New developments

First, I'm getting my new username off the ground.  The other one got in two many chat room brawls.  I'm not going to brawl any more.

You don't like my opinions, fine, but I'm not going to squabble.

So anyway, I'll be back on the sites (Daily Kos and all that) in a couple of days.

Still haven't found a photo for you all though, the blurry will have to do.

I don't think I'm going to do a blogroll.  It's too hip-hop to be shouting out all the time.  I love hip-hop, but it's not me.

Why we need to legalize pot

Too many Blacks in prison.  Simple as that.

Can't let the rapists and murderers out.  DON'T even think about it.  The least we can do is stop putting stumbling blocks in front of the blind, and the brothers smoking pot are certainly blind.  They need treatment, sure.

Wake up, Black man.  Clean up your act and get to work.  We need you.

My Mother

Last post I mentioned my mother.  A beautiful intelligent Black woman with the most musical laugh.  She taught school at a mostly white school.  My neighborhood was safe but not rich.  Everybody knew her and everybody (yes even the whites) respected her.

Are you surprised?  You wouldn't be if you knew her.  She could teach a roomful of children to read, discipline a child without cursing or even THINKING anything undignified.

What did she teach me?  I'm going to try to recall as much of it as possible and I know I'll forget half of it.  Let me tell a story.

When I was about 12 I was easily the biggest kid in the class.  A bunch of little white kids, some other Blacks, and me.  They knew me and they weren't afraid of me, but I didn't know why.  The thought of people being afraid of me just never crossed my mind.  So a couple of times it became clear, and it made me so mad, because whites in town who didn't know me were afraid of me.  They would shy away, the wouldn't look me in the eye.

I was just barely too old to cry about it to my mother.  "Why are they afraid of me?  They think I'm some kinda thug just cause I'm black.  Do I act like the thugs on the TV?  No, I don't.  I'm polite cause that's what you said."

My mother took both of my hands.  She laughed her musical laugh and said, "Son, they are afraid of you because you are a big handsome black boy.  You are just going to keep getting bigger and more handsome so you better get used or it will make you crazy."

I whine about it a little more, but not enough to make her mad.  She said, "What are you going to do?  I'll tell you what.  You are going to be polite - no yelling, no cursing, no bad grammar.  When whites get to know you they won't be scared any more."  That was it.  She changed the subject.  I was helping her make dinner lickety-split.

I hope she never reads this blog, because I'm not real politically correct, but I love my mother and I'll probably write about her every other post.

Blacks Aren't Stupid; They're Skitso

Two posts ago and two days ago I said when I was on the fishing boat I decided Blacks are stupid for not knowing why whites are afraid of them.  This was not me at my charitable best.  I admit that.

Here is what I came up with when I interviewed some brothers and sisters (mainly brothers) about why they though whites are afraid of us:

"Whites are racist if they're afraid, because not all Blacks are violent criminals."  Yeah, right on brother, and not all lions are man-eaters.

"Whites deserve to be afraid because they deserve to get robbed and beaten, because they richer than us."  Okay, so are you gonna rob everyone richer than you?  Some Blacks are richer than you, did they all earn it?  Face it, we all got LUCKY one way or another.  Read up on Communist Russia if you don't believe me.

"We should be scared of whites.  KKK and all that."  Have you ever met a Klansman Klown?  I haven't.  Ever met a Black who pointed a piece a white for thirty bucks?  I bet you have.

"I dress and act like a thug just to scare whites.  They shouldn't be scared, because I'm not really a thug."  So you should get whupped for the crime of Impersonating a Thug then.  Don't go shouting and cursing to scare little white ladies and then come crying cause they got scared.

The ONLY thing I heard that had a grain of truth to it:
"Whites are just easy to scare.  Nobody knows why.  They got no heart."  See, now I'm not being my charitable best to whites either.  They are pretty easy to scare and they got pretty sensitive feelings.  So what?  Think of a white like a cat.  Not a guy whose into old jazz, I mean a real cat.  Now say you got to make friends with this little cat because your life depends on it.  Do you run around, screaming at the cat, chasing it?  If you do, you're a fool.

You see, my conclusion is that each little thing Blacks think about whites ...... there's a reason for it.  Even if it's wrong there's a reason.  It's just when you add all these things together they don't make sense.  A Black who robs a gas station for thirty bucks is a knucklehead for TWO reasons; first, he's going to jail for thirty bucks (this time or NEXT time), second, he's scaring white people away from the hood.  Only the old folks - OLD WISE BLACK WOMEN - know the second part.  I thank god I had one of them for a mother.

About this blog

First, this blog is underdevelopment.  I'll get better pictures for it and all that in a while.

Second, this blog is not about religion.  I'm not a Muslim or a Christian but I have respect for all religions.  Beyond that, I'm not here to offer my opinions on them - I don't have a degree in divinity!

Third, this blog is not about things you can't change.  If I buy a lemon from a used car dealer, I might complain about it, but I'm not going to spend to much time on it.  By the same token, I'm not here to rehash the past.

The Fishing Boat

For a while in my twenties I worked on a fishing boat.  I had gotten fed up with my crummy job operating a photocopier and decided to give the sea a try.  Maybe because people told me I should have gone into the navy; I don't know.

While I was on the boat, I was thinking about good and bad things back home.  I thought about violence a lot (only a little bit because I was mad at the other crewmen), and I am came to the conclusion that BLACK PEOPLE ARE STUPID WHEN IT COMES TO WONDERING WHY WHITES ARE AFRAID.  It was a nasty thing to think about my brothers and sisters, but out there in the Gulf of Mexico, I didn't have much else to think about.  (I don't think Blacks are stupid like that any more; more about that later.)  (Oh, and another thing - I wasn't really THAT mad at the other crewmen; it was just frustration from all the close quarters.  Go fishing for weeks at a time and you'll know what I mean.)

There's a whole lot more I've thought about since then.  Until a month or two ago I used to hang out on Black boards and ask people who they could say they had Black pride if they blamed all their failures on whites.  People responded but they didn't LISTEN.

So I gave up.  I dropped my old pseudonym and decided to pick a new pseudonym - a proud African (not necessarily Black) warrior who used to be a slave.  I'm not a warrior (I just don't have a killer instinct - more about that later) and I never was a slave (I was LUCKY to be born when I was), but I am certainly proud.  It is a virtue AND a vice - don't let anybody tell you different.  

This is my first post for the blog.  More will follow.  I'll tell you my life story, if it isn't too boring, and then I'll tell you why I feel the way I do.  I'm not trying to shock anyone, but I don't exactly mind if I do.  This blog isn't rude but it's not for politically correct people either.