Man Cited For Singing Rap Song

[losjibaros]

I didnt babble it in public, I yelled it in public...


I didnt ask for a frigging cup of coffee to go with a frigging donut, i didnt sing a song with the lyrics.. fuckity ... I saved that til the heat of the hot coffee started to burn my leg before i yelled it...


ya got me good clipper

[Swimmy]

How is the quitting cold turkey going?

[Clipper]

Just made an observation LJ. Haha. I bet the kid could have crawled in a hole if he could have found one, LOL.

I remember an occasion when a friend embarrassed herself at the bowling alley, when she missed a spare, and cussed. She was bowling against a presbyterian minister. She told him "sorry for the cussing and shit, but I just get so upset when I am not bowling well." The preacher laughed and shook his head, haha.

[losjibaros]

my son is used to it... matter of fact, he expects it...

cold turkey is rocking... still have not had a smoke.

[Swimmy]

Good to hear :-)

[frankcor]

Clipper, it sounds like you speak with the wisdom of lessons hard learned. Those who live by the sword, die by the sword. The language I developed while in the Army and while working in a factory before going to college has, unfortunately, stayed with me throughout my life. While I'm usually able to contain it, the occasional slip of the tongue never fails to humiliate me.

In one of my volunteer activities, I teach religious education to high school sophmores at my parish church. As I have revealed in the past, I am not a particularly religious man but I find comfort in the rituals of the church and I believe the teachings of Christ apply to those who wish to live well. As I tell my students, I am willing to give up my Sunday mornings to try to show them how adults make choices and live with integrety so that maybe they can apply what they learn from me as they transition into adults themselves. I tell them at the start that my motives are purely selfish -- Thomas Jefferson recognized that life in a free society requires individuals in that society to live moral lives.

A few years ago on one Sunday morning, we held a special double-session for the Sex Lady from the Diocese to come and present "The Talk" to the combined group of four or five classes of ninth and tenth-graders. Using incredibly poor sense, we brought them all together after mass, stuffed them full of doughnuts, candy and fruit juice and then made them sit quietly to listen to a very uncomfortable presentation. It was especially uncomfortable for us teachers because, although her talk was extremely factual and accurate, the educator was completely incapable of establishing a connection with adolescents, something the rest of us continually struggle to achieve and maintain. In all fairness to her, it is a task that is almost impossible in a one-and-only meeting.

Anyways, to my point: her presentation was finished with about 20 minutes remaining in our scheduled class-time. The students were dismissed to return to their individual classrooms and we teachers were left to fill the remaining time as we saw fit. I dug into my repertoire for a lesson that could fit into such a limited time span.

Now, anyone who has ever been in a room with a dozen or so sugared-up kids who had just been forced to sit quietly for an hour and a half, knows the insane expectation I had established. They could just not hold still or shut their yappers. At one point, I raised my voice, just a touch, and said (I thought) "Just give me 5 minutes!" As is usually the case when Frank raises his voice, the room fell silent. Satisfied, I turned to the blackboard and continued my lesson, only to hear the immediate start of tittering and muffled giggles. I turned to face them again and, in my best Joe Pesci immitation, I turned my palms to the ceiling and asked "What?"

One young man slowly raised his hand. When I called on him, he said "Mr. C. dropped the F-bomb." The giggling increased. I paused for a moment to consider what I had just heard, wondering if maybe my ears were playing tricks on me. I turned to one girl whom I was certain would never ever lie to a teacher and I asked her "Is that true?" She looked down at her desk and simply nodded her head in the affirmative, clearly uncomfortable with having to deliver such bad news to her teacher. I thanked her, assured her she had done nothing wrong and dismissed the class.

I immediately sought out the religious education director and informed her "You might get a few phone calls from some parents." and I told her what I had done. "I think I asked them to 'just give me five eff-ing minutes.'" She laughed, clearly seeing my distress, and told me she'd take care of it. If she ever received any complaints, she never told me about them.

The following week, I was scheduled to teach my lesson on how to make an apology. I use that lesson as an introduction to reminding them how to receive the sacrament of Confession, something most of them had not done since First Communion but would be required in order to be Confirmed in a few more months. I am not very well-versed with the official catechism, nor can I remember much about the way that I had learned, so I treat it as a special case of making an apology.

And so, I proceded to go through what I call the 4-Rs; the four elements that every apology must contain, namely regret, responsiblity, repair and recidivism. Okay, so the 4th one is a stretch but it means that one must promise to never repeat the offense.

When I had completed the lecture, I then told them that next, I would demonstrate a proper apology to them. I then began to apologize to them for having used profanity in their presence the previous week. It was one of the most exciting moments in my experience in teaching because I could imagine light-bulbs appearing above all of their heads. In other words, I could see it in their eyes that they really "got it."

I hadn't even finished my apology when hands started going up all around the classroom. I pointed to the young man who had shown the courage to tell me about my mistake the week before and he asked: "Mr. C, did you do that on purpose?" All the other hands were lowered. I could tell the same question was on all their minds.

Now, the Bad Frank was screaming in my ear: "SAY YES YOU FOOL! SAY YES!" Instead, I explained to them that I was not smart enough to come up with a scheme so devious or risky. I then told them how embarassed I felt about the incident and I suggested that they might want to avoid using that kind of language because it's a hard habit to break once you have learned it.

I was lucky. I was able to turn my action into a positive learning opportunity for those children. And I struggle even harder now to avoid ever having to apologize for using language like that in front of anyone. Unfortunately, I'm only human.

[thelma]

Thank you Clipper for your belief in good manners and respect for others no matter what age you are. I brought up both my sons in the 60s & 70s and neither one of them ever used the word that starts with "F". The main reason was respect for me and their two sisters, and the other reason was that they had been taught since there were little boys that this was an unacceptable figure of speech.

When you stop and think about the use of all the obscene words that are used by the rappers of today, as well as too many of our youth, it is just a reflection on the lack of time their parents have spent teaching them good manners and consideration for others.

IMO, there are many, many adjectives that one can use that are acceptable by society rather than the obscene ones beginning with "F".

[frankcor]

Thelma, not only is the word an adjective, it can be used as a noun, verb, pronoun, adverb and interjection. I can't think of a use as either a preposition or conjunction, though. Maybe one of our clever members can show me a way.

[Swimmy]

Someone has been listening to George Carlin's "the many uses of the word "F#$@."

[frankcor]

Carlin stole another of my ideas? The bastid.

Actually, I thought that was about shit. Oh yeah, he covered the f-word in the 7 Words you Can't Say on TV.

[Swimmy]

I'd send you a youtube video of it, but they're all censored to the general public, you would have to sign in to view it.

[frankcor]

I signed in and found it. Thanks for the suggestion.

[losjibaros]

i find it hard to believe there is somebody that has never muttered the word... but ok.. whatever, i believe that.

hey.. i dont listen to rap,

IMO... what does that mean???

you always write it.. i dont get it...

"in my orifice"?
"i might oogle"
"i make orgy" (probobly not.. sounds russian...)

[Swimmy]

it's short for "in my opinion"

[losjibaros]

thanks mr fun sucker....