Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Thursday, February 27, 2014
If you are in your 30’s r 40’s, before you form your raggedy mouth to say you hate your dad, whom without your ungrateful, monkey a** wouldn’t be here, ask your mother why did she agree to collaborate with the federal government in its efforts to destroy the Black family, and by extension the Black community, by accepting the “You cannot have a man around the household” mandates coming from racists proponents of this system. Before you form your mouth to say “F**k my daddy” again, ask that conniving woman you call your mother why did she force your daddy to stay away from you and your siblings while you were growing up. Ask her were the food stamps worth raising children without a father in their lives. Before saying f**k your dad, you might want to say f**k yourself for remaining to be the soft, out of tune being your mother raised you to be. Get your facts together before you decide to curse one of your parents. It wasn’t a man’s fault when it was the women who were being told and controlled by a government that never gave a f**k about them. What did you expect your father to do after being told the police would be called on him if he came around trying to see you again?
Get your mind right!
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Friday, January 3, 2014
A FB post I read about being Georgia born conjured up a sense of nostalgia. Growing up as a kid in the ‘80’s and ‘90’s, Yes! We did go out and get dirty and didn’t care. [Laugh because some of you know what I’m talking about.] Growing up with wanted to be men. Being inside the house was the absolute last thing we wanted to do. There was too much to do outside, who wanted to be cooped up inside? Growing up with wanted to be men. In my formative years I received several “whuppings” for disobeying curfews.
But back to growing up. Nearly everyone I knew wanted to play Wildcat football, with NFL or NBA dreams. We played “sandlot football.” No pads. No helmet. And sometimes no rules. Brutality before concussions and turf toe. And we survived. We couldn’t drive so we rode bikes everywhere. And we did this before it was required by federal law to wear a helmet, too! We were daredevils, too. We jumped them, raced them, fixed them…
And basketball? We would start a basketball game at 9:00 AM, and wouldn’t finish playing until right after the streetlights came on. It was funny. All of us tough guys started breaking out towards home when the streetlights came on! It was a life or death situation if you had to be looked for after the lights came on!
Yeah. We got dirty as kids. Had to get dirty to shoot marbles, unless you couldn’t shoot. With the exception of a few people, growing up we were more of a danger to ourselves (Broken leg from jumping a “ramp,” broken jaw from football and etc.) than to anyone else. Sure we played video games. Loved video games. However, a street football game would always win out over video games. We played video games when we had to be in the house. Those were the good days.
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Based on my everyday interactions and conversations with certain people, it appears that I am the only one who realizes that people are dying right now left and right, daily. In the end the Word says there will be those with a seal over their hearts and ears….