Dog the Bounty Hunters Fall from Grace

What a ridiculous world we live in.

I have never really been a huge fan of the Dog but I believe there are lots of programs on TV that offer a lot less. My wife is a fan of the show, and I have watched it with her more than once. In truth I believe that it played 'marathon' style for one afternoon and evening in our humble home here in Wichita Kansas.

And now he has been captured by his son in a racist and hateful rant.

This writer however, doesn't think that is the real story.

I'm going to admit something here. I am not perfect. I am set in my ways, and a product of my environment.

Occasionally I say horrible things.

That's not exactly accurate...

Occasionally I shout horrible things.

My moments of weakness normally happen when I am driving. My targets are often the Elderly, Handicapped, breast cancer cure supporters, blacks, and women.

"I think they should keep the cripples at home in their cages instead of out here on the roads impeding traffic!"

I have been known to bellow, as I slow to 20mph, while merging onto the freeway behind the driver who is moving slow in the mini-van with the handicapped plates.

"Why do they allow the gray-hairs out on the road at all ?"

I explode, as I lay on the horn, while the light cycles from green to yellow for the second time, while I glare at the gray haired head poking above the seat of the Buick in front of me.

"I wonder if I would be the bad guy if I took a ball bat and smashed the speakers out of that black b@stards car?"

I might sarcastically muse while I strain to hear the talk radio station, in my car, as the guy next to me vibrates the entire planet, with his gazillion watt base cannon.

"I wonder if we are any closer to a cure because that idiot has 12 pink magnetic ribbons ruining the paint on her Toyota Prius?"

I might ask my son, as we sit in traffic behind a woman who supports the Cure in very bold way.

"That woman wouldn't even need a head piece if I stuck her cellphone in her a$$."

I have been known to mumble from time to time even while driving alone, as someone almost looses control of their vehicle while their phone is jammed to their ear while driving.

Does this mean that I hate blacks, women, breast cancer supporters, the elderly and the handicapped? No it doesn't.

It does mean that I am human. It means I have a mean and spiteful spirit from time to time. It means sometimes I forget that other people share this world with me. Sometimes I am bad, and sometimes I am small.

But people who know me, know that most times I'm good.

I refuse to sing my own praises, but I will say that over-all my conscience is clear, and my Family and friends love me. I'll stand on that.

I consider my self a Man of G*d. I believe in the Torah (the old testament) and I believe that there are lots of parallels between one story that is found there and this exact situation.

The story that I refer to is in Genesis Chapter 9 (Please read it if you need clarification.)

I will paraphrase it here to an absurd extent.

Noah leaves the Ark, plants a vineyard and gets drunk. He passes out and is naked. One Son see's this situation and exploits it in some way. The other Sons hear about it and cover their father while protecting his Modesty. Noah asks G*d to curse the son that exploited him, and to bless the Sons that protected him. Apparently G*d heard this prayer and did just that.

In my opinion getting drunk and passing out 'naked' is wrong. But the greater wrong lies with the Son who exploited the situation. The good Sons protected their Father in his moment of weakness. The bad Son exploited him for his own benefit. It's basic, it's simple, but seems to me to have a distinct ring of truth.

Dog had a moment of weakness, and he was wrong. But in my opinion the sin of the Son far outweighs the sin of the Father.

In my simplistic point of view, I ask myself this question when judging a mans character. Would I invite him to dine with my family and myself.

I would happily dine with Dog.

I have seen him council drug addicts. I have seen him offer the hand of friendship to the hand he just put cuffs on. I have seen him offer a kind word, and firm instruction. I have seen him take a prisoner into the back door to be booked while Beth (his wife) goes into the front door to post bail for them again.

I just can't say the same about his son Tucker Chapmen. I don't call down curses because it is Mitzvot and just bad business, I will say that Tucker has some growing up to do.

Something to consider isn't it.