PLACID PEOPLE
by
Anthonystjoseph
I cannot believe what I witnessed
today. I decided to stop into McDonald’s
to get my daily supplemental dose of extra diabetic inducing sugar which they
call ‘Sweet Tea’, and walked into a modern day version of the High School ‘Shawshank
Redemption’…
I get out of my car and realize that
around twenty junior high school students are plowing out of the door towards
my car, which I consider sacred, and are seriously threatening to put some
scratches on my baby. My sensors
immediately perked up and all systems were go and operational in the
‘protecting my shit’ mode… My
‘protecting my shit’ mode can cause problems for all parties involved,
including myself, which is why I hate when I am forced to invoke that
particular mode. It’s my nature, as the
Scorpion said.
I proceeded to part the crowd of teenagers
as Moses parted the Red Sea and entered the McDonalds. I turned to look back at my vehicle while
sending a psychic force field to envelope it so the ‘protecting my shit’ mode
didn’t get taken to level TWO which is so ugly it can sometimes lead to jail
time… At this point the manager of the
McDonald’s walks past me yelling into a cell phone, “I need the police here
right away, they are fighting here in the McDonald’s”… At this point, I pull back on the energy
draining force field that I am enveloping my car with, and take a good look at
this unruly group of kids surrounding it.
In studying the group of kids, I realize
that one of them is puffing up and putting out the message that he’s about to
jump on someone who’s coming out the door. I say to the manager, “Are the police
coming?” She says yes. I go to the bathroom to get rid of the
earlier dose of diabetic giving sweet tea and decide the police will handle it.
I later come out of the bathroom and there
are still kids everywhere but there is no fight that I can see. I order my syrup, I mean sweet tea, and wait
to receive it. I glance around the
McDonald’s enjoying my usual art of people watching and catch a glance of the
‘puffin-his-chest’ kid in the front door of the restaurant puffing his chest on
some small boy. The puffer is about thirteen
and the puffee is about twelve. I then
witness as all these people eat, including many adults, this puffer just PUNCH
this other kid in the face like it was John Cena defending his pregnant wife
from gangsters in a bad action movie. He
then PUNCHES HIM AGAIN! And AGAIN! I say to the manager again, “DID YOU CALL THE
POLICE!”
The little kid is just taking it as the
puffer talks trash to him in between giving him brain damaging blows. At this point, I can’t take it anymore; so I
walk to the front of the restaurant and open the door and part the seas
again. I tell the kid who’s getting
pummeled, “YOU! You COME IN HERE!” He doesn’t want the crowd to think he’s a
wimp so he’s hesitant. The bully tells
him, “YEAH, you go in there!” The kid
says, “No, I’m not going to go in there.”
I then yell at him, “YOU’RE JUST GOING TO LET HIM HIT YOU!” He says, “No, I don’t want him to hit
me.” Then it got CRAZY!
I have to tell you that I was visiting a client
who lives in a largely Hispanic Neighborhood and all these kids were of a
Hispanic origin. So after the kid
refuses the shelter of safety, the bully, who’s Hispanic also, tells the
younger kid to ‘GO BACK TO MEXICO!’ ~ Lord help me… We do it to our own people ALL THE TIME! Consuming the idea and concept of this young
Hispanic Male telling another Hispanic kid to ‘go back to Mexico’ is so sad and
will probably haunt this bully for the rest of his life if he ever becomes a
real man with any thought or feeling for his fellow man. The crowd breaks up as the crazy black man
from the moon, ME, walks away ~ mission accomplished. I go to the counter to get my diabetic
inducing ‘sweet tea’ which will hopefully give ME diabetes and encourage my
departure from this third rock from the sun and its crazy mess. I first got angry and then suddenly I got
very sad to the point of ‘almost tears’.
I could not believe the stupidity that I was witnessing on all
fronts…
Out of all the people in that restaurant,
nobody but me was willing to protect this young man from life changing memories
that were no part of good or GOD! I got
my tea and just could not get over the fact that the COPS never came… This is a neighborhood where the cops are
every three blocks harassing everyone and anyone because they can in that
neighborhood… But when this kid needed
them, they were NO PLACE in SIGHT!
I was so angry at all these ADULTS who
just didn’t care that it was going on that right after I walked out with my
TEA, I turned around and walked BACK in the RESTAURANT to COUNT the adults that
were sitting and eating and just didn’t CARE about this kid being BEAT! There were TWENTY ADULTS sitting down EATING
and they could care less about prolonging a bite of their BIG MAC to protect
and stop the brutality on this KID!
THESE are what I refer to as the ‘PLACID PEOPLE’, the PEOPLE I
DETEST! When are we going to stop being
so politically correct and so SCARED to STAND OUT and START DOING WHAT’S
RIGHT! WHEN! WHEN!
CAN YOU TELL ME WHEN!
As I left the McDonald’s, after checking
my car and my tires for slash marks from the angry bully, I got TWO BLOCKS away
and saw the POLICE STATION! I guess they
were having a ‘PLACID PEOPLE’ convention as well…
by
Anthonystjoseph
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