Tuesday, May 31, 2011

LOST IN SPACE: Who's That Knocking At My Door?

NO, not Lando Calrissian, it's Keith’s Space. Jokers on the left of me, and clowns on my right, today I am stuck on Keith’s world.

Here we go y’all, today is the start of my daily series on those who have visited my humble abode, and hit the following post. http://careycarey-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2011/05/bishop-eddie-long-oh-no-whitney-play-it.html... titled:  Whitney Houston, Black Sambo, and Kiss Your Ass?

I don’t know who’s on deck (will pick from a hat) but since Keith was the first to step to the plate, he’s at bat. Now I am winding up and here comes the pitch.

In the two years that I’ve been blogging, if a person had to Q-up to enter my crazy zone, Keith’s card would number less than fifty, out of the more than 100,000 hits the blog has received. Not much by many standards, but in my neck of the woods, that line is long.  I was a rookie with little or no direction and he came by with bits of wisdom and words of encouragement. Then I dropped by his spot and noticed a few strange similarity between him and I.

In one post, he mentioned his love of thunderstorms. I thought, this can’t be true, another black man, just like me, who loves the clap of thunder and the flash of lightning? I’ll set my alarm clock to catch a good thunderstorm. And here was Keith, saying he too loves to lay close to an open window so the sweet drops of rest could bounce off his face.

But the similarities didn’t stop there. He served his country in the United States Air force and so did I. And the shock keeps rocking.

I was really taken aback when he said his wife’s maiden name is Mildred Lee Brown. OH NO! That’s MY ex-wife’s maiden name!!! Could this be real, this hurt I feel? Could Keith be the one who was creep creep creepin’ up my back stairs?

Nope, I just told a big fat lie. *smile*

I’ve never met Keith’s wife and I don’t know her maiden name, and I’ve never been divorced. I just thought I’d add a wee bit of spice to his story. But Keith does not need any more spice to his life. Well, I ain’t pointing fingers and you didn’t hear this from me, but some authors have been known to write fictional novels, yet the protagonist is not a fictional character, it’s the author’s real life.

Weeeeeelllll, Keith is a great cook who loves a little wine with his evening meal. There’s a photo at his site that catches him doing just that. And, he finds the time to maintain 2 other blogs, other than his flagship “Keith’s Space” http://ariesrules.blogspot.com/. If my memory serves me well, one is about food and the other centers on the spice I mentioned. Oh yeah, there’s  a whole lot of slippin and slidin’, peepin and hidin’, and creepin and lyin’, between those sheets, I mean between those pages.

Listen, when I visit that blog, I look to my right and to my left, in the back room and the front room, to see if anyone is around, cuz I don‘t want folks seeing me visiting that no-no zone. They might call the police on me.

But again, I jest, but don’t get me wrong. Keith does maintain other blogs and one is called Escapades http://keithssongs.blogspot.com/. I ain't going to tell his wife on him but listen, ten toes up and ten toes down, two naked booties going round and round, if skin is  touching skin, going in and out, I don't know what you call it, but I'd better shut my big mouth. And, there is a little adult activity going on, but it’s all done in good taste. So check it out if you like a little thrill with your real. But don’t tell nobody that I told you what’s behind the green door.

But Keith is a grandfather and so am I. He also loves his sports, AND SO DO I. He loves his Eagles and Phillies ( He was born and raised in the city of brotherly love). But slowly I turn, inch by inch, step by step, I turn, and say.... “Booooo, I’ve been a Dodger fan for many years, cuz my daddy was, and we don’t have a professional baseball team in our state"

But check this, there’s no other blogger that I know and visit (except one) that writes as many posts as Keith. Keith writes about most issues in life, day after day - after day. It could be about politics, family matters, sports, entertainers, something humorous, or baby and their daddy, but he’s gonna write something, and it will be entertaining. I like that in him. He must have some kind of secret anti-writer's block elixir; potion potion # 9, that keeps him ticking all the time - and right on time?

Well, the clock on the wall says that’s all. Give Keith a holler and I’ll see you real soon with my next adventure of Who’s That Knock Knock Knocking On My Door?

Monday, May 30, 2011

What's My Line? I know who's knocking on my door.

When will we know when we have arrived?  Well, I don't know about you, but I've been places that I never wish to return to, nor experience again.



Tele-negro telephone, but I must not be on the 411 line. The news didn't smack me right in my face because I don't watch much news...   it's always bad news.  Hey, you know it, I can do bad all by myself, without looking on his plate or yo plate.  In fact, I am filled up with enough bad news to last me a lifetime.

But as the wind blows, a bit of bad news is going to drift our way.  Gil Scott Heron has gone home.

But you know what, since he's now officially part of American History, I believe the new required reading should be The Last Poets and Gil Scott Heron. Yes sir, I do declare, they should be right beside Huck Finn and that Mockingbird book.

Guns and drugs and violence are not the boogie man that's chasing down the black man, they are only a few of the sores that rises after the infection has set in. The media and their control of the dominate mindset, is the Big Bitch. Oh yeah, keep those with color in their pigment, blind, uneducated and conquered.  My mother said, if a person controls your mind, he controls you.

In the Nixon era, The Last Poets were on the list of the Counter-Intelligence program, COINTELPRO. Did you catch that? I mean, counter to what? I mean, who's intelligence were they worried about? Dare I say the education of the black man?

So here we are on memorial day honoring our fallen, so I believe it's apropos to honor one of our front line heroes, Mr. Gil Scott Heron. You know, I believe it's wise to never forget our past and those that have gone before us.

So, the following is a post I did on Mr Heron (added with a few YouTube clips), titled, "Gil Scott heron is on parole for killing a freakin mockingbird" 


Thank you Mr. Gil Scott Heron!

Wednesday, May 25, 2011


I know, men ain't suppose to cry, but something is going to be missing when Oprah's huge presence is not on the afternoon TV.  Heck, who are all the hatin' black chicks and wannabe somebodies, and pimp or die cynics going to hate on?  Well, I had to pull out an old post to remind me and others that some folks will never be satisfied.

You might not like Oprah's Stead-man or her BFF Gail, but you can't deny the truth. Oprah has given voice to more intelligent and artistic people of color than any person on this earth. The list numbers in the thousands. From black politicians , black authors, black musical geniuses, black business owners, heads of foreign states, prominent black lawyers, doctors, chief cooks and bottle washers, Oprah has been the driving force in exposing them to the world, which opens a door for more to follow. Oh, should I mention her unmatched effort to highlight the ever- present struggles of the black female. Not to mention her nearly 1/2 billion dollars she's given to the needy.
Addendum: If you're visiting from S & A or RiPPa's blog, the Tyler Perry Post follows this one.

Thanks for stopping by.

Look, you may not like Oprah because of her fortune and fame, and you may not like her interviewing style, and I understand that, however, does that diminish her overall accomplishments? Well, I'm just asking because I know it does not. I also know some people are constitutionally incapable of seeing the truth, even when it smacks them in their face. And again, the truth does not lie.

Listen, so many times and so many ways, I've said Oprah Winfrey is probably the greatest black woman that has ever walked this earth. I say that because "great" is reserved for those that far exceed the accomplishments of others and spreads their "wealth" and "knowledge" along the way. Greatness is reserved for those that break through the glass ceiling and then puts that ceiling in the basement. Greatness is reserved for those that have the courage and wisdom to withstand attacks from the front & the back, from the rich & the poor, from BLACKS & WHITES. Great is reaching back to give back. Greatness is reaching back to a land that most blacks could call home. Some call it the motherland.

Although money is not the road to happiness, it's great that Oprah has given hundreds of millions of her dollars to causes that nobody else dared to attack or even mention. Great is a person that can win the approval of others in spite of their skin color. Oprah stands alone in her greatness. Although many women have done great things, those accomplishments pale in comparison to those of Oprah Winfrey's. You may not agree, but please tell me why?

One can not deny that her greatness extends beyond the boarders of America. Oprah is the GREATEST of them all. There are no challengers to her crown. Not yet anyway.

So please, why is it when one of our own reaches a place of comfort and success, so many POC hate them? Oprah is a fantastic role model for all our black children. Granted, there may be small titty-bits (yes, I said "titty"-bits) of personal indifference's one may have with Oprah, but in no way does that diminish her accomplishments. Some folks are just too busy smelling their own upper lip.

WHY? Well, I'll tell you why....

Because of the color of their skin. Some blacks folks are so envious, slothful, wrathful and jealous, that they'd kill themselves before they'd give another black person their proper due.

Do I hear a ball of confusion?

Run, run, run, but you sho' can't hide
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
Vote for me, and I'll set you free
Rap on brother, rap on
Well, the only person talkin Bout love thy brother is the preacher
And it seems, nobody is interested in learnin' but the teacher
Segregation, determination, demonstration, integration, aggravation, humiliation, obligation to our nation

Ball of Confusion

That's what the world is today
The sale of pills are at an all time high
Young folks walk around with their heads in the sky
Cities aflame in the summer time and the beat goes on
Air pollution, revolution, gun control, sound of soul
Shootin' rockets to the moon
Kids growin' up too soon
Politicians say more taxes will solve everything, and the band played on
So round 'n' round 'n' round we go, where the world's headed, nobody knows
Just a Ball of Confusion
Oh yea, that's what the world is today
Fear in the air, tension everywhere
And the band played on.
And the band played on.

Copyright 1970 Jobete Music Company, Inc.

In short, why all the hate on Tyler Perry and Oprah Winfrey? Really, specifically, what's your beef with Oprah? Why can't we champion the good and leave the hate behind? You tell me because I don't know.


A Free Spirit Butterfly said...

Good afternoon young man and Happy Tuesday. I absolutely love the post. Haters are insecure people who truly need a hug. I so wish I could spread some love through this blogosphere on any Haters of Oprah or Tyler.

What God has for you is for you and if you ain't got yours yet, be patient. He will "reward" you accordingly.
Oh, and BTW you have to put forth some effort.... it ain't just gonna fall in your lap (lol)

Love ya!

Continued peace and mutiple blessings my brother!

♫Hershey's Kiss♫ said...

I agree I love this blog. Haters are haters. I've learned that as a singer and entertainer. I wish people could learn to love and build up each other. People need to ditch the crap in a barrel syndrome

uglyblackjohn said...

Oprah's a'ight.
I just don't get what TP is trying to say.
Or maybe he isn't speaking to me.
Does every Black person HAVE to like TP's movies?
What about Spike Lee, John Singleton, F. Gary Gray or the Hughes bros.?

If a Black person doesn't find THEIR material to their liking are they wrong as well - or do they just have different tastes and sensibilities?

CareyCarey said...

UglyBlackjohn, I am not speaking of those that give specific reasons of why they do not like Oprah or Tyler's products, I am referring to those that give nondescript assaults on their character.
Here's a few that I copied:

"I'm so sick and tired of Tyler and folks of his ilk"

"I'm simply tired of Tyler Perry,Oprah and all of the other sell-outs pimping my community.
Both Tyler and Oprah have made enough money to do better by our community"
"Tyler Perry is a Black dysfunction porn pimp"
"I think he's gay to be quite honest"

UBJ, as you can see, those types of comments are pure hater-aid, because for the most part, they lack substance and "dysfuntion porn pimp" is "whatever", you figure that out. And what does a person's sexual orientation have to do with anything?

And come on, to say that Tyler and Oprah has not given to their community is ridiculous.
Yet, those same people will support a movie of a drug doing, drug selling, murdering police officer, like we saw in Denzel's Training Day, or Terrence Howard's "Hustle & Flow". They will raise their hands in the air and holler like they just don't care, while they prance off to drop their money to see Sex In The City 1 & 2.

When a person's criticism is absent of facts to support their view, or their critcism reeks of cynicism, they are probably a do or die hater.

Hi Miss Butterfly! Love yu too.

Hello Hershey, boy I didn't know you were a singer. Are you on Youtube? I gotta get me some of that.

Moanerplicity said...

I don't hate TP or O. It would be pretty silly of me to hate someone I don't know personally, or has never tried to hurt me, personally.

The only thing I'd like to ask of Miss Winfrey is: are there no talented, charismatic, learned black, brown or people of color she can elevate & make into instant millionaires like she's done for Dr. Phil, Dr. Oz, Rachel Ray & the interior design cat?

CareyCarey said...

Good morning Moan, how did I know you would drop by? :-)

Your wrote: The only thing I'd like to ask of Miss Winfrey is: are there no talented, charismatic, learned black, brown or people of color she can elevate & make into instant millionaires like she's done for Dr. Phil, Dr. Oz, Rachel Ray & the interior design cat?"

Well moan, I know hundreds of talented, charismatic, learned black, brown or people of color have been on her show, so do you have any suggestion? I mean, ask the black authors that have been on her show what it did for their book sales. You're a writer, so you probably know which authors I'm referring to.

See, everyone that has a talent is not a performer. Everyone that has a talent may not have the talent to carry a television show. So again, do you have any suggestions?

SLC said...

I like Moan's question since it's not hate, it's observation. Of course everyone has their own perspective.
I watch some TP movies for laughs, not enlightenment, but I can see that changing as he grows in his profession.


"Yet, those same people will support a movie of a drug doing, drug selling, murdering police officer, like we saw in Denzel's Training Day, or Terrence Howard's "Hustle & Flow". They will raise their hands in the air and holler like they just don't care, while they prance off to drop their money to see Sex In The City 1 & 2.

There's a lil bit of hypocrisy when they can celebrate Denzel playing the thug but ignore him (just like the Academy) when he plays an overcomer like The Hurricane.

Jealousy and hating stunts growth. I'm short enough without all of that.

Rottnkid said...

Why they hating? Because those Negros have money and they got their money the "old fashion" way by NOT being a ball player or a rapper.

Moanerplicity said...

Nah Carey. You skated outta that one to easily, bruh.

I wasn't speaking on people who've appeared on O's show over the years (although she's missed quite a few who could have used the notice) but rather the people SHE has handpicked to have their OWN shows, & thus, helped to make THEM household names & cottage industries unto themselves.

Since an endorsement from O is tantamount to hitting the lottery, it would be nice, encouraging & fair-minded to see the same thing she's done for those people (Drs Phil & Oz, Rachel Ray, Nate Whathis face) done for people of color.

That would truly define not only a generosity of spirit, but more importantly: EQUALITY.

Lil Bit said...

There is no doubt, that Miss Winfrey is one of the most renowned, recognized black women on the planet, and there's no denying with her fortune she has given up millions for special causes, she also has given a voice to a number of prominent black folks. That being said, it's not about being a hater. She's "all that and a bag of chips", but, it's also about image and ratings which is how she made her millions, and because of image and ratings, she tends to play it safe, with whose on her show, & who she endorses, so

I agree with, Moanerplicity, she could elevate and give more of a voice to more charismatic, learned people of color. Case in point, a few years ago she had Iyanla Vanzant & Dr. Phil doing segments on her show once a week, Dr. Phil got the nod, because he related more to her white suburbia audience base. My point, she's a extradinary black woman, with the "midas touch" but she also understands that image & ratings play a bigger part in the business than the Ray Ray's, John John's or Shamika's in our communities,who aren't as safe.

Taking from your words, though, "the truth does not lie"

She's learned how to play the game, from her comfort zone, and you can't be mad at her for that.

It's business not personal.

CareyCarey said...

Okay, let me get Lil Bit off the table. :-)

Lil Bit, when the "yeah buts" and "howevers" over-shawdow the overwhelming and most dominate facts, we may be missing the central point. Consequently, your "yeah buts" (she "could have" done much more) tends to cloud the issue. However, you said it right. She made business decisions that concerns some folks. But lets no get it twisted, everyone you mentioned, still got paid! Oh, and she has several black faces getting paid (good money) off camera.

In short, if a person does not balance O's mega-accomplishments (give merit) with their perceived mis-steps of her, they may be unconsciously hating. they may not be a died and fried hater but they'd surely smell like one.
@ Moan, come on man, it's my blog so I can skate if I wanna. LMBAO

See, I have to watch what I say when you're around, cuz you will not let me drift into the shadows. But that's what "we" do.

Anyway, I think I may have replied to your comment as I "spoke" to Lil Bit. And since she was biting off your jock "I agree with, Moanerplicity" I'll say I agree. She could elevate and give more of a voice to more charismatic, learned people of color.

Now moan, with your good writing ass, don't be coming up in here putting the old man in check... no mo'. If so, I'm gonna have to cut ya. *smile*

uglyblackjohn said...

Were not Maya Angelou's sales helped by her exposure on Oprah?

Was it not Oprah's support which enabled us to have our first Black president?

Doesn't Oprah help those who are helping others through her Angel Network?

The Big 'O' does more in a minute than most people do in their lifetimes for Blacks.

Just being herself (coming from the South and being fat, Black, less than attractive and still succeeding) does more than most people.

People always think of her billions in terms of actually having a billion dollars sitting in a bank.

But that is not the case - her 'Net Worth' is billions of dollars, not her bank account.

Most of her money is tied up making even more money and employing even more people.

TP - Whatever. I just don't like his material.

CareyCarey said...

@ SLC, I thought I saw you lurking in the background. You voiced an interesting point... "I watch some TP movies for laughs, not enlightenment, but I can see that changing as he grows in his profession"
Yes, it's about growth, change and entertainment. I see Tyler growing.

@ UBJ, I am glad you brought it home. I think you found the essence of this post.

@ Rottnkid, whatsup man. You'll have to come back and open up your comment. I mean, I don't quite understand where you at. 

Moanerplicity said...

Yo Carey:

I was just expressing an opinion, an observation about a pattern of behavior that (as a black person), I find somewhat puzzling about Miss Winfrey's M.O.
But... ummmm... oTAY Carey! It's YO blog. So skate awn, mane! 

Lil Bit said...

Carey, Carey, Carey, Come on my brother, the "yeah butts or howevers" is a observation and opinion, nothing more, nothing less, let's keep it real, "O" deserves props for all her accomplishments.

But, if your going to look at the picture, let's look at the whole picture.

Your right everyone gets paid, but as Moan said, it would be more encouraging & fair minded to see more equality in her generosity of spirit, with who she endorses or has on her show, and that's not Hating at all, but a observation, you can't skate around.

In short if a person does not balance where "O" is by skating around the fact that she makes business decisions based on image and ratings, they just might not be smelling the coffee either. "Just another opinion"

We all have them.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Sunday I Pray -- Well -- And Other Things!

Sunday mornings are great. My door is open and my music is playing. In the morning I grind my own coffee, and if I can say so - it's pretty good. I used to smoke a joint while drinking my coffee but, Indiana wants me, lord I can't go back there - okay. Anyway, I didn't go to church today because I am doing the church at home thang. You know how that goes. Well, it usually starts with a lame excuse like I didn't get my hair done,whipped cut or buttered and my clothes ain't right. To be honest, at times I've stayed away on First Sundays because, well, I wasn't trying to stay in church all day. I know that's not right but it is what it is. Plus, there's no basket being passed in my house. But hey, I am listening to the gospel station and I am singing along. I can't hit a note, but like I said, am at home - it's just me. Don't get me wrong, being alone can be an ugly thing.

Have you ever left your living room after watching a long movie and returned to a stinky smell, and then realized it was your breath that you left behind? How about the lows of looking at yourself butt naked in the mirror, when nobody is around. Now that's the pits ain't it. I don't care what anyone tells us, we know those breasts and those six-pack-abbs are not positioned as they once were. In fact, it's possible, that if you're a woman, those breast have laid on down - they tired. Or, what might have been a nicely formed six pack stomach is nothing more than a big fat gut. A smart choice of clothes can hide a little something but naked don't lie. Those nice perky breasts were probably the tools of big fun and may still have a little play in them but today they just don't have as much bounce. But hey, good things come in all types of packages. Fat ones - flat ones - flopping ones and dropping ones, it's all in the hands of the holder .....or is that is that the eyes of the beholder?

Yesterday I was standing next to a women who just happened to be a guest speaker at a serious function. The sista was strong, her message was tight but when I got close to her to give her a hug, I felt like running home to repair my old model airplanes. See, glue was oozing from her hair - yes glue. I don't know what she paid for that weave but something wasn't right. I couldn't help but believe she might also have been constipated. I mean, with all that glue running down her back, something had to get plugged up. Okay, that might not be a nice thing to say, but man. It's probably not the most common way to become constipated. But let me tell you something, I've been constipated - ooh yeah! I've had to take a looooong book with me to the toilet. Yep, it was a struggle. I wanted to use my fingers as a helping tool but there wasn't enough room - back there- around there - to wedge my fingers. That's nasty ain't it? Tell me about it, I was sweating and everything. You think I am kidding? I started to call 911 so they could help my nasty stinkin' behind. My sphincter was like a toll bridge under repair - it wasn't letting anything come through. Somebody knows what am talking about - right? Okay, I'll just say its happened to me. But come on now, I know I am not the only one that has experienced such pain.

What about this. Have you ever thought you've wiped yourself - you know- back there, but later found out that you left something behind? You know, back there in the most itchy part of your behind. Ouch, come on home. I think at one time in our life we've all "thought" we did a great job of knocking it down but when that tingy itch tells us differently we know we're in trouble. No big deal but here's the problem. That warning doesn't tell us we've made a mistake until after we' re somewhere that we can't take care of our business. We might find ourselves in the middle of an important meeting or riding in a car. Now that calls for drastic measures. I've tried the deep-booty-scoot thang. All that does is move it around to a bigger area and it still itches. How about the sniper attack? You know, look right, look left and then - and only then - if no one is looking - get right to it. Yes sir, right through draws, panties and everything - the job has to be done. Of course this may be a temporary solution. Sometimes one just has to excuse them self and go to the nearest restroom and go to work.

But oh boy, don't you just hate it when someone invites you to their home and you quickly realize that for various reasons, you do not think it's a good idea to consume anything prepared by the hands of the person that invited you and in that home. Come on, I have some family members that I'd like to tell the world about. Them poor church folk, they still ain't figured out that special ingredient in Aunt Mabels delicious Velvet Cake...  it didn't come in the box.

But lets talk about crushed dreams -- they can be something else. I thought my grandson would be this big tough guy that all the ladies would just droll over. He's in this karate class and as I watched all the other kids toss each other around I realized that my grandson couldn't throw himself down a steep hill. Thank god for the new possibilities of a Black President.

Sometimes I like to pull it all in. You know, just get away from the world. Sometimes I turn off my television and my phone and I lock the doors. If someone knocks on my door I just pretend like I don't hear them. Some friends are persistent. They'll keep knocking as if they know you're in there. When that happens, I snatch open the door and look at them with a vengeful stare. Without saying a word, they know they should have called. They pause and say, "okay" and I shut the door. They may think that I am nuts but that's fine - I'll be nuts and by myself - just the way I planned it. Anyway, today is a pull back day - it's music, e-mails and more music. It's reading, drinking coffee and sitting around in my pj's. I played an old song by Aretha Franklin - Rock Steady. I broke out all my old moves. I had that snake thang going on and I two-stepped by myself. Do you remember when white people thought they could do the snake. Wasn't that ugly. Anyway, I did the robot, the flashlight, the stomp and the bump (used the wall). Did the stanky leg too. I even broke out the white man's favorite dance - the wiggly worm. It's not really a dance. It's that thing white people do when they can't think of anything else to do - they wiggle like a worm. White girls are particularly good at that one. I think they believe it's sexy. It sort of fitting though, because I've never seen a wiggly worm with a big booty.

But a brotha has to know how to dance. I mean, I am a single black man and dating is tough. But my desires and wishes of a lady are simple. I just tell them to always smell pleasant and be clean and try not to be pretentious or deceitful and don't lie. Oh, there is one more thing - don't fart in my company. Is that too much to ask? Am just saying, some people think that breaking wind is funny. I've never understood that one.

I love Sundays. I think I'll end my day by watching a little football and then watch a movie. I might even invite a lady over for dinner and a movie - might. And then again, I might just sit around and look stupid. What do you think? I mean - about anything?

Bishop Eddie Long, OH NO WHITNEY?!, Play It Again Sambo, and Kiss Your Ass?

What about a time called now?  I never know what evil lurks in the hearts of men, but I've written over 500 posts and the above posts have received the most page views, totaling (those 4 alone) over 6 thousand.

I mean, I know what I liked about Bishop Eddie Long's http://careycarey-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/09/bishop-eddie-long-steve-harvey-and.html

And Whitney Houston's http://careycarey-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-no-whitney-say-it-aint-so-but-ill.html

But Kiss Your Ass http://careycarey-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-no-whitney-say-it-aint-so-but-ill.html ?

And Black Sambo http://careycarey-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/07/play-it-again-sambo.html ?

I mean,  I liked them all ( I wrote them *smile*) but I have some favorites (my favorites)that didn't make  my top 50 (by page views).   So please, y'all have to tell me what's really going on, really.  I mean, if you will, let a brotha know the good, the bad, the silly and sad, and the just plain stupid.  Seriously, I am trying to please those that have taken a short break from their busy lives to drop by and share a little time with me, and learn from my mistakes.   So, tell me what's on your mind.

If you've been visiting for some time or just dropped by, tell me what has been your favorite, or one that made you shake your head and say "That's just stupid"?  You don't have to say a lot (if you don't want to) just give me a little piece of you mind and time.

Hey, if you do, I might even write a post especially for you. I think I will do that.  In fact, everybody that replies will get a post in which they are the star.  I mean, I am a nobody but when somebody says something  about you and for you, I think we all like that. If somebody took the time to write something for me, I'd put it on my wall and tell my friends about it. We got one life to live and it's over way too fast.

Don't get me wrong, people will stop to watch a train wreck or cheer when someone gets hung, so I know I just another Joe Blow.  But many people (from various cities) that I don't know,  never leave a whisper of a comment, but stop by my blog on a regular bases, ie, Mountain View Califoria, Rock Island Ill, Union, NJ, Salisbury Maryland, folks from "The Old Black Church"  and "Shadow & Act", Germany, United Kingdom,Atlanta Ga, just to name a few, but I don't know if they come/came by to laugh, look at a train wreck, bored as h!ll, or what?

So come on, I am waiting and thinking. I gotta get some meat on these tired, thinking ol' bones...  And I want to pass on some good things about you, that others may not know.

Addendum:   For some reason I couldn't even leave a comment in my own comment box...  *scratching my head*  the thang kept rejecting it.  So, until I solve that problem, I am leaving my comment here. Yeah, I can edit my posts but I can't leave a comment... I can't figure that one out? Anyway...

My comment to the others who  have left theirs "Hello all,

It's been 2 days and I see I have a few courageous friends. Now, as I said, I have a post especial for them.
I called them courageous because by definition the word means: Not deterred by danger or pain; brave.

Well, since they've obviously read my blog, they have to be thinking and possibly worrying "what's Carey going to say about me"

But y'all know I am not pretentious and as Keith said, I'm gonna tell it like it is. I mean, don't take that wrong because I've always held to the belief that one should praise in public and admonish in private (not that there's anything bad to say :-). Basically, that means I am going to say all the things that I admire about the individuals. And, it will come straight from my heart. Like for instance 25champ. I am going to go to his site and read his stuff. I know I'll find something good. And, just the fact that he has taken the time to read several of my posts (in the last couple of days) says something that I admire. He didn't just come up in here and try to stroke me (I'm a seasoned black man, I would have noticed that) he simply said what he had to say, and left it at that.

Anyway, I hope more will join in because I am planning on running this series at the start of the month. And y'all know I am going to put my feet in them. Oh yeah, of course there will be humor, a little preaching, a slight bit of drama, and a whole lot of loving going on.

Keith, you know I got you covered.

25champ, I gotta a special little thang planned for you.

Sister Anna, since you've seen me perform on stage and know what I do, you gotsta know what's in store for you. And btw, give our sister jjbrock a shout and tell her to drop on by.

Hey, how do they say it in church... "The doors are open"

And, it's always good to have somebody say something good about ya. I am waiting to say something good about a few more of my visitors.

Thursday, May 19, 2011


Oh what a tangled web we weave. Listen, I don't know about anyone else, but Father's Day always gives me a smile and something to reflect on.  This year was no different with a added punch. Well, the above picture is my grandson, but don't look at me, I DID NOT pick out that suit.

But check this. Click on the following youtube video to listen to his own words.

Addendum:  The next video is a followup to the above. I had a couple of calls on that one, so the following will explain why.

The following are a couple of family Father's Day pictures.
My father and his mother and my mother and her mother.

My daughter and me.

Monday, May 2, 2011


Well, I was in love but it's faded away, and love don't love nobody.  I've had a great time but the clock on the wall says that's all.

My bags are pack and it's time to go. I've spent way to much time in her embrace, whispering sweet nothings until the wee hours in the morning. Over two years ago it was love at first sight, she loved me and I loved her back, but it's time.  I am still attracted to her smile and the smell of her sweet perfume, but I can get lost in her, and that's not always a good thang.

She lives near by so I'll see her often but we will not continue the boogie woogie, freaky deaky all night long. I might run by and throw her a kiss, but love can't live here anymore. In essence, my long hours on the Internet and my blog are over.  Yep, it's all over folks.  I spent a disproportionate amount of my free time sitting at my PC, and that's not right.  I can get lost in my little office space as the world spins around me, however, sometimes, I need to be in that spin, but my computer had a hold on me. I'll answer comments but the days of me taking hours and sometimes days to research and write a post are over.

10 AM,  June 24 2011, IT'S ALL OVER.


OH NO! WHAT JUST HAPPENED!? UT OH,  let's hurry back to the big event.

We'll pick up the action on the back stretch:  Osama Bin Laden is out in front.  OH NO, the oldest horse, George Bush, pulls up lame. The rest of the field continue down the back stretch. It's anybodies race and what a race it is! The crowd noise has reached a feverish pitch, no one is sitting down. Ladies and gentlemen, who would have thought it?

Bin Laden, wearing the colors of Afghanistan's flag,  three stripes of  black, red, and green, although  a dark horse, was the odds on favorite. George Bush, having performed well in seasons past, was allowed in the race on a special exemption pass. And Donald Trump is the new kid on the block.


It's Bin Laden by a nose, Donald Trump's running second and the 100-1 long shot, Barack Obama, trails the field.  What a race!

It's Bin Laden, Donald Trump...  Donald Trump, Bin Laden...  they're heading for the wire. Wait, OMG, here comes Barrack Obama.

There was talk that he wouldn't be in the race...  something about some papers, but here he comes blazing between horses.  OOH NO, not again?! The crowd has gone wild, it's total mayhem...    Bin Laden is down! I am reminded of Howard Cosell's best and most well know sports broadcast in history  "DOWN GOES FRAZIER, DOWN GOES FRAZIER, DOWN GOES FRAZIER" . What a fight, what a slug fest...   this has to be one of the most monumental moments in USA's political history?  Wow, a questioned black man, a filthy rich white guy, and a ghost, it does not get any better than this.

Donald Trump takes a small lead, but now, without someone breaking his wind, he's beginning to huff and puff like a big bad wolf, instead of a strong and confident thoroughbred.  He has been exposed. They're heading for the finish line. Barack Obama, riding the horse Official Birth Certificate, pulls up beside the once pompous, blustery and cocksure  Donald Trump and gives him a sly wink as he pulls ahead to win in a photo finish.

Damn, and what a finish it was.  Who would  have thought it?   What a weekend to remember!?

Although our President is too classy a guy to say it, I will.  And Ali said it, what about a time called now...  "HE IS THE GREATEST!"

The slightly built black man with the hip walk and smooth talk, who many thought his campaign posturing of avoiding race and making Black issues marginal,  closed the mouths of many that had lost a little faith in his leadership. Some said he lacked cahonnas and was afraid of speaking out against Donald Trump.  But little did they know -  he who laughs last - laughs best. Like a good general, he had a plan and didn't tell  anyone until it was just the right time. Even the wise old owl Donald Trump didn't see what was coming. However, he should have asked who was coming to dinner, because as it turned out, he was the main course meal.

At the White House Correspondents Dinner, President Obama blistered Donald Trump with grace and dignity, while he kicked him in his air hole.   Donald couldn't do a damn thing but sit there and look stupid. I sort of felt sorry for the guy because all the fancy dressed dignitaries, some of which were sitting right next to him, were laughing with wild unabashed freedom as they looked straight in the Donald Duck's face. It was brutal and funny as hell! I felt as if I was witnessing Richard Pryor when he ask Miss Rudolph to tell the monkey to take his dick out of his ear, and we all know what she said,  "No Richard, The monkey lives here".

But wait, President Obama wasn't done.  On Sunday, May 1st, 2011, he pulled out his big coup de gras.  He told the world that Osama bin Laden had been captured and he was dead.

What a wonderful weekend, oh what a wonderful day. What about a time called now? I wonder what all the naysayers and backstabbers are saying now? I know what some of the winners are saying, "lookout cruel world, but don't look now, we're full steam ahead to 2013. You don't need no ticket, just get on board!"