^ Heheh, and you definitely can't from the top of a tree [which was my attempt. Broken arm and three stitches.]
These rules and regulations are credible in the production of the 'Swag' age. These children have a 'You cant touch me' attitude, confusing respect, fear or love with style. They have been praised and spoiled by their parents to get these colorful garments, crazy hairstyles and the FFF you outlook that goes along with the culture. Children and teenagers have become all talk, and once they DO get hands laid on them, they snivel and whine.
I'm relatively young [23], and had a run-in with a 'swag' kid recently. Patrick Grimes of Oklahoma City , a 'blood' gang member who throws 'his set' all over facebook. We have mutual friends, and I had made a comment about how he had called himself 'nigga' online. He proceeded to attempt to bash me... I private messaged him and asked if he'd like to handle this in person. Of course he went on to tell me how blind I was to the real world, and insult me, and promised to 'slap my pasty face if he caught me in the street'...
Well, I caught him going to work in his employer's parking lot, and asked him for that ass-whipping he promised me. Needless to say, he went ghost white and made every excuse in the world not to catch a fair fight; the kid was 5'8", maybe an inch or two taller, and 160 of flabby, pasty meat. A 6' 195lb man with a grisly beard and jacked up on pre-workout exposed the bitch in him. The terror was palpable.
Being the good Buddhist I am [I have my flaws..], I did not hurt him. I have a guilty conscience, and I can never hit someone cowering from me, no matter how hard I've tried. I let him go into work, didnt do anything to his car, just drove home. He never replied to my messages, but I could tell by the look in his eye he'd not been confronted, at least in a violent manner. 'Swag. Yolo. my set. I will slap you in the face next time I see you'. It's like they think these music videos are real life or something.
Anyways, a little off subject, but it's pertaining to the 'school' setting. These kids are having sex at younger and younger ages [I thought MY generation was bad!] smoking weed and drinking, all in the falsified context of 'you only live once'. Their parents for whatever reason create a barrier around these children, letting them reach out and buy them these gangster rap cds, letting boys wear skinny jeans and all these affiliated clothing, idolizing people like 'Lil Wayne' and 'Soulja Boy', 'Riff Raff', etc. It's a romantisized life, That none of these rappers have felt.
All of these factors combined with the KHFOOTY rules in place, no one bites anymore for fear of being grounded, losing priviledges to their violent video games or chances to go out and party with their friends, where they talk amongst themselves and build eachother's egos up. It's all barking, like they're a pack of pitbulls. But if you catch them in person, even with other friends, you'll see quickly how much they resemble shih tzus. My seed will have his father's dynasty instilled in him; I'll raise a Shar Pei. >]
