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You’d be surprised. Or.
Perhaps you would not.
Maybe you even, already know…..
By now, am fairly certain and sure you and ya’ll are tired of the ole’ “When I was a kid stories”.
Please indulge in this informational knowledge. It could help you in the long run. I am not just sitting here looking this good without a little “help”. When lightning strikes once, don’t stand under a tree. If it strikes twice, consider yourself redeemed.
Pass it on.
Here is a little street talk about an activity called: Tattle telling. A tattle tale. As in “telling on someone”. Ratting. Telling a real truth.
On the schoolyard, playground, the fields of our youth and young adult-ness, the lightning is an energy, a “bringing to light”, raising awareness if you will. Please absorb my seriousness of this real problem and indulge in the diction-aria-l meaning before and in your application to real life. Real life activities. Real truths.
The law is “around” to protect. To provide protection. Or at least it used to be. It has been a bit “watered down” as of late.
In a dispute, disagreement, fight, when a sibling, friend or nemesis would do something we did not like, we would, in defense of our position sternly, briefly say to our opponent “I’m gonna tell on you”—leave ‘em shaking in their boots for certain. We wished, because we did not have a plan other than telling our parents, a trusted adult. Because we were right and they were wrong. And it had to matter.
Didn’t it? Doesn’t it? Wouldn’t it? Shouldn’t it? We would tell on our nemesis and our parents would “take care of you”. Really? We had the power of our parent, our trusted adult to be our ally as we faced down the wheeler dealer fibbing opponent. Oh. We felt strong and righteous.
Power. The kind of shaking—powerful. A good shake. A power like no other because our parents would go to bat for us for certain. Because we were imparting fear on you of a celestial order. In telling on you to our parents.
You know, the generational megaphone, microphone, mic drop of all times.
The sad part. Is. If only they knew. The truth. The whole truth. And nothing but the truth. So help me God. Until then. It is a childhood fact that parents, a trusted adult do not know everything. No one does. But with our boots. On the ground and our parents, a trusted adult in our corner, we could take on the world.
It meant, “ We saw something and we said something”. We were the boss. The boss of you. The boss of our destiny and you were going down “chump”.
Our nemesis would reply to us, “You are such a narc”. Narc being the equivalent of a “tattle tale too. As if to scare us into thinking we were weak and fearfully running to “tell our mommy and daddy”. That you are the one going down.
Oh. The simple times.
A “tattle taler” was really a person, especially a child, who reveals secrets or informs others. A tell tale. Synonyms are: informant, collaborator, fifth columnist, double agent (ooooooo), spy, infiltrator, whistle-blower, plant, betrayer, traitor, Judas, double-crosser, turncoat, intelligencer, beagle.
Beagle. We all have had a hint, a clue as to the inhumane, tortuous, cruel treatment of a beagles as of late. Yep. And if so called trusted adults are not even capable of truth, then God help us all. So much blah, blah, blah and passing the buck. Don’ t do that.
That was then and this is now.
One of the attributes of a beagle, and the chosen synonyms, is the strength to tell the truth. The whole truth.And. Nothing but the truth. So help me God.
A tattle taler is a person who frequently reports misbehavior.
It can also mean someone who gossips indiscreetly, a blabbermouth.
So. What’s the point?
Psychological warfare includes trusting the sanity of our trusted adults, our parents. And before your next “package” is dropped on your door step. You had better be aware of where the package is coming from as well as a bit or two about their background. An awareness of the neighborhood, the hood so to speak.
Because as sad as it is today, you know, with our watered-down lack of enforcement of the laws of the land, we are are vulnerable. Too vulnerable. My advice.
Read the small print. Twice, Thrice, Or more. Because you really do not want to be the one left
”Holding the bag”.
Huh? Furthermore.Be aware. Be astute. Be careful. How it is packaged.
Threats, “help”, “neighborly camaraderie”. A place on the roster. A place at the table. A place “next to me”. A place next door to me. Before you agree to take a neighborly pledge to receive a package, be cautious and careful who is dropping off. And, what they are dropping off. At your doorstep. And. Most importantly. Why.
You would be sadly surprised at the nature of the deliverer. Sad. But true. I wish for you many days of tattle telling. Even if and when you may be wrong. It is better to “See something” and “Say something”, rather than be the recipient of a load of
Crap. (Pardon my French)
What to do? What to do? I suggest you consult your parents, a trusted adult, another tattle taler before your doorbell rings and you answer the call of a “package” of no return.
Because, what is delivered on your doorstep may not be what you “ordered”, think, or did not order. It could be a giant bunch of
Crap (Pardon my French)
When we lose our lunch, cookies, minds, lemme tell you the next best thing is not to turn to a narco, narci, but to narc on yourself and then you will be in the best shape in order to help, really help your fellow man, neighbor and maybe even your nemesis.
That is what it is all about, right? “See something, say something” Right. This tattle tale is not for the weak, it is not color coded, size measured, or babble worthy. Although that could be one of the side effects of engaging in the practice of systemic use of trafficking the package onto
“The next guy”. Becoming babble worthy. Being left with a little package you did not order, while the other guy quickly stops, turns and runs like mad leaving you, your friend, neighbor
”Holding the bag”. The bag of relief. The bag of belonging. The bag of your future? A bag of rocks? The bag of hard knocks. Hardly. Hopefully no.
Before you get “hooked”. Be the tattle teller of all tattle tellers. It will be your best line of defense. Your best line of relief. The only and best relief is in telling the truth.
Signed. Initialed. and Sincerely,
A trusted adult.
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