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Cynique: Carey, you're nothing but a dumb blue black monkey. Look at your lips, they're perfect for kissing Obama's A**. Carey: I may be a monkey, but there's nothing we can do to turn you into this white woman. And why you gotta talk so nasty? Cynique: Cuz I'm a nasty MFer. Look, why can't we be friends? In spite of what I've been saying about you, I love you. Carey: Okay, do you still have those red slippers. If so, click them bad boys and lets do the nasty. I mean, since you're the self proclaimed Nasty MFer, lets get it on. Cynique: Ooooouuuuu, I love it when you talk nasty to me. But please, call me Miss Jackson if you're nasty too. Carey: Damn, do I have to? I mean, I was just joking. Could we flip a coin? Besides, you're green and your breath stinks, and I'm a baffoon. Do you really want to do this? Cynique: Negro, haven't you heard about a scorned woman? Come on, lets click dem hills and get busy. Carey: Wait Wait Wait, if we are going to do this, could you change into slim dark and lovely? I mean, for a wicked witch, you're cool and everything but I'd like a little adventure. Besides, since I'm an old fart, and I've run out of viagra, and I want to rock you all night long, lets do the thang right. Cynique: You do have a point. It has been a while since my toes have curled, so yeah, lets do the damn thang. Please be gentle. Carey: *eyebrow raised* Cynique: Here we go! *** Click ClicK, Rubba Dub Dub*** Cynique: Ouuuu Carey, why didn't you tell me. Forget Chris Hayden and Xeon, I am all yours. Carey: **** thinking to himself*** "oh lord, what have I done? Well, I'd better make the best of this" . Come on Miss Jackson, you asked for it!! Cynique: ***Screaming and crying**** WHAT'S MY NAME? WHAT'S MY NAME?! WHAT'S MY NAME YOU OLD........ OOOOOOUUUUWEEEEeeeee! ******Fade to black**** The rest is X-rated

Cynique, you really don't get it... do you. You have a very difficult time giving someone a compliment, and therefore you believe there's some type of ulterior motive when a man gives props to another. But I understand your dilimma. Cynical: distrusting or contemptuous of virtue in others; sneering; sarcastic. Who wants to be a sneering, sarcastic, distrusting, disgusting, faultfinding person? That must be a horrible existence. When will you ever allow a post to sit without tramping through it for your own selfish rewards? When TarFairy gave the post a small compliment, that must have hurt you to your core. You couldn't wait to muddle the floor. Something is just not right?

"Oh oh! Unca Carey's been at the corn jug again! Boil up a big pot of coffee. It's gonna be a loooooong night! Chris, my hat is tipped in your direction, that's a very good line. I have no comeback. You trumped me.

"I thought it was pretty good" Well Chris, unlike the bitter crow, I am more than happy that you took this post for what it is. Our cynical friend seems to get out of wack when an artistic expression does not follow her path. Nothing bores me more than her slow purple prose. Gosh, reading her stuff is like swallowing a suicide pill. I've been noticing the battle between you, Xeon and the wicked witch (when she called you out). I agree with your point of contention, but I was not going to step in that mess, you've been holding your own. Besides, Xeon is a formidable foe. He doesn't leave his backdoor open... very often. Unlike Cynique, he seldom speaks in absolutes or gives an opinion that he can't support. I could object to his propensity to highlight the supposite errs of our community, but we've been there and done that. So, keep up the good work.. I've been trying to figure out what's really at the core of our light skinned friend. She said Obama was not black. She called him a half-bred. Damn, that's strong. But as you've brilliantly pointed out, I think she hates herself. If I am not mistaken, and based on that picture she posted of her in black leather and whips (really folks, that's true), I believe a whole lot of cream has been dipped in her coffee. Yep, I think you're getting close to her inner turmoil. Well, I wonder if she calls herself a half bred? Hey Chris, you probably already knew this, but I've never read your book. I just threw it in the mix to add a bit of humor. I am sure you put your heart in that book, so my intent was not to minimize that effort. I am going to take up a fund drive for Cynique. I'm going to buy her an applause track. I've noticed her go into bit of depression when some folks receive a bit a praise and her words are left floddering in the wind. I wish she would lighten up a bit. and not take this too seriously. When she resorted to calling herself foul names, I knew something was wrong. But wait, she'll be back. She LOOOVES walking over other folks posts.

Thank YOU, I take a bow! But baby baby please, baby baby please.... you're taking this waaaaaay to seriously. Take a chill pill and come back tomorrow night and try it again. But I truely understand, you've missed me. ooooooooh I'm blushing, I feel so honored.

Now that you've managed to thoroughly hijack the post, are you done? I mean, when you start calling yourself the B-word and speaking about hermaphrodites, it's time to say goodbye.

Oooooooh that's so cute, you've come to defend yo man. And I am so pleased that you took the time to write such fancy prose. But you know what, I think you're jealous of Chris. Yep, you read my post on him and the Wizard and you felt left out. Shame on you. Okay, smile and say pretty please, and I'll write one espeacially for you. I'm never lost for material on Uncle Toms, Lawn Jockeys and Old Maids. Remember, put your teeth in and smile! And while you're at it, get some new material. You're starting to really bore the crowd. Good lawd, have mercy on our soul.

There was an American animated television series featuring Tooter Turtle and The Wizard. Mr. Wizard lived in a tiny cardboard box at the base of a tall tree (something like The White House). Tooter would knock on the cardboard box, to ask another favor. From inside the box, Mr. Wizard would shrink Tooter small enough to enter through the box's front door, and eagerly invite him in. Mr. Wizard has the magic to change Tooter's life to some other destiny, usually sending him back in time and to various locales. Since none of Tooter's alternate lives ever worked out, the moral of each segment was always the same: "Be satisfied with your lot." When Tooter's trip finally became a catastrophe, he always called out the same thing, "Help me, Mr. Wizard!" Mr. Wizard would rescue him with the incantation, "Drizzle, drazzle, druzzle, drome; time for zis one to come home." Then, Mr. Wizard would always give Tooter the same advice: "Be just vhat you is, not vhat you is not. Folks vhat do zis are ze happiest lot." Tooter never learned, though. Now enters the New Wizard And a few Tudor Turtles: Find the messages in the following sagas. Remember... be what you is and not what you not, those that do that, are the happiest lot. ********************************THE NEW WIZARD******************************** The New Wizard (President Obama) says: "I am granting wishes today, so who will be the first turtle to find their destiny?" The horse mouth Harvey says: "Hey prez, since I am the love doctor, I want to be the president of The United States. I want to spread love and unity to get this country back on the right path" The new wizard: First, didn't you read those letters on my suit? Recognize that I am the Wizard and the HNIC and the president, so act like you have some damn sense and address me with respect. My name is Mr. President. But listen, asking you for advice on love, is like asking Jack The Ripper for a band-aid. Yes, he's going to produce a band-aid, and cut your damn throat at the same time. What would your past nine wives have to say about you being the love doctor? Yep, you cut them deep and low. However, now you want to be the president? Okay... **POOF** The little turtle that wanted to be the president was off to spread love.as the new president. His first stop: All the black folks of the US. After a very short period, he didn't want to be the president any more. The horse mouth turtle: "Help me, Mr. Wizard! They are killing me" The Wizard: "Drizzle, drazzle, druzzle, drome; time for zis one to come home. Boy, didn't I tell you to be what you is, and not what you are not? Those that do that are the happiest lot. You must have discovered a few disadvantages of being the president. First, love don't love nobody - huh? I also saw your HBO special "quit trippin, God ain't done with me yet". Consequently, in spite of your new found faith, I bet some people would not let you forget your past - huh. I can assume they mentioned your education, your momma, and your daddy and your wife. And, your vernacular was probably "too black" for some. Some folks even said you were too rich to understand their problems. I bet some people even took shots at your religion. Yep, I've heard all those cries. Love is a funny thing, and cynics will never find love, no matter how hard you try. So, tie your horse to a wagon, and let me do my job. Who's next? Chris Hayden: It be me, the rumble jumble from St Louis. I brought my book along because I want to bring understanding to our nation. See, Thumper won't talk to me anymore, and Carey calls me a foolish fool, but I want to be your speech writer. The Wizard: Excuse my language, but you gots to be fu*king kidding? Yo dumb ass wants to be MY speech writer? Look Christy, I read your book, and you got the title right. That was some voo-doo ass, blood suckin', wack-ass sh*t. Chris my man, I'd make a poor hustler out of you if I granted your wish. You might start believing your own nonsense. So get the hell out of her and take that 40oz with you. Who's next? The Hammer: "You can't touch this, Mr. Wizard. I mean, what about us black folks? You have not stood up for our personal needs, so I want to be president so I can to show the world how a natural black man gets the job done. And remember, you can't touch this. The Wizard: "First, I wouldn't want to touch that! But, wasn't you the guy that had millions before you decided to participate in the negro side-walk show? You know, showing everybody how black you were by buying cabins in the sky, and having a large entourage of black groupies? Not to mention your choice of clothes. Gosh, that must be a black thang. Besides, although I admire your ability to rise from being George Steinberger's bat boy, you failed to look at the big picture. You listen to those that said me me me, and lost your spot, and now you're just the proud black hammer, that had a reality show. But, if you want to be the president... **POOF**... Go touch that!" The proud black hammer was off to show the world how to represent the black voice. Every issue that involved a black person, his intent was to throw caution to the wind. He had decided to tell the world to let his people go. However, he soon was crying worst than Keith Sweat, Jimmy Swaggard and Arsenio Hall in Harlem nights. The Black Hammer: "Lawd help me. Help me Mr. Wizard. These folks are hanging me!" The Wizard: "Drizzle, drazzle, druzzle, drome; time for this boy to come home. So hammer, you were going to get your black stride on -huh! Well, they talked about your momma like she was a 10 dollar ho, with a 2 dollar p**** and a rubber a**hole. Yep, I've been there because my mother is white. Our issues are not exactly the same, but my blues is just like yours. And, I bet you didn't know I could cus? Nigga please, don't let that Harvard degree fool you. I was born and raised in the Brier Patch. You know I was ostracised for much of my life. In Hawaii, they have a special name for our type. Anyway, they said you were too rich to relate to their problems, even though you are a black man. But I did see you try to broach the subject of racism. Well, that's when they really brought out the hanging rope. When you said that police officer (in the Skip Gates case) acted stupidly, some folks said you were stepping outside the boundaries of the presidency. And other folks said you should have never invited that man to the white house. On all the "black issues" you had clowns on the left of you, and jokers on the right. Some people said you were giving preferential treatment to black people. You said "you can't touch this". Now they are calling you Can't-Get-Right. Even your supposed allies, white and black, said we are all just Americans... blind of color. But, when you said black, some folks jumped back. When you said "Americans" some negros cried... what about us? So do your thang hammer time, but be what you is and not what you's not, leave the driving to me, or you could get knocked-out. Who's next?" Chris Rock: Hold up Mr. Wizard, I mean Mr. President, I ain't trying to be nobodies fool and nobodies president. I've been there and done that. I mean, I was the star of the movie Head Of State, so I know what you're going through. Look at my teeth, I think they put something in my water, and I couldn't trust anyone. They used the guilt by association trick, and the divide and conquer ploy. They solicited influential black businesses and black politician to sway the minds of those that are natural cynics and born again haters. Even some of my so called supporters berated me when I spoke to my friends, or went to places that didn't meet their approval. You know, just like when you visited The View. Also, in the movie, my brother was Bernie Mac, which caused an uproar because of his occupation. I couldn't get a break. I know you've been there. I love you man. You have been the best role model for my children (and any person of color) that a black man could ask for. You've shown millions of black childrens how to overcome adversity and the sky is the limit. So, I am not going to be foolish enough to believe I know more than you. So you can drizzle your drazzle and druzzle your drome, but I am already home. I am a black man in America, and I know what that means. The President: "Stop it Mr Rock, you're going to make me cry. Bring your kids by my house. Lets sit down and have a beer. Comments: Big Mark 243 For those who support him, they find comfort in that. For those who irrationaly hate on him, well I did say it was irrational, their hate. KevinsTeeTee: Yes yes it is I (Nicki-Nik) I've been away all weekend (got my Disneyland and Michael Jackson on) so I hadn't had time to comment on this post. Yes we've all played the fool as some point in our lives and best believe you'll probably play one again because that's just how life works. The difference being that with life comes experience so the number of foolish encounters should (assuming you learned your lesson because you know some people are Darwin award recipients) diminish. I'm sure this post is more geared towards the individuals who appear to argue for the sake of doing so without any rhyme or reason. And I've come across those who just have to be right even if it means compromising themselves long term from people wanting to converse with them. And maybe they don't mind the isolation since their polarized views would create such a situation. Or maybe they'll find people who think like them (e.g. think Rush Simp-baugh) and grab a soap box and start preaching their brand of 'truth' to those who are already in that realm of thinking... Maxinr said: Is there really such thing as a 'person who knows no sorrow?' Being foolish sounds like it might lighten a lot of burdens FreeMan: Well if someone is a fool full time then they have a real problem but most cats on a blog have been a fool. I know I have plenty of times but sometimes I can't lie I'm having fun frustrating people. Sometimes I lose my way but once a conscientious objector steps in via email or just saying hey Man Stop, I can stop!I have been FOOLISH but have only dabbled in it, not long enough for one to draw a conclusion on the MAN speaking. I have been a drive by fool on plenty of occasions but if someone doubles back I stopped. BigmacInPittsburgh Took me a second or two to get it but good post! Trying to get some of the arm chair critics to be understanding of their criticism is like hitting your head upon a brick wall. Most of those critics you speak of have not a clue of the real world. Most will believe everything the media throws at them without asking the most important question. WHY am I being told this or that! Carey: Most of my posts are about mistakes I've made. It's been my hope that others may learn from my journey and possibly see themselves in me. See, I've been a zip fool. To change, I first had to accept that and then find those qualities that might keep me back there.Without rationalizations or excuses.... my hand is raised. Mizrepresent: lmao, okay Carey/Carey, i'm no fool, at least by definition...but i have been played the fool, many times...but love, what was this post about? CareyCarey: "but love, what was this post about?" Miz, I am glad you asked. Since you've been reading my stuff (8 years) long before I considered myself a blogger, you know it takes me awhile to get to my point. Yes, I like to tell little stories along the way. On the surface, this post was about being a fool (who's really the fool). Underneath that, it was about holding up a mirror. A mirror to our souls/behavior. Although the fool has many qualities, they're exhibited in many forms. I use my blog to see how people will respond in face to face encounters. Even though people can hide behind a screen, human behavior seldom changes. In my "day job" I encounter people that are resistant to change and the blogsphere is no different. So,again, "what was this post about"? It was about me trying to find a common theme in those that rationalize their wrongdoings. I use those messages. It helps me prepare a rational analysis, so that I can use that information to maybe suggest an error in "their/my" judgement/thinking pattern. I know no one wants to be a fool, so I was listening to how they classified/rationalized their foolishness. However, I agree with everyone, being a die hard fool depends on how often a person engages in foolishness.... in ALL it's glory. On a side note, you know I've been telling my life story for many years. This blog is an extension of that.

Well Christopher Columbus, again you've arrived late, and then spoke as if you've found something new. Look, I would defer you to Thump, because he has no problem checking that ass when you speak such nonsense. But look, you've consistently wrapped you argument around the word "critizise". Move out of your own way and read the post one-mo-again, and my comment concerning cynicism. And WTH does this have to do with white folks. You can be such a foolish fool. I mean, you waited all this time to drop those words of wisdom???!!! You know what, I have a post especially designed for you. Keep talkin' stupid and I'm going to blast yo naked ass. Yes sir, let me go find your book cover, this is going to be a goodie.

Hello Jackie, long time no see. Someone told me they saw you on facebook. So now you have to slow your roll huh. Yep, kids have a way of bringing things to a halt. Just think, you have about 70 more years to be mom.

CYNIQUE, did you say take your picture **FLASH BULBS** They say a fox smells her own hole. You asked for it. BAM! Cynique in living color. NOW, go play your banjo at another tea party. You'll be well received *** FLASH BULB*** (Cynique (below) without her wig) AND, put down those matches, cuz you're blowing it out your.........Blowing it out your BooBoo!

Hold up Miss Muffet, while you sit on your tuffet, eating your curds and wey (and hay), cuz along came a spider to sit down beside her, to tell you... watch what you say. AGAIN, you seem to be flounding. Again, you've left out a few important words of my post. It seems as if you forgot the words violence and all that entails. And, WARS! Now, although you tried (in vain) to wrap your argument around the word "racism", I am going to run with that word and ask you if racism and power, plays important roles in violence and wars? Come on Cynique, can't you see that you're standing in quicksand? All you are doing is fueling your thirst to be cynical, and you're sinking. I mean, what's YOUR point? Picking and poking around in my post to find an obscure "win", only shines a light on your desperate attempt to soothe your ego. And in doing so, as always, you've moved this issue completely off course.

Thanks Tarfairy, I too believe it has to be said. So many of our black family of friends have run for the hills. They've seem to forgotten how long it's taken us to get to this cross-road. I try to tell everyone not to get caught up in negative banter about our first black president, and then get dropped off at the bridge. If they say NAY NAY OBAMA, ask them whose ass are they kissing. In other words, spank that ass like a natural man (or woman). Of course you might not want to spank their ass like I get that ass. I mean, although Prince wrote a song about it, CONTROVERSY is not for everyone. However, bend but don't break. Tell them, come hell or high water, you are on Obama's side. Tell them that you are not trying to be their special kind of fool. Make them show their cards. The Mantaan men and women have a sweet deal. But if one listens real closely, all they are really serving is a blue pill. And we all know what that's used for. Yep, the long stroke. I hope you enjoyed my families journey and the pictures. Thanks for reading it. And, Please excuse me, unfortunately I have to reply to the lastest comment. by one of our resident house negros. Cynique: "Obama is no more critized and villainized and burdened than was Abraham Lincoln - who freed the slaves." That's simply not true. And, no one except a true cynic would make such a comparison. Look, I am all for contructive feedback, but if the feedback is nothing but gripes and moans, sticks and stones, porous opinions, bitches and big booty lips-ches , I don't view that as constructive feedback. That's more akin to the negro-lites real message of "replace Obama". Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice.... 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 confused 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. Damn! Who wants to be a sneering, sarcastic, distrusting, disgusting, faultfinding, person? That's not the way to constructive criticism. That's CYNICISM! Cynique! Again, choose a team. They are still out there, on the case, in their war rooms, plotting and strategizing. In fact, they have always been on the case, for their team! It's time for us to think, stay focused and understand what is going on and what the stakes are and always have been. Choose a team Cynique! And remember what our ancestors knew, "It was never just a game!" Just cause some folks say it's only "politics" doesn't mean it is! Don't be nobodies fool... well, unless you love being the huckleberry.

<A href="http://careycarey-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/08/for-over-80000-days-there-was-white.html">FOR OVER 80,000 DAYS, THERE WAS A WHITE GENTLEMEN SITTING IN THE WHITE HOUSE. President Obama has a huge weight on his shoulders and so did my grandfather. At the beginning of their new voyage, each of them were up against the mighty Goliath. A formidable foe for sure. Sticks and stones could break their bones, but that was the least of their worries. In 1865, my grandfather (above picture) of six generations past, was released from slavery. Since that time, there has been 28 white gentlemen seated as President of The United States. Over Fifty Three Thousand days ago, since my grandfather was released from slavery, except for approximately 650 days, there has been a white gentlemen sitting in the White House. For approximately EIGHTY THOUSAND DAYS total days, there has been a white gentlemen sitting in the White House. Lets move ahead a few years. That little girl is my mother. Her parents didn't have an easy row to hoe. They had 10 children and were sharecroppers, but that didn't stop them from taking the time to dress my mother in her fine Sunday attire. The landowner wasn't very nice. Some of the other sharecroppers bowed to his wishes and helped him brow beat his tenants. However my grandparents knew they had to keep on, keeping on. Come on, lets move ahead. My mother made it through those days on the farm. That's her in the middle, with the glove on her thigh. Her life has not been a cake walk. Well, aside from being a black woman in America, the next picture will tell a more complete story. She had me and my brothers. I am the confused looking guy on the left. Although I didn't have a nice bow tie like my oldest brother or a fancy pair of shoes like my brother in the middle, I am grateful for my mother and my grandparents. My brothers and I fought amongst ourselves but we always fought harder for each other. If someone threw a rock at one of us, we threw 10 back at them. My grandmother is in the next picture. Look at her, she's so proud. She made it through the hard times, and she's standing in the middle of a few good black men as they break ground for our new church. But the church wasn't about her, she was building something to pass down. She passed away a few years after this picture was taken. But if she had listened to some of the other naysay sell-out sharecroppers, the following event might not have taken place. She and my grandfather stayed strong, stayed together, pooled their resources and got off that man's property. It's our family reunion! Grandma ironed a few white people's clothes and so did her mother, and so did my mother, but they didn't let that stop them. My father lost his dad at an early age, but he didn't let that stop him either. In the next picture, see if you know where he's standing? That's my father standing in front of the White House. Since 1789, there had been a white man living in that white house. Our president is now a black man. He's only been living there for a little more than 570 days. Forty three white fellas had called that place home. In their tenure, they managed to keep racism alive, and hope but a distant memory. For 80,000 days and several wars later, they've managed to build a castle in the sky for them and theirs, and yet, a few of my black friends are quick to point fingers at President Obama. They say he's not moving fast enough and he's staying mum on black issues. I wonder if my nay say friends can trace their family history? I also wonder if they've read a few history books? More importantly, I've often wondered what rewards they are receiving from regurgitating negative opinions about our president? Could it be they adore speaking in a quasi intellectual tone, while missing the fact that they are being ineffectual? Frequently, their misguided "constructive criticism" is nothing more than 10 dollar words of bubbling babble that's used to stroke an inflated ego. My father has gone home. I miss him, but I remember his words of wisdom. He was my little league coach and I was a pitcher. One day, a player on my team dropped a fly ball which caused me to lose my cool. As he scrambled to retrieve the ball, another player stumbled over him. The opposing team laughed and ridiculed the players to a point they both started crying. I didn't make things any better with my mean look and foolish antics on the mound. Consumed by my emotions, I threw my next pitch with the fury of a Tasmanian Devil. I hit the batter square upside his head. My father called time out and approached the mound. His following words I will never forget... "look boy, don't ever play another man's game and don't be nobodies fool. Their job is to get you mad at your players and have you act a damn fool. Don't let them see you get rattled. Go out and tell Tommy it's alright and we are going to win this game. We don't need enemies on our own team" President Obama has a huge task in front of him. He's standing on the mound and the ball is in his hand. We don't need enemies on our own team. If someone tries to engage you in negative criticism about President Obama, stop, look and listen, and then ask them where they are going? Don't play another man's game and don't be nobodies fool. Remember, Rome was not built in a day and 43 white fellas have played in the white house for over TWO CENTURIES... 200 years! President Obama has been there less than 17 months. My grandfather didn't go back to slavery. He took the good with the bad, and kept on steppin. Step up... when someone tries to bring Obama down. Lets build something to pass on! I don't believe there is a truly "thinking" man or woman who could legitimately claim or believe the request to "watch the motive of others" regarding the public flogging of a President can compare to what some would call "hero worship", and/or compare the request to the blind devotion some folks have demonstrated in regards to Kwame Kilpatrick and Marion Berry. The same folks who had the audacity to offer that half-ass video of Shirley Sherrod are still out there, on the case, in their war rooms, plotting and strategizing. In fact, they have always been on the case, for their team! It's time for us to think, stay focused and understand what is going on and what the stakes are and always have been. Choose a team! And remember what our ancestors knew, "It was never just a game!" Just cause some folks say it's only "politics" doesn't mean it is!

"Yes, carey, it's me again" Like I didn't know. I recognize a old lawn jockey when I see one. But I am not going to waste my time sticking a knife in all of your fence straddling comments and porous opinions. There's too many to address, and over the years you've shown the propensity to move waaaay off the central point. Case in point... "Yes, carey, it's me again, wondering how to take seriously anybody who's naive enough to believe that JFK and RFK and Malcolm X were all assassinated because they were against racism?" ** a borrowed raised eyebrow** I believe this is what I said.... "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" Now Cynique, lets look at Bobby Kennedy's own words. "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" And more from the shift shaker Cynique.... "Did any other prominent Blacks even legitimized this farce by calling attention to people exercising their right of free assembly." Excuse me, are you asking the question, or implying that no blacks voiced their opposition/opinions on the affair?! Now, of course I am not going to even try to guess what YOU mean by "PROMINENT BLACKS"? **shaking my head**. Yet, the answer to your question is absolutely!!! Cynique, I don't have the time or desire to chase you around this block called Thumper's Corner. Been there and done that!

Well Troy, although I am fat, black and old, I am not Chris. But I will still answer your question. So you've never heard of Alveda King? Really, and have you heard of a white guy named Glen Beck? I'm just trying to establish rather or not you've been living on another planet. Well, let me go back a little further. Have you heard of a guy called Maritn Luther King? Okay, now, what about a "taking back america rally", have you heard anything about that? Okay, now, did you happen to catch anying black speakers at that rally? What about Larry King, do you know him? Anyway, there's been great discussions on how Alveda King has been pimping her uncle's "brand". Some people believe Alveda has found a "slot" in the Republican's heart as the voice of the new conservative negro. Although you may not have heard of her, she does have a voice and a few listening ears. I am surprised you've never heard of her. I mean, they way you guys tried to beat-up Chris hayden for putting Sambos and Toms in check, I 'm really taken aback.

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. Uuuuum, I see the bucked eyes of a lawn jockey. 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 served HER purpose, leaving behind those that would have made her uncle proud. Unlike 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 another 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 baby, and turn in the key Alveda King, our 3 hours are over. 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.

Well jackie, Troy made me do it. See, didn't you notice it was his idea. I mean, he coulda, shoulda, woulda been alright if he just learns to say I am right. *lol* But you did notice that he didn't come back. He's probably on facebook or twitter. You know, getting in touch with all of his old friends. But I wonder what they do after they find each other? Maybe they'll just sit there and jitter their twitters. Btw, what are you doing down here reading this old post? Anyway, since you're here, would you like some of this cool-aid? Troy could of had some, but you know....

Well, I didn't actually go there. I listened to their live stream (Friday, July, 2010). I received an e-mail announcing the departure of Al Goodman of The Moments. Oh yeah, love on a two way street. In the e-mail there was a link to the station in Harlem (WHCR 90.3 FM). They played my kind of music. I even called the station and asked for a special request. They were more than happy to honor my request. They got on the air and sent one to me. They even mentioned that I was way out in Iowa.

Well Chris, let me read it one more time. Lets see.... black men, okay okay, being black, okay okay, tuff titty but somebody gotta suck it, okay okay, barber shop, okay chris, I have no idea what brought this on. It probably was just my thought of that day. Do you go to the barber shop or are you bald?

The Pied Piper of Hamelin is the subject of a legend concerning the departure or death of a great many children from the town of Hamlin, Germany, in the Middle Ages. The earliest references describe a piper, dressed in pied (multicolored, LIKE A PIMP) clothing, leading the children away from the town never to return. In the 16th century the story was expanded into a full narrative, in which the piper is a rat-catcher hired by the town to lure rats away with his magic pipe. When the citizenry refuses to "pay the piper" for this service, he retaliates by turning his magic on their children, leading them away as he had the rats. Now, look at that pimpish dressing pied piper. From his perspective, his intentions may be good , but we all know that pimps are very selfish individuals. They talk a lot of garbage in a mesmerising tone, but again, they have an agenda that soothes their own needs.</STRONG> IT'S THEIR AGENDA AND THEY DON'T CARE WHO THEY HURT! For clarity sake, and to move this post to it's proper context, lets view the pied piper as any one of a number of news outlets and bloggers. Some of the news shows have fancy looking sets, just as some bloggers. The blogger and the news outlets continue their commonalities by expressing issues that are of special interest them, just like the pied piper and the pimp. The pimp gets paid, television shows get paid, and so does the blogger. Again, as with the selfish ways of the pimpish piper, each of them are on a mission which requires a few gullible and unsuspecting souls. Regardless of their intent, their words can be very damaging. Glen Becks or Black Necks, if they're out of pocket, they can't hide. There's a responsibility that goes along with their opinions. Now enters RiPPa http://www.rippdemup.com/ And Val http://commentarybyv...n-run-over.html At the very beginning of my blogging experience, RiPPa has been what I called my mentor. We have debated many issues. We agreed on many of those issues, but today we are standing on different sides of the street. He came by to comment on my last post, so in essence, he sort inspired this one. We can not agree on posts "Banjo Man" and Telephone Negro http://careycarey-ca...t-what-you.html Those eyes at the top of this post belongs to Val. Really, those eyes are part of her profile. She's black (I think) and she calls her blog, Commentary by Val. Although my earlier posts were not directed solely at her, we had a conversation yesterday(@ her blog) that I'm compelled to address. She has since deleted my comments, and I understand why. Is she a pimp? I don't think so. Is she a blogger? Yes. Is she a pied piper? Ummm, could be. A question has been asked, would you take Obama or an unidentified Republican? Well, as we "speak" there are forces at work in war rooms, that are vigilantly plotting a strategy to but their man or woman in office. The tried and true, divide & conquer technique is one of their best weapons. In walks the blogger Val. She's not alone. Many blogger dress like Val, and consider their messages of vital importance, however, I am looking at the errs of their ways. To be fair, I don't believe most of them have even considered the damage their words can have on the realities of the black experience. Either they have not done enough solid hard thinking, on this issue, or their personal agendas have blocked it out of their minds. But in the case of Val, I've since discovered that she knew what she was doing. But first, it's no secret that our president Obama, has made a few misstep in his maiden voyage. That's to be expected. The center of this discussion concerns the firing of the USDA official, who I love because she stood strong and said, THAT'S MY PRESIDENT! Yet today, my concerns are not about the issues surrounding that madness. Today, I have a keen eye on the pimping ways of some pied pipers. Case in point, the actions of one blogger that goes by the name of Val. I am using her as an illustration of what could happen, and does happen, if we do not pay attention to the motives of some bloggers. More so, what we hear from them, and whose ass we are biting, should be a serious concern. And since this incident happened yesterday, lets take a fresh look. Val opened with a discussion on the fired USDA official. Her words caught my ear because they were filled with the convenient hater-aid of president Obama. Although the issue was about the firing of the official, her words had a different flavor. Nevertheless, many black bloggers joined in the negative banter. They didn't know where she was going. You know, that's what humans do, it's not their fault. Ninety percent of the time, if negativity falls on the floor, negativity will follow. One individual did not fall for the Okie Doke. [Don]He said, Val, I would like for someone of your intelligence to step outside of the box every now and then. We don't really know what transpired. But whose to say that Obama didn't trust his staff to make the right decision after being notified on Sherrod remarks. Then, once the ish hit the fan, it was brought to Obama's attention that an injustice had been performed and he right'd the wrong? However, his words and mine were in the minority. Most of the people were following Val's lead of negativity. Then, later in the day, just like the pied piper, she lowered the boom. Look at her words: "And that's exactly why I think we'll be better off without Obama in the White House. He's so afraid of angering racist Whites that he does nothing for African Americans. As if we aren't real Americans, like the Tea Party folks believe" So, it's obvious her logic is in dire need of repair, but she had already worked her magic, by persuading others to point an evil finger at President Obama. If one listened to her message of throwing out the baby with the bath water, we would be appointing an unidentified republican to lead us to the promise land. It could be Sarah Palin, and we all know she loves black folks. It could be a closet member of The Tea Party? We all know racists and bigots have become very covert in their evil ways. Who knows who it could be? I don't, and at the present time, I do not believe anyone has a clue. So her proposal is absolutely loony. It's ridiculous beyond my comprehension. Look, like any marriage, there will be certain issues that cause stress, however, we shouldn't let a few issues divide, conquer and spoil the union with our president. We should never forget to remember the past. Many black bloggers believe their negative opinions of president Obama are needed to keep him honest. They also believe their words are reaching a source that can solve their proposed problems. Yet, in reality, their words are only reaching a black audience. Much of what they are saying can be found on the 10 o'clock news. Don't get it wrong, I am not minimizing the importance of spreading a message to people of color. In fact, that's the core of this post. If those messages are filled with nothing but negativity, are the black bloggers acting in a pimpish fashions? Are they dressing to impress like the pied piper? Are their rewards rooted in selfishness, just like the pimp, that plays with the minds of the unsuspecting? Are their egos, blog awards, and hits, more important than the adverse affect of their negative banter? Are they more concerned with advertising dollars and book sells, than they are with the consequences of their unbalanced words? Who are they influencing, and what's the message? What, that it's okay to spread gossip about our president because other bloggers do it? I wish they would straighten up, so that mess will slide off their backs. It's not clever and it's not cute. I know my position is not popular, but I, and others, have seen the adverse affects of Pulpit Pimpin' Bloggers, that can not define the motives behind their finger pointing. Until someone shows me the rewards of their negative "whippings", other than "could be's', should be's and possibilities, I am going to stick with the facts and say, "miss me with that bullsh*t". Every eye is not closed. And I suggest they look deep in their hearts to find the real motives behind their words. I don't think they know, or do not want to drop their secret. It may not be their fault. Some people are constitutionally incapable of seeing the truth. Even if the motives are based on good intentions, those intentions pale in comparison with reality. I hope they can show me their finished products, that do not included blog awards, slaps on the back, and porous opinions. Look at that pimping Pied Piper in the picture. He's black, he's dressed in bright colors, and he's obviously playing a splendid tone, but who are those guys following him? And why? More importantly, what are they getting from the pimpin', pied pipin' bloggers? Posted by CareyCarey at 9:12 AM Labels: black like me, blogging, politics, popular opinion, PULPIT PIMPS Everyone didn't agree. See what the said >> http://careycarey-ca...t-what-you.html

"and stfu" Cynique, is that the best you can do? You're starting to disappoint me. But in the end, use me to do the thangs you do, because I sho'em using you.

Egads, you must have wiped the old crust out of your eyes to find me down here, Cynique. "What would we do if we didn't have Carey to take Blacks to task for not measuring up to his skewed standards???" You'd be lost with nothing to do.

If I could get high right now, I would. Are you kidding me, there is no greater feeling. That's real and very dangerous. If you didn't know, you don't want to know, because the sensations of some chemicals are better than the best orgasms. That's real and very dangerous. If you didn't know, you don't want to know, because some drugs will actually bring on an orgasm. Yes, that's the truth and very dangerous. Who doesn't like orgasms? You will not hear this from your local treatment center of your 10 o'clock news AND you might not want to, because some drugs hold back ejaculation which make some men feel like Tarzan. And, women love their Tarzans. That's the honest to God truth and that's real and very dangerous. Who doesn't want to boogie woogie all night long? If I could get high right now, I would. Who wouldn't want to hold back the aging process? Some drugs do that, but you didn't hear that from me (and you will not hear that from anyone else), AND, you don't want to hear that. Some of the best athletes have the lowest heart rates, around 30-40 beats per second. An elevated heart rate means the heart is working harder. Stress, worry and pain are contributing factors to an increased heart rate. Some drugs will take away that worry and stress and leave you with a sense of ease and comfort. You don't want to hear that because it's an euphoria like no other. Some drugs produce a sleep with dreams that are colorful, peaceful and long lasting. Nothing in the world can touch it, and that's real and very dangerous. All the above situations, sexual prowess, instant orgasms, long orgasms, multiple orgasms, sweet dreams, and a worry free mind are very dangerous. Not because of the championed adverse affects, it's because you're going to love it. Then, after a short period, the mind remembers all those sensations, BUT... and HOWEVER, unfortunately those same sensations will never be reached again without that same drug. No never, not ever, NEVER. But the mind sits and waits for it's lover to come back home. There will never be another lover like that lover. But the mind sits, and cries and yearns and waits. This post was inspired by my closest friend that heard that cry. He was in the ministry, sitting right up in the pulpit, but unfortunately his demons called him back. He just called me today (July 19, 2010) and others had been whispering. We had been walking this path together. For years we have been each others greatest support. Now I am left to wonder, what went wrong? If I could get high right now, today, I would, but I can't. I asked my friend if the drug still felt as good as in the old days. He said it felt even better. But let me go back a couple of days. The other day I received an e-mail from another blogger. One part of the e-mail said, "Im gonna start getting more confrontational, but in a good way. I may be wrong from time to time, but Im sure people will put me in my place. I want to build a more dynamic blog, like yours, boo!" Well, I've often questioned why I and other people blog? Although we seldom talk about it, I doubt there's not one of us who doesn't want to be sought out, liked, and admired. In no small way, our perceived popularity makes us or breaks us. It's like the wind beneath our wings. And, confrontation is not for everyone. However, I say to my friend and others, be careful what you ask for. I may be confrontational and I may be loud, that's because I have to be or I might get high. My brain will ply me with sweet memories of days long gone. It will try to render me helpless against that first wayward walk on the wild side. So I have to say it loud and confront anything they may persuade me to forget the insanity driven consequences of taking that same path as my friend. I don't know what evil lurked in the heart of my best friend, but I know the devil had me in his mouth, but I slipped away with a little help. Being loud, confrontational or what some would consider dynamic, or whatever, will not get one a bunch of comments or hits, but it's helping me to never forget the horrors of my past. I have to keep the problem close to me so that I am always working on solutions. Because I remember it, and I know I will hear it's call, but I can't love it anymore. I have to keep the evil consequences at the forefront of my mind, or I WILL lose this battle. I have not arrived and I don't want to be tricked into thinking I have. More... http://careycarey-ca...-baby-i_19.html