Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Yeah I called you a Fat Boy!

   My son and I were walking through a store the other day, and this girl came around the corner talking to her parents.  She was trying to get them to remember a certain girl, and she referred to her as the "chubby" girl.  That statement raised the question "how is a chubby girl, referring to another girl as the chubby girl"?

   As of the end of 2014, I realized that sitting on a couch and consuming as many beers as possible, probably added to my gut.  My huge gut!  I was walking into rooms belly first, which is just horrible.  However, every time I went to the Doctor for anything, he would sing and dance..."you're not fat, just watch your salt intake", or "everyone says they cannot breathe".  There had to be a reason for wanting to change, other than looking like Normy off of CHEERS.

   I can tell you this, I work with several people that I consider kids.  Twenty something, wet behind the ears, kids.  Kids that are still in the time of their life, when they can work all night, stay up drinking beer, have a hangover, and get over it with a greasy burger.  I also work on a tightly knit team where I am looked to for leadership, being the example, and making good decisions.  That was part of my decision, the bigger reason is for my kids.  I don't really think they want to see their Dad have a heart attack at 41.

    "Easier said than done Bearpaw"...Bullshit.  This started the weekend before New Years, 2014, and as of March 2015, I am 30 pounds lighter.  I don't run marathons, and increased my cardio only slightly.  So what did I do, does it matter?  If I was to say I did Paleo, or the Cookie diet, or WeightWatcher, would that matter?  I don't believe so, what I think the reason for any of my success is simple, SELF DISCIPLINE.

   "Yeah right fat ass", well it's true.  Self discipline to me is doing the right thing, even if you think nobody is watching.  So I am on a fat loss, run of self discipline.  I have stopped drinking the beer like water, I have given up sugar and grains, and processed foods.

    If you were now to hear me call out in a furious fist fight on the street "where you going FAT BOY", it's because of my self discipline that has allowed me to do so.  If you don't like me calling some asshole a Fat Boy because it's fat shaming, I'll work on my apology later.  


Monday, December 22, 2014

Shut it down

     For weeks on end this country is getting ripped apart by the liberal media.  Millions of Americans  sit on the arses, turn on their social media, and are spoon fed thoughts.  These are some dangerous times, deadly times for the men and women in blue, and something has to change.

     I had to find my own way to deal with the constant barrage of bad news, the never ending stream of emotions that were full of pain and anger, and rightfully so.  Cops all over this country are being targeted, they are being ridiculed by the President down to the street dweller, and there is no push to stop violence against them.  So the tension builds, fueled by social media and liberal media.

    This is my solution...shut it down.  Can I really expect to shut down liberal media or social media outlets, uh...NO.  What I did however, is I deleted my account.  I made the conscious decision to stop feeding into the constant barrage of shit, and look at life through my own eyes.  

    My point to all of this is to change it.  Change the channel Bro! Take the time to shut that crap off, stand up for what is right, and find another way.  My son and I make YouTube videos and it is done for a couple of reasons, for some quality Father/Son time, and hopefully a little bit of important information as well.  I am soon to make a parody of all these NFL personalities and celebrities standing up against domestic violence and sexual assault.  It's about time someone stands up for Police Officers in this country.  Where are these NFL players when a Cop is gunned down?  Where is the celebrity when the Cop is killed leaving behind a family having to cope without their loved one?  Hell, I don't know but since they are not on Facebook standing up for those Officers then SHUT THAT SHIT DOWN! 

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Youtube link

I am selfishly plugging my YouTube channel featuring my Son and I.  If you absolutely cannot get enough of me, then check out the channel.  We are just starting, but it's great Father/Son time.


Tuesday, December 16, 2014

The Disclaimer

Oh the disclaimer, how could I forget?  Why would a “Blogger” need one and who cares?    There is an overall goal here; however like in poker I can’t reveal it all just yet.

In the movie Talladega Nights; Ballard of Ricky Bobby, he has the best use of a disclaimer that I can think of, “with all due respect”. He says “with all due respect, I didn’t know you had experimental surgery to have your balls removed”.  Right there, he has the disclaimer, and is pretty much home free with no worries.  Well, Ricky Bobby is fictional and a race car driver.

Do you need a disclaimer for your First Amendment right?  Should I worry about the fact that I have an opinion, and that opinion may offend someone…ABSOLUTELY!  So when I offend you, or you think that I should have kept the BearPaw mouth shut, then with all due respect “I don’t give a rats ass”.

Therefore, the overall goal of this very short diatribe is to protect you.  Pay attention to what you say, who you say it to, and who you represent.  If you are representing yourself, without the backing of your friends, family, employer, then remember your disclaimer.

The opinions in this blog do not in any way represent those opinions of any employers or anyone associated with a BearPaw outside the Bloggoshpere.  Cheers!

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Without a shot

    When a TV anchor or radio personality is away from their show, the program manager finds a qualified replacement in their absence.  In the case of the Rambling Moustache he is not on a hiatus and I’m not filling in for my writing ability, rather I told him I was writing a piece for his blog, and the horrible excuse of a mustache that I’ve attempted to grow makes me perfect for his page.

   Now some people know me as Bear Paw, an undeserving name in my opinion, or A-hole by others.  I guess for now I’ll take Bear Paw without complaining too much, because as this blog “Rambles” on, there will be plenty to complain about.
       I have had several talks with my 15 year old son about events that I have witnessed through the magic of television.  I say that with tongue in cheek by the way.  The events I’m talking about range from sports highlights, coupes that have taken place around the world with cameras rolling, and a Wall of despair being torn down.  I would like to think, that so far in my 41 years on this Earth, I have witnessed amazing events unfold.  I have also missed several of those “live” events due to being at work.  I think the one I should have watched unfold on the national stage was the death of a Democratic Republic and the birth of a Dictator.
     That’s right good people of the mustachio kind, I’m talking politics.  Now if you were raised with even an ounce of common sense you know there are a couple of things you really don’t talk about at home.  Politics, Religion, and Money are the big three that come to mind, or was it Sex not Money.  I don’t know but Politics for sure, that’s the one button that can make your Mother lose her mind, have your Father yelling at the TV, and your Grandparents looking for the bottle of wine.  The good news is we still have several days yet before Thanksgiving and having everyone in the house all together at the same time, and I’m not part of your family.
     On 11/21/14 the President of the United States of America signed an executive order that paves the way for approximately 4 million undocumented illegal aliens in this country to be here legally.  These folks are going to have to pass a background check, work like everyone else, and pay their fair share of taxes, and enjoy the benefits of being in the greatest country.  I believe one other qualification is the potential candidates have to show they have been inside the United States illegally for at least 5 years.
     Now before you get into your Subaru Outback with your Birkenstocks and Patchouli oil on read very carefully.  I am not writing about the possible effects of this action, or about the people this will benefit.  No folks, I’m simply here to say that if you were watching your boob tube when this speech was made, you observed history.  You watched as the Constitution of this great county was thrown out, the balance of power was disregarded, and the birth of a Dictator happened.  It happened!
       “How can you say that, you rooten tooten gun shooten red neck dumb ass conservative white guy”?  See, I told you I’m not a writer, well unless it’s on a report.  Anyways, I digress like a Bike Cop.  I don’t necessarily consider myself a conservative, because I sure as hell haven’t made it rich from the good ol’ boy club, nor am I part of the rich white guy club.  I tend to vote and support politicians based on rationality rather than a party that has to be funded by huge amounts of corporate dollars.  I would support this President, if he wasn’t a dumb ass.
    Before I continue the ramble, I have to address being able to call the President a dumb ass.  A few years ago I said that in front of my daughter who was probably 8 or 9 at the time, and she was so upset.  She wasn’t upset that I cursed; she wasn’t upset that I was angry; she was upset that I was going to be arrested for talking about the President.  Now both of my children have copies of the Constitution, courtesy of my Father, but I’m sure they didn’t bother to even look at the cover let alone read any of it.  So I explained to her that this country was founded on a certain unalienable rights.  Those rights include the obvious right of Freedom of Speech, and it’s obvious that our speech is obviously not free, but if the No Such Agency wants to monitor the fact that I called the President a dumb ass, feel free.
     I’m not sure I covered what I wanted to in that last paragraph, but hey I’m writing this as a guest mustachio so screw it. Oh yeah, so I have Freedom of Speech, granted to me by the Constitution.  The CONSTITUTION!!! It’s a document that lays out the frame work of how this country is to be governed.  The Constitution has separation of powers that rely on checks and balances.  There are laws that are passed, there are laws that are analyzed, and they are to be enforced all done by the separate entities that make up our system.
    Now here comes the birth I’ve been talking about.  There are immigration laws that are already in place, which obviously are not working.  I really don’t think there are too many people out here that believe the laws that are set up are spot on, but they are the laws that have been passed, they are the laws on the books, and they are the laws that President Obama needs to enforce.  So on 11/21/14, when he signed his executive order that basically gives amnesty to 4 to 5 million people that have been living in this country “in the shadows”, not paying taxes, and not to mention  ILLEGALLY, he bypassed current laws, and made his own.
    The birth of a Dictator! A Dictator doesn’t ask, they don’t set up committees to analyze the issues, they act.  They have been given the authority to rule over the simple man, by the hand of GOD, and they will do so without impunity.  The Dictator cares not for your opinion, cares not if you believe their decision is legal or not, the Dictator acts and if you don’t like it TOUGH SHIT!  Therefore, without even a shot being fired, without a coupe being played out on live streaming television, without mass carnage or destruction of property, a Dictator was born and the Democratic Republic died.
     WOW! I did it by God, I actually was able to sit here without driving myself insane, and write out the first guest mustachio piece that I know of, but then again I don’t know everything, GEEZ!  I’m not the most political person you’ll run across; I didn’t study Political Science in college unless it was at a house party and included doing keg stands or puking off some stranger’s balcony.  What I am though is a man who has served this county.  I am a man that believes in fairness, and I am a man that believes that as an American, Don’t Tread on Me.
    If you read this ramble all the way through, thank you.  If you stopped midway or at the Birkenstock comment the screw off because you’re not reading this part anyways.  As the Bear Paw sits and writes, it’s obvious; the launch of the Bear Paw blog is soon to come.  Thank you Rambling Moustache for allowing me to ramble, and if you lost any of your followers, well like I said earlier TOUGH SHIT!