Tuesday, August 31, 2010

GLEN BECK AND HIS GIRL ALVEDA KING: A TRUE LOVE CONNECTION.

This post is not about shooting the messenger. It's about a little old lady that lived is a shoe. She wanted so much attention she didn't know what to do.

Well, although Alveda King's participation in Glen Beck's "rally" may have been honorable, she blew it! Not only did she drop the ball with her "cookie cutter" speech, she gave credence to a man that's the personification of a dormant cancer that has gained a new hold.

Is she a sell-out, Sambo or a puppet? Well, in my opinion, she has the qualities to wear many of their shoes. I know it's not a popular opinion to speak ill of her, but it has to be said. Her seemingly disdain (driven by the media & her own less than snide remarks) of Al Sharpton, led her to seek her own spot- light. She's not saying anything new. She's an old voice of LESS-THAN passive resistance. Some folks loooove that middle of the road approach.

Look, In the 60's four great men -- including her uncle -- where slaughtered. John Kennedy, Malcolm X, Bobby Kennedy, and her uncle were murdered because their voices made many uncomfortable. And, they were speaking for equality. They also had no problem pointing their fingers at the real roots of injustice. That being racism, wars, and the real perpetrators of violence. MLK said,

"Man fears nothing more terrible than to take a position that stands out sharply and clearly from the prevailing opinion. The tendency of most is to adopt a view that is so ambiguous that it includes everything, and so popular that it includes everyone"

I don't believe Alveda King heard his cry.

Listen, to focus on Glen Beck and those that mimic his sound bites, is akin to walking over 100 dollar bills to pick-up shiny pennies. In short, in this case (my opinion), it's not an attempt to shoot the messengers, my eyes are focused on the core of their message.

We all know what Glen Beck stands for. There's no need to call him a racist or a purveyor of hatred... he knows that. Alveda was invited to his party, and thus, given the perfect opportunity to be his Marcus Brutus. Yet, instead, she chose the role of huckleberry.

In subsequent interviews , she was again given many opportunities to right her ship, but oh no, she continued her championing of small delicate morsels of Glen Beck's speech. She picked and poked in his bag of tricks to find those that would serve her purpose, leaving behind those that would have made her uncle proud. Unlike Marcus Junius Brutus, who's father was killed by Pompey The Great, Alveda chose the route of a pulpit pimp, (using bits of scripture) making some folks smile while driving a knife in the wounds of racism and bigotry. She was not the offspring of Pompey, she was just a pompus pimp being pimp slapped by Glen Beck. He used her as one would a 3 hour hotel. Get in there baby, get up there, baby... ouuuweeee baby, you sho know what to say. Get down from there baby, and now get out of here Alveda King, and turn in the key.

She had the mic in her hand, and she could have pulled the trigger in the right direction. However, when I saw her interview on Larry King Live, her cross-hairs were on Rev Sharpton more than those that are trying to kill her uncle's dream.

I do not know anything about her political views nor her position on social issues, and I don't care. What I saw this weekend was enough to make me shake my head and say she and Glen Beck have a true love connection.

COME ON TYLER PERRY, IT SAYS FOR COLORED GIRLS.

Tyler Perry, hear my plea! This one is for you (take # 2)

Monday, August 30, 2010

GLEN BECK & MARTIN LUTHER KING AND THE MINDLESS MENANCE OF VIOLENCE

What can I say about Glen Beck that has not graced the pages of mainstream media? Huuuummm, I thought to myself, what could I add to that gumbo? Well, nothing - constructive - really. Then again, maybe I can talk about defining moments. Yes sir, that's the path I'll take.

Well, on Saturday, August 28 2010, after watching a few clips of Glen Beck's radio show -- gone wild -- on a platform in Washington D.C., I have come to a few conclusions. That must have been a defining moment for him and his party goers.

Well, after his stumble bumble poor excuse of a speech, he has to know he's not a speaker. I always thought a speech should include an imaginative lead that captures the listener's attention while creating a sense of immediate involvement. Without such, I can't help but believe an audience could be left waiting for the big bang theory. In the case of Glen Beck's -- float-float on -- allusion of a speech, it was not only absent of a professional opening, it lacked a body shaped by subject nor purpose. Obviously, there was no conclusion because there was nothing to resolve.

Glen Beck is not a speaker. He's a commercial break. You know, that boisterous sales pitch that intrudes our listening pleasure. Unfortunately though, some people love commercials. They remember the jiggles and they sing along. I never liked commercials except when I was a child watching Saturday morning cartoons. I loved to watch and wish upon a star that I might one day have all the fantastic toys and sugar glazed cereals that flashed across my television screen, instead of the oatmeal, toast and scrambled eggs, my mother presented to me. Looking back, I now understand what she meant when she said I would thank her later. Aside from her obvious message of proper nourishment, she said, "commercials don't mean anybody no good". Maybe that's why I don't listen to Glen Beck or those that mimic his sound bites. Well, at the very least, I listen with a very discerning ear.

In short, I think Mr Beck made the crucial mistake of telling his listeners to leave their violence inducing signs at home. Without such, those visual images of hatred and nonsense left his listeners with nothing to focus on. They had the look of lost sheep. For him and his followers, that day in the sun had to be moments to remember.

But it's over now, yet I wonder how we ever got there.

This is a time of shame and sorrow. It is not a day for politics. I have saved this one opportunity, my only event of today, to speak briefly to you about the mindless menace of violence in America which again stains our land and every one of our lives.

It is not the concern of any one race. The victims of the violence are black and white, rich and poor, young and old, famous and unknown. They are, most important of all, human beings whom other human beings loved and needed. No one - no matter where he lives or what he does - can be certain who next will suffer from some senseless act of bloodshed. And yet it goes on and on and on in this country of ours.

Why? What has violence ever accomplished? What has it ever created? No martyr's cause has ever been stilled by an assassin's bullet.

No wrongs have ever been righted by riots and civil disorders. A sniper is only a coward, not a hero; and an uncontrolled, uncontrollable mob is only the voice of madness, not the voice of reason.

Whenever any American's life is taken by another American unnecessarily - whether it is done in the name of the law or in defiance of the law, by one man or by a gang, in cold blood or in passion, in an attack of violence or in response to violence - whenever we tear at the fabric of our lives which another man has painfully and clumsily woven for himself and his children, whenever we do this then the whole nation is degraded.

"Among free men," said Abraham Lincoln, "there can be no successful appeal from the ballot to the bullet; and those who take such appeal are sure to lose their cause and pay the costs."

Yet we seemingly tolerate a rising level of violence that ignores our common humanity and our claims to civilization alike. We calmly accept newspaper reports of civilian slaughter in far-off lands. We glorify killing on movie and television screens and call it entertainment. We make it easy for men of all shades of sanity to acquire whatever weapons and ammunition they desire.


Too often we honor swagger and bluster and the wielders of force; too often we excuse those who are willing to build their own lives on the shattered dreams of other human beings. Some Americans who preach non-violence abroad fail to practice it here at home. Some who accuse others of inciting riots have by their own conduct invited them.


Some look for scapegoats, others look for conspiracies, but this much is clear: violence breeds violence, repression brings retaliation, and only a cleansing of our whole society can remove this sickness from our souls.

For there is another kind of violence, slower but just as deadly destructive as the shot or the bomb in the night. This is the violence of institutions; indifference and inaction and slow decay. This is the violence that afflicts the poor, that poisons relations between men because their skin has different colors. This is the slow destruction of a child by hunger, and schools without books and homes without heat in the winter.

This is the breaking of a man's spirit by denying him the chance to stand as a father and as a man among other men. And this too afflicts us all.

I have not come here to propose a set of specific remedies nor is there a single set. For a broad and adequate outline we know what must be done. For when you teach a man to hate and to fear his brother, when you teach that he is a lesser man because of his color or his beliefs or the policies that he pursues, when you teach that those who differ from you threaten your freedom or your job or your home or your family, then you also learn to confront others not as fellow citizens but as enemies, to be met not with cooperation but with conquest; to be subjugated and to be mastered.

We learn, at the last, to look at our brothers as aliens. Alien men with whom we share a city, but not a community; men bound to us in common dwelling, but not in a common effort. We learn to share only a common fear, only a common desire to retreat from each other, only a common impulse to meet disagreement with force. For all this, there are no final answers.

Yet we know what we must do. It is to achieve true justice among our fellow citizens. The question is not what programs we should seek to enact. The question is whether we can find in our own midst and in our own hearts that leadership of humane purpose that will recognize the terrible truths of our existence.

We must admit the vanity of our false distinctions among men and learn to find our own advancement in the search for the advancement of others. We must admit in ourselves that our own children's future cannot be built on the misfortunes of others. We must recognize that this short life can neither be ennobled or enriched by hatred or revenge.

Our lives on this planet are too short. The work to be done is too great to let this spirit flourish any longer in this land of ours. Of course we cannot banish it with a program, nor with a resolution.

But we can perhaps remember, if only for a time, that those who live with us are our brothers, that they share with us the same short moment of life; that they seek, as do we, nothing but the chance to live out their lives in purpose and in happiness, winning what satisfaction and fulfillment that they can.

Surely, this bond of common faith, this bond of common goals, can begin to teach us something. Surely, we can learn, at the least, to look around at those of us of our fellow man, and surely we can begin to work a little harder to bind up the wounds among us and to become in our hearts brothers and countrymen once again. - Robert F Kennedy, April 5, 1968, the day after the assassination of Martin Luther King Jr.


Wednesday, August 25, 2010

BOTTOMS UP!


This post was inspired by HappyNappyHead http://www.happynappyhead.com/. The original title was, PAY ATTENTION.... Attention Whores.


My mother said: "Boy, lift up your head and pay attention to me".


A Friend: "Glad you've returned to blogging with a vengeance. (After one of the shortest retirements in blogging history, I might add. Some--not me, mind you--might call you attention wh*** behind that move. LOL)



This post is not about my mother nor my friend. This post is about bloggers and the words "attention whore". In a strange way, I got this idea from a post  I read at the happynappyhead blog. It was about brothas that sag their pants. What the hell are those low ridin' brothas looking for? I mean, I'm not trying to look at their ass, but I digress.


When I heard the words "Attention Whore", I asked myself what they meant. I most assuredly know they mean different things to different people - okay. But I was left to wonder what they mean to me. Well, a whore is a promiscuous woman; a prostitute. To fornicate with whores is said to be whorish.

Now dammit, where do I fit in ? I am not a woman, but I have been promiscuous. Maybe that's my tie-end. I did start my adventure into blogging without plans or a defined purpose. My subject matter has consisted of different elements, mixed together without discrimination. Maybe that makes me a blog-man-whore? Nawl, I don't think they meant that.

Let me hit this another way. About 6 months ago, I wrote a post that in essence asked... "why am I blogging" ... http://careycarey-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-blogging-from-cheap-seats-can-you.html


Today I stopped by Truth's blog http://enclave-lion.blogspot.com/. He'd just come back to blogging after a 3 month absence. He spoke of his doubts and his reasons for blogging. Although he didn't announce that he was retiring, I get the feeling he had deep reservations on rather or not it was worth his time and effort. In fact, he said that. I am sure most bloggers have been there.


About 3 weeks ago I was fed up with blogging. I announced my retirement. I did so as a promise to myself, because I thought it would talk to the man in me. I needed to take a position and stand on it. But, as you can see, I failed. Although in my heart I was done with blogging because of the pain and time spent doing such, I didn't know what was in front of me. Others said I would return... and they were right. Many said they've never seen a true blogger walk away. Some said to just take a break and then return with a new fire. Of course I resisted those words of wisdom because they didn't know me, but they did. They too had heard the call of retirement.

When Brett Favre announced his retirement from football, I wonder if he did so with the intentions of coming back to draw attention to himself - I doubt it. I believe he came back to do what he does best - play football. I believe he loves the game. I love to blog. I think the pain of playing football for 18 years was at the forefront of his announcement.


Tell me this, if you ask a person to pay attention to you or your words, is that a bad thang? I mean, my mother told me to pay attention to her words, and she is a good woman. Are all bloggers attention whores? Granted there are some bloggers -- not many -- but some bloggers who could care less if someone reads their posts. I believe.... I think that kind of blogger is in the minority. Because, really, why post it if there was no intent to have someone read it. I am sure a cynic might say, "it's a way of releasing their mind through their words and it has a cleansing affect on their soul". I say to that minuscule about of Harra Krista bloggers.... "do your thang baby, but all closed eyes ain't sleep"


Having said alllllllll of that, are bloggers nothing more than nasty, promiscuous attention whores? Are we not in need of attention? Come on now, aside from the word "whore", do we all in some way seek an audience, and ultimitely, hope they pay attention to our words?
I don't care if it's a personal blog or a blog geared toward social commentary, isn't there something to be said about the human need to express themselves and thus be heard. I talk to audiences on a regular basis. In doing so, it's about my words and the message(s). Am I seeking attention? Hell yes, I hope someone is paying attention.

Questions: Are you a blogger? Are you an attention whore? If so -- or not -- what does those words mean to YOU? Why do you blog?


Talk to me.

Monday, August 23, 2010

LOOKING BACK: GLEN BECKS THEN AND NOW. I am going to let Aretha and Queen Latifah speak for me.

If I had their hands, I'd throw mine away. I would sing to the world my deepest emotions with a strong conviction that I shall not be moved. Lets go back to see Glen Beck in another life. I believe he's in here in so many ways.




Words to the above song.

My Lord
I have read this book so many times
But nowhere can i find the page
that change what i experience today

Now i Know that life is ment to be hard
thats how I learn to appreciate my God
Though my courage made me try
I can tell you i won't hide
Because the footprints show you are by my side.

You can lie to a child with a smilin' face
Tell me that color aint about race
You can cast the first stones you can break my bones
But your never gonna break Your never gonna break my Faith

Faith and Hope aint yours to give
Truth and Liberty are mine to Live
You can steal a crown from a king
Break an angels wings
But your never gonna break Your never gonna break my Faith

My Lord
Won't you help them to understand
that when someone takes the life of an innocent man
Well they never really Won because all they've really done
is set the Soul Free where it's supposed to be


For those we lose before their time
I pray their souls will find the light
I know that the day will surely come
When his will, His will, will be done




LETS PLAY MUSICAL CHAIRS: WHO WILL BE THE LAST ONE STANDING?

Who can raise their hand as the victor? Well, lets see, come into my humble abode. Maybe you'll be the shining star. Admission is free. You just have listen to the music and be honest.


Okay, I read a post by Sexual Correspondent Andrea (AJ) Plaid @ Racialiciuos - the intersection of race and pop culture.


The post revolved around Lawrence (Larry) Fishburn and his daughter Montana. We've all heard the news of her venture into porn and the debates surrounding her decision. Well, Andrea wrote a wonderful article that was absent of the normal blame, guilt, and assumptions that I've witnessed following the breaking of this news-worthy event. She didn't point fingers or profess to know all there is to know about human emotions or why people do the things they do. She gave a crisp and insightful analysis of the porn industry and other individuals who have chosen a path similar to Ms. Montana Fishburn's.

After reading her article (which I loved), I left a reply and it inspired this post.

So here we go. Musical Chairs is a game played by a group of people (usually children), often in an informal setting purely for entertainment such as a birthday party. The game starts with any number of players and a number of chairs one fewer than the number of players; the chairs are arranged in a circle facing outward, with the people standing in a circle just outside of that. A non-playing individual plays recorded music or a musical instrument. While the music is playing, the players in the circle walk in unison around the chairs. When the music player suddenly stops the music, everyone must race to sit down in one of the chairs. The player who is left without a chair is eliminated from the game, and one chair is also removed to ensure that there will always be one fewer chair than there are players. The music resumes and the cycle repeats until there is only one player left in the game, who is the winner.

Now, if you're still here (by default, playing the game) lets see if you're the last person standing. The music is playing.

As illustrated by twitter comments and some blogs, many people laid blame @ Montana's father’s feet, or some ambiguous “deep dark issue”. I say, first and foremost, she’s a teenager. Wisdom is gained by “going through” struggles.

Who among us have experienced our defining moments by reading a book, a blog or listening to our parents? It just does not happen that way. And, who’s family DOES NOT have a member or members that have taken a path less traveled. I doubt there are many. Having said that, who harbors the “blame"? The family, society, the parent or the individual? I am sure there’s possibly enough “finger pointing” to soothe everyone’s soul. However, depending on which person is expressing their guilt, shame, embarrassment, remorse, pain, and/or decisions, the stories will likely, never be the same. Not to mention those that have not experience alleged dastardly deed. They will forever whisper a feeble chorus of could-be's, should-be's and what "they" need to do.

Having said that, who has not made decisions (at an early age) they wish they could take back?
On the surface, those decisions may pale in comparison to the road Montana is traveling. However, upon deeper investigation, they too have caused years of pain and struggle. How about our first intoxicating drink or first experiment with substances that we believed would make us feel better? Many are still struggling with that problem/decision… even if they don’t believe it’s a BIG problem?
The music has paused, who's still standing? How about the mates we choose? Oh lawdy, marriage and it’s troubling effect(long term) can cause a mad-house. Who's still in the game?

Unprotected sex can cause life long problems, ie, un-planed babies, disease, unwanted babies daddy, and babies mommas… lord help me. The music has stopped, who's standing? Who's still in the game?

Career choices at an early age has led many to pull out their hair, lose sleep, break-up their relationship, hate going to work, and fall in deep sadness and depressions. The chairs are shrinking while the music plays on?

Who sought the love of someone that didn't love them, or didn't belong to then, which caused years of misery and pain? Love, in all it's forms and splendor, is like a drug. And, whats love got to do with it? Oh boy, the music has skipped a beat. Another chair has been removed. Who's still standing?

All of the above choices left many of us feeling real good in the beginning. They moved us emotionally, and they were days of wonderment. But, I’d venture to say many of us would like a redux, or a mulligan. Wouldn't we all like to do it over again? You know, to change a few things.

Ms. Montana Fishburn, at a very young age, has decided to take her emotional journey (her dream, her love, her adventure, her career) down a road that I assume she knows very little about. I don’t condone her actions, nor lay blame at her feet, but I wish her well.

Isn't it true that our family members, including ourselves, have committed errs in judgement that at the time we really couldn't explain. Looking back, we still might be wondering WTH was on their mind. What the hell was I thinking? For whom does the bell toll?


The music continues to play... it's an old beat. There's still chairs on the floor. Who's out and who's still standing? Who can raise their hand? Well, unfortunately, I didn't make it out of the first stanza. Come on now, in fact, if I was allowed to re-enter the game, I wouldn't have stayed long. Nope, I am not ashamed to say I've been somewhere. However, going through all of my life issues, I've learned I can't go there again.

What about you? How far did you make it in my game of musical chairs? Come on now, I know love didn't leave you alone. Surely somebody has an unplanned child? I know somebody is wrestling with a drinking problem? Who hasn't lost sleep behind a job that they thought was going to be so wonderful. Who doesn't have a family member that has taken a road less traveled? I am sure there are other "choices" we've made that has left us shaking our damn heads.

Friday, August 20, 2010

THEY'RE BLOWING SMOKE UP YOUR ASS, ONE MORE TIME!

If a person does not get something from the following, they are not looking for IT.


I've often wondered why I blog. However, I have found a serendipitous reward from doing so. The following post and comment has been my reward. So one mo'agin.



Monkey see, monkey see doo doo. Whose ass are you biting, and why? Don't run now, come on in. If you say who? I'll say who? Your feet don't fit no limb.


I asked the question, "why do people fail". In spite of their most valiant efforts, the overwhelming majority of people fail at their major goals. I am not talking about acquiring a degree, nor saving for a vacation. I am talking about making substantial life changes at the midpoint of our lives.
When our habits set in, and they become who we are, I don't care if it's losing a substantial amount of weight or finding that special soul-mate, people generally do not make it to the finish line. Racist remain racist and bitter people remain stuck in a mindset that keeps their mouth's fixed in a sour position, and lies will create drama. Alcoholics will die from their habit, and those that do not believe they have a drinking problem, will die from their denial. Pulpit pimps will prosper, and the sheep will continue to be led astray. Whispers will gossip behind hushed tones.... WHY!


Jay Midnyte said... I was thinking about writing a post like this today. I was gonna call it "Treating the Symptom."So my answer to your question is because people don't treat the CAUSE of their problems, they try to treat the symptoms.


CareyCarey said... You've hit the Lottery, Jay! Yep, if the knowledge a person gains, is nothing more than a band-aid, the root of the problem will remain. And, as this applies to my question and solution. It's my opinion that no matter how much conviction and effort a person throws at their problem, if they are throwing it on the wrong wall, it will forever go wanting. So, in essence, their intentions my be in the right place, but they may not have be given the right knowledge, or even sought the right knowledge.


However, it is the persons responsibility to look far and wide for the right "truth". But come on, we need some more of that wisdom! Break it down like we a 5th graders.



Jay Midnyte said... Well... First, I started to not trust the conventional sources of news and information. That mistrust was probably sparked by one of the documentaries I watched a long time ago, but I don't know which one.


That skepticism and mistrust led to me always looking up the information or theories people presented. You know, it's basically the development of the scientific mindset..."A good scientist is observant and notices thing in the world around him/herself. (S)he sees, hears, or in some other way notices what’s going on in the world and becomes curious about what’s happening. This can and does include reading and studying what others have done in the past because scientific knowledge is cumulative. In physics, when Newton came up with his Theory of Motion, he based his hypothesis on the work of Copernicus, Kepler, and Galileo as well as his own, newer observations. Darwin not only observed and took notes during his voyage, but he also studied the practice of artificial selection and read the works of other naturalists to form his Theory of Evolution."Then this led to me having a constant curiosity.



In terms of diet, basically I figured out that the profit motive usually will lead to people trying to keep others ignorant to protect profit. For example, I would look at the list of ingredients on a loaf of bread and see things like bleached enriched flower, high fructose corn syrup, calcium sulfate, ammonium proponiate, etc. I would find out WHAT these ingredients are and WHY someone would put them in food. And these little "discoveries" start to keep rewarding my search for information because then I can actually come to the conclusion that obesity, cardiovascular disease, colon cancer, diabetes, and others are the response of the body to the constant fight it maintains against all the toxins we feed it.



The problem is MOST people will watch one documentary, believe everything, and stop there. They might take action, but when they actually try to explain to someone else why they are taking action, they realize they don't even know why they are taking action. They give up because they still only have the band-aid of knowledge. That is the problem that lies behind someone getting their information from the wrong source. That's the problem! They got it from a source, instead of exploring all there is on the topic from all sides. If they do that, then they come to their OWN conclusions based on all the information they've seen and can actually BELIEVE in it and defend their beliefs. This is also why if someone watches a movie that questions everything about their religion and belief in God, they get all messed up, and wonder if they really should believe in a God. They didn't even know WHY they believed in the first place...


Back to my point... This scientific process repeated over and over in different areas of interest leads to a love of gaining new knowledge and insight. And that leads to truth. Which I think is not absolute, at least for the person, because as someone who has developed the scientific mindset you have to accept that somewhere out there, there might be something that shatters your truth. So you basically have a viewpoint of, I believe this is what's true until someone or something can prove completely that this is wrong. The end result is the learned ability to quickly weed out what is NOT true from their sources and to quickly recognize truth.


CareyCarey said... Jay, my man, I am going to tell you right now, I am going to erase your name off your comments, and say they were mine. Your comments should be read by everyone on this planet. Your words are not for the weak, or those in denial, but if someone is looking for the truth, you words spoke volumes.


Gosh, it's so simple. Seek first to understand, REALLY UNDERSTAND. Then we can quickly weed out what is NOT true. And, we do that by referencing several sources (multiple sources) and not rely on the words or opinions of a few. Because if we do(rely on others), we will find ourselves in a bunch of doo doo. Then we have no one to blame but ourselves!

Until we do the initial hard core research, all the push-ups, diet plans, sitting in pews, gossip, good intentions, convictions and yearly resulution, we be moot points.

Damn, facts don't change, and the more we have, the easier will be our path to a greater outcome. When I think, I mean, really think about it, all the great men and women have used this solution. And, they separated themselves from the masses by doing so. Damn, so so simple.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

I WAS SITTING ON THE TOILET THINKING AND FOXY LOXY SURE KNOWS HOW TO DO HER THANG.





What?! What's wrong with thinking? What?! You don’t go to the bathroom?



I do not know about you, but I do some of my deepest thinking while in my quiet time. I mean, my computer is not on my lap when I take a dump, but sometimes great ideas emerge from those moments of default stillness. Okay, I don’t want to sound all nasty but maybe I should break that down. Default stillness means, you ain’t going too far with a turd hanging from your booboo.

I am not trying to be funny, but there are some things in life that require a substantial amount of deep solid thinking.

Well, why will most people that are over weight, remain that way or even gain more weight, even though that's not their desire?

Why will most single, or divorced women over 30 never get married?

Why can’t most individuals lose a substantial number of pounds, even though they want to.


Bigots and racist will remain clouded in their stuper. Why

Why will the overwhelming majority of substance abusers never recover?

Why is it that an overwhelming majority of church goers have not read the entire Bible (if that’s their religion) and therefore are highly susceptible to false prophets?

Why are fat farms, weight watchers, and quick fix diet plans, nothing more than a new pimp game?

Why is sex rehab a big joke?

Why is drug treatment/rehab a dismal failure?

The real answers, in my humble opinion, is not that deep. However, I believe it requires a deep thinker to find the crown jewel. I am not talking about the most educated, nor the "professional".

But damn, the common solutions and championed quick fix programs are simply not working! WHY?

First, do you believe all of the above statements/implications are true (they are)? If so, where’s the problem?

Fact not fiction. If you think you know the answer, don’t stop there. It's a little deeper than that.



Stay with me.
I'm not Cocky Locky, but I felt like Turkey Lurkey. I was looking. I was drawn in. She had her hooks in me.

Okay, I am not Ducky Lucky, nor Goosey Poosey. I'm CareyCarey and I don't have all the answers, but I almost got sucked in. Noooo, not to Foxy Loxy's house. Foxy Loxy is what I call the Internet. You know the story. Henny Penny got hit on the head by an acorn. She thought the sky was falling down. So, she convinced Cocky Locky, Duckey Lucky, Goosey Poosey and Turkey Lurkey, that it was true. They went off to tell the king. BUT, they met Foxy Loxy. Foxy Loxy lead them to her den. She eat them all, except Henny Penny. Story over.

This morning, I got on the Internet. Some folks were panicking. Others were crying the blues. The Cubs got beat. Halle Berry broke her silence. I don't care. She looks good. My jungle fever told me so. And, somebody killed their children. I had to get out of there. Ask not want not, and I didn't want anything they were selling. I got in my car. I rented a carpet cleaner. I cleaned my carpets. Ol'girl's too. My back is sore. My legs are too.

My neighbor came by. I couldn't stop. I might not start again. He said, "okay". I said Okay. He left. I stopped, to grind some coffee. I'm hooked on coffee.

Ol'girl came by. She helped a little. She stopped. Her son came by. They swapped cars. I looked, puzzled. I called her name. She didn't answer. She was outside talking on the phone. She came in. I said, "move around, you're in my way". She laughed. But she got out of my way. I finished the job.

That machine was heavy. I put it in my car. I drove to her house. I lugged it in her house. She helped, but she stopped. She started talking on the phone. She stopped. She started watching Hardcore Pawn Shop. I looked at her. I thought she was crazy. The brush got jammed. It stopped, but I didn't. Well, for a second I stopped. I checked my blog. Someone from Nevada came by. They didn't say hi. I wondered why? I don't know who they are. Houston too. I wonder who. I wanted to stop, to say hi to them. But I don't know who. Tennessee came too. I think I know who. New York too, but who? I got up. I had more work to do. I didn't want to be Turkey-Lurkey all day long. Foxy Loxy sure knows how to do her thang. She called my name. But I got up and walked away.

Ol'girl's son came by. He doesn't have a job. They talked. He left. He didn't help. He came back. He brought some food. That boy can cook. I looked at the food, but I didn't stop.

Ol'girl boiled some eggs. Her son dropped off pork steaks and turnip greens. He doesn't have a job but he's a great cook. I didn't stop. I tipped my hat. He threw up the peace sign. He left. My back is sore. My furniture was heavy. Damn, I gotta put it back.

I stopped. The steak & greens called my name. But I eat a boiled egg. I finished the job. Ol'girl looked tired. I don't know why. Her son called. I don't know why. That machine was heavy. My legs are sore.

I eat the food. Forgot about the potatoes. I eat them too. I took a long hot bath. That felt good.

I read while I was in the tub. Not much. Just a little.

I played music... old school, new school. Hip de hop and what-not. I stopped. My legs were sore, so I laid on the floor. Watched SportsCenter. I stopped. I closed my eyes. I got up. I went to Walgrens.

My name is CareyCarey, but I was almost Henny Penny. The Internet almost fell on me. But it was a good day. I ended my day with a classic old school slow jam. Yep, oldie-oldie but the title is so fitting.... "ain't understanding mellow". And, thanks for letting me share my day(without transitional phrases) with you.

How was your day. Were you Turkey Lurky or Lucky Lady? Or, Goosey Loosey with Dandy Daddy? What, Cockey Locky or Henny Penny?


Or, did you just chill because the sky is not falling down?
But, are you overweight, bored, unmarried, stuck in an addiction(like a relationship), depressed, lonely and tired? Then why?
Anna Renee said...
Hi Brother! Damn, that's a big ass toilet! Get it? That's my double entendre for the day! Anyway, it's going to take a toilet that size and a whole lotta thinking to figure out these simple things of life! ;-)

Anna Renee said...
Oh my smile broke in half! Damn!;-)

Solomon said...
I think most of what you are saying here is true Carey. I like the one about most who claim to be Christians have never read the entire Bible, so therefore they are susceptible to false profits. I better get to work. *smiles*

Freeman said...
I'll take a stab at it. I don't think any of the people believe they have a problem and they rely on others to get them out of it. Most people want a quick fix but a lot of problems require a change in life and most people don't really want to change their life.The money (Mad Money Opinion) has always been on treating people to what they want to be. Vanity, Romance and Attention always makes money. So if you want to make money just tell women if they eat some weird nut from North Eritrea makes you lose weight and watch you make a million tomorrow.


MOMSWEB said...
Inquiring Minds want to know...You definitely mentioned a few things that are quite true. Most people don't even take the time to use their brain and THINK about some of the topics you mentioned. As for me...I try to get on and off - my thoughts usually come in the shower. Same room, different tool.

CareyCarey said...
MLK spoke about man's tendency to rely on half baked solutions. Which leads me to...Mr FreeMan: "I don't think any of the people believe they have a problem and they rely on others to get them out of it. Most people want a quick fix but a lot of problems require a change in life and most people don't really want to change their life"
Freeman, I believe if we change a few words and add a few, you have hit pay dirt. You are so close. As much as I hate to do this (with your big head self *smile*) I have to give you a strong B. A small hint: lets say a person developes a keen sense of self awareness AND in such, knows they have a problem, okay. Lets say they also want to change. Now, what's the answer that fits all the situations/problems?

Anna Renee said...
OK Brother Carey! Desire is one thing and accomplishment is another. Just because one desires a thing doesn't mean it's theirs until they transition over to actually doing the work it takes to accomplish that thing. Most people wont put in work!!!

CareyCarey said...
OuuuuWeeee baby(Mrs Renee), I like you because you don't give up. You are blazing hot close, but no cigar.Okay, they have the desire, they know they have a problem/situation, AND they are putting in "THE" work. Now, why does the overwelming majority still fail at/in all the problems I listed?

Jay Midnyte said...
I was thinking about writing a post like this today. I was gonna call it "Treating the Symptom."So my answer to your question is because people don't treat the CAUSE of their problems, they try to treat the symptoms.John H. Tilden - Impaired Health: It's Cause and CureGreat book.

CareyCarey said...
You've hit the Lottery, Jay! Yep, if the knowledge a person gains, is nothing more than a band-aid, the root of the problem will remain. And, as this applies to my questions, it's my opinion that no matter how much conviction and effort a person throws at their problem, if they are throwing it on the wrong wall, it will forever go wanting. So, in essence, their intentions my be in the right place, and they may be running up the hill in full blast, but they may not have be given the right knowledge. However, it is the persons responsible to look far and wide for the right "truth". But again, how and when will they know they are relying on the wrong source? BTW, tell me, how and where did you gain this insight?

Jay Midnyte said...
Well... First, I started to not trust the conventional sources of news and information. That mistrust was probably sparked by one of the documentaries I watched a long time ago, but I don't know which one.That skepticism and mistrust led to me always looking up the information or theories people presented. You know, it's basically the development of the scientific mindset..."A good scientist is observant and notices thing in the world around him/herself. (S)he sees, hears, or in some other way notices what’s going on in the world and becomes curious about what’s happening. This can and does include reading and studying what others have done in the past because scientific knowledge is cumulative. In physics, when Newton came up with his Theory of Motion, he based his hypothesis on the work of Copernicus, Kepler, and Galileo as well as his own, newer observations. Darwin not only observed and took notes during his voyage, but he also studied the practice of artificial selection and read the works of other naturalists to form his Theory of Evolution."Then this led to me having a constant curiosity. In terms of diet, basically I figured out that the profit motive usually will lead to people trying to keep others ignorant to protect profit. For example, I would look at the list of ingredients on a loaf of bread and see things like bleached enriched flower, high fructose corn syrup, calcium sulfate, ammonium proponiate, etc.I would find out WHAT these ingredients are and WHY someone would put them in food.And these little "discoveries" start to keep rewarding my search for information because then I can actually come to the conclusion that obesity, cardiovascular disease, colon cancer, diabetes, and others are the response of the body to the constant fight it maintains against all the toxins we feed it. The problem is most people will watch one documentary, believe everything, and stop there. They might take action, but when they actually try to explain to someone else why they are taking action, they realize they don't even know why they are taking action. They give up because they still only have the band-aid of knowledge. That is the problem that lies behind someone getting their information from the wrong source. That's the problem! They got it from a source, instead of exploring all there is on the topic from all sides. If they do that, then they come to their OWN conclusions based on all the information they've seen and can actually BELIEVE in it and defend their beliefs. This is also why if someone watches a movie that questions everything about their religion and belief in God, they get all messed up, and wonder if they really should believe in a God. They didn't even know WHY they believed in the first place... Back to my point... This scientific process repeated over and over in different areas of interest leads to a love of gaining new knowledge and insight. And that leads to truth. Which I think is not absolute, atleast for the person, because as someone who has developed the scientific mindset you have to accept that somewhere out there, there might be something that shatters your truth.So you basically have a viewpoint of, I believe this is what's true until someone or something can prove completely that this is wrong.The end result is the learned ability to quickly weed out what is NOT true from their sources and to quickly recognize truth.

CareyCarey said...
Jay, my man, I am going to tell you right now, I am going to erase your name off your comments, and say they were mine.Damn, you killed/defined what I've been trying to say with a stroke of genius! More importantly, you gave me the basis/insight into my curiousity, or why I question everything. I am not a do or die cynic, but I do question those that may have an ulterior motive behind their "preaching"/sales pitch.
On a personal note, I keep falling down, and the "traditional" way out was not working for me, and practically everyone around me. So I had to ask myself... WHY? I wasn't slow or resistent to facts, but that was the problem. I wasn't getting all the facts. Then I noticed I was a pawn in the middle of a business that may not have my best interest at heart. I mean, they meant well, but I wasn't there main focus. So my man, you've made my day. How in the heck did you find my humble abode?
Hey, I am not kidding about stealing your words. You rung my bell. I may even do a post about it. Yep, it's in the skillet.

Jay Midnyte said...
I found your blog through KIT. My last comment was just me trying to explain to myself why I think the way I do lolFeel free to check my blog too.jaymidnyte.com

Monday, August 9, 2010

Yeah You! You're Acting like A Pawn! You're A Role Model.


Yeah You! You pecker head! You’re A Role Model... For Blacks and Whites.

Do you see that man in the picture? That’s Troy Johnson, he’s the webmaster and owner of AALBC.com




It’s the worlds largest online bookstore that focuses entirely on black literature. It’s a wonderful place. This post, and it’s title, are not about him. Yet, I need him today. He inspired this post. I’ll get back to him.


Btw, please excuse my blog voice, but I am going to serve this up in my black militant flavor. I wonder if I should pitch this rollercoaster from the front or from the back? I think I am going to start from the back end. Well, I mean I am going to move ahead in time.


It’s November 6th 2012. It’s the year of the presidential election. I hear jubilation in the streets. Boss Hog and his boy Barney Fife and his Tea Party can be seen chugging down a few beers. There’s a horde of Brooks Brother suits bellying up to the bar. A fight breaks out in the street. A bloodied black man is pulled from a pile and handcuffed by police. When questioned by the police, the black man says... "Those white guys over there.... over there in those suits, they said , you dumb ass nigga’s have this assimilation shit down pat. You had us down, you should have shut you fu*kin mouths and then they started hitting me".

**A voice from across the street answered the pitiful cries of Little Black Sambo... **
Didn’t you Uncle Toms know that game was made to be sold and not told.
Didn’t you notice that Republicans only voted bipartisan when the issue was
about war. Didn’t you realized that when you voiced your constitutional right to
run your mouth, we knew that some of you freedom riders would ride right into
our trap. We bought and sold you dumb ass niggas. You always did love the rope.
It looks like the pigeons have come home to roost. You’ve been hanging
yourselves. Too late now mutherfukers, guess who’s coming back to
dinner!
We made you look, you dumb ass crooks. You took you eyes off the real prize. You were too busy talking about each other, a fake ass budget problem and white women . I nigger never could resist a white woman and talking about white peoples money.




December, 2009 :

Troy Johnson is one of the nicest men you’d ever want to meet. His morals and family values are second to none. He could easily be considered a Man’s Man. I’ve had the honor of being around Troy for the last ten years. He seldom gives his opinion without supporting evidence. Well, most of the time.



See, Troy holds a BS from Syracuse University, an MBA from New York University’s Stern School of Business. He now makes his home in Harlem. Yeah, he’s educated, but first and foremost, he’s a black man, in all it’s splendor. See, Last year I was planning a trip to NY, New York to attend The NAACP Centennial Author Pavillion, 100 years 100 Authors. The list of great authors included Walter Mosely, E. Lynn Harris, Terry McMillan, Dr. Ben Carson, Judge Greg Mathis, Viginia Deberry and Donna Grant, Cornell West, Dr. Dorothy Height, Hill Harper, Bonnie Glover, Asha Bandele and many more.

Since I knew my boy Troy lived in Harlem, I thought I’d cut my cost by spending a few nights at his house. Well, I think I made my move too soon. After I hit Troy with the idea, he replied:
"Carey, as much as I would like to accommodate you. I have two teenage daughters living with me -- I'm not sure they'll be able to keep their hand off you!"



Now see, I think that was a soft version of "Carey, I've read your stories and there's no way in hell I would let you come anywhere near my daughters or my neighbors or my plants. I'll see you in the lobby"




Oh well, back to his site and this post. Over there we get it on. The topics of discussion can flow from books to the present state of gloom for the print media. One minute we might be talking about the war in Afghanistan and end up talking about booty in Brazil. Really, there seems to be a problem with brothas that slip off to Brazil to imbibe in Brazilian sex. Troy went to Africa this year - really.

But what about a time called now? This week the topic opened with Sapphire's new book and slowly but surely moved to the shoulders of President Obama. Don’t ask me how we got there. You couldn’t handle the truth. Anyway, in response to another poster, Troy said the following.... Troy:


"Robymarie, honestly I admire Cynique and Chrishayden more than I admire Obama. I supported Obama 100% simply because he appeared to be a viable Black candidate. I also hoped that he would help all people through his actions. I also thought he would help young Black folks, in particular, by the example he would set just by being president and proving anything is possible. Right now, unfortunately, it looks like I was wrong"


Listen, since this is a personal type blog, I can say that mess pissed me off, and let me tell you why. It's not because [he] used 2 regular postee's names to compare with Obama. It's because that statement lacked balance. So much so, it inspired this post. Listen, if you look at the dynamics of most boards, or blog spots, the strong and fearless voices rule the day.


Granted, they may not be "right" or saying anything worth hearing, but they have little fear of sharing their opinions. Some would say they are opinionated individuals. Considering that group of individuals, where does that leave the rest, or how would the rest be classified? Well, without getting too deep, I believe it's safe to say, many of them would/could be followers. Sure, they may have a mind of their own, but the average person has a "lynch mob" mentality. Many would not agree with the "lynch mob" analogy and I understand. However, who will admit they are easily lead or that they are quick to surrender their thinking to someone else. Yet, it still remains true – they are easily lead – thinking is one of the hardest things to do. More so, it’s been proven that if I person can’t say what’s on their mind, they seldom can do it. I didn’t say they didn’t want to speak their mind. It’s simply that they may not have a complete vision. Plus, many individuals feel the most comfort while riding in the arms of popular opinion. Come on now, you know we live in a vortex of monkey-see-monkey-do. Denial is an ugly thang.


Troy is a leader, and consequently, I believe all individuals like him should listen to their own words with a very discerning ear. People will get behind leaders that have a platform and a voice. Sure, I am fully aware that many do not see themselves as leaders or role models. However, that leadership role, which can be a conscience endeavor or not, can do harm. Considering all that I've said – opinionated individuals, followers, passive people, ignorance, lynch mob mentalities, popular opinion, entrenched haters, platforms, etc – It’s time I move to the silver bullet of this post.

If not he, then who? Who’s on first? If not Obama then who? Who’s on deck?

Yes, it is our constitutional right and responsible to voice our concerns about the ills of our nation. Yet, I wonder if some negroes have taken assimilation to a new level. In voicing our concerns regarding the decisions of our president’s policies, shouldn’t we consider the down side of doing so without a balance in our words? Seriously, no words, witticisms or excuses can wither that basic fact.

"But Carey, we can’t give him a pass".

Who said anything about a goddamn pass!?

Game is to be sold and not told. Shouldn’t we pass along the four food groups of love, compassion, understanding and trust, instead of the ugly stick of hate and disdain? I believe it’s in our best interest to UNDERSTAND that Barack Obama is standing on first. Shouldn’t we TRUST history. If history serves us well – in our hearts – we have to know he’s the best pitcher we have. If no, who so? Is it not wise to wrap our comments in LOVE and COMPASSION . He has enough entrenched haters that say nay, and bark at the moon.


I get so tired of reading the comments of Obama’s "back seat" supporters. What’s the purpose of giving a hint of praise only to be followed by conjunctions like "BUT" – "However" – "Yeah But" and "I told you so"? Those words tend to water down the preceding passage, and in some cases, completely negates them. The praise becomes a mere afterthought.


Miss me with that "we should tackle our problems with color blindness" bu*lshit. If you believe that shit, or if that’s your battle cry, I have to ask you who really is the blind mutherfuker.
Look, I realize there are some niggas out there that love talking like white folks but let me leave you with the following words from "our" forefathers:

The original 1892 text is:
I Pledge Allegiance to my Flag and the Republic for which it stands, one nation indivisible with liberty and justice for all.


- Francis Bellamy, "The Youth's Companion"
Uuuuumm, my flag in 1892?

The current version went through many changes— as provided for under Title 4, Chapter 1, Section 4, US Code.

This is my version: I pledge allegiance to my dad and the truth for which he stands. Because he’s the leader of my home, I will be indivisible with liberty and justice for all.



~CareyCarey "A Black Man’s View"

Saturday, August 7, 2010

LOOKING FOR A FAST AND EASY DEGREE?

I heard there are people obtaining their doctorate degrees in political science in as little as 18 months! And, they didn't even have a G.E.D!


I'm thinking about going on-line to get me one of those sheep's skins, so I can hang my shingle, and jump right in the discussions. You know, all the discussions we're having to make Obama accountable. Just because he's a black man does not mean we should give him a pass? We HAVE to criticize him, right?


Don't tell nobody, but I've also heard much of the class work can be copied off the 10 o'clock news. Wouldn't that be wonderful. I can get my masters degree in about 6 mouths while sitting at home. That should be a good start to my plans of making the president accountable, and then work on my doctorate. But, how will I know when I have arrived? I mean, I can rant and vent, and talk shit with the best of them, but would that make the president accountable?


Damn, maybe I should table the accountability part until a later date? But hey, I'm not going to give up on getting my criticism on. Everybody is doing it, so it must be the right thing to do. But wait a minute, they say fools go where wise men tread not, and although I've done some foolish things in my life, I am not trying to be a full time fool. Maybe I should look into this criticism thang.


Lets see, where is my dictionary? Here it is... critic: A person who indulges in faultfinding and censure. criticism: the act of analyzing and making judgments 2. a review expressing such analysis and judgement. criticize: to analyze and judge as a critic. Wait a minute, I think some people have confuse the word critic with being a fool time cynic. Lets see... cymry... cynewulf... cynic, here it is: A sneering, faultfinding person; especially, one who believes that all men are motivated by selfishness.

Cynical: distrusting or contemptuous of virtue in others; sneering; sarcastic.




Ooooooh, so that's why I am going to need my quick and easy degree. If I am going to find fault and then write a qualified analysis -filled with criticism - it's only right that I know what I am talking about. Damn, I almost made my move to soon. I could have found myself being somebodies special kind of fool. And, who wants to be a sneering, sarcastic, distrusting, faultfinding, person? That's not the way to constructive criticism. That's CYNICISM!


WOW! What if I went before a court judge for some type of adjudication, and he didn't have his on-line diploma? Damn, that's scary. More importantly, what if there was a room (blog) full of these judges that didn't have but a minuscule of knowledge that pertained to my predicament? Damn, that's ugly. Damn, a bunch of dumb cynics. Well, they probably could fool some of the people - some of the time - but I am going to ask a few friends of their opinion on the instant professors of the blogsphere. Step up here Freeman, what do you have to say about this.


FreeMan ... "Now I'm all for when he messes up talking about it but truthfully people just want to talk with no real end in site. All the Black Intellectuals are copying off their white counterparts and think they now have some standing to complain. It's funny to see this same group not say anything when Clinton or Bush was around. I guess being Black gives them standing to criticize Black folks but when a white guy is up there I guess they stay in their place. It's fools gold and this is purely a reaction to powerless and worried people venting to the master. This time he's a Black master but nonetheless he's the master"


Oh, so you see the words of some of our friends as complaining and venting, more than an defined analysis. I agree, surely that's not making him accountable. That's nothing more than a bunch of black people playing a game of spades or dominoes... "Look out my brotha, I'm fixin' to run this boston on you.... whose got downs? I thought you said you knew how to play cards. Get up from this table smellin like fish"



Any negro can sit around a table and talk trash. I mean, making him accountable??? How are they doing that? I mean, considering the un-focused and unbalanced willy-nilly rhetoric of most political blogs, I find it hard to believe that's a package that would make the president accountable. There is no way on God's green earth that a venting party can make president Obama accountable. But, I'll have to ask another friend to see what she has to say. Step up here Diane, lets hear your opinion.


Mizrepresent... The criticisms i've witnessed are by most part unfounded and based only upon the media. When have we trusted the media as our true source of information? Why now? Surely we as Americans, as citizens of this country hold all of our electorates accountable, but what is taking place in America is not a case of accountability but a witch hunt. Anything he says or does comes under so much speculation, and when he says or does nothing we also check him. I have lived thru 6 Presidents and have never witnessed so much accusation, so much unwarrented suspicions about our head of chief as i witnessed during this time. Nobody is giving the President a pass, but then again, why hang him before his work is done? And furthermore why tie him into all that took place before he took office. That is just some ill bullshit. His agenda should be America's agenda, not the liberals, not the African-Americans, and certainly not the conservatives. Surely, he will make mistakes, but people he just like the rest of us need to pick our battles. Then in your own world not judge, but consider what you might do in the same situation"



Well, I guess I can drop the mic.



In short, I think I am hearing that a person should seek first to understand before they judge. So maybe that quick fix degree is not going to do the trick, unless I want to act like the little pigs of a popular nursery rhyme... This little piggy went to market (had a blog) , this little piggy stayed home (to read it), the first little piggy had roast beef (venting juice), the other piggy eat some. All the little piggies cried me me me, all the way home"



But in the end, I am reminded of another story of the 3 little pigs and the big bad wolf.



Look, there will continue to be wolves in sheep's clothing - with fake sheep-skins - that will huff and puff until they blow Obama's house down. Yet, if my memory serves me well, after the mean wolf blew down the pigs houses of straw and sticks, they built a house of brick. The desperate wolf huffed and puffed but he could not blow that house down. So he tried to come down the chimney. Well, the pigs got tired of him blowing smoke up their boo-boo, so they lit a fire under his ass. The other wolves bitched and moaned and complained, like they were accustom to doing, but they didn't jack with them pigs no mo'. And you know what, not once did they ever see the fruits from all their howling, huffing and puffing. They only did it because all their friends were doing it too. I'm still waiting for them to define their purpose. And show me the rewards of their efforts.




Morals of the stories: Watch where you huff and puff, because you might be burning your own ass. And, If you're going to criticize the president, it's wise to know what criticism means, then move accordingly. And, if your source of reference is a 2 dollar degree in political science, that you received from the garbage man or late night news, you might want to hold'em and then fold'em. And, a person can huff and puff and cuss, but that's NOT making the president accountable.


Friday, August 6, 2010

FOXY LOXY SURE KNOWS HOW TO DO HER THING: I had the Henny Penny blues.


I'm not Cocky Locky, but I felt like Turkey Lurkey. I was looking. I was drawn in. She had her hooks in me.

Okay, I am not Ducky Lucky, nor Goosey Poosey. I'm CareyCarey. But I almost got sucked in. Noooo, not to Foxy Loxy's house. Foxy Loxy is what I call the Internet. You know the story. Henny Penny got hit in the head by an acorn. She thought the sky was falling down. So, she convinced Cocky Locky, Duckey Lucky, Goosey Poosey and Turkey Lurkey, that it was true. They went off to tell the king. BUT, they met Foxy Loxy. Foxy Loxy lead them to her den. She eat them all, except Henny Penny. Story over.

This morning, I got on the Internet. Some folks were panicking. Others were crying the blues. The Cubs got beat. Halle Berry broke her silence. I don't care. She looks good. My jungle fever told me so. And, somebody killed their children. I had to get out of there. Ask not want not, and I didn't want anything they were selling. I got in my car. I rented a carpet cleaner. I cleaned my carpets. Ol'girl's too. My back is sore. My legs are too.

My neighbor came by. I couldn't stop. I might not start again. He said, "okay". I said Okay. He left. I stopped, to grind some coffee. I'm hooked on coffee.

Ol'girl came by. She helped a little. She stopped. Her son came by. They swapped cars. I looked, puzzled. I called her name. She didn't answer. She was outside talking on the phone. She came in. I said, "move around, you're in my way". She laughed. But she got out of my way. I finished the job.

That machine was heavy. I put it in my car. I drove to her house. I lugged it in her house. She helped, but she stopped. She started talking on the phone. She stopped. She started watching Hardcore Pawn Shop. I looked at her. I thought she was crazy. The brush got jammed. It stopped, but I didn't. Well, for a second I stopped. I checked my blog. Someone from Nevada came by. They didn't say hi. I wondered why? I don't know who they are. Houston too. I wonder who. I wanted to stop, to say hi to them. But I don't know who. Tennessee came too. I think I know who. New York too, but who? I got up. I had more work to do. I didn't want to be Turkey-Lurkey all day long. Foxy Loxy sure knows how to do her thang. She called my name. But I got up and walked away.

Ol'girl's son came by. He doesn't have a job. They talked. He left. He didn't help. He came back. He brought some food. That boy can cook. I looked at the food, but I didn't stop.

Ol'girl boiled some eggs. Her son dropped off pork steaks and turnip greens. He doesn't have a job but he's a great cook. I didn't stop. I tipped my hat. He threw up the peace sign. He left. My back is sore. My furniture was heavy. Damn, I gotta put it back.

I stopped. The steak & greens called my name. But I eat a boiled egg. I finished the job. Ol'girl looked tired. I don't know why. Her son called. I don't know why. That machine was heavy. My legs are sore.

I eat the food. Forgot about the potatoes. I eat them too. I took a long hot bath. That felt good.

I read while I was in the tub. Not much. Just a little.

I played music... old school, new school. Hip de hop and what-not. I stopped. My legs were sore, so I laid on the floor. Watched SportsCenter. I stopped. I closed my eyes. I got up. I went to Walgrens.

My name is CareyCarey, but I was almost Henny Penny. The Internet almost fell on me. But it was a good day. I ended my day with a classic old school slow jam. Yep, oldie-oldie but the title is so fitting.... "ain't understanding mellow". And, thanks for letting me share my day(without transitional phrases) with you.

How was your day. Were you Turkey Lurky or Lucky Lady? Or, Goosey Loosey with Dandy Daddy? What, Cockey Locky or Henny Penny?


Or, did you just chill because the sky is not falling down?

SCANDALOUS: OUR MEMORIES

From as far back as 1 year ago to what we are doing right now, our memories are king. If we could pick the ones we love the most and reserve a place for their constant companionship, we'd have a child's heart. Wouldn't that be lovely?










Yes, I wish I could live in a world in which I could live in my best memories. And you know what, I really do believe that's possible. I just have to stay out of mess. Then I am the gate keeper. I have the key to the door that swings in and out.












I am alright... right now. I am the gatekeeper!

Thursday, August 5, 2010

I was sitting on the toilet: THINKING!





What?! What's wrong with thinking? What?! You don’t go to the bathroom?



I do not know about you, but I do some of my deepest thinking while in my quiet time. I mean, my computer is not on my lap when I take a dump, but sometimes great ideas emerge from those moments of default stillness. Okay, I don’t want to sound all nasty but maybe I should break that down. Default stillness means, you ain’t going too far with a turd hanging from your booboo.

I am not trying to be funny, but there are some things in life that require a substantial amount of deep solid thinking.

Well, why will most people that are over weight, remain that way or even gain more weight, even though that's not their desire?

Why will most single, or divorced women over 30 never get married?

Why can’t most individuals lose a substantial number of pounds, even though they want to.

Why will the overwhelming majority of substance abusers never recover?

Why is it that an overwhelming majority of church goers have not read the entire Bible (if that’s their religion) and therefore are highly susceptible to false prophets?

Why are fat farms, weight watchers, and quick fix diet plans, nothing more than a new pimp game?

Why is sex rehab a big joke?

Why is drug treatment/rehab a dismal failure?

The real answers, in my humble opinion, is not that deep. However, I believe it requires a deep thinker to find the crown jewel. I am not talking about the most educated, nor the "professional".

But damn, the common solutions and championed quick fix programs are simply not working! WHY?

First, do you believe all of the above statements/implications are true (they are)? If so, where’s the problem?

Fact not fiction. If you think you know the answer, don’t stop there. It's a little deeper than that.

BELIEVE ME, SOME THINGS ARE HARDER TO KICK THAN HEROIN!

Would you believe me if I said I know what I'm talking about? I mean, from experience, I have something that soothes my soul like no other, and I've kissed the poppy. They say laughter is as good as jogging for our heart, lungs, and brain. But.... when it's time to sit down, and break it all the way down...

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

MOMMA SAID THE PASTOR TORE HIS EYE and POETRY


I am in a pensive mood this evening. The pastor was young, and because of that, I am trying not to point an accusatory finger, however I wonder what propelled him to drop his guard in all the wrong places. In order to do this correctly, I have to look back on my own life to see how I arrived at some of my defining moments.

In every life, there comes a moment or two when the man stands exposed for what he really is. It may be a climatic instant when he's faced with a foreboding task, when an awareness of his whole purpose and direction in life is revealed. Yet, that moment of understanding could come on the cusps of a white sheet that's gently being lower upon him as he lays silent on his cooling board. However, and whenever that moment happens, it reveals as nothing else can, the true measure and character of the man.


That First Kiss Of Bliss



So now little man, you're tired of grass,

LSD, ACID, COCAINE, AND HASH.

When someone pretending to be your friend said,

"I'll introduce you to Miss Heroin"


Well honey, before you start fooling with me,

Let me inform you on just how it will be

For I will seduce you and make you my slave,

I've sent stronger men than you straight to the grave


You think you could never be such a disgrace

Then you'll end up addicted to the poppy seed of waste

You'll start by inhaling me one afternoon

Then you'll take me into your arms very soon.


And once I've entered deep down in your vain,

The graving will really drive you insane

You'll need lots of money... have you been told

For darling I am much more expensive than gold

You'll swindle your mother for less than a buck

You'll end up an animal, vile and corrupt

You'll rob and you'll steal for a narcotic charm

And only fell content when I'm deep in your arm


One day you'll realize the monster you've grown

Then solemnly promise to leave me alone
You'll think you have the mystical knack

But come to find out, you can't get me off your back


The vomit, the cramps, your guts in a knot,

The jangling nerves screaming for just one more shot

The hot chills, the cold sweats, the withdrawal pains,

Can only be eased by my little white grains


There is no other way, no need to look

For deep down inside you'll know that you're hooked

You'll desperately run to the pusher and then

You'll welcome me back to your veins once again


And when you return, as I have foretold,

You'll ultimately give me your body and soul

You'll give up your morals, your conscience, your heart,

And then you'll be mine, till Death do us part.



My Mother Said The Pastor Tore His Eye



The pastor tore his eye,

I wonder why, he didn't cry

He didn't die, I wondered why

If the pastor tore his eye


The pastor tore his eye

Momma said the girl was sly

I still wondered why

The pastor didn't cry


Momma didn't whisper but she heard some things

The pastor and the girl had a little fling

Flings and things, my oh my

But I still wondered why, the pastor didn't cry, if he tore his eye


Come to find out, she was a young tender thing

He was married, she wasn't wearing his ring

"HIDE-AWAY HOTEL" someone yelled

"OH LAWDY, HE'S GOING TO HELL"


The pastor didn't cry, now I understand why

He didn't tear his eye

He was living a lie

One he tried to deny


The pastor was young and so was she,

He was thirty three,

She, more like

Thirteen plus 3


She didn't lie

Her momma said don't cry,

You can't deny
That baby inside

The pastor was young. He looked in the wrong place. I wonder why?






MISUNDERSTOOD


I said I cried last night, didn't say I died last night. Came through the storm, was alright last night. I cried tears of joy. I wanted to be with them, not in them. A longing for their presence. Had a hole, a role, could have filled it with another star but the part was made for them. Others could have pulled it off, everybody would have been paid but that part would have been missing... THEM

Who said it, I didn't. I said I left, to many nights filled with images of them. To many vows broken, the pain, had nothing left in my heart, nothing but disdain for them. What did you read... the paper said divorced (cut away from), not used, not someones unwanted item to be taken for granted and taken to the resale shop. It said divorced , not nearly new, should say new.

Does it say I am not whole, is there an asterisk saying I am missing parts? Where did it say I was void of love, compassion, hopes and dreams. Does divorce strip a man of his manhood? Does divorce imply that a women is love-less, where does it say nuclear waste? I fell down (made some mistakes), rolled around, I got up, that road is behind me. My road is in front of me. Read it again, did it say I was a toy to be played with, did it say spin this, use this, anyone can do THIS!?

Divorced, read it one more time, I doubt it... I doubt it said without principles and absent of love. Newness and strong bold convictions are not the sole possessions of newlyweds. If you think so, you got me twisted... convoluted. You got me... misunderstood!




~CareyCarey




I've had a few defining moments, many were in the above poems.