Murray Krimah
Current mood: tested
Category: Life

I just completed my 1^st non-Christmas December 25^th. Interesting.

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For My Babies....
Current mood: peaceful
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes

My Dearest Babies,

I first want to thank you for choosing me as your mother. I will make a series of promises to you now that I want you to know in advance and I want you to hold me accountable to them.

First and foremost I will love and protect you unconditionally. I promise to light up every time you enter the room. I will not hold you responsible for the 'bad' day that I have if you are not at fault. Even if you commit the most heinous of crimes, you can ALWAYS be certain that I am still your mother and I will always love you. Wherever I am will be your home. Even after I return to the Essence, my love will be available to you.

I will fiercely protect you from any devilshment that comes against you. I shall be willing to lay down my life in that protection of you. I will sacrifice for you to see that you have what you need and some of what you want. You will be spoiled; but from love and not from material things.

But all this love and devotion comes with a price. Because I love you, I won't lie to you. Your childhood will be appropriate, but without all the little lies that people give children. This world that we live in is unfriendly. You need to learn to fight, and you need to learn that early. I will have your back for as long as you need me. And I will shield you from some of life's unpleasantness, but not all of it. You need to learn to deal effectively will all life's situations. I will raise you to view the world honestly and mathematically so that you can make decisions for your self based on facts and not emotional whims. But I shall encourage you to make changes in your reality that you do not like.

I want you to know me as a person and not a superhero. I want you to come to me with your problems, but I want you to share your joys too. I shall never give you the impression that I have all the answers. I don't. But I shall work with you to help you find the answers that are appropriate for you; not what I think you should do. You need to know that your mother has human faults and that she is a person desirous of affection. I shall be your 1st example of appropriate human interaction. You will see me interacting positively with your father an all members of our cipher. That does not mean that you will never witness me arguing with people. You will. But you will not witness the violent foolishness. Just effective problem solving. And where I'm certain I shall make mistakes, I shan't hide them from you. I will never talk down to you or treat you like a second class citizen.

In the beginning I shall make most if not all the decisions for you. But as you get older I will allow you to make more and more decisions for yourself. Yet always know, beloved child, that you will be responsible for the consequences of your actions. There will be rewards or penalties for your actions once you reach the age to make said decisions.

You father and I shall provide the foundation for you to soar and achieve all that you desire. I will never seek to control, compete with or manipulate you. I shall neither smother nor shelter you. I shall not shirk my responsibility as your parent by trying to be your friend. We have a lifetime of friendship once you are an adult. During your formative years, I will parent you.

Though I vow to parent you, I will not physically abuse you. I believe in spankings, but I believe there are other options as well. I shall not jump to conclusions. I shall always talk to you prior and following administration of punishment and shall never punish you out of my own anger.

I will teach you everything I know. And if there is something additional that you wish to learn, I will see to it that you have the opportunity to learn. I will not expect you to walk the path that I walk. I recognize that there are many roads, highways and byways to Enlightenment. I walked my own path; you will have to walk yours. I want you to grow in knowledge, beauty, and peace. It is my wish that you become a well adjusted, positive contribution to society with knowledge of self.

I am looking forward to meeting you. Hurry up and get here!


Peace,
Mommie

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I Remember Herman...
Current mood: okay
Category: Life

I was joking around with someone this morning and a memory surfaced.  Y'all tell me what you think ….

When I was a little girl in grammar school, I got to stay home because it snowed.  Now for those of y'all that don't know this (and I don't know how y'all could possibly not), I am from New Jersey.  In order for us to have a snow day, a significant amount of snow has to fall. Not the dusting that will have ATLians bum rushing the stores for bread and milk.  And it has to be still snowing in the morning of the school day, because if it stops in the evening or night, then the city has time to plow.  So picture all of the soft lush snow that blanketed my neighborhood. 

Everyone has a snow day routine.  My mother was a librarian in a public high school so she had a snow day right along with us.  And our snowed in routine was her arising early, turning the television on in her bedroom (the only one in the house at that time) and the radio on in the kitchen.  She was listening for school closures.  I knew that something had to be up because it was passed the time my mother bursts into our bedrooms and wakes us up in a flurry of kisses while singing "Wake up Little Suzy". She sang something different to my brother, and she's not a good singer… at all.  My name is not Suzy btw.

My childhood bedroom originally began it's incarnation as a kitchen.  I had several fixtures in there that were not becoming to a bedroom: a working kitchen sink, a low hanging kitchen light (the kind you turn on by pulling a cord), and a gas hookup.  Well I had bay windows too.  My bed was pushed in that bay window nook.  And all I had to do was lean over and look out the window to see that I wasn't going to school that day.  This was confirmed by the siren that is sounded when public school is cancelled. My mother has never heard this siren.  You really have to listen for it and since she always had the TV and radio on its no surprise.  Also she didn't work in Paterson, so the siren didn't necessarily mean she didn't have to go to work.  Back to my story.

Once it's a done deal that we didn't have to go to school, then the fun breaks out.  Mommie would fix a real breakfast.  The kind that we would get on Sunday, since she had the time. There would be cheesed grits (cream of wheat for me), bacon, sausage, maybe a salmon croquette and scrambled eggs.  I detest scrambled eggs but cheese and ketchup helps anything go down better.  While eating breakfast Mommie always wants to know your plans for the day (at dinner she wants to know what you've learned).  My plans were to make a snowman.  Mommie asked the same question my brother.  He is older and had anticipated the snow so he made plans to meet up with his friends at a park across town.  Mommie does not play with children. Nope.  Out of the question.  So the snowman was up to me and my friends. My mother dressed me up in the snow outfit.  You know the one that has you looking like the Michelin Man. And sent me and the dog out into the snowy abyss.  ('Abyss' was for dramatic purposes)

I knocked all the appropriate doors. But I couldn't find any friends. All my friends were otherwise disposed.  Some on punishment, others sick, still others had plans. I was on my own.  I scooped up the first snowball of snow, placed a rock in the center for good luck and began rolling.  I started this part at the end of the block.  The last friend I check for lived down there. I knew I didn't have enough snow in my yard and in front of the house to make the kind of snowman I wanted alone. When the snowball has gotten to where I almost couldn't lift it.  I stopped rolling and carried it to my yard. In my own yard I pushed it until it was up to my stomach. This was the foundation section of the traditional 3-tiered snowman.  Remember now, at the time I'm approximately 7-8ish. I start the midriff section.  For this section I have to roll from the other half of the block.  There is not enough snow left in our yard to complete this so the entire ball comes from the block.  Not worry.  I'm not trespassing in other folk's yards.  Contrary to popular belief, I had home training. Bu I can't lift this ball up the stairs to the yard.  Luckily my brother exits as I'm trying to slug the ball up the concrete steps without breaking it.  He picked up the midriff and puts it in position.  Mommie loves that boy child of hers so she was standing in the door as he walked out. She step out on the porch and surveyed my progress.  By this time I was tired.  She must have seen that I was fading and fading fast.  She admonished me that since I had begun said project, I would be denied entry into the house until I finished it.  One of her pet peeves is not following through. 

I took a deep breath, called the dog and we went searching for fresh snow which was starting to become hard to find.  The weather was warming a bit and the snow was becoming grimy and slushy.  I had to make the snowball from the bushes.  Mommie brought out a bucket so that I could collect snow from wherever it was I could find it. I ended up going around the corner… twice… for white snow. I finally had enough for what I thought was appropriate for a head. I had to get a chair from the front porch to put the head on the midriff.  Mommie opened the kitchen window and shouted that it was too small for the parts already build. See, its stuff like this is why she's going in a home. A teenaged girl I knew from across the street came and got me and the head, took me across the street and we rolled the head until it was hard enough and matched the rest of it. I wasn't allowed at this age to cross the street by myself unless I was walking to school. Then she helped me place it on the midriff. COMPLETED!  I was exhausted and thrilled.

It was a beautiful snowman in my estimation.  I went to the sidewalk to inspect my work.  Mommie finally came outside and viewed it too.  Mommie said it was a perfectly beautiful snowman.  We named him Herman.  Mommie said that she wanted to do her part in making Herman really spectacular. He was way taller than I was. We got in the car (It was easy to maneuver since I had used all the snow at my disposal that included off her car and in the driveway) and drove to K-mart and Grand Union.  Grand Union for the carrot, K-mart for a hat and scarf.  We were gone maybe 45 minutes?  When we got back to the house….. This is the horrible part y'all…..  All that was left of Herman was a dent in the front yard of where Herman originally stood. They didn't break him up…  Someone stole my snowman!!!!  This ain't right.  Me and Mommie stood there with our mouths open in utter shock and disbelief. 

Mommie was the only one to speak.  She said, "In all my born days…"  Mommie gets country when she feels strongly.  "I would not have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own two eyes!" She looked down at my tear stained face and pushed me to the ground.  Then she picked me back up, while admonishing me that this is no reason for tears.  Life gets significantly harder. We had pizza with mushrooms for dinner that night. No one likes mushroom but me. Mommie does not like springing for toppings. But it was my favorite childhood food. Wasn't even Friday.

No one knew what happened to Herman. Trust me, I asked. The next time we had a snow day Mommie suggested that I make another Herman.  I just didn't have it in me.  I have never participated in snowman making since.  And even watching 'Frosty the Snowman' brings this memory to the forefront of my mind.  I ain't lying when I say, even though that was 30 years ago, if I find the snowman thief, I'm kicking his ass.

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How doth thy soul prosper?
Current mood: cheerful
Category: Religion and Philosophy

My family is Christian.  I was raised Christian.  And just like most people who were blind deaf and dumb when they where babies, I believed what I was told by the people in power (parents, family friends, teachers, etc.).  Even though I was given that information in a certain fashion, didn't mean that I processed it in the way they wanted.  I didn't.  I didn't know that I was processing off the grid either.  I thought everyone saw it the way I did.  This was my error… and theirs.

I never believed that GOD was this altruistic, beneficent loving grandfatherly entity that was concerned about me. There were too many people out there who suffered that believed in GOD. But churches will tell you that its not GOD… It's them. They did something that GOD is punishing them for.  So you know where the concept of GOD's grace and forgiveness went for me, right?

I believed that GOD was neither male nor female.  That in order for GOD to be omnipotent, It could not have a body.  Like air.  Also, Prayer seemed stupid to me.  Prayer just seemed like a way to vent.  Think about it… if GOD is so powerful and already "knows your heart" then why would one need to pray to share what's on your mind?  Does that make sense?  And what kind of all powerful entity can be swayed by prayer, fasting and whatever?  Your GOD can be pimped?

So why did I go to church as long as I did?  Many reasons.  My old Earth is and always has been a holy roller.  People in her cipher go to church; her church. Cased closed.  Oh you can say what you want about being "your own person", but that's for folks whose mother was not that important to them as was/is mine to me. It is this blogger's opinion that if you truly love and respect people, you don't want to see them disappointed, upset or hurt.  Truth be told…. I am still a little scared of her.  I liked the fellowship of church and I love to sing (and am not bad at it).  And church, done right, can be a vehicle for community empowerment. I married a man whose beliefs mimicked my mother's. So I went to church with him.  We moved away from our family and friends and then he returned to the Essence.  That left me for the first time in charge of how I disperse my Energy.

One of the many inconsistencies about church that irks me to madness is how folks manipulate the Bible.  Jesus…our righteous brother… the hardest working zombie in all of history… did not teach Christianity.  Paul, who was never a disciple of Jesus, actually initially persecuted the Christians, claimed to have astrally met Jesus on that Damascus road, (if I made the same claim, could I start my own religion?) brought what it is that we know as Christianity. This is all very incorrect. Jesus was a Jew teaching Jewish reform.  But let me get on with this and not get sidetracked. Christians pull out the scripture (Romans 12:2) that reads "Be ye not conformed to this world; but transformed by the renewing of your mind…"  Conforming is what Christians want you to do.  If you have your own thoughts on Biblical issues, even if you have a divine epiphany, you are libel to become excommunicated. That sounds like conforming to me.  And why does excommunication even exist in an organization that is supposed to bring salvation to the masses?  I cee that scripture as meaning that we should be striving to come into knowledge of self.  But that doesn't fill the coffers of the church now does it?  I'd like to pair the Romans scripture with Proverbs 4:7 "… and with all that getting, get understanding." It's the best part.

This Christmas season prompted the writing of this blog. I ran into a woman that I used to church with. She is no different from any other previous church person I meet. Instead of inquiring about my health, career, life, any damn thing; they want to know where I worship. How doth my soul prosper. The answer that instantly jumps into my head is Bedside Baptist and just fine now, but I don't say that.  I take it to be the end of our conversation. But as always in parting they offer to pray for me.  That always makes me smile.  Not because I am happy to be prayed for (doesn't work), or that I'm gonna break out into a spirited rendition of "Somebody Prayed for me/Had me on their mind/Took the time to pray for me…." (told you I liked the singing part). but because it's a mirror showing me my freedom from that type of foolishness.  

Peace

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Never Thought I’d be in Agreement....
Current mood: worried
Category: Life

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Covenant_marriage

I know that most of the men I come in contact with and a lot of the women I come in contact with are against marriage.  I am not against marriage, but I don't feel the need to be married either.  I have been married before so I am able to form my opinion from experience rather than observation. But this blog is not about cohabitation vs. marriage. 

The main argument I hear against marriage is that you don't want the government all up in your business. I get it. But my rebuttal to that is that the government is already all up in your business.  You have a birth certificate, you probably went to public schools, you have a social security number, you have filled out a W2 form, you have a driver's license, pay taxes, have student loans, etc.  The government is already thoroughly up and through your isht. But the above link is disturbing. 

Covenant marriage.  WTH?  Okay if marriage is coming to this then I'm all for cohabitation. The difference between this and regular marriage is that you would agree from the onset to terms that would make it more difficult to get divorced.  But you can choose whether or not to get this type of marriage or the standard type. Why can't you have regular marriage with that understanding?

I agree that it is very easy for folks to become unmarried.  I'm not going to lie, while I was married, I kept in mind where I could get an uncontested divorce for $400 and on the DL at that.  My late husband kept a gun in his night stand. He said it was for protection but he'd only look that direction when we argued.  As Chris Rock once stated, "You ain't really in love if you have never thought and planned how to kill your spouse and cover it up.  And the only thing that stopped you was an episode of CSI." 

All jokes aside, lawful marriage should be standardized and not differ from family to family.  This is another reason why people get heated over gay marriage. My personal opinion on gay marriage is I'm neither for nor against it.  I'm not gay and I have no business telling gay people how to handle their business.  But again, I digress, but not really.

Folks do not have the right to tell grown people how to do something that's totally optional as long as other people don't have to ante up any cash.  And I found this concept and link by following a Republican thread!  Those jokers speak out of both sides of their mouths.  They claim that they are for less government but find away to get involved personally with a lot of personal foolishness.  In order to qualify for this, folks must have premarital counseling.  What bodies give premarital counseling?  You guessed it…. Churches!  Think about it from a practical standpoint… Folks who aren't married yet, don't have joint insurance.  So getting counseling from a psychiatrist or psychologist who could sign off on the marriage would be expensive, unnecessary and irritating.  And if you aren't being pushed by your church to do this what would be the motivation to sign up for this?  I don't personally know anyone who goes through the expense and rigamarow to have a wedding, set up a household and have children just to say one day… "I'm out!" for no reason.

Don't people think that marriage should actually break up sometimes?  Sometimes you get unhappy and/or grow apart.  I don't see the point in continuing in that arrangement.  Your spouse might decide to have gender re-assignment or join a cult.  Those are pretty much deal breakers.  But the covenant marriage only allows dissolution due to abuse, felony or adultery. That's it.  And now you are joined by the hip to a person for the rest of one of your natural lives.  I bet there is fine print.  I bet that there is punishment for the party that commits the crime that invalidates the marriage.  And how is this covenant marriage supposed to guarantee that an actual marriage exists?  My own parents were legally separated for 20 years before they got divorced.  Hell, they made me during the separation and each had other relationships.  But they had all the qualifications for a covenant marriage.

I'm proud of you if you've read this far.  I am rambling.  But trying to keep this cerebral without injecting a whole lot of emotion is trying, yet I persevere. The constitution of this country clearly separates church and state. That applies to everybody.  Now we know that the government is not always on the up and up and they lie, steal and cause trouble amongst people, but the Constitution… that document, that has supposedly held this country together since its founding, says that the government is NOT allowed to force religion on people.  This covenant marriage is some bull because this is an open door with which political and religious fanatics can force their foolishness on the masses. Look at the states where it is getting on the ballots: California, Florida, Georgia, Indiana, Iowa, Kansas, Maryland, Minnesota, Mississippi, Missouri, Nebraska, New Mexico, Oklahoma, Oregon, South Carolina, Tennessee, Texas, Utah, Virginia, Washington, and West Virginia.  It's already law in Louisiana, Arizona and Arkansas.  The Bible belt and the mid west.  These are people that the Republicans consider the "Real Americans."  They should have learned form the most recent election… No body lives in those states!

The bottom line is… Don't allow this foolishness to happen! People who want to be together for the rest of their live s will be.  They don't need a difficult divorce to force them together.  Then when you look at couples who have been married for a long time and instead of being awed at their commitment you will just say, "Ain't like they can do anything about it."  If you see this issue on your ballots, shoot it down.  I'm not only speaking to non-religious people, but all people.  We need to be mindful of maintaining our personal freedom and expression of such.  What's right for some folks is not right for everybody and other folks don't get to make determinations for gown people.

Peace

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I Hope I’m Talking to You
Current mood: enlightened
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes

I'm not sure if I have posted a blog on listening vs. hearing.  Goodness knows I have posted a plenty of blogs. The archive kills me!  Serenity can go on!  But not listening when you need to is one of my pet peeves. If I haven't, I want to quickly introduce my opinion on the subject and move on to this blog's purpose… 

I despise people who hear vs. listen. There is a difference. Hearing requires that one just receive sound waves. Listening means that in addition to hearing what was said you also considered the meaning in the sound waves. A clear way of discerning whether someone is listening or hearing is not to ask them, "Did you hear what I just said?" But see how quickly they answer. If they heard you they will be able to quickly regurgitate the information. It doesn't even need to enter the short term memory. another way is to ask a question.  If it is a question that required them to think, yet they have an instant answer, then they weren't listening. they were thinking about what they were gonna say while you were talking (or speaking). But if you drop a jewel before someone, and they have to stop and think… They were listening.

Speaking vs. talking generated the same epiphany. I was studying and I came across a phrase where 'talk' was used and not 'speak'. When I read something that doesn't make sense to me it instantly freezes me in my tracks and I can't go on. The written word should always be correct, or it interferes with the flow. My mind said the word should be speak not talk. But who am I to judge? Maybe that's the author's style.  Later on in the text, I see the author using the word 'speak' the way I thought it should be used. Now I'm really confused. WTH? Is this a typo?

So I look up speak vs. talk in the dictionary. Guess what? There is a difference. Speaking is uttering sounds waves that are picked up by the ear. Talking is purposefully putting words together that are meaningful. WOOOOOOOW(Flav style). 

Now this has me questioning myself. When I put words out there… How am I doing it? Am I speaking  or am I talking to people. You even use different prepositions with these words. I hate people who speak at me rather than talkimg to me. They just like to hear their own voices.

Why is hearing/listening and speaking/talking an issue? Hearing/listening, are done by others. So I can complain when it's not being done correctly and therefore have the right to be angry with folks. With speaking/talking, I'm the one that would be at fault. I don't like that idea. 

So where does that leave me? Now when I speak, I am more cognizant of my activity and strive to talk more than speaking.

PEACE

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Second Time Around
Current mood: scared
Category: Life

Every woman on the maternal side of my family that has been married, with the exception of me, has been married twice.  The women in my father's family only marry once.  (They don't want to get to glory and have to explain 2 husbands!)  The first marriages of my old Earth's people are passionate love matches.  Unfortunately, the marriages don't last long.  The longest was 8 years.  The 1^st husband either dies or some crazy dealbreaker pops in the mix.  When I say crazy dealbreaker; that is exactly what I mean.  Example:  The man goes off to war and returns wanting a sex change. Or they had a previous wife that they failed to mention. Stuff like that.  Then they marry men that fulfill some type of need and stay married to them for over 40 years, unhappy and unsatisfied the whole time.

My grandmother crawled away from her 1^st husband, holding her 2 babies, because she returned home one day to a shout out between her man and 5 others men. She married a very successful business man, but it was only a marriage of convenience.  She wanted to move out of her mother's house.  She never even cared to love the man that paid her bills for the rest of her life. My aunt, against my grandparents wishes, ran away at 17 and married a 49 year old man (child molester!). When this man died 2 years later, it was said that she f*cked him to death.  He did leave her VERY comfortable.  But clearly money wasn't enough.  She married a controlling, abusive man that I learned, while listening to grown folks conversation, had an erectile dysfunction. Needless to say, that long marriage was not pleasant.  My cousin married her high school sweetheart in a wedding fit for a princess!  But that meant nothing.  She is now married to a man 13 years her junior that refuses to live with her cheats on her every chance he gets with anybody he can put his penis in.  My other cousin married her high school sweetheart too.  He was in the military. She followed him all over the world, but came home suddenly.  Her boys now have 2 Mommys. She married a man the same age as my mother.  You can see in her face that she despises his touch.  But her credit score has jumped 200 points. I could go on.  I am so glad my people don't trust the internet.

Well I swore it was not going to happen to me.  I married a man I desperately loved; someone I was certain of his proclivities and a man whom I thought was in good health.  Well… I have been single for 5 years now and I must tell you.  I think I may have harshly judged my Mom's lady folks. 

This life is not easy.  I think what makes it harder than never having been married in the 1^st place is I have my memories of happier times.  I know that a lot of issues and chores that I find unpleasant could be done by another.  Some chicks don't gripe when they have to take out the garbage or mow the lawn or replace the toilet seat.  I do.  I remember a time when these weren't my jobs. And the loneliness…..  That is absolutely the worst part.  Reinforced by the fact that most of my friends are parts of couples.  I don't want to be all up in their family moments with them looking at me like a pity case. (Welcome to last New Years Eve)  My own family lives too far away to share every holiday with.  Nothing is more depressing than an empty Christmas tree or Thanksgiving for one.  But its not my intention to make this blog a pity party.

My relative's second marriages are not to men they deeply love, but to men who seem stable.  There is no joy or passion in that.  There marriages seem like marriages of convenience rather than heated excursions.  They live lackluster existences; relying heavily on the church for fulfillment.  There are the occasional indiscretions… These women are my blood relatives and all of them are still stunning.  As much as the thought that this could become my future sickens me, I see its appeal. Two incomes.  On demand sex.  Someone to come home to and cook for.  Someone to share holidays and private jokes.  And so what you don't love them completely?  Someone to give you and/or love your children.  Someone to confide in.  I can see the logic in that.

There is a flip side too.  There is someone that I have to answer too.  There is no guarantee that the man will remain kind. I just can't go, come and do as I please. He might be controlling, lazy or a moocher.  He might have bad hygiene or he might gamble away the money.  He might be critical or have a strange fetish.  He might try to hit me, and then I might have to go to jail.

So here I stand at this crossroad.  My family is asking when am I going to get on with my life and stop sabotaging relationships.  When am I going to settle back down? When am I going to have children? When am I going to get on with the business of living?  And I look at these women.  These unhappy, unsatisfied, yet financially comfortable women who don't have to cut their own grass and say, "Gimme me a minute."

Currently listening : Three for Love By Shalamar Release date: 1997-01-14

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This Joy I Have....
Current mood: ecstatic
Category: News and Politics

People I'm in a fabulously good mood. As are all the Black people I have come in contact with. I mean even Black people that I don't get along with, are positive pound and hug giving folks this morning. And you know why we are happy. The God was elected president last night. And had the nerve to be a little gangster in his acceptance speech "To those who didn't vote for me, I am your president too." Go on President-Elect Obama! I wish my Daddy could have been here, in this realm, to witness this occasion. But I have noticed that the white folks in the cipher aren't as pleased as I am…..

All over the "A" and the internet, Original people, those even who don't believe in the exercise of voting, are all positive. I saw a police officer at one of my stops. A stop that I had never seen a police officer at before. Not even when there was tornado damage falling to streets from the skyscrapers! I was like what do they think we are going to do? Do they think we are going to take to the streets, loot, overturn cars and riot? Why would we do that? We are overjoyed not angry! Keep him safe and you won't have to worry about us acting up. You think that we would riot because that's what happened recently when the Phillies won the World Series? Ummmmm White folks were doing that not us. Some of us were there but we don't act out for no good reason.

I spoke with my old Earth this morning, early. And she admonished me to not be overly excited publicly. I'm like this is 2008 not 1958! But the old Earth has a way of being right so I may not be as jubilantly joyful as I had intended. I am still clearly thrilled.

My boss is white, but all my coworkers are Black. Half the people that do business with the office are white. Every single one of them when they enter the office and see me with my professional suit and pearls on, yet sporting an Obama tee over my blouse, is giving me the fisheye. I DON'T CARE. They Why aren't they as proud as I am? They have gotten everything they wanted. The "Bush Years" are officially over. I am privy to their financial information and I can assure them that they will benefit from the Obama tax incentives. They are not making more than $250K. President-elect Obama (I looooooove saying that) is a capable, well educated, cultured, well read, well traveled, concerned individual. If the only thing that was changed was his race (and wife), they would be ecstatic too. But I'm pissed that I have to squash my joy in order for these devils to feel comfortable. Why do I have to be concerned about their feelings? They have never been concerned about mine.

Even Steve Harvey said in his national radio program to not be over excited because white folks may retaliate. WTF! Come one now. Why are we caring It's this kind of thinking that is holding us back. Obama won and I am proud! F*ck all the haters! It's no wonder the children of Israel had to wander in the desert for 40 years until the last of that questioning worrying generation was dead.

But y'all keep checking on me to make sure I'm not coming up missing.


PEACE

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Is there AAA for relationships?
Current mood: pissed off
Category: Romance and Relationships

This is a public service announcement blog, from the department of CCIM (Castration Coalition of Idiotic Men).

There is a new breed of man out there.  And I must say it's sad to see, but criminal to have to deal with.  I say criminal because they have caused me to consider criminal activities (i.e. homicide, assault with a deadly weapon, attempted murder by poisoning, etc.).  But the civilized female inside is holding me down.  Let me make knowledge born….

I am a female living alone, maintaining my square.  It is not in my nature to ask for help.  It is not in my nature to ask for anything.  But I will give obvious hints.  This goes for meeting men too, but that's another blog.  This weekend my car battery went out.  I have AAA, and I called them, but it kept going out.  AAA said to drive it for 1 whole day a lot so that the battery could recharge.  I really don't know much about cars, so I followed that advice.  It turned out to be bad advice because Sunday morning the battery was dead again.  Now I have a bunch of male friends.  I called a few of them with this proposition…. "I will take you to dinner if you help me with my car."  I didn't know how long it would take AAA to come on a Sunday and I wasn't sure if the spot that installs batteries would be open. Also, by feeding them, I would not be beholding for all the touchy-feeliness that some men would have assumed was owed to them.  And we'd be in public so maybe they wouldn't try. (It's a shamed that women have to think along these lines.)  Out of 5 requests, I only got 1 correct response.  But the god that gave it to me gave it late at night.  I can't be sure if he meant it. Every single one of the men I spoke with had previously expressed their desire to sex me.  But none of them came to my aid when I actually had an actual problem. 

Men pay attention!  This type of behavior does not get you sex!  It gets you permanently expelled from my queendom!  This is how the conversation should have gone...

            Him: "What's good Queen?"

            Me:   "My car won't start"

            Him:  "What is wrong with it?"

            Me:     Explanation

            Him:  "I'm on my way over.  We'll get this taken care of"

Case closed!  See how easy that was?  Now I'm not saying that I would have given up the panties for assistance. Emphatically NO!  But what I am saying is that if I had considered sexing any of those men, that thought is gone.  Once left hanging out there, there is no getting back in my good graces. All cool points are rescinded. I hope they are reading this because I want them to know to never contact me again. What do I need these men for? To not be there when I have a problem.  I bet they would have expected me to be there for them when they are in a bind.

Now some misguided Negroes will be like, "You selling or rationing out the goodies".  That is not entirely true.  I don't think that there is anything wrong with preserving the good parts for a man who has my best interests at heart.  Contrary to popular belief, even though I can do nearly everything a man can do, doesn't mean I want to, that I'm particularly good at it or that I should even be doing it.  Ask any single woman who has gone to get automobile repairs alone.  They will tell you that mechanics are sexist thieves.  When a man is standing with you, everything changes.  If you are uninterested in protecting me from this type of abuse, I'm wondering what other situations will you not protect me.  Never once did I ask any of these jokers for any money, to personally fix my car or even to use their AAA cards. None offered either. 

Men ain't men anymore.  I don't know what type of beast this is that they have de-evolved into.  And do you know who is to blame?  Women. With this "hooking up" or "friends with benefits" bullshit. We have made it easy for men to be disrespectful, uncaring and trifling.  We have encouraged it with the ease that we give up the goodies.  I wonder why women have allowed this?  I'm gonna guess (because it ain't me who is perpetuating this) fear of/and/or loneliness.  I would never turn myself into a whore to just have a piece of a trifling man.  I don't allow men to treat me in any old kind of way. I don't care if I never have sex again.  I will not deal in this foolishness.

Castration is the answer.  That way they can't pass their defective foolishness on to the next generation. And they will think twice about their existing behavior patterns.  That goes for women too!

Actually I'm glad my car acted up.  It has given me clarity on who needs their pink slip walking papers. 

PEACE!

My name is Serenity Love Divine Earth, and I approve this message.

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Today’s Mathematics: Knowledge God abbt Build/Destroy
Current mood: awake
Category: Religion and Philosophy

Now normally I don't do this over here.  I have a livejournal account dedicated to math, but today I was feeling rather deep so I thought I'd share.  Here goes...

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