INFLUENCE and EXTERNAL LOCUS, A PERSONAL SUMMARY (HDLunited)
Every living organism is a product of it's environment, man included. How we were raised is who we became, traditions and values were our social glue. We were morally nurtured to help those in need, the downtrodden, the hard done by, the ill and the Elderly...and respect for our parents was priority...the formative years formed me.
At the age of 16 my baptism by fire completely cooked everything that was nurtured into me. Every moral imprint and ethical inculcation was short circuited.
Respect people's property, never start a fight but never lose the fight that someone else started, protect your brother and sister at all costs, never lie even if it means getting beat anyways, and my father hated "tattle tails" (rats). The fear of God was comme il faut and drugs were taboo. My father always said " if any of you ever end up in jail don't come home....I was scared straight and for 4 years I studied with the Jehovah's Witness.
One day in high school I decided to go for a burger during break and upon getting into my 1964 Mercury halfton I got hit with a cloud of pot smoke and there were seeds and roaches all over the cab. I was dead against drugs, almost baptized JW, had a job as a cop the day I finished school, extremely athletic and despised "druggies". I head to the police station and file a complaint and want charges. I was told that they have to be caught in the process, keep an eye on your vehicle and call the cops immediately, which is exactly what happened except for that the cops were a no show. I barrel up to the station fuming mad and walked into the station with a small amount of pot, seeds and roaches and yelled at the detective that was supposed to respond. I asked him why nobody showed up and he looks up at me, I'm 6'4' 250lbs and can run a mile in 6 minutes and my connection with law enforcement was the head Provincial prosecutor who was a second father to me and JW elder, he says " RELAX KID, IT'S NO BIG DEAL, EVERYONE'S DOING IT ", my jaw hit the fucking floor...hit me upside the face with a garden spade. I turned and walked in a trance.
A few months after the drug awakening my buddy and I are heading out fishing for the evening. It was about 4.00 in the afternoon and we're leaving the outskirts of town and it's a high end area of town, I have to brake and stop because there's a baby in diapers on the middle of the road, the pavement is scorching hot from the mid summer sun and this baby is in the center of the road with no mother in site. There's a Bell Telephone booth right there so I called the police (a dime ) and dispatch asks if we could bring the kid up there rather than send down officers to investigate which we found right fucking strange but OK we did. Buddy and I carry the pitiful diapered creature into the station where the desk sergeant and a detective told us to " TAKE THE KID BACK WHERE YOU FOUND IT ", buddy says " ON THE ROAD ?", we look at each other, while he's holding the kid, and we're stund. We go back and we're sitting on the road side with this kid wonder what the fuck, and we want to go fishing...the mother shows up saying that she's been looking for her baby, yeah whatever....anyhow another shovel upside the face. My upbringing doesn't seem to coincide with the outside world.
Another shocker, and I'll limit it to this, was a girl that I grew up with was being molested by her teacher and she would tell me everything that was happening but she did not want me to say anything because there would have been blood, it was ugly and in the end the predator rapist catholic school teacher was shuffled around the system and protected by senior police officials and the local mayor, my friend "Missy", who is 61 years old now, attempted suicide multiple times throughout her high school years, became addicted to psychological drugs and is now terminally ill. The system sucks.
Fast forward to now, I've spent 30 years in the 3rd world Caribbean and Latin American countries and I've seen 1st hand the corruption between government and drug cartels. Shipments of dope destined for Miami and Montreal secured by the DEA, CIA and the RCMP.
I AM A PRODUCT OF MY ENVIRONMENT...NEVER BELIEVE ANYTHING THAT GOVERNMENT, MILITARY OR LAW ENFORCEMENT TELLS YOU, I'VE SEEN FALSE FABRICATIONS, PLENTY OF THEM. EVERYTHING IS A LIE RIGHT FROM THE HOLOCAUST ON. ALL IN THE NAME OF GOD.