel...

Honey why are you calling me so late?

I just want to stop. Go to sleep . . . lay with her. But I hear your jealously. That I cannot give up either one of you. A love and respect I get from her. A no questions asked loyalty. But from you I get all the dirty tawdry things that . . .

God-damn you!

It's funny how you always talk to me when she's not here. You know I am weak, you know I love her. You use that against me. And like the weak bastard I am, I fall for it every fucking time. You don't love me. You just love me for what you do to me.

That's not love . . . that's fucking manipulation . . .

It's really good to hear you calling me. . . Coming from the lips of a temptress . . . Girl you make it hard to be faithful when you taste like that of an angel . . .

God-damn you woman! Leave me alone!

I don't want to give into you, so why the fuck do I keep doing it? Shh. My lady's in the next room. And though she knows your in here, she says nothing. She tolerates my fucking weakness. With the lips of an angel I could cast you back to the depths you foul wench! But you still got that hold. The same hold that Lucifer has on my soul. You devil woman! Let me go!

I love her.

I don't wanna say goodbye, but woman you make it hard to be faithful with the essence of an angel.

It sounds so sweet . . .

So I sit and drink your essence as you smile your devious smile.  You know you have me, and you know I am yours . . .

WRONG bitch . . . I will, and when I do leave you . . . I won't miss you . . .

I don't wanna say goodbye, but girl you make it hard to be faithful with the essence of an angel . . .

I don't wanna say goodbye, but girl you make it hard to be faithful with the essence of a demoness . . .

I will recognize this one day . . . and this is why . . .

She Gave Her Angels

And now I'd like 2 turn your heart 2 a tale of sheer delight
A song of adulation, love and fear
No one loved him better, no one better sacrificed
She gave her angels that summer night

Fate as she designed it took her from her man
Destiny and love don't always go hand in hand (Hand in hand)
As the world lay waiting like an embryo in a womb
She gave her angels that night in June (She gave her angels)

She gave her angels 2 a man because her man had none
2 watch over him till she returned - her man, her lover, her son
Her father 4 all these things he meant 2 her, she felt it right
She gave her angels that summer night {x2}

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