"Harassment Communications" ($2,500)

“The prettiest eyes have cried the most tears, and the kindest hearts have felt the most pain.”

During my nearly two decades of childhood, I lived in a reign of terror as a child slave with an abusive father. While violence was put on my Mother and my Sisters, being the only boy in the household, I was treated the worst. Later on, my Mother would tell me that raising girls was easy, because you're just supposed to love them. But when it came to raising boys, she didn't understand. She would also later tell me that she didn't remember any of the violence, when it was a routine, habitual thing. It was like she was trying to get me to forget all that happened, as if that was even possible. Or perhaps she was lying to herself. I don't know.

At the dinner table, I sat at the right hand of the father, and would get smacked, daily, for doing mundane annoyances. Sometimes I'd have my elbows on the table, or I'd drink my drink too loudly, or really any trivial thing that my abusive father would find disagreeable, would illicit anger and violence. This is the story of my first two decades of my life. It's painful to remember, but I feel, at least to a receptive audience, there's much to be gained from the pain of my youth. Sometimes, hitting me in the head wasn't good enough, he'd want to destroy my soul, as if any hint of having my own thoughts or personality that would pop up would have to smashed. Sometimes, instead of just direct violence, he'd take my cup full of Kool-Aid, and throw it in my face. So the violence was horrible, but it was much more than that. It was the humiliation, publicly and privately, and it was the jokes, and then there's the laughing. I was my abusive father's whipping boy, a scapegoat, somebody to make him feel powerful, an outlet for him to unleash his anger. He liked calling me a “wiener”, and would constantly impress his friends, his wife, my cousins, by making fun of me. It was a nightmare. A long, violent nightmare, that never stopped. I lived in constant terror, and I was ignorant to having dignity or pride in myself. I never thought to leave, or to run away, till I was 17, because I didn't realize that I was a victim, and that a different, better, life was possible.

I grew up on a tobacco farm, which has a rich history of slavery, and was constantly being ran, doing house chores, while he watched TV, doing hours of farmwork, in the blistering sun, picking tomatoes, hoeing, cutting tobacco, mowing grass at 2 in the morning, making straight A's in school, even being Valedictorian. I also played sports and was on the academic team, but none of these things mattered, and wasn't worthy of any respect or consolation. The name of the game was about power, control, domination, manipulation... in a single word, it was Oppression. It was Hell. Working in Tobacco, getting Green Tobacco Sickness, aka Nicotine Poisoning, and doing it all for no other purpose, except for being afraid. There was no pay. There was no room to be myself, or to allow my biology to unfold. My abusive father would brag about being the dictator, and he took my Mother's head, and slammed it on the Farm equipment. Around 3^rd grade, they separated, but then they got back together. He's been in jail for domestic violence. He'd abuse the pets, brag about how he likes to drown kittens, and he'd talk bad about the Gripshovers, my Mother's family. Mom never objected, or stood up for herself. In her eyes, if she took all the abuse, then that was more guarantee that she was going to Heaven. But she was complicit in the crimes. She witnessed them, and did nothing about it. And as time went on, she'd be the person who'd start the fight, and my abusive father would come in, and “protect” her by carrying on his oppression. I remember being in the bean patch, when I around 10 years old, and my abusive father got in my younger sister's face, and yelled at her, till she started to pee on herself. He then ordered her to go back to the trailer, a ½ mile away, to get herself cleaned up. My sister and I came back, and started to mock her, singing “The Yellow Brick Road”. Later on, I found a picture of my sister where she had X'd her face out, and wrote on the back, “Everybody always hated me.” So my abusive father would pretend to protect a full grown woman against children, but hitting little innocent girls he had no problem with?

There's a lot of insanity here, and he was beat up and molested as a child by his stepfather. So he's a victim himself. But he never got out. He never stood up to his oppressor, he never liberated himself, and still has a close relationship with the person who molested and abused him and his sister when he was a child. He desperately wants his oppressor's approval. I can see the big picture. We also live in a patriarchal racist culture, which hides and protects monsters like him, especially in rural Kentucky, where domestic violence, child abuse, animal abuse, elder abuse, and insanity, runs rampant. I remember some of the major incidents vividly, but since the oppression and violence was routine, it was a constant reign of terror, I internalized much of what happened, and just chalked it up to that's just how things are. I wonder if he was jealous of me because my Mother showed me love, or perhaps he was jealous of the good relationship I had with my little brother (who was born when I was 13 years old). I don't know. I think he's a dysphoric borderline case, but that's for him, and the professionals to figure out. He hasn't even to doing anything wrong, and probably won't. Ever.

Martin Luther King said that in the end, we don't remember the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends. I remember my Mother just watching all of it. I remember my Mother just watching all of it, and I remember her face as she turned her head, and pretended not to see the crimes happening right before her eyes. And my sisters. And perhaps everybody was scared, so nobody did a thing. But as a young man, I wasn't being taught anything about manhood. We didn't learn to talk to each other, to cooperate, to have solidarity, to be a loving family. It was about control and obedience, and that's it. Not crying, not showing any emotion, carrying around a handkerchief, these were important milestones for my abusive father to have me cross, in order to be a man. George Carlin said that 95% of the world's problems are because of the dumb things fathers do to their sons. In fact, there isn't much about Manhood that's worth salvaging.

So while these horrible things happened to me, I believe there's much beauty that came from this tragedy. My childhood curse can be converted into an adult blessing, for myself, and the rest of the world. My abusive father is my antithesis. I have such a strong dislike of the way I was raised, I have come to the conclusion that all violence, abuse, and bullying is wrong. Any form of intimidation is wrong. If you can't convince somebody to do something, you must respect that, and walk away. I can't stand any type of Oppression, or Bullying. Self-defense, or defense of another person is the only time violence should even be considered, and even then, it doesn't have to be employed. Stop. Look. Listen. Think. Act.

So this provides a separate narrative to the one that my “criminal” report would suggest. There's several charges that have to do with my upbringing directly. There was a charge of “Filing a False Report”, but was dismissed. My Mother had told me that she got out her aggression on Kurt, my little brother, by hitting him. These sentiments bothered me, and so I called Child Services on them. This was when I was living in Florida with my oldest sister. A month later, my abusive father was friends with the Prosecutor of the town, and while I was staying at a friend's house in Cincinnati, sleeping in the attic, I was charged with Filing a False Report. It was dismissed because it wasn't false. So my abusive father made the Prosecutor drop the charges. This was in 2007.

After not getting my feet on any foundation, after 40+ jobs, and 20+ different addresses, I didn't want to burden any more friends, or family, for providing something my parents should happily have provided: Housing. So in 2009, when I was 27 years old, I moved back into the house. I was also curious to see if he was still an abusive person to my younger siblings. While things were cordial between us, he called me “wiener” again, in front of my friends. I didn't say anything to him at the time, but wanted to talk to him about it later on. So I sat down, and respectfully, addressed the issue of him calling me names I didn't like. His reaction surprised me. At first, he pretended to not have heard me, and I repeated that I didn't like to be called “wiener”. He didn't say anything, went out to his truck, and came back, taunting me, and mocking me. He was provoking a fight. I didn't like how he was treating me with contempt, but I stood my ground, and spoke up for myself, for once in my life. He then pushed me. I pushed back. He swings a flying elbow at me, while saying “Don't hit me!”, which made no sense to me, at the time, since he was the one attacking me. I punched him in his arm, and he fell down into the corner of the living room, into his golf clubs. He pulls a golf club out. He pulls it back like he's going to hit me with it. I didn't think he would, but he had the crazy eyes, and he swung at my head, as hard as he could, missing me 2 times, and nicking my ring finger on my right hand. I quickly picked up a golf club that was lying on the ground, and lifting it up like I was intending on swinging, if he was going to continue. That's when he came back to Earth, and backed up into his room. Then he calls the police, and the Prosecutor, makes up a fanatical story about him being terrorized, and how everybody in the house was scared, and was in a hostage situation. I had also called the police, but I called Carroll County police, when he called Gallatin County police, and his police came, but mine did not (the property is on the line between the two counties). It turned out that my abusive father had a videocamera in the other room, and was recording everything. At first, he refused to give it to the authorities, but they forced him to. I was sent to jail, spent the night, and then had 3 separate trials over the same 30 second tiff, of which, my abusive father tried to murder me. Marvin Gaye Sr. killed Marvin Gaye Jr. for the same reason, because his son finally stood up for himself, and pushed him down.

I pushed for Family Counseling, but my abusive father didn't want that. He got my Mom to sign a waiver, saying it's okay to get his own separate counseling, with just him and with my two younger siblings. Family counseling is a no-brainer, but my Mother was willfully duped. Half of Americans believe their parents would have benefited from therapy. The whole “Attempted Murder By Golf Club” has crystalized all that I been thinking before. My “family” watched me get assaulted at least 5,000 times (18 years, daily violence, rounded down), without thinking it was a crime, or something to be concerned about. But the day I defend myself, I'm nearly murdered, sent to jail, forced into a public trial, for some more humiliation, had a restraining order filed on me, and was facing a maximum penalty of 5 years in prison for the 4^th degree assault charge, which was dropped. Even when the counselor of the children said that the kids were not afraid of me, and did not consider me a threat, and me and my Mother testified, the Judge still sided with my abusive father. This is ironic because when I was in the house, my abusive father wasn't as tyrannical, since having another man in the house “checks” him. So, like the permanent scar on my ring finger on my left hand where the golf club nicked, now I got a permanent mark on my public record. Hate, pain, and violence is all this man knew, and my Mother has been pushing me to care for him, because “deep down inside”, he loves me. I don't believe it. I think she's been lying to me, because she's been lying to herself, and while it's easy to not think about my abusive father, it makes me sad to think about how cold and uncaring my own Mother was, for such a long time. There's been a slight change in her demeanor, and I am still in contact with her, but it still hurts. Eventually, I plea bargained down to “Harassment Communications”, not trusting the jury would listen, since my hometown had ignored my cries throughout my childhood, so I didn't expect them to change that pattern of indifference, 10 years later.

Since I had been abused during my formative years, these are wounds that will probably stay with me till the end, but that doesn't mean I have to be governed by them. I've walked into the Women's Crisis Center, got lots of great information that's set me on a path of change. I enjoyed counseling. Our friends and family counsel us on a daily basis, but actually having a professional give you insight is wonderful. When my counselor says “I believe you”, that takes a load off my shoulders, and it validates me. So while it's possible for victims of abuse to become abusers themselves, I have a compelling reason to not be a violent oppressor; moreso than a person with a regular, healthy upbringing. I can't stand any, and all, intimidation, physical or verbal, and I will always have a lifelong opposition to intimidation and bullying.. Also, being an oppressor goes against my soul, as it should with everybody, because to be an oppressor, one has to think of the victims who are exploited, as objects, and not as human beings. Oppressors dehumanizes others, which is why humanity can only come from the Oppressed.

Kids Named "Junior" Have Narcissists As Parents

 Mao Zedong said he saw his abusive father as the dictator, and him, and his mother and sisters as the poor peasants, and he wanted the peasants to overthrow the State, just as he wanted his mother and sister “peasants” to overthrow his abusive father. In Paulo Freire's Pedagogy of the Oppressed, we see how The Oppressor does not acknowledge humanity in the Oppressed, instead they see them as objects. Humanity can only come from the Oppressed. George Carlin said on folks who allow others to call them Junior: “I have no respect for any man who allows people to call him Junior, I immediately think he's a chump and a loser. To me, Junior means lower than, lesser than, beneath. Putting “Junior” on a kid's name is just a way for a father to control and demean his son and prevent him from having an identity of his own. I don't like that whole cult-of-the-father thing in the first place. But apparently some guys' self esteem is just low enough that they accept it. I have no respect for them.” [page 20, When Will Jesus Bring the Pork Chops?]

On April 31, 1984, Marvin Gaye II, the Superstar, who sang “Let's Get It On”, and “What's Going On?”, which starts out, “Mother Mother, there's too many of you crying. Brother Brother Brother, there's far too many of you dying. You know we've got to find a way to bring some love in here today. Yeah, Father Father, we don't need to escalate. You see, the War is not the answer, for only Love can conquer can Hate. You know we've got to find a way, to bring some love in here today. Picket lines, and picket signs, don't punish me, with brutality...”, was shot by Marvin Gaye “Senior” (adults don't act like he did), who was a nobody loser, that nobody in the world gave a fuck about, except Marvin Gaye II's Mother. Marvin Gaye “Junior” was shot and murdered by his own father, his own flesh and blood, in the West Adams district of Los Angeles at his house in Gramercy Place. Marvin Gaye the Nobody was arguing with his wife, Alberta Gaye, and Marvin Gaye the Superstar intervened. The argument escalated, just as Marvin Gaye the Superstar had warned us it might in his song “What's Going On?”, and Marvin the Superstar knocked the old man Marvin the nobody down. Faced with the humiliation of being knocked down by a person he had considered a piece of shit worthless loser his whole life, Marvin the Nobody immediately goes into his room, grabs a pistol, and comes back, and shoots two shots right into Marvin Gaye II, killing him immediately. This reminds me a lot about my old man, and it's not surprising to find out that Kentucky is the #1 State in the US for Mental Illness. Fascist psychopaths are everywhere.

Marvin Gaye the Superstar was pronounced DOA, dying one day before his 45^th Birthday (April 2). Marvin Gaye the Nobody was asked if he loved his son, and snidely, he remarked, “Let's just say I didn't dislike him.” Marvin the Nobody also had some weird habits regarding wearing women's dresses, and having a sick perverted side to him, that questions his sanity, and sexuality. Perhaps as a repressed Gay Man, Marvin Gaye the Nobody couldn't ever actually bring himself to say that he loved his Son, since he was a Man, and he would have felt “gay” for doing so. I remember my Mother telling me that she knew how to raise girls, you just love them, but she was perplexed by how to raise a boy. Um, you love them all the same... that's how.

Alberta paid for the bail bond of $30,000 to get Marvin Gaye the Nobody out of trouble. After pleading “No Contest” to a Voluntary Manslaughter case, and copping a Plea Bargain, Marvin the Nobody Son-Murderer, was sentenced to 6 years in prison, which was suspended, and instead, he got five years probation. So who knows if he served 1 minute in prison for his crime. During the sentencing, a deeply emotional and frail Marvin, Sr. told the court that he regretted killing his son. As quoted during the sentencing, Marvin the Nobody Son-Murderer said, “If I could bring him back, I would. I was afraid of him. I thought I was going to get hurt. I didn't know what was going to happen. I'm really sorry for everything that happened.” One expert said that the reason why Marvin the Nobody Son-Murderer killed his son, was because of the humiliation of having his son push an old man down, and since Marvin the Nobody the Son-Murderer only thought his Son should get hit, and beat up, and disrespected, it was too much for Marvin Gaye the Nobody Son-Murderer to handle, and so he murdered the only Marvin Gaye Superstar that ever existed.

When Macaulay Culkin was younger, his father was making him sleep on the couch, and making his Superstar son live like a destitute. Like Joe Jackson, Kit Culkin was living his dreams through his son, since both of them were failures in their own lives. Macaulay Culkin, eventually, got a lawyer, emancipated himself, and gained custody of his siblings. Speaking of Kit Culkin, and Macaulay Culkin's book, Junior, Macaulay said, “I think there’s two different fathers that I have. I have my father, and I have the one in my head. The real one is gone and should be gone. But I think I was looking to put the one in my head to rest. Kit Culkin would black out all the terrible things that he did, and that hurt me more, because he’d go to bed at night thinking he was a good person. People do bad things in their lives. And those sort of things are forgivable. That’s half the point of having confession in church—you need to be able to fess up to what you’ve done. He just couldn’t. It was some kind of mechanism in him or some kind of craziness. I knew from a very early age that I better take notes on him. Notes on how not to be, notes on how I don’t want to be when I grow up.” In a sense, Culkin has aged in reverse.

When looking at how Michael Jackson dealt with his personal issues, Macaulay Culkin decided to go a different direction. “One of the things that I always thought is that I could have turned out that way. I’m a fairly sheltered person, but I could have just put up a fortress around myself, bought a big chunk of land somewhere, and said, ‘Fuck all y’all!’ But I made a decision when I was 14 that I was going to live life, where I think he made the opposite decision. It’s a cool little world that he has, but at the same time, it’s become a little more distant from reality.”

Michael Jackson, deprived of a real children, and love, as a child, used his entire life to give love to the millions of oppressed all around the world. Michael Jackson even wrote a love song to a mouse named Ben, because he loved and cared so much, about all living creatures. Joe Jackson, however, shows no remorse for his assaults on his own children. When asked about the abusive household, he said, “Yeah, I beat him all the way to the bank.” Not only was he proud and glad of what he did, but seemed to not acknowledge that he was the main culprit in Michael's demented world. Child molestation charges aside (which are serious charges), Michael had a Neverland Ranch that was away from the world, much like William Randolph Hearst's Xanadu, the newspaper' mogul's secret land resort. Michael Jackson turned inward on himself, and Macaulay said that he was going to do the opposite, and “live life”.

From a young age Jackson was physically and mentally abused by his father, enduring incessant rehearsals, whippings and name-calling. Jackson’s abuse as a child affected him throughout his grown life. In one altercation—later recalled by Marlon Jackson—Joseph held Michael upside down by one leg and “pummeled him over and over again with his hand, hitting him on his back and buttocks”. Joseph would often trip up, or push the male children into walls. One night while Jackson was asleep, Joseph climbed into his room through the bedroom window. Wearing a fright mask, he entered the room screaming and shouting. Joseph said he wanted to teach his children not to leave the window open when they went to sleep. For years afterward, Jackson suffered nightmares about being kidnapped from his bedroom. “I never beat him,” Joe is quoted as saying. “I whipped him with a stick and a belt. I never beat him. You beat someone with a stick.” A Kentucky Cop told a friend of mine, “You can beat your kids, just don't leave marks on them.” Child slavery is still legal on “family” farms, and all abusive slave-driving farmers know this.

Michael Jackson named all three of his children "Michael" (including his daughter): Prince Michael, Prince Michael II, and his daughter, Paris Michael Katherine. Michael Jackson took revenge on his father for years of abuse by cutting him out of his will. The singer made no mention of Joe Jackson in a will drawn up in 2002. He said he became so scared of Joe he would vomit when he saw him. Mr Jackson later dismissed the claims, declaring: “Yeah. He regurgitates all the way to the bank.”

Nathan Maynard I shot Nathan Maynard II in Martin County, Kentucky. Tommy W. Woodard II from Harlan County Kentucky shot and killed himself after his girlfriend broke up with him. Why would a person named Junior kill themselves ? There's many reasons. “Junior” signifies ownership, as in, “my kids”, as if humans are property, and it also immediately gives the young person an inferiority complex since immediately he has to live in his father's shadow. Since their Father thinks of him as a total schmuck, so will the rest of the family, because to hate those folks who your father hates, is how they think they will get to receive his love. The reason why anybody shoots themselves (and yes, we've all thought about it once or twice before) is because they see no other way out. They're trapped. Gay people shoot themselves. Veterans returning from the Afghanistan War are killing themselves, when faced with reentering civilian life. Tommy W. Woodard Junior in Harlan County Kentucky killed himself, June 2012.

George Foreman, the only illegitimate son of a large family, was so traumatized by standing out in this way, that he wanted no confusion as to who his children were. They would always know who their daddy was, so he named them all George. A bit extreme, but at least he admits where it came from. It's clear how narcissistic Foreman actually is, when you see that his children's names are George Foreman Jr., George Foreman III, George Foreman IV, George Foreman V and George Foreman VI. George Foreman's daughters Freeda George and Georgetta might add that it doesn't help to force things — girls named after their dads just sometimes makes things awkward, as President Barack Obama's mother might have said. Named for her father, her full name was Stanley Ann Durham.

Charlie Manson Sr., who was raised in Kentucky, as a racist Confederate youth, living in a speakeasy with his underage mother, who had the baby out of wedlock, the father was nowhere to be seen. Manson had a son, Charlie Manson Jr. (aka Jay White), who eventually blew his brains out. Lil Charlie Manson killed himself on June 29, 1993, on a desolate section of highway in Burlington, Colorado, just west of the Kansas state line. He died at 10:15am, on exit 438 on Interstate 70. Rosalie Jean Willis, a waitress, is Charlie Manson Jr.'s mother, and on his way back to Ohio, for some reason he pulled off the side of the road and shot his self in the head. Charlie Manson Jr. used the name “Jay White” in life, Charlie Manson Jr's son said: “He just couldn't let it go,” reckons Freeman. “He couldn't live it down. He couldn't live down who his father was.”

George W. Bush, and Martin Luther King Jr. had to outlive their father's shadows, and sometimes they are able to beat that massive pressure. Sometimes not. Look at Charles Manson Jr, or Martin Luther King III, who is a total tool, just dick riding on his father's coattails, and MLK's legacy of the Promised Land is a torch that somebody else will have to pick up. Levar Burton, the Reading Rainbow guy, was named Levardis Robert Martyn Burton, Jr. Randall Hank Williams aka Hank Williams, Jr. aka Bocephus was a Hank Williams impersonator for several decades before finally breaking away, and working on his own material. He's had bouts with drug and alcohol abuse. Al Gore is a Junior, but has dropped that designation in his professional life. John F. Kennedy Jr. had a good run, until he died, mysteriously. Frank Sinatra also was a Junior. A Father's reputation can either act as a shadow, or a light, depending on the Father. Being a descendent of John F. Kennedy would be better than being Charles Manson's child. Depending on who a Junior is born to can have completely different consequences for each of their lives.

Henry John Deutschendorf, Jr., a German-American also became famous, as John Denver. John Denver sang the songs “Rocky Mountain High”, “Leaving On A Jet Plane”, and “Country Roads”. John Denver's old man was a Lieutenant Colonel for the Air Force named Henry John Deutschendorf, Sr. Being an Air Force kid, having to move around frequently, prevented John Denver from having any real friends, since folks understood that Air Force kids really wasn't homespun. John Denver's Irish Catholic and German maternal grandmother was the one who imbued Denver with his love of music. In his autobiography, Take Me Home, Denver described his life as the eldest son of a family shaped by a stern father who could not show his love for his children. In High School, John Denver was an insecure mess, “a little round flat dot with no edges and no depth”. John Denver was always trying to please his father. But John Denver's fathers was never impressed with his Son. “I always thought my old man wanted me to a football player or a mechanic instead of a musician. He spanked (assaulted) me once for not changing a tire right. I felt like I was stupid.” Henry John Deutschendorf I admits that he was “kind of” rough on the kids, BUT “it was kind of difficult to be commanding 40 or 50 officers everyday and then switch that off when I got into the house.” One month, during his High School days, John Denver refused to talk. Later on, John Denver ran away to Los Angeles, and when his father reached him, he said that his son's eyes looked like an animal's, since he was scared to death.

The 38^th President of the United States, Gerald Rudolph “Jerry” Ford II was born Leslie Lynch King II. Because of Leslie Lynch King's alcoholism and abusive behavior, Dorothy Gardner left him when President Gerald Ford was 16 days old. Gerald Ford only saw his old man once in High School. They had a superficial conversation, and then Leslie handed President Gerald Ford $25, and left. A few days after Gerald was born, Leslie Lynch King I came into the bedroom with a Butcher knife, and threatened to kill them, her, the baby, and the nurse. Leslie Lynch King Senior had a temper underneath his charm, and beat his wife, President Gerald Ford's Mother, several times. Plus he was a liar. Not surprisingly, Leslie King refused to pay child support. Later on, Dorothy Gardner King married Gerald Rudolff Ford, when President Gerald Ford was 4 years old. They called Leslie King I's son “Gerald Ford Jr.”, and then when President Gerald Ford turned 22, he had it legally changed to honor his Step-Father, who had raised him. Gerald Ford described his biological father as “a carefree, well-to-do man who didn't really give a damn about the hopes and dreams of his firstborn son”.

President Bill Clinton was born William Jefferson Blythe III, named after William Jefferson Blythe II, a traveling salesman who died in an automobile accident three months before Bill was born, in Hope, Arkansas. “Billy” Clinton adopted his Stepfather's surname when he was 15 years old. Roger Clinton I was a gambler and an alcoholic, who regularly abused his wife and half-brother, Roger Clinton II (a Junior), to the point where Bill Clinton had to intervene, by threatening violence.

A cousin of mine, John Kunkle, was born to Alice Gripshover and John A. Wagner, but after the Divorce, Alice change little John Wagner Jr.'s name to John Kunkle, after her new husband, Lawrence Kunkle. So John Kunkle did what President Gerald Ford did (and later Bill Clinton), and adopted his Stepfather's name. Another cousin of mine, Mike Dearing II, changed his name BACK to his original father's name, after his Mother had changed his name to Lemming, his Stepfather's name. So John Kunkle and Mike Dearing (and Robert Dearing, and Joseph Dearing) took the opposite approach of each other. One adopted his stepfather's name, whereas the other threw off his stepfather's name, and readopted his biological father's name. Which one is right ? Ultimately, people should be called whatever the fuck they want to be called, so both of them are right. A Stepfather could be worse, or better, than the Biological Father, and a person can choose to be called by either of their names, or anything else they want to be called.

Tom Cruise, born Thomas Cruise Mapother IV, grew up in poverty, in a Catholic family dominated by an abusive father whom Cruise has described as a “Merchant of Chaos”. Tom Cruise's father, Thomas Cruise Mapother III, used to beat up Tom Cruise, as a child, like the bully/coward he is. Tom Cruise says of his abusive father: “He was the kind of person where, if something goes wrong, they kick you. It was a great lesson in my life—how he’d lull you in, make you feel safe and then, bang! For me, it was like, 'There's something wrong with this guy. Don't trust him. Be careful around him.”

Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. was born in Indianapolis, IN to third-generation German-American parents, Kurt Vonnegut Sr and Edith Lieber. When Kurt was 21 years old, on Mother's Day in 1994, Edith Lieber took too many sleeping pills, and went out like Marilyn Monroe. His father virtually gave up on life, and from these origins, Kurt Junior learned a “bone-deep sadness”. Kurt Vonnegut Jr. said that the only difference between Hitler and George W. Bush, is that Hitler was elected. Vonnegut was captured at the Battle of the Bulge, and was in an underground prison when the bombing of Dresden was unleashed. He was a part of the 106^th Infantry Division in England.

Recently, in Eastern Kentucky, William “Clyde” Gibbons III was caught in Kentucky, who killed 3 women. http://www.topix.com/forum/city/inez-ky/T8GRROTNULIG2G8P3

Robert Lemming likes to yell at his wife, and treats her like dogshit. Named his baby, his property, Robert Jr, and calls him RJ, like RJ Reynolds. Robert acting a fool, and when Mom spoke out about it, Rosie said she should leave. Rosie also told Bill to leave when he was hitting Robert. She was right about that one. She's wrong about letting Robert become a Bill. Teresa said that similar violence happened in Rosie's home, so maybe that's Rosie's problem. She had lots of power, then her children grew away, and now she's doesn't have that power, plus there's the “empty nest” syndrome. She didn't have the power, nor did she have her children. The faces of abused children, in pictures, are uniformly sad, and haunted looking. RJ has that same haunted, sad look. That's because he's getting beat up, and nobody gives a fuck about him. Feeling inferior is one thing, but being told, directly, that you're inferior, and being smashed by violence... no, these beasts aren't civilized, nor is this love. I don't see any good coming from this situation. They don't care for his body, so how could they claim they care about his dreams ? His thoughts ? His philosophy ? They don't, nor will they, ever.

Malaysian Mother Beating Baby: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aARVaR1WY-0

Judge William Adams, 2004, Beating His Autistic Daugther: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0drbwtv6c-w

Judge Adams feels no remorse for his actions. He dared his autistic daughter to post the video. So she did. And now he defends it. He doesn't feel guilt for his assault on a person who needed his love and compassion more than most folks who are aren't autistic.

Jerry Springer Racist KKK Dad&Son: http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&feature=endscreen&v=zFL04JhU0Gg

I am not a fan of “juniors”, or the parents who puts that label on their children. They want them to have an inferiority complex. No real man will let any other man call them “Junior”. I don't think any child should have to put up with being Little X. He's not Little X, he is a person in his own right, not just a clone or reflection of X and therefore should have a name and identity of his very own. People who named their children after themselves, in a culture that celebrates individuality, is only showing how egotistical and selfish and narcissistic those people are. They are telling the world that they only love themselves, and that's it. A kid already has the parent's last name, and he or she is their own person - why shouldn't they get their own name? A 'junior' or number tacked on at the end only makes it worse - it goes from being egotistical to downright insulting (sort of like saying the kid is somehow less than the parent).

Some say that naming a kid Jr is a way to carry on the family name. No, the best way to carry on the family tradition is to build bonds, share stories, and capture family history in meaningful ways. Take pictures. Record oral histories. Keep some symbolic belongings. Also, have a loving home and environment for them to grow up in. Plus there's residual reverberations. How arrogant it is for person to name their children after themselves. That's a decision that reeks of a peculiar overreaching self-importance. As if it's not enough that children share their parents' genes, some parents think their kids should bear the same first name! What makes any parent think she or he is that special? Plus having same-name kids shows how stupid the parents are, and demonstrates their total lack of creativity.

http://www.pbs.org/newshour/character/essays/ford.html

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/31416975/ns/health-mens_health/t/junior-status-sharing-dads-name-mixed-bag/#.T9ROidVrPUs

http://www.ketknbc.com/news/two-men-relate-to-same-haunting-specter-charles-manson