Teddy Roosevelt coined the phrase…speak softly, and carry a big stick, like when he sent our fleet around the world during peacetime, just to let everyone know…don’t ever think we’re not ready.
Sadly, people who are kind are often perceived as assholes.
I want to set the record straight.
A brutal misconception if there ever was one.
My first chord always, is to be nice since that’s where the fruit is.
To pounce and criticize and rather than a stick, carry a chip, guarantees a rotten result.
Sometimes one has to shoot an elbow, as they say, to let it be known…don’t fuck with me Tonto because you’ll be sorry.
My father had no backbone, spending his short life cowling in my mother’s shadow.
My mother on the other hand, was a tyrant, terrorizing, controlling and often ruining the lives of others. Sounds heavy, I know, but alas, holds much truth.
I like to think I’ve inherited both, but proportionately…not too weak, not too strong.
If I get mad, let’s just say, you better run for cover.
Kindness inside out isn’t weakness…it’s actually strength in gentle packaging.
What an idiot, look at her feeding people, helping the elderly, sharing what she has, but wait, what’s that she’s carrying…looks like a really big stick.
Get my point?