Friday, July 30, 2010

NOW THAT WE'VE ALL SEEN THE BOOK OF ELI, I'M LOOKING FOR THE HUGHES BROTHERS.


I work all day till the sun go down. Money short, but I go anyhow. Eight foot, seven foot, tally me banana. Daylight come and I me wanna go home.

Eli came and I should have stayed home!

Now that everyone has seen The Book Of Eli, tell me, have you seen the Hughes Brothers? I need to talk to them because they have my money in their pockets, and I want it back.


When I found out Denzel was in a new movie, I had to get some of that! The Hughes Brothers were the directors. I had to have some of that. The movie, my date, pop & popcorn... could cost me 50 bucks. I got that.

I went to see the movie The Book of Eli. I didn't get it. I mean, I got it, but I want my money back. But wait, outside the theater I asked a woman her opinion of the movie. She said it was awesome. Well, different strokes for different folks but If you liked Mad Max In The Thunder dome, Escape From New York, or Martin Scorsese's campy Kings Of New York, you probably loved this pimp slapin'?

How about your taste of unbelievable endings that are totally ridiculous even by Hollywood standards? If you like being pimp slapped by the director's fat hand, you probably love The Hughes Brothers.

How about fight scenes, do you love them? Okay, let's crank it up a notch. What if the hero of the movie was able to kill 10 people -- at one time -- while being blind! Hold it, we are not done. What if this same man -- while being totally blind -- was able to shoot down flying birds? But wait, slow your roll, the good gets better. lets say he was able to do this fantastic feat while using a bow and arrow? Yes, a flying bird, a bow & arrow, and a blind man!

I don't know what tickled the fancy of the woman outside the theater, but a movie wouldn't be complete without a religious message, T & A, blood and guts, right? Well, it's all in the Book Of Eli.


Denzel doesn't remove his clothes in many movies and he doesn't do it in this one, but from what I've been hearing, some women still got excited. You'll have to use your imagination or be a desperate women because what's sexy about Denzel and a KFC wet napkin? I didn't get it, but some women sucked it up. But who goes to the movies just to see Denzel wipe his behind with a left over Kentucky fried chicken handy-wipe. There's more things to get excited about. Not for me but....

Al Green appears in this movie. Well, he doesn't but one of my favorite songs explodes on the scene. Really, I love his version of How Can You Mend A Broken Heart. See, I'd like to think of myself as a romantic, and when that song came on, they almost had me... "How can you mend a broken heart / how can a loser ever win/ [tell me] how can you stop / the sun from shinning / what makes the world go round"

Boy oh boy, while listening to that song, I remembered a past lover... I dropped a tear. But like a flash flood, the scene changed. All of a sudden we're at the back lot of Mad Max In The Superdome -- Gone Wild. No expenses were spared for those scenes. They were complete with armor plated 1956 Edsels and rocket launchers. Well, although the house in which Denzel is hiding, is blown to shreds by rockets and Gatling guns (yes Gatling guns), Denzel manages to come out unharmed.

I don't want to give away the movie, but if you like epic adventures like Guy Johnson's Standing At The Scratch Line, you're gonna love Eli's 30 year adventure. Did I say thirty years? Yep, Denzel evades the most notorious pirates, murderers, thieves, scanky women, flesh eating cannibals and an assortment of damn fools, and he's BLIND! But if you're not feeling any of this, how about a little religion with your mission impossible?

Yep, the Hughes Brothers pandered to the religious crowd. I don't know, but God does work miracles in this movie.

Like I said, movie watching is a very subjective experience. But for me, this movie tore through my soul. Look, I've been riding with Denzel from day one. I've seen all of his movies and who can deny the brilliance of the Hughes brothers? What? When they broke-out with Menace II Society, I was theirs for the long haul. I even enjoyed a movie that many didn't see, titled "From Hell". It was their take on Jack the Ripper.
In anticipation of seeing The Book of Eli, I was as giddy as a child on Christmas Eve. Heck, I even bypassed my bootleg man to watch it at a real theater. I guess Santa must have checked my list and checked it twice, he must have found out I've been naughty... not nice. I was left with a black piece of coal, called The Book Of Eli.

Like "Precious", this movie had a great supporting cast. You can't go wrong with a cast of pretty women and Gary Oldman. Who can forget his role as the white skinned Rastafarian pimp, Drexl Spivey, in the movie True Romance? But see, I am still wondering how his character, Carnegie, was able to maintain his power over a ruthless town of renegades? Maybe it was his secret water supply? Well, an atomic bomb totally scorched the earth, food and water were at a minimum, so Devious Carnegie sold water by the shot glass. But see, I don't know if the town folks were complete idiots, or if the director thought I was, because water was a few blocks down the road. Salty, but nevertheless, water.

I don't know what the Hughes brothers were trying to do. I saw a little of Quentin Tarantino's Death Proof and Robert Rodriguez's "From Dusk Till Dawn". Oh, and a little Moses thrown in for the religious crowd.

They said Eli is coming. I hope he gets here real soon and brings the Hughes Brothers with him because they have my money in their pockets, and I want it back.

Day O, daaay O, daylight comin' and I should have stayed home.

The Book of Eli... Book'em Dano, they've committed a crime. TEN TOES way down for this one.


Solomon said...
Thanks for spending yo' money Carey so I don't have to! *lol* It was that bad? Tell me more about Moses.


FreeMan said...
OK the propaganda flick with a cat taking 30 years to get across country! Damn slaves and Harriet Tubman could make it from South to North a couple of times and this guy takes 30 years. I don't know if 30 years symbolizes something in the Bible.Then the cat is supposedly carrying and defending the truth that happens to be a Bible in Braile! WTF kind of propaganda is this where the guy who holds all the water is bothering the guy who carries the blind mans bible (symbolism again?)I like the Hughes Brothers as Menace was a better portrayal of LA ganglife than Boyz but what the Hell! I got my money back because someone has to let me know I'm going to bear witness to the awesome power of Jesus by doing a Ye though I walk through the shadow of death movie!C'mon I can't wait for Spike to do a Islamic Movie about Muhammad and then disguise it as a romantic comedy. LMBAO this was let me say it again I got my money back!

CareyCarey said...
FreeMan, you know I was feeling you on this one. But man, over at chele one's spot, they are going gaga over the movie.But check this Freeman. Could you come back and revamp your comment. See, I don't think we should give away the big bang. You know, the book and the man. Just reshape it a little bit.If you don't, I'll have to call you my fat head brother,because he loves telling me the end of a movie.I look at it as kissing a woman and then telling her husband. Of course I am joking but you know what I mean :-).Put some mufflers on that comment... please, pretty please. I like the rest. It was straight out of your kitchen.


CareyCarey said...
I don't know Solomon, you might like it. I am just a stickler for a hint of believablity. I can do campy. I can do fight scenes. Blood doesn't run me away from a movie. I loved the Ten Commandments but...But don't shake them all in hat and ask me to call it a good movie. Don't hit me with a cheap ending and then expect me to call it inspirational.


OneChele said...
LOL! OMG - you really hated it, huh. First off, it was scruffy Denzel so I was pre-inclined to like it.Also I have the ability to completely suppress my disbelief and just go with the movie, suspending all reality. Even when it's side-eye worthy (like the bouncing bullets and ducktaped stomach wound). Aw well, we'll agree to disagree on this one ;-)


CareyCarey said...
LOL with OneChele. I had completely forgot about the stomach wound or the bouncing bullets.Okay, maybe Denzel had been shot before so he had that duck tape in his pocket. You know, gut shots at close range doesn't have to be deadly, right. Maybe I shouldn't be so picky?But Chele, I loved most of the special affects, but it appears as if they ran out of money by the time they got to the "river crossing scene". I mean, when Denzel and ol'girl were in the boat, it looked like they borrowed that back drop from The Bird Man Of Alcatraz.Yep, it looks like we are divided on this one. You gave it 4 1/2 purple shoes. I gave it 10 toes down. See you at the movies.Oh, I hear Percival Everett has a new book. Angela Bassit and her husband, Courtney, are in the process of trying to bring his older one "Erasure" to the screen (so I've been told). Maybe we'll meet again. Do come back. Don't be a stranger.


FreeMan said...
Man I thought we could talk freely now about the movie. That's why I waited til you put something up. I didn't even want to comment on the movie. Just call me Fat Head then...

CareyCarey said...
Freeman, you fathead! :-)


Maxine said...
Sounds like a waste of time...I wonder if it will even come to Australia. I haven't seen it advertised here at all. It'll probably turn up 3 months down the track...everything does that here, even the weather.Thanks for the honesty one again, Carey.

NOW THAT WE'VE ARGUED, I JUST WANNA TA TA YOU BABY!


Politics, what are they good for? Sometimes in the heat of the battle, we forget what it's all about. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, but I don't know anything about that. I do know it's a family affair, so sometimes I just need to ta ta you baby.













Thursday, July 29, 2010

ADDENDUM & REMIX OF THE BLACK GLENN BECKS.


The Pied Piper of Hamelin is the subject of a legend concerning the departure or death of a great many children from the town of Hamlin, Germany, in the Middle Ages. The earliest references describe a piper, dressed in pied (multicolored, LIKE A PIMP) clothing, leading the children away from the town never to return. In the 16th century the story was expanded into a full narrative, in which the piper is a rat-catcher hired by the town to lure rats away with his magic pipe. When the citizenry refuses to "pay the piper" for this service, he retaliates by turning his magic on their children, leading them away as he had the rats.

Now, look at that pimpish dressing pied piper. From his perspective, his intentions may be good , but we all know that pimps are very selfish individuals. They talk a lot of garbage in a mesmerising tone, but again, they have an agenda that soothes their own needs.

IT'S THEIR AGENDA AND THEY DON'T CARE WHO THEY HURT!

For clarity sake, and to move this post to it's proper context, lets view the pied piper as any one of a number of news outlets and bloggers. Some of the news shows have fancy looking sets, just as some bloggers. The blogger and the news outlets continue their commonalities by expressing issues that are of special interest them, just like the pied piper and the pimp. The pimp gets paid, television shows get paid, and so does the blogger. Again, as with the selfish ways of the pimpish piper, each of them are on a mission which requires a few gullible and unsuspecting souls.

Regardless of their intent, their words can be very damaging. Glen Becks or Black Necks, if they're out of pocket, they can't hide. There's a responsibility that goes along with their opinions.


Addendum: I've received a few e-mails concerning this post. Consequently, as you read this piece, keep in mind that I am only talking about those that berate Obama for ever perceived misstep. Some of them do not tell their readers that they are republicans that would love nothing more than to see him removed from office. Hiding behind that secret, they persuade others to talk negatively about him. It's an old trick and it works. I view them as Glen Becks in black face. They think all black folks are gullible fools. They think they are slick by saying... lets talk politics. They even slide under the disguise of talking about issues that are dear to the black person's heart, like the firing of USDA official. But then, when you're in their house (blog), they bring out the beat down stick. They are not hard to spot (sometimes). Their words will not have a kind word for Obama. Sometimes they'll slide in a bone, like, he's okay BUT.....



Now enters RiPPa http://www.rippdemup.com/

**as part of the addendum, RiPPa will return later in this post, so keep reading "half way down" to read his exact words **

And Val http://commentarybyval.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-african-american-woman-run-over.html

And, I am sorry, but as my momma said, "I have to get that ass where they do dey dirt"

At the very beginning of my blogging experience, RiPPa has been what I called my mentor. We have debated many issues. We agreed on many of them, but today we are standing on different sides of the street. He came by to comment on my last post, so in essence, he sort inspired this one. We can not agree on posts "Banjo Man" and Telephone Negro http://careycarey-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/07/telephone-tele-negro-is-that-what-you.html


Those eyes at the top of this post belongs to Val. Really, those eyes are part of her profile. She's black (I think) and she calls her blog, Commentary by Val. Although my earlier posts were not directed solely at her, we had a conversation yesterday(@ her blog) that I'm compelled to address. She has since deleted my comments, and I understand why.

Is she a pimp?

I don't think so.

Is she a blogger?

Yes.

Is she a pied piper?

Ummm, could be.


A question has been asked, would you take Obama or an unidentified Republican? Well, as we "speak" there are forces at work in war rooms, that are vigilantly plotting a strategy to but their man or woman in office. The tried and true, divide & conquer technique is one of their best weapons.

In walks the blogger Val. She's not alone. Many blogger dress like Val, and consider their messages of vital importance, however, I am looking at the errs of their ways.

To be fair, I don't believe most of them have even considered the damage their words can have on the realities of the black experience. Either they have not done enough solid hard thinking on this issue, or their personal agendas have blocked it out of their minds. But in the case of Val, I've since discovered that she knew what she was doing.

But first, it's no secret that our president Obama, has made a few misstep in his maiden voyage. That's to be expected. The center of this discussion concerns the firing of the USDA official, who I love because she stood strong and said, THAT'S MY PRESIDENT!

Yet today, my concerns are not about the issues surrounding that madness.

Today, I have a keen eye on the pimping ways of some pied pipers. Case in point, the actions of one blogger that goes by the name of Val. I am using her as an illustration of what could happen, and does happen, if we do not pay attention to the motives of some bloggers. More so, what we hear from them, and whose ass we are biting, should be a serious concern. And since this incident happened yesterday, lets take a fresh look.

Val opened with a discussion on the fired USDA official. Her words caught my ear because they were filled with the convenient hater-aid of president Obama. Although the issue was about the firing of the official, her words had a different flavor. Nevertheless, many black bloggers joined in the negative banter. They didn't know where she was going. You know, that's what humans do, it's not their fault. Ninety percent of the time, if negativity falls on the floor, negativity will follow. One individual did not fall for the Okie Doke. [Don]He said,

Val, I would like for someone of your intelligence to step outside of the box every now and then. We don't really know what transpired. But whose to say that Obama didn't trust his staff to make the right decision after being notified on Sherrod remarks. Then, once the ish hit the fan, it was brought to Obama's attention that an injustice had been performed and he right'd the wrong?


However, his words and mine were in the minority. Most of the people were following Val's lead of negativity. Then, later in the day, just like the pied piper, she lowered the boom. Look at her words:

"And that's exactly why I think we'll be better off without Obama in the White House. He's so afraid of angering racist Whites that he does nothing for African Americans. As if we aren't real Americans, like the Tea Party folks believe"

So, it's obvious her logic is in dire need of repair, but she had already worked her magic by persuading others to point an evil finger at President Obama. If one listened to her message of throwing out the baby with the bath water, we would be appointing an unidentified republican to lead us to the promise land. It could be Sarah Palin, and we all know she loves black folks. It could be a closet member of The Tea Party? We all know racists and bigots have become very covert in their evil ways. Who knows who it could be? I don't, and at the present time, I do not believe anyone has a clue. So her proposal is absolutely loony. It's ridiculous beyond my comprehension.



But check this. RiPPa hurried to Vals blog and said "Hey Val, seen you over at Field's and I've read your commentary for some time over there. However this is my forst time visiting after running into a discussion of this very post on another blog. That blogger didn't take too kindly to what you said here about Obama. For the record, I agree 100% with what you said here. Glad to have found your blog.



See, birds of a sneaker feather, flock together. Be very careful of the black snakes. I mean, he wants Obama out of office because he's afraid of white folks??? Now if that ain't some dumb sh*t. Listen, sneaky ass republican think all black folks are damn fools.

Look, like any marriage, there will be certain issues that cause stress, however, we shouldn't let a few issues divide, conquer and spoil the union with our president. We should never forget to remember the past.

Many black bloggers believe their negative opinions of president Obama are needed to keep him honest. They also believe their words are reaching a source that can solve their proposed problems. Yet, in reality, their words are only reaching a black audience. Much of what they are saying can be found on the 10 o'clock news. Don't get it wrong, I am not minimizing the importance of spreading a message to people of color. In fact, that's the core of this post.

If those messages are filled with nothing but negativity, are the black bloggers acting in a pimpish fashions? Are they dressing to impress like the pied piper? Are their rewards rooted in selfishness, just like the pimp, that plays with the minds of the unsuspecting? Are their egos, blog awards, and hits, more important than the adverse affect of their negative banter? Are they more concerned with advertising dollars and book sells, than they are with the consequences of their unbalanced words? Who are they influencing, and what's the message? What, that it's okay to spread gossip about our president because other bloggers do it? I wish they would straighten up, so that mess will slide off their backs. It's not clever and it's not cute.

I know my position is not popular, but I, and others, have seen the adverse affects of Pulpit Pimpin' Bloggers, that can not define the motives behind their finger pointing. Until someone shows me the rewards of their negative "whippings", other than "could be's', should be's and possibilities, I am going to stick with the facts and say, "miss me with that bullsh*t". Every eye is not closed. And I suggest they look deep in their hearts to find the real motives behind their words. I don't think they know, or do not want to drop their secret. It may not be their fault. Some people are constitutionally incapable of seeing the truth.

Even if the motives are based on good intentions, those intentions pale in comparison with reality. I hope they can show me their finished products, that do not included blog awards, slaps on the back, and porous opinions.

Look at that pimping Pied Piper in the picture. He's black, he's dressed in bright colors, and he's obviously playing a splendid tone, but who are those guys following him? And why? More importantly, what are they getting from the pimpin', pied pipe-in' bloggers?

LOOKIE HERE! SAMBOS BEWARE, SOMEBODY WAS LISTENING!


Some nice people @ the blog, "fire, wit, wisdom, pain and beauty from the black blogsphere" highlighted my post on the Sambos of the black blog world.

Yes sir, someone heard the right call. I will assume that others did as well, but they said it loud, like they are black and proud.




Yep, the big WHOA!!!

I don't know who ran that post, but I like to say THANK YOU! I am so pleased that my efforts did not go in vain.


Here's the link to their blog... http://wordslikewhoa.com/play-it-again-sambo/

They don't play over there. Straight from the hip.


There's no place to hide in the black blogsphere.... if you're not doing the right thangs. So watch-out! When you least expect it, you may be elected. You can read about the negro-"lights" in the above link.



Wednesday, July 28, 2010

SOMETIMES I HAVE TO GET AWAY FROM MY WOMAN BECAUSE SHE'S KILLING ME.


This is not a story of unrepentant love, nor the villainous trail of a night-stalker. But my woman is killing me. If loving her is wrong, I don't want to be right, but sometimes I have to catch my hat.

See, I am one spoiled brotha. From my perspective, I have the best woman in the world. The love she has shown me, has turn me into a lazy man, and that's killing me.

I don't have to iron my own clothes or take out the trash. I once loved to see the fresh creases in my clothe that I picked up from the cleaners, but they ain't got nothing on her. She looks at me like I am crazy if I even think about putting a shirt in the cleaners. That's not a bad thing but she's killing me.

She loves to cook and I love to eat, and my weight is getting out of hand. Sometimes I get so stuffed, I can't do anything except lay down like a hibernating bear. The woman is killing me.

When I am at her house, she always smells delicious and the house has a soft smell. We love the same music and she's the procurer of all of it. I just sit on my lazy behind and enjoy the moments.

Every morning she goes to the gym. If I stayed over, she doesn't grind her coffee like she normally does or turn on my lights, because she said she doesn't want to wake me. When she's gone, I roll over to the middle of the bed and continue working on my fat cells. You know, doing nothing but wondering when she's coming back to fix me breakfast.

She even reads all my ridiculous scribblings... before anyone else. She always says, that's pretty good. See, she knows what to say, she strokes me and she's killing me at the same time. I know much of my writings are in dire need of correction. But, she makes me feel good.

I know, I'm a spoiled fat slob. Well, I'm not a slob but my woman is killing me. I don't even have to wash her car, although I did add a pint of oil last month. That reminds me, she even picks out my clothes. She takes my suits to the clothing store and matches them with a tie. I know... I know...

At my house, I don't even wash my own dishes or vacuum or dust, she won't let me. Well, maybe I should say I am lazy and she can't stand the mess. But while I am at my house, I do put my own dirty clothes in laundry bags, so I can take them to her house. Hey, I have to load them in her car.

Besides, I need to get out and do some serious exercising. I love to ride my bicycle but the one I have is at her house, and when I go there, she kills me. I can smell the pound cake she's cooking right now. And since she does all the grocery shopping (mine and hers) I'll have to remind her to get the whipped cream and strawberries. Heck, while she's out, I think I'll ask her if she would stop by the Red Box or Blockbusters to pick up a couple of movies. But wait, I better be careful because she might select one of those Tyler Perry films and that would definitely kill me.

Yep, my woman is killing me, but if loving her is wrong, I don't want to do right. I just have to get away from her, sometimes.


Monday, July 26, 2010

WOMAN, LET ME PUT THIS BUG IN YOUR EAR.


It is an easy thing for one whose foot in on the outside of calamity to give advice and to rebuke the sufferer -- Aeschylus


"Girl, I'd never put up with that" is what we say to our friends.


"I ain't trying to get in your business, but you should leave his ass"

Now, don’t take this ass whoopin’ personally. However, this post is going to piss-off a few folks. Well, particularly those individuals that are quick to give advice on topics in which their reference or source of knowledge is woefully flawed.

In reference to maintaining a lasting relationship, what kind of a special kind of fool would I be if listened to someone that has never had a lasting relationship, and/or is not presently in a "good" relationship?


This is going to hurt me more than it’s going to hurt you, but listen. Although it’s been said – many times and many ways – some folks can’t stand the truth. But if you don’t trust me, or have more faith in the female race, lets put on our rabbit ears and listen to a few honest women.

Now, before we begin, check this, these women have no reason to lie. Granted, there are those that are constitutionally incapable of telling the truth, but today, these women don’t even know we’re listening.

Miss Tigrrrr: “Too be honest, I think many of the women who are married are women who knew from the get-go that marriage was one of the things they wanted most in life. And somebody (probably momma) gave them some good pointers on how to get and keep a man's attention”

See, Miss Tigrrr is talking a whole lot of facts! But let’s not stop there. She also said, “In my 20's I expected to be pursued and somehow the whole thing would magically happen. In my 30's I had fun being single. In my 40's, marriage was starting to look like a bad deal - all work, no play. Now in my 50's, I can only afford to marry somebody who is gonna make the rest of this journey easier (financially, emotionally, spiritually.)”


Now, I don’t think I have to explain her words, but I’ll get back to them. Let’s sneak up on another honest woman. There’s Cookie, let’s we see what she has to say. Cookie: “ I was in a very abusive marriage. I stayed with my husband far too long because I thought all men were like him. Until I met my new guy, I realized I’d never been around good men. My father was not in my life and my mother has been married 5 times. My sister’s husband has been in and out of jail, and all my uncles are dogs”


Boy oh boy, Cookie’s words spoke volumes. But listen, the next woman sends a message that most women would love to champion. But see, even though several women raised their pom poms, I think most men will hear a different tune.

Blu Jewel’s open letter http://mentallyspeaking.blogspot.com/2010/01/open-letter-2-moved-on.html. It starts off like this: “First let me preface this by saying that I am in no way bitter, angry, or any negative emotion one can think of. In fact, I’m completely lucid, emotionally liberated, and happy; very happy. Furthermore, none of this is said to hurt, insult or offend, but merely to express some things that were not previously said.

My moment of sublime emotional clarity came when I realized that while I’m the gold at the end of the rainbow, you are simply not ready for receiving what 1) has always been yours and 2) that you’re afraid to be rich with all the emotional rewards that come with being with a woman like me”



Oh yeah! That was good, but I’ll bet a dollar to a dime, that after reading the whole letter, a man’s view will be completely different. Yes sir, a few good women stood up and cheered, but I am left to wonder if they knew exactly what they were cheering about? Hey, don’t ask yourself, ask a man. I mean, a woman may hear bells of freedom, but... for whom does the bell really toll?

What’s your point, Carey?


I am glad you asked, and I’m gonna give it my best shot! Tigress said, momma said. Cookie said, she didn’t know. Blu Jewel gave her point of view about "herself"! It was not the man's point of view.

If everyone agrees to handle the truth, I’ll move forward. Well, like it or not, I’m going there. I am of the opinion that if a person shows me who they are, I should believe them. Meaning, I am looking to see if they are walking the talk or just giving their opinion.

Within the previous heartfelt letters and testimonies, I heard something loud and clear. I heard... “Don’t follow the yellow brick road”... aka, the wrong ass.

Statistics say the abused will frequently become the abuser. I believe those words to be true. In fact, I know they are. Of all the women that are presently without a good man, I wonder how many of them came from a broken home? If I was a gambling man, I’d bet those numbers are huge. I also wonder how many women learned their womanly skills from their mother, who may not have been a good role model? Don’t get me wrong nor miss the point. Feeding and clothing a child is one thing, but showing them the proper way to voice their concerns is a different story. Sometimes we get the wrong messages from those we love.
To stick and stay – with a man – may not be the best way. To tolerate abuse, may not be the best move. It’s my opinion that if a woman is absent of two very important elements in her life – a good father AND a good mother – chances are, she will struggle with the image of a good man. More importantly, she might have a hard time interacting with one. Also, she may resort to asking the wrong questions to the wrong individuals.

It’s been said that if a doctor prescribes their own cure, they have a fool for a physician.

Ask not, want not! Women should ask men – about men -- not women. Don’t ask your neighbor (sistah gurl) ask a man! The truth is a tough titty, but if it's not sucked, one might be be found saying... "Bitch Is The New Intelligent Black Woman", or something like that.

In short, watch who's ass you followig? The life you save, could be your own.

Think not? Don't be afraid to tell me why.

Friday, July 23, 2010

ANSWER THE QUESTION, WITH YOUR BANJO PLAYING ASS.

Look at that monkey-see-monkey-do-negro. Look at them booty lips. But what's he playing on that banjo? Well, if you listen real good, he's playing Mr Charlie's favorite tune, stomp that colored fella.

Let me cut to the chase. Some negro political blogs should change their names to BootyForSell. That's right, flash a red sign and adorn it with purple lips and a fat ass. You know, them big booty lips that compliment deep ass kissing. But wait, dez some smart Negros that may not know the errs of their ways.


I mean, they have great writing skills that most would die for, but they ain't talking about a gawd damn thang except what Obama has done wrong.


Listen, I am a ride or die Obama supporter that....


"HOLD UP CAREY, WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO STOP HERO WORSHIPING?"


No, you hold up and you can blow that outcha ass. I mean, you should define hero worshiping. I know you may believe that's a clever phrase, but it's nothing more than a tired and trite remark that allows you to run from the truth. Get back to me with your definition of a hero worshiper.


But first, tell me, who would you rather have in office, Obama or Mr Charlie? I know the Banjo Man (or Lady) will have a hard time answering that question. Well, since they claim to be supporting Obama's mission, they can't say Mr Charlie. On the other hand, if they DO say Mr Charlie, I'd say "give me his name" who would you replace him with? And, since these are smart Negros, they wouldn't say anybody except President Obama. I mean, that reply would instantly discredit them. And lord knows what that would do to their egos.

That reminds me, I believe much of their whimsical hater-aid is rooted in an ego that's in grave need of constant stroking. You know, that need to sound all intellectual. What else could justify their negative rants about our presidents?

"But Carey, we can't give him a pass just because he's black"

Who said anything about giving him a pass you knuckle head? And again, if not Obama than who?! See, some folks wish to run from that question. Really, that's the big elephant in this house. If you can't stop the elephant, then your house will become very raggedy. And, you're gonna get stomped with that garbage hanging from you mouth.


Malcolm said, "if your kitchen is dirty, your house is dirty"


So, would it be right to invite someone to a nasty home? Remember, the elephant is still there. He ain't going to disappear because the question is side stepped. Consequently, until the chicken head naysayers can tell me the purpose behind their eloquent dissing of President Obama, I can't help but believe they are unconsciously soothing a soul that needs to sound intelligent. Or, they are secretly supporting Mr Charlie. I mean, they have to know their words are a cheap cloned edition of Mr Charlie's fan club.


I wish they would just speak the truth and come out of the closet. I wish they would change their blog names to Black Booty For Sale: The place of intelligent BIG BOOTY for your disposal.


"But again carey, we can't give Obama a pass because he's black, we have to make him accounting"


Okay, one mo gin for all the circle jerks. Do you really think you are making him accountable by mimmicking the words of his arch rivals?! I mean, really? Even if you say yes  (some fool would say that), what's the payoff? Would your words move people toward Obama or away from him? Don't duck now, but the Big Ass Elephant is back in the house. If not Obama than who? Yeah yeah yeah, you're making him accountable.  Well, miss me with that because that method of making him accountable is akin to putting ones tooth under their pillow.

I know this post will not get me invited to soft music and satin sheets, but as Martin Luther King said, "Many people fear nothing more terrible than to take a position which stands out sharply and clearly from the prevailing opinion. The tendency of most is to adopt a view that is so ambiguous that it will include everything and so popular that it will include everybody"


So do me baby, cuz I ain't scared. Use me to do the thangs you do, because I sho am using you to do the thangs YOU do.
That's right, I've said this before, but if it was right then, it needed to be said, one more time.


And, I'm coming back with another post titled "Tell a Nigga, Telephone".

GLEN BECK, OR BLACK NECKS, YOU CAN'T FOOL ME.


The Pied Piper of Hamelin is the subject of a legend concerning the departure or death of a great many children from the town of Hamlin, Germany, in the Middle Ages. The earliest references describe a piper, dressed in pied (multicolored, LIKE A PIMP) clothing, leading the children away from the town never to return. In the 16th century the story was expanded into a full narrative, in which the piper is a rat-catcher hired by the town to lure rats away with his magic pipe. When the citizenry refuses to "pay the piper" for this service, he retaliates by turning his magic on their children, leading them away as he had the rats.

Now, look at that pimpish dressing pied piper. From his perspective, his intentions may be good , but we all know that pimps are very selfish individuals. They talk a lot of garbage in a mesmerising tone, but again, they have an agenda that soothes their own needs.

IT'S THEIR AGENDA AND THEY DON'T CARE WHO THEY HURT!

For clarity sake, and to move this post to it's proper context, lets view the pied piper as any one of a number of news outlets and bloggers. Some of the news shows have fancy looking sets, just as some bloggers. The blogger and the news outlets continue their commonalities by expressing issues that are of special interest them, just like the pied piper and the pimp. The pimp gets paid, television shows get paid, and so does the blogger. Again, as with the selfish ways of the pimpish piper, each of them are on a mission which requires a few gullible and unsuspecting souls.

Regardless of their intent, their words can be very damaging. Glen Becks or Black Necks, if they're out of pocket, they can't hide. There's a responsibility that goes along with their opinions.


Addendum: I've recieved a few e-mails concerning this post. Consequently, as you read this piece, keep in mind that I am only talking about those that berate Obama for ever precieved misstep. Some of them do not tell their readers that they are republicans that would love nothing more than to see him removed from office. Hiding behind that secret, they persuade others to talk negatively about him. It's an old trick and it works. I view them as Glen Becks in black face. They think all black folks are gullible fools. They think they are slick by saying... lets talk politics. They even slide under the disquise of talking about issues that are dear to the black person's heart, like the firing of USDA officail. But then, when you're in their house (blog), they bring out the beat down stick. They are not hard to spot (sometimes). Their words will not have a kind word for Obama. Sometimes they'll slide in a bone, like, he's okay BUT.....



Now enters RiPPa http://www.rippdemup.com/

And Val http://commentarybyval.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-african-american-woman-run-over.html

At the very beginning of my blogging experience, RiPPa has been what I called my mentor. We have debated many issues. We agreed on many of those issues, but today we are standing on different sides of the street. He came by to comment on my last post, so in essence, he sort inspired this one. We can not agree on posts "Banjo Man" and Telephone Negro http://careycarey-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/07/telephone-tele-negro-is-that-what-you.html


Those eyes at the top of this post belongs to Val. Really, those eyes are part of her profile. She's black (I think) and she calls her blog, Commentary by Val. Although my earlier posts were not directed solely at her, we had a conversation yesterday(@ her blog) that I'm compelled to address. She has since deleted my comments, and I understand why.

Is she a pimp?

I don't think so.

Is she a blogger?

Yes.

Is she a pied piper?

Ummm, could be.


A question has been asked, would you take Obama or an unidentified Republican? Well, as we "speak" there are forces at work in war rooms, that are vigilantly plotting a strategy to but their man or woman in office. The tried and true, divide & conquer technique is one of their best weapons.

In walks the blogger Val. She's not alone. Many blogger dress like Val, and consider their messages of vital importance, however, I am looking at the errs of their ways.

To be fair, I don't believe most of them have even considered the damage their words can have on the realities of the black experience. Either they have not done enough solid hard thinking, on this issue, or their personal agendas have blocked it out of their minds. But in the case of Val, I've since discovered that she knew what she was doing.

But first, it's no secret that our president Obama, has made a few misstep in his maiden voyage. That's to be expected. The center of this discussion concerns the firing of the USDA official, who I love because she stood strong and said, THAT'S MY PRESIDENT!

Yet today, my concerns are not about the issues surrounding that madness.

Today, I have a keen eye on the pimping ways of some pied pipers. Case in point, the actions of one blogger that goes by the name of Val. I am using her as an illustration of what could happen, and does happen, if we do not pay attention to the motives of some bloggers. More so, what we hear from them, and whose ass we are biting, should be a serious concern. And since this incident happened yesterday, lets take a fresh look.

Val opened with a discussion on the fired USDA official. Her words caught my ear because they were filled with the convenient hater-aid of president Obama. Although the issue was about the firing of the official, her words had a different flavor. Nevertheless, many black bloggers joined in the negative banter. They didn't know where she was going. You know, that's what humans do, it's not their fault. Ninety percent of the time, if negativity falls on the floor, negativity will follow. One individual did not fall for the Okie Doke. [Don]He said,

Val, I would like for someone of your intelligence to step outside of the box every now and then. We don't really know what transpired. But whose to say that Obama didn't trust his staff to make the right decision after being notified on Sherrod remarks. Then, once the ish hit the fan, it was brought to Obama's attention that an injustice had been performed and he right'd the wrong?


However, his words and mine were in the minority. Most of the people were following Val's lead of negativity. Then, later in the day, just like the pied piper, she lowered the boom. Look at her words:

"And that's exactly why I think we'll be better off without Obama in the White House. He's so afraid of angering racist Whites that he does nothing for African Americans. As if we aren't real Americans, like the Tea Party folks believe"

So, it's obvious her logic is in dire need of repair, but she had already worked her magic, by persuading others to point an evil finger at President Obama. If one listened to her message of throwing out the baby with the bath water, we would be appointing an unidentified republican to lead us to the promise land. It could be Sarah Palin, and we all know she loves black folks. It could be a closet member of The Tea Party? We all know racists and bigots have become very covert in their evil ways. Who knows who it could be? I don't, and at the present time, I do not believe anyone has a clue. So her proposal is absolutely loony. It's ridiculous beyond my comprehension.
But check this. RiPPa hurried to Vals blog and said "Hey Val, seen you over at Field's and I've read your commentary for some time over there. However this is my forst time visiting after running into a discussion of this very post on another blog. That blogger didn't take too kindly to what you said here about Obama. For the record, I agree 100% with what you said here. Glad to have found your blog.
See, birds of a sneaker feather, flock together. Be very careful of the black snakes. I mean, he wants Obama out of there because he's afraid of white folks. Now if that ain't some dumb sh*t. Sneaky ass republican think all black folks are damn fools.

Look, like any marriage, there will be certain issues that cause stress, however, we shouldn't let a few issues divide, conquer and spoil the union with our president. We should never forget to remember the past.

Many black bloggers believe their negative opinions of president Obama are needed to keep him honest. They also believe their words are reaching a source that can solve their proposed problems. Yet, in reality, their words are only reaching a black audience. Much of what they are saying can be found on the 10 o'clock news. Don't get it wrong, I am not minimizing the importance of spreading a message to people of color. In fact, that's the core of this post.

If those messages are filled with nothing but negativity, are the black bloggers acting in a pimpish fashions? Are they dressing to impress like the pied piper? Are their rewards rooted in selfishness, just like the pimp, that plays with the minds of the unsuspecting? Are their egos, blog awards, and hits, more important than the adverse affect of their negative banter? Are they more concerned with advertising dollars and book sells, than they are with the consequences of their unbalanced words? Who are they influencing, and what's the message? What, that it's okay to spread gossip about our president because other bloggers do it? I wish they would straighten up, so that mess will slide off their backs. It's not clever and it's not cute.

I know my position is not popular, but I, and others, have seen the adverse affects of Pulpit Pimpin' Bloggers, that can not define the motives behind their finger pointing. Until someone shows me the rewards of their negative "whippings", other than "could be's', should be's and possibilities, I am going to stick with the facts and say, "miss me with that bullsh*t". Every eye is not closed. And I suggest they look deep in their hearts to find the real motives behind their words. I don't think they know, or do not want to drop their secret. It may not be their fault. Some people are constitutionally incapable of seeing the truth.

Even if the motives are based on good intentions, those intentions pale in comparison with reality. I hope they can show me their finished products, that do not included blog awards, slaps on the back, and porous opinions.

Look at that pimping Pied Piper in the picture. He's black, he's dressed in bright colors, and he's obviously playing a splendid tone, but who are those guys following him? And why? More importantly, what are they getting from the pimpin', pied pipin' bloggers?

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

HEY DEVIL, WHAT'S MY NAME? YOU SHOULD HAVE KILLED ME WHEN YOU HAD ME DOWN.

I was walking with the devil. Look at him, he's strong. He loved me and I loved him back. Crazy I know, but it's true. All that I am about to tell you is true.

If I could get high right now, I would. Are you kidding me, there is no greater feeling. That's real and very dangerous. If you didn't know, you don't want to know, because the sensations of some chemicals are better than the best orgasms. That's real and very dangerous.



If you didn't know, you don't want to know, because some drugs will actually bring on an orgasm. Yes, that's the truth and very dangerous. Who doesn't like orgasms?


You will not hear this from your local treatment center of your 10 o'clock news AND you might not want to, because some drugs hold back ejaculation which make some men feel like Tarzan. And, women love their Tarzans. That's the honest to God truth and that's real and very dangerous. Who doesn't want to boogie woogie all night long?


If I could get high right now, I would. Who wouldn't want to hold back the aging process? Some drugs do that, but you didn't hear that from me (and you will not hear that from anyone else), AND, you don't want to hear that. Some of the best athletes have the lowest heart rates, around 30-40 beats per second. An elevated heart rate means the heart is working harder. Stress, worry and pain are contributing factors to an increased heart rate. Some drugs will take away that worry and stress and leave you with a sense of ease and comfort. You don't want to hear that because it's an euphoria like no other. Some drugs produce a sleep with dreams that are colorful, peaceful and long lasting. Nothing in the world can touch it, and that's real and very dangerous.


All the above situations, sexual prowess, instant orgasms, long orgasms, multiple orgasms, sweet dreams, and a worry free mind are very dangerous. Not because of the championed adverse affects, it's because you're going to love it. Then, after a short period, the mind remembers all those sensations, BUT... and HOWEVER, unfortunately those same sensations will never be reached again without that same drug. No never, not ever, NEVER. But the mind sits and waits for it's lover to come back home. There will never be another lover like that lover. But the mind sits, and cries and yearns and waits.


This post was inspired by my closest friend that heard that cry, AND answered it. He was in the ministry, sitting right up in the pulpit, but unfortunately his demons called him back. He just called me today (July 19, 2010) and others have been whispering. We were walking this path together. For years we have been each others greatest support. Now I am left to wonder, what went wrong? I beleive he lost his faith.


If I could get high right now, today, I would, but I can't. I asked my friend if the drug still felt as good as in the old days. He said it felt even better. But let me go back a couple of days.


The other day I received an e-mail from another blogger. One part of the e-mail said, "Im gonna start getting more confrontational, but in a good way. I may be wrong from time to time, but Im sure people will put me in my place. I want to build a more dynamic blog, like yours, boo!"


Well, I've often questioned why I and other people blog? Although we seldom talk about it, I doubt there's not one of us who doesn't want to be sought out, liked, and admired. In no small way, our perceived popularity makes us or breaks us. It's like the wind beneath our wings.


However, I say to my friend and others, be careful what you ask for. I may be confrontational and I may be loud, that's because I have to be or I might get high. My brain will ply me with sweet memories of days long gone. It will try to render me helpless against that first wayward walk on the wild side, and then it's on again and again. That's a fact! So I have to say it loud and confront anything they may persuade me to forget the insanity driven consequences of taking that same path as my friend. And being confrontational is not for everyone.


I don't know what evil lurked in the heart of my best friend, but I know the devil had me in his mouth, but I slipped away with a little help.


Being loud, confrontational or what some would consider dynamic, or whatever, will not get one a bunch of comments or hits, but it's helping me to never forget the horrors of my past. I have to keep the problem close to me so that I am always working on solutions. Because I remember it, and I know I will hear it's cry, but I can't love it anymore.

A.Smith said...
Hm. Lots to think about and definitely cause to re-evaluate my thoughts on why some bloggers blog.Meanwhile, it's always worth noting that you never know what's going on behind someone's eyes and unless you do, your judgement should only go so far.Another good post, Carey.
July 20, 2010 7:13 AM

2cute4u said...
Different choices,good at firs but not wonderful in the end.. I really do wonder what your friend's going through, how he must feel right now.. Life's just unpredictable more often than not.
July 20, 2010 9:19 AM

CareyCarey said...
Good question 2cute4u! We talked on the phone for hours. There's a term we use called "clicked in". In spite of all the dreadful consequences of welcoming our lover back into our lives, once the brain is convinced that it needs that drug (clicked in), the consequences has no power to stop that first kiss. However, he told me that after the thrill was gone, he was left in a depressive state that he had never experienced. His shame, guilt and depressed mood took him so far down that he wanted to die. He said he couldn't find a place to hide. But the biggest problem that the average person does not hear nor understand is the old condition of the mind reverts right back to it's damaged state. No matter how long it's been in the healing process, that's just a distant memory. Meaning, it's open for suggestions of negative activity, negative people and places. It's confused and takes months and sometimes years to repair.
@ A. Smith, how you doing Ashley. Yes, you never know! I call this a personal blog because I have to talk about my inner most character flaws. It keeps me rooted in all my problems. I don't ever want to forget the dreadful consequences of my wayward activities, and a mindset that tells me I have arrived, so lets do it one more time. It (my mind) will tell me that things will be different (this time), but that's a lie. It will be much more debilitating. That's a fact AND very dangerous.Btw, did you read the post "love TKO"? You're in it.

July 20, 2010 11:42 AM
CareyCarey said...
2cute 4u, let me clean up a little something. You said "not wonerful in the end". Well, that depends on what you're talking about. The catch is, the consequences are not great, yes, but the drug will do what it's suppose to do. And that's what the mind remembers! Make no mistake about it, the drug is going to do it's job. But again, to reach your goal, you have to keep doing it and that's where the danger comes in.
July 21, 2010 4:22 AM

SO LOW YOU CAN'T GET UNDER IT. SO HIGH YOU CAN'T GET OVER IT!

Oh lawdy, I wouldn't want to be in a place, or condition for unwanted things or persons. But for some people, it appears to be a place of comfort. However, school is in session, and it's recess time, so lets see if we can shake a few people out of their limbo zone.


In some Christian theologies, a limbo is a region bordering upon hell and an abode after death for wayward souls. Now don't run, I am not going to thump my Bible upside your head. However, I don't know about you, but a limbo rack sounds like a hellava place to hang ones hat. I mean, why would I, or anyone, desire to be stuck in a mindset that had them living on the boarder of despair?


Well, as I said, school is in session and we are going out to the playground, so I need a few volunteers to make this a playful learning experience.

There's Asabagna and Faithsoulsistah over @ AfroSpear http://afrospear.com/2010/08/02/some-perspective-from-brother-carey/ They've just finished reading one of my posts.. Lets see what they have to say. I know this is going to be good.


First, the following are some of my words from that post:       "As I've said before (and if it was right then, it's right now) I am all for constructive feedback, but if the feedback is nothing but gripes and moans, sticks and stones, porous opinions, bitches with switches , I don't view that as constructive feedback. If someone tries to engage you in negative criticism about President Obama, stop, look and listen, and then ask them where they are going? Don't play another man's game and don't be nobodies fool"


Okay, let me add a little something. If someone is trying to convince another person to go their way (whatever way that may be), wouldn't it be wise for the listener to ask the purveyor where they are going? Shouldn't they stop and listen before they made the foolish mistake of jumping in a car with a stranger? If not, a person could find themselves in quite a limbo. But lets see what my playmates had to say. It's possible they're mind readers, or love going on ambiguous and dangerous journeys.

The following are a few words (quotes) from my naysay friends:



Asabagna said: In the words of a great unknown philosopher: “get the f*ck outta here!”  con't..."I am one of those who reject the idea that because Obama has a Black face, those in the Black community shouldn’t criticize him. This notion that to hold him accountable to the Black electorate, who overwhelmingly supported him, means one is an enemy on the "team", and you are playing "another man’s game" as well as being "someone’s fool" is just a form of groupthink brainwashing. This is really what is dangerous for it truly makes you a self-created deaf and blind fool!


I’m just saying, in the words of P.E.: "a brothah ain’t a brothah just because of color!".

Okay, it appears it's lost in LIMBO TIME! So low he can't get under it. I mean, first, his words are too ambiguous to put my hands under them. Did I ever say President Obama should not be criticized? Nope. More importantly,  I don't think my playmate knows the true definition of criticism. Furthermore, someone has to tell me their definition of    "hold him accountable"? Seriously, I doubt it means sitting in a room full of  ranting lunatics, mis-using and redefining the phrase "to critic/analyze".  How in the hell is that making him accountable? That's a fools errand. That concept is more akin to being a foolish and irresponsible negro. It appears the limbo bar is too high for my friend to see the errs of his thinking pattern. I wonder who's the true blind fool. A languid mind lacks the spirit to dig deep.

But lets listen to my next friend who is also trying to sneak under the limbo bar.

FaithSoulSistah said: I can’t agree with this man’s [talking about me (Carey)and my post] position. He seems to think we should not hold black people accountable for their actions because we are living under a racist system. This makes no sense to me. On the contrary, we should regularly critique our leaders as well as ourselves to ensure we are not helping to perpetuate the system that oppresses us.


Accountability is important! It is not a dirty word. I believe this blogger is being irresponsible by suggesting that Obama is above criticism. He is clearly trying to stir up the sentimental mood a lot of black folks felt at having a black president. Good luck with that. People are beginning to see through the lies and manipulation and realize they got played yet again. This time around it just happened to have been by a black man"

WHOA!!! Who and WTH  was she talking about. I mean, if one enjoys someone talking loud and bold but saying absolutely nothing, her words might be something to take home and cheer about. But again, until one of these limbo riders shows me some of their examples of "criticism" I am left to say "they can miss me with such ambiguous nothings? Mr. and Mrs. Ambiguity are holding the limbo bar too low? And, I'd like to know who they are making accountable, and what the hell  does that really mean!? ACCOUNTABLE? It most assuredly does not mean a gathering of people with different agendas, motives, and mis-understanding of the words constructive criticism.

A deeper issue is... accountable to what, when and where? And, what's the proper way to do that? I don't think it's regurgitating the 10 o'clock news. If I want to throw up yesterdays meal, I can stick my finger, down my own throat.

I think the bar is too high for some individuals to comprehend the intricate ways in which useful information is gathered, and the correct way to get it to it's intended audience. Besides, considering the word "we" implies a group, I would think all the ducks have to be in line or "we" are wasting our time.

If that group is not comprised of individuals with a precise focus, purpose and/or direction, the "we" are not going to accomplish "our" desired goal. Because, obviously, they don't know where in the hell "they" are going, nor how they are going to get there. "WE" might as well stick our heads out the window, or piss in wind, because "WE" will get the same results. Yep, a cloudy and confused head and a pissy hand.

I believe this limbo bar is too high for some to see the errs of their ways. But let me get something straight. In this group of "we", the above young lady believes she's being played by a black man (President Obama). I am sure her comment will make him accountable. Psst, not really, I don't really believe that. Then again, that bar is too low to even give her words consideration. It's glaringly obvious what she's on. Yet, she's part of that illusive team of "criticizers", naysayers, and chronic bitch and moaners.

But all goodbyes are not gone. At least there was one that is not lost in a limbo.

Anne Renne Onyewuchi: http://nachalooman.wordpress.com/ I don’t believe Carey is being irresponsible because he sees this thing from another perspective. What I hear the brother say is this:“If someone tries to engage you in negative criticism about President Obama, stop, look and listen, and then ask them where they are going?”“Negative” being the operative word. There are those folks out there, (not here in the Afrospear, thank God!) who are just trying to get blog hits and build their little blog empires. They are not interested in anything but controversy for its own sake and we ought to be aware when we engage–what’s it all about?

BINGO! It's that sim-ple-peo-ple. Fools go where wise men tread not! However there will be those who will believe in the following battle cry.
Well, listen to my next friend who hit my e-mail.


"One never needs a purpose, agenda, or goal
before expressing themselves civically-it is their duty of citizenship. My opinion"


Oh really, seriously?! Listen, that line of thinking speaks directly to exactly what I appose the most. What, it's a person's duty to express themselves without a purpose, agenda or goal!? That ideology has the flavor of a bunch of people kicking cans. No purpose, no direction, no results.

If a person does not have a defined reason or purpose for running their mouth (at least in their own mind), what's it all about? And, that's my basic point. Should pointed criticism have a purpose? Well, in the context of this post, I'd say that's a resounding yes sir. There is always a reason behind someones expressions, even if they cannot define that reason to themselves. That's the big elephant in this debate. Many people have never taken the time to understand or analyze why they say or do the things they do. And consequently, the repercussions of their words and/or action falls upon them and they're left to wonder why. Had they thought out the process before engaging in their wayward activity, they would have been in control of the outcome.

For some people, the bar will remain too high for them to get over. They will remain in the twilight zone of THE BIG LIMBO. They love ambiguity. It doesn't force them to participate in deep solid thinking. Their mis-usage of the word "critic" has turned them into small critters who walk under the bar. I wonder what solutions they are looking for? Or, are they just exercising their right to speak?

Monday, July 19, 2010

WHAT DO YOU MEAN I AM NOT BLACK: What's wrong with wearing a kilt?

Can a black man say he's a choir director without getting a strange look? Come on now, yawl saw Kat Williams in First Sunday. Can a black man say OH MY GOD, without receiving that same piercing glare? Isn't that a term reserved for chicks or white guys? And, instead of saying OMG, black men say, ain't that a bitch, don't they?


Real black men wear a mustache don't they? I know there are those that like going O.J. all the way, but I would rather wear tighty whiteys than cut the hair off my lip.

Can a black man say he doesn't watch any sports? That's blasphemy, isn't it? I don't know but it's tough being a black man.

See, I can't dunk a basketball and I've never been able to do the latest dance until after it's long gone. I am still working on the twist and the bankhead bounce.

It's tough being a black man, but I love being at a place in my life in which I don't have to wear someones name on my clothes. Is that a black thang, you know, wearing someones name? Tis is, or tis ain't, now I just pick out something that fits. If it fits, I don't care if it costs one dollar, it's mine. I never felt comfortable having a dudes name scrolling across my ass.

Maybe it's just me, but can a real black man say he doesn't eat chicken wings? Many black men have given up eating the pig, but they will eat the chicken's neck, and the chicken eats his friends poop.

I guess a man can wear what he wants, but a black barber shop is a place where a brotha better have his game tight. I've noticed some brothas stop their car a block from the barber shop if they're not playing the right music. Ooooh yeah, they wouldn't be caught dead listening to Bailey Rae or Ameh Larnieux. Silly isn't it, but it happens. Yes sir, out goes Brian Mc knight, in goes Tupac, Biggie or Jay-Z. Don't even mention driving up listening to Floetry... I love Floetry. I once was joked in the barber shop because I had on hush puppies. But sitting next to me was a guy wearing Scarface sneakers. Scarface tennis shoes, are you kidding me! The boy had Al Pacino's face all over his shoes. Scary ain't it? It must be a black thang.

It's ruff being a black man, but some roles are changing. I was with a women that ask me if I would still be with her if she couldn't cook? I said, "come on baby, you know I feel for you, but a black women that doesn't cook is like a new car without tires". I love to cook, but I think that's always been okay for a black man.

Just the other day I asked how to cook chicken wings. This one brotha broke out talking like Forrest Gump's friend. He said, I's the chicken wing king, I stews'em, I stuff'em, I's frys'em, I bar-bee-cue dem and I eat them by the boat load. But I'm hesitant to say what I like to cook (it's not chickens wings)because I don't want someone knocking on my door and asking me for my soul brother card.

I think I'll play it safe today. I have to get a hair cut and I am going to pull out my Jordan's' and a pair of jeans with someones name on the back pockets. I wouldn't be catch dead in a pair of Wranglers, well, unless I was cutting the grass. Nope, I'm not going to wear my Levi 501's in that shop. I love the fit of 501's but it's tough being a black man.

Pimpin' ain't easy, and being a black man is no walk in the park, but I wonder if women put men on the usual suspect list by what they wear? I do know men could care less about the design of a woman's nails, or if her purse was made by Coco Channel. But in your opinion, what disqualifies a man or a woman from the dating game? I know it's not as difficult being a black woman as it is being a black man. Nevertheless....



Would you wear this?

Or this?

I know.... it's tuff being a black person.

IT LOOKS LIKE ANOTHER LOVE TKO! BABY, I HAVE TO LET YOU GO.




The most dominate factors to my growth have come via my journey through love and pain. Those rewards did not come from the love of others. It was more about my ability to recover the love -- I lost -- for myself.

This post was inspired by:

Kit, http://keepittrill.blogspot.com/
A Smith, http://blackdiamond2008.blogspot.com/
Mizrepresents http://readingwritingblogging.blogspot.com/
Ms. Ann @ The Old Black Church http://theoldblackchurch.blogspot.com/


I love love love personal blogs. I view my blog as personal, but what do I have in common with the above women, and what do they have in common with each other? Well, they all have either lost a loved one, or are in the process of losing a loved one, or has written about the pain of supporting a loved one or letting them go. To some degree, I think everyone has been there.

My father never had to cut the cord from me. He didn't see my deepest struggles. He passed away at an early age.

Some of my greatest memories are the times I spent with my father. I loved to watch him play softball. Those were different days, they were slower times. Drug abuse and fatherless children were not the prevalent topics of discussion. I can remember going to far off places with my father and his softball team. Well, we lived in Illinois, and what seemed like a distant land, was nothing more than a small town or a corn field on the other side of the Mississippi River. But to me, it was a place of wonderment. Just as in the movie "The Field Of Dreams" the farmers built it and we played in it. Actually, I went to shag foul balls. Since the ball diamonds were carved out of corn fields or near a corn field, a foul ball, or a home run that landed in the corn, was worth 5 cents to the luckiest or fastest kid that retrieved the wayward Spalding. I was pretty fast and didn't mind getting scratched by the corn stalks.

After returning home, I shared my bounty with my brothers. Sometimes it would be as much as 1 dollar. A paltry sum by todays standards, but a kings ransom back then. The neighborhood movie cost twenty two cents. A fresh hot bag of popcorn could be had for a nickel, likewise for a small pop. Those were the days, 3 raggety black kids enjoying a day at the movies. I remember the joy on my fathers face. He was proud of me and my brothers, and pleased that we had a great time together.

My father was a man's man. In his last days I had to carry him to the bath room. He was to weak to walk the distance and to proud to take care of his business in his bed. I remember the look on his face - he couldn't do for his self. I still remember my loss for words. He didn't have to bare the pain of seeing me down, yet, I felt the pain of losing him. Although I no longer wear that pain, I remember what I had to go through to put it in it's proper place.

My mother saw me on the ground. She saw the depths of my struggles. I'll get back to her.

Kit, (above), has shared some of her recent struggles with her son. With the conviction and courage of a lion, she has shared her pain of a mother holding on to a son, that seems to be lost in a storm. She has documented that journey, which at times, has been very disturbing.

Many bloggers have gathered at her blog with words of encouragement and inspiration. One such blogger, A Smith (above), went there to share her story. She told of her lover that was struggling with drug abuse. Her lovers mother told her to run away from her son. It was her opinion that her son would drag A Smith to the ground. Even though Ms. Smith loved this man, she finally realize she had to let him go. She told him she couldn't do it anymore. They broke up and a few months later, her lover committed suicide.

A Smith dropped by Kit's blog to share a little compassion, empathy, and wisdom, on the process of going through her own storm. She said, although the ending to her story was not how she would have planned it, and was not without pain, she now believes the thought of letting go was much more painful than being in her present state. She said she still misses her guy, but the healing process began when she made the decision to let him go. Now there's a possibility for solutions, if only for herself.

How does a mother let go?





I am not a mother so I can't answer that question, but I know how my mother forced me to swim or die. She simply told me she had given it to God, and she was done. She couldn't do it any more.

After my biggest fall, my friends and family told me they had never seen my mother as low as those days of my turmoil. They said she was dying inside. While in my struggle, her feeling and emotions were never at the forefront of my mind. So, in retrospect, it was only fitting that she left me to my own demise. I am grateful that she cut the cord. She told me that my burial was paid and I had to sink or swim. Oh lord, did I sink, but I didn't drown. My gratefulness extends beyoud my obvious rewards, but moreso to the fact that my mother found the courage to release herself from my pain. There's an old school songs that goes... "when something is wrong with my baby, something is wrong with me".

I included Mizrepresents and Ann (above) because both of them have shared their journeys with me. I don't know if they've given any details of their lives so I will refrain from doing so in this post. However, through our common struggles, we've exchanged words of wisdom and words of encouragement. They may not know it, but their words have inspired me to continue to write and to continue to share in a courageous and honest way. Other people may not know it, but I know they cry... sometimes.

Maybe one day we will all sit down at the same table and have one big cry. Men do cry, and sometimes, tears come from joy, and hope, and the realization that it's gonna be alright in the morning.

Sometimes I’m up, sometimes I’m down
Oh, yes, Lord
Sometimes I’m almost to de groun’
Oh, yes, Lord

If you get there before I do
Oh, yes, Lord
Tell all-a my friends I’m coming too
Oh, yes, Lord

Nobody knows de trouble I’ve seen
Nobody knows de trouble but Jesus
Nobody knows de trouble I’ve seen
Glory Hallelujah!










By the way, they don't make music like that no mo'. It's another love TKO!

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. Lets do that again.  BC equals zero.  Okay, add 33 years and what do we have?  Well, 0 plus 33 equals 33, not zero. Hence, A. D cannot mean after the death of Christ.

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 leading to a furious fight. Hey, 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, was the question really answered? Who knows of Job’s genealogy? Who's the babies daddy and who's grandma?  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 believe 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.

Hey, I also 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 feel 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?

Also, 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 problem with 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 one race may win "that" race, yet he or she 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 runner with a narrow sight of victory and only feels victorious if he wins the race, has little chance of beating a thing called doubt and fear. 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 there is a "phrase" that says "call those things that are not, as if they already are")  but I am trying to stay in the race with a good spirit and a healthy mind.  Some may disagree with my observations and that's understandable.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

HOOTERS! EXCUSE ME, BUT WHY WOULD I WANT YOUR NASTY TITTY IN MY SOUP?!


I mean, there's nothing wrong with a little bump and grind, but please hold the floppy tit....  until after my meal. Listen, hot chicken wings dripping with the right sauce is one thing, but hot booty dripping with who knows what, is too hot for my taste. Besides, any ol' titty is not my babies titty. I mean, whose hooters are they anyway?

I am not the smartest guy in the world, but why would I want to go to a restaurant to be served by women that I don't know, who are walking around with their butts and titty hanging all over the place? Huh, could someone please tell me what's up with that mess? Don't tell me it's just a restaurant called Hooters.

Before you answer, or reply, lets flip the script. Suppose there was a joint called Long Dong's Silvery Thang. You know, a restaurant with guys walking around in thongs and jock straps. I can hear the conversation.

Patron: Excuse me sir, could you take this back, I don't want it.

Waiter: Is there something wrong?

Patron: Well, I didn't mind your thumb in my coffee, but when your peter started dripping in my soup, I had to draw the line.


That's nasty ain't it? And so is looking up someones nasty behind while I am eating my food. Look, some things just don't mix. Drinking and driving is against the law. So, what about the mixture of a hot steak, a stranger's booty, dick or hooter, and a drink? Shouldn't that be against the law? Heck, they've banned texting while driving because we can only do one thing at a time.

Don't get me wrong, if  MY  lady wants to fix me some fried chicken with all of her ass hanging out, I'm gonna say, go right ahead and get your naked ass in that kitchen and make some noise with those pots and pans. But O. P. P.( other peoples pumtang) ain't good for me.

When I think about that... you know, other people's "*****"(o.p.p.), it reminds me of another situation that makes me pause. Picture this, there's two or three guys sitting at a strip club. Now, the confused women that says "I'm just a college student working for tips" slides her pom poms over to a man and gives him a lap dance. Then she pops off of him and does the same for the next smiling face. And then the front door opens and in walks a guy that just left Hooter's. He sits down and gets his wiggle on. Now, the girl leaves, and the 3 pricks (hold their stiff pricks) are left sitting there with their pricks in their hands. Some things just don't mix.  Well,  I know I wouldn't want to be sitting there with 3 pricks with their Johnson's in their hands, and excitement on their face. That's not my kind of party.

Seriously, I know some people like a little burning hot oil to enhance their sexual pleasure. And some even go for candy panties. But why would I want to take my wife or my girl friend to a place where everybodies boobs are hanging out, except hers? Something just ain't right.

Maxine Beneba Clarke said...
Hear, hear. You should print this out & bill-post it outside every HOOTERS!
July 17, 2010 9:18 PM

CareyCarey said...
Hi Maxine,It's you and me baby, this post must have been too deep for the rest of the crowd *smile*. Or maybe everyone eats at Hooters and that's where their at right now? Or, the post was filled with too much nastiness for the good folks to comment? Or, it takes the insightful mind and bravery of a poet to say HEAR HEAR. But do guys really take thier dates to Hooters?
Whatever the case, it's you and me. So, since no one is around, do you want to talk nasty :-)If so, lets talk about boobs. I bet you can't wrap a poem around that *lol*
July 18, 2010 3:33 AM

BigmacInPittsburgh said...
I ain't scared Carey,(lol)you are on the money with your comment on Hooters,the joint is like every other business out here today they use sex to sell that nasty ass food!
July 18, 2010 7:00 AM

BigmacInPittsburgh said...
BTW,thanks for dropping by the Forest,always love your two cents.Gil Scott has always been a favorite of mine,the song the "Bottle" has a special meaning for me.
July 18, 2010 7:04 AM

Mizrepresent said...
Exactly, that is the main reason i will never eat there, lol!
July 18, 2010 9:47 AM

CareyCarey said...
Hush, be quiet Maxine, other folks have arrived. close your blouse.
Whatsup Big Mack Attack, it's so fitting that you and Mizrepresents dropped by. I'd like to suggest that you and Miz visit Maxine's blog. The women is a great poet, and she just posted a link to one of her performances. I was blown away by her "voice".
@ Miz, I remember when you were one of the few that commented when I posted some of Maxine poems. Now check this, since she's in Melbourne, we are going to steal her poems, and then you and I can get rich *lol*.
So Diane, you've never been to Hooters? Girl, I know you get your eat on and you can cook. So the next time I come to Georgia, I don't have to worry about taking you out to dinner *smile*. Well, at least not to Hooters. You probably don't like chicken wings anyway.
Btw Mac, I should have known the story behind you and "The Bottle". I don't know how it fits your father or your family, but I do know the story does not change. Again, I stole my post (on Gil) from Maxine.
July 18, 2010 11:47 AM