No question I hail from good stock. A story: I don’t know how true it is, but I hope it is…. My godfather, a man who was nicked named “El Cojonudo” (The ballsy one) Soon after Fidel and his thugs took over power, one day two military men showed up at my Godfather’s home. One of them came to the door and knocked, when my godfather answered the door he saw the one military man standing there with a machine gun in his hand and the other man sitting in a jeep. The man at the door told my Godfather they were there to take my Godfather’s bother into custody. My godfather, El Cojonudo, looked at the man in the jeep and said, “If you don’t leave I’m going to take the machine gun away from this guy, pull down his pants down and put it up his ass and pull the trigger, then I’m going to walk over to you and put the machine gun in your mouth and pull the trigger” Both men laughed at my Godfather, in the next 45 seconds my Godfather carried out his promise. He was later arrested and sent to prison. Fast forward to several years later. One night we were all gathered at a relative’s home to welcome the resent Mariel boat lift relatives to America. Out of a car came a frail, man helped onto a wheelchair and wheeled in the house. My brother took me aside and said, “That is not your Godfather, he died in prison” I didn’t understand, everyone was saying that was my Godfather. I later learned that while in prison my Godfather suffered two heart attacks and three strokes. He was never given any medical attention however somehow he survived. Proud of where I came from..

SOLUTION TO TERRORIST THREATS: 1- Order the immediate withdrawal of all US personnel from whatever county we know the terrorist are hiding in.. 2- Position one-hundred thousand US troops around that country. 3- Dress all US troops in radiation suits. 4- Just sit back and catch all the terrorist rats as they run away.They will be easy to spot; they will be the one’s running the hardest and fastest away.

As we approach father’s day, I’m reminded of all the things I didn’t learn from my father. I didn’t learn how to hate from him; I didn’t learn bigotry or prejudice. My father never taught me to disrespect others or to criticize anyone different from me. My father never taught me dishonesty or lying. I didn’t get any lessons on stealing or cheating from him. My father never took the time to teach me how to be a drunk or use drugs. My father never got around to teaching me laziness; he was too busy working I suppose. Here I am today, the product of all the things my father never taught me. It’s been over 12 years since he left this world. I miss you dad.