tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40745527897965358292024-02-07T04:10:22.022-05:00Brooklyn Point of ViewCommon sense... With no pulled punches.BrooklynPointOfViewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13991946275522817526noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074552789796535829.post-80693303472729337012012-11-04T05:19:00.000-05:002012-11-04T05:19:39.078-05:00Sorry I Ate Your Peanuts
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">SHE SAYS </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">My brother told me a story
not too long ago. It’s funny as all get out. I want to share it with you and
then I have a serious point to make. But first levity…</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">My brother is a pastor. He
is often traveling to homes of parishioners to minister, pray with, bring food
etc. During one of these travels he and a small group arrived at the home of an
elderly woman. She invited them in and offered them a seat. She then excused
herself to tend to something in the other room. The group had been very busy
all day and was famished. The helped themselves to the bowl of peanuts on the
coffee table. The woman returned. One of the ministers admitted sheepishly;
“Sorry Mother. We were so hungry we ate all of your peanuts.” The woman waved
her hand dismissively. “Oh, don’t worry about that baby. I done sucked all of
the chocolate off of those already.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">As everyone tried not to
hurl, my brother hollered with laughter. Boy was he glad he didn’t eat any of
those peanuts!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Which brings me to my point.
What are you feeding yourself? How many people have touched it before you? What
did they do to it? These are the questions that remind me to bless the food at restaurants.
It’s also why say an extra long prayer at a buffet.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">These questions can also be
applied to belief systems. Religious beliefs as well as secular. For the
record, I identify as a Christian… With reservations.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">So that is where I’ll focus.
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Around 1800 BC Moses went up on
Mount Sinai to get away from the Hebrews. They were getting on his nerves
something serious. He’d been listening to them cry and complain since Egypt. So
he grabbed two of his homies and they went up to the mountain where it was
quiet. Maybe God would tell him something to do so he wouldn’t have to kill
those people. And God did not disappoint. He kept Moses on the mountain for
forty days. (I’d like to think that 35of those days were like a spa trip for
Moses. He deserved it. And on the last 5 days he gave Moses instructions. God
even wrote them down on stone tablets. So Moses wouldn’t forget or lose them.
Those instructions were the Ten Commandments. And the start of Judaism.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Now I don’t know exactly how
the people felt about these instructions or exactly what they did with them.
They lost the tablets. And the Ark, which contained them. Whatever they did it
wasn’t good, because 1800 years later Jesus had to be born to clean house.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Jesus (at least in my mind)
was like Shaft in sandals. He’s a bad mutha- Shut yo mouth! He didn’t care what
anyone said, he got stuff done.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">He looked at the Jews and told
them they were doing things all wrong. They had strayed so far from what his
Daddy had written on those rock all of those years ago. People were changing
things to benefit their own selfish agendas. Just straight up lying on his
Daddy and Jesus was having none of it. So J.C. started changing things.
Everywhere he went he was bucking the system. The Jews didn’t take too kindly
too him busting up their pimp game, so they decided kill him. But it was too
late. Jesus had decided to give up his life long before. He made his mark and
would never be forgotten. Mission accomplished. He made some revisions to the
Jewish faith. Those who liked Jesus’ ideas called themselves Christians and
decided they were going to live their lives being like him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">That was over 2000 years
ago. Judaism lasted only 1800 years before it was too dirty and corrupt to
continue on as it was. Christianity is even older now. Come to think of it,
Islam started at about 600 AD. And since many of the Jews rejected Jesus’
revisions Judaism is about 4000 years old.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">If mankind is true to form,
then all of these religions are in need of an overhaul. Too much time has
passed. Too many people have touched the sacred scriptures.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And considering the fact that the
members of these faiths tend to be the hardest people to get along with on the
planet, it’s a safe bet that those holy books probably look very little like
they were intended to. That is why I am a Christian with reservations. I know
in my gut that there was some non-God authorized revisions to my bible and by extension,
the Christian faith.</span></div>
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critical eye. I follow politics with a critical eye. I observe tradition with a
critical eye. I know the peanuts in there have been around a long time. Long
enough for them to be M&M’s that someone sucked all of the chocolate off.
Long enough for someone to have knocked them on the floor swept up and put back
in the bowl. Long enough that even if the were never covered in chocolate; like
bar nuts any number of unsanitized hands could have been there first. I don’t
eat nuts at the bar. I don’t eat in “Grade Pending” restaurants.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I look around in a restaurant for obvious
signs of filth before I eat. My body is my temple. I have to watch what I put
in it. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My mind and my soul are the
residents in that temple and I have to watch what I feed them too. I always ask
questions before I eat anything. It would be foolish not to. And regardless of
the answer I’m given, if something doesn’t look or smell right. If the little
voice in the back of my mind clears it’s throat in caution. I’m not eating it.
I want to know that my peanuts are not reincarnated M&M’s.</span></div>
BrooklynPointOfViewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13991946275522817526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074552789796535829.post-79775558968147865762012-09-06T03:26:00.000-04:002012-09-06T03:26:25.558-04:00I KNOW… I AM… SOMEBODY
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--</style><span style="font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">SHE SAYS:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span>
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<span style="font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">In 1984 Jessie Jackson ran
for president. I was four years old. My mother and my aunt took my cousin and I
(in strollers) to a campaign rally. I don’t remember much except the size of
the crowd, yelling “Run Jesse Run!!” And I remember Jesse saying in his speech
“I know I am Somebody, I know I am Somebody, I know I am Somebody!!” It stuck
with me. A few years later in Sunday school I remember staring at a poster with
a little kid on it that said, “I know I’m Somebody. Cause God don’t make no
junk!” That stuck with me too.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">So while checking out my
Papi’s Facebook page today; I came across something that disturbed what Jesse
told me in 1984. And what that poster told me Sunday after Sunday. Here is what
he posted. He posted it from someone who posted it from someone…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Females, lets be clear....and REAL....a man
isn't cheating with you because you are so good at being the other
woman....he's cheating with you because you aren't good enough to be THE woman.
I laugh at women that brag about being the "go to" woman when the man
gets bored at home, & you try to put down a submissive woman for being who
God designed her to be. Learn what submission really means. A submissive woman
is far from weak, because a true submissive woman knows how to carry the load
for him and her both without him even having to know it. She knows how to speak
to his spirit & not his lusts. She knows how to push him to his dreams
instead of pulling him to destruction. She knows how to pray with him and not
play with him. She knows how to be quiet even when her flesh wants to speak.
She knows the value of his hard work & not just his dollar. A submissive
woman is his "LIFETIME" but you are just a "GOOD
TIME"...and that's all you will ever be. He knows that he can throw a few
dollars & material possessions your way & that's all you will ever
expect. The other woman makes it easy for a man, the submissive woman makes it
easy for herself by making him EARN & not buy her. You are the O.T.H.E.R.
woman...an Overplayed Toy He Eventually Releases....Get it straight.”</i></span></h6>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> </span></i></h6>
<h6 style="margin-bottom: .1pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: .1pt;">
<span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 18.0pt; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">On the surface this seems like a “Hell Yeah Girl!” statement. Until you
squint a little and realize that both women addressed in this statement suffer
from low self-esteem. Both women are allowing themselves to be used. Neither sees
their value. The woman who wrote this sees the other woman as the loser. The
immoral wretch who is worth nothing more than a roll in the hay.</span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 18.0pt; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">This may be true. But the wife, the #1 woman who feels the need to
debase the other woman to extol her own worth values and status is a fool. She
with all of her values and commitment to the biblical idea of womanhood has
married a whore. She knows it. She stays. And she is angry with whom? The other
woman. Is she angry with her man? Not really.. He’ll be back.</span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 18.0pt; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> </span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 18.0pt; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">No, the other woman is not a nice person… But if she enjoys her
position, she’s getting what she wants --a good time. Sure, she should believe
she’s worth more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But at least she
knows a dud when she sees one. Your cheating man is not worth more of an
investment than a good time.</span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 18.0pt; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> </span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 18.0pt; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Soo angry at the other woman… Why? She is just taking what he is
offering.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If a man deceives
his wife took his paycheck, and his time to the casino would the woman blame
the casino? Or would she blame the man for a lack of honesty and commitment?</span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 18.0pt; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> </span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 18.0pt; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">This issue has nothing to do with the other woman. She is an opportunist.
This has little to do with the man. (He broke his commitment) but at his core,
he too is an opportunist.</span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 18.0pt; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">The issue is this long suffering woman who believes that God called her
to submit to a man who has not first submitted to God. And she wears her
suffering as a red badge of courage. And this makes her “better” than the other
woman YUP! Women are stupid. This is the very same attitude that keeps us nursing
broken hearts and medicating STD’s. A man would have never written such drivel.
When a woman cheats on a man with anyone he blames the woman. If she cheats
with his brother he will forgive his brother and still blame the woman. A man
would never sit there and think up a list of reasons why the other man is not
good enough to be number one. He doesn’t care. That man is getting for free
what he worked for and he’s mad as hell at her for giving it away. He would
never boldly admit to waiting on a whore to change her mind and act right.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He would never do that because he knows
that he would just be confirming to the world what she thinks… He’s not worth
much.</span></h6>
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surface. Sometimes how we view others is a direct reflection of how we see
ourselves.</span></h6>
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low self -esteem wrapped in a wedding band and a bible is still low self-esteem.</span></h6>
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it. Say if you don’t understand it. Soon it will stick with you. And you will
be able to loudly proclaim “I know I’m somebody. Cause God don’t make no junk!”
And you won’t take any junk. And the other woman won’t matter. She won’t exist.
Because the man that would bring her about would no longer take up residence in
your life…. Shalom</span></h6>
BrooklynPointOfViewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13991946275522817526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074552789796535829.post-72260271405507458742012-08-27T02:28:00.003-04:002012-08-27T02:29:51.613-04:00Learn More, Know Less<br />
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Throughout history, there have been amazing civilizations
and revelations. Today, we live in the
Information Age, where virtually anything we want to know can be accessed with
just a few mere touches of our fingertips to a machine. Heck, even the advent of a machine is a
miracle in itself.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Have we gotten too cocky?
I remember the lyrics to a theme song for a show in the 90s, “The Hogan Family”, which said “Life is such a sweet insanity. The more you learn, the less you know.” I’m starting to believe – more than ever –
that this is true.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Humankind has developed in ways that would make people born
merely a century ago drop dead in disbelief.
The accomplishments we have made as a species is unbelievable. But the only thing that astounds me more than
our successes is our arrogance, not even our failures. One point of our arrogance surpasses and
surprises me than all other, however: Believing in God is rapidly becoming rapidly
a signal of a lack of intelligence. It
seems we have bought into our own hype.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m sorry to burst our own intellectual bubble, but the more
we learn, the less we know. Humans on
this planet have had civilizations without disease, meaning that even the
common cold was a foreign concept. Making matters worse, these civilizations
were thought to be “savages” and to live in “huts.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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There have been multiple civilizations that interacted with
each other, and fought wars; BLOODLESS wars. For those that don’t understand
that concept, it means that two opposing nations disagreed, and settled their
differences in a combat environment where nobody died. Oftentimes, no one was
even hurt!<o:p></o:p></div>
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To be clear, many of these civilizations developed
independently and during different eras of human existence. They occupied all the hemispheres of the
planet, and their ideals and achievements span thousands of years. As different
as they all were, they all believed in some sort of divinity. They might have worshipped their deity or
deities differently, had different religious practices, or believed in
different deities entirely, but they all had some sort of “faith.” How foolish and arrogant of us to discount
them!<o:p></o:p></div>
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No, they were not perfect civilizations, but were they
really “worse” than ours? We live in the
prototype nation for freedom, where we judge and chastise other nations for not
advancing the rights of women, unsanitary living conditions, etc., yet we still
argue about birth control, give tax breaks to the rich, and lose countless
souls to PREVENTABLE diseases and ailments, not to mention things like cancer
and AIDS. We fight wars that old people
start and young people die in by the thousands, but we have the audacity to
look at these other cultures as primitive.
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In the history of human evolution, atheism and agnosticism
are relatively new concepts. Actually,
their widespread belief is arguably newer than the idea of fundamental human
rights, which can be traced to a time hundreds – if not thousands – of years before
the birth of Jesus. In this day and age – the era of technology, the mastery of
sciences that would be deemed magical not too long ago – 80% of the world
believes in some sort of religion. That
translates to roughly 5.5 BILLION people, again, in the INFORMATION AGE! If we were to assume – falsely, I might add,
since the percentage was most likely much higher – that this percentage has
stayed constant throughout human history, it is arguable that the number of
people that believe in some sort of deity living today equals the number of atheists
and agnostics that have walked the earth EVER.
I admit that’s an exaggeration, but without doing a population check for
the last 10,000 years, it is far from unfathomable. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Maybe you believe in a deity. Maybe you do not. But the disdain those that do not have for
those that do is beyond arrogant and idiotic.
Not all religions are the same, nor are all religions safe. However, the fact that religion is as old as
humankind itself should be enough to make an argument for actual
possibility. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We no longer fight bloodless wars. We no longer have civilizations without
disease. We no longer have race-blind
multinational civilizations. In some
circles, we no longer have a God. We do
have computers, cars, airplanes, chemistry, physics, biology, inequality,
famine, socioeconomic classism, racism, and hate. Some of these things – good and bad – have
existed for a long time. Some of them have not.
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have, never in my life, been accused of being an optimist. The glass is half-full if it was empty before the waiter put something in it. It is half-empty if I had a full glass and someone drank it. So I'm not one of those "life is what you make it", "every cloud has a silver lining", "turn that frown upside down" bullish spitting peoples.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sometimes things just suck.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The question, then, becomes, what are you gonna do about it? Are things just gonna suck, and you sit there in the suckiness and be sucky? That seems counterproductive to me. If something sucks (and not in a good way), it is completely understandable to at first be overwhelmed. It is a natural reaction. But why would one choose to stay there? Simply put, misery loves justification.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Misery may love company, but any house guest can overstay his or her welcome. At some point even misery prefers to be alone... But justification is a different story. Justification is the four-course meal on which misery thrives. It is the surf, turf, potatoes, steamed veggies, and quadruple-layer chocolate cake that feeds misery and keeps it both fat and strong.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I mean, seriously, if you can justify why you're miserable, you lose the will/power/focus to do anything about it. "I don't have time", "I've tried everything" and, my personal favorite, "It's not my fault!" Every time you justify being miserable and your sucky condition, the misery inside you smiles because it is getting stronger while you get weaker. Misery's goal is to keep making you weaker until the only victory you will be able to achieve is one that is Pyrrhic in nature.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There will always be reasons why your present condition sucks, and there will always be reasons to justify not even trying to do anything to change that present condition. But if things are so bad to begin with, what do you have to lose? And if you just tried to justify your misery because your circumstance is special, then by all means, be miserable, have a drink, and die slowly - both literally and figuratively... Just make sure you have a nice suit/dress picked out, and someone has something non-miserable to say at your funeral.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12pt;">On July 4th, Chris Rock
tweeted"Happy white peoples independence day the slaves weren't free but
I'm sure they enjoyed fireworks." And oh boy did that burn a bunch of
White folks biscuits. Why? What part of it wasn't true??</span>
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<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12pt;"> The 1st Independence
day was to declare independence from Great Britain of primarily White men
who owned property, followed by white men who did not own property and finally
white women. Black people were not included in that declaration. He did not
address how slavery originated, who owned the most slaves or any of the other
irrelevant points people are raising.</span>
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<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12pt;">Actually Chris Rock
commemorated the day more appropriately than most. He made a statement about
the systematic oppression of a people by their own government. Doesn't that
just SCREAM 4th of July?</span>
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<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12pt;">When White folk die or are
mistreated it is a travesty of national or even global proportions. And do we
ever move on from those tragedies? No. "We Will Remember" "Never
Forget" If you even mention that the holocaust wasn't the greatest example
of genocide, you are anti-Semitic.</span>
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<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12pt;">White folk in America want
us to forget about slavery. Guess what? We'd love to! We have tried to
assimilate for generations and just be Americans, but due to the dedication to
racism that persists specifically against Blacks in this country; we cannot
forget. </span>
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<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12pt;">When we forget and get
comfortable we build our own profitable, self sufficient communities. And they
are lynched burned to the ground. (Rosewood,Fl. 1923) When we forget and get
comfortable we forget to remind our children to cross the road and not look a
White person in the eye. (My Grandmother. Augusta, Ga. 1939) Our sons are
killed for allegedly whistling at a White woman(Emmitt Till, Mississippi Delta
1955) . Shot at by the NYPD 41 times, killed while reaching for the wallet that
holds the ID to identify himself to the officers. (Amadou Diallo Bronx, NY
1999) Or something as simple as a 13 year old boy being stopped frisked and
questioned about how he acquired his handheld video game in his
pocket. (My Nephew. Brooklyn, NY 2006)</span>
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<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12pt;">So since Independence Day
is the day that a group of people chose to declare their independence from a
nation that enacted a system of oppression on some of it's people; Independence
at it's core for Black people in America still has not come. Yes we've come a
long way, but not far enough.</span>
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<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12pt;">We cannot forget our
history. Lest we be doomed to repeat it. And we are still recovering from the
first pass. We still have to watch our backs in the nation of our birth;
permanent prime suspects to a never ending crime. But much like my people
before me I am hopeful, I am prayerful and I am expecting a miracle. I am
expecting a true independence day for all Americans... Someday.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12pt;">"It's been a long, long time coming. But I know a change is gonna come. " </span>
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<br /></div>BrooklynPointOfViewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13991946275522817526noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074552789796535829.post-32589754134090163502012-07-01T20:12:00.000-04:002012-07-01T20:12:27.380-04:00Dealing With The DevilShe Says:<br />
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Riddle me this: What do Mike Bloomberg, the MTA, The GOP and Apple all have in common?<br />
Answer: They are all closely linked and allied if not the very Devil himself!<br />
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Bloomberg bought his way out of term limits and had become the Dictator in Chief of NYC. The MTA holds the city hostage with ever increasing fares and ongoing "service improvements" That only seem to serve to eff up most people's already hellish commutes. The GOP wants you to pay FICA and die! Why should average citizens see a doctor? But you'd better file those 1040's... Or that's your ass! But, on to my devil of the day, but very high on my list all days...APPLE.<br />
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As I type this rant I am on an iMac. An iMac that some awesome friends gave me when they crumbled and bought a new over priced Mac. I have never bought an apple product first hand. I refuse. I'm broke. Apple's rich. Everybody buys Apple..So apple don't need my money.. Shout outs to the two cool people I bought my first macs from on craigslist. Super Shout outs to Joe & D. The kind benefactors that gave me this mac for $0. And a drink or two :)<br />
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****Warning: The rest of this post will contain some four letter words. Some will find it amusing, others offensive...But I don't care. Because this is how I feel down deep in my soul. When something ticks me off, even if you don't hear it out loud I'm cussing on the inside. God hears it. So why bother hiding it from you.****<br />
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I used to love Apple. The macs were shiny, and cool. And they did cool stuff that windows did not. They had ITUNES!!! 99 cents a song! Whoo hoo! I no longer had to buy an entire 16 track crappy cd just for 3 cool songs! Genius! Oh look! Itunes works on PC. I signed up. All the while saving my pennies so That I could eventually buy my very own (overpriced but awesome) mac.<br />
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One day, and 400 dollars into my Itunes library. My hard drive died. Just died. No warning or anything just bye bye hard drive. I lost my pics and all of my music. I know they tell you to back up your itunes. You are supposed to back up everything. But who actually does it before their first computer meltdown? No One. That's who.<br />
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So I do the logical thing and call Apple. I tell them my story, and ask them to explain to me how I can download my music again. They say that I can't. But I can go to my account where every song I bought is listed and buy them all again if I'd like.<br />
Hell No! I would not like! I would like for you to re issue my music that we both know I spent 400 dollars on. I'm sorry ma'am. We just cannot do that. There is no way we can.<br />
That's pretty much how that stupid ass conversation went.<br />
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Those Bastards!! They act like I asked them to ship me a bunch of CDs or a crate of vinyl. The music is digital!! Why can't they just press a few buttons. Re-digitize and send me my shit?! That is when I realized that Apple did not give a crap about it's customers.<br />
I found "other ways" to get my music back. And I was happy. It was also then that I decided I would only buy Apple products second hand if at all possible. They don't care about me... They ain't getting my money! Some time had passed and I was looking for a song. I could not find it anywhere. I knew I had purchased it from itunes before so I bit the bullet and went to re purchase the song. Do you know that apple had the audacity to grey out the song so that I could not re purchase it!<br />
So... I called Apple. "Umm yeah.. sooo. I wanted to buy this song right? And Ya'll won't let me."<br />
"Well we see you've purchased it before. So you can't purchase it again" That's when I snapped and informed the chick on the line that I would be calling back everyday, all day until someone in there let me buy that damn song again. I vowed to holler at every poor soul who answered the phone until I got digital justice. Suddenly a supervisor came on the line and said that they would make a one time exception and re issue all 400 dollars of my music to me. As a courtesy. My ass. Here's a courtesy. Be good to your customers before they turn into hollering shrews.<br />
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I have heard horror stories of people walking into the Apple store with a loose screw on a unit and being charged more that what the computer is worth to fix it or offered an upgrade on a new machine.<br />
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Just today I decided that I needed to upgrade my mac's software. I go to the website and see that the newest upgrade will be released in July. Cool. I'll get it then.. NOT so fast. In order to get the latest upgrade you have to have every one in between. I'm running leopard. Mountain lion comes out in July. Snow leopard and lion are between them. So I effectively have to buy and install two useless upgrades to get to the new one. Why? is this a punishment for not following the curve? That's like Microsoft saying you are using XP. You want windows 7? You gotta buy Vista. I know. We are not using it anymore, but we don't appreciate that you did not buy it. You were supposed to buy it. and for your defiance, we will force you to buy it.<br />
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Ain't this about a bitch. How about they just charge extra to skip upgrades? That would make sense.<br />
Apple doesn't care what makes sense. Apple wants assimilation. Like the Borg. They want you to abandon all free thought and purchase. They want your mind, your wallet and your immortal soul. But that usually is the price you pay for dealing with Satan isn't it?<br />
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Kiss my grits Apple! I will find "other ways" to get that upgrade. My money belongs to me! My soul belongs to Jesus! And my heart belongs to PC! I'm just using you because you're flashy and easy.BrooklynPointOfViewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13991946275522817526noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074552789796535829.post-50647859629471726392012-06-22T14:32:00.000-04:002012-06-22T14:32:26.447-04:00License to BreedSHE SAYS:<br />
We must register to vote. We need a License to drive, but anybody can just make and raise a kid. They ask you no questions. There are no qualifying factors. It's just okay there ya go. Good luck baby, hope your parents don't suck. I mean can they at least give you a pamphlet and a 5 hour course? A road test or something? I mean It's a person!? People are more thoroughly vetted before buying a puppy.. With that in mind here is the pamphlet that I would send home with anyone who is thinking of or recently had a child.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt;"><span> </span>What
do the 1991 Chicago Bulls, General Patton and Kelly Clarkson all have in
common? They won. Sure they all won different things, but they won.<span> </span>All great conquests are made with a
plan. So now that you know you’re going to be a parent, now that you’re out
buying onesies, and booties and all other types baby gear. What’s your game
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seriously in quiet moment allow yourself to consider the most important things
that you want your child to learn. You know indispensable life knowledge. Write
them down commit them to memory and try as often as possible to tie these
pieces of information into their lives. Start the messages out very basic and
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when they make sense. And if your kid’s already here it’s okay, you’re no too
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one can say enough about how important it is for a child to know that he or she
is loved, thoroughly and unconditionally. When your tired, angry, happy, or sad
or any other feeling you can muster up. Make sure that you show your child
love. And<span> </span>tell them that you love
them. You can’t just expect them to know. Just because you feed them and clothe
them does not mean you love them, that is a parental responsibility. The
sanitation worker picks up my garbage, but that doesn’t mean he loves me. Now
if he showed up at my door<span> </span>with a
large roll of those really good industrial strength garbage bags and said “Hey,
I Love You! “, then I’d be sure too get the message. Not that you have to bring
your kids gifts to show your love, I just have the hardest time finding good
trash bags.</span></div>
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you want to show your child you care take an interest in their hobbies. You don’t
have to love it , just take interest in it. It will mean a lot to them a forge
communication that will be very important further down the line. Take time with
your kid now or take time in the court house, or E.R., jail, or cemetery later.
The choice is yours.</span></div>
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true. Those little people are watching you. How you walk, how you talk , what
you do and don’t do. They are silently piecing together the puzzle of what life
is about. They are formulating ideas and making decisions based on what they
are exposed to primarily by you. Sure there will be many other influences, but
yours will be the greatest. Because you were there first and you had their
undivided attention the longest.</span></div>
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read right your precious child is not yours rather a very valuable loan. God
has done with you what Harry Winston does on Oscar night with celebrities. You
have been loaned precious cargo. It is expected that that loan be returned in
the best condition possible. In the case of jewelry, it is returned to the
store. In the case of a child, they are returned to the world as adults. You
only get to hold them for a brief period of time, so make that time count.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt;">So you’ve traded in your stilettos for loafers and you’re
your bachelor pad is now a play yard. You have decided to become a parent. Your
idea of fun needs to change.<span> </span>It’s
not really about you now. It’s about that little person. Some kind soul will
occasionally babysit so you can go shower off the drool and kick up your heels
from time to time, but you are now on call 24 hours a day. It gets a little
better as they get older, but it never stops. Make your child a part of your
new idea of fun. You’ll learn to love it, your child will love it and in return
they will love you. Still bored? Learn to play the violin so you can lull the
kid to sleep & have a drink.</span></div>
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in and really commit to this parenthood thing, then maybe this will. THEY ARE
GONNA BLAME YOU!!!!! And people will BELIEVE them!<span> </span>The Giants win the Superbowl. They thank their parents.
Serial killer on death row. They blame their parents. Either way you take the
rap. Wouldn’t you like to stack the deck in favor of a Superbowl win?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">SHE SAYS: </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">HAPPY.
That’s the goal in life right? Everyone just wants to be happy. Sure, we all
have our own ways of searching for it. Some look high and low. Eyes lifted
toward the heaven while feeling under a rock. All for the elusive “Happy”.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">I
am no different. I too am searching for my permanent happy place. I have prayed
about it, cried over it and have even sought the help of a therapist to find my
happy. So far I have caught glimpses of it, brushed past it a time or two, but
still have yet to grab hold of it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">In
therapy we are taught to be present in one’s life. Not to merely drudge through
and survive life, but to live it. To pay attention, to get to truly know
yourself, so that you can figure out what you need and want. Figure out how to
get it and be…happy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Sounds
good right? So, I do all of this stuff. I become present in my own life. I am
the master of my own destiny, the captain of my ship. Things are looking up.
But no matter what I do, or how well things are going there is always an under
current of disgruntlement. Is that a word? If not it should be.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">I
can even in my happiest of moments, still feel the ripple of the stream of
pissed-offedness (okay, I know that’s not a word, but I don’t care) ever
present in my soul.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">So
as a good student of therapy, I decided to be present with this feeling and
explore it. After much thought. I have come to the conclusion that I am NOT
permanently disgruntled. The under current of disgruntlement that I feel is I
think best described as a Spidy Sense of sorts. It’s always tingling because
they are always around. Ever present and too close for comfort. Stupid People.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Stupid
people are the bane of my existence. I can’t stand them, but they always find
me like moths to a flame. Of course there is a perfectly good scientific explanation
for this. Opposites attract, electrons and protons, X and Y-chromosomes. That
sort of thing. But still I loathe stupid people.</span></div>
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scholars of duh as I like to call them, never miss an opportunity to make a
mountain from a mole hill, Kick a sleeping tiger or anything else that remotely
intelligent people know simply cannot end well.</span></div>
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people then will find me and must simply must tell me ALL about it. And usually
more than once. That’s pretty much when I stop being Spider man and I turn into
the Hulk. “Hulk Smash Stupid People”</span></div>
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under current becomes a tsunami and I turn green, grow to be 10 feet tall and
start smashing things.. Well, not really, but I want to.</span></div>
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THAT is the reason I am always ready to give a side eye, or tell someone where
to stick it. Much like Peter Parker or David Banner, I just have to learn to
live with my disorder.</span></div>
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this handicap, I WILL find my happy place. And when I do, I’ll surround it with
a moat full of hungry gators, a 20-foot barb wire electrified fence and have
several killer porcupines roaming the property. I will have a shotgun by my
door and the welcome mat will say “Stupid People Shot Here”. Hopefully the
stupid people won’t get that far, but let’s face it. The one thing stupid
people have going for them is they are oblivious to pain and thus very
resilient.</span></div>
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if you are not stupid, just call ahead and I’ll feed the gators, drop the
bridge, open the fence and tell the porcupines to stand down. I’ll bake a pie
and we can have a nice little visit. </span></div>
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um, don’t worry about the tiger sleeping on the couch. He only eats stupid
people. You wanna wake him up?... Just checking. Because my Spidy senses are
beginning to tingle.</span></div>
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Texas,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18pt;">I
recently read that the man who beat the guy who molested his baby girl to death
in you state will face no charges. You go, Texas! You got that one spot on
right.</span></div>
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know Texas, now that I think about it. I kinda like you. I hear the stars at
night are big and bright down there.
You’ve, got great barbecue, cost of living is far cheaper than New York
and I actually like line dancing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18pt;">It’s
too bad you hate Black people. I mean the whole country hates Black people, but
you take it to a whole other level. May I ask why? I mean do you just hate us
because all of the people before you did?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18pt;">There
is so much I like about you Texas. Your weather is warm, your accent is sexy
and so are your men. Texas you would be perfect if it weren’t for that whole hating
Black people thing. Hey if you want to hate certain Black people, I’m all for
that. I have a list myself. How
about we compare lists and wherever they cross we can agree that if those folk
cross your border you can shoot them. Would that work for you Texas?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18pt;">I
really admire the fact that if you kill 15 people in Texas, Texas kills you and
Fast! I really like that you schedule church services around football. Why
wouldn’t Jesus be a Dallas Cowboys fan? In by 10, out by 12. Football kicks off
at one. Touch down for the Lord!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18pt;">Don’t
you see Texas? If you could just get over that whole hating my people thing we
could make beautiful Country music together. Alas I’ve gone on too long and I
don’t want to seem desperate, but if you ever get over your little problem,
call me. I’d love to come and stay for a spell. Just think it over.</span></div>
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Black
Girl from Brooklyn</span></div>BrooklynPointOfViewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13991946275522817526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074552789796535829.post-65674359596268587702012-06-21T15:38:00.001-04:002012-06-22T12:59:43.705-04:00Recognize A Good ManHE SAYS: <br />
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I wrote this a long time ago, and when cleaning up files on my computer, I thought I'd share. Hope you enjoy.<br />
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I’m your father, your brother, your lover, your friend.<br />
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I’m the one that changed your diapers. I was the guest of honor at your “tea parties.” I read to you until the Sandman called your name, and when he did, I laid you on my chest. You listened to my heart beat until you finally started to dream. I kissed your boo-boos when you got hurt, I gave you pow-pows when you were bad, and I hugged you every step of the way so that you knew I loved you. I’m a Man. I’m a Good Man. And it’s time for you to recognize.<br />
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I let you drive my car without me in it to other cities and states. I gave you my beaters and T-Shirts when you wanted to be a Tom Boy and your mother wouldn’t buy you any new clothes. I was the brotha you called when your man did you dirty, and I was the n!gga that would have handled it for you if you let me. I slept on my couch while you slept in my bed when you had nowhere to go. I bought you your first beer, wine, and liquor. I taught you the game. When I was younger, I warned you about dating men like me, and when you didn’t listen, I was there for you when you cried. I shared inside jokes with you. I let you tag along anywhere I went. I’m a Man. I’m a Good Man. And it’s time for you to recognize.<br />
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I always open the door for you; the door to the restaurant, the door to the house, the door to the car; and I don’t get mad when you fail the “Bronx Tale door test.” I run you a bath when I know you’ve had a hard day. I massage your entire body. I kiss you and tell you how much I love you for no reason, except that it’s true. I support your dreams. I am willing to change my life so that it matches what you want yours to be. I put you first. When you are sick, I take sick days just to take care of you; when those run out I take vacation. When they tell me to go back to work or else, I won’t move until you tell me it’s ok. I go down on you until my tongue goes numb. I make love to you with every inch of me. You excite me so much sometimes I can’t control it. I take you places I never thought about going just because you want to go, and I love having you on my arm. I mop the floor, change your oil, vacuum the carpet, and walk the dog. I let you shine the way God wanted you to. I spend time with you even when I can’t spend money. I always push you to be better. I tell you that you’re perfect just the way you are. I’m a Man. I’m a Good Man. And it’s time for you to recognize.<br />
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I remember when I sat and listened to you for hours in my car, crying because you thought you might not ever be able to do “this.” I was there for you when you thought “that” could never happen. I told you what I thought and kept my mouth shut, depending on what you needed at the time. When you thought you could never have children I was there to console you. When you got pregnant, I bought you groceries, I sat with you, and you said my voice was the only one that could calm you and your stomach down – and the baby wasn’t even mine. I partied with you on your birthday. I was so proud of you on your graduation that people thought I was the one that graduated. I kept in contact with you when I moved 600 miles away, and we spoke regularly. When I hadn’t seen or spoken to you in almost 10 years I still confided in you, and we picked up right where we left off. When you were in another country you found me, called and emailed me, and I celebrated. I meet your boyfriends because you wanted my seal of approval. We spent Christmas together when I couldn’t go see my parents. You bought me a “Boondocks” T-Shirt. I stopped you from making a huge mistake, and you kept dancing with me so I didn’t get into a fight at the club. I slept on your floor. You kept me up while we talked all night. I took you to the best strip club ever. I didn’t trip when you tried to date my boy and you knew I had a crush on you. I taught you how to play Spades, Tonk, and Spit. I consoled you when you wanted to move to Cuba to run away from your problems. I was there when you got pregnant. I was there when you had an abortion. I was there when you tried to get right with God and thought you had a VD. I celebrated with you when you finally went from a B-Cup to a C-Cup. I was happy for you when you finally got a booty. I’ve always been there and I always will, because I’m a Man. I’m a Good Man. And it’s time for you to recognize.<br />
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No, I’m far from perfect. I’ve let you down more times than I can even recall. For that I am sorry. When you called and I didn’t answer, when you came to me and I didn’t know what to say, when I didn’t have the answer to your problem, when even the sound of my voice upset you, I am sorry. I hope you forgive me. But when those time come again, and I’m sure they will, I hope you remember everything else I’ve done. As your father; as your brother; as your lover; as your friend, I love you, and I always will. Tell me about the good things I’ve done in your life, don’t just criticize me for the bad. Remind me without coercion so that I know my labor is not in vain. But know this: Whether you tell me or not, whether you reciprocate or not, whether you acknowledge or not, I will continue to be the best I can for you. Why? Because I’m a Man. I’m a Good Man. And I can only HOPE that you recognize.<br />
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Peace and RespectBrooklynPointOfViewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13991946275522817526noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074552789796535829.post-64466946270511090972012-06-15T14:56:00.000-04:002012-06-22T13:00:10.711-04:00Ladies: It's You, Not HimHE SAYS: <br />
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Two very good female friends of mine had some serious relationship issues recently, and they decided to call me for advice. Their actual problems don't matter, but their conclusion does: "I am going to be single forever! Nobody wants me, and the ones that do, suck!"</div>
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A brief history of these two is in order. One of these ladies I met in 2002 at 3-day long festival. I was with one of my boys and he wanted to talk to her friend. Being the perfect wingman that I am, I went over with him. The lady I spoke to, let's call her "Tasha," was a tall, dark-skinned, gorgeous young lady. We shot the breeze, exchanged numbers, and kept in contact quite often. No lie, I started to develop feelings for her and even told her so, but she lived far away and didn't want to do the whole "long distance" thing. It turns out that we were just meant to be friends, so I'm actually glad things didn't go any further, but she really is a great woman whom I admire and respect a whole lot. She is now in a relationship with a guy that I think is a really great fit for her, but certain circumstances make it seem like it won't last. It's not Tasha's fault, and it's not her man's fault... Actually it's a bunch of bullsht why they may have to separate, but sometimes life just does it that way.</div>
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The other lady, "Amanda," has been in a series of "relationships" with guys that are way more similar than different. For the most part, they have similar jobs, interests, looks, hair styles, and dispositions. None of them have worked. I met her, yet again, when another friend was trying to holla. He wanted to make himself look good, so I played the "bad cop" role. The two wound up talking for a little bit, but nothing ever became of it. However, since the summer of 2001, when I met her, we've been great friends. Her entire family loves me. Her little cousin even calls me her big brother. Amanda is gorgeous, artistic, and has a genuine love for life. Recently, she told me that, years ago, she thought about asking me if we should date, but decided against it because she knew that it wouldn't work because of how different we are.</div>
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Why did I give you this information? Simple. Both of these women would be GREAT catches for anyone, but for some reason, they keep falling into the same trap, and they resort to their previous conclusion that solitude is the life that chose them because no "good guy" likes them.</div>
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I know I've put on QUITE A FEW extra pounds since the Army. I'm not the smartest, best looking, richest, guy out there. But I know I'm a good one.While Tasha and I were not meant to be, it was because of distance that we didn't give it a shot... Which was her choice. The problem she and her man are facing now is a completely different matter, yet one that still shows that good guys do like her and there is still a good chance that she will have the happiness she deserves. Amanda has the same problem. It's not that she can't get the right guys. She CHOOSES the wrong guys based on her own perceptions.</div>
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Ladies, if you're actually a good one, there is a good guy out there for you, without compromising your standards. Start looking at the choices you make and with whom you make them... And maybe then you will have a better understanding of why you keep ending up with the same men or in the same situations.</div>
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Peace and Respect</div>BrooklynPointOfViewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13991946275522817526noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074552789796535829.post-70896883924396789432012-05-31T13:44:00.001-04:002012-06-22T13:00:54.165-04:00I'm A Yankee Fan Because Channel 9 Cancelled Knight Rider!HE SAYS:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I recently watched “Freakonomics” for the third time
recently. In a segment of the documentary, they explore the possibility that
the predicted “Super-Criminals” of the 1990s never appeared because of the Roe
v. Wade decision. In essence, the documentary argues that by giving people the
opportunity to choose when they wanted to have children instead of forcing them
to, parents were more ready to take care of the children they had. This, in
turn, led to better care for the children that were born, and a lesser chance
that those children would partake of criminal activities. The documentary sites
countries where the exact opposite was done, and how those countries suffered
higher poverty and crime rates 18-25 years after the mandatory boom in their
population (18-25 years being important because those are the ages where most
people are most susceptible to committing crimes). Most people wouldn’t see the
connection between abortion legality and crime rates. The filmmakers did.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Am I saying that I agree with their theory? Not
necessarily. Am I saying that it deserves to be looked at more? Absolutely.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Let’s look at a more trivial example from my personal
life. I’m born and raised in Brooklyn, New York. In baseball, I have two
choices when rooting for the home team: the Yankees, and the Mets. I am a
Yankee fan. But how did I make that choice?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Is it because of the Yankees’ 27 World Championships? Not
at all. Is it my proximity to Yankee Stadium? Actually, I’ve always lived
closer to Shea (and now Citi Field). So if it has nothing to with winning
streaks or proximity, then why did I choose to be a Yankee fan? Simply put, I’m
a Yankee fan because WWOR-TV, New York’s Channel 9, cancelled “Knight Rider.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">When I was a kid, I used to go to my grandmother’s house
almost every Saturday. She and I would watch my favorite show, “Knight Rider”
on Channel 9 together. Afterwards we would hang out. First the “A-Team” would
come on, then the Mets game. Subsequently, growing up I always watched the
Mets. I learned about the game and rooted for them during those years, but most
of my attention was on hanging out with my grandmother.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">While I was still a kid, they cancelled “Knight Rider,”
and I really didn’t watch channel 9 anymore while I was at my grandmother’s
house, and the Mets just slipped away. Around the same time, during the week I
started watching WPIX-TV, Channel 11, after school. They showed “Saved By the
Bell” (don’t judge me) and other stupid-yet-funny shows that were good
background noise, and then Yankee games. Hence, I started watching Yankee
games. I don’t watch Channel 11 anymore, but the Yankees were the team I
followed for years by the time I stopped. They were the last baseball team I
paid any attention to or had any interest in. I’m not saying I would have been
a Mets fan, but by the time I decided to be a Yankee fan, I hadn’t seen a Mets
game in years – all because “Knight Rider” was no longer on television.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I know, sounds crazy or trivial or or far-fetched, right?
But let’s think about it for a moment. Is your favorite color your favorite
color because of its vibrancy (or lack thereof), or because of the feeling you
get or a memory? Do you love your favorite song because of its composition, its
lyrics, or because you associate it with something? If someone you care about
was murdered in cold blood, senselessly, while you were listening to that song,
would it still be your favorite song? Would the composition matter at that
point?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">My point is there are always underlying factors in
everything we see and do and feel. When looking for motivations or answers, we
should not solely look at the direct correlation. The filmmakers of
“Freakonomics” may very well be wrong, but tougher jail sentencing and more
creative police work are – in my opinion – only marginally more important for
the drop in crime rates than vibrancy is in someone choosing their favorite
color.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">In “The Tipping Point,” Malcolm Gladwell argues that a
significant reason why crime dropped in New York City is because the city
cleaned up and repainted the Subway system. It no longer looked like a place
where crime could run rampant – looking more like a place where crime would be
punished - and so people on the fence about whether to commit a crime or not
decided not to do so. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">So whether abortions or a coat of paint are responsible
for drops in criminal activities, my point remains. Life is not a mathematical
equation, and if it is, it’s a complex one. They say the shortest route between
two points is a straight line. On a sheet of paper that might be true, however,
on a globe the shortest route between two points is a curved line. The latter
is more like life and cause-and-effect scenarios. We must deviate slightly from
the accepted path in order to find the truth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.” Matthew 7:14</span><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Peace and Respect.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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