I have realized that during this campaign, something that I have almost always believed. There are a lot of bigoted assed white people. And you know it starts from the top, and tends to work its way down. Now, I know for sure that Black folks are racists, and bigoted. Almost no denying that at all, not from me. Can you really blame us? I mean really? White people for the most part like to sweep the shit under the rug, as if things have been peachy here in the united states for years.
Microsoft word wants me to capitalize united, and states. It can kiss my ass.
I was looking at old civil rights videos, and looking at the days when water hoses were sprayed on demonstrators, banging them against walls. Dogs being sic’d on tenns and people trying to march peacefully just to be seen as equals. And that shit wasn’t even fifty years ago. Crosses still burn on lawns. The word nigger is still painted on cars and houses of black folks. And for what? For being black? I mean what was the purpose really? How in the blue fuck would you hate someone, that you probably have it way better than, in terms of status, money respect, and whatever else there is. I never really thought about it that way. I never questioned as to why. When I did, it makes no fucking sense. What in the hell did any Black people do to these nasty fucking racists?
Are they upset that they can no longer get the free labor, they got for hundreds of years? Are they mad that slavery ended? Sometimes I guess that’s what it is. They are mad not to have niggers busting their ass for free anymore. This sense of white entitlement is just so damned funny.
I was watching more news reports about senator Obama’s pastor, and the words he used on a particular sermon. And you know my feeling on it? So the fuck what. The media and all of these low class idiots sit there and question the man’s patriotism. I mean, if he pissed on Lyndon Johnson’s face while he was a medical tech, during his surgery, then you would have a legitimate claim to question it.
This election makes me sick now.
Integration was the worse ting to happen to black folks in this country. I don’t hate white people for being white. I have white friends. Some even moved on my block.(pun) and I do not truly think that most are racists. It is just the majority of them do not seem to have the common sense to realize where we come from at times. You cant blame them, because they will never know what its like to be discriminated against. Not in the same fashion we are.
Yes, I’m rambling. Sue me.
I had a white friend, a co worker. Real cool guy, we got along great. We went on a business trip for the company, and was holed up out of state for a few weeks. The subject of race came up while we were guzzling 40oz. He was pretty much ghetto as I was, but he didn’t realize what type of opportunity that he had by being white. Now, the reason I was sent on this trip is because I knew what I was doing at the job. I bust my ass everyday. I came in every morning around 6:30am, opened the office up, got the coffee going, made sure whatever agenda for the day was listed on the boards, I mean I did some shit. And none of that was even anything I had to do. I was at work before the managers were. Basically, I worked twice as hard. But here he comes, doesn’t know too much, and asking me questions, and really didn’t care too much about the job, but he was handed some great assignments. I would sit there and drop my jaw at times. It’s funny now.
I tried to explain shit to him that, he unlike me, had a chance to move up in the company. A better chance than I did. He just could not get it. I told them that they sent him down there with me to show him how it’s done. They were grooming him. It didn’t really sink in until I said that shit. I just told him to watch what happens when we get back to jersey.
We get back and a week later he comes to me and says “yo, you were fucking right.” And lo and behold, the dude gets offered the position I had been jockeying for, for the last few months. He wasn’t even there a year yet. Me, there three years by then. The funny thing is that after he got this gig, he hated it. He was in the office training new employees, his feet was on the desks, he was making inappropriate comments to the chicks there, and giving them fools like three hour lunch breaks. One of the managers came to me and told me they think they made the wrong decision. No shit.
This would not be the last time this happened to me. But that there was enough for me to say, wow, some things just will not change.
Its like white people really don’t know how good they have it at times.
Sighs.
The go back to Africa thing was always funny. I mean when someone of another race tells a black person that. That’s bananas. I remember Marcus Garvey had the idea for all the Black folks here n the good ole u.s.a. to get on some boats and go the hell back. It is just too bad that the BOI, that’s the pre FBI, headed by none other than J Edna Hoover herself, indicted the man on bullshit mail fraud charges. I guess they saw that they weren’t going to get cheap labor from niggers anymore and put it to a halt as fast as they could. Sometimes when I think about it, I chuckle at the fact that the government would have sunk the boat as soon as it was in the deep waters.
Patriot. I was a patriot I guess. I joined the Navy and all. I don’t know if I had really noticed racism until I got there. I was only 17 and fresh out of high school when I arrived. I mean the shit was pure and uncut. But my first taste of it came from my company commander, who was from Kentucky, and had a strange resemblance to Hitler. Just looked thinner. I shit you not. So it is early one morning, it is still dark out. And we are lined up, and he calls me Simpson. I reply to him that I wasn’t Simpson, he was right next to me. Quick witted as he was, he says to me; “Well, if you niggers would smile more often, I could see you better when it’s dark.” I don’t think I have ever felt so small in my life. But what really killed me is that it got such a hearty laugh, especially from the white boys, and them southern black kids. Now, I am a quick witted person, I was even better back then. But, I didn’t know what to say. I started to wonder what it was I did. I wondered if I was stupid for trying to correct him. Here I was, one of his best recruits(his words) he had, but I was made small as shit, in a heartbeat. Yes, me the fucking patriot.
I wish I could say that this is the end of my rant.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Patriot Acts Up
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Good Times If I Were The Writer ~ I Feel Complete
And Here The Fuck We Go!
“Maa Noooooooooo. How will all the bitches think I am still DY-NO-MITE, If you make Dad take down Black Jesus?”
“Yeah Momma, what gives? This would perplex the situation and just another reason why the Black community will no longer rise above what is inconsequential in the mainframe of the dubious genetics of the powers that is.. (snaps in Z formation)
“WTF?! Jamessss!”
“That fruity Nigga aint my seed. Where the lightskin come from Flawda, where da lightskin come from, huh?”
Jamesssssssssss Ah!”
“What Bitch!? Y’know what Flawda? Your ass been keeping us down. Every damn time I get a hustle, or some money from no where, your ass always against it! Remember the bag o money I found and shit? Yeaaaah hoe, not No Mo!!"
Jamesssssssss Ah!”
“Nah, hells nah Flawda. I’m Sick of this shit. Remember the time I found the money in front of the market, and you said I should return it? $27,000 dollars Flawda! Bitch, we could have had….
Bbbb But Jamessssssss Ah!”
“But dad, Mom’s cooking pork chops tonight, kool-aide delight and they are going to be DY-NO…..”
“Oh DYNO shit!”
“HaHaHaHa....Glad I look good!”
“You know what? I’m out! Fuck you and you and you. And I’m taking this Black Jesus with me.
“No James No!!!!”“Naaaaah, uhn uhn, I’m Out bitch!” last time I give up some cash fucking with your bright colored wearing do gooding always want to keep us down never wanting us to get ahead ghetto project loving gap toothed gay son having short fro looking ass nigga ass, ass! These hoes gonna help me pack….say goodbye ladies!
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Too Much TV For Me!
I have been watching too much late night television these days. After working all day I have something that keeps me up for most of the night. I guess you can say it is the light that stays on, and the television that keeps running.
I know watching so much television is bad for me. It really makes the brain cells disappear into a land where they can never be found again. I mean it could be worse. I could be from Memphis, I’d kill myself if I were. However, back to this television thing. In the late evening a smorgasbord of shows come on, that normally I would not watch, but I like to look for things to complain about.
Like this one show; Designing Women. What the hell was this crap? 
I gave this show a shot. I figured it was one of those progressive shows from the 80’s and 90’s. what I found out that this show is pure tee shit. Nothing more than a shit load of big words, put together to make them sound like they are saying something. But when you get to the end of it, you find out that it was just bullshit. Like I guess the one you would call the main character. The one that was Mr. Drummond’s wife on Different Strokes. I watched at least 2 weeks of this crap, and every single show, this broad makes a ranting speech about nothing. Just makes you want to wish that David Hasselhoff would come from no where and tell her to shut the fuck up. And then Kitt would drive through the wall, running her over, killing her instantly, and at the same time ripping off the clothes of the skinny Delta Burke and the other chick. I guess this election season is getting to me, and the chick sounds like Clinton. And who wants to hear that shit?
Not me. Luckily, I figured out to use my remote. It takes me using two hands because its broke as hell, but damnit, now I can turn to some other bullshit to complain about.
Like this shit.
Now, don’t get me wrong, this show is a classic. I will forgive the fact that I don’t think I ever saw any people of color on the show. Being that this dude was Cuban doesn’t mean anything. When have you ever met a Cuban that admitted to being a person of color? Going once….Twice……Sold! Never.
This guy was the ultimate hater. As talented as his wife was, albeit a fuck up, he never let her get any shine. Damn shame to. But that isn’t the point here. The point is that he was garbage. I watched and watched. He couldn’t play the damn Congo drums. The shit was always off step. I would listen with a good ear. Nothing impressed me Rick! And the singing. I had to research this shit, and come to find out, he actually did sing. There must have been a shortage of talent in those days. Cant play the damn drums, and it isn’t like he needed sticks. Hell, I can still bust out the beginning of purple rain with my right hand, in perfect harmony. I watched closely, and it seemed as though his band want wanted to whup his off key ass after the show.
Yes, I have too much time on my hands it seems. That isn’t the case though. I don’t know what the case is though, when I find out, I will let you know.
THE most overrated show in history in my humble opinion. I really tried to watch this show and see what all the hub bub was about. This shit wasn’t funny to me. I don’t know why, everyone else seemed to think it was.
I guess I like my television white people to be rich, and depressed over regular white people on television stuff. You know, the Porsche has a scratch, the pool boy drowned in the hot tub and now you have to sprinkle coke on him to not catch a case.
Funny though, I did read that they won the lottery or some shit and got out the slums or whatever. Now that’s how I like my white folks, rich and void of any concern of others.
I Hate Musicals ~ As Well As You Should
It has been a while. Ugh, I think I need to go into the world a little bit more. The weather is nice as of late.
Well, I am in the house, and I am channel surfing with my half dead remote. It is more cracks in the shit than in the mind of a cancer woman, but I digress.
But anyways, Willy Wonka came on television, and I say to myself; “I haven’t seen this in a while, guess I will check it out.” That was until the singing began. I cant do it, I cannot subscribe to musicals. His movie is a damn musical. I don’t know if it is a testosterone thing. But I am sure that it is leaning into that direction. I cannot deal with movies where music is the theme here. It is my belief that musicals belong on Broadway and not in the movies. How the hell can you sing a dialogue?
The shit irks me until no end. I had to meditate and go back into my past. I was looking for a time where I actually did like musicals. I couldn’t find one. Now when I was a boy, I remember liking “The Wiz” and the song easing on down the road. That was a long time ago, and I figure that my level of blackness was developed at an early age. An all black cast shitting on that drug head Dorothy. Served them right.
But hat was the only song I would listen too. Don’t remember singing along, bobbing my head or anything, but I do remember not being able to wait to see Lena Horne, and Richard Pryor. I really thought Rich was going to curse Dorothy out, and tell Michael to put some bas into his damned lungs and shit. I dare to dream.
I remember my pops would watch this video when it was my time to visit his spot. It was called Fast Forward. It was some shit where there was a group of kids that went to the city to become dancers. It was made in the 80’s, and it was gay as hell. None of them dudes were fucking the chicks they were dancing with. Want to impress me, dance your dick in her mouth. I think they won. I could be biased because I don’t remember any break dancing in the film.
I could have went off course with that right there.
Some months ago, I had the privilege to spend an evening at a female friend’s house. Little did I know what I was in store for. It was cool, I got to eat, and you know I loves to eat. But there was a penalty. I had to sit through two entire movies that involved singing and dancing. One of them was with dancing damned penguins, fucking dancing, tap dancing assed penguins. Man listen, I sat on the couch squirming. I tried to force myself to go to sleep, but I was outnumbered by people that were delighted by this film. It really hurt my manly soul. I caught myself tapping my foot at one point. It was because I had to pee, but nonetheless I believed my leg had turned on me, so I went into the kitchen grabbed a knife and threatened my leg. The movie was almost over by the time I limped back into the viewing area. I was good at that point.
Until
They threw on another gay assed dancing movie. It was on of those You Got Served movies. I don’t know which one, what the name of it was, but I got the bottom line of the moral of the story. Oh yeah, that singer dude Chris Brown was in it, and got killed in like the first 7 minutes. WTF?! I actually think the dude can sing. I mean, I sat through the movie, only to see if the guy was going to return as someone with brain damage, one immobile arm, and one leg shorter than the other, pop lock his team to victory. That never happened, and of course I was let down, as always.
Don’t get me wrong. I will go see a performance, not a movie, or a musical, but I would go see the Alvin Ailey group dance. Its an art form that is not captured on film. And not by the shit they doing these days. I mean, if I was suffering from epilepsy, and had the occasional hekry jerky movements, I might make my own youtube video and become a star for a day.
I remember at one point was talking to this trollop. It seemed as though Everytime we spoke this movie Dreamgirls was on. She begged me to watch it. Damned that. I saw the commercials. All of them hoes were singing, in each and every thirty second spot. No dice. I considered it once. But only after the hoe started crying during the movie. I figured that I would be more likely to fuck if I had any knowledge of this film. You know, talk slick and be like “yeah, she can sang, lemme finger bang ya while you watch.” Thank goodness I didn’t have to watch it just to get some pussy. A hoe’s a hoe at the end of the day. Another thing is that I will never watch, willingly a movie that Beyonce stars in, or has a part of. She is nice to look at no doubt, and she can definitely get it. But since the Austin powers debacle, I swear off any of her films. It is like watching paint dry. Horrible to say the least. She needs to take a seat or two.
Ah Ha! In writing al of this, I remember now where my distaste of musicals came from. When I was in like 4th grade, I had the biggest crush on a chick named Shaniqua. She was one of those light skinned chicks, with the light eyes that were popular in the 80’s. I was willing to do anything to get next to her. And I mean anything. So anything was join the chorus. She was in the damn chorus. So, I went to the music teacher and auditioned. Now, I wasn’t the only guy that was in awe of her, I got the idea from my friends at the time. They didn’t pass the singing tests, but I did. HA! So there was little competition for her affection.
Everytime we had a rehearsal, I would scoot my ass over to get closer to her. I thought that if she heard my melodious tunes, she would fall head over heels for me. The only problem was I couldn’t sing for shit. And she would look at me when I was busing out the tunes with an evil eye. My voice may have been changing or something.
Every so often during rehearsal, the music teacher would group people up, so we could try to memorize the words to the songs. Here was my shot, I was paired with Shaniqua. Interestingly enough though, over the weekend, she was in an accident. Her eye was totally purple and black. She was still cute, but I mean damn. It was disturbing to say the least. She says that she fell off her bike, but it looked more like she fell off the bike because someone punched her dead in the eye.
I was okay with it. I mean how could she turn me down now? She looked like half raccoon. So we partner up, to memorize the words to some song. If I remember correctly, it was by “Wham” wake me up before you go..go. Gay, we should have seen the writing on the wall then about George. So we get to singing and what not, but something was off. It wasn’t the tone, her eye or anything. It was that her breath had hit me square in the nose. It was horrid. I don’t know what they served at lunch that day, but I am sure it wasn’t country fried shit with a side of ass dipped in feet juice. I know I didn’t have that. I guess she packed her lunch in her care bear lunch box.
I couldn’t go on. That is the funny thing though about some folks. You gravitate away from them, and then they become the ones to try to scootch over to your ass. Nahhhhhhhh son, not today. It was like that for the rest of my time in the chorus, which I grew to hate. When we finally had our little concert, I was moving my lips and just as lackadaisical as I could be. I couldn’t be more disinterested at that point.
Therefore, I hate musicals. And that has noting to do with the fact that the group got to go to NYC to see “A CHORUS LINE”
And I was one of the fools caught climbing rocks in central park, and got suspended for such. My excuse was that we just left a 2 hour gay production with singing and dancing.
A one day suspension turned quickly into 4 days.
How the hell was I supposed to know the vice principal was a lesbian?
Sunday, April 20, 2008
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Saturday, April 05, 2008
Home Improvement Random Thoughts
Well, well, well. It has been one hell of a week. Can’t say it was all too bad. The weather seems as though it is going to finally break. Nothing energizes me more than the sun, the sun and good music. So imagine my delight when I am walking around in the city with my earphones, aimlessly nonetheless.
All week I have been doing the home improvement thing. Installed a new hot water tank, which took countless trips back and forth to the hardware/barber hop/candy store. Thank goodness he had everything I needed. Too bad it took more than 5 trips to figure that out. After all of that was done, I see that blocking off the pipes had caused the tub to fill up. Talk about pissed. I had bought a new rod, curtain, towel racks, all this shit for the new occasion, and here I go again, back to the hardware store. A damn snake I had to buy. Of course the shit doesn’t do anything. So then I go BACK to the store, and get this high powered drano stuff. I mean I thought it was about to do the damn thing, as soon as I poured it in, all I heard was a sizzling, like bacon in the pan. I bought at least 4 bottles of this expensive shit. Poured 3 of them in and let it stay there for the night. I was ready for it to be resolved in the morning.
HA! That shit didn’t do anything. I was already fuming at the thought of spening money on a plumber or some shit. But before that, I figured I’d go to the basement to look at the pipes. I don’t know why I never looked at the shit before. I have looked at these pipes forever before, just never thought too much of it. Well, lo and behold. The idiot that installed them had the pipes all fucked up. From the drain, directly underneath, there were three elbows. The shit looked like a roller coaster. So, now I am fuming, because the only way to fix this is to cut them, being PVC and all. I go outside, and look and see if my uncle and his boy is around. You would think that the old man would help me, he did, he helped by telling me what to do. I guess I should be gracious for that, right? I am, but damn, I could have used some help. But they know I’m cheap. LOL.
Fine, that’s done. Bathroom fixed up, and everything is super clean. I must have stayed in the shower for 2 hours. It sure beats the tub upstairs. I hate that big assed old tub. Feel like I am in a 1920’s silent film in that thing.
Needless to say, I am quite motivated right now. In cleaning up, I found that a lot of the bullshit in this apartment does not belong to me. So, you know all of that shit goes right to the basement or the garbage. And to be honest, there are only two reasons why I even bothered to clean the shit up to begin with. One of them being that my weight bench is in there, and I am so much in need to relieving tension. One of the ways is working out, the other is getting my hair twisted. I was so close to just cutting it off last week. But I looked at some old pics, and decided to keep it. I mean why the hell not? I think I look like jesus with a full beard and my locs. The only thing I will remember to do these days is to twist them myself when I am bored. That’s what I did most of the day, sat back, watched movies and twisted my own shit. They are much longer than I thought.
Back to working out, I should be pissed about the bench. While it was sitting there in no mans land, the butterfly got bent, the attachment to hold the bar is missing, its just all messed up. Now I think I am going to have to undo all of the boxes I put shit in to find it. It’s like working against my self. Will not be the first time though. For now the butterfly is at least usable, and I have the pulley bar until I find the shit. I don’t know if it is possible, but I am missing weights too. The iron ones at that. There is no way anyone would steal those, but then again, I am in the hood. I did do what I could do with what I had. For 3 straight days I was on the bench, so right now my arms, stomach, shoulders are in pain, but it’s a good pain I guess. Soon as I eat, and finish this I am off to the new workout room.
I have a new phone number, that I don’t even know yet, I should say have never known. My back up cell phone that is. My me memory always fails me. I could have sworn I made an over payment on the other joint, but no, seems as though it was under payment, go figure. So when I call them to change the number, they tell me I cant and that I owe. Damn, that’s what I get, something tells me if I kept my gums from flapping, it would be on now. I will worry about that later. Tired of the shit ringing anyways, ya know? I want a new blackberry or the htc phone, anything with windows mobile. I refuse to get an Iphone. If I wanted an ipod I would have got one, besides, my fingers are too fat for that shit.
I don’t know where this blog is even headed. There is a new one, but I have been too busy around the house to pay it any mind, for the time being. There is a link here somewhere, but I don’t even know on what post I put the link in. Trying to be secretive, I done hid it from myself. I have so many emails and passwords, I don’t know what account I used to sign it up with. It will come to me, probably when I am far away from a machine. Cant even view who is looking at this one anymore, I let that subscription lapse, because I figured I wouldn’t be making anymore posts here, oh well. I installed a new browser today, the crap works slower than the other ones. This is really the wrong machine to be trying to utilize five different web browsers. I pulled the old bookmarks and looked at some sites I haven’t looked at in a while. I see some folks are still up to their whorish ways. Damn, even whores for jesus. But that’s a different story I suppose.
I’m cooking pork chops!!!
My appetite has been off the chain for the last few months. I’m not eating for two, at least I hope not, and if I were, I would be shocked. Sympathy pains my ass, I’m just hungry. The dude at the soul food spot gave me a free meal the other day, i thought it was funny. He told me it was because I was always his best customer. I spent a small fortune in there, and it was worth every penny actually. I guess I spoiled myself by eating good. I cannot eat any fast food these days. It is rare, and when I do I feel sick after doing so. The same when I drink soda, just cant do it.
The pork chops are done! Damn any sides though. This is going to be the other white meat only night. This new diet, on paper makes me look like a fat slob. I counted, there are at least 4 meals, and 4 snacks during the day.
Doing all this work around the house kind of makes me want another kid, a son actually. I was thinking about having a little man there to hand me tools and things while I am putting up a wall, or ceiling, as I have been doing the last two days. How sweet is that? My attention turned to my own pops. That dude didn’t teach me a damned thing. I mean shit, he was a mechanic, you would think he would show me how to fix a carburetor or some shit, right? I guess men have biological clocks too. My daughter is nobody’s tomboy whatsoever. And rightfully so. I mean what five year old doesn’t want to go anywhere without her purse? LOL. Damn shame there are cats out here that want noting to do with their own kids. I guess I know how that feels, and no kid should have to live that. Maybe I will find a boy kid, and adopt him, or join a big brothers thing. I don’t know. I can do anything. I mean, I fixed the damn pipes didn’t I? Almost lastly, do not surround yourself with liars, or weirdos, when you do that, they bring you down, and will make up anything to make you think you are as fucked up as they are. Be honest with yourself first, and then you may be able to be honest with others.
Why is my hair in pony tails? I feel aerodynamic or something, ive been running around the house like I got boosters on or something.
It is time to eat!!!
PEACCCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
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