Here is my freedom of speech in action. I was just a third leg in a argument that has taken place in my household. Here is the issue at hand.

Last night, for a new years eve party, my brother got a invitation to a party down the street. Him and his girlfriend were going to attend. The invitation requested that guests bring something to share. (eat).

 Im watching tv in the family room, with my dad, mom, brother, and his girlfriend. My brother was just killing time before they left to go to the party. My mom had seen the invitation, and had seen that it requested the guests to bring something to share. Being a good women, she offers to my brother to take a cheese ball, and a box of crackers. She gets it all prepared in a plastic bag for him to take over.

While all sitting in the family room, the discussion of why or whynot he should take the bag of crackers began. My brother, puting up a show of why he should not take the bag, and myself, and mother, of why he should on good measure. He makes jokes of how it would be funny if he left them here, and my mom came over to the house going "Mikey! You forgot your crackers!" and making a big scene about it. He jokes of how he would leave them just to see that happen.

Time comes, and he leaves with the bag.

I leave for my party.

Next afternoon, my mom while in my room, looks out my windows and sees the bag of crackers on the room of the garage.. Thrown there. My brother returns home from work, and is met with my mom, a bit upset over finding the bag on the roof.

Being also current bad weather, with sleet falling even as I type, it isnt safe to go on the roof to retrieve the bag. My brother and my mom errupt in a argument of now, how "forced" my brother was to take it, and embarrassed to have to take it. Other reasons, I missed due to not actually being in the arguement.

I bark out, more then I should have, that he should have taken the bag, it was a kind thing to do. And soon I found myself attacked.

I sat quietly out of the argument, till another comment burned me. I yell to the other room, of how my brother doesnt talk to his mother that way. I then found my brother taunting me, bumping his chest, and throwing his arms in the air. Requesting that I enter that same room, to duke it out. I was furious. I began to get up, and my mom yelled for me to stay out of this. Granted, my brother may have more muscle then me, and actually know how to punch, but do not taunt me, over family, expecially ones mother, for I bottle anger for years, and you wont want to be on the other end of the bottle, when you shake it up.

Their arugment ended, and my brother stormed off, my mom is tears. It wasnt till after all this, and my mom had begun to settle down, that I found out my brother was reacting to my mom grounding him. Hes never been grounded before, and thank god that finally, a strick stick has fallen upon his wrist.

Ahhh, want a great rant...

-Matthew R. Voigt  "OppressioN'