When I was a punk teen and twenty-something, I did drugs, dealt drugs, debased women, burglarized homes and was kicked out of both high school and college for my behavior.
When I was sixteen-years-old, I was arrested on Mother’s Day for stealing water skis and was placed on probation.

This essay by Doug Giles appears today in Townhall.

Who’d a thunk it?  He reminds young punks and their families and friends that there is a connection between action and reaction, either in this world, or the one that comes after, sooner or later.  And if a teen is killed as a result of his misdeeds, nobody should gussy up his reputation, or shift blame to someone else, or blame the killer for his death.
Doug Giles (the father of Hannah Giles, who, with James O’Keefe, busted Acorn), confesses the misdeeds of his youth:

I was not an “innocent teen,  full of potential.” I was full of something all right, but it wasn’t potential. I was a piece of teenage, criminal crap. I chose to break the law. I chose alcohol and drug use and abuse. I chose to be an idiot and to emulate fools. I chose to disappoint my family, my country and my God. I was hell on two skinny legs and I had no one to blame but myself.

Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton, and others like them are responsible in their “communities” for the perpetuation of violent crime, drug use, alcoholism, sexual promiscuity, and a general lack of responsibility.  The death of a young man like Trayvon Martin is always a “tragedy”, removed from its cause by magic at the moment of his death.  This “magic” is not confined to the black community, by any means, though it seems to have become matter-of-fact there.
If a black man speaks the truth about life in the ghetto, he is called names like “Uncle Tom” or “House Nigger”.  A white man who speaks the truth is called a “racist”.  So it is that our politicians either stand silent, or perpetuate the myths.
Doug Giles continues:

If I would have died of an overdose or from a crime that I had committed, I would hope to God that no one would stand over my casket and blame other people, or culture, or lack of education, or my neighborhood, or some other people group because that stuff was all on me. I would hope my life would have become a proverb, a veritable deterrent to aberrant behavior.
Look, young thugs, you can fault a gazillion things in life for why you do what you do and the media, reverends, activists and the press can run posthumous interference for you, gussying up your sullied past. But that doesn’t change the eternal fact that God is going to hold you personally responsible for your actions; and you cannot BS him.

Continue reading at Townhall….