Harriet Tubman vs Oprah Winfrey. N**ga Please, don't hate the playa.

This is not an indictment of Harriet Tubman. This is about the greatness of Oprah Winfrey.

I said Oprah Winfrey is probably the greatest black woman that has ever walked this earth, and then challenged anyone to bring a contender. A wonderful and knowledgeable man brought Harriet Tubman to the door. I said, nig*a please.

Don't take this wrong but I said Harriet Tubman couldn't shine Oprah's shoes.

Lets be real about this, 99 out of 100 people couldn't tell you 1 iota of Harriett Tubman's accomplishments. Don't believe me, ask it, try it, see how you like it? Many "might" say she's an old black slave. Some might even say she's Ozzie's wife. Some ARE going to say she was the woman that refused to give up her seat on that bus.

Really, the fact that several individuals can not relate to her, and knows nothing about her, gives a small clue to how great she was. She may have championed a cause, and consequently, was a bone for those who wanted to champion a black person in American history, but....

Great is reserve for those that far exceed the accomplishments of others and spreads their "wealth" and "knowledge" along the way. Greatness is reserved for those that break through the glass ceiling and then puts the ceiling in the basement. Greatness is reserved for those that have the courage and wisdom to withstand attacks from the front & the back, from the rich & the poor, from BLACKS & WHITES. Great is reaching back to give back. Greatness is reaching back to a land that most blacks could call home. Some call it the motherland. Although money is not the road to happiness, it's great that Oprah has given hundreds of millions of dollars to causes that nobody else dared to attack or even mention. Great is a person that can win the approval of others in spite of their skin color. Oprah stands alone in her greatness. Although many women have done great things, no woman's accomplishments come close to that of Oprah's.

Her greatness extends beyond the boarders of America. Oprah is the GREATEST of them all. There are no challengers to her crown. Not yet anyway.

Pacquiao vs Mayweather vs My Son: I need space

The fight is on! But first, that's my son in the picture. No, not the little one, the one with the huge arms. Yeah, and that's two of my grandchildren. Once my arms looked like that. Yes sir, gun boats, but now I have flat bottom fish boats.

Speaking of what I used to have, I used to have a 3 bedroom home with a full basement. I sold that home. I 've also found myself living in a 6' X 6' cell, but that was some years ago. Today I am living in a place that is, well, kinda large. I mean, you know how new development is coming into the neighborhood and demolishing older homes and buildings. Yep, white folks know how to make a buck. Anyway, this place I call home is really to much space for me but the price was right. Look, my living room area is almost 30' X 25'. Yeah, I can run short laps in this baby. But it's too much space. I clank around in here like a lost fool. My bathroom is 12' X 12'. Come on, who needs that much space to drop a load. At my other house I used to get joy out of jumping up to touch the ceiling. It made me feel like I still had it. I can't do that here. The ceilings are about 12' high and I've never been able to dunk a basketball.

I hate my kitchen, not because it's too large, but because it has one of those "step down" damn things. You know, a step leading from another room or area. I've busted my ass several times after missing that step.

Remember my son in the picture? Well, he's sitting in what I call my conversation area or quiet room. That's why a couple of my grandchildren are in there. This place is real quite, and sometimes I need a little noise. But here's the deal, my son and I are pimp or die boxing fans. I've said this in another post. But see, there was a time when I let him punch me in my arms as payment for a bet. Obviously I've had to move away from that because, I like my arms. I like being able to use my arms. So, now when we bet on a boxing match, it's all about the Benjamen's baby.

In the next big fight is Pacquiao vs Floyd Mayweather. I like Pacquiao, he's going with Mayweather. Now, since the payment will have to be in cash, I might need all this space. See, I don't have any spare money so I am planning on betting on my ass. For those that don't know, that's when a person makes a wager with no means of paying off the bet if they should lose.

About 7 years ago, I owned a large gun. Well, when I would host a fight night, I would sorta flash my gun to let everyone know that I would shot any fool that showed his ass up in my house. But I can't shot my son, I have to find a different plan -- if I should lose this fight. He might not beat me to the ground but it's a safe bet that he'd hit me in my noodle arms. Are you kidding me, that's what we've always done. I mean, it's that macho thang between fathers and sons. And see, that last time I won, I blistered his arm. Yep, I still had a little sting to my punch. So I know he's ready for a little payback. But little does he know.... his eyes my shine/and his teeth may grin/but none of this ass/ is he gonna get in.

I might even tell him to bring his daughter along (in picture) so I can hold her and dare him to hit me. I don't know about that idea. The last time I held her, he said I wasn't holding her right. What! I wiped the boo-boo off his behind and held him right. He said I handled her like I was holding a boy. I told him that was cool. I told him the next time him and his wants to go out and snap their fingers - DO NOT CALL ME.

I know what I should do. The night of the fight I will come out of the spare bedroom, looking all sick and tired. Yes sir, I'll have on my PJ's with a little dribble down the front. I'll tell him that I've been sleeping in that bedroom because I 've been too weak to worry about the throw up in the other bed.

But really, I should be careful of what I ask for. I want a smaller place so I don't feel like I am lost in space. But I might need all this room if I have to run from my son. Yeah, maybe I can set a few traps.

I could use more money, then I wouldn't have to be betting on my narrow ass. But then again, more money, more problems. Maybe I need to call Mayweather and ask him for a favor. Well, since he's going to make over 20 million for this fight, he could hit me with a few bucks or fight my son. Now that wouldn't be right - would it? Who reneges on a bet and then finds someone to attack the other person, who is, incidentally, your son?

I need a wife. That's what I need. I need someone to protect me. But wait, then I'd need a bigger place, because.... you know. Sometime we need a little space.

The Bible: Can We Talk?

Although my posts may not be indicative of such, I am a Bible scholar. Tell me, what does 2009 A.D. mean? Be careful, it may be a popular opinion that it means after the death of Christ, but that’s not true.

Lets do the math. But first, lets go slow. A.D. is a Latin abbreviation for Anno domini, meaning in the year of our lord.

2009 - 2009 = 0

Ut oh, because B.C. is the English abbreviation for Before Christ, some people incorrectly conclude that A.D. must mean After Death, i.e., after the death of Jesus. If that were true, the thirty-three or so years of his life would not be in any era.

Although I study the bible, I seldom debate the Bible. I will debate facts but not someone’s opinion or interpretation of the Bible. That can be a fools errand. Did you know that the books of the Bible were written over a span of nearly 3000 years. Granted, some of the time line is in question or debatable, however, it's safe to say (and a fact) that many church goers do not know the authors of each book, nor when they were written.

Case in point: Most individuals that use the Bible as a source of reference or guidance, has heard the story of Job. If asked the question who was Job, most would say he was a man of wealth who’s beliefs were tested. Okay, yet, is the question really answered? Who knows of Job’s genealogy. In brief, the book of Job begins with an introduction to Job’s character– he is described as a blessed man who lives righteously.

There is a view among scholars that says Job never existed. In this view, Job was a literary creation by a prophet who used this form of writing to convey a divine message. On the other hand, many have gone to great lengths trying to ascertain when Job actually lived, citing many opinions and interpretations by the leading sages.

To further illustrate a point of contention regarding the book of Job, there’s no author assigned to this book. When it was written, is also an uncertainty. The cultural and
historical settings seem to reflect the second millennium B.C.. Some think the story was passed down from generations and later put into writing. Different opinions aside, the story of Job addresses the question of suffering. The story vividly illustrates the inadequacy of human logic to explain the reality and nature of evil in the world.

I listen to gospel music on a regular basis. I tap my feet and sing along, sometimes pretending to be the artist. In some songs, the lyrics are hard for me to repeat because I do not believe them, or believe they are being used incorrectly. I was singing along with this one song and the words "many have prophesied that I wouldn’t be nothing", came across my speakers. He had to be speaking of a false prophet. Well, is not the words of a prophet, the words (inspirational vision) of God?

The words bless, blessed and blessings can be found in over 500 places in the Bible. Although all can be used as a noun, adjective etc, they generally mean a bestowal of (often material) goods. Yet, I wonder if most people understand the words. When someone says a person is blessed, I wonder if they really know what they are saying? More so, aside from material goods, can another person give blessing to someone else? In the New Testament it often means the spiritual good bestowed by the gospel. I can say I am blessed, yet, with certainty, can another individual say I am blessed? What could they use as substance or a reference to that remark?

I am merely asking the questions, I have an opinion. Friends and I discuss the bible on a weekly basis. Today I just wanted to share some of that with you.

It's my opinion that many that do not read the Bible or do not believe in the Bible, may have an indifference with the belief of life after death. They may also have a disbelief of the creation of mankind. Harboring those feeling may impede their efforts to read the Bible or believe in it. Having said that, personally, I believe those rationalization are akin to someone not running a race because they believe they will not win. The rewards of running a race do not go to the swiftest. The winner of the race may not have seen the serendipitous rewards of simply running the race. Unlike the person that starts the race with a slim chance of winning the race, the runner with the narrow sight of victory, has little chance of beating doubt. If he doesn't win the race, doubt is his constant companion. If he doesn't start the race, doubt will kill him.

I do not view the Bible as a doctrine filled with dogmatic instructions. I use it as a source of guidance in my everyday life. Sometimes there's nobody to talk to. Sometimes there seems to be no answers to my problems and I don't know which way to go. Sometimes I have to lay my burdens on hope and gratitude's. I may not go to a life beyond this human existence, but I am trying to stay in the race.

No Rant, Just me.

Yep, I took down the rant post and grabbed me a plate of those Baby Back Ribs. Yes sir, look at those discarded napkins. Don't tell me I wasn't getting down. I had food in my mouth and was going for another bite. My god, look at those jawls. That ain't a jaw, that's a greasy jawl. The rest of the people were wearing jackets and sweats, but I was such a gluten, I was hot.

That don't make no damn sense. And I had about 4 cans of that sweety juicy red pop. What a fool.

After all that eating I still have to be grandpa horse. I man can't even go home and rest in his PJ's. Nope, sleep over night at the old fat horse's house . I thought I raised my kids. I am getting way to old for this mule mess. Yeah, I used to buck and make all the horse sounds. But now I am just a stubborn old mule.

Black Bloggers Family Reunion, 2009. **chuckle**

************************ The annual Bloggers reunion ***************************

Hello ladies and gentlemen, I will be your MC for today. My name is Frankenstein, some call me Blogenstein. As you know we are gathered here today for our year end celebration of the blodsphere. I can not express how important it is for the side chatter to be kept to a minimum. We have a large crowd, including lurkers.

Wait a minute, what the heck is going on over there?

Anyway, for all that may be listening via radio or reading closed caption, the following words were actually voiced by the bloggers. Now of course, if you’ve been following the blogsphere, you know that words can sometimes get lost in translation but no words have been changed.

MC: Excuse me ... young man... you over there, we are about to get started, what is going on?

RiPPa: Black folks protesting, Obama is nothing but White power in Black face.

MC: Come on RiPPa, don’t start that sh*t up in here, but who are you talking about?

RiPPa: Black radicals.

MC: RiPPa, this is not your house, sit your ass down, this ain’t Memphis. Some negroes just don’t know how to act. A person asks "who", Von and RiPPa says coons.

Maybe we should start by revisiting the reunion from last year. I hear there were a few love connections. Who would like to start? I see a hand raised.

A. Smith: Oh gosh. I remember when things went down the toilet. He asked me if I would remember anything good about our relationship and I told him no. I regret doing that everyday.

MC: I don’t mean to get personal but why did you tell him no?

A. Smith: I said "no" more because I felt like it was all his fault than anything else. Since that time I've become aware of how narrow-sighted and selfish that was. I was not perfect, I was horribly imperfect and I get that.

MC: *** whispering to a guy sitting next to him...*** " I don’t know what the hell she’s talking about but it sounds like ol’boy asked her for a little of that honey pot and she said no"

Thank you A. Smith. Is that man in here tonight? Oh, there he is. Would you like to tell your side of the story?

UglyBlackJohn: Okay, which one?- The one I sent to England for a semester at college so I could have more time to cheat on her only to have her meet the guy she would marry.- The one who was my dream girl, but I had to get that last piece (from a girl I'd wanted to hit for a month) before settling for "The One" only to get caught because I gave her (the dream girl) the
clap?- The one that was perfect in every way except she was only 5'6' (below my minimum 5'7" height minimum)?

MC: No No No, sit yo’ nasty ass down! No wonder your name is Ugly Black John, Cuz you, black jack, are a damn fool.

Could someone please share a story of the fun time they had last year? Yes... you over there.

Anonymous: Last reunion started off great as they always do, seeing everybody, laughing, dancing and lots of drinking and along with drinking came some beefing. Oh yeah, i cousin this and that arguing, autie so and so cyring at the bar, uncle bean-boys wife was showing her titties to everybody...before long.....

MC: Hold it right there, did you say your aunt showed her tittie?

Anonymous: Yeah, but long after some more drinks were consumed all hell broke loose...it was like a the biggest dayum full moon you have ever witnessed, it was the kind of full moon that teased evil to come out to play and evil did... in a really bad way. I'm driving home only to arrive to my bruh and his wife fighting in the front yard...yep knockdown drag out fighting...get a call from my sister that my two brothers got into a fight and one of them threw the other out the car...uncle bean-boy and his wife was breaking up and the kicker, my ex was saying "i told you so...told your family was crazy".

MC: I see why you post under anonymous. Your family is some crazy Mfers. If I can asked, did you get remarried?

Anonymous: Nope, but I do have a help wanted sign.

MC: Good luck!

Is there anyone that has a more pleasing story?

Anonymous II: I have a story.

MC: Wait, what is it with you anonymous clowns?

Anonymous: Don’t make me cut you. I remember a reunion many years ago. I was barely a teenager when this one went down but it was quite memorable. To start off the mess there was a dinner and and band/dance afterwards. It was similar to showin' up to you cousin's wedding on a few Saturday in July.... a full open bar for the whole evening. Let's just say everyone had a very good time. Even the band.

I was wondering why the older folks were acting a little bit stranger than the strange they usually were after one of this shindigs. People are basically falling over everywhere I looked. But the frosting on the cake was the sight as we were being pushed out the door as we were leaving. One look and it was obvious the band had taken advantage of the free drinks. Under one of the tables close to the dance floor there was the drummer. He was completely naked. I mean he didn't even have his socks on anymore. And he was passed out under one of the long tables lying on his back.

MC: DAYUM! Butt naked drummers and aunts showing titties, what the heck is going on? Is there anyone that had a good time last year?

*********** Jack & Jill Politics were heard whispering in the corner ***************

" I don’t know why I let you convince me to come to this event. These Ni**as have no class. I wish they would talk about all the important issues and not this buffoonery"

MC: Mr. Jack, do you or Ms. Jill have something you want to say?

Jack & Jill Politics: Yeah, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar discusses his leukemia with Keith Olbermann.

MC: *** leaning over to talk to his friend *** "See, every time you let one of those black bourgeoisies bring their black perspective to this kind of party, they always bring a white man"

Excuse me Jack, or was it Jill, you were doing alright until you mentioned Keith Olbermann. Sit down.

Wait one damn minute..... sista girl, what are you doing?

Womanmusing: Often drive by trolls show up who have not had the decency to get their 101 on.

MC: *** Again, leaning over to his buddy*** ...."should I give her the mike?" Friend: NOPE!

MC: Thank you Ms. Musings, you can take your seat.

I think it’s time we move to the awards ceremonies. Any words?

PPR_Scribe: Please click for me.

RiPPa: Vote for me.

MacDaddy: This is a serious problem, click the link for me.

Robynmarie: Can I say something?

MC: Yes you may, but can I call you Brown Robin?

Robynmarie: Brown Robin? I like that!

******* The MC’s buddy leans his way....****** "I got a brown round robin for her. That woman is gorgeous, she gets my vote" MC: "Be quiet boy, you see those womanists over there"
MC: That reminds me, do we have any church folk in here?

The Black Church: Yes Frankenstein, Gospel rapper
Da’ T.R.U.T.H.announced that:
"in light of a moral indiscretion in my personal life, I will be taking a sabbatical from music ministry and teaching upon fulfilling my current commitments to work closely with my pastor, church, and restoration team."

I respect Da Truth a lot more because he came out and said something... Right now, there’s talk going around about Tye Tribbett…Right now he’s not acknowledging or admitting to anything...But if it turn out that he did get someone pregnant who was not his wife and he has lied and denied his sin and wouldn't take responsibility for his actions, let’s just say I’m not gonna be a fan any more....That's how Jay Moss lost me as a fan of his music.

MC: Bless us lord, who said we needed TMZ or Wendy Williams.

Solomon: I say the final Jepordy answer is "Who is a playa, a pimp, or a thug!"
MC: Mr. Solomon, What! Have you have lost your damn mind, how in the hell did you come to that conclusion.? I mean, where did that come from? Who said anything about a pimp or a thug? Btw, aren’t you the guy that comments on a regular basis but doesn’t have a door to his blog???

***** Solomon is quiet ****

Tha L : Damn Blogenstein! Why you gotta treat my girl soul like that? I oughta smack the shit outta you. But I guess it's all in fairness, right?

MC: What do you mean your girl soul? I thought Solomon was a dude?

Soul: I am a womanist. Being a womanist is not 'deeper than feminism' it is simply addresses my needs and issues more

MC: Don’t get mad at me.... remember, I am Frankenstein. My heart belongs to Miz, my loud mouth belongs to The Loud Pen, I am a member of the black church, and my voice is that of RiPPa and FreeMan. So go tell it on the mountain.

Telisha: To be quite honest I am a bit confused as to what a feminist is exactly.From my observation they just appear to be very angry women who have not resolved and confronted their REAL issues and find it easier to pick apart and attack men or women who are open-minded?

MC: Now that’s what I’m talking about! That’s a smart woman right there.... And fine too.
**** Blogenstein sends his boy out to get those digits ****

BigMacInPittsburg: I come in peace ladies and will let RiPPa and CareyCarey take the heat. But my eyes were open this morning with all of the comments. I'll just keep listening and maybe I'll learn a thing or two.

MC: Now if that ain’t a booty call, I’ll kiss your ass. I mean, WTF Big Mac? Oh, I get it, you are trying to be true to your name. Yep, BigMacInPittsburg is trying to lay some big pipe. If you don’t get yo’ simpin’ ass outta here.

BigMacInPittsburg: Truth be told I don't have many reunions to speak of that I can share ,my lifestyle 20-40ish was party city 24-7. I never attended simply because I was to stupid to understand its importance. Today I try to support our reunions and try hard to preserve our rich family history.

MC: Oh hell nawl. You can’t get your Internet pimp on up in here playa. I’ll tell you what, go find Ms. A. Smith, she’s ready to say yes.

Big Mac: But!?

MC: But my ass negro.... SCOOT!

The MC Blogenstein leans over to his buddy one mo gin: "Hey man, go fire up the ride, we’re outta here"

*** Blogenstein and CareyCarey were seen exiting a rear door, A voice came across the PA system*****

"Well, it looks like it’s been one. Thanks for attending the black blog reunion 2009. You don’t have to go home but you have to get your black ass outta here. Drive safe and tell a friend where you got it. Holla!"

LOVE, PEACE and.... SOOOOOUUUULLLLL!

Family reunions, you gotta love 'em.