Fight Club

This is just a random story about the first fight I got into. Let me start by saying that there were other fights prior to this one but they really weren't fights because I apparently wasn't that much of a challenge to the other guy. OK I admit it I was the pawn for two bullies in elementary school. I digress.

Anyway, when I was in 7th grade I was chilling by my locker, I was still a dork and my accent was still terrible. As I was saying, I'm chilling there getting my books for my next class when the guy next to me hits me with his locker door. I look at him, he doesn't say anything and I push the door back. I apparently pushed his door to hard for his liking and he decided to start some static with me (you like that phrase? It was used a lot in that time). It's funny remembering this and it seems as if it happened yesterday.

He pushes me, I push him back. He calls me an asshole I call him a bitch. He throws the first punch aimed at my stomach. I, very much like Ralph Macchio, block it with the skills taught by Mr. Miagi.

After the punch is thrown I could hear the crowd saying "Ohhhhhhhhhhh damn, he blocked that shit, hit him, hit him back." I just stand there with a shitty ass grin telling him that I wasn't having any of it and he should try again.

He then lunges at me and I get cracked in the back of the head. I thought to my self "damn this nigga can hit." Felt like I got with a rock or something. I then push him and just when I do that I throw a right cross that landed by his eye and nose.

The guy falls back and to the ground and starts crying. At this point I don't know what got into me, but it was almost like Ralphi, from the Christmas Story when he starts beating the bully up and starts swearing and punching like a nut. I was about to get on him and start punching but a teacher pulled me off. As I was trying to get on him I was saying shit like "get up bitch, this is too easy," and "you ready for some more pain?" and my favorite "If I were you I'd stay there otherwise I'll end you." who the hell says "I'll end you."

My friends told me this later and as you might be right now they were laughing not only at what I said but how I said it with my broken ass English.

Back to the fight. When I got hit by this fool and later when I pushed him his Lock flew out of his hand. Apparently this fool tried to knock me out with his lock. The fact that the lock didn't do anything to me at the time and the fact that I took this fool out with one punch gave me some cred in the school. 1000 points RESPECT (thats from GTA got that Homer?).

One of the teachers pulled me into her class room to then take me to the principal's office. Her whole class is already seated and she asked me "what happened" I said "Tom started it he hit me with lock in head." (I didn't mistype the way you read it is the way i said it)

After that I was seen as someone that shouldn't be picked on. I laugh at the stupidity of this fight but in reality this was the first time I was seen not as a kid to be bullied. This story may not be a big deal to some of you, but for someone with shitty ass clothes, bad accent and very few friends it did wonders for my school reputation.

News alert!!! King Kong is a racist movie.

Recently there has been a lot of talk about the movie King Kong and what it represents. I went through many cites looking for this and found common themes of racial problems with the movie. Here is a list of why this movie is racist towards black people.

1. White people going to remote islands reminds of the white british slavery traders going to africa back in the expedition era.

2-King Kong eats dark women but falls in love with white blond woman.

3-The capture of King Kong is a reminder of these white slave traders capturing black africans.

4-The transfer of King Kong to New York is a reminder of black slaves moved to the new world.

5-The exhibition of King Kong for profits is a reminder of slaving black africans in cotton fields and other areas.

6-The revolt and subsequent destruction of King Kong is a warning to the dark slaves that whites will prevail.

How ridiculous is this? Well, it seems as if people are really analyzing this and looking at all the ways in which King Kong is related to slavery. I'm not black so I don't know how strongly I would feel about this, but being a minority I'll say this. I don't think the movie is racist and is portraying black slavery, but I would like to know who was the first person who thought about this.

It is my opinion that the only racism going on here is the person who started thinking this way. You would have to be racist to look at the different ways in which you can change something like this movie into something as vile as racist connotations. Either that or it's just another person bored thinking of ways in which he/she can start something up because he/she has nothing better to do with his/her spare time.

I find it amusing everytime a Hispanic friend of mine analyzes everything with a racial mind set.
When I see King Kong, I see a big ape looking for some interspecies loving. If there are people who have sex with animals why cant an animal want to have sex with a person? This clip is on point by the way (click on download video).

Lets face it, when this movie was first made the actresses were mainly white and blond. In order to keep the movie going as original as possible, all remakes are made as close as to the original. Personally I like when a remake is as close to the original as possible. And so what if it's a blond chick. Who doesn't like blonds.

How else are they supposed to bring King Kong to the city? It's not as if they had planes back then.

You can go on an on, and of course you can find many more racially related problems with the movie. I just find it somewhat ridiculous for all these thing to be brought up.

Maybe I'm not being sensitive to the issue, but I wont get involved until people start making fun of the brown race.

Big Mike.

This will be, I'm hoping, the saddest post I will write. I write this post with tragic news. Some of my readers might remember my past post about Big Mike. I just found out he has passed in the most tragic of ways (that's all I'll say about that). My heart aches because I can no longer call on one of the person's with the biggest hearts I have ever met. To be honest I can actually count the number of people I know that have a heart as big as his.

I guess writing this post will let me get some things out and maybe get you a glimpse of my friend.

I met Big Mike on volunteer day at the lawschool. As the coordinator was distributing tasks, something last minute came up. The coordinator asked who would be willing to dig a whole to get to a clogged pipe. Mike raised his hand with no hesitation. He was always willing to do something to help out. God knows he helped me out.

We had many classes together and we talked a lot about what we wanted to do. He wanted to work in employment law in the management side. He was the founding father of the Pikes at UW Whitewater and helped establish the chapter at UW Madison.

I obviously can't tell you everything about him in this post but I will leave you with one of my fondest memories.

After my first year of law school my wife gave birth to our twin daughters. When I told Mike the news he looked as happy as I did. He gave a hug, a congratulations and a smile that was some what hidden by his bushy mustache and beard. We celebrated with his favorite drink, Captain and Coke (he would not drink anything else). Once they were born I moved to Milwaukee to be close to family. About two weeks before school started I received a call from Big Mike.

"Hey, what's up man, I'm in town. I wanted to see the girls and just stop to say hi"
"Good to hear from you Big Mike, I'll be home all day, stop by"

He knocked on the door, I opened it, and there he was, with that big smile and presents for my daughters. He bought one of them a stuffed Winnie the Pooh (color fuchsia ) and a stuffed Eeyore (a light blue color). He was so happy to give it to them, again he looked as happy as I would've been to give that to them. To this day my ddaughters have to sleep with them.

He stayed a while, played with my girls and we talked. He always asked me about my daughters (to me this is one of the most important things, when people truly have an interest in your kids tells you a lot about the person, and not those superficial questions but really wanting to know how they are, etc.)

When my wife gave birth to our third daughter, he wanted to see her and is unfortunate he never got to. It's unfortunate I will never speak to him and saddens me that I will never see that smile again.

I called him Big Mike because he was built like a rock but in reality it also means because he had such a big heart. I will always miss him and my thoughts are with his family. I never experienced this before with someone so close. I pray for his soul and will never forget him.

BIG MIKE, I WILL ALWAYS MISS YOU