...Wait a minute....it's Aug 2012 and there isn't an Act or Law in effect that mandates implanted barcoding on humans yet? I was sure some major hip hop artist or pop star would've had their child implanted by now and the world (of followers) would soon...well, .....follow.
BUT -Oh...that's right. There's no need.
Our cell phones & social media connections is a tell all book.
Plus, modern day metal detectors and body scans at the airports wouldn't know what to make of this new sophisticated and highly advanced nano-technological tracking device embedded in our skin.
Side Note: As of now the government takes about 48% of your purchase towards an airline ticket to cover fuel charges
Fuel charge? FUEL CHARGE?
What's that?
Since when do I have to pay for the gas? This isn't a fooken rental car!
Hasn't someone figured it out yet on how to combine salt water, plastic and pollution into fuel for airplanes and cars?
I just dont want to pay for fuel charges.
I heard spirit airlines doesn't charge.
I'm sooooo on it.
OK...I got off the subject.
Now.....About those piercing and tattoos.....
I imagine it to be very difficult to become a hollywood celebrity unless you have one or the other.
However if you have both, I'm sure you're on your way to becoming a really big celebrity pop-star-con!
....Or rock star. Or rapper. Or basketball player. Or football player.
Let's face it. You are not cool unless you have one or the other. And only then, your entire body must be covered in them. But it wasn't not too long ago that really bad guys, evil convicts, billy-bad-ass motorcycle riders, and armed service dudes were the only ones sporting the tats?
And dont get me started on black celebrities and tats!....that's definitely another worthy blog.
Funny. I recall the days of Berkeley. Early 90's.
Rich kids from the hills, who could afford to color their hair funky colors everyday and get tattoos, piercing and shopped at Hot Topics(my favorite store)...would shun their parents and hang out downtown on Telegraph Ave to panhandle students for money.
Often they would be very honest on why they needed the money.
"For Drugs" ...one guy said to me.
He was serious.
So I said "A dollar is gonna get you drugs?"
He said "Well when I add it to my other dollars it adds up really quick"
So I said "No!...I'm not giving you shi*! Go ask mommy & dad-dee!!"
He said "Ok, next time bro. HEY...I'll share!"
I was 23 at the time.
What did I know.
I knew I wasn't given this hippy a dollar of my hard earned cash.....even if it was made from trees.
And I like hippies. They're cool. The old ones that is.
But the yahoos nowadays with all the tats...it's beyond a fad. It's permanent. And I have friends who have them. I dont get it. Doesn't make me not want to be their friends anymore. I just dont get it.
I once dated a girl whose back was covered with one that was of a indian sex goddess with 6 arms or some shi* like that. It freaked me out at first. She said she'd gotten when she was a teenager. Eventually I got over it. But doggy-style was weird. Swear the face of the goddess chick on her back winked at me a couple of times.
So fooken Weird!
Anyways....you best believe the doc who invented the tattoo removal process is paid....but he'd better get out the business soon...because the side affects haven't been given enough time to undergo extensive studies and treatments. Trust me. Or not.
Soon to be, one of those Attorney "we wanna sue somebody just for you" commercial ads just for the general fall out of the removal process. Or let's see what celebrity will die from the process...that's sure to light a fire.
Watch.
AND Guess who'll be on top of that list?
If you guessed right....
HIGH Profile Celebs and black people who got tattooed at tattooing parties in atlanta by mookie and milan who just got out of jail..... 7 days ago.
My grandfather and cousin warned against tats and holes many years ago.
Said it was forbidden within our bloodline as this is how they distinguished slaves back in the days.
Only... they didn't use ink.
For that reason alone, I'm cool.
I've had my ears pierced on both sides since I was 16.
It was a bet with me & my cousin....
While hanging in Berkeley....
With the hippies....
BUT...
That's far as it will ever go.
My thing is ...noboby seems to be worried about the long term health effects that can be associated with that of tats and holes everywhere.
Maybe they scared of the truth. Asleep at the wheel.
Drooling & shi*!
I heard....the truth will EVOLVE yo ass.
Now Imagine that.
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Friday, August 24, 2012
Premium Rush: The More THEY fear, the more We CONTROL...
Uhhh ummmm! I'm not gonna run on about this too much
As the message this blog is pretty clear: The More They Fear The More We Control....
Oh, there's actually more to that message that I omitted because I want to you read the rest of my blog so you'll get what I'm attempting to convey...
However that may go. Because I just type...I never preview or change my blogs.
Even though I've just started.
Anyways...
So Im finishing up a couple of chili & habanero sausages (so good!) and King of the Hill is showing right now. It's basically background noise to drown out my neighbors annoying barking dogs. Though King of the Hill is funny as hell, dont get me wrong. But this is why I stop watching television all together.
Noooo! Not because of King of the Hill.
But for the subliminal messages that get into your mind in over a 120 second commercial break.
I was being nice. Commercials I believe are much longer!
I remember catching a glimpse of a billboard that was attached to the side of a bus as I await the light to change.
It's of a guy on a bike and the words across the photo says Premium Rush.
I think to myself. GREAT!...
Since biking has become so popular in So Cal and throughout the world I imagined the fear mangling execs coming up with "a great idea" to make a bike movie....just as they did with Tom Hanks in the scooter movie a couple months ago. Not that Tom Hanks movie was fear mangling, but that they were attempting to capture an audience to increase the sales and riding of motor scooters.
They were 2 years too late. I got mine after the caddy shut down on me. But another story.
On with this one.
SO.....since I've been in rooms with ad execs at one point in my life, I imagined the discussions & pow-wows for a bike movie in a room of ad & movie execs probably going something like this:
"(one guy) Check this out guys. I got it. I know...let's do a suspenseful, edge of your seat, fear induced movie about guys and bicycles!!"
(Other guy)Yeahhhh! Yeaaaahhhh! Ya know, that's a really great idea.
(one chick with that stupid valley girl accent where the words are spoken when the pitch goes up and down on words as if she was running out of breathe to get a bunch of b.s. out of her brain)Yeah because people need to know how dangerous it is to ride bikes downtown...especially when there's cars on the road. I really hate that. This will show'em!
(Token black guy) Great idea for a movie but it cant just be about bikes! Why not throw some gangter shi* into the mix! Naww mean. I-mean-like.... he roll'n...and people after him and sh**!...Nawww mean!??!
(older white guy) Oh-Oh-OH yeah...Yeah Token black guy in the room!...like uhhhhh.... he's trying to deliver a package... something from one end of the city to the other!! Yeah!
(the guy) YES. This is our next project. Get us a fresh face for this one. But not too fresh. Somebody that's just been in a hit blockbuster. That way folks will go out to see this guy again in another movie, because they want more of him!
(the chick) YUP!...I know jus the kid. Yo Johnny! What's the kid from the batman movie!? Ya know the one who's gonna play the new robin?
(big chick with attitude) OH YEAH!!...That's Genius! 2 movies in one summer! We get'n paid for this one for sure! I'll make the call.
(the guy) Yeahhh...Yeahhhh...Yeahhhh!! FEAR!! That's what people need more of...is FEAR. People love to FEAR. How did that Battle L.A. movie do? DO you think it did the trick?
(Token black guy mean mugs the guy) Oh yeah it did the trick alright. Unfortunately black people didn't go see it. So you gonna have to try something else. I told you we tough. Aint scared of the funky-tail devil!
(the guy) Ohhhhhhhhhh!!! Now there's a thought. The Devil! Let's do a remake!
(the chick) Of what? We killed Chucky, Freddy, Jason, Hanibal! How many times can we reinvent the Devil?!
(the other guy, the one who hasn't spoken since he declared "the great idea") Ummm what about Carrie?
(guy) Carrie like with all the blood and revenge on the school Carrie??
(the chick) YEAH,That Carrie! PERFECT!! On it....Done! Johnny.....I need ya to make another call! We aiming to scare the holy shit out of people ...AGAIN!!!
the end.
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So...there you have it.
Well, that's just my wild imagination.
But I'm sure it's not too far from the truth.
The More THEY Fear, The more WE Control Their Minds.
The More We Control their minds, The less they have a chance to EVOLVE!
hm!
As the message this blog is pretty clear: The More They Fear The More We Control....
Oh, there's actually more to that message that I omitted because I want to you read the rest of my blog so you'll get what I'm attempting to convey...
However that may go. Because I just type...I never preview or change my blogs.
Even though I've just started.
Anyways...
So Im finishing up a couple of chili & habanero sausages (so good!) and King of the Hill is showing right now. It's basically background noise to drown out my neighbors annoying barking dogs. Though King of the Hill is funny as hell, dont get me wrong. But this is why I stop watching television all together.
Noooo! Not because of King of the Hill.
But for the subliminal messages that get into your mind in over a 120 second commercial break.
I was being nice. Commercials I believe are much longer!
I remember catching a glimpse of a billboard that was attached to the side of a bus as I await the light to change.
It's of a guy on a bike and the words across the photo says Premium Rush.
I think to myself. GREAT!...
Since biking has become so popular in So Cal and throughout the world I imagined the fear mangling execs coming up with "a great idea" to make a bike movie....just as they did with Tom Hanks in the scooter movie a couple months ago. Not that Tom Hanks movie was fear mangling, but that they were attempting to capture an audience to increase the sales and riding of motor scooters.
They were 2 years too late. I got mine after the caddy shut down on me. But another story.
On with this one.
SO.....since I've been in rooms with ad execs at one point in my life, I imagined the discussions & pow-wows for a bike movie in a room of ad & movie execs probably going something like this:
"(one guy) Check this out guys. I got it. I know...let's do a suspenseful, edge of your seat, fear induced movie about guys and bicycles!!"
(Other guy)Yeahhhh! Yeaaaahhhh! Ya know, that's a really great idea.
(one chick with that stupid valley girl accent where the words are spoken when the pitch goes up and down on words as if she was running out of breathe to get a bunch of b.s. out of her brain)Yeah because people need to know how dangerous it is to ride bikes downtown...especially when there's cars on the road. I really hate that. This will show'em!
(Token black guy) Great idea for a movie but it cant just be about bikes! Why not throw some gangter shi* into the mix! Naww mean. I-mean-like.... he roll'n...and people after him and sh**!...Nawww mean!??!
(older white guy) Oh-Oh-OH yeah...Yeah Token black guy in the room!...like uhhhhh.... he's trying to deliver a package... something from one end of the city to the other!! Yeah!
(the guy) YES. This is our next project. Get us a fresh face for this one. But not too fresh. Somebody that's just been in a hit blockbuster. That way folks will go out to see this guy again in another movie, because they want more of him!
(the chick) YUP!...I know jus the kid. Yo Johnny! What's the kid from the batman movie!? Ya know the one who's gonna play the new robin?
(big chick with attitude) OH YEAH!!...That's Genius! 2 movies in one summer! We get'n paid for this one for sure! I'll make the call.
(the guy) Yeahhh...Yeahhhh...Yeahhhh!! FEAR!! That's what people need more of...is FEAR. People love to FEAR. How did that Battle L.A. movie do? DO you think it did the trick?
(Token black guy mean mugs the guy) Oh yeah it did the trick alright. Unfortunately black people didn't go see it. So you gonna have to try something else. I told you we tough. Aint scared of the funky-tail devil!
(the guy) Ohhhhhhhhhh!!! Now there's a thought. The Devil! Let's do a remake!
(the chick) Of what? We killed Chucky, Freddy, Jason, Hanibal! How many times can we reinvent the Devil?!
(the other guy, the one who hasn't spoken since he declared "the great idea") Ummm what about Carrie?
(guy) Carrie like with all the blood and revenge on the school Carrie??
(the chick) YEAH,That Carrie! PERFECT!! On it....Done! Johnny.....I need ya to make another call! We aiming to scare the holy shit out of people ...AGAIN!!!
the end.
------------- ------------- ---------- --------- ------------------------------- -------------------- ----------- ------------
So...there you have it.
Well, that's just my wild imagination.
But I'm sure it's not too far from the truth.
The More THEY Fear, The more WE Control Their Minds.
The More We Control their minds, The less they have a chance to EVOLVE!
hm!
Thursday, August 23, 2012
I didn't buy the dog, so why is my Quality of Life Compromised?
I stayed home today.
The body is way-out-of whack!
Neck, spine, and shoulders are stiff and fatigued.
My robotic massage chair isn't doing the trick.
...and YES!... I do own a robotic human touch massage chair....going on 3 years now...I must share the experiences of owning one...
...but later, I was actually on to something.
Oh yeah....
Fatigued and exasperated by the stank'n bows of ....
Acute Stress!
The cause: Present Living Environment is very disruptive thus causing a decline within my quality of life.
For Christmas 2011, the neighbors across the way in 39** North 2nd Street got a puppy for Christmas.
How did I know?
They let him sit in the window and yammer at everything that walked by.
I thought to myself..."F&*^$# GREAT!!"
A month prior, I received a letter from Caldwell Banker.
It was a notice declaring their ownership of the newly acquired property that I am renting.
GREAT!!..What happen to the little old jewish woman who came to my job to bring over the apartment lease when I found this place?
I didn't even get a phone call from her.
I might've have expected as much, she never came to services as she stated she would.
Soooo, that's two Greats in less than 3 months of each other.
Oh yeah....so what else could possibly funk off a living environment one might ask?
Well hold on to your hats because ....there's another GREAT.
The ass clown who lived on the third floor just above me, moved out.
I had the opportunity to move in, but that would mean another year locked into a place I wasn't too certain that I could take another year of. As of now I've been here almost 2 years come September on month-to-month.
A new ass clown and his plus sized model girlfriend moved into the apartment that I declined on.
Before they were officially moved into the apartment, they threw a party on a monday night @ 2am!
What I dont get is that the site manager's apartment is right next door to this guy...and he said he didn't hear anything. ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!
I keep a broom at the entrance of my apartment as going up stairs to ask this ass clown to turn his tv down because it's vibrating my ceiling just doesn't work.
Talk about disrespect.
One nite it was blatantly bad.
I was gonna knock on this guys door but I wanted to see if I could hear from the site managers apartment which was the next door down.
And no doubt it's so freek'n loud I can hear it in the hallway all the way down past his apartment.
The son answered the door. I said, "Yo...wake him up!'....are you hearing this shit? I have to work tomorrow....WTF?!?!"
I came back down the apartment and put my headphones on while I sat on the patio.
Flash forward present day....
The puppy has grown up.
And the neighbors still keep their windows open to let good old puppy bark at everyone and everything.
From as early as 6am til way past midnight I've heard there dogs loud barks echo as they bounce of the four corners of the apartment block that I stay on.
I called the Police a couple of weeks ago.
They showed up on the other side of town, wrong address.
I waited for almost 2 hours for these guys.
When they arrived, I had the site manager come down to vouch for the barking dog issue.
The officers finally made there way over to say something to the renters.
Of course the dogs weren't barking.
But then...."YAMMER YAMMER YAMMER...BARK BARK BARK!!...YAMMER BARKK>>BARKK>>BARKKKKK!"
It was the feeling you get when something has gone terribly wrong with your computer and you finally get the IT Guy to come over but then terrible never happens when he's around..but then it actually does.
Didn't matter.
The officers had an explanation for all the barking.
And left us with that.
Apparently, they cant arrest a dog for being a nuisance or it's owners.
Mind you, the only reason the officers came out was because I told the officer on the phone that I'm trying to prevent something bad from happening if the dog barking doesn't cease.
So call on the peace keepers!!!
I tried to go out on the balcony tonight to enjoy the first cold breeze I've felt in weeks.
It was disruptive by the dog in the window as he viciously barked at the little old white lady
who has been walking her dogs by my apartments for 2 years every night at the same time.
She is now hassled by the dogs barks as she tries to cross the 4 corner intersection.
It's a dangerous street to jay walk.
And the dog barking doesn't make it any worse.
Tonight I yelled out "SHUT THE F**** you stupid dog!!!....SHUT THE F*** UP!!!"
He actually shut up....for about 20 minutes.
20 minutes later "BARK..BARK...BARK YAMMER YAMMER YAMMER....BARK BARK!!"
It wasn't warm enough in my apartment to run the ac.
But the sound of the ac drowns out the barking.
It's either that or turn up the volume on my BOSE speakers that's connected to my cable.
I could watch the Merlin series in Hi-Fi tonight.
But, I dont want to.
I actually want a little peace. With soft yoga music playing in the background on my bluetooth speakers.
Because tonight my body aches.
The stress is high.
My vision is blurry.
I could use a beer but Ralphs was out Rasberry Wheat.
I want to take it easy.
I have to take it easy.
But my quality of life has been compromised.
Maybe I'll make some music to take my mind away from it all.
Yeah...I'm still inspired by the documentary "What Black Men Think"...
Yeah...maybe I'll write a cool catchy song to wake up the sleepers at the wheel.
Seems to be alot of sleeping going on these days.
Tomorrow, I make the call to Animal Control....because it sounds like grown-up puppy dog has given birth to puppies!
JUST GREAT!!
These apartments suck.
This area sucks.
The new landlord sucks
The site manager sucks!
In the last 8 months...
-Water will be shut down tomorrow @ 9am
-Hot Water will be down - Should be back on in the morning...(DIDNT HAPPEN)
-AC failed; Took the new manager 3 months to install a new one.
It was cold winter.
Just in time for Summer, but why is it so loud?
It's either freezing or humid.
Great!
The garbage disposal burst pipes under my sink 2 weeks ago.
It happened on a Thursday night.
It didn't get fixed and I was without use of my sink until the following Wednesday.
The floor was left a mess from the installation.
You cant make this sh** up!
I need a creative/work/live space.
I can not live in another apartment complex.
I have to survey day and night the next area I move into.
I will probably have to pay a little more for the ideal space.
But at this point, I gotta do what I gotta.
Dammmmmnnnn....DaMMMMMMN...>DAMN!!!
The body is way-out-of whack!
Neck, spine, and shoulders are stiff and fatigued.
My robotic massage chair isn't doing the trick.
...and YES!... I do own a robotic human touch massage chair....going on 3 years now...I must share the experiences of owning one...
...but later, I was actually on to something.
Oh yeah....
Fatigued and exasperated by the stank'n bows of ....
Acute Stress!
The cause: Present Living Environment is very disruptive thus causing a decline within my quality of life.
For Christmas 2011, the neighbors across the way in 39** North 2nd Street got a puppy for Christmas.
How did I know?
They let him sit in the window and yammer at everything that walked by.
I thought to myself..."F&*^$# GREAT!!"
A month prior, I received a letter from Caldwell Banker.
It was a notice declaring their ownership of the newly acquired property that I am renting.
GREAT!!..What happen to the little old jewish woman who came to my job to bring over the apartment lease when I found this place?
I didn't even get a phone call from her.
I might've have expected as much, she never came to services as she stated she would.
Soooo, that's two Greats in less than 3 months of each other.
Oh yeah....so what else could possibly funk off a living environment one might ask?
Well hold on to your hats because ....there's another GREAT.
The ass clown who lived on the third floor just above me, moved out.
I had the opportunity to move in, but that would mean another year locked into a place I wasn't too certain that I could take another year of. As of now I've been here almost 2 years come September on month-to-month.
A new ass clown and his plus sized model girlfriend moved into the apartment that I declined on.
Before they were officially moved into the apartment, they threw a party on a monday night @ 2am!
What I dont get is that the site manager's apartment is right next door to this guy...and he said he didn't hear anything. ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!
I keep a broom at the entrance of my apartment as going up stairs to ask this ass clown to turn his tv down because it's vibrating my ceiling just doesn't work.
Talk about disrespect.
One nite it was blatantly bad.
I was gonna knock on this guys door but I wanted to see if I could hear from the site managers apartment which was the next door down.
And no doubt it's so freek'n loud I can hear it in the hallway all the way down past his apartment.
The son answered the door. I said, "Yo...wake him up!'....are you hearing this shit? I have to work tomorrow....WTF?!?!"
I came back down the apartment and put my headphones on while I sat on the patio.
Flash forward present day....
The puppy has grown up.
And the neighbors still keep their windows open to let good old puppy bark at everyone and everything.
From as early as 6am til way past midnight I've heard there dogs loud barks echo as they bounce of the four corners of the apartment block that I stay on.
I called the Police a couple of weeks ago.
They showed up on the other side of town, wrong address.
I waited for almost 2 hours for these guys.
When they arrived, I had the site manager come down to vouch for the barking dog issue.
The officers finally made there way over to say something to the renters.
Of course the dogs weren't barking.
But then...."YAMMER YAMMER YAMMER...BARK BARK BARK!!...YAMMER BARKK>>BARKK>>BARKKKKK!"
It was the feeling you get when something has gone terribly wrong with your computer and you finally get the IT Guy to come over but then terrible never happens when he's around..but then it actually does.
Didn't matter.
The officers had an explanation for all the barking.
And left us with that.
Apparently, they cant arrest a dog for being a nuisance or it's owners.
Mind you, the only reason the officers came out was because I told the officer on the phone that I'm trying to prevent something bad from happening if the dog barking doesn't cease.
So call on the peace keepers!!!
I tried to go out on the balcony tonight to enjoy the first cold breeze I've felt in weeks.
It was disruptive by the dog in the window as he viciously barked at the little old white lady
who has been walking her dogs by my apartments for 2 years every night at the same time.
She is now hassled by the dogs barks as she tries to cross the 4 corner intersection.
It's a dangerous street to jay walk.
And the dog barking doesn't make it any worse.
Tonight I yelled out "SHUT THE F**** you stupid dog!!!....SHUT THE F*** UP!!!"
He actually shut up....for about 20 minutes.
20 minutes later "BARK..BARK...BARK YAMMER YAMMER YAMMER....BARK BARK!!"
It wasn't warm enough in my apartment to run the ac.
But the sound of the ac drowns out the barking.
It's either that or turn up the volume on my BOSE speakers that's connected to my cable.
I could watch the Merlin series in Hi-Fi tonight.
But, I dont want to.
I actually want a little peace. With soft yoga music playing in the background on my bluetooth speakers.
Because tonight my body aches.
The stress is high.
My vision is blurry.
I could use a beer but Ralphs was out Rasberry Wheat.
I want to take it easy.
I have to take it easy.
But my quality of life has been compromised.
Maybe I'll make some music to take my mind away from it all.
Yeah...I'm still inspired by the documentary "What Black Men Think"...
Yeah...maybe I'll write a cool catchy song to wake up the sleepers at the wheel.
Seems to be alot of sleeping going on these days.
Tomorrow, I make the call to Animal Control....because it sounds like grown-up puppy dog has given birth to puppies!
JUST GREAT!!
These apartments suck.
This area sucks.
The new landlord sucks
The site manager sucks!
In the last 8 months...
-Water will be shut down tomorrow @ 9am
-Hot Water will be down - Should be back on in the morning...(DIDNT HAPPEN)
-AC failed; Took the new manager 3 months to install a new one.
It was cold winter.
Just in time for Summer, but why is it so loud?
It's either freezing or humid.
Great!
The garbage disposal burst pipes under my sink 2 weeks ago.
It happened on a Thursday night.
It didn't get fixed and I was without use of my sink until the following Wednesday.
The floor was left a mess from the installation.
You cant make this sh** up!
I need a creative/work/live space.
I can not live in another apartment complex.
I have to survey day and night the next area I move into.
I will probably have to pay a little more for the ideal space.
But at this point, I gotta do what I gotta.
Dammmmmnnnn....DaMMMMMMN...>DAMN!!!
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Two nights ago, as I was flickering through the channel guide attempting to find something that can play on the tv as background visuals as I worked on some new tunes. I do this often. But as I breeze through subject lines with the channel guide I come across a documentary station/channel that reads " What Black men think?"
I thought to myself, " Really?....WOE! This should be interesting. FINALLY!...someones asking the right questions out there!"
I watched with no judgement....but with my mouth wide open the entire time.
I was in shock. In truth. In belief and disbelief! Analytically shocking and numbing at times!
A sort of video montage filmed in "the word on the street" style random interviews. With scrolls of the nuumbers dont lie style film. Real solid reputable and knowledge bound information and perspective.
BUT As turns out, I'd missed an entire hour of this two hour low budget indie artist style documentary. Trust when I say, some of it was better than none at all!
I dont watch alot of televsion these days. Mostly I'm watching pre-recorded animation shows on cartoon network, the hub and nick. I'm a sucka for cartoons and animation. It's entertainment at it's best.
This channel was a new station called DOC short for The Documentary Channel.
Yeah, you guessed it. It's all about documentaries.
What else can be said.
At first glance of this new show, I'd come in where this brotha was asking questions to randomly selected black people on the streets. An so it began.
I was intrigued.
The message I got from this documentary "What Black Men Think?" , in just the last hour of the film, the message was clear..."BLACK PEOPLE WAKE UP!"
It was refreshing to hear intelligent young and older black men give their view points on the state of the world as it is seen amongst the black United states of americans.
It was straightforward, no brown-sugar coated, in yo face, intellectually awakening.
I got from it all that I had already come to know, but it's always good to hear AMEN every now & more often. Especially from those who can relate, but are sending the message out loud and clear to those who would listen.
Now, just so you know...before the film was over I was eager to send the message to my family and close friends whom are black.
But then I hesitated to send. Why?? If I'd been so inspired why not share?
For a millisecond I thought to myself "what do i have to fear from sharing with my peeps...they either appreciate the link or totally ignore it all together." I guess the one thing I feared was that...perhaps no one would respond to the email.
And I was correct. Not one person responded. It didn't surprise me though. Not really.
It had been a long time since I sent I thought provocative email out to my peoples ...calling out their blackness. But to date, no one responded. Not my sister. Not my niece. Not my cousin. Not my brother.
Not my closest friends. No one.
It does bother me.
It did bother me.
I got angry. I got pissed off...." How come everytime I send something that warrants a thought provoked response, no one responds" It's been happening for as long I can remember.
And then...weeks will go by and I'll send pictures of something funny or nonsensical....and everybody chimes in!!!
The thread get's really...really ridiculous at times.
I do this to entertain myself.
So that was Monday night when I sent the email with "What Black Men Think" in the subject line.... it's now tuesday going into Wednesday morning. I'm up @ 2am because my neck is stiff from the stress I've been experiencing in my personal life lately....but there's more to what happen on my trip to HOME DEPOT....Hollywood!
I had to pick up a few gallons of paint, and there was a damn line like no other...for PAINT!
But I was cool with that, it was still early. I arrived @ home depot from my crib around 9:23am.
I just ventured around Home depot and picked up other items in hopes that the line would die down a bit...and it did.
So as I'm awaiting for my number to be called, I'm #82 ....their on number 75...great. Not too bad, plus the characters that I'm around awaiting for their numbers to be called as well, are hilarious!
There's this really hot chick that passed by the painters desk...and all the guys eyes followed as if it was a synchronized watch fest. Hilarious!
And then there was the crazy lady who couldn't control the big a$$ home depot cart. She comes flying around the corner of the painters desk aisle damn near ran into the back of my ass(literally), looks at me in hysteria as she utters panicky words, damn near out of breathe, "Wufff, WOW!...ummm Wuuufff These things......wufffff!....they gotta mind of their own"
I just stare at her and shake my head as she makes way frantically down the aisle of plowing more people down. I bet she drives the same way!
Anyways, they're now calling "#78"....."we almost there" I'm thinking to myself.
There's still characters around. This one little dusty old mexican(no really he was dusty from early morning painting...obviously!....and definitely old and but graceful." He reminded me a calm human double for speedy gonzales!....I'm sooooooo serious too! Especially way he was still glaring at the young hot chick was now standing on her tippy toes attempting to achieve help of any sort from the scared no-game sales men. I'm kidding. They probably had game. But not today!
So then, this brotha appears out of NO WHERE!...wearing this white long shirt dress. He had dreads pulled back in the style i've seen on Dr. Beckwick. In fact, in first glance without my glasses on he resembled him much...but as the older graceful black man makes his way near the painters desk, I couldn't help but to greet him.
"Hey what's going on brotha!? I'm sure you've heard the resemblance?" He nodes his head "Yes."
And I say "it's that of the same orah of energy i've seen before"
I met Michael Beckwith advertantly twice now while here in the Hollywood area. Once at the Grove. And then again with a young lady I once dated. I've yet to attend his service. But soon.
Interesting enough...
After watching the film the other night, I started google searching Agape. I'm not sure why I was lead to search Agape, but I did without hesitation.
A day later, I run into a guy that could resemble a much older version of him or could possibly be a close relative.
In either case, we began to exchange converse as I await my number to be called within two more numbers....but these guys who have just been called may be a minute as the paint clerk tells everyone that he has to step away for a minute to check on something with this last guys paint order. He was nice enough to take a visual head-count of who the next three numbers would be ...I was one of the three.
So this older black man starts to tell me about how much he's traveled and about the conversation he was having this latina in the parking lot who had stopped him to ask if he was a priest. He said "I believe that Jesus Christ is my Lord and Savior and that he died on the cross for you and me"....he said after that she was like " Ohhh you're Christian..." he then says "I believe in God, yes I do"
The rest of the conversation went on with him telling me of his travels around the world. And how he's about to travel some more. And then he mentions something that I'd just heard for the first time 3 days ago when I was over a good buddy of mines home for brunch. He mentioned to him then about travel and he responded back as the old black man had also mentioned....Spirit Airlines.
Coincidence?
I dont believe in Coincidences.
I finally got the call I've been waiting for.
The chocolate is here.
I made a very cool song tonight.
Everything is in alignment. As it should be.
I thought to myself, " Really?....WOE! This should be interesting. FINALLY!...someones asking the right questions out there!"
I watched with no judgement....but with my mouth wide open the entire time.
I was in shock. In truth. In belief and disbelief! Analytically shocking and numbing at times!
A sort of video montage filmed in "the word on the street" style random interviews. With scrolls of the nuumbers dont lie style film. Real solid reputable and knowledge bound information and perspective.
BUT As turns out, I'd missed an entire hour of this two hour low budget indie artist style documentary. Trust when I say, some of it was better than none at all!
I dont watch alot of televsion these days. Mostly I'm watching pre-recorded animation shows on cartoon network, the hub and nick. I'm a sucka for cartoons and animation. It's entertainment at it's best.
This channel was a new station called DOC short for The Documentary Channel.
Yeah, you guessed it. It's all about documentaries.
What else can be said.
At first glance of this new show, I'd come in where this brotha was asking questions to randomly selected black people on the streets. An so it began.
I was intrigued.
The message I got from this documentary "What Black Men Think?" , in just the last hour of the film, the message was clear..."BLACK PEOPLE WAKE UP!"
It was refreshing to hear intelligent young and older black men give their view points on the state of the world as it is seen amongst the black United states of americans.
It was straightforward, no brown-sugar coated, in yo face, intellectually awakening.
I got from it all that I had already come to know, but it's always good to hear AMEN every now & more often. Especially from those who can relate, but are sending the message out loud and clear to those who would listen.
Now, just so you know...before the film was over I was eager to send the message to my family and close friends whom are black.
But then I hesitated to send. Why?? If I'd been so inspired why not share?
For a millisecond I thought to myself "what do i have to fear from sharing with my peeps...they either appreciate the link or totally ignore it all together." I guess the one thing I feared was that...perhaps no one would respond to the email.
And I was correct. Not one person responded. It didn't surprise me though. Not really.
It had been a long time since I sent I thought provocative email out to my peoples ...calling out their blackness. But to date, no one responded. Not my sister. Not my niece. Not my cousin. Not my brother.
Not my closest friends. No one.
It does bother me.
It did bother me.
I got angry. I got pissed off...." How come everytime I send something that warrants a thought provoked response, no one responds" It's been happening for as long I can remember.
And then...weeks will go by and I'll send pictures of something funny or nonsensical....and everybody chimes in!!!
The thread get's really...really ridiculous at times.
I do this to entertain myself.
So that was Monday night when I sent the email with "What Black Men Think" in the subject line.... it's now tuesday going into Wednesday morning. I'm up @ 2am because my neck is stiff from the stress I've been experiencing in my personal life lately....but there's more to what happen on my trip to HOME DEPOT....Hollywood!
I had to pick up a few gallons of paint, and there was a damn line like no other...for PAINT!
But I was cool with that, it was still early. I arrived @ home depot from my crib around 9:23am.
I just ventured around Home depot and picked up other items in hopes that the line would die down a bit...and it did.
So as I'm awaiting for my number to be called, I'm #82 ....their on number 75...great. Not too bad, plus the characters that I'm around awaiting for their numbers to be called as well, are hilarious!
There's this really hot chick that passed by the painters desk...and all the guys eyes followed as if it was a synchronized watch fest. Hilarious!
And then there was the crazy lady who couldn't control the big a$$ home depot cart. She comes flying around the corner of the painters desk aisle damn near ran into the back of my ass(literally), looks at me in hysteria as she utters panicky words, damn near out of breathe, "Wufff, WOW!...ummm Wuuufff These things......wufffff!....they gotta mind of their own"
I just stare at her and shake my head as she makes way frantically down the aisle of plowing more people down. I bet she drives the same way!
Anyways, they're now calling "#78"....."we almost there" I'm thinking to myself.
There's still characters around. This one little dusty old mexican(no really he was dusty from early morning painting...obviously!....and definitely old and but graceful." He reminded me a calm human double for speedy gonzales!....I'm sooooooo serious too! Especially way he was still glaring at the young hot chick was now standing on her tippy toes attempting to achieve help of any sort from the scared no-game sales men. I'm kidding. They probably had game. But not today!
So then, this brotha appears out of NO WHERE!...wearing this white long shirt dress. He had dreads pulled back in the style i've seen on Dr. Beckwick. In fact, in first glance without my glasses on he resembled him much...but as the older graceful black man makes his way near the painters desk, I couldn't help but to greet him.
"Hey what's going on brotha!? I'm sure you've heard the resemblance?" He nodes his head "Yes."
And I say "it's that of the same orah of energy i've seen before"
I met Michael Beckwith advertantly twice now while here in the Hollywood area. Once at the Grove. And then again with a young lady I once dated. I've yet to attend his service. But soon.
Interesting enough...
After watching the film the other night, I started google searching Agape. I'm not sure why I was lead to search Agape, but I did without hesitation.
A day later, I run into a guy that could resemble a much older version of him or could possibly be a close relative.
In either case, we began to exchange converse as I await my number to be called within two more numbers....but these guys who have just been called may be a minute as the paint clerk tells everyone that he has to step away for a minute to check on something with this last guys paint order. He was nice enough to take a visual head-count of who the next three numbers would be ...I was one of the three.
So this older black man starts to tell me about how much he's traveled and about the conversation he was having this latina in the parking lot who had stopped him to ask if he was a priest. He said "I believe that Jesus Christ is my Lord and Savior and that he died on the cross for you and me"....he said after that she was like " Ohhh you're Christian..." he then says "I believe in God, yes I do"
The rest of the conversation went on with him telling me of his travels around the world. And how he's about to travel some more. And then he mentions something that I'd just heard for the first time 3 days ago when I was over a good buddy of mines home for brunch. He mentioned to him then about travel and he responded back as the old black man had also mentioned....Spirit Airlines.
Coincidence?
I dont believe in Coincidences.
I finally got the call I've been waiting for.
The chocolate is here.
I made a very cool song tonight.
Everything is in alignment. As it should be.
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