Boy oh boy! I received some violent reactions from perturbed people who are such rock and roll fanatics, they thought I was insulting their favorite rock star. I thought I would have a bit of fun for quoting Big Frank and his opinion yesterday. I have nothing against your rock star favorites, my point was that, Big Frank really has a smooth voice, that he could sing well, unlike other claimed rock and rollers who can only scream and thought they were singing. Second point is that, Big Frank would know how to handle unpleasant occurrences and trouble.

I received emails that reminded me of the Beatles, The Stones (according to Mick, you could be a rock a star if you could play three chords and just shout), El Viz, Buddy Holly, Jim Morrison (the three chord wonder man, but for me he’s no poet), Jim Croce and so on and so forth.

I listened to this kind of stuff as I grew up, and have watched many live band performances and concerts at various venues around the country. I still like listening to some of it but in small doses, not too loud, because in so many ways, I’ve moved on. But it doesn’t mean though that I don’t play a Led Zeppelin CD anymore, it just doesn’t happen very often now.

There’s a weekly rock and roll show on a public television station here, of the three guys who I think are my age, where they discuss the whatabouts, concerts, and everything about rock and roll, which for me is a prodigious waste of time when you listen to them.

I don’t give a damn what the drug confused Jerry Garcia said backstage at his 1993 concert. I don’t have the luxury to wonder about the meaning of his song lyrics way back in 1978, or if he was drunk when he wrote it, because I’ve moved on, and so have all others who have made achievements in their life.

As I see it, my real purpose here is to try and lead all the people to safety as much as I can, to deliver them away from the clenches of baddies and crooks, and particularly from violent crooks who hurt folks easily and without remorse, as if they were just eating a burger.

There is a school of thought out there that thinks all of this is because of inequality, and other excuses, but we all know what a bunch of bunk that is.

As the saying goes, life is what you make it, and so do crooks becomes crooks because they made bad choices. They don’t like a decent but hard life, they want everything to be easy, it’s easier to be a crook than hold a job, it excites them to intimidate and rush people, taking things that are not theirs.

My friend (a cop) told me a story of a junkie whom he arrested last week for attempting to rob a couple at a local mall last week. Unknown to the junkie, that he’s robbing a vigilant couple who are prepared for any unexpected trouble. So, the husband immediately took out his tool, the Wildfire pepper spray, and sprayed it on the junkie’s face, leaving him hurt and with a huge patch of dye on his face. So, thanks to people like this couple, it only took two minutes for my friend and his partner to identify the culprit.

The mook cried in the back seat of the cruiser, bellowing about how the spray should be illegal. “Nobody should be able to paint my face!” he said. “Once he painted my face, I didn’t have a chance!” he said.

Well, if you think that junkies get back on the street easily now, wait till B.O. starts appointing judges. It would be scary having a rapist charged by some occasional addle-head with only 60 days sentences, like in Nebraska and Vermont. And sadly, junkies, including the violent and illegal ones will have more rights and guts than ever before as the sentences are getting more and more lenient as we try more rehabilitation.

It’s going to be a long four years, so buy pepper spray!

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