Toppy's POV

Toppy's Point of View I've been doing these POV's for a while now. If you don't mind this one is going to be a little longer than most. Every Citizen in the U.S. is guaranteed the right to voice their opinions on different subjects. Which is what I'm doing, but please remember you as the reader has the right to agree or disagree. If you agree I'd like to hear it. If you don't then write your own POV. This is just like a T.V. channel. You have the right to watch it or not.

With that said the other day my sister asked me if I kept copies of my writings. I don't really unless I want to back track through the Facebook archives, and make copies of every single thing I've written over the past five or six years, or however long I've been on Facebook. I won't make a habit of writing my POV's like this all the time. My sister just wants to see how I write things I guess. Over the past month I've been laid up in the bed with a cracked foot. Because a few months ago the back of my oldest chair, decided to fall through. When I tilted back to get straight in the chair that morning, the back of the chair fell off. I went straight down to the floor head first. Those of you who have Facebook probably read about it. It took the nearest Fire Station, the whole company (about five or six guys) to come get my weird bag of bones off the floor. A week or so later while sitting in my newest chair, I was trying to get up under my desk, and my arm had a spasm I guess. Before I knew it I was bouncing off the walls. Like a ball bearing in a pinball game. When the smoke cleared I was on the other side of the room, from my desk where I started. My foot was up against the bed, and the Doctor said I cracked it. I've been arguing with the Doctor back and forth. The first thing somebody always says is that stupid word "Hospital". Which I didn't necessarily need because the last two times I was in the Hospital it never was the best place for me. In the first place your under a lot of stress because your in a different environment. In the second place you've got different people coming in the room to do things to you nonstop. A.M. or P.M. it doesn't matter. One time I had an orderly who sounded like He was from South Africa. Because He spoke with an accent. He came in the room at Midnight, I know because I looked at the clock when He came in the door. Both hands on the clock where straight up at Midnight, Truth. Also since I have a care staff of people that take care of me anyway. That know me and how to work with me. My quality of care may be a little better than it would be at a Hospital. Because these people work with me on a regular basis. I'm still having to be carefull when I get out of bed, because I'm in a great deal of pain still. The Doctors told me growing up, that my disability would make things a little worse than usual. Now I can tell that fact is catching up with me. So I have had a lot of time to lay in bed and think about things, and see things in the news and through the T.V. I can watch the rest of the world go nuts. Even though all of our police forces throughout this country are doing the best they can. It seems to me sometimes that the thin blue line as they call it. The one that's supposed to protect us may have a few knots in it. Sometimes I feel like we may be reverting back to the old west. Before too long, the entire population is going to start carrying a weapon of some sort. Half of them already do these days anyway. Rather than staying home and taking care of our local problems, the President and others in the Government have decided to keep a lot of our people fighting and dying, so the rest of the crazies in the world won't come over and kill us as we sleep. Also the people of Afghanistan remind me sometimes of those people on welfare. They wanna keep us around to fight for them and let Big Brother

America watch over them. So they do not have to learn to take care of themselves. This is the same way that some people on welfare look at things. They would rather get Government handouts instead of jobs. So sometimes it looks like we are damned if we do and damned if we don't. The other thing that bugs me while I am sitting here venting.

Is the Politicians and the Presidential campaign that may come up in a year or so. So far we only have a hand full of people insulting each other and trying to win the nomination for each of their parties. It seems to me the biggest loud mouth so far is Donald Trump. He may know a lot about Real Estate, but forget about running for office.

By insulting the other candidates the way He is, He is only making himself look bad. By giving everyday on TV something to laugh at. If your a TV personality you should know how to edit yourself before the words come out of your mouth. At this rate He may not only lose the election but also his toupee that he insists isn't a toupee. Also over the past year or so I have been accused of saying things out of turn and acting like a big mouthed redneck. I don't mean to act like this maybe I was influenced a little bit by others, but I would also like to remind those people who have accused me of these things that isn't their a bible verse that says let Him without Sin cast the first stone. Or people who live in glass houses should not throw stones. Remember Karma could always turn around and bite you in your rear. Also now that I'm getting older, over these years I've learned form myself that a guy with a disability doesn't have the same amount of chances that a regular ambulatory person does. To get married and have a family.

Because you can't chase after your favorite person. And after you have been through some of the stuff I've been through lately I don't think it would be right to ask your spouse to help me do some of the things I have to do everyday. If you do get married and things work out the way you like just consider yourself pretty lucky. Thank you for reading this POV I hope I didn't put you to sleep. Toppy C.