Don’t
let Commissioned Commander Butthead Win.
We
all know them, Low IQs who rise to a position of inflated power. They
did not earn these positions by their own grit and grind. Corruption
bought and paid for the Ivy/Military of their choice, paid for their
grades/commissions. You read their bio; the words are fabricated. You
speak with them and you realize there is nothing “up there” or in
their heart. They have no integrity. Useless.
His first clash with authority occurred during the Pocono Mountain
Wrestling Season of 1997. My son, a freshman, was 13. If
I could change the past, and if that would bring back the life that I
miss, I would run down the bleachers and ream that referee a new one.
My
son had red hair. He kept it neat, clean and tied back in a ponytail.
It wasn’t the 60’s, for God’s sake, it was the LATE 90’s. His
hair shouldn’t have been a referee's issue. The following incident
foreshadowed another clash with “authority”. It pitted him with
almost 20 years of exemplary service with the Air Forces against
Commissioned Commander Butthead in (redacted).
Commissioned
Commander Butthead in 1997 was a referee who did not like my son’s
ponytail. He stopped the match in Hazleton, PA, and instructed “a
runner” to go down to the women’s locker room and obtain a
swimming cap. The packed-to-standing gymnasium waited. Then, he
ordered my son to wear it while he wrestled. The match was stopped
several times when the cap popped up through the headgear. To my
son’s credit, he maintained his composure with dignity. At the
time, I remained in my bleacher seat unsure of what to do. This was
not right, but if I ran down to the mat, and gave that ref a piece of
my mind, it would embarrass my son further. His mother would be
fighting his battles, so regrettably, I remained in my seat. Why his
coaches did not object, I do not know. I met him at the bus door
after the meet. He looked at me and said. “If they don’t like me
with hair, let us see how they like me with no hair.” I still have
his ponytail. Tears will not reverse his absence.
He
wasn’t playing your ego game Commissioned Commander Butthead. Guess
you will have to find someone else that will. By
the way, we
are entering the Age of Aquarius. In the future people like you will
shrivel up and die. Humanity is waking up and standing up to the
useless butt-heads
of this world. We’re not going to play the game according to your
rules anymore. Just ‘cause you throw us a ball, doesn’t mean we
have to catch it.
