10.27.2015

What Does Not Kill You...

The police are brutalizing black women and children. They are killing young black men. This is a symptom of a terrible disease that this country has, and has always had. The disease is like a secret among the denizens of the country. Everyone pretends that the disease does not exist. Very few people are willing to admit that the 'land of the free' isn't. First of all, you are penalized for it. "Everyone has an equal opportunity," screams the masses. "Everyone is treated the same," they cry from their bogus decrees written hundred of years ago. Degrees that were lies even then. 

A 'race-baiter' is a person that cries about the racism in this country. I study these things because they are interesting and because they concern me personally. I'm not sure when the term race baiter was coined but I've had it thrown in my face several times in debates on the internet when it's just me and some person going at it about the state of affairs in America. I deal with reality and race-baiter does not fit into my reality. There is no such creature. There is just the racism. The people who benefit in totality from the racism and the victims of the racism, who are often quieted by this term: race-baiter. There's also the 'race-card'. The race card is the card in the deck of life that is played by someone seeking to blame others for their problems. 

Words are like magic, particularly for me. I know their power and effect. The fact that the two terms mentioned above even exist is ridiculous. People using those terms against me in relatively civilized argumentation even more so. Another thing is the way the word racism is used now. It has been downplayed into something that it isn't. It has been made less. A black man who says something negative about white people is a racist now. Racism implies power. A powerless person can not be racist. In order to be racist a person has to be able to deny you a job, beat you without paying any price, rape you without paying any price, kill you without paying any price. 

I've heard all kinds of fuckery, really. Senseless Cat-In-The-Hat type things while dealing with some of the people I purposely put myself in contact with. Everything's a learning experience for me. I don't shy away from it. My goal, over all, is to understand the things life throws at me in a constant, unending barrage. I watch the the truth being twisted, serpentine, like a snake. I watch lies become truths with time. The world's so full of shit, it's eyes are brown like mine. 

In the very rudiments of the English language, everything bad is dark and black and everything good is light and white. I use those words everyday to describe things and I rarely take the time to consider what I am saying, what is being said to me, and the message that is being sent out to the world, consciousness by consciousness, via the simple little things that are said to other people. 

Things that start with words spoken into consciousness become the violence we are seeing today. When grown men attack little girls and beat them without thought or pity for the fact that these are, first of all, children, and secondly female children, we have a fucking problem. A bombing little girls in churches type problem. And unequal education system type problem. A lynching, white sheet under the cover of darkness, cross burning type problem. A terrible, dragging the country down, destroying the world soul by soul type problem. 

There is always a price to pay for everything. I had to learn this the very hard way. I think everyone does. Nothing good is ever free. If one, for example, is benefiting by fucking over others for fun and profit, the simple FACT is, there's a cost for that too. Everybody pays in one way or another. This is the way we've set up the world, and if we didn't set it up, we allow it, we go along with it. We contribute. BUT, if you can watch your television at night, at home with your family and see a little girl get the living shit beat out of her by some grown as man with a badge and justify that shit in your mind in ANY WAY... YOU have a problem. If you can watch a man get shot in the head for simple non-compliance ... YOU have a problem. If killing a twelve-year-old boy for playing with an easily purchased dollar store toy in a public park is okay with you ... YOU have a problem. 

HOW DO WE CORRECT THIS PROBLEM?

The first step in correcting the problem is to stop pretending like it doesn't exist. 

WHY SHOULD I CARE? THE PROBLEM DOESN'T AFFECT ME.

The problem affects everyone. You are an asshole because of the problem. You condone the beating and murder of children in a compliant way. You allow the problem to exist. 

One world. One people, motherfuckers. What's so hard about that? Put the fucking box of Crayolas down for a minute and pick up a fucking book. Not an e-book either, an actual fucking book. About something important, like the mass extinction of the human race color by motherfucking color. It'll be aptly titled: What Fuck-Tards do with Absolute Power by Raquel Taylor

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I've heard stories that people who have filmed the police during the commission of some of these crimes have gone to jail for filming. I'm not sure if this is true, and I haven't looked it up because this is MY blog and I'll say what I want here. If this is true, then how in the world did dumb ass America let something like that happen? 

As the world spirals into absolute chaos, I bet every ONE of you dumb sons-of-bitches can tell me exactly how big Kim K's ass is and the exact amount of booty sweat she had on the fucker the night before last. 

What a bunch of dangerous, murderous shit for brains ... with nukes. 

Holy fuck. 

(Nothing against Kim K, btw. I respect that bitch's grind.)


And now, a little Tre Melvin ... to lighten to mood...



8.08.2015

And now, after the break...

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Do you 
Breathe the name
Of your savior 
In your hour of need

And taste the pain
If the flavor
Should remind you of greed

Of implication
Insinuation
And Ill will
Till you 
can not lie still

In all this turmoil 
Before red cape 
And foil
Come closing in 
for the kill...



8.06.2015

RED RUM (worth blogging about...sorta)

I usually keep my mouth closed when one of these companies I used to work for closes. I chalk about 99 percent of my experiences up to racism. I could be wrong there, or right there, but I think I'm more right than wrong, ultimately. For me, it doesn't really matter. Such is the way of the fucking world. And, while the world is wrong, it's been wrong for a long time and it seems to like being wrong. Who am I to fuck with that? Talking about it to the racists fucks that condone this type of shit isn't going to make them less prone to treating me like some kind of alien because I don't subscribe to the rules. 

While I take no real satisfaction in the closing of Red Rose Publishing, while I feel no vindication, or anything else for that matter in the company's demise, I have to say this is like the fiftieth of these motherfuckers that has shut down in this way since I've been half-assed paying attention. What in fucking THOR'S name is so damn hard about doing your job and running your company like a human being? I personally think that more money could be made by running the fucking thing RIGHT than WRONG. It almost seems like some of these assholes set these things up in order to break fragile hearts than to actually make money. The company should be named: Let Me Fuck You Over Publishing, instead of whatever the 'boss' chooses to actually call the thing. THIS...

...is if you eliminate the racism.

I'm sure that some money is made off these ... I'm going to call them ... pyramid schemes. A quick buck sucking the blood out of everyone's cock until author's pull those fleshy bits out of the 'boss's' greedy mouth. Or the whole thing shuts down because said cock gobbling bitch won't spare a drop of stray cum for anyone else. Hello? Someone's got to hold all those asses up, whore, so you can get your mouth right, you know? Otherwise, it all comes tumbling down. Common sense. DURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR....

Nothing's ever done about this either. Everyone just kind of acknowledges that they got ass fucked and moves on to 'hopefully' greener pastures. 

Fascinating...


(oh and if i'm wrong and so and so isn't closed cause so and so and whatever. i only pay so much attention -- caught it as a side thing -- and have no fucks to give either way ---)

...speaking of fucks to give...



What a beautiful 
Sexy Night
What a shame if someone
Would try to mess this up right now
Look around
I mean I hear
Everything you're saying
But
To be honest with you
I don't 
Give a
FUCK
dude...



8.02.2015

Beautiful

My mind is a Warrior
My heart is a foreigner
My eyes are the color
of red
like a sun set
I'll never keep it bottled up
Or left to the hands of the coroner
Be a true heart
Not a follower
We're 
Not 
Done 
Yet...

I see it in your movements 
Tonight
If we should ever
Do this right
I'm never gonna let 
you down
Oh, I'll never let you down...


7.21.2015

Dreaming Blue

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Last night 
I had this dream 
about you
In this dream
I'm dancing right 
beside you

 It looked 
like everyone 
was having fun
That kind of feeling
I've waited so 
long

Don't stop
Come a little closer
As we jam
The rhythm gets stronger

There's nothing wrong
With just a little
little fun

We were dancing 
All night long...





7.04.2015

The Sweetest Goodbye



... How does it feel to know
You'll never have to be alone
When you get home
There must be someplace here
That only you and I could know
So I can show you 
How
I ...

... feel.



Love wins.

5.14.2015

Goodbye Boondocks

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I am the stone that the builder refused...


Because I don't pay attention to ... well ... anything, I missed the part where The Boondocks was ... altered. I watched the fourth season but it left me cold. I didn't laugh as much as I used to or think as much as I used to. I turned it off and was pretty ambivalent about it. Funny thing was, I didn't particularly think anything was wrong with it, I just didn't think--NOTICEABLY-- much of it. I pretty much thought that dude had a meh kinda season and hoped for the best later or whatever. 

I found that this was not the case a few minutes ago. The man's show was stolen and squashed just like every other good thing. Aaron McGruder had beautiful characters--those boys were lovely. They had important things to say and they were welcoming and inviting into their world. I loved them. Yes, Riley thought everything was gay, but he was a kid and I forgave him for that little piece of stupidity that I see echoed everywhere anyway. At least he stood for not being a complete moron, a little testament to the stupid way that people can think and a nudge at correcting that line of thinking. Huey was noble as hell and determined and good and a domestic fawkin' terrorist. He made my days better for it. Ten years old and he read books and thought thoughts that didn't have anything to do with drugs, cash and big booty bitches. 

I am sad today, which is why I opened this raggedy ass thing back up and decided to rant upon it for a minute or two. This is the 'lamenting of the women' that Conan the Barbarian was talking about. I feel a great sense of loss. 

I'm pretty late with this but I was bothered by the general consensus when it came to thoughts on why this wonderful show was shut down like it was. A lot of people said that McGruder sold out, and, maybe he did. It's impossible to move in this world without selling out. It's just the way it is. Some of the things that he said make his selling out unlikely to me. He seems more sad than anything from the slight vibe I got out of reading some of his posts when this happened. But it doesn't matter how he feels or what really happened. The fact of the matter is, the marvelous show is gone. What's left of it is a joke just like most of the other stuff that is shoved down our throats through our eye sockets. And nothing will be done about it. 

Creativity squashed and stolen is normal for America. I found this out the very hard way. On a personal level, I don't mind so much. As long as there is an internet, I can write my little psycho pornos and please those that will read them. However, there is a greater, less personal, and more WORLD kind of problem. Beautiful things are killed if the message isn't right. They are altered and changed and they pretend to be decent but they are usually some kind of mockery. Those are the things that are promoted. And when someone comes along that wants to do something beautiful they are forced into a box and killed off or altered in some way so that the beauty that would shine from them is... considerably less.

And no one does a fucking thing about it. CAN'T. And it is kept that way. Carefully maintained like a garden full of poisonous flowers. Every time something beautiful and meaningful grows -- chop it down. So, unlike others, it doesn't matter to me if McGruder sold out of not (doubt it tho). The problem is the insane NEED that exists to destroy every beautiful thing, to cheapen it, and drag it down.

Thank goodness I've learned to go elsewhere to get my entertainment these days. I'm tired of being spoonfed the same ratchet shit over and over and over with a shiny new cover, by untalented puppets feeding off the Satan-I-don't-believe-In's milky STD infected Teat ...



R.I.P
Boondocks ...






This blog is closed. mofo's.

This bitch was murdered.

Ringalinga.