About Mike Vargas
I was born and raised in South Philadelphia, the youngest son of the first Puerto Rican Mummer. My family is musically and artistically gifted on both my parents side.
As a small child I idolized my older brother Eddie and wanted to be like him, who played harmonica and percussion. I wanted to play harmonica like my brother, so at the age of six I hounded my mother to no avail till she got me ... read more
4 months ago
May God richly bless you all in Jesus name. I thank God for all of you, Over the past month I have been blessed to receive and respond to some of you through messages on the site. This brings joy to my heart. I have posted two new songs on number one music. The first one is "When You Call" it is about being in midst of a storm calming your heart seeking the Lord with in it, and hearing him call your name to walk over the adversities in your life, The other One is titled "One" It is about God taking people from all walk of life, economic, and social classes and making them one nation in the kingdom of God. Please when check out the music, also check out the videos connected to them for my videos on YouTube I have been live streaming on Sunday Afternoon. If you subscribe and hit the bell I will be letting you know when I go live. I love you all. Please keep me in your prayers and know that you are always in mine.
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10 months ago
Mike Vargas is a South Philadelphia original blues gospel songwriter who's style is a mix of Dylan and Robert Johnson, based on personal life experience. His music can be supported Followed on
An original song written Mike Vargas for a long lost love who knew how act in mercy to the extreme. You can support his music on Patreon :link
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I would send out my heart felt gratitude to all you who support my music. May God bless you all. Please forgive me for getting this letter out so late. My older brother Edileberto Vargas Jr. was rushed to the hospital with a blood clot in his brain. Please if you can find the time please pray for him. Now you can purchase my music on site, just click the link to the song that you want to purchase and check out the the link to my Patreon site where you can support me as a patron. When I get some patrons I plan to do a weekly live stream. This month I have two things to share with you one is a song that I wrote for a long lost love who had an amazing ability to give out mercy. The second is a link an article that I posted on my blog which I just restarted( link).be blesses this holiday season.
Manners are the external expressions of our reverence or lack thereof. I was raised to respect, elders, public officials, and all authority figures. My childhood friends and I addressed each other parents, as Mr. and Mrs., and we watched our words in front of them. Our families honored our community by looking out for their neighbor's offspring. The public and law enforcement had a courteous relationship. Even if you disagreed with a government official you always spoke of them respectfully because of his or her position. Our culture was racially mixed, but we honored each other as Americans for the most part. In the sixties that all started to change. It was a time of social revolution by a generation without a clue. Our manners towards one another has degraded because our mutual respect has faded. From my childhood, till today our nation has gone through a paradigm shift from a community focus to a self-focus, that has altered our manners towards each other in our personal, professional, and public lives.
Our relationship with lovers, family, and friends are not as intimate as they once were, because we have forgotten the art of putting the needs of our loved ones above our own. As a child I watched my father's generation, raised in the fifties, constantly put their wants aside for their families. They believed that their true legacy was not based in material possessions, but in the longevity of their posterity. However, the children that they raised in the sixties did not embrace the same ideals. The following generation rejected the ways of their parents, favoring the approach of life presented at the Woodstock festival of 1969. This was a time of cultural transition from community focus to self-focus. Personal gratification become the main pursuit in lives. Today, our culture has little family values left. In large numbers, children have been abandoned by one or both parents, because this generation puts self-first, and considers material possession as their legacy instead of their posterity. Manners are taught in the home first, and the break down in the family unit has created void in the knowledge of good manners, that has a huge effect in our professional lives.
In our work relationships we no longer practice, swallowing our pride for the good of the group, but do much damage in the insistence of our own way. One of the greatest assets of being raised in a strong family unit is being trained to humble yourself. In my father’s generation the emphasis was on teamwork, based on mutual respect, stemming from the acceptance and implication of this common principle, which is, if management is good to labor, the workers will watch out for the company. At that time the was an overall standard of cordiality in the work place. Unfortunately, the Woodstock festival instilled in the youth of that time a spirit of rebellion to authority. According to the Woodstock message the purpose of the rich was to exploit the poor. To add insult to injury the labor unions used that message to demonize management for the purpose enlisting loyalty from the workforce. Over the last decades groups have built upon these things to gain control over the populous, and the result of this is an ill-mannered conflict between economic classes, who actually have a common interest in the welfare on the nation and should be working together. These factors affect us greatly in our public display of manners.
While in public gatherings we no longer respect the authorities that exist, but rather demand that they submit to us. My parents honored law enforcement, and the military as those that put their lives on the line daily order in to protect our freedom and liberty. Restaurant owners used to feed the police for free as a thank you for their service. During the during the war in Viet Nam of the sixties and seventies that began to change. The returning soldiers were not treated as heroes by the American people, but as criminals. They were shunned, Alienated, and slandered. Today the police are openly threatened and attacked. If they pull out their guns to protect the public and themselves from violent arm criminals, we treat the police like felons and actually defend those that mean harm to the public. I see this every day the worse manners of all, the defacement public property to make political statements. In the pass all points of view could be presented in public, and debated with civility. Today, we do not exercise the proper manners to listen to the opposing argument, with the understanding that no man has all the answers. Disagreeing we an established authority is one thing, disrespecting the authority's humanity is another. In the public arena we exercise the horrible manners of being too proud to listen, and being hostile to those that does not agree.
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