Although the title of this book indicates One parents story, struggle its actually about the battle between all parents and teens; or simply adults and teens in general. I say battle, but it has actually risen to the potential for what I call generational warfare. Basically, teenagers have little respect for adults; especially parents. The protocol is simple; and yes most adults do recall progressing strategically in the same way during their own youth. Even before were born; we make demands. Then after weve grown a few years; we make many more demands. By the age of ten to thirteen, we more than expect those demands to unquestionably be met. Finally by the last 3 to 5 years of youth while living at home with our parents; weve assessed who our biggest enemy is and how we would like to take down who we now see as both an enemy, and a dictator. Simply put: after youve bitten the hand that feeds you for so long; that hand begins to appear useless. And once that represents uselessness; the person behind that outreaching hand, also serves no purpose to you. So the stage is set. Teenagers wont look back with any sense of appreciation; and parents, who also continued to grow; will look back and wonder: was it all worth it. Many are optimistic, while others are in denial. But most can only feel one thingWhat was I thinking.
): The book lays out the true reasons why a percentage of American citizens have a fetish for their strong desire for assault weapons, and why as of 01-06-21 there was display of deplorable people who were willing to maim and kill politicians for the first time in American history for the sake of an American president.
Although the title of this book indicates One parents story, struggle its actually about the battle between all parents and teens; or simply adults and teens in general. I say battle, but it has actually risen to the potential for what I call generational warfare. Basically, teenagers have little respect for adults; especially parents. The protocol is simple; and yes most adults do recall progressing strategically in the same way during their own youth. Even before were born; we make demands. Then after weve grown a few years; we make many more demands. By the age of ten to thirteen, we more than expect those demands to unquestionably be met. Finally by the last 3 to 5 years of youth while living at home with our parents; weve assessed who our biggest enemy is and how we would like to take down who we now see as both an enemy, and a dictator. Simply put: after youve bitten the hand that feeds you for so long; that hand begins to appear useless. And once that represents uselessness; the person behind that outreaching hand, also serves no purpose to you. So the stage is set. Teenagers wont look back with any sense of appreciation; and parents, who also continued to grow; will look back and wonder: was it all worth it. Many are optimistic, while others are in denial. But most can only feel one thingWhat was I thinking.
For those who are curious or, perhaps, even somewhat confused behind the reason why I named this entertaining book Black RepublicansSwimming with Crocodiles, its my analysis of what lifes like behind their strange choice. Picture being in some unfamiliar body of water where you, at first, feel safe yet very dangerous eyes and intentions are on you. Though, seemingly, there are visible ways to avoid being eaten alive, your casual stay in that water is not a guarantee of being safe. But if it doesnt make the wrong moves, well . . . And, like any body of water with crocodiles in its vicinity, splash around and make the wrong moves then watch what will happen. Since they wont see you as just another crocodile, you will then only give them their sole objective in a crocs life, which is to attack and eat you like you didnt matter. Theres no negotiating, and they know theres nowhere for you to runexcuse meswim away to, even before you try. Their intentions with you are radar sharp and felt by every other croc for miles. Simply put, what fight can you possibly put up? Youre not a crocodile like them, and you cant pretend to be one. Reality says youre nothing to them except a mere morsel. Go ahead, look toward any shoreline all you want. No matter who might be there, whether they look or seem just like you, they arent getting in that water to rescue you. So swim, scream, pray, try to fighttheyre crocodiles, and you dont matter.
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