It's something about the summer months that I enjoy and I miss August already. Even if I don't go to the beach or hang out like I used to, it's something about summer that says 'fun'. People seem more open and joyful during the summer; almost like during Christmas. Even though I know it's pretty much an act, I like it when the season changes the spirit of people. For a brief moment in time, it gives me hope.
So now it's September and I have to find something to do with these months. A while ago I had a fall romance that changed my entire impression of the cooling climate. She was 10 years my senior. Not too attractive but sexy in ways I wasn't used to. Plus she was cultured and very confident in herself. She took me to see the Phantom of the Opera and afterwards, we made love in the back of a limousine. We had dinner at fancy Italian restaurant and when I was leaving, the Maitre D' asked if I would like him to summons my driver. I felt very important. We would meet one day during the week at a hotel and then on the weekends. It only lasted 4 months, but it was the best fall I'd ever had. A few months ago I caught up with her and we had lunch. She was always abrasive for the first few hours and things hadn't changed. I remember sitting up and thinking to myself, "Why am I going through this?" We were supposed to go see a play, but I didn't feel the need to go through torture. I always felt like I was being punished for something someone else did. But the one thing I can never take away from her is the good feeling she gave me about fall-I always associate this time a year with romance-warm coats, walks at night holding hands in some fancy outdoor gathering spot. Thanks W.
When I was a kid, summer was always the time that I met new girls who were on vacation at a relative's house. When I was 11 I met Robin from Pasadena. Robin, who had an older brother named Miles, was so cute. She had befriended my sisters initially. When they all met, I was in Louisiana living with an aunt. When I returned to California and met Robin, I was immediately taken by her. She was mean, but somehow I was able to get beyond it. I remember our first kiss-it was at dusk and as the sun set and darkness became our ally, I pulled Robin close to me and stole a kiss...and then another, and then another. Later on that night, I could think of nothing else. I remembered everything about that moment. The way her breath came in short pants, the way she subtly moaned as our lips slightly parted and our tongues met. The way she held me tightly as though she stood at the edge of a precipice. Perhaps we both stood on that edge-it was heaven. I didn't get to kiss Robin ever again after that night. She went back to her regular old mean self-I think she pinched me once afterwards. That's as 'bout as close as I was ever to get to her again. There's an old photograph of my 11th birthday party, and in the shadows, if you look really hard, you can see the faint image of Robin. For many years afterwards I would stare at that photo and relive that memorable kiss.
One summer, the gods sent me Toni. Toni was the daughter of a friend of the family. She had two brothers, one older and one younger, and we'd all practically grew up together. Toni was a quiet, shy girl who I was always attracted to, but she was my friend's younger sister so basically she was off limits. When I was 13 there was an annual summer event that took place at Toni's parents place and lasted all weekend. Motorcylce groups as far away as Arizona and Texas would travel and attend this event in a rural part of California. Back then, black people would get together and enjoy one another without the shooting and killing that we see so much of today. It was an exciting time for a kid my age. We would always steal beer from the many tubs around the property and get tipsy. Saturday night, the brothers and I pitched a tent and camped out with the rest of the riders. Toni stayed in the tent with us for a few minutes and it was then we had our first kiss. Her brothers were there but paid us no attention. It was electric. I think she always had a crush on me, but this was the first time I acted on it. Eventually, her mother called her in for bed. But I wasn't done. I knew that her parents would be at work Monday so I told her we would continue then. On Monday I returned and lost my virginity with Toni. The funny thing is, I didn't see it as a big deal. I had always experimented sexually with girls, but had never really gone all the way. What we did was so innocent. I know that most people wouldn't look at it that way, but the adoration we had for one another was so natural and pure. It was beautiful to me at the time, and I still feel that way today.
The summer also brought me K and P. They were both girls who went to my church. We all sang in the choir together and they use to flirt with me at the same time. It was as though they both wanted me...at the same time. But that's far too much for a 15 year old to wrap his head around. K and I had our chance one night when my mother went out of town and my two sisters and I stayed the night at her house. We met in the living room after everyone had fallen asleep and engaged in extreme heavy petting. We didn't have intercourse, but it was definitely an erotic experience.
Not long after, our church boarded our bus and took a trip to Los Angeles to fellowship with a sister church. On the trip back, P and I sat next to one another. I was no stranger to touching her, we'd done so so many times before. On this particular occasion, I slipped my hand underneath her dress and played with her all the way home. We both were so horny. The irony of the situation was that my mother was sitting two seats in front of us. When we arrived back at our church, I told her that I wanted to see her again and she told me to come to the one of the parishioner's house the next day-she would be babysitting. I rose early the next morning, finished painting the trim on our house, showered and headed over. P and I talked for a while and then went into a bedroom. We too engaged in heavy petting but when she asked if I had a condom and I said I didn't, things came to an abrupt halt. Unlike with Toni, we were both aware of the dangers of pregnancy. We knew people at our school who had become pregnant and neither of us wanted that.
A year prior, I had an awful experience with a young lady. I was 14, she was 15 and her name was Gwen. This was during the Christmas break. Gwen was the granddaughter of a close friend of my mother. She and her twin brother were visiting from Arizona and the adults thought it a good idea that we all get together. For some reason that fact that we were teens going through puberty escaped them because nature was about to have an affect on Gwen, and she was about to have an affect on me. We all met at the shopping area in our little hometown. We did some post Christmas shopping and then took the bus back to my house. Little did I know, Gwen had expressed interest in me to my sisters. At the time, I had no interest in her. I already had an on again-off again girlfriend and Gwen just wasn't that attractive to me-but that was about to change.
When I was 14, I never cut my hair. It was long and bushy and never looked right. Gwen offered to braid it for me and I accepted her offer. This was the first time the two of us were alone together. It had been raining all Christmas break, and this night was no exception. You could hear the tap, tap, tap, of the rain on the rooftop as the Bee Gees song How Deep is Your Love played on the radio. I remember Gwen singing the lyrics in my ear as I sat between her legs, eyes closed, and she french braided my hair. Little did I know, I was subtly being seduced and it was working. All of a sudden she leaned down close to my ear and whispered "Very deep. At that moment my indifference to her changed-I was in love (or so I thought). Afterwards, Gwen and I were inseparable. We convinced our guardians to allow she and her brother to stay over and Gwen and I tried to be alone as much as possible. We kissed and cuddled but were always separated by my older sister Jenn. Jenn was very protective of me but I didn't see it like that at the time. I just felt she was meddling.
They had been at our place for at least three days and my mother decided that we all needed to get out of the house for a change. The 5 of us (Gwen, her brother, my two sisters and I) were dropped off at the theatre and for the life of me, I still cannot recall what movie we saw. After the show was over, we all exited the theatre-Gwen and I were holding hands. I saw my mother parked outside the theatre and we immediately let go of each other's hand, but not soon enough, my mother saw us. The ride home was brutal. There was this deafening silence in the car, and I knew that trouble was brewing. When we arrived at home, my mother immediately called Jenn into her bedroom and the door was closed behind them. I knew Jenn was spilling the beans. Next Gwen was summonsed into the room. I sat in the living room devising my defense. I was 14 and I felt entitled. Furthermore, Gwen and I were in love-she had told me so many, many times over the past few days. I decided I would stand up to my mother.
Not long after Gwen was dismissed, I was called into my mother's room. My mother sat on one side of her bed, Jenn the other and the questioning began.
"What did you and Gwen do?" my mother asked.
"Nothing." I replied sheepishly.
"Don't lie to me boy, tell me what happened."
That boy really stung-I was feeling like a man. My anger began to slowly build.
"I told you, nothing." I said, this time a little firmer. My mother's anger began to build as well, progressing much faster than mine.
"I'm not going to ask you but one more time so don't play with me. What happened." I knew that she meant business and I'd better tell her something and fast. I wasn't afraid of her, but I'd never been in this position before with my mother and I didn't really know what to expect.
"We just kissed and stuff." I said.
"IN MY HOUSE. HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT ME AND MY HOUSE IN SUCH A WAY!!" she yelled. "NONE OF MY OTHER CHILDREN HAVE EVER DONE SO!" I knew this not to be true. My older brother had once kissed a girl in the house, (prior to his defecting to the pink team), but somehow I didn't see how saying so would help my cause.
"YOU WANT TO KISS A GIRL, GET YOUR OWN DAMN HOUSE!"
Now here's where things all went south. It was bad enough I had disappointed my mother, but I was about to disappoint her and embarass myself even further.
"MOM!" I exclaimed, "WE'RE IN LOVE!!"
With that said, my mom rose slowly up from her seated position as though her backside was on a cushion of air. She seemed to float as she yelled,
"NIGGA! YOU DON'T KNOW NOTHING ABOUT LOVE!! GET OUT OF MY ROOM!!"
My mother had never used that word towards me before and at the time I was too confused to understand, but later I learned why my mother reacted so negatively. She knew that I was too vulnerable to the cunning ways of women like Gwen and it disappointed her. I grew up with this idea that women were sugar and spice and everything nice. My mother, in some ways, was partly to blame. She raised me to be gentleman toward women. Always open the door; be polite and assist them when they were in need; never hit a lady. Where she failed was teaching me the difference between a female and a lady, and not to waste my chivalry on females.
I was hurt, shocked, and ashamed all at once. I took one look at my sister and, without speaking, told her that she was no longer related to me; she had just been disowned. The very next day, Gwen and her brother were taken back to their grandmother's house and I was heartbroken. I cried. We didn't even get a chance to say goodbye. School was about to begin and I had no interest in returning. My heart was crushed. But along with that pain was a hatred for Jenn. I felt she had sold me out. Afterwards, when she came into a room, I would leave. I wouldn't speak to her if she talked to me-to me, she didn't exist. This went on for about a week until one day I was standing outside and I heard foot steps approach, it was Jenn.
"Lil' brother, I know you're mad at me and don't want to speak to me, but there's something I need to tell you. When mom called Gwen into the room and asked her what happened, she said that you forced yourself on her. She said that she repeatedly told you no but you wouldn't stop harassing her."
I immediately spun around on my heels and broke my vow of silence.
"THAT BITCH SAID WHAT??!!!" I yelled.
"She said you tried to force yourself on her. But I told mom the truth. It was she that was chasing you and you didn't want to have anything to do with her at first." I thanked Jenn and apologized. I asked her why she didn't tell me before and she said that she knew I was mad at her and didn't want to talk to her. I've always loved my sister, but at that very moment, to know that she had defended me, I loved her more than anyone could ever love someone and that bond has not been broken to this day. She was my big sister again and Gwen, just like that, became my sworn enemy.
The most tragic part of that story is how naiive and vulnerable I was to the manipulations of a woman. That vulnerability was to rear its ugly head many more times throughout my years. But with each successive incident, I became more aware of my vulnerablities and sought to strengthen my weaknesses. I was a boy who lead himself to believe he was a man during a period in life where your hormones are doing wildly unimaginable things to you. Emotionally I was already a wreck. I had always felt alone and lonely, and someone had come along and made me feel loved and good about myself. It wasn't as though my mother made me feel bad about myself, it was just that I was a boy being raised in a house full of women and they had no idea how difficult this time was for me. I was coming into manhood and I had no one to discuss my mental and physical changes with. I often isolated myself in my room trying to find answers to what I was going through. Gwen came along at a vulnerable time in my life and took major advantage of me.
As the years went by, I had many more of these encounters with women. Some of them pleasant, others tragic. All in all, I can honestly say that I've had a love for all seasons and be them good or bad, I wouldn't trade them for the world-well, ok maybe some of them I would.
TPOKW?
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Friday, August 31, 2007
She's Not Your Sister!!!!!
Man, why didn't I think of this before? I think I might have one of the reasons why black men and women can't get along-we keep referring to them as sisters. I know that seems trivial, but language is truly powerful. If you continually tell yourself something, eventually it can come to bear. Whatever you say can manifest itself into being-especially if you say it enough time. So then we're in agreement that their is power in words? So how then have we affected black male and female relations by calling each other brother and sister? If you think about it, we've actually been feuding like immature siblings. Not behaving as a unit, but like two members of a family competing over resources, attention from parents, etc. Sit back and really think about it. The real question is, who decided that we should call one another that? Was it black people themselves? It wasn't us who decided to call ourselves Negroes or African-Americans. In fact, I don't think we've named ourselves since we stepped off the slave ship. Furthermore, the whole brother and sister thing came about at one our most pivotal and revolutionary times during our stay here in America-the 60's. If there was truly a time in history that we could have instituted change it was during that period of black love, black pride, unity and revolutionary spirit. I, for one, am a revolutionary baby-I was born during that period and it has been the foundation of my beliefs as far back as I can remember.
Anyway....
We both know that anything Massa gives us ain't worth a hoot. He fed us the least healthy of the food. Gave us the raggediest clothing he could get his hands on-he could have sprung for some uniforms...come on, even a prisoner gets a uniform. He gave us the least desirable housing quarters. Broke up our families. He wouldn't let us read and gave us what I consider the most damaging element to our community, his useless, watered-down version of religion. So what makes us think that in this day and age he is going to give us anything worth having? I'm not sure where those silly terms brother and sister came from, but we truly are acting like immature siblings toward one another. Our sista's, like most sisters do, even go tell on us. That's right, go poll some of those young men sitting their asses up in jail, you'd be surprised how many of them up there because their sista went and told on them.
I don't want to sound like Malcom X, jr. but the one thing that white people fear the most is a unified black community. There's no competing with an awakened black people. The trickery runs so deep, do you know that in America if you're born with one drop of black blood you're considered black. But in any other part of the world, especially North Africa, if you have one drop of white blood you're considered Caucasian? Yes people...this is true! Ethiopians are considered Caucasians. Those Indians like Veejay Singh (golfer) that have that jet black skin but straight black hair? Caucasian. Yes. So then, what really is a Caucasian? And why the two different standards? The point that I'm trying to make is that there is power in language and something so subtle as calling your God-given mate your sister has to impact us negatively. She's your mate, not your sibling. And the majority of black folk I know highly detest incest. What is it doing to your mind to call this woman you have carnal knowledge with sister?
They are our women-let's drop the brother and sister schtick-especially since we can't really say where it came from. Perhaps if we start calling one another something else, something more appropriate, we might begin to see a change in how we relate to one another. I've got it....allow me to greet you all, my Black Queens.....
Gotta get to work.
TPOKW?
P.S. And ya'll gotta stop calling us worthless nigga's (I don't care how you spell it-it's got to stop). Deal?
Anyway....
We both know that anything Massa gives us ain't worth a hoot. He fed us the least healthy of the food. Gave us the raggediest clothing he could get his hands on-he could have sprung for some uniforms...come on, even a prisoner gets a uniform. He gave us the least desirable housing quarters. Broke up our families. He wouldn't let us read and gave us what I consider the most damaging element to our community, his useless, watered-down version of religion. So what makes us think that in this day and age he is going to give us anything worth having? I'm not sure where those silly terms brother and sister came from, but we truly are acting like immature siblings toward one another. Our sista's, like most sisters do, even go tell on us. That's right, go poll some of those young men sitting their asses up in jail, you'd be surprised how many of them up there because their sista went and told on them.
I don't want to sound like Malcom X, jr. but the one thing that white people fear the most is a unified black community. There's no competing with an awakened black people. The trickery runs so deep, do you know that in America if you're born with one drop of black blood you're considered black. But in any other part of the world, especially North Africa, if you have one drop of white blood you're considered Caucasian? Yes people...this is true! Ethiopians are considered Caucasians. Those Indians like Veejay Singh (golfer) that have that jet black skin but straight black hair? Caucasian. Yes. So then, what really is a Caucasian? And why the two different standards? The point that I'm trying to make is that there is power in language and something so subtle as calling your God-given mate your sister has to impact us negatively. She's your mate, not your sibling. And the majority of black folk I know highly detest incest. What is it doing to your mind to call this woman you have carnal knowledge with sister?
They are our women-let's drop the brother and sister schtick-especially since we can't really say where it came from. Perhaps if we start calling one another something else, something more appropriate, we might begin to see a change in how we relate to one another. I've got it....allow me to greet you all, my Black Queens.....
Gotta get to work.
TPOKW?
P.S. And ya'll gotta stop calling us worthless nigga's (I don't care how you spell it-it's got to stop). Deal?
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
The Gay Agenda. What's Really in their Closet
Those who are closest to me know that I've been kicking around this theory regarding the gay agenda and the cession of power that will undoubtly be yielded by non gays if the agenda is pushed to the forefront. I need to inject this caveat, lest someone accuse me of being homophobic. I am not, nor have I ever been afraid of gays (should I be?). I've had gay coworkers that I would spend time with (in group settings...watch it now), outside of work. I've had gay neighbors, and I even have a gay brother. Doesn't necessarily make me a supporter of their agenda, but it definitely should illustrate no ill feelings on my part toward them.
With that said, I've been wondering what the hell's been going on with our society. Several years ago a close friend of mine said that he recognized a feminizing of the American male. I didn't quite understand what he meant, but I filed it away like I do most things I don't understand with the hopes that some related stimuli will retrieve it at the appropriate time (happens this way for me all the time). I've noticed that their has been, over the years, a subtle attack on the heterosexual male. Think about how his image has been portrayed over the past couple of decades. It used to be he was a dedicated father (i.e. Father Know's Best and The Brady Bunch to name a few). Fast forward to the 90's and we have Homer Simpson and Al Bundy. The male as head of household has been reduced to a neanderthal whose limited intellectual ability always has the family in hot water. Whose image is this of the American male head of household? It isn't the heterosexual American male's image of himself-this much I can assure you. There are very few positive images of fathers on television these days. My Two Dads has me deeply concerned. The title itself seems like a primer. Once you get used to the title, even though the two characters in this sitcom are hetero, how easy would it be to portray two gay males as father types in the future (Six Feet Under anyone?)-you're already comfortable with the phrase my two dads.
Again, I'm not a homophobe, I just have to say that when an agenda is pushed to the forefront, power has to be ceded somewhere and it is usually ceded at the opposite polar end of the emerging agenda. This is why white's were up in arms during the civil rights era-they knew that any gains realized by blacks would somehow impact their social and economic standing. If a gay agenda is pushed to the forefront, heterosexual males would have to cede position in order to make way.
This isn't the first push in this direction. In my opinion, the Women's Liberation movement was a front for the gay agenda. First of all, most of the rights that the Women's liberation movement in the 60's pushed for (equal pay for equal work, bra burning (what man in his right mind would be against a bra-less woman), financial autonomy etc.), most women are silently retreating. Women have discovered that the work place isn't necessarily where they want to be and have started a slow, but steady migration back into the realm of homemaker. The Stay At-Home Mom's or SAHM's are proof that, to some women, the grass wasn't greener on the other side and that the pressures of dealing with the work place for some outweigh the benefits. What's been lost in the process is a generation of children who have been raised on fast-food and MTV.
Furthermore, I believe that the Women's Lib movement of the 60's and 70's was also pushed to the forefront to minimize and diffuse any gains that might have been realized by African-Americans during the civil rights era. The biggest benefactors of the civil rights era were white women. Definitely not black women and most certainly not black men. Most of the the jobs that went to white women were jobs held by black men. When there's an influx of workers into the workforce, more jobs aren't created, and if they are, they are created by bisecting the duties and the pay of one job description to make another.
My suspicions were further confirmed when I analyzed the last election, and once I share this with you, you might see the brilliance shrouded in the deception-I for one have come to admire it. Before I go forward, again, I have to say this is all theory and supposition on my part. It's my independent analyses of facts. It is neither scientific nor is it backed by any intense primary, secondary, or tertiary research-just my analysis of factual data. If you ask most Christians in this country about their experience with the 2004 election, they will probably tell you that they witnessed a demonization of gays. They won't call it that, but ultimately that's what it was. From what I understand, the republicans made their way to churches across the nation, showing them images of gay pride parades and festivals and warning Christians that if they voted for the liberal Democrats, this is what they would be voting for. No Christian in his or her right mind is going to vote for that which is considered an abomination by their religious doctrine. Now here comes the trick, and I'm basing this solely on the recent homosexual revelations that have taken place in the Republican party: Gays used anti-gay rhetoric to convince those most vulnerable to their rhetoric to vote for them....in droves! Brilliant!
Again, I was reminded of this this morning when I discovered the following revelation regarding Senator Larry E. Craig, Republican of Idaho. The Senator was arrested June 11th for solicitous sexual behavior in, of all places, the Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport men's room. An undercover sting operation was being conducted by local law enforcement after reports of sexual activity in the men's restroom. It is reported that the Senator brushed his foot against a plain clothes officer's foot several times and waived his hand under the stall, reportedly a known signal to engage in lewd sexual activity. Allegedly, the Senator repeated this behavior until the officer, situated in the adjoining stall, showed his badge under the divider. The Senator claims that the officer misconstrued his intent. I don't know about you, but if someone behaved this way in the stall next to me, I'm not sure exactly what, other than you being deaf and needing toilet paper, your intent would be but a proposition of some sort.
Then there's the case of the Republican Governor of New Jersey, James McGreevy coming out of the closet and annoucing to the world that he was a gay American. There's Republican Representative Mark Foley's announcement of the same ilk. There are also rumors, all though none confirmed because no one wants to go on record regarding the matter, of the Republican Governor Rick Perry being gay. Again I have to reiterate the last entry has been reported as simply rumor, there are no factual data substantiating the claim. However, it has garnered enough attention to run in the Austin Chronicle.
I attribute many of these revelations to that bigoted, racist, pornographer, Larry Flynt-a man I for whom I have much admiration. He may have ran some seriously racist pictorials in his day, but make no mistake, Mr. Flynt is no friend of the U.S. government. And after offering a reward of $1 million to anyone who had proof of sexual improprieties conducted by Republicans, he opened a can of worms that leveled the playing field and made everyone's sexual misconduct fair game. In comparison, these revelations make indiscretions of former president Bill Clinton, who received a blow job in the oval office, seem like a college frat boy prank. In my opinion, we're sexual creatures and regardless of what our sexual orientation is, we're going to act on impulse. One has to decide what they consider more an abomination-engaging in a heterosexual act with a woman other than your wife in the oval office, or soliciting sexual favors in the men's room at an international airport. I think this one's a no brainer for Christians and non Christians alike. Of course both are considered sins in the bible, but if you had to pick a leader who indulged in either of two evils, which would you choose?
I think the attack on heterosexual males not only by mainstream media, but by the judicial system as well, indicates a hidden agenda that can, in my opinion, be directly linked to a perpetuation of a gay agenda. Who else poses a threat to the gay agenda? Certainly not women. (Most) women embrace gays-if you ever see a heterosexual woman with a gay male, you'd swear they were kindred spirits. There's a certain sisterhood that occurs between the two. And subconsciously I believe that the heterosexual female begins to wish that her mate was as sensitive and understanding as the gay male. She doesn't fully realize that for her husband to espouse any of this individual's behavior, it would make him less and less male. Furthermore, the survival of the species depends upon him being who he is. Never mind that-she needs a shopping buddy and My husband just doesn't understand.
Historically, if you've wanted to infiltrate a people, the easiest access is through their women. You can alter the blood line biologically and alter the social system through mental manipulation of a woman's inherent susceptibility to propagated stimuli. It is my belief that this is why the American man is having so many problems with his woman. She's been co-opted. The only time she has a problem with the gay male is:
A. When he's after her man and
B. When he's duped her into believing that he's hetero when in fact he isn't.
Other than that he's a pleasant distraction.
I'm not advocating the elemination of any group. In fact I believe that gays, lesbians, transgendered, and bi-sexuals should enjoy the protection under the law as any other citizen. I just have a problem with them seizing power and altering the very basis on any civilized society, the natural family structure. Make no mistake about it, the family structure as we've known it in the past is under attack! Women are encouraged to buck the system and behave counter to what would be considered acceptable in a family setting. She, almost sanctioned by law, can attack her husband and then have him arrested for spousal abuse. Women have used the court system time and time again to exact revenge on men and it seems obvious that this is their intent but the system somehow still allows this type of behavior. I don't think women even realize that they've been co-opted by a group of individuals that have but one use for them-reproduction to keep the species alive and flourishing.
Imagine this, and I have to admit this is some War of the Worlds stuff but here goes: Let's say that what I've detailed is true and the gay agenda is total domination. Gays have no use for heterosexual males so kiss them goodbye. And what would become of our beloved women? Well they would be held in captivity and used for breeding purposes only. They could be artificially inseminated to produce offspring whose males are indoctrinated into the lifestyle and whose females would be remanded to breeding camps. Scary? Now this is totally a figment of my imagination, but is it beyond the realm of possibility?
You decide.
TPOKW?
With that said, I've been wondering what the hell's been going on with our society. Several years ago a close friend of mine said that he recognized a feminizing of the American male. I didn't quite understand what he meant, but I filed it away like I do most things I don't understand with the hopes that some related stimuli will retrieve it at the appropriate time (happens this way for me all the time). I've noticed that their has been, over the years, a subtle attack on the heterosexual male. Think about how his image has been portrayed over the past couple of decades. It used to be he was a dedicated father (i.e. Father Know's Best and The Brady Bunch to name a few). Fast forward to the 90's and we have Homer Simpson and Al Bundy. The male as head of household has been reduced to a neanderthal whose limited intellectual ability always has the family in hot water. Whose image is this of the American male head of household? It isn't the heterosexual American male's image of himself-this much I can assure you. There are very few positive images of fathers on television these days. My Two Dads has me deeply concerned. The title itself seems like a primer. Once you get used to the title, even though the two characters in this sitcom are hetero, how easy would it be to portray two gay males as father types in the future (Six Feet Under anyone?)-you're already comfortable with the phrase my two dads.
Again, I'm not a homophobe, I just have to say that when an agenda is pushed to the forefront, power has to be ceded somewhere and it is usually ceded at the opposite polar end of the emerging agenda. This is why white's were up in arms during the civil rights era-they knew that any gains realized by blacks would somehow impact their social and economic standing. If a gay agenda is pushed to the forefront, heterosexual males would have to cede position in order to make way.
This isn't the first push in this direction. In my opinion, the Women's Liberation movement was a front for the gay agenda. First of all, most of the rights that the Women's liberation movement in the 60's pushed for (equal pay for equal work, bra burning (what man in his right mind would be against a bra-less woman), financial autonomy etc.), most women are silently retreating. Women have discovered that the work place isn't necessarily where they want to be and have started a slow, but steady migration back into the realm of homemaker. The Stay At-Home Mom's or SAHM's are proof that, to some women, the grass wasn't greener on the other side and that the pressures of dealing with the work place for some outweigh the benefits. What's been lost in the process is a generation of children who have been raised on fast-food and MTV.
Furthermore, I believe that the Women's Lib movement of the 60's and 70's was also pushed to the forefront to minimize and diffuse any gains that might have been realized by African-Americans during the civil rights era. The biggest benefactors of the civil rights era were white women. Definitely not black women and most certainly not black men. Most of the the jobs that went to white women were jobs held by black men. When there's an influx of workers into the workforce, more jobs aren't created, and if they are, they are created by bisecting the duties and the pay of one job description to make another.
My suspicions were further confirmed when I analyzed the last election, and once I share this with you, you might see the brilliance shrouded in the deception-I for one have come to admire it. Before I go forward, again, I have to say this is all theory and supposition on my part. It's my independent analyses of facts. It is neither scientific nor is it backed by any intense primary, secondary, or tertiary research-just my analysis of factual data. If you ask most Christians in this country about their experience with the 2004 election, they will probably tell you that they witnessed a demonization of gays. They won't call it that, but ultimately that's what it was. From what I understand, the republicans made their way to churches across the nation, showing them images of gay pride parades and festivals and warning Christians that if they voted for the liberal Democrats, this is what they would be voting for. No Christian in his or her right mind is going to vote for that which is considered an abomination by their religious doctrine. Now here comes the trick, and I'm basing this solely on the recent homosexual revelations that have taken place in the Republican party: Gays used anti-gay rhetoric to convince those most vulnerable to their rhetoric to vote for them....in droves! Brilliant!
Again, I was reminded of this this morning when I discovered the following revelation regarding Senator Larry E. Craig, Republican of Idaho. The Senator was arrested June 11th for solicitous sexual behavior in, of all places, the Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport men's room. An undercover sting operation was being conducted by local law enforcement after reports of sexual activity in the men's restroom. It is reported that the Senator brushed his foot against a plain clothes officer's foot several times and waived his hand under the stall, reportedly a known signal to engage in lewd sexual activity. Allegedly, the Senator repeated this behavior until the officer, situated in the adjoining stall, showed his badge under the divider. The Senator claims that the officer misconstrued his intent. I don't know about you, but if someone behaved this way in the stall next to me, I'm not sure exactly what, other than you being deaf and needing toilet paper, your intent would be but a proposition of some sort.
Then there's the case of the Republican Governor of New Jersey, James McGreevy coming out of the closet and annoucing to the world that he was a gay American. There's Republican Representative Mark Foley's announcement of the same ilk. There are also rumors, all though none confirmed because no one wants to go on record regarding the matter, of the Republican Governor Rick Perry being gay. Again I have to reiterate the last entry has been reported as simply rumor, there are no factual data substantiating the claim. However, it has garnered enough attention to run in the Austin Chronicle.
I attribute many of these revelations to that bigoted, racist, pornographer, Larry Flynt-a man I for whom I have much admiration. He may have ran some seriously racist pictorials in his day, but make no mistake, Mr. Flynt is no friend of the U.S. government. And after offering a reward of $1 million to anyone who had proof of sexual improprieties conducted by Republicans, he opened a can of worms that leveled the playing field and made everyone's sexual misconduct fair game. In comparison, these revelations make indiscretions of former president Bill Clinton, who received a blow job in the oval office, seem like a college frat boy prank. In my opinion, we're sexual creatures and regardless of what our sexual orientation is, we're going to act on impulse. One has to decide what they consider more an abomination-engaging in a heterosexual act with a woman other than your wife in the oval office, or soliciting sexual favors in the men's room at an international airport. I think this one's a no brainer for Christians and non Christians alike. Of course both are considered sins in the bible, but if you had to pick a leader who indulged in either of two evils, which would you choose?
I think the attack on heterosexual males not only by mainstream media, but by the judicial system as well, indicates a hidden agenda that can, in my opinion, be directly linked to a perpetuation of a gay agenda. Who else poses a threat to the gay agenda? Certainly not women. (Most) women embrace gays-if you ever see a heterosexual woman with a gay male, you'd swear they were kindred spirits. There's a certain sisterhood that occurs between the two. And subconsciously I believe that the heterosexual female begins to wish that her mate was as sensitive and understanding as the gay male. She doesn't fully realize that for her husband to espouse any of this individual's behavior, it would make him less and less male. Furthermore, the survival of the species depends upon him being who he is. Never mind that-she needs a shopping buddy and My husband just doesn't understand.
Historically, if you've wanted to infiltrate a people, the easiest access is through their women. You can alter the blood line biologically and alter the social system through mental manipulation of a woman's inherent susceptibility to propagated stimuli. It is my belief that this is why the American man is having so many problems with his woman. She's been co-opted. The only time she has a problem with the gay male is:
A. When he's after her man and
B. When he's duped her into believing that he's hetero when in fact he isn't.
Other than that he's a pleasant distraction.
I'm not advocating the elemination of any group. In fact I believe that gays, lesbians, transgendered, and bi-sexuals should enjoy the protection under the law as any other citizen. I just have a problem with them seizing power and altering the very basis on any civilized society, the natural family structure. Make no mistake about it, the family structure as we've known it in the past is under attack! Women are encouraged to buck the system and behave counter to what would be considered acceptable in a family setting. She, almost sanctioned by law, can attack her husband and then have him arrested for spousal abuse. Women have used the court system time and time again to exact revenge on men and it seems obvious that this is their intent but the system somehow still allows this type of behavior. I don't think women even realize that they've been co-opted by a group of individuals that have but one use for them-reproduction to keep the species alive and flourishing.
Imagine this, and I have to admit this is some War of the Worlds stuff but here goes: Let's say that what I've detailed is true and the gay agenda is total domination. Gays have no use for heterosexual males so kiss them goodbye. And what would become of our beloved women? Well they would be held in captivity and used for breeding purposes only. They could be artificially inseminated to produce offspring whose males are indoctrinated into the lifestyle and whose females would be remanded to breeding camps. Scary? Now this is totally a figment of my imagination, but is it beyond the realm of possibility?
You decide.
TPOKW?
Monday, August 27, 2007
The Greatest Divide (exists between black men and women)
I don't quite know the numbers like I used to, but the average African-American home is headed by a single mother. The last figure I read was 35-44% but don't quote me on that. I was searching for a more accurate figure but I'm downloading a episode of "Weeds" from iTunes and it's a bandwith killer. But I won't let that belabor my point.
Quite frankly, I think that it's probably time we start entertaining alternative social systems because it's become evident that the present one simply does not work. At some point we are going to have to scuttle our thoughts and ideas surrounding the family structure and adopt something that benefits everyone involved-not just selected members.
As it stands now, my sisters, you've been awfully selfish. Most of what you want is extremely self-centered and doesn't work in a familial setting. You've become Americanized. Now I want touch on this subject a bit. In the men circles I travel in and around, one of the key concerns with importing a bride is her becoming Americanized. There has to be something to that word. It's truly a concern of most men and I think what that translates to is becoming self-centered and pretty much worthless. An Americanized woman benefits no one but herself-and even in that endeavor she loses. I know very few men interested in a woman who won't care for his kids, won't care for the household, and will destroy the entire foundation for her own selfish desires. I'll give you a couple of true life examples but the names have been changed in order for me to speak on it but still adhere to my tacit confidentiality agreement with the vicitms.
Lita, aged 40-something, is the wife of Shawn and mother of 2, William and Lena. Lita decides to take out a home loan unbeknownst to Shawn. She then throws the money away (I won't say how because that would betray my confidentiality agreement but suffice it to say that throwing it in the trash would have been a more honorable fate for the cash). She then hides any record of the loan from Shawn until one day he gets a phone call from his mortgage company explaining to him that his house will soon be in foreclosure. I won't go into detail any further but Lita isn't to be considered a Lone Ranger. There's Barbara.
Barbara, aged 40-something, the wife of Nathan and the mother of a single child. Barbara gets a personal credit card and charges a whopping $8000 with an accumulated interest of $4000-grand total $12,000. She then decides not to pay on said card for well over a year. Nathan is home one day watching pre-season football and receives a phone call from a collector who proceeds to tell him that a lien is about to be put on his house because Barbara done lost her goddamned mind.
I don't have to tell you that the future of these two women as wives is extremely shaky. What selfish motivation would cause these women to jeopardize the solid foundation of both their families and their homes? I'm neither of them so I couldn't tell you, but needless to say, both Shawn and Nathan had to pony up cold hard cash to save their homes. Now I would like to pose a question to you sista's out there: What should Shawn and Nathan have done? Should they have:
A. Sucked it up and take it like a "man".
B. Immediately filed for divorce and let the chips fall where they may.
C. Administer corporal punishment to their wives.
D. Allow their assets to be seized and let the well run dry.
Before you write to me and tell me that Shawn and Nathan picked the wrong women, I want to remind you that they picked "you". Not you per se, but you in general. Black women, black queens, sista's. And keep in mind that if this isn't outright you, you all know women exactly like this who run in your circles. You know that they are out there doing black men wrong, but you say nothing and you continue to befriend such people, which is considered implied consent. By not speaking out against these women, you are basically saying "There's nothing wrong with what you are doing."
I once knew a woman...let's call her Mandy (because that's her f*cking name-no need to protect this lower life form). Mandy was dating a U.S. Airman who was stationed in Korea. The Airman came home on leave for 30 days and had what I'm assuming was raunchy unprotected sex with Mandy. The Airman then went back to Korea. While he was away, Mandy was screwing several young men, one of which eventually died of AIDS. When the Airman returned from Korea, he came home to the awaiting and loving arms of Mandy who had led him to believe that she was pregnant with twins. Mandy wasn't pregnant. At the time I was dating Mandy's best friend (what an idiot I was), and I overheard the conversation about how she was going to fool the fool. When the Airman returned, he and I took a ride to the bank to pick up some cash. He was lamenting over how hard it was going to be to raise his twins and I just couldn't take it anymore-I spilled the beans. He was in shock, disbelief, horrified, and to top it all off, feeling pretty stupid. I knew I'd stirred up a hornet's nest. I then told him that Mandy had actually gotten pregnant by the young man who eventually died of AIDS but had gotten an abortion in his absence.
When the young Airman returned to Mandy's location, he asked that he speak to her in private. My girlfriend then asked me what was going on and I told her that I told the Airman the truth. My girlfriend then came unglued but I handed her the necessary adhesive and told her to put herself back together and quick lest she suffer the fate that I was most certain would surely befall Mandy. She complied. Mandy and the Airman came back inside and announced that they were leaving-then Mandy looked at me as though I'd just told the Airman that she was really a man and said, "I'm getting someone to kick your ass." To which I replied, "That's just an ass-whipping I'm just gonna have to take, now isn't it? Now go handle your business."
The couple departed and we didn't hear from them again until early the next morning. It was about 8 a.m. and I was still in bed when I heard the knock at the door. My girlfriend looked out the bedroom window and could see that it was Mandy and the Airman-together, as a couple, in love-IDIOT. She let them in and I could hear whispering between Mandy and the Airman, "You said you were gonna kick his ass-what you waitin' on." I could hear Mandy mumble.
"I am, just wait." said the hesitant Airman. She had brainwashed this fool into thinking I was his enemy. Didn't matter to me what shape, size, or previous affiliation an enemy came in-an enemy was an enemy and in order to administer this ass whipping, he was going to have to bring all that he had. The young Airman walked into the bedroom and I sat up in the bed. He mumbled "What's up?" and raised his hand to hit me but I could tell his heart wasn't in it so as he came forward, I grabbed his wrist, threw him off balance and pinned him on the bed while still sitting.
"Hey what's up, I was just saying what's up?" he said.
"Yeah, well next time don't raise your hand so high." I said as I let him up.
I knew that he didn't have it in him to do what she had convinced him to do but he was torn. Poor soul he was too high strung-I'm afraid the strain was more than he could bear. I'll give $20 to first person who can tell me what movie that line is from.
When are our sista's going to stop this nonsense? I'm most certain the Airman wasn't an angel, but to intentionally mislead and betray the man's trust in such a foul manner is just unconscionable. We black men have been declared your enemy and you see fit to do whatever you can think of to us. You'll lie and tell us we've fathered your child knowing full well that the daddy was some louse you screwed on one of your loose nights (without protection). You'll invoke law enforcement into the fray knowing full well that we're their official pinata's. You'll turn our own children against us because we wouldn't stick around to endure your foulness. How did we become your sworn enemy? And how do we convince you that you have become instrumental in the demise of our people. We truly need you to realize that in this wilderness called America you've truly lost your minds. And we need you back in order to rebuild what was once great and beautiful and full of promise for the future. Perhaps none of us here have ever experienced this world that I speak of, but that doesn't mean we can't create it. But we, both men and women, have to decide that this future is worth the sacrifice. Think of it, we could be the generation that goes down in history as the people that changed the course of our people. What a noble and righteous goal to strive to achieve!
And ladies, do not despair. I will get right in the men's asses too! They are not without areas that need improving! There's no excuse that we treat our black women like ho's, bitches, or outright idiots. They know we have an affinity for other women, it's our nature. We have to stop lying about it and be honest. It's deceptive to mislead a woman into believing you're going to only be with her when you know that's not what you plan to do. Many of us know men who have a woman on the side and that woman knows that the man is either married or in a committed relationship. If a woman will get with a man under those auspices, where is the incentive to lie? We all know men who date several women at a time and those women know that he dates other women-where then is the incentive to lie? Toni Braxton had a song called, "Just Be a Man About it" and I think for too long our sista's have been asking us to stop pissing on their heads and telling them that it's yellow rain. Be a man about it. If enough of you blokes man up, perhaps sista's will accept you for who you truly are-or not. But nothing beats a failure but a try. Those old women from yester-year; the ones that were my grandmother and some of your great-grandmothers knew that a man was going to be a man. They would tell a woman, "Chile, let that man alone. He'll come home when he ready." And he always did. Those older women knew that a man's place was out in the world, not at home. His very nature is to go out and piss on as many fire-hydrants as he could and mark territory.
Lastly, I'll leave you with this and I've written it many times but I think it can't be said enough. Nature intended man to be with more than one woman and I can prove it. Take 100 men and 1 woman and put them on an isolated island-come back in 100 years and you'll have 101 corpses. Take 100 women and 1 man and put them on an isolated island-come back in 100 years and you'll have a burgeoning society. I challenge anyone to factually dispute that which was just said.
TPOKW?
Quite frankly, I think that it's probably time we start entertaining alternative social systems because it's become evident that the present one simply does not work. At some point we are going to have to scuttle our thoughts and ideas surrounding the family structure and adopt something that benefits everyone involved-not just selected members.
As it stands now, my sisters, you've been awfully selfish. Most of what you want is extremely self-centered and doesn't work in a familial setting. You've become Americanized. Now I want touch on this subject a bit. In the men circles I travel in and around, one of the key concerns with importing a bride is her becoming Americanized. There has to be something to that word. It's truly a concern of most men and I think what that translates to is becoming self-centered and pretty much worthless. An Americanized woman benefits no one but herself-and even in that endeavor she loses. I know very few men interested in a woman who won't care for his kids, won't care for the household, and will destroy the entire foundation for her own selfish desires. I'll give you a couple of true life examples but the names have been changed in order for me to speak on it but still adhere to my tacit confidentiality agreement with the vicitms.
Lita, aged 40-something, is the wife of Shawn and mother of 2, William and Lena. Lita decides to take out a home loan unbeknownst to Shawn. She then throws the money away (I won't say how because that would betray my confidentiality agreement but suffice it to say that throwing it in the trash would have been a more honorable fate for the cash). She then hides any record of the loan from Shawn until one day he gets a phone call from his mortgage company explaining to him that his house will soon be in foreclosure. I won't go into detail any further but Lita isn't to be considered a Lone Ranger. There's Barbara.
Barbara, aged 40-something, the wife of Nathan and the mother of a single child. Barbara gets a personal credit card and charges a whopping $8000 with an accumulated interest of $4000-grand total $12,000. She then decides not to pay on said card for well over a year. Nathan is home one day watching pre-season football and receives a phone call from a collector who proceeds to tell him that a lien is about to be put on his house because Barbara done lost her goddamned mind.
I don't have to tell you that the future of these two women as wives is extremely shaky. What selfish motivation would cause these women to jeopardize the solid foundation of both their families and their homes? I'm neither of them so I couldn't tell you, but needless to say, both Shawn and Nathan had to pony up cold hard cash to save their homes. Now I would like to pose a question to you sista's out there: What should Shawn and Nathan have done? Should they have:
A. Sucked it up and take it like a "man".
B. Immediately filed for divorce and let the chips fall where they may.
C. Administer corporal punishment to their wives.
D. Allow their assets to be seized and let the well run dry.
Before you write to me and tell me that Shawn and Nathan picked the wrong women, I want to remind you that they picked "you". Not you per se, but you in general. Black women, black queens, sista's. And keep in mind that if this isn't outright you, you all know women exactly like this who run in your circles. You know that they are out there doing black men wrong, but you say nothing and you continue to befriend such people, which is considered implied consent. By not speaking out against these women, you are basically saying "There's nothing wrong with what you are doing."
I once knew a woman...let's call her Mandy (because that's her f*cking name-no need to protect this lower life form). Mandy was dating a U.S. Airman who was stationed in Korea. The Airman came home on leave for 30 days and had what I'm assuming was raunchy unprotected sex with Mandy. The Airman then went back to Korea. While he was away, Mandy was screwing several young men, one of which eventually died of AIDS. When the Airman returned from Korea, he came home to the awaiting and loving arms of Mandy who had led him to believe that she was pregnant with twins. Mandy wasn't pregnant. At the time I was dating Mandy's best friend (what an idiot I was), and I overheard the conversation about how she was going to fool the fool. When the Airman returned, he and I took a ride to the bank to pick up some cash. He was lamenting over how hard it was going to be to raise his twins and I just couldn't take it anymore-I spilled the beans. He was in shock, disbelief, horrified, and to top it all off, feeling pretty stupid. I knew I'd stirred up a hornet's nest. I then told him that Mandy had actually gotten pregnant by the young man who eventually died of AIDS but had gotten an abortion in his absence.
When the young Airman returned to Mandy's location, he asked that he speak to her in private. My girlfriend then asked me what was going on and I told her that I told the Airman the truth. My girlfriend then came unglued but I handed her the necessary adhesive and told her to put herself back together and quick lest she suffer the fate that I was most certain would surely befall Mandy. She complied. Mandy and the Airman came back inside and announced that they were leaving-then Mandy looked at me as though I'd just told the Airman that she was really a man and said, "I'm getting someone to kick your ass." To which I replied, "That's just an ass-whipping I'm just gonna have to take, now isn't it? Now go handle your business."
The couple departed and we didn't hear from them again until early the next morning. It was about 8 a.m. and I was still in bed when I heard the knock at the door. My girlfriend looked out the bedroom window and could see that it was Mandy and the Airman-together, as a couple, in love-IDIOT. She let them in and I could hear whispering between Mandy and the Airman, "You said you were gonna kick his ass-what you waitin' on." I could hear Mandy mumble.
"I am, just wait." said the hesitant Airman. She had brainwashed this fool into thinking I was his enemy. Didn't matter to me what shape, size, or previous affiliation an enemy came in-an enemy was an enemy and in order to administer this ass whipping, he was going to have to bring all that he had. The young Airman walked into the bedroom and I sat up in the bed. He mumbled "What's up?" and raised his hand to hit me but I could tell his heart wasn't in it so as he came forward, I grabbed his wrist, threw him off balance and pinned him on the bed while still sitting.
"Hey what's up, I was just saying what's up?" he said.
"Yeah, well next time don't raise your hand so high." I said as I let him up.
I knew that he didn't have it in him to do what she had convinced him to do but he was torn. Poor soul he was too high strung-I'm afraid the strain was more than he could bear. I'll give $20 to first person who can tell me what movie that line is from.
When are our sista's going to stop this nonsense? I'm most certain the Airman wasn't an angel, but to intentionally mislead and betray the man's trust in such a foul manner is just unconscionable. We black men have been declared your enemy and you see fit to do whatever you can think of to us. You'll lie and tell us we've fathered your child knowing full well that the daddy was some louse you screwed on one of your loose nights (without protection). You'll invoke law enforcement into the fray knowing full well that we're their official pinata's. You'll turn our own children against us because we wouldn't stick around to endure your foulness. How did we become your sworn enemy? And how do we convince you that you have become instrumental in the demise of our people. We truly need you to realize that in this wilderness called America you've truly lost your minds. And we need you back in order to rebuild what was once great and beautiful and full of promise for the future. Perhaps none of us here have ever experienced this world that I speak of, but that doesn't mean we can't create it. But we, both men and women, have to decide that this future is worth the sacrifice. Think of it, we could be the generation that goes down in history as the people that changed the course of our people. What a noble and righteous goal to strive to achieve!
And ladies, do not despair. I will get right in the men's asses too! They are not without areas that need improving! There's no excuse that we treat our black women like ho's, bitches, or outright idiots. They know we have an affinity for other women, it's our nature. We have to stop lying about it and be honest. It's deceptive to mislead a woman into believing you're going to only be with her when you know that's not what you plan to do. Many of us know men who have a woman on the side and that woman knows that the man is either married or in a committed relationship. If a woman will get with a man under those auspices, where is the incentive to lie? We all know men who date several women at a time and those women know that he dates other women-where then is the incentive to lie? Toni Braxton had a song called, "Just Be a Man About it" and I think for too long our sista's have been asking us to stop pissing on their heads and telling them that it's yellow rain. Be a man about it. If enough of you blokes man up, perhaps sista's will accept you for who you truly are-or not. But nothing beats a failure but a try. Those old women from yester-year; the ones that were my grandmother and some of your great-grandmothers knew that a man was going to be a man. They would tell a woman, "Chile, let that man alone. He'll come home when he ready." And he always did. Those older women knew that a man's place was out in the world, not at home. His very nature is to go out and piss on as many fire-hydrants as he could and mark territory.
Lastly, I'll leave you with this and I've written it many times but I think it can't be said enough. Nature intended man to be with more than one woman and I can prove it. Take 100 men and 1 woman and put them on an isolated island-come back in 100 years and you'll have 101 corpses. Take 100 women and 1 man and put them on an isolated island-come back in 100 years and you'll have a burgeoning society. I challenge anyone to factually dispute that which was just said.
TPOKW?
Friday, August 24, 2007
Tagged!! (Damnit)
My dear friend Peculiar Virtue has dragged me kicking and screaming into this 8 things you should know about me but I shouldn't have to tell you game and being a sport, I'm going to participate. But I'm letting the jury know that I should be considered a hostile witness.
Thing number....
1. I'm a talented song writer and when I write a song I like, I listen to it over and over again until I tire of it (listening to one now)
2. I love Q-tips! I liken the experience to sex! Ok, maybe not that good but pretty damn close
3. I once had sex with a Chinese woman that spoke absolutely no english and I speak no Chinese (go figure)
4. Most of my friends are from other countries-Americans annoy me
5. Most people who meet me for the first time think I'm 20 years younger than I am (could it be a behavioral association?)
6. I have a haunting fear of needles and snakes-I'd prefer to cut myself and give blood than have you stick me with a needle
7. I'm in touch with my feminine side but I'm as heterosexual as a male could be
8. I'm truly a mama's boy and won't ever be much else
There-I hope you're satisfied Peculiar Virtue. You Virgin Islanders always get your way ;-)
I'm going to hit One Whirl, Syscovison, Rlawrence, BBGG13, Jade123 ('cause she's hot and a great actress), RIPrince ('cause he's my son and I love him like the air I breathe), and I'll think of some other unfortunate souls to annoy.
Ciao Bella!
TPOKW
Thing number....
1. I'm a talented song writer and when I write a song I like, I listen to it over and over again until I tire of it (listening to one now)
2. I love Q-tips! I liken the experience to sex! Ok, maybe not that good but pretty damn close
3. I once had sex with a Chinese woman that spoke absolutely no english and I speak no Chinese (go figure)
4. Most of my friends are from other countries-Americans annoy me
5. Most people who meet me for the first time think I'm 20 years younger than I am (could it be a behavioral association?)
6. I have a haunting fear of needles and snakes-I'd prefer to cut myself and give blood than have you stick me with a needle
7. I'm in touch with my feminine side but I'm as heterosexual as a male could be
8. I'm truly a mama's boy and won't ever be much else
There-I hope you're satisfied Peculiar Virtue. You Virgin Islanders always get your way ;-)
I'm going to hit One Whirl, Syscovison, Rlawrence, BBGG13, Jade123 ('cause she's hot and a great actress), RIPrince ('cause he's my son and I love him like the air I breathe), and I'll think of some other unfortunate souls to annoy.
Ciao Bella!
TPOKW
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Michael Vicktim
I cannot stand the hypocrisy that exists amongst the American public. I know that dog fighting is cruel and humans should not exploit animals, but the outcry that has resulted in M.V.'s indictment is a bit ridiculous. People are sending Vick's jersey to different animal rights societies in protest.
But where's the public outcry for all the animals used in product testing? All the apes that were infected with terminal diseases in medical testing-who's jerseys are they sending in to protest the cruel and unusual punishment to those animals? This so pathetic. I'm not defending him, I'm just commenting on how this Vick thing is a blip on the screen and I don't know why Animal Rights societies don't speak the truth about this case-tell the public how major corporations with their product testings and medical research companies with their barbaric experimentation are far more guilty than Vick could ever be.
As far as the case goes, no one likes a snitch and Vick had a posse of them. These guys betrayed him to save their own skins. Not one supported him-they all turned. What a sad and disappointing testament to unity and kinmanship. I have to honestly say that in no way could I knowingly be involved in illegal activity and roll over on my cohorts. I put emphasis on knowingly because when you involve yourself in criminal activity, you know that their is a possibility of doing time should you get caught. Everyone knows that. Armed with that knowledge, how could you sell out your comrades to save your own hide? This is one of the main factors that keeps me away from criminal activity-I DON'T CARE TO DO THE TIME! These goons accepted the reward, but wanted no part of the risk. I have more contempt for them than I have for M.V. If M.V. was a crime boss, those guys would be sleepin' with the fishes, and rightfully so. How can you not be a man and own up to your own involvement? Let this be a lesson to you young men out there, there's no honor amongst thieves. The boys in your hood will most likely sell you out if their necks are on the chopping block.
M.V.'s not really a victim in my opinion. When you get a $190,000,000 contract, what in God's name are you doing dog fighting? Surely, this couldn't have been Vick's idea solely. And if it was, what part of $190,000,000 didn't you understand? At 6% annual interest you're earning $11,400,000 a year (before capital gains taxes which would reduce that amount by about 40%). You can't live off $11.5 million (gross) a year. Let me break that down for you:
Per second- $.33
Per minute- $20.04
Per hour- $1202.53
Per day- $28,860.75
Per week- $202,025.32
Per month- $865,822.50
He earns in an hour, what it takes some people to make in 30 days. Per day he earns what most people make in a year. Explain for me the need to fight dogs? I know the average football career is 3 years (if you're lucky), but dog fighting, which he had to have known would not sit well with dog-loving white folks, could only shorten that football career. Way to maximize, Vick.
TPOKW?
But where's the public outcry for all the animals used in product testing? All the apes that were infected with terminal diseases in medical testing-who's jerseys are they sending in to protest the cruel and unusual punishment to those animals? This so pathetic. I'm not defending him, I'm just commenting on how this Vick thing is a blip on the screen and I don't know why Animal Rights societies don't speak the truth about this case-tell the public how major corporations with their product testings and medical research companies with their barbaric experimentation are far more guilty than Vick could ever be.
As far as the case goes, no one likes a snitch and Vick had a posse of them. These guys betrayed him to save their own skins. Not one supported him-they all turned. What a sad and disappointing testament to unity and kinmanship. I have to honestly say that in no way could I knowingly be involved in illegal activity and roll over on my cohorts. I put emphasis on knowingly because when you involve yourself in criminal activity, you know that their is a possibility of doing time should you get caught. Everyone knows that. Armed with that knowledge, how could you sell out your comrades to save your own hide? This is one of the main factors that keeps me away from criminal activity-I DON'T CARE TO DO THE TIME! These goons accepted the reward, but wanted no part of the risk. I have more contempt for them than I have for M.V. If M.V. was a crime boss, those guys would be sleepin' with the fishes, and rightfully so. How can you not be a man and own up to your own involvement? Let this be a lesson to you young men out there, there's no honor amongst thieves. The boys in your hood will most likely sell you out if their necks are on the chopping block.
M.V.'s not really a victim in my opinion. When you get a $190,000,000 contract, what in God's name are you doing dog fighting? Surely, this couldn't have been Vick's idea solely. And if it was, what part of $190,000,000 didn't you understand? At 6% annual interest you're earning $11,400,000 a year (before capital gains taxes which would reduce that amount by about 40%). You can't live off $11.5 million (gross) a year. Let me break that down for you:
Per second- $.33
Per minute- $20.04
Per hour- $1202.53
Per day- $28,860.75
Per week- $202,025.32
Per month- $865,822.50
He earns in an hour, what it takes some people to make in 30 days. Per day he earns what most people make in a year. Explain for me the need to fight dogs? I know the average football career is 3 years (if you're lucky), but dog fighting, which he had to have known would not sit well with dog-loving white folks, could only shorten that football career. Way to maximize, Vick.
TPOKW?
Monday, August 20, 2007
Unguarded Flank
I think I've finally figured America out. I really hadn't given this aspect of the country much thought, but I've been able to see beyond the veneer lately. First of all, this place was founded by some not so nice guys. Or at least guys who could say all that all men are created equal nonsense but justify slavery. If that doesn't give you insight on either a mental illness or a duplicitous mindset that can't be trusted, I don't know what does.
America is a country that has laws against people who are here to be preyed upon. The laws are to keep us commoners from doing what is necessary to those who are exploiting us (i.e. whip their naturally lazy asses). That's why when a crime is committed against you-for instance your wife steals $5449 from you, or your ex-girlfriend steals $15,000 of your video editing equipment, the law has nothing for you. In neither of these instances was anyone arrested nor charged with anything. Aren't these crimes? If I stole $100 from 7-11, wouldn't they stick me under Bubba who's under the jail? If I steal a candy bar from Stater Bros. I'm charged with a misdemeanor and sentenced to something. Yet an individual can experience a loss that is 10,000 more than the cost of a candy bar and all they will hear from Law Enforcement is, "Well sir, that's a civil matter. Ain't shit civil about that!! Arrest somebody, damnit!
I going to have to read more up on that citizen's arrest thing. From what I understand, you can make a citizen's arrest and have somebody's narrow (or wide in the case of most of my dates) ass arrested on the spot. You all better be careful. I'm gonna citizen arrest just about everybody who looks at me sideways! "Officer, arrest that man!" I can see it now. They'll have to build jails to accommodate the folks I'm throwing in the slammer **News Flash!!** GREAT BLACK CITIZEN MAKES 100TH ARREST! HE'S ON A ROLL!!
Ok, I'm getting ahead of myself here. I guess the point I'm trying to make is I've never gotten much help from the police when a crime was committed against me, but ohhhhh....don't let me look sideways at someone else... it's the matching bracelet hour. This place is so crazy, I don't think we even see how nutty we've become. It's because we use us to measure us. Great corporations benchmark against other great corporations-they don't compare themselves to themselves-that's stupid. You'll always look good! We need to benchmark our social programs, economic programs, our political systems and systems of government with other progressive industrial nations. Not find something about them we don't like and say, "Oh those British pay almost 50% of their income in taxes." Not realizing a lot of the money goes into social programs to keep people healthy. Opposed to what we do here..dumping our indigent populace on skid row.
I guess I've ranted enough-time to head to the gym and punish myself.
TPOKW?
America is a country that has laws against people who are here to be preyed upon. The laws are to keep us commoners from doing what is necessary to those who are exploiting us (i.e. whip their naturally lazy asses). That's why when a crime is committed against you-for instance your wife steals $5449 from you, or your ex-girlfriend steals $15,000 of your video editing equipment, the law has nothing for you. In neither of these instances was anyone arrested nor charged with anything. Aren't these crimes? If I stole $100 from 7-11, wouldn't they stick me under Bubba who's under the jail? If I steal a candy bar from Stater Bros. I'm charged with a misdemeanor and sentenced to something. Yet an individual can experience a loss that is 10,000 more than the cost of a candy bar and all they will hear from Law Enforcement is, "Well sir, that's a civil matter. Ain't shit civil about that!! Arrest somebody, damnit!
I going to have to read more up on that citizen's arrest thing. From what I understand, you can make a citizen's arrest and have somebody's narrow (or wide in the case of most of my dates) ass arrested on the spot. You all better be careful. I'm gonna citizen arrest just about everybody who looks at me sideways! "Officer, arrest that man!" I can see it now. They'll have to build jails to accommodate the folks I'm throwing in the slammer **News Flash!!** GREAT BLACK CITIZEN MAKES 100TH ARREST! HE'S ON A ROLL!!
Ok, I'm getting ahead of myself here. I guess the point I'm trying to make is I've never gotten much help from the police when a crime was committed against me, but ohhhhh....don't let me look sideways at someone else... it's the matching bracelet hour. This place is so crazy, I don't think we even see how nutty we've become. It's because we use us to measure us. Great corporations benchmark against other great corporations-they don't compare themselves to themselves-that's stupid. You'll always look good! We need to benchmark our social programs, economic programs, our political systems and systems of government with other progressive industrial nations. Not find something about them we don't like and say, "Oh those British pay almost 50% of their income in taxes." Not realizing a lot of the money goes into social programs to keep people healthy. Opposed to what we do here..dumping our indigent populace on skid row.
I guess I've ranted enough-time to head to the gym and punish myself.
TPOKW?
Quiet World
As many of you know, my wife and I separated the beginning of this month. I had planned on it being a smooth transition with all of the "i's" dotted and the "t's" crossed, but she had something else in mind. Something that involved law enforcement, false statements, and outright thievery. I don't understand people these days, but suffice it to say that no matter what you do with an individual (and I put emphasis on individual because we've allowed ourselves to be reduced to crabs in a bucket), when there is a parting of ways, you have to protect yourself like never before because people will outright defile you in the name of vengance. I can't speak candidly on the subject, but once all is done, I will give details.
The one shining moment in all of this is I've finally gotten settled into my new place and it is an old familiar Quiet World. I remember this place and can't recall why I would have ever disturbed its inherent peace. I don't think I'll ever allow myself to throw it away again. Sure there's no one around to talk to, but recalling the caliber of conversation I recently left, that should be a blessing. I know I chat with the TV a lot more now, but that's to be expected-it's the only thing in the house that talks.
Another thing I like is that it's a lot easier to keep the place spotless. I'm almost anal about it since living with my wife and her two kids. They weren't the most versed in domestic duties. I remember taking plenty of those deep breaths to calm the old nerves. And when I tried to talk to her about the proper way to clean or maintain something, you'd think I'd just ask her to give me bone marrow. There are plenty of positives that are now taking the place of what should be a mourning period. Perhaps I was in mourning the entire 5.9 years. There is a certain sadness that creeps in from time to time, then I think about the $10,449 she cost me in less than a week and all of a sudden, that sadness feels like weakness and I immediately get rid of it. Compassion should only be reserved for the innocent; hang the rest.
TPOKW
The one shining moment in all of this is I've finally gotten settled into my new place and it is an old familiar Quiet World. I remember this place and can't recall why I would have ever disturbed its inherent peace. I don't think I'll ever allow myself to throw it away again. Sure there's no one around to talk to, but recalling the caliber of conversation I recently left, that should be a blessing. I know I chat with the TV a lot more now, but that's to be expected-it's the only thing in the house that talks.
Another thing I like is that it's a lot easier to keep the place spotless. I'm almost anal about it since living with my wife and her two kids. They weren't the most versed in domestic duties. I remember taking plenty of those deep breaths to calm the old nerves. And when I tried to talk to her about the proper way to clean or maintain something, you'd think I'd just ask her to give me bone marrow. There are plenty of positives that are now taking the place of what should be a mourning period. Perhaps I was in mourning the entire 5.9 years. There is a certain sadness that creeps in from time to time, then I think about the $10,449 she cost me in less than a week and all of a sudden, that sadness feels like weakness and I immediately get rid of it. Compassion should only be reserved for the innocent; hang the rest.
TPOKW
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
____'s the New ____ (Fill in the Blanks)
Who coined this phrase? I'm sure you know what I'm talking about, 40's the new 30, white's the new black, etc.. A psych major would immediately recognize the mental illness behind this way of thinking-it's called denial. First of all, 40's always just going to be 40. It can't be anything else. Secondly, why is 30 better than 40? This is just a way to never really accept who and where you are in life. Women are notoriously susceptible to this game. I know women who've been 28 for the past 10-15 years. And I'm not talking about women who look their age (whatever that means), I'm talking about women who look damn good regardless of if they were 20, 30, 40, or 50. Quite frankly they look so good, the older their actual age, the better one could say they looked.
Why have we allowed whoever to tell us that there is something wrong with just being who we are? If you're 40, saying you're 28 doesn't make you 28, it just makes you confused. It also forces you to neglect the natural gifts that come along with being mature. A 40 year old woman who has matured well and refused the forever young nonsense has absolutely no reason to fear a less-mature, still wet-behind-the-ears 28 year old female. I have a secret I'd like to share with you so lean your ear closer to your monitor: YOUNG WOMEN LACK SO MUCH CONFIDENCE, THEY SECRETLY WISH THEY WERE YOU!! So in essence, most of you go through life never really accepting who you are. When you're young you wish you were older and when you're older you long for the days when you were younger. STOP LETTING THEM DO THIS SHIT TO YOU!!
Real men prefer older women (to a certain extent). I don't know what age it was that I realized I had absolutely nothing in common with a woman in her 20's but once I became aware of the fact, I don't care how perky their tits were, I had difficulty with younger women. In fact, I like the natural sag and sway of a mature breast-it says something to me that the new-to-puberty perky breast hasn't figured out how to say yet. Sadly, I've discovered that my contemporaries are so obsessed with being forever 21, they neglect the natural gifts that come along with being 40, 50, or even 60 in some cases. I once met a 58 year old woman who looked like she was about 35. Once I discovered her age, I was immediately attracted to her and she was 15 years my senior! She had this quiet sexuality that wasn't overtly on display. In fact, it wasn't on display at all-she was dressed casually, but conservatively. She had this arousing confidence that just permeated the air.
This society is a disposable one and we throw away our elderly. We render them unnecessary and most mope around for years, awaiting that fateful visit from the reaper, instead of ignoring conventional wisdom and just enjoying life. Well let me be the first to say, I WILL NOT GO QUIETLY INTO THE NIGHT.
I believe there is an explanation for this phenomenon of denial, but I won't go into it at this time. There are those who say I'm a conspiracy theorist and I don't want to bring those types out from the baseboards during daylight. They aren't fun people-they have thick, impenetrable skulls and ears that are strictly for cosmetic purposes. Suffice it to say if you're constantly running away from who you really are, then who are you really? (I'll let you marinate on that one for a second)-insert final Jeopardy song here. I hope that hit home.
TPOKW
Why have we allowed whoever to tell us that there is something wrong with just being who we are? If you're 40, saying you're 28 doesn't make you 28, it just makes you confused. It also forces you to neglect the natural gifts that come along with being mature. A 40 year old woman who has matured well and refused the forever young nonsense has absolutely no reason to fear a less-mature, still wet-behind-the-ears 28 year old female. I have a secret I'd like to share with you so lean your ear closer to your monitor: YOUNG WOMEN LACK SO MUCH CONFIDENCE, THEY SECRETLY WISH THEY WERE YOU!! So in essence, most of you go through life never really accepting who you are. When you're young you wish you were older and when you're older you long for the days when you were younger. STOP LETTING THEM DO THIS SHIT TO YOU!!
Real men prefer older women (to a certain extent). I don't know what age it was that I realized I had absolutely nothing in common with a woman in her 20's but once I became aware of the fact, I don't care how perky their tits were, I had difficulty with younger women. In fact, I like the natural sag and sway of a mature breast-it says something to me that the new-to-puberty perky breast hasn't figured out how to say yet. Sadly, I've discovered that my contemporaries are so obsessed with being forever 21, they neglect the natural gifts that come along with being 40, 50, or even 60 in some cases. I once met a 58 year old woman who looked like she was about 35. Once I discovered her age, I was immediately attracted to her and she was 15 years my senior! She had this quiet sexuality that wasn't overtly on display. In fact, it wasn't on display at all-she was dressed casually, but conservatively. She had this arousing confidence that just permeated the air.
This society is a disposable one and we throw away our elderly. We render them unnecessary and most mope around for years, awaiting that fateful visit from the reaper, instead of ignoring conventional wisdom and just enjoying life. Well let me be the first to say, I WILL NOT GO QUIETLY INTO THE NIGHT.
I believe there is an explanation for this phenomenon of denial, but I won't go into it at this time. There are those who say I'm a conspiracy theorist and I don't want to bring those types out from the baseboards during daylight. They aren't fun people-they have thick, impenetrable skulls and ears that are strictly for cosmetic purposes. Suffice it to say if you're constantly running away from who you really are, then who are you really? (I'll let you marinate on that one for a second)-insert final Jeopardy song here. I hope that hit home.
TPOKW
Monday, August 13, 2007
Michael Vick and His Dog Trick
I'm sure by now you've heard all about the Michael Vick dog fighting scandal. I don't have much time to write about what I really think but I have one question: If Michael Vick gets suspended the entire NFL season for his involvement in dog fighting, how long are we going to suspend President Bush for his involvement in man fighting?
'Nuff said.
TPOKN?
'Nuff said.
TPOKN?
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Jesus and the Electric Chair
If Jesus had died via electric chair, would Christians have adopted it as the symbol of their church?
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Is Polygamy the Answer to Europe's Declining Birthrate?
Last night a close friend of mine and I were out on my private balcony (mine until I move on the 1st of August-I'll miss it) and we were talking about the declining birthrate that is plaguing Europe. I know this might be news to most of you, but scientist, as early as the 80's predicted that by the year 2000 Europe would begin to experience what's called a Birth/Dearth (a birth for every death). The United Nations click here to read the report held a conference in the year 2000 detailing about 7 countries (including the U.S. and Canada) that were on the list and how immigration would have to be beefed up in order to meet the demanding needs of manpower to keep the countries running.
The European birthrate has been declining for decades and, according to scientists, they've dipped dangerously close to unreplenishing levels (in other words no matter what they do, they won't be able to stem the declining numbers and they'll continue to plummet until the inevitable occurs). While discussing this, it occurred to me that monogamy might be a contributing factor to this decline. I'm about to go out on a tangent here but if you stay with me, my logic will eventuallly make sense. When a man ejaculates, he releases millions of sperm. It was once believed that those sperm were competing for the opportunity to fertilize the one female egg, but scientist have determined that isn't the actual role of all sperm. Some are there to fight bacteria that may exist in the womb; others have duties that may have nothing to do with fertilizing the egg but are essential to the reproduction process. What does all of this have to do with polygamy? Patience my patients.
Just like sperm, not every male (and female for that matter) is designed to reproduce. If nature had her way, only the strongest would procreate meaning the weakest genes would be eliminated and what you'd have left are the best that humans can produce. Nowadays even the mentally challenged are allowed to reproduce. I know this sounds really close to my advocating a Eugenics program and in a way, I guess that I am-but it's nature's version of Eugenics, (and no one can do it better than she can).
Now to polygamy (and I thank you for your patience). The beauty of polygamy is only the alpha males are going to be able to reproduce. That could very well mean the physically superior, or it could mean a combination of both the physcally and mentally superior; nature has a weird way of sorting this thing out. We all know that it requires a certain level of intelligence to survive in the wild. If you're the type of animal that doesn't pay attention to your surroundings, you've just become some other animal's dinner. Away you go, along with your failure-to-pay-attention dumb gene. When born in the wild, if you don't get on your feet and sprint like your life depended on it (because in the wild it does) you're a fresh snack for some predator-and your weak gene has relegated you to the lower end of the food chain.
I know I haven't really packaged this as neatly as I could have, but I'm definetly no scholar-I'm just an (above) average joe with a blog. What I'm trying to say is monogamy means practically everyone gets a mate and weak genes are propagated at an alarming rate. Not to mention the fact that we create laws which protect idiots from there own idiocy. If you can't figure out how to cross the street without getting hit, that shouldn't be the fault of the guy who's on his way home from work, doing the speed limit and you happen to run out in front of him. Not only will he be penalized in some fashion, he may now be hit with civil suit. Your dumb gene needed to be eliminated. But I digress. Polygamy means the strongest will reproduce. And the alpha male will attract the best of the best to procreate with.
Those of you who know me know that I have a lazy right eye. An official Eugenics program would have mandated I be sterilized or worse yet, put to death. So I think you know I wouldn't advocate an institution that would in some way harm me. This is why I am against Eugenics when man has a say. I am, however, an advocate of nature's Eugenics program. This program very well means that I might have been relegated to the non-reproductive bunch-but then again nature blessed me with many talents so I doubt it very seriously.
If they are die-hards against polygamy then I have another suggestion-have all of the fertile white women inter-breed with those who have stronger genes. What's that I smell? Fire? Is someone burning an effigy of me? You guys-surely you jest! Bu seriously, how different is that from corporate mergers and acquisitions?
Anyway, I know I'm going to get flame-torched for this post, but I'm just trying to help Europe with her problem, that's all.
TPOKW?
The European birthrate has been declining for decades and, according to scientists, they've dipped dangerously close to unreplenishing levels (in other words no matter what they do, they won't be able to stem the declining numbers and they'll continue to plummet until the inevitable occurs). While discussing this, it occurred to me that monogamy might be a contributing factor to this decline. I'm about to go out on a tangent here but if you stay with me, my logic will eventuallly make sense. When a man ejaculates, he releases millions of sperm. It was once believed that those sperm were competing for the opportunity to fertilize the one female egg, but scientist have determined that isn't the actual role of all sperm. Some are there to fight bacteria that may exist in the womb; others have duties that may have nothing to do with fertilizing the egg but are essential to the reproduction process. What does all of this have to do with polygamy? Patience my patients.
Just like sperm, not every male (and female for that matter) is designed to reproduce. If nature had her way, only the strongest would procreate meaning the weakest genes would be eliminated and what you'd have left are the best that humans can produce. Nowadays even the mentally challenged are allowed to reproduce. I know this sounds really close to my advocating a Eugenics program and in a way, I guess that I am-but it's nature's version of Eugenics, (and no one can do it better than she can).
Now to polygamy (and I thank you for your patience). The beauty of polygamy is only the alpha males are going to be able to reproduce. That could very well mean the physically superior, or it could mean a combination of both the physcally and mentally superior; nature has a weird way of sorting this thing out. We all know that it requires a certain level of intelligence to survive in the wild. If you're the type of animal that doesn't pay attention to your surroundings, you've just become some other animal's dinner. Away you go, along with your failure-to-pay-attention dumb gene. When born in the wild, if you don't get on your feet and sprint like your life depended on it (because in the wild it does) you're a fresh snack for some predator-and your weak gene has relegated you to the lower end of the food chain.
I know I haven't really packaged this as neatly as I could have, but I'm definetly no scholar-I'm just an (above) average joe with a blog. What I'm trying to say is monogamy means practically everyone gets a mate and weak genes are propagated at an alarming rate. Not to mention the fact that we create laws which protect idiots from there own idiocy. If you can't figure out how to cross the street without getting hit, that shouldn't be the fault of the guy who's on his way home from work, doing the speed limit and you happen to run out in front of him. Not only will he be penalized in some fashion, he may now be hit with civil suit. Your dumb gene needed to be eliminated. But I digress. Polygamy means the strongest will reproduce. And the alpha male will attract the best of the best to procreate with.
Those of you who know me know that I have a lazy right eye. An official Eugenics program would have mandated I be sterilized or worse yet, put to death. So I think you know I wouldn't advocate an institution that would in some way harm me. This is why I am against Eugenics when man has a say. I am, however, an advocate of nature's Eugenics program. This program very well means that I might have been relegated to the non-reproductive bunch-but then again nature blessed me with many talents so I doubt it very seriously.
If they are die-hards against polygamy then I have another suggestion-have all of the fertile white women inter-breed with those who have stronger genes. What's that I smell? Fire? Is someone burning an effigy of me? You guys-surely you jest! Bu seriously, how different is that from corporate mergers and acquisitions?
Anyway, I know I'm going to get flame-torched for this post, but I'm just trying to help Europe with her problem, that's all.
TPOKW?
Monday, July 23, 2007
Jamie Cullum!!!!
Alright, I know I'm a little too old to be going gaga over a celebrity, but I'm a HUGE Jamie Cullum fan. If you're not familiar with him, he's a diminutive Brit that has successfully taken almost all genre's of music and made them his own. Yes, the pale-skin Brit has even done a hip-hop cover...brilliantly. Google him and step into his world. I guarantee it won't be easy to walk away. Last Friday I saw him live for the first time and I'll be damned if he wasn't GREAT! He was at the Hollywood Bowl and I've been awaiting this performance since February of this year.
I was at work one day last year and a new coworker attempting to score points with the boss (me) passed me his DVD. He said that he was a jazz artist. Ok, I have to admit that I was a tad bit skeptical. Not to say that white guys can't do jazz-hell, these days, white guys can even jump. But after what Elvis did to Rock and Roll and blacks, I have a sore spot when it comes to white crossover artist (Eminem excluded).
Admittedly, I babysat the DVD for about 4 weeks. One Saturday I had some free time so I figured I'd give a cursory glance just to say that I looked at it, and return it on Monday with one of those courtesy responses: Yeah I watched it...He's good!. But Jamie Cullum had prepared all his life for musically racist skeptics like me. I grabbed my laptop, plugged in my portable surround sound speaker system, put the laptop on my portable stand, grabbed a seat, sparked a bowl and pressed play. What happened next was somewhat of a mystery. Jamie took the stage and began singing acapella. Jazz singing simply doesn't sound good acapella and my suspicions about this guy were confirmed...or so I thought. Then he sat down at the piano and began ripping the damn keys up! I sat back in my comfy chair and stared at the screen as though Beyonce had just proposed. After a brief musical interlude, he began singing again and it all came together.
After the track was over, I sat nodding my head saying "Ok, ok..what you got next?" Well next, he did a cover of Pharrell William's Frontin', a hip-hop track that, at first I didn't recognize all jazzed up, but once I caught on, man, I'd been bitten. This guy did a beautiful rendition of the song.
As the DVD progressed it got better and better. With the surround sound and the haze, it was like I was right there at Blenheim Palace in England with him. He did one song titled, "Why Do Today What You Can Dooooo Tomorrow, and as a musician, I can pretty much predict where a songs going. This song took me on a journey that I will never forget! This song is a must-hear for anyone who loves music! This artist is just phenomenal. He plays several instruments and is just amazing to watch.
Halfway through I got the munchies and decided to pause the DVD to satiate my appetite and call my coworker to let him know that he'd just turned me into the president of the Jamie Cullum fan club. I don't want to bore you with all the details, but suffice it to say that I've watched that DVD probably 1000 times already. I've purchased 6 copies to date (1 for myself, 4 for relatives and friends, and the last copy I purchased Friday night so that I could have it autographed by the wunderkind).
My youngest daughter, Alexis, is a huge fan at 6 so Friday night she accompanied me to the concert. Afterwards, we jumped in the autograph line and waited patiently to shake Jamie's hand and get his autograph. When it was our turn, I told him that Lexi knew all the words to All at Sea and she could sing a few bars if he wanted but Lexi sold me out. She ducked behind my legs and buried her face in my pants. Jamie got a kick out of that.
My birthday is this coming Friday and that concert was my gift to myself and I enjoyed every minute of the experience. I started to go back on Saturday but I figured I would wait until he returned and performed without the LA Philharmonic. Even though the performance was brilliant, I want to see him perform with Sebastian de Krom (drums) and Geoff Gascone (bass).
Do yourself a favor (and Jamie), check out this guy. I guarantee you won't be disappointed. Get comfortable, pour yourself a glass of wine (or whatever mind-altering substance you prefer), get your significant other to join you, pop in the Live at Blenheim Palace DVD and enjoy the ride!
Prince
I was at work one day last year and a new coworker attempting to score points with the boss (me) passed me his DVD. He said that he was a jazz artist. Ok, I have to admit that I was a tad bit skeptical. Not to say that white guys can't do jazz-hell, these days, white guys can even jump. But after what Elvis did to Rock and Roll and blacks, I have a sore spot when it comes to white crossover artist (Eminem excluded).
Admittedly, I babysat the DVD for about 4 weeks. One Saturday I had some free time so I figured I'd give a cursory glance just to say that I looked at it, and return it on Monday with one of those courtesy responses: Yeah I watched it...He's good!. But Jamie Cullum had prepared all his life for musically racist skeptics like me. I grabbed my laptop, plugged in my portable surround sound speaker system, put the laptop on my portable stand, grabbed a seat, sparked a bowl and pressed play. What happened next was somewhat of a mystery. Jamie took the stage and began singing acapella. Jazz singing simply doesn't sound good acapella and my suspicions about this guy were confirmed...or so I thought. Then he sat down at the piano and began ripping the damn keys up! I sat back in my comfy chair and stared at the screen as though Beyonce had just proposed. After a brief musical interlude, he began singing again and it all came together.
After the track was over, I sat nodding my head saying "Ok, ok..what you got next?" Well next, he did a cover of Pharrell William's Frontin', a hip-hop track that, at first I didn't recognize all jazzed up, but once I caught on, man, I'd been bitten. This guy did a beautiful rendition of the song.
As the DVD progressed it got better and better. With the surround sound and the haze, it was like I was right there at Blenheim Palace in England with him. He did one song titled, "Why Do Today What You Can Dooooo Tomorrow, and as a musician, I can pretty much predict where a songs going. This song took me on a journey that I will never forget! This song is a must-hear for anyone who loves music! This artist is just phenomenal. He plays several instruments and is just amazing to watch.
Halfway through I got the munchies and decided to pause the DVD to satiate my appetite and call my coworker to let him know that he'd just turned me into the president of the Jamie Cullum fan club. I don't want to bore you with all the details, but suffice it to say that I've watched that DVD probably 1000 times already. I've purchased 6 copies to date (1 for myself, 4 for relatives and friends, and the last copy I purchased Friday night so that I could have it autographed by the wunderkind).
My youngest daughter, Alexis, is a huge fan at 6 so Friday night she accompanied me to the concert. Afterwards, we jumped in the autograph line and waited patiently to shake Jamie's hand and get his autograph. When it was our turn, I told him that Lexi knew all the words to All at Sea and she could sing a few bars if he wanted but Lexi sold me out. She ducked behind my legs and buried her face in my pants. Jamie got a kick out of that.
My birthday is this coming Friday and that concert was my gift to myself and I enjoyed every minute of the experience. I started to go back on Saturday but I figured I would wait until he returned and performed without the LA Philharmonic. Even though the performance was brilliant, I want to see him perform with Sebastian de Krom (drums) and Geoff Gascone (bass).
Do yourself a favor (and Jamie), check out this guy. I guarantee you won't be disappointed. Get comfortable, pour yourself a glass of wine (or whatever mind-altering substance you prefer), get your significant other to join you, pop in the Live at Blenheim Palace DVD and enjoy the ride!
Prince
A Cockroach Killed My Coffee Cup
I work in a warehouse with office space upstairs and if you know anything about warehouses, they harbor critters. Regardless of what you do, they'll make your space a refuge. Fortunately, they don't care to climb stairs so I've never seen any in my office. This morning I came in to work and began my ritual of checking and respoonding to email, processing my orders, and finally going downstairs to prepare my standard breakfast of oatmeal, fresh fruit, and coffee. Normally, I leave my coffee cup upstairs, but Friday I was in such a rush, I left it in the break room with about a quarter cup of coffee in it (I know, gross but like I said, I was in a rush).
Well this morning I went downstairs, and picked up my coffee cup, looked inside and submerged in my cup was a 1.5 inch long cockroach (no I didn't measure him-it's an estimate). Needless to say, I dry-heaved for about 10 seconds. After involuntarily attempting to empty the contents of my stomach, I went into the restroom and gave the java-loving critter a ceremonious burial at-sea (i.e. I flushed his nasty ass down the toilet). To my surprise, he was still alive! He began a frantic version of the cockroach breast stroke, but to no avail-the powerful suction of gravity whisked him away. I stood and watched him (or her-I have no way of identifying the sex of insects. Furthermore, you all should be deeply concerned about someone who does), as he/she struggled to keep from being sucked into the abyss.
Afterwards, I put the cup in the sink (notice how it's no longer my cup?), and ran hot water in it for about 30 seconds and then I came to the realization that, no matter how I much I wash it, every time I put the cup up to my lips for a sip, I'm going to see that partially submerged cockroach with it's spindly legs. I decided to throw it in the trash.
Today, I learned two lessons:
Lesson#1-From now on, my coffee cup will be washed and stored upstairs, and
Lesson#2-Cockroaches love coffee. So if you work in a warehouse connected to other warehouses, the great likelihood is that a cockroach has taken a bath in your partially filled coffee cup. Ok, I know that wasn't fair, but I don't want to be the only one.
P.S. The coffee was medium roast with hazelnut creamer just in case any of you were wondering.
Prince
Well this morning I went downstairs, and picked up my coffee cup, looked inside and submerged in my cup was a 1.5 inch long cockroach (no I didn't measure him-it's an estimate). Needless to say, I dry-heaved for about 10 seconds. After involuntarily attempting to empty the contents of my stomach, I went into the restroom and gave the java-loving critter a ceremonious burial at-sea (i.e. I flushed his nasty ass down the toilet). To my surprise, he was still alive! He began a frantic version of the cockroach breast stroke, but to no avail-the powerful suction of gravity whisked him away. I stood and watched him (or her-I have no way of identifying the sex of insects. Furthermore, you all should be deeply concerned about someone who does), as he/she struggled to keep from being sucked into the abyss.
Afterwards, I put the cup in the sink (notice how it's no longer my cup?), and ran hot water in it for about 30 seconds and then I came to the realization that, no matter how I much I wash it, every time I put the cup up to my lips for a sip, I'm going to see that partially submerged cockroach with it's spindly legs. I decided to throw it in the trash.
Today, I learned two lessons:
Lesson#1-From now on, my coffee cup will be washed and stored upstairs, and
Lesson#2-Cockroaches love coffee. So if you work in a warehouse connected to other warehouses, the great likelihood is that a cockroach has taken a bath in your partially filled coffee cup. Ok, I know that wasn't fair, but I don't want to be the only one.
P.S. The coffee was medium roast with hazelnut creamer just in case any of you were wondering.
Prince
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
First Comes The Pain
Yesterday I went to look at an apartment not far from work. I could practically walk everyday but it's now beginning to hit me-my marriage is finally going to be over. This morning I was listening to Brian McKnight on the Wave (94.7 for those of you not in SoCal) and each morning he does a listener-requested song and this morning someone requested Cyndi Lauper's True Colors, her hit song from the 80's. There's a line in the song that says ...don't be unhappy, can't remember when I last saw you laughing and my wife said those very same words to me about a month ago. The next thing I knew, I was in the restroom weeping like a baby. I couldn't stop. After all of the struggle and disappointment I've gone through over the years, I still wish it could work. After all the lies, the deception, the misdirected anger, I still love my wife.
I think what hurt me the most was not knowing why or how this world got to the place where we damage each other so badly. I'm not talking about my wife and I, I'm talking about how people do so much damage to children. The damage that molestation and abuse does is lifelong. For this reason, there should be severe punishment for those who molest. But molestors are usually survivors of molestation. So where do you start. The perpetrators are former victims. What a mess we've made.
This is just a theory, but I believe the reasons the Italians might be so violent and despotic may have something to do with the relationship they have with the Catholic church. With all the molestation of the alter boys, the response could be an overly-aggressive disposition to prove manhood. I'm not making accusations-I don't want to be sleeping with the fishes, I just know the history of the Catholic church and their relationship with the Italian community. Perhaps that explains the Machismo that exists within latin communities.
My wife can't bring herself to trust me because someone violated her so badly as a child, she can't trust anyone. The only way she knows to respond is with anger. It's what she's used to survive for so many years. When you are 6 or 7 years old and people are doing all sorts of unspeakable things to you, your only solace is anger. You hold on to hate. I feel so sorry for her-I can walk away from it-from her. But she's got live with it for the rest of her life. I bet she wishes she could walk away from it too. Man, this world can be such an ugly place sometimes. I want to hurt the people who did this to her. Because I still love her with all of my heart-I just know that I can't be with her.
I used to think that I had an awful childhood because I didn't get a motorcycle at 14 and I didn't get a car at 16. Then I met my wife and she began to detail the things she went through as a child and all of a sudden my childhood looked Cosby-esque. I thought that after all we'd been through, it would be easy to walk away from all of this but I'm discovering that it won't be so easy. I have a habit of putting myself into the mind of other people, and I can feel their pain. It's like I have the ability to understand their experiences. There have been times when I've put myself in my wife's place and imagined the emotional trauma that comes along with the pain she's experienced and I've had to jolt myself out of it because the emotions have been too intense. We've survived almost 6 years on empathy alone-but it's become too much for me to handle because it only flows one way.
This morning I told her that she was selfish. But I don't think that's what's wrong with her. Empathy is a learned ability and it usually starts when someone shows concern for your well-being. Sadly, her mother and father were only 15 when she was born and according to my wife, she believes that her mother was being molested by her own father (my wife's grandfather). She even believes that her sister might also be her aunt (fathered by her grandfather). Sometimes I have to tell her not to tell me these things. She needs help from a professional, not from somone that visibly responds to the horror she details. That's why psychiatrist are heavily cautioned against getting involved with their patients. Once you become their love interest, you can no longer be of help to them. I'm not even a psychiatrist so I don't know why I thought I could help her. All I've done is punished her all of these years by showing her how wrong she is about everything. My poor wife-I love her dearly.
I hope that she gets help. It will take years of therapy before she can even begin to understand how upside down she's been living all of these years. It reminds me of Richard Gere in Pretty Woman when he said "I was very angry with him. Do you know how many years of therapy it took for me to be able to say that? I was very "angry" with him.". It'll be a while before she can understand anything I've tried to tell her.
I'll always love her.
RCP
I think what hurt me the most was not knowing why or how this world got to the place where we damage each other so badly. I'm not talking about my wife and I, I'm talking about how people do so much damage to children. The damage that molestation and abuse does is lifelong. For this reason, there should be severe punishment for those who molest. But molestors are usually survivors of molestation. So where do you start. The perpetrators are former victims. What a mess we've made.
This is just a theory, but I believe the reasons the Italians might be so violent and despotic may have something to do with the relationship they have with the Catholic church. With all the molestation of the alter boys, the response could be an overly-aggressive disposition to prove manhood. I'm not making accusations-I don't want to be sleeping with the fishes, I just know the history of the Catholic church and their relationship with the Italian community. Perhaps that explains the Machismo that exists within latin communities.
My wife can't bring herself to trust me because someone violated her so badly as a child, she can't trust anyone. The only way she knows to respond is with anger. It's what she's used to survive for so many years. When you are 6 or 7 years old and people are doing all sorts of unspeakable things to you, your only solace is anger. You hold on to hate. I feel so sorry for her-I can walk away from it-from her. But she's got live with it for the rest of her life. I bet she wishes she could walk away from it too. Man, this world can be such an ugly place sometimes. I want to hurt the people who did this to her. Because I still love her with all of my heart-I just know that I can't be with her.
I used to think that I had an awful childhood because I didn't get a motorcycle at 14 and I didn't get a car at 16. Then I met my wife and she began to detail the things she went through as a child and all of a sudden my childhood looked Cosby-esque. I thought that after all we'd been through, it would be easy to walk away from all of this but I'm discovering that it won't be so easy. I have a habit of putting myself into the mind of other people, and I can feel their pain. It's like I have the ability to understand their experiences. There have been times when I've put myself in my wife's place and imagined the emotional trauma that comes along with the pain she's experienced and I've had to jolt myself out of it because the emotions have been too intense. We've survived almost 6 years on empathy alone-but it's become too much for me to handle because it only flows one way.
This morning I told her that she was selfish. But I don't think that's what's wrong with her. Empathy is a learned ability and it usually starts when someone shows concern for your well-being. Sadly, her mother and father were only 15 when she was born and according to my wife, she believes that her mother was being molested by her own father (my wife's grandfather). She even believes that her sister might also be her aunt (fathered by her grandfather). Sometimes I have to tell her not to tell me these things. She needs help from a professional, not from somone that visibly responds to the horror she details. That's why psychiatrist are heavily cautioned against getting involved with their patients. Once you become their love interest, you can no longer be of help to them. I'm not even a psychiatrist so I don't know why I thought I could help her. All I've done is punished her all of these years by showing her how wrong she is about everything. My poor wife-I love her dearly.
I hope that she gets help. It will take years of therapy before she can even begin to understand how upside down she's been living all of these years. It reminds me of Richard Gere in Pretty Woman when he said "I was very angry with him. Do you know how many years of therapy it took for me to be able to say that? I was very "angry" with him.". It'll be a while before she can understand anything I've tried to tell her.
I'll always love her.
RCP
Saturday, June 09, 2007
Double Negatives
Double Negatives
My baby speaks in double negatives
“He don’t want me no more”
And she’s right, I don’t want her no more
I love everything about her but the problem is
She don’t really love herself
I don’t want her no more
I want her to be the mother of my children
Okay, at least one of them
I want to grow old with her, to take care of her when she’s sick
And cook for her when she’s hungry
I want to take her on long drawn-out vacations
Where we lie around the pool all day and dance ‘til the sun comes up
The only problem is, she thinks I don’t want her no more
And she’s right, I don’t want her no more
I want to shower her with gifts, even when it isn’t her birthday or Christmas
I want to make love to her so passionately
That our souls become one and our bodies meld into
One big knot of sex and sweat and flesh
Making it completely impossible to tell where she ends and where I begin
I want to marry her, make her my wife
Make her the center of my universe
Give her my life
I want her to wear my name with the pride of a street cop
On the first day he gets his detective’s badge
But she thinks I don’t want her no more
This world has so confused us that
We no longer know when we speak the truth
She thinks I don’t want her no more
And you know what? She’s right,
I don’t want her no more
And I love her
My baby speaks in double negatives
“He don’t want me no more”
And she’s right, I don’t want her no more
I love everything about her but the problem is
She don’t really love herself
I don’t want her no more
I want her to be the mother of my children
Okay, at least one of them
I want to grow old with her, to take care of her when she’s sick
And cook for her when she’s hungry
I want to take her on long drawn-out vacations
Where we lie around the pool all day and dance ‘til the sun comes up
The only problem is, she thinks I don’t want her no more
And she’s right, I don’t want her no more
I want to shower her with gifts, even when it isn’t her birthday or Christmas
I want to make love to her so passionately
That our souls become one and our bodies meld into
One big knot of sex and sweat and flesh
Making it completely impossible to tell where she ends and where I begin
I want to marry her, make her my wife
Make her the center of my universe
Give her my life
I want her to wear my name with the pride of a street cop
On the first day he gets his detective’s badge
But she thinks I don’t want her no more
This world has so confused us that
We no longer know when we speak the truth
She thinks I don’t want her no more
And you know what? She’s right,
I don’t want her no more
And I love her
Friday, June 08, 2007
Dear Diary.....
That sounds so unmale. Anyway....
Dear Diary,
This morning I met my abs for the 1st time. Actually I've seen glimpses of them-like one might catch a glimpse of a fawn in the early morning as it darts past your garden window. After months and months of intensive work outs, I'm finally starting to see those illusive 6-pack abs. I have to be honest when I say that I never thought it would be possible. What kept me going? Well, my mentor started 5 years ago and now he has the body of a fucking god. And as he's always told me-you have to see to be. I've always been the type who thinks that if someone I know can do it, so can I. Now of course this theory has its limitations. I know people who can slam dunk a basketball on a standard 10' rim. I can't do that (now, but one point in my younger years I came really close).
I haven't said much about my marriage but I'm in the process of moving out. My soon-to-be ex wife and I had a conversation this morning about an incident that occurred a couple of years ago between a friend of hers and I. To put it bluntly, the girl and I had sex several times. When I mentioned to my wife that when she found out I just took my punishment, she asked "What punishment. I didn't get mad-you'd already expressed an interest in fucking her." I know this might sound crazy to those who read it but my I discovered that my wife cheated on me less than 1 month after our wedding day. I told her that if she wanted to stay she could, but she would have to accept the fact that I would never be monogamous again. I had a right to fuck whomever I choose. She accepted it.
"So if she accepted it, what's with the punishment?" you may ask, as she did. I explained to her that relationships are like a pure and clean glass of water. The moment something falls into that glass of water, we consider it tainted and most likely won't drink it. I knew that, no matter how many times my wife told me that she didn't get mad, I knew it affected our relationship. The water, although previously polluted, had been tainted even further.
I gotta get ready for work.
The Prince of Know Where?
Dear Diary,
This morning I met my abs for the 1st time. Actually I've seen glimpses of them-like one might catch a glimpse of a fawn in the early morning as it darts past your garden window. After months and months of intensive work outs, I'm finally starting to see those illusive 6-pack abs. I have to be honest when I say that I never thought it would be possible. What kept me going? Well, my mentor started 5 years ago and now he has the body of a fucking god. And as he's always told me-you have to see to be. I've always been the type who thinks that if someone I know can do it, so can I. Now of course this theory has its limitations. I know people who can slam dunk a basketball on a standard 10' rim. I can't do that (now, but one point in my younger years I came really close).
I haven't said much about my marriage but I'm in the process of moving out. My soon-to-be ex wife and I had a conversation this morning about an incident that occurred a couple of years ago between a friend of hers and I. To put it bluntly, the girl and I had sex several times. When I mentioned to my wife that when she found out I just took my punishment, she asked "What punishment. I didn't get mad-you'd already expressed an interest in fucking her." I know this might sound crazy to those who read it but my I discovered that my wife cheated on me less than 1 month after our wedding day. I told her that if she wanted to stay she could, but she would have to accept the fact that I would never be monogamous again. I had a right to fuck whomever I choose. She accepted it.
"So if she accepted it, what's with the punishment?" you may ask, as she did. I explained to her that relationships are like a pure and clean glass of water. The moment something falls into that glass of water, we consider it tainted and most likely won't drink it. I knew that, no matter how many times my wife told me that she didn't get mad, I knew it affected our relationship. The water, although previously polluted, had been tainted even further.
I gotta get ready for work.
The Prince of Know Where?
Thursday, May 31, 2007
She Rides!!!
Memorial Day will be a day to remember. I went to visit my 5 year old out in the I.E. As usual, we make a day of fun out my visits. We usually play catch, dodge ball, or I'll play fight with her and allow her to get the best of dear old dad. We sometimes cap the day off with a trip to the park where she climbs on all of the equipment and makes me watch every trip down the slide. We chase the ice cream truck and I buy her favorite flavor. At the end, it's always difficult to leave. She never cries but she always begs me to stay longer. Most often I oblige.
This trip, however, was a little different. We were playing catch in the back yard and I noticed her bicycle with training wheels sitting off in a corner. "Go bring daddy a wrench." I asked her. She later returned with the appropriate tool and I commenced to removing the training wheels.
"It's time you learn to ride without there." I told her.
"But I like my training wheels." she replied with a detectable amount of fear in her voice.
"Don't worry, you won't need them." I assured her.
After removing the wheels we went out into the street and I gave her a few instructions and off we went with me holding her up as she struggled to maintain her balance.
"Turn your wheel in the direction that you feel that you are leaning and you'll upright yourself." I told her and she obeyed. After a couple of trips up and down the street I decided to let her go and she rode a good 10 feet before putting her feet on the ground.
"I was riding by myself!" she exclaimed with excitement.
"Yes, you were." I said proudly.
We we repeated this process several times and each time she increased her riding distance. Before long she only needed me to help her get started. She negotiated her first turn with difficulty, but she managed to turn around. For a while I ran next to her, but eventually just let her ride alone with me shouting instructions.
"A car is coming, turn into a driveway. Don't panic, just turn into a driveway." At first she would panic, but she began talking to herself, "Don't panic-turn into a driveway when you see a car."
Needless to say I was so proud at how she incorporated the instructions into her riding. Eventually she got to the point where she would just ride close to the curb and allow the car to pass.
Finally she let me know that she was tired and wanted to rest. We went into the backyard again and now she wanted me to continue showing her how to hit the beachball volleyball style so that she could control the direction it went. At the end of the day, she recapped all that she had learned.
"Today, you taught me how to ride my bike, hit the beach ball and kick the soccer ball."
"Yes princess, and you did all of them well." I said giving her a huge Daddy-style hug.
My daughter is the most precious person in the world to me. Watching her grow and learn and reason is more than I could ever ask for. I look forward to all of the things I will teach her in the future. Swimming, skiing, shooting a basketball, target practice with a firearm (something I taught my son at 15), and anything else I can think of. I want her to be the most well-rounded person and I know that it's up to me to make sure that happens.
What a joy she's been to me.
The Prince
This trip, however, was a little different. We were playing catch in the back yard and I noticed her bicycle with training wheels sitting off in a corner. "Go bring daddy a wrench." I asked her. She later returned with the appropriate tool and I commenced to removing the training wheels.
"It's time you learn to ride without there." I told her.
"But I like my training wheels." she replied with a detectable amount of fear in her voice.
"Don't worry, you won't need them." I assured her.
After removing the wheels we went out into the street and I gave her a few instructions and off we went with me holding her up as she struggled to maintain her balance.
"Turn your wheel in the direction that you feel that you are leaning and you'll upright yourself." I told her and she obeyed. After a couple of trips up and down the street I decided to let her go and she rode a good 10 feet before putting her feet on the ground.
"I was riding by myself!" she exclaimed with excitement.
"Yes, you were." I said proudly.
We we repeated this process several times and each time she increased her riding distance. Before long she only needed me to help her get started. She negotiated her first turn with difficulty, but she managed to turn around. For a while I ran next to her, but eventually just let her ride alone with me shouting instructions.
"A car is coming, turn into a driveway. Don't panic, just turn into a driveway." At first she would panic, but she began talking to herself, "Don't panic-turn into a driveway when you see a car."
Needless to say I was so proud at how she incorporated the instructions into her riding. Eventually she got to the point where she would just ride close to the curb and allow the car to pass.
Finally she let me know that she was tired and wanted to rest. We went into the backyard again and now she wanted me to continue showing her how to hit the beachball volleyball style so that she could control the direction it went. At the end of the day, she recapped all that she had learned.
"Today, you taught me how to ride my bike, hit the beach ball and kick the soccer ball."
"Yes princess, and you did all of them well." I said giving her a huge Daddy-style hug.
My daughter is the most precious person in the world to me. Watching her grow and learn and reason is more than I could ever ask for. I look forward to all of the things I will teach her in the future. Swimming, skiing, shooting a basketball, target practice with a firearm (something I taught my son at 15), and anything else I can think of. I want her to be the most well-rounded person and I know that it's up to me to make sure that happens.
What a joy she's been to me.
The Prince
Thursday, May 17, 2007
For Whom The Bell Tolls
I'm in a quandary over so many things these days, but one thing's for certain-my marriage is pretty much done. It sort of feels like when that terminally ill relative who has been hanging on for years finally passes; for obvious reasons you can't bring yourself to feel sad-yet you feel that you should. Last night my (soon to be ex) wife and I got into a bitter, brutal battle. She's once again gone through my personal belongings and discovered I had lunch with another woman. After I've told her on many occasions that I've declared myself free to date whomever I choose. She still insists on this type of behavior.
The mere fact that she discovered this information the very same day it occurred leads to only one conclusion-she's been snooping through my phone on a daily basis-looking for something. I've on several occasions found the complete contents of my cell phone copied either in her phone or on some tablet in her possession. The reasoning behind this I don't know but I know it can't be good. She'd done this once before to get names of people she invited to a surprise birthday party at Acapulco's restaurant. Nothing I do discourages this type of behavior. I know she's been doing it for a while, even after I told her that who I decide to fuck is my business.
I refuse to lock my phone, I don't believe I should have to. Not to mention the fact that I don't have anything to hide. But I know the moment she decides to call and can't get a hold of me, she's going to call the girl I had lunch with. This existence is so pathetic-and so is she. She's done everything in her power to ruin our marriage-infidelity, lying, complete and utter financial irresponsibility. I had no idea human beings could be so awful and still be allowed to be a part of our society. If this was a Native-American society, she would be banished from the tribe for her behavior. But then again, she wouldn't be as awful a person because she would have been treated in a kind way as a child.
I'm not quite sure how this chapter will end but one thing is for certain, it will end.
The mere fact that she discovered this information the very same day it occurred leads to only one conclusion-she's been snooping through my phone on a daily basis-looking for something. I've on several occasions found the complete contents of my cell phone copied either in her phone or on some tablet in her possession. The reasoning behind this I don't know but I know it can't be good. She'd done this once before to get names of people she invited to a surprise birthday party at Acapulco's restaurant. Nothing I do discourages this type of behavior. I know she's been doing it for a while, even after I told her that who I decide to fuck is my business.
I refuse to lock my phone, I don't believe I should have to. Not to mention the fact that I don't have anything to hide. But I know the moment she decides to call and can't get a hold of me, she's going to call the girl I had lunch with. This existence is so pathetic-and so is she. She's done everything in her power to ruin our marriage-infidelity, lying, complete and utter financial irresponsibility. I had no idea human beings could be so awful and still be allowed to be a part of our society. If this was a Native-American society, she would be banished from the tribe for her behavior. But then again, she wouldn't be as awful a person because she would have been treated in a kind way as a child.
I'm not quite sure how this chapter will end but one thing is for certain, it will end.
Monday, April 09, 2007
Homosexuality and the Black Community
I think we might have all drank the Kool-Aid. I was talking to my brother-in-law yesterday regarding being propositioned by gay men and how I was weirded out by an overly-aggressive male once in the '90's. He shared with me an experience he had that wasn't a homosexual one, but was as equally weird to him. He attended school in Kenya for a year in the 90's and had many Kenyan friends. Part of the Kenyan culture is for males to hold hands and one of his Kenyan friends grabbed his hand while walking down the street one day. This was actually an honorable gesture-it basically demonstrates respect and admiration and to refuse would be to insult the one initiating the gesture. This gesture, however, is in no way homosexual. My brother-in-law went on to say that homosexuality does not exist in the Kenyan culture-he said that it has to be imported.
This conversation puts me one step closer to accepting my theory about how homosexuality found it's way amongst African-Americans. I've long believed that slave masters not only raped slave women and children, but slave men as well. Of course no one will ever speak about it publicly (much less admit it if confronted with the subject), but I am pretty close to accepting this theory as fact. Given the nature of those who were in power and how they justified some of their actions, it isn't too far-fetched a theory. Not to mention the fact that slave masters had complete autonomy over their slaves. And if we are to believe noted British historian Lord Acton, a person’s sense of morality lessens as his or her power increases. He coined the phrase Power tends to corrupt. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. With the ability to do whatever you want to people, there's no telling what one might do.
We've but to look back throughout recent history if we need proof to substantiate this belief. In fact Abu Grahib is a perfect example. I couldn't for the life of me understand why it was necessary to stack naked, imprisoned men on top of one another. Some men were forced to put their faces in other men's pubic regions. Why? Isn't the fact that they are imprisoned against their will enough? And if torturing them or at least making them uncomfortable was necessary, why homosexual acts. I've heard the arguments from pundits who say that it's unacceptable in their culture therefore it was done because they didn't like it. Okay, I understand that, but wasn't their other things you could have done to cause them discomfort like having them sleep on a hard surface or limiting their exposure to the great outdoors. I know that would be enough to cause me discomfort.
I believe that this was an opportunity for those in charge to live out their own fantasies-to display the sickness that exists in their own minds. It's no different than what happens in prison throughout this country. If homosexuality is a sin, then why isn't every famous televangelist protesting the existence of prisons? Homosexual acts are almost encouraged in prison. The guards allow it to take place. Why do we allow institutions such as these to exist in our culture? In more civilized European societies, (those with fewer foreigners), their exists prison whereby inmates' wives can visit (long-term). And prison rapes are almost nonexistent. Prisons and Catholic churches seem to be the two institutions where there exists a tacit acceptance of homosexual behavior.
I can't say for certain that homosexuality was introduced to native Africans by Europeans. But one thing I can most certainly say is Rome-and I don't think I need to say too much else. Anyone who doesn't know how homosexuality and child molestation was condoned by Romans (and they have the nerve to call it Roman Civilization) is simply living in a opaque, soundproof bubble. The seat of the Catholic church, The Vatican City, sits right smack dab in the middle of Rome. And the I don't think their is a corner of the planet that doesn't have a Catholic outpost in the neighborhood.
I don't know if I'll ever fully know the truth, but one thing's for certain-the nonexistence of homosexuality in Kenya speaks volumes about where such an unnatural act of congruence might have originated.
This conversation puts me one step closer to accepting my theory about how homosexuality found it's way amongst African-Americans. I've long believed that slave masters not only raped slave women and children, but slave men as well. Of course no one will ever speak about it publicly (much less admit it if confronted with the subject), but I am pretty close to accepting this theory as fact. Given the nature of those who were in power and how they justified some of their actions, it isn't too far-fetched a theory. Not to mention the fact that slave masters had complete autonomy over their slaves. And if we are to believe noted British historian Lord Acton, a person’s sense of morality lessens as his or her power increases. He coined the phrase Power tends to corrupt. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. With the ability to do whatever you want to people, there's no telling what one might do.
We've but to look back throughout recent history if we need proof to substantiate this belief. In fact Abu Grahib is a perfect example. I couldn't for the life of me understand why it was necessary to stack naked, imprisoned men on top of one another. Some men were forced to put their faces in other men's pubic regions. Why? Isn't the fact that they are imprisoned against their will enough? And if torturing them or at least making them uncomfortable was necessary, why homosexual acts. I've heard the arguments from pundits who say that it's unacceptable in their culture therefore it was done because they didn't like it. Okay, I understand that, but wasn't their other things you could have done to cause them discomfort like having them sleep on a hard surface or limiting their exposure to the great outdoors. I know that would be enough to cause me discomfort.
I believe that this was an opportunity for those in charge to live out their own fantasies-to display the sickness that exists in their own minds. It's no different than what happens in prison throughout this country. If homosexuality is a sin, then why isn't every famous televangelist protesting the existence of prisons? Homosexual acts are almost encouraged in prison. The guards allow it to take place. Why do we allow institutions such as these to exist in our culture? In more civilized European societies, (those with fewer foreigners), their exists prison whereby inmates' wives can visit (long-term). And prison rapes are almost nonexistent. Prisons and Catholic churches seem to be the two institutions where there exists a tacit acceptance of homosexual behavior.
I can't say for certain that homosexuality was introduced to native Africans by Europeans. But one thing I can most certainly say is Rome-and I don't think I need to say too much else. Anyone who doesn't know how homosexuality and child molestation was condoned by Romans (and they have the nerve to call it Roman Civilization) is simply living in a opaque, soundproof bubble. The seat of the Catholic church, The Vatican City, sits right smack dab in the middle of Rome. And the I don't think their is a corner of the planet that doesn't have a Catholic outpost in the neighborhood.
I don't know if I'll ever fully know the truth, but one thing's for certain-the nonexistence of homosexuality in Kenya speaks volumes about where such an unnatural act of congruence might have originated.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Porno for Normos
I'm often amazed at how so much attention is focused on television content in this country. We are so afraid that our children will be negatively influenced by images that fly across the screen. Although I am in total agreement that there is probably too much risque behavior on television, I also think it's more how we view it than anything else. Often the way you look at things really has more profound affect than the thing itself. Take for instance Kirk Franklin. Kirky boy admitted on national television, on OPRAH of all places, that he was addicted to porn. I listened to his story intently because I too am a fan of porn, (notice I didn't say addicted). Kirk struggled because instead of accepting his affinity for naked images of (I hope) women, he allowed himself to be divided. There is no doubt that the naked image of a woman, and even more so of a woman engaging in sexual activity, will have an affect on you if you are a healthy heterosexual male. The problem comes when someone has told you that there is something sinfully wrong about that chemical reaction. Eventually, you become at odds with yourself and you struggle with wanting to indulge, but feeling weak and like a failure.
I remember the first time I discovered porn, and then later masturbation. At the tender age of 12, I immediately declared both ok in my book. I vowed not to let anything or anyone come between my own self gratification. Tell me I would go blind, tell me that the palms of my hands would become hairy, I didn't care-I'd just be a hairy-palmed blind man. In my book, I don't have an addiction to porn. Yes I view it daily, but does that mean I'm addicted? I dare so no. I like it, I view it, there. Let's move on.
Kirk regaled us with tales of driving 40 miles in the middle of the night to throw a porno magazine in a dumpster-driving back home, only to get in his car and drive back to the scene of the dumping to retrieve said magazine. In my most humble opinion, he's not addicted-he's nuts! First of all, if I threw a magazine away, it wouldn't be 40 miles away. Second, if I threw it away, I wouldn't have a problem parting with it. Kirk's problem is he hasn't accepted his (probably excessive, but in no way addictive) desire for porn. Nature takes it's course and some idiomatic religious dogma planted in your head long before you were able to defend yourself kicks in and starts telling you that you're a failure. Telling you that what you're feeling is wrong and that you should stop feelilng that way. There only three people types of males that are not affected by images of naked women: homosexual men, infant males, and old senile males. Any other heterosexual male that see an image of a naked woman and says that they aren't the least bit aroused are liars. Be them priests, rabbis, reverends, or popes-the power of the naked woman's affect on a man cannot be denied.
Is Kirk addicted? No-Kirk Franklin's conflicted. There's a major difference. If it wasn't so forbidden, he wouldn't have the urge to get rid of it. If he could satiate his appetite without guilt, those urges would be less intense. If he could sit in his house, on his couch, with his feet on his coffee table, and look at a porno mag or watch an adult dvd, without having his wife or his peers deem him a sinner, those urges would subside. But the shroud of secrecy-the fear of being caught adds to heightened arousal. The sweaty palms, the rapidly beating heart, the shortness of breath, associated with the provacative images, intensifies the experience. Take away the secrecy and the fear of being caught and I guarantee he'll bore of it. And if he doesn't, so what-let him gawk. Who's he harming? I'm so damn sick of hearing that ridiculous argument that porn exploits women. Oh really? How? If I look at a naked picture of (God forbid) Paris Hilton, does she know I'm looking? How is she affected because I'm looking? Does she get an irritating rash on the parts that I'm looking at just because I'm looking? No. She's probably sitting in her Bentley not even caring that I'm looking at her hideously ugly vagina on the internet (and yes I've seen it).
We continually want to blame the looker and not the poser. How am I exploiting her if she voluntarily posed? But it's the feminist ideological Evil Man who is responsible for EVERYTHING that has happened to women. We are blamed because nature made us attracted to women.
And finally, why is the naked image acceptable if it is considered art? That shit is porno to me. Or porno is art. One or the other. But to me, the line separating the two is so permeable, it exists without my detection.
RCP
I remember the first time I discovered porn, and then later masturbation. At the tender age of 12, I immediately declared both ok in my book. I vowed not to let anything or anyone come between my own self gratification. Tell me I would go blind, tell me that the palms of my hands would become hairy, I didn't care-I'd just be a hairy-palmed blind man. In my book, I don't have an addiction to porn. Yes I view it daily, but does that mean I'm addicted? I dare so no. I like it, I view it, there. Let's move on.
Kirk regaled us with tales of driving 40 miles in the middle of the night to throw a porno magazine in a dumpster-driving back home, only to get in his car and drive back to the scene of the dumping to retrieve said magazine. In my most humble opinion, he's not addicted-he's nuts! First of all, if I threw a magazine away, it wouldn't be 40 miles away. Second, if I threw it away, I wouldn't have a problem parting with it. Kirk's problem is he hasn't accepted his (probably excessive, but in no way addictive) desire for porn. Nature takes it's course and some idiomatic religious dogma planted in your head long before you were able to defend yourself kicks in and starts telling you that you're a failure. Telling you that what you're feeling is wrong and that you should stop feelilng that way. There only three people types of males that are not affected by images of naked women: homosexual men, infant males, and old senile males. Any other heterosexual male that see an image of a naked woman and says that they aren't the least bit aroused are liars. Be them priests, rabbis, reverends, or popes-the power of the naked woman's affect on a man cannot be denied.
Is Kirk addicted? No-Kirk Franklin's conflicted. There's a major difference. If it wasn't so forbidden, he wouldn't have the urge to get rid of it. If he could satiate his appetite without guilt, those urges would be less intense. If he could sit in his house, on his couch, with his feet on his coffee table, and look at a porno mag or watch an adult dvd, without having his wife or his peers deem him a sinner, those urges would subside. But the shroud of secrecy-the fear of being caught adds to heightened arousal. The sweaty palms, the rapidly beating heart, the shortness of breath, associated with the provacative images, intensifies the experience. Take away the secrecy and the fear of being caught and I guarantee he'll bore of it. And if he doesn't, so what-let him gawk. Who's he harming? I'm so damn sick of hearing that ridiculous argument that porn exploits women. Oh really? How? If I look at a naked picture of (God forbid) Paris Hilton, does she know I'm looking? How is she affected because I'm looking? Does she get an irritating rash on the parts that I'm looking at just because I'm looking? No. She's probably sitting in her Bentley not even caring that I'm looking at her hideously ugly vagina on the internet (and yes I've seen it).
We continually want to blame the looker and not the poser. How am I exploiting her if she voluntarily posed? But it's the feminist ideological Evil Man who is responsible for EVERYTHING that has happened to women. We are blamed because nature made us attracted to women.
And finally, why is the naked image acceptable if it is considered art? That shit is porno to me. Or porno is art. One or the other. But to me, the line separating the two is so permeable, it exists without my detection.
RCP
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Bored To Tears
There isn't much going on at work today. I've made all of my calls to my clients and it's only 9:23 a.m. and I have to be here 'til 5pm. My boss is in China and, although I have a few things to do, if I do them now, I'll really be bored and won't have anything to do for the rest of the day.
I'm listening to KPFK but in 30 minutes they play international music. Although I'm a music lover, banging tambourines from Sri Lanka isn't exactly my idea of listening pleasure. No offense to anyone from Sri Lanka-I love the way you put S before the R without the supportive E vowel. It just rolls off the tongue in a sexy way. Sri.
You know I'm bored when I'm writing complete paragraphs about the word Sri. I would like to add a quote that I thought of the other morning. I don't know if I read it somewhere or not but I believe it's original. Read below:
EVERY OPPORTUNITY TO SPEAK IS AN OPPORTUNITY TO TEACH. EVERY OPPORTUNITY TO LISTEN IS AN OPPORTUNITY TO LEARN.
Again, like I said, there's a possibility I read that somewhere a long time ago, and it's now, like the husk of popcorn wedged between ones tooth and gum, has worked it's way up to my consciousness.
I think it's a rather profound quote. I think that so many of our conversations are just useless babble. I think people are uncomfortable speaking about topics that they aren't well versed in. And when the intellects amongst us begin to speak, we shy away. Most of my conversations are laced with some manner of teaching. I believe it's simply sharing information-but isn't that the same as teaching? It doesn't matter if the information is accurate-the sharing of information is a form of teaching. I will take it a step further and say that one should teach righteously and accurately, but the basics of teaching are neutral. One can learn positive behaviors just as easily a they can learn negative or damaging behaviors. That is why it is extremely critical to this government that they mandate what is taught in public schools. We learn watered down history because if you truly knew how this country was formed, you wouldn't feel so good about yourself. I'm rambling.
Anyway, I'm going back to work.
RCP
I'm listening to KPFK but in 30 minutes they play international music. Although I'm a music lover, banging tambourines from Sri Lanka isn't exactly my idea of listening pleasure. No offense to anyone from Sri Lanka-I love the way you put S before the R without the supportive E vowel. It just rolls off the tongue in a sexy way. Sri.
You know I'm bored when I'm writing complete paragraphs about the word Sri. I would like to add a quote that I thought of the other morning. I don't know if I read it somewhere or not but I believe it's original. Read below:
EVERY OPPORTUNITY TO SPEAK IS AN OPPORTUNITY TO TEACH. EVERY OPPORTUNITY TO LISTEN IS AN OPPORTUNITY TO LEARN.
Again, like I said, there's a possibility I read that somewhere a long time ago, and it's now, like the husk of popcorn wedged between ones tooth and gum, has worked it's way up to my consciousness.
I think it's a rather profound quote. I think that so many of our conversations are just useless babble. I think people are uncomfortable speaking about topics that they aren't well versed in. And when the intellects amongst us begin to speak, we shy away. Most of my conversations are laced with some manner of teaching. I believe it's simply sharing information-but isn't that the same as teaching? It doesn't matter if the information is accurate-the sharing of information is a form of teaching. I will take it a step further and say that one should teach righteously and accurately, but the basics of teaching are neutral. One can learn positive behaviors just as easily a they can learn negative or damaging behaviors. That is why it is extremely critical to this government that they mandate what is taught in public schools. We learn watered down history because if you truly knew how this country was formed, you wouldn't feel so good about yourself. I'm rambling.
Anyway, I'm going back to work.
RCP
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Virginia Apologizes for Slavery
WHOOHOOO!!! Pass the peas, Virginia decided to officially apologize for her role in slavery, after one of it's delegates publically stated that African-Americans should get over slavery. I think it would have had a more sincere meaning if A). it wouldn't have come after the politically incorrect and insensitive remarks made by 80 year old Delegate Frank Hargrove and B). there was a financial disposition attached to it. Oh yeah, and they threw in a shot out to the Native Americans too (since they were in such an apologetic mood, I guess they decided to kill two birds).
Frankly, no pun intended, I couldn't give a rats ass about an apology. I lump it in the category with all those treaties with Native Americans that you didn't mean either. More importantly, to me at least, is that you recognize the unfair economic advantage that white Americans experienced during those times and fairly compensate the African-American nation that resides within the borders of the USA. Am I talking reparations? No, I'm talking Just Compensation. Share the wealth. The price that the continent of Africa suffered, and her people who were brought here and severed from all that they knew; beaten, brutalized, and murdered unmercifully, deserves more than a mia culpa apology from one tiny state in the union.
Do I think Just Compensation will ever happen? No. Power and money usually isn't ceded without a firm and steady twisting of the arm of sorts. And America knows that African-Americans aren't in the mental position to do any long-termed mental arm twisting. We may shout, jump up and down, and march around carrying signs and singing "We shall overcome," but we aren't going to voluntarily do anything that takes us out of our comfort zone. She knows that if the Bloods and the Crips ever stopped killing each long enough to see that historically, the federal government has always had it out for them, she might have a larger problem on her hands than she thought possible. Those guys are seasoned killers, and they almost pulled it off after the Rodney King beating, but weak minds are easily distracted and it wasn't long before they were back murdering one another in the streets of Los Angeles.
It was once believed that America's greatest fear was the Black man. Even I thought that to be the case. I was always reminded of that when I walked down the street and witnessed white women clutching their purses tighter or lock their car doors when I walked by. But then I realized that America doesn't fear the Black man. She doesn't fear the physically imposing and strong Black males you see during professional football games either. It wasn't until I began going back to the gym on a regular basis and commiting myself to physical strength conditioning that I began realizing what she really feared: A Black man whose mind and body are equally strong. Not only does he possess the physical ability to destroy you, he has the mental capacity to out manuever you as well. That is why the image of the Black male lacking scholastical aptitude is extremely important to perpetuate, and early on in his developmental stages. I can remember having the ability to read and write at a very young age-well before I attended school. But by the 4th grade, I was somehow put in a remedial reading class. By the time I reached high school, I was failing classes and barely attending classes at all. Eventually, I dropped out, took my G.E.D. and joined the USAF. I remember scoring extremely high on the G.E.D. and the lady administering the test asking me why I wasn't finishing school. It was obvious I had the knowledge. I filed that conversation away in the back of my mind because it was to become extremely useful as I dealt with the stigma of failing high school. I would always remember the words of that woman. Those words I carried with me when, for the first time in my life, I walked across a stage an accepted a diploma-my Bachelor of Science degree in Business Management.
As long as Black women continue to, unknowingly, continue the cycle of Willie Lynch and retard the mental abilities of Black men, America knows she has nothing to fear. She will never have to worry about a collective race of people standing together and demanding more than just a token apology; demanding an equal place at the table of the civilized. As long as we've got MTV, BET, and a populace whose measured collective average intelligence rises no higher than G.E.D., she won't be cutting checks anytime soon.
RCP
Frankly, no pun intended, I couldn't give a rats ass about an apology. I lump it in the category with all those treaties with Native Americans that you didn't mean either. More importantly, to me at least, is that you recognize the unfair economic advantage that white Americans experienced during those times and fairly compensate the African-American nation that resides within the borders of the USA. Am I talking reparations? No, I'm talking Just Compensation. Share the wealth. The price that the continent of Africa suffered, and her people who were brought here and severed from all that they knew; beaten, brutalized, and murdered unmercifully, deserves more than a mia culpa apology from one tiny state in the union.
Do I think Just Compensation will ever happen? No. Power and money usually isn't ceded without a firm and steady twisting of the arm of sorts. And America knows that African-Americans aren't in the mental position to do any long-termed mental arm twisting. We may shout, jump up and down, and march around carrying signs and singing "We shall overcome," but we aren't going to voluntarily do anything that takes us out of our comfort zone. She knows that if the Bloods and the Crips ever stopped killing each long enough to see that historically, the federal government has always had it out for them, she might have a larger problem on her hands than she thought possible. Those guys are seasoned killers, and they almost pulled it off after the Rodney King beating, but weak minds are easily distracted and it wasn't long before they were back murdering one another in the streets of Los Angeles.
It was once believed that America's greatest fear was the Black man. Even I thought that to be the case. I was always reminded of that when I walked down the street and witnessed white women clutching their purses tighter or lock their car doors when I walked by. But then I realized that America doesn't fear the Black man. She doesn't fear the physically imposing and strong Black males you see during professional football games either. It wasn't until I began going back to the gym on a regular basis and commiting myself to physical strength conditioning that I began realizing what she really feared: A Black man whose mind and body are equally strong. Not only does he possess the physical ability to destroy you, he has the mental capacity to out manuever you as well. That is why the image of the Black male lacking scholastical aptitude is extremely important to perpetuate, and early on in his developmental stages. I can remember having the ability to read and write at a very young age-well before I attended school. But by the 4th grade, I was somehow put in a remedial reading class. By the time I reached high school, I was failing classes and barely attending classes at all. Eventually, I dropped out, took my G.E.D. and joined the USAF. I remember scoring extremely high on the G.E.D. and the lady administering the test asking me why I wasn't finishing school. It was obvious I had the knowledge. I filed that conversation away in the back of my mind because it was to become extremely useful as I dealt with the stigma of failing high school. I would always remember the words of that woman. Those words I carried with me when, for the first time in my life, I walked across a stage an accepted a diploma-my Bachelor of Science degree in Business Management.
As long as Black women continue to, unknowingly, continue the cycle of Willie Lynch and retard the mental abilities of Black men, America knows she has nothing to fear. She will never have to worry about a collective race of people standing together and demanding more than just a token apology; demanding an equal place at the table of the civilized. As long as we've got MTV, BET, and a populace whose measured collective average intelligence rises no higher than G.E.D., she won't be cutting checks anytime soon.
RCP
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Bastards of the Party
This is a must see for anyone who is remotely linked to the Los Angeles and it's gang problem. Cle "Bone" Sloan in his freshman production manages to capture the history of African-American's and their strained relationship with the city of Los Angeles and the federal government. He provides a rich backdrop that lays a foundation of gang relations not only with the community, but with political parties and even the F.B.I. and specifically J. Edgar Hoover and the infamous Counter Intelligence Program used to dismantle the Black Panther Party, Malcolm X, and Martin Luther King jr.
Bastards poses many questions but attempts to answer none. It highlights the depth at which the gang problem exists in Los Angeles. Those who think that a simple cease fire or truce will lessen the tensions between the government manufactured enemies delude themselves. Sloan was able to reveal a deep-seated hatred between the red and blue factions that won't be easily appeased. Even when a loosely arranged truce was arranged, gang members themselves testify to LAPD involvement in keeping tensions between the two groups high. One gang member said that police officers confiscated his car, drove it to a rival gang neighborhood and conducted a drive-by-then returned his car to him.
Gang members still fear that any truce will not be upheld by rival members still grieving over fallen comrades. Listening to the testimony of member after member, its easy to see that the problem is far more complex than what meets the eye. I've contemplated how the problem could be solved and the only solution two solutions I arrived at were to either scatter all members across the United States to locations where tensions do not exist (which is virtually impossible), or if a common enemy similar to the one that appeared during the uprising in 1992 after the Rodney King injustice. Rivalrys were laid aside long enough to vent frustrations with the justice system that have been long standing.
I would like to see my brothers in Los Angeles put their weaponry aside long enough to join hands and rebuild their community. I would like them to recognize that, like all other people, we do have a common interest-it's called survival and it is so much sweeter when communities and together and tackle the problem as one.
The Prince
Bastards poses many questions but attempts to answer none. It highlights the depth at which the gang problem exists in Los Angeles. Those who think that a simple cease fire or truce will lessen the tensions between the government manufactured enemies delude themselves. Sloan was able to reveal a deep-seated hatred between the red and blue factions that won't be easily appeased. Even when a loosely arranged truce was arranged, gang members themselves testify to LAPD involvement in keeping tensions between the two groups high. One gang member said that police officers confiscated his car, drove it to a rival gang neighborhood and conducted a drive-by-then returned his car to him.
Gang members still fear that any truce will not be upheld by rival members still grieving over fallen comrades. Listening to the testimony of member after member, its easy to see that the problem is far more complex than what meets the eye. I've contemplated how the problem could be solved and the only solution two solutions I arrived at were to either scatter all members across the United States to locations where tensions do not exist (which is virtually impossible), or if a common enemy similar to the one that appeared during the uprising in 1992 after the Rodney King injustice. Rivalrys were laid aside long enough to vent frustrations with the justice system that have been long standing.
I would like to see my brothers in Los Angeles put their weaponry aside long enough to join hands and rebuild their community. I would like them to recognize that, like all other people, we do have a common interest-it's called survival and it is so much sweeter when communities and together and tackle the problem as one.
The Prince
Sunday, February 04, 2007
The L Word
I like the "L" word. I watch it religiously every season and I love the characters. The show is well written and, although it has nothing to do with heterosexual males, I feel priveleged to be able to look in on a world that absolutely loathes me. Perhaps it something I'm used to. Being an African-American in a world that views me as the lowest thing on the planet perhaps has prepared me for being on the outside-never ever fully being accepted. I don't feel a part of anything in this world. My family doesn't fully understand me-but they tolerate me. I don't feel close to anyone anymore. But for one day of the week, I bask in the reverly lesbians enjoying a world without men.
I don't blame them-men have been pretty awful to women throughout history. I'm watching Marle Matlin and Jennifer Beals get high and I miss it (getting high that is). When I got high every night of the week, I enjoyed losing myself and not worrying as much about things as I do when I'm sober. I haven't smoked in so long and I know that it's best for me that I don't. I can't focus when I do. I try to remember things but give up because I just don't give a fuck. But I digress-I just wish that I could find that which I'm looking for. Some enclave that understands my sufferage. Perhaps I'll die without ever finding it.
It's funny to watch the women of the L word acting just like men. It's weird. They've condemned us for behaving this way for decades, and when finally they discover autonomy, they emulate us. This world is crazy and I don't feel comfortable in it. I don't know if I ever did. I always thought that there was this place that I would end up where things would be the way that I envisioned them. But I've yet to find that place and at the age of 43, I don't think I'll ever find it. I don't know what it will take for women to discover men again, but I figure by the time it happens, I'll be too old to care.
I don't blame them-men have been pretty awful to women throughout history. I'm watching Marle Matlin and Jennifer Beals get high and I miss it (getting high that is). When I got high every night of the week, I enjoyed losing myself and not worrying as much about things as I do when I'm sober. I haven't smoked in so long and I know that it's best for me that I don't. I can't focus when I do. I try to remember things but give up because I just don't give a fuck. But I digress-I just wish that I could find that which I'm looking for. Some enclave that understands my sufferage. Perhaps I'll die without ever finding it.
It's funny to watch the women of the L word acting just like men. It's weird. They've condemned us for behaving this way for decades, and when finally they discover autonomy, they emulate us. This world is crazy and I don't feel comfortable in it. I don't know if I ever did. I always thought that there was this place that I would end up where things would be the way that I envisioned them. But I've yet to find that place and at the age of 43, I don't think I'll ever find it. I don't know what it will take for women to discover men again, but I figure by the time it happens, I'll be too old to care.
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