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YEAH, TELL'EM KOLA, THEY NEED TO HEAR THE TRUTH! And give me that damn mic, I am tired tired tired of some negros that deny the truth even when it's sitting on their brainwashed heads. Check this (and I 've said this before): WHY ALL THE HATE ON OPRAH AND TYLER PERRY? You might not like her Stead-man or her BFF Gail, but you can't deny the truth. Oprah has given voice to more intelligent and artistic people of color than any person on this earth. That list numbers in the thousands. From black politicians , black authors, black musical geniuses, black business owners, heads of foreign states, prominent black lawyers, doctors, chief cooks and bottle washers, Oprah has been the driving force in exposing them to the world, which opens a door for more to follow. Oh, should I mention her unmatched effort to highlight the ever- present struggles of the black female. Not to mention her nearly 1/2 billion dollars she's given to the needy. Look, you may not like Oprah because of her fortune and fame, and you may not like her interviewing style, and I understand that, however, does that diminish her overall accomplishments? Well, I'm just asking because I know it does not. I also know some people are constitutionally incapable of seeing the truth, even when it smacks them in their face. Yet, the truth does not lie. Listen, so many times and so many ways, I've said Oprah Winfrey is probably the greatest black woman that has ever walked this earth. I say that because "great" is reserved for those that far exceed the accomplishments of others and spreads their "wealth" and "knowledge" along the way. Greatness is reserved for those that break through the glass ceiling and then puts that ceiling in the basement. Greatness is reserved for those that have the courage and wisdom to withstand attacks from the front & the back, from the rich & the poor, from BLACKS & WHITES. Great is reaching back to give back. Greatness is reaching back to a land that most blacks could call home. Some call it the motherland. Although money is not the road to happiness, it's great that Oprah has given hundreds of millions of her dollars to causes that nobody else dared to attack or even mention. Great is a person that can win the approval of others in spite of their skin color. Oprah stands alone in her greatness. Although many women have done great things, those accomplishments pale in comparison to those of Oprah Winfrey's. You may not agree, but please tell me why? One can not deny that her greatness extends beyond the boarders of America. Oprah is the GREATEST of them all. There are no challengers to her crown. Not yet anyway. So please, why is it when one of our own reaches a place of comfort and success, so many POC hate them? Oprah is a fantastic role model for all our black children. Granted, there may be small titty-bits (yes, I said "titty"-bits) of personal indifference's one may have with Oprah, but in no way does that diminish her accomplishments. Some folks are just too busy smelling their own upper lip. And lord have mercy, some black people even call her ugly, *shaking my damn head* Yeah, there's some brainwashing going on. WHY? Well, I'll tell you why.... Because of the color of their skin. Some blacks folks are so envious, slothful, wrathful and jealous, that they'd kill themselves before they'd give another black person their proper due. Do I hear a ball of confusion? Run, run, run, but you sho' can't hide. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, vote for me, and I'll set you free. Rap on brother, rap on. Well, the only person talkin bout love thy brother is the preacher. And it seems, nobody is interested in learnin' but the teacher. Segregation, determination, demonstration, integration, aggravation, humiliation, obligation to our nation. Ball of Confusion That's what the world is today. The sale of pills are at an all time high. Young folks walk around with their heads in the sky. Cities aflame in the summer time and the beat goes on. Air pollution, revolution, gun control, sound of soul. Shootin' rockets to the moon, kids growin' up too soon. Politicians say more taxes will solve everything, and the band played on. So round 'n' round 'n' round we go, where the world's headed, nobody knows. Just a Ball of Confusion Oh yea, that's what the world is today. Fear in the air, tension everywhere, and the band played on - and the band played on. In short, why all the hate on Tyler Perry and Oprah Winfrey? Really, specifically, what's your beef with Oprah? Why can't we champion the good and leave the hate behind? You tell me because I don't know. And while you're at it, read the following post on Tyelr Perry's "For Colored Girls". I am not done yet. Sample: OMG!!!! Some negros have become embarrassingly ridiculous. Black directors make movies they feel are relevant to their personal agendas and those of their targeted audience (which is generally black). White people have nothing to do with it. Negroes need to move past their paranoiac race fantasies of persecution and see reality for it is. The Negroes who were upset about Chris Rocks movie were embarrassed that non-whites would now know the astringent details of the difficulty of grooming and managing black hair (as if they didn’t already know!). Outside of the deep rooted shame and self loathing of their natural hair, there is no sane reason for Negroes to protest such movies as Good Hair, Precious and FCG. I personally heard two black women bitterly complain the Rock had “exposed black women’s secrets” (I know…I know, as pathetic as that sounds -I actually heard them say it!). Same can be said for the movie Precious. It was a hard core gritty story about a young black woman’s tragic life. All the trappings and characters in the movie are real and black America is filled with legions of Negroes who are carbon copies of every single character in the movie. So why all the histrionics and temper tantrums about situations, behavior and characters that are pandemic in black America? Makes no sense cuz….

TO MY NAY-SAY FRIENDS OF TYLER PERRY AND FOR COLORED GIRLS. Blow it out your ass! Yeah, that's what I said, find a clue and some toilet paper. Well carey,"Tyler Perry is a Black dysfunction porn pimp. He thinks that because he's so dysfunctional that all Black people are as well. I think Oprah falls into this category too" Is that right? Well let me tell you a thang or two. I get so tired of negros that watch a movie, and then cry about how it makes "us" look. Give me a freaking break! First, it's a damn movie, okay. It's one story in time. It's one of a thousand avenues in which one could draw a conclusion and/or opinion on any number of topics including race, sexual abuse, or rather or not the Miami Heat will win the NBA Championship. Depending on who you ask, it's highly probably a mega-ton of thoughts will follow. And please excuse me, did I miss the memo? When did the mystical "ambiguous" other folks (eye in the sky) ever love us? I mean, did I miss the call that said we've been loved for the last 200 years? If there was no such doctrine, then why (NOW?) are some folks concerned with how a movie (one movie) projects a black face, or highlights real issues within our community? Come on, if a person gets their core knowledge from a damn movie and uses that "limited" knowledge to draw a conclusion based solely from that source, THAT person is an idiot!Consequently, if someone worries about that fools opinion, then hey, what does that say about them? So Tyler Perry portrays the black man as an evil usurper of woman. So... and? And what, those monsters don't exist? Spare me, Tyler Perry didn't create those brutal men, look out your window, or look in your family tree. Please, lets keep this real. Who's fooling who? Listen, personally I do not think Tyler Perry is a great director. But that opinion is not based on the subject matter in his films. Why should it? And now we have some folks attacking the man's character because some of his films include abused women and whorish men. Lordy lordy, we don't want that to get out. The general public can't handle that new (news). What will they think of us now? Do you hear me.... nothing has changed because there's nothing to change. Didn't the same freaks come out at night when "Precious" landed. Didn't I hear the same black zombies and mammy rags cry foul? Sure I did. In fact, I wrote a song about it. Here it goes... The greatest show on earth. The most super-fabulous, splenderocious, Mega-magnanimous event of the year. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Ray "Jamie Fox" Charles vs Mary "Mo’nique" Jones. Tyler Perry and the man that raped the woman in For Colored Girls. But first, let’s get the preliminary fights out of the way. I am still alive. I mean, I watched the movies "Precious" and "Ray" and For Colored Girls, and I am still here. That must make me a special kind of survivor - huh? I don’t feel compelled to shoot heroin or rape my daughter, so I must be special. My white neighbors still wave at me as they pass by. I don’t know what they are saying in their homes, nor do I care. A Precious lived down the street from me. The rumors and whispers surrounding the father of her children have stood the test of time. We called her father, Icewater. The other day I passed by the welfare office. I spotted several "Mo`niques" exchanging Newport cigarettes. I knew some of them – I waved and kept driving. I know several women that have been brutalized by the hands of men. In fact, last year, one was murdered by the hands of her lover. And check this, ol'boy had done it before. After doing a ten year bit, he got out and did it again. Now he's doing life. Let me continue. Last week I accompanied my granddaughter to her school. Ms. Cornrolls, the schools receptionist , greeted me with a smile. I returned the favor and threw in a hug. I’ve coached teenage thugs. I know their mothers and fathers. I am still alive. "Precious" and "Ray" and "For Colored Girls" are movies. Can we move forwards? Did Mo`nique kill the part of Precious Jones!? Did she not waver in that role? Wasn’t she the epitome of every abusive mother in the world. How about Kimberly Elise in FCG? Did she bring her A-game or what? Thandie Newton might not get an Oscar nod for her performance but she was the best whorish tramp that I've seen in some time. But wait, they were black women in despair, so we can't champion their roles, can we? Jamie Fox was Ray Charles. While watching "Ray" I witnessed Jamie morph into Ray Charles, one of the greatest R & B singers of all time. And remember, Ray Charles was a heroin addict. I wonder how many people bought a trey bag after watching that movie? In every detail, Mo`nique captured my vision of the quintessential angry, hostile, vicious, manipulative, cunning and insecure women. She took me there. And wait, Ray Charles was a womanizer. I wonder what the white man thinks about that. Well, no I don't. I understand Ray Charles addiction to heroin. I also understand the resentment Mary Jones had for her daughter, however, I do not condone either’s behavior. Yet, I am sure neither individual signed up for that road of ignorance. Therefore, I refuse to convict them for their character flaws or lay total blame at their feet, nor that of Lee Daniels, the director of Precious. Mary Jones said "I did what my mother told me". I few days ago, a friend of mine told me that Mr. So-n-So was a good man. I asked her how she knew that. She paused, then said "well, he had a good job and tired to show his son’s how to be men". I asked her if she’d ever been in his house. She said it was a dirty mess. She went on to say there were rumors of him abusing his wife. Rumors mind you, but she did notice his wife’s soft steps when in the company of her husband. My friend was married to this man’s son. She said he was the worst SOB she’d ever known. He abused her for 30 years. Opps, I shouldn't talk about that, right? Mo `nique (Mary Jones) did what her mother told her. She pointed a finger at Precious and said, "It’s this bitches fault, she made [my man] leave. She let him have her. She made him leave, who else is gonna love me!?". That damn Lee Daniels and Tyler Perry, they're always throwing that mess in our face, right? Wrong, the mess was already in our face, some folks just don't want to look at it. Jamie Fox’s portrayal of Ray Charles was one of the best performance I `ve seen in my lifetime. The scene in the welfare office with Mariah Carey (Ms. Weiss) and Precious was grand theater. Mo `nique’s acting in that scene was probably the best performance that I `ve ever witnessed by a black actress. No, not probably, it was the best performance I ‘ve ever seen. I’d argue against any contenders. Tyler Perry's latest effort may not be Oscar worthy, and truthfully, it's not. However, much of the criticism is pointed in the wrong direction. But really, and more importantly, what can we REALLY do to change the minds of those that love to swim in negativity? Think about that. And think about why I didn't give my overall review of For Colored Girls? Well, I'll tell you. This morning I talked about this movie for about 3 hours. I got strung out debating this movie with the poet laureate of our city. Really, that's her official title. So I had my hands full. Then my daughter called and it was on again. So I was worn out. But if you ask me a few questions, I can't tell a lie. Over 1000 people have read this post; 40 in the last hour and counting. Someone post it on facebook. Read 17 comments HERE: http://careycarey-ca...3.html#comments

Troy, I may have lowballed the number of responses. In fact, I know I did. Now this is just a quess but I'd have to move that up to 50. Now, that depends on the topic. One time they closed the comment section after 50 responses. It was a post about Tyler Perry and things got kinda heated. But here is part of our conversation: "Sounds simple but I think some people are pissed off that I see movies way before they do for free at press screenings while they have to pay and sit through TV commercials and rude audiences. I saw Unstoppbale two weeks ago Also i think you're right that some people just can't take someone with a strong opinion which I find totally amazing. So what I'm supposed to keep quiet and just be nice all the time. Also remember that we have maybe 150, 000 regular readers so a few people who may be upset with what I saw are not even the tip of the tip of the tip of the iceberg" Troy, boards, blogs, comment sections are strange creatures. Messy gossip rules the day.... like reality TV.

Let's face it--America is all about Da Benjamins, and nobody will pay you for knowing about H.L. Mencken but a school or a literary magazine--and if you don't know you can google it. I don't think it's so much dumbing down as a change of media--America has gone audio visual, and everybody who is not audiovisual is out. These people are not dumb--they are ignorant--but reading print for pleasure cannot compete with viewing movies--you can do three four movies in the time it takes to read the shortest book--you can be with friends sharing the experience, eating, drinking, make it into a social event. Reading takes place alone. Reading is also passive. People want interactive now. Press a button and move the arrow and do something.

http://www.amazon.co...24399710&sr=8-1 http://www.ghettoheat.com/shop.html GHETTOHEAT® HOTNESS: JASON POOLE REAL TALK HICKSON: “GHETTOHEAT®!” Recording: “This is a call from a federal prison. This is a prepaid call. You won’t be charged for the call from: ‘Jason Poole’. Press '5' to accept.” HICKSON accepts the call. HICKSON: What’s good, playboy? How are you feeling today? JASON POOLE: Ain’t too much. Still maintaining, staying focused on my legal situation, as well as my career. HICKSON: Of course, of course. Jason, I know this call will cut us off in exactly fifteen minutes, so I’ll make this interview quick. Jason, how long have you been writing and what inspired you to do so? JASON POOLE: Well, you know by me being incarcerated, I found myself reading inspirational stories of great men who led by example, such as Ruben “Hurricane” Carter. In fact, I would say his story gave me the inspiration and positive mindset to never give up, and to follow my dreams. His story showed me that even in the worst condition, a wise man will always find the means to do something positive. I always knew that I had a creative mind and a way with words, but it wasn’t until 2003 that I discovered my true talent as an author and screenplay writer. HICKSON: Back then you wrote Larceny, one of the hottest urban books on the streets, while being held in a maximum-secured federal prison. Can you tell the people about that writing process? Jason, tell us about where you were in life at that particular time. What made you pick up a pen and begin writing the novel? Also, explain all that was going on around you within the prison facility as you were writing. JASON POOLE: First of all, I wanna thank you for complimenting and recognizing my work as “one of the hottest urban books on the streets.” At the time I was writing Larceny, I was in my worst condition, as far as mentally. At that time, my legal matters weren’t being attended properly, as well as my financial status, due to the fact that I needed a lawyer badly. I had recently discovered that I was illegally sentenced. Also, I had found out that a childhood friend was the reason behind my arrest. I never knew that he’d given the FBI some false info on me, until seven years after I was in prison. HICKSON: Hold up! You mean to tell me your peoples snitched and lied on you? JASON POOLE: Yeah, it devastated me so much back then, that I picked up a pen and poured my pain on paper. (Pauses) I wanted readers to know what it feels like to be betrayed by someone you’d considered family, someone you’d risk your life for, ever since childhood. HICKSON: Mmmph, those are the ones who would do you in the most, but continue, Jason. JASON POOLE: I also wanted to show the readers the characteristics that a man needs in a wife in the book. I didn’t have too much interference while writing the novel, mostly because I stayed in my room at my desk all night. HICKSON: Okay. JASON POOLE: Then I’d bring my work with me to my job. I was working in the Law Library at that time as a law clerk and orderly. HICKSON: You were constantly grinding I see. So how did you wind up being placed in prison? Do you mind sharing your story? JASON POOLE: Nah, I don’t mind sharing that at all. It’s kind of a long story, but I’ll sum it up as best I can. First of all, I don’t deny that I wasn’t in “the game”, but I do deny my charges, simply because I’m not guilty. HICKSON: Okay, well, let’s talk about it then. JASON POOLE: In 1995, I was under FBI investigation and didn’t even know it, until one day I came home from New York, being at one of Puffy’s parties— HICKSON: Puff Daddy at Bad Boy Entertainment? JASON POOLE: Yeah. I found out that while I was out partying, the FBI had kicked in my mother’s door, ran up in my son’s mother’s home, and other family members places looking for me. They said I was a suspect in some murders, and they were trying to charge me, along with my best friend, Rat Man, rest in peace, with another murder. The whole time I was on the run, Rat Man was in trial winning the case. I knew that they didn’t have any solid evidence on me, but I still stayed on the run, mostly because I knew they were gonna railroad me to prison. At this time, I didn’t know that my childhood friend was cooperating with the FBI. Although it did seem strange that the FBI would run up in a spot looking for me as soon as I left. (Pauses) Anyway, one day me and another friend went to a neighborhood cookout, and when we got there, the FBI had the place under surveillance. HICKSON: Sounds like a scene from The Wire on HBO. JASON POOLE: As we left, they tried to pull us over and the driver pulled off in a high-speed chase. Throughout the chase, some drugs were thrown from the sunroof of the car. We got out and ran. I was the one who got caught, so they put the drugs on me and said I was charged with possession with intent to distribute crack cocaine. HICKSON: Damn, playboy—madness! JASON POOLE: Needless to say, I took the charges, went to trial, and lost. I have no co-defendants in my case. There were two females who were in the car with me that testified that they never saw me throw anything from the car. Yet, they still convicted me, because of the FBI agent’s testimony saying that he saw me throw it out the window. HICKSON: Let’s go back in time a bit before that crazy moment. So you’re from Washington, DC—“Chocolate City”, as us folks call it, explain what life was like for you out there in the streets, without breaking street code, of course. Tell the people about your position, your set-up, and what you were dealing in. JASON POOLE: Well, I don’t wanna dig too deep into my past and lifestyle to the point that I start glorifying it, let’s just say I was in “the game” to a point where I partied and mingled with stars, and whatever I wanted, I could get. I wasn’t a millionaire, but you would’ve thought I was from the lifestyle. Me and my friends were very respected in the city. Life was hard growing up, but that’s the lifestyle I chose back then. HICKSON: For you to wind up in the Feds, it must’ve been a major case brought up against you. JASON POOLE: Nah, it was a set-up. The FBI was angry that they couldn’t charge me with those other serious crimes. I’m the victim of a Homicide detective’s vendetta. This Homicide detective wanted me so bad, that he was deputized by the FBI to lead the case. Yet and still, none of the charges could stick, so they pinned the drugs on me. I guess he felt he’d send me to prison by any means necessary. HICKSON: Jason, let’s go back to the topic of snitches for a moment. In your book, Larceny, which by the way, I’d purchased last spring and read it in two days. I really liked it a lot. JASON POOLE: Thanks a lot. I’m glad you enjoyed it. HICKSON: You deal with the act of snitching in the book. The character, “Jovan”, even discusses how a certain well-known, real-life drug kingpin from the ‘80’s is now working with the government, which in my opinion is disgusting. In Larceny, you wrote: “In Jovan’s eyes, “Po” was a bitch, he turned friends into enemies, he used real niggas for protection and he hid behind a mask. But when the mask was pulled off it was too late. Jovan found out that “Po” was down with the Feds, and this bitch-ass nigga emptied his brain to the Government, and turned State’s evidence on all those who held him in high regards To Jovan, “Po” had committed the ultimate sin.” That’s a very strong statement. Jason, how common is this in your opinion? Do you feel that most, when convicted, act as informants for a lesser charge? Or do you feel that most take the heat and continue living by the code of the streets? JASON POOLE: Well being incarcerated in federal prison, me working in the Law Library, I read many cases, and noticed that the snitch rate is at an all time high. The Feds have a 92% conviction rate, mostly because someone gave up some info, so I would say it’s become common in Federal Court. In most cases, the only evidence they have is from a cooperating witness. HICKSON: And you actually know the rat who snitched on you. JASON POOLE: Like I said earlier, a childhood friend gave some false info on me, which put the FBI and Homicide detective on my trial. I never knew my best friend at the time, gave this info until seven years later, when the lawyer sent me the paperwork while I was in transit at Atlanta Penitentiary. His name is Derrick Reeds Miller. In fact, I mailed you a copy of that paperwork yesterday. HICKSON: W-o-w. Snitches get stitches. Anyway, how long did it take you to write Larceny? JASON POOLE: It only took me two months, mostly because I create my storyline before I even write it. HICKSON: Your previous publisher— JASON POOLE: Triple Crown Publications. HICKSON: Yes. What made you initially publish with them? JASON POOLE: Well, I felt that Triple Crown was the best place to publish my novel, due to the fact that they were leading in urban fiction sales, and my book was urban, yet with a mainstream appeal to it. HICKSON: Interesting. (Pauses) By the way, Jason, I’ve been heavily promoting Larceny, encouraging people worldwide to get it. JASON POOLE: (Laughs) Thank you. Now that’s what I call showing love. Here it is, HICKSON, you’re not even affiliated with Triple Crown Publications, yet you push my novel in every aspect of promotion, as well as promoting me as a partner and artist at your company. Thanks, Hickson. HICKSON: Lightweight, playboy. You’re welcome. It is what it is, you know how I roll—it doesn’t take much for me to fully advertise and promote my people. JASON POOLE: Thanks again. HICKSON: So now you’re signed to GHETTOHEAT®: THE HOTNESS IN THE STREETS!!!™— JASON POOLE: You better say it! HICKSON: With the new controversial book, CONVICT’S CANDY being released shortly, that you’ve co-authored with “Amin”, being published by GHETTOHEAT®. JASON POOLE: And within one year, I predict that we’ll be one of the leading publishing companies out there! HICKSON: (Laughs) Okay, okay, playboy! Loving your confidence right now! JASON POOLE: I have an arsenal of hit novels on subjects and styles no other author has ever touched on. HICKSON: Jason, let’s discuss how you contacted me in April of 2005 about you wanting me to be your new publisher. JASON POOLE: Okay. HICKSON: People out here are very curious as to why you, Jason Poole, being an Essence best-selling author, would leave the leading urban publishing house, one having great success and a slew of writers, to come over to GHETTOHEAT®, in which back at that time, I only had a poetry book out. What made you contact me to be your publisher? What made you leave Triple Crown Publications? Care to talk about it? JASON POOLE: I contacted you after reading your brief bio on the back of your poetry book, GHETTOHEAT®. I noticed that you were a marketing and advertising genius, mostly because I saw how well you sold a poetry book, which is rare in the urban book market. I realized you were just as hungry to achieve as I am. You were an established respected publisher, who at the time didn’t have an author. And I was a well-established author who needed a good publisher. I’d say it was ordained that we connected. Once I’d signed, I knew I made a home for myself as a business partner and friend. I’ve never felt so confident and sure of my career before. As for the reason why I left Triple Crown Publications, let’s just say I made a serious career move and a better business venture, as well as a confident and comfortable environment. For instance, I don’t have to worry if I send my manuscript to you, if it will get lost or not. (Pause) Whenever I call GHETTOHEAT®, before I can even say “hello”, you’ll be saying, “Hi, Jason, received your manuscript. It’s put up in the safe, etc." HICKSON: Thanks for the compliment. I’m just a chief hustlin’ like and Indian, and I’m glad that you’re satisfied here, Jason, but what really made you decide to sign to GHETTOHEAT®? JASON POOLE: (Laughs) Well, let me say it like this, I got a helluva contract deal. I’m feeling like Jay-Z right now! (Laughs louder) I hear there’s even talk about a presidential position being thrown in the air! HICKSON: (Laughs) Easy, easy! (Laughs) Slow down, cowboy! (Laughs) None-the-less, we’re going to do big things together here at GHETTOHEAT®. Jason, how did you link up with “Amin”, and how did the writing process begin with CONVICT’S CANDY? Tell the people how you two put the project together while in prison. JASON POOLE: I already had known “Amin” for a while. We were always cool from doing time in a previous U.S.P. (United States Prison) One day, I was at work in the Law Library, “Amin” was there studying, going through some papers on a rap artist. I came over and we got to talking about the industry and our careers, and that’s when “Amin” told me about his idea on writing the novel. He started pulling out a whole lot of research and titles for the novel. After he explained it to me more, I wondered if he had a particular writing style. So I threw in a few suggestions, and the light bulb went off in his head. That’s when he asked if I wanted to be a part of the CONVICT'S CANDY project. By me being a best-selling author and established, as well as a friend, it was the perfect opportunity. Now, I give total credit where it’s due, but I was the creative force in writing the novel in my own style. However, “Amin” added input as well. HICKSON: So how long did you know “Amin” before writing CONVICT’S CANDY? What prison facility were you two in when you met “Amin”? JASON POOLE: I’ve known “Amin” for almost ten years now. We first met in Allenwood Max Penitentiary. We both worked in the kitchen together, although we never really did any work (laughs), that’s where we clicked and became cool. Our friendship was established from respect. In prison, men respect each other for who they are, not for the sake of reputation and fame. It didn’t matter ‘cause I was a known hustler from DC, or that he was a known drug dealer from Philly. Our relationship developed from respect alone (pauses), then we became good friends. HICKSON: I want to talk more about your personal experience in prison. First off, what you were thinking and feeling when you first entered the facility? JASON POOLE: Damn, that’s a good question (pauses). Well, first of all, my mindset was full of anger because I was just sentenced to twenty-two years in federal prison, for some drugs that weren’t mine. Also, I was frustrated that everything in my life at that time seemed as if it was going downhill. But, I didn’t let those things dictate my actions. (Pauses) I still carried myself as a man with dignity, and most importantly, a man with sanity (pauses), although my tolerance level for bullshit was at zero. I just made sure I wasn’t involved with bullshit. I’m not saying I didn’t get into trouble, but the things that I got into were justifiable in my eyes. HICKSON: Has being incarcerated changed your disposition and outlook on life? Tell the people how being behind the wall has affected you, whether spiritually, emotionally, physically or mentally. JASON POOLE: Of course being here definitely changed my outlook on life, as well as my disposition. After being physically trapped in prison and realizing that this is all a government scam, I realized and learned that being a gangster has nothing to do with carrying a gun or pushing bricks (cocaine). The real gangsters are the legislators that create these gate-keeping laws that are design to ruin you, mentally, physically, emotionally and spiritually. So yes, I’ve been awakened by being affected with these laws. It comes to a point in your life where you realize your life is worth than being an inmate number. HICKSON: Real talk. (Pauses) I feel you. Jason, CONVICT’S CANDY deals with sexuality and people with alternative lifestyles. From your own words, honestly express to the world, what really goes on in the jailhouse. JASON POOLE: In my most honest words (long pause), the deep reality of prison life in federal prison, is completely in the novel, CONVICT’S CANDY. We made sure that no stone was left unturned. So readers, if you have the courage to stomach the truth about federal prison, then I strongly suggest you pick up a copy of CONVICT’S CANDY, ASAP! HICKSON: Physically, have you ever been tested? Challenged? Have you ever had to put someone in check for trying to test your manhood? JASON POOLE: (Laughs) Strange that you ask that question, HICKSON. Well, I’ve never been sexually tested, but I have been disrespected to the point that I had to establish my respect amongst peers who didn’t know me, or knew about me. HICKSON: Explain in details, if you can. JASON POOLE: Throughout my ten years of being incarcerated, I’ve been the aggressor in three stabbing incidents and one assault. I had to beat a dude in the head with a tray. He had to get staples in his head. HICKSON: Damn, Jason! Talk about taking it to the head, huh? JASON POOLE: I’m known to hold my own, and it’s well established that I’m all man. Like I said earlier, whenever I got into something, it was justifiable in my eyes. Mostly because I was protecting myself and my manhood, as well as my reputation. HICKSON: Yet, in spite of your environment, you’re making the best with your time in prison, creating more hits for GHETTOHEAT®. Jason, tell the people about your lifestyle in prison. What’s your daily routine like? JASON POOLE: Basically, I’m a pretty busy man. I get up at 7 AM in the morning, do a small workout, then go over some things in my legal matter. Always studying. I then workout again after lunch from 12:30 PM to 2:30 PM, shower, then read and respond to mail. Afterwards, I then focus on my writing, going over things as well as constantly jotting down business ideas. I read a lot of business books on how to achieve and be successful. Right now, I’m really digging deep into the movie business, that’s something I’m very passionate about, getting deep into making movies, in addition to novels. I plan to make a movie to every novel I write. HICKSON: And so you shall. The federal prison you’re in today, Jason, is it much different than being in the other state facilities you’ve been housed at in the past? JASON POOLE: Federal prison is somewhat different from State. In the Feds, we don’t get the necessary things that State joints have. People think just because we’re in federal prison that we’re pampered prisoners. Nah, the Feds don’t care nothing about us. They care only about keeping these factories running (Unicor), prison industries. I call the Feds “organized slavery” (pauses), but all-in-all, prison is prison, no matter where it’s at. There will always be the same things going on in every prison, some more than others. HICKSON: Have you ever had a 9-to-5 job? Also, tell the people more about your level of education. JASON POOLE: Nah, never had a real 9-to-5, yet, as a teenager I had a summer job. I never had a full-time job for a certain period of time. As for my education, I dropped out of high school in the tenth grade. Although I was always intelligent, I never went back, I was too caught up in the streets. When I came to prison, you could say I furthered my education. I use to sit in the back of various college courses or real estate classes. I even took up “Money Smart” and an outside course in Paralegal studies. I was determined to learn as much as I could in prison, while working on my legal situation as well. HICKSON: Very smart. Besides being an active member of THE GHETTOHEAT® MOVEMENT and it’s college scholarship fund, donating part of the proceeds from sales of your works to help the inner-city youth with money towards their college education, tell the millions of people who receive this newsletter worldwide, how else you plan to give back. JASON POOLE: I plan to create a production company, so that we can create more jobs within the Black community. I’m also going to start-up a few foundations geared towards youth pursing careers in Creative Arts. If all goes well with my current legal situation and the judge grants me my freedom, I want to do public speaking at various urban high schools, to empower the younger generation. HICKSON: I think it would be good for the younger generation to hear your story, especially males, those who get caught up in the glamour of street life. Hey, I know we’re about to get cut off from the phone soon, but quickly, what type of books do you like to read? Who are your favorite authors, whether urban and/or contemporary? Also, are there any other authors who have inspired you to write? If so, who? JASON POOLE: Mostly, I like to read self-help business books and magazines, such as Black Entrepreneurs or Black Enterprise. As far as fiction, my favorite authors are Donald Goines, Sistah Souljah, Nikki Turner, anybody who can write a story with a good plot and twist. The urban authors who inspired me to write were Ruben “Hurricane” Carter and Teri Woods, just to name a few. HICKSON: Without going deep, can you tell the people what to expect from you at GHETTOHEAT®? JASON POOLE: The best novels yet to come, true masterpieces and classics, ones with deep plots and suspenseful twists. HICKSON: When writing your novels, who exactly are you talking to? Who are you trying to reach and teach lessons to? JASON POOLE: I’m trying to reach a certain person in the streets living the lifestyle that I’ve lived, as well as to inform those who aren’t. For instance, Larceny was geared to those in the drug game, focusing on trust and loyalty, as well as to females, showing how much her position is needed in a man’s life. My intention is to teach people by appealing to their intellect. My stories captivate readers, brings them into that world, only to have that message pounding in their heads at the end. HICKSON: This phone call is about to be a wrap, but I have one last question. Jason Poole. JASON POOLE: Yeah, what’s up? HICKSON: Are you happy with your new deal and set-up at GHETTOHEAT®? JASON POOLE: (Laughs) C’mon, what type of question is that? HICKSON: A simple one. JASON POOLE: I don’t think there’s a word that could ever describe how happy I am with my new deal and set-up at GHETTOHEAT®. Like I said earlier, I’m feeling like Jay-Z when he got the president position at Def Jam (Laughs). HICKSON: (Laughs) That’s what’s up! (Laughs) Jason Poole, thanks again for phoning in. JASON POOLE: Yeah, thank you, HICKSON. You know this is my very first interview, I’m glad you made it happen for me. You know, this really means a lot to me. My dreams are really starting to unfold. HICKSON: It’s all good, playboy. Truth be told, this is the first interview I’ve ever conducted, so I guess we both just made history together. Jason, stay strong, keep your spirits up always, focus, remain positive and keep writing! JASON POOLE: Okay, I’ll do that. Give Tre Black my regards, as well as the whole staff at GHETTOHEAT®. HICKSON: (Laughs to himself, knowing that he hasn’t any staff members.) Yo, tell “Amin” to call me! JASON POOLE: I will, one love. HICKSON: I’m going to visit you and “Amin” on— Phone automatically cuts off from federal prison. JASON POOLE is co-author of Essence Bestseller, CONVICT'S CANDY. E-mail him at JASON@GHETTOHEAT.COM HICKSON: CEO of GHETTOHEAT® Publisher of GHETTOHEAT®, CONVICT’S CANDY, HARDER, AND GOD CREATED WOMAN, LONDON REIGN, SONZ OF DARKNESS, TANTRUM, LOVE DON'T LOVE NOBODY, GHOST TOWN HUSTLERS, THICKNESS, DIRRRTY, TATTOOED TEARS, UGLY/BEAUTIFUL: ME, CLUB AVENUE, SKATE ON!, SOME SEXY, & TOUGH. GHETTOHEAT® | P.O. BOX 2746 | NEW YORK, NY 10027 | GHETTOHEAT.COM | @GHETTOHEAT | @HICKSONHOTNESS GHETTOHEAT®: THE HOTNESS IN THE STREETS!!!™

Shameless begging: I got money, I need an editor [Carey] “Your family stories are always so touching. You should write a book” - PPR_Scribe “Your life reads like an excerpt from a Novel that I would not only buy but stand in a long line that wraps a corner, just for the Author's signature. WOW - Now that's what I call a Testimony” - Free Spirit People will pat you on the back and I may be the biggest sucker in town, but I need an editor. I need an editor. I will pay $5 - $10 a page for editing. $300-$500 up-front. I accept the risk. I’d send the first $300-$500 along with a few pages. I believe the stories are okay, but I know they need a little cleaning. Some pages might not need anything but a sentence shift or comma here and there, but the page will still be paid for. I don't think it's bad part-time money. I know it’s not a lot of money but it could be fun. If you think I have something I can work with, let me know. Check out these short stories. I call them snippets. They all come from larger chapters. I heard the shot... I felt the combustion... a loud thunderous roar ....it felt as if air was trying to force it's way through my head. Six told me that no one would be shot, we were only taking guns to scare them. I'd seen people shot on television but it was nothing like that. Blood was spurting from the man while he lay crying and moaning on the floor. I was only 18 ....I was involved in a bank robbery and a possible murder. I entered the bank after giving the appearance of a man shoveling snow outside. Bank robbery is relatively simple ....there are seldom guards. It's the escape and entrance that harbored my concerns ....pedestrians are also unwanted factors. After placing my shovel outside the door, I entered the bank and without saying a word I handed the tellers a large bag, suggesting that they should fill it. One clerk fell to the floor ....she was too scared and weak to comply. The other ....with eyes widened, trembling from shock and fear, stumbled through the process. I was covered from head to toe ....they couldn't tell if I was a man or a woman, white or black ....I walked out. As you know that was not my first bank robbery. At an early age I witnessed the small nuances between tricks and the women that served them. Everyone enjoys the touch of another and many need to feel as if they belong. I learned that men who paid for the company of women didn't do so merely for sex. They needed to feel like they were a match for the women ....that she may even like them. The women did not have to be beautiful ....many were not. Eva wasn't in many opinions an attractive woman .....she was clean, barely 5'5" and overweight. She was sweet and always carried a smile. Smooth was cool, he wasn't like the winos that everyone poked fun at. He dressed sharp and everyone wanted to be like him. People said he wasn't a junkie ...but he used Narcotics. Smooth was the talk of the town ....all the women loved him ....I would later find out why. I wanted to be like smooth but I couldn't. I already had a family and I didn't even smoke cigarettes. My brother Carl was a wrestler, a state champ. He told me that he was good because he worked harder than others at his craft. He got up earlier than others .....no one knew what he was doing. He did it his way. I latched onto that idea. I was young ....the world was in front of me and I wanted it all. I wanted to be cool like smooth, a family man like my father, tough as my brothers and go to college. Women whispered their pleasures to me and I entertained the possibilities. College was fertile ground for young attractive women. Cool was in me ....it had touched my soul. I was about to travel a road that I could never have imagined ....no one told me ....they didn't know. The US military is one of the largest vehicles for drug smuggling in the world. Rita was my friend ....my lover and my company. She agreed to come along on a trip after receiving a promise of adventure. She was very attractive ....stunning ....movie star quality ....she liked me. While passing through the gate Rita's face showed the look of impending doom. The officer ordered everyone out of the vehicle ....a search was about to guidance. Earlier we were in a village ....it was called the jungle ....an area frequented by blacks who were accepted by the locals. It was a humid day ....the sun was bright ....Rita and I were filled with excitement. She was from Virginia and had not traveled much ....she trusted me. We were free and fear was not our enemy. Prior to our journey we talk about the future and the dangers of our travel. I carefully questioned her on the what-if's ....the possibilitie of roadblocks ahead. The officer again said to vacate the vehicle ....Rita went to work. My life spiraled out of control for several years ....one day in the midst of a storm, I called my mother for help ....she said that she had given it to god and suggested that I pray ....I didn't have a relationship with god at that time and was very depressed about my situation ....I nevertheless sent a weak prayer to god and things changed. I didn't know how to pray ....yet I knew I couldn't continue along this path ....I sat in my cell and asked God for help and guidence. Some have said that there are no time stamps on prayers ....I waited. I am here today ....grateful and alive. My mother told me that although I didn't have a relationship with god at that time ....he had never left me. I've come to believe that to be true. NEXT Here’s another very short one: When I was a kid, we lived in the projects. My father told us that one day he was going to buy a house with a basement. In the basement, he was going to build a gym. He did that. Well, it wasn’t a big gym, in fact, it was nothing more than a few items like a bunching bag and small weights, but we loved it. My father screwed in a spring resistance thang in a support beam. It was a used item that my father purchased from the Salvation Army, so there wasn’t much resistance but we made it work. My father said if I stood back far enough and worked that thing long enough, I would eventually see some results. Okay, I had faith in my father’s words, so for days and days, for hours and hours, I pulled on that contraption. One day I noticed a little bump on my arm. It was a muscle! Years later, I had gun boats. Many more years later, I bought a home, and I had a gym in my basement. To make a long story short, take a look at my son’s arms. (picture not available in this medium) And, Daddy’s little Girl: I've always thought being a man was about being tough and strong. I put a great deal of emphases on providing for my family and protecting them. I believe it's safe to say most fathers... real fathers feel the same way. Looking back... the hardest thing for me to do on a continual basis was share my emotions. I gave my family most things that I thought would be beneficial for their survival. Yet I sometimes wonder if I gave them all the tools necessary to endure the long haul of life. I now look back and wonder if I gave them all of me. It would be easy to take the less painful road and say it's not about me. I could blame everybody and everything ....I could open the door to excuses. Yet, I've come to believe that would be closing the door on growth. How does one prepare for the departure of their only daughter. In many ways my daughter was a bond that kept my family together. She was an integral part of my family unit. She was not planned .....her mother and I were kids playing house and she became pregnant while we were in high school. We married and struggled as young parents .....We shared dreams and spent many days and nights preparing our daughter for the day I will never forget. Being a young father .....I was just like the birds and the four legged animals that had to find safety in a tree. I could change my spots to look like a man and talk like a man but I wasn't a man. I seldom reached inside to find the soul of a man. I had always mimicked my father ....he was a great influence on my life .....I watched his moves but I never saw his tears. When I became a boy with a child I was scared and insecure .....I masked my fears and shoved those emotions behind. I thought it wasn't manly to show fear .....I found it hard to admit that I didn't know how to handle certain things. I was about to leave my daughter on the steps of a large University .....with strangers. My daughter had never seen me cry .....my wife had never seen me cry ....in truth, after leaving my parents home ....I had never cried. I thought back to the day my father told me to leave his home and go raise my family .....I remember his pain .....I now was sharing those same emotions. I wondered if I was making the right decision or was I living through my daughter by suggesting she go to a large University far away from home, when she could have gone to a local college with similar benefits ....did I think her chances of being an Olympic star were greater .....living my dream? My wife and I were about to leave our daughter at her new home ....The University of Kentucky. We were proud yet fearful ....I was her track coach. I had accompanied her on most of her trips. My wife would always be by my side ....assisting as mothers do ....she even ran along during training ....we used her as a rabbit. My daughter would spot her yardage and try to beat her to the line. My son was along ....he was just joyful of the promise of a Happy Meal. My daughter was a high school and national age group champion .....she now was going to Kentucky ....A College National Champion. In many ways my wife and I didn't plan for this day. Sure, we planned for our daughters new day but not our lives together, without our little girl. The days were gone when we would nudge one another to see who would change her diaper or pick her up from practice. There would be no more loading of the car .....the four of use for family trips to wonderful cities. What would my wife and I do when we didn't have our daughter around? Someone we felt we had to stand guard over. Was this like retirement? Was I retiring from being daddy and she daddy's little girl. I couldn't fake this one ....I couldn't change my spot from a sad, insecure and fearful father to one that appeared as if he had it all together ....this was real. Emotions flooded me ....I looked at my wife for answers ....her eyes and posture told me that she too had visited a dark place. Emotions I seldom dealt with, invade my soul ....rationalization and ambiguous thought were no match for the pains I was feeling. I was the leader of the family. As we got closer to the moment of goodbyes ....I again looked in the eyes of my wife ....and with some reserve and trepidation .....I looked into the eyes of my daughter ....they both were looking for answers from their leader. That was a defining moment in my life. At that moment I think I became closer to being a real man ....I lost it ....I cried ....I couldn't talk, I cried. I showed my vulnerability ....I didn't have all the answer and I didn't know anything else to do. Okay Thumper’s Corner, I am looking for a good editor. I have more stories. Much more. I have stories of all kinds. I have childhood stories, crime stories, lost love stories, young fatherhood stories, drug abuse stories, gun play stories, work place stories, drug smuggling stories, seeing death stories, incarceration stories, pimp stories, my family stories, love stories, church stories, loneliness & depression stories, overseas stories, blogging stories, lessons I've learn stories, life in the military stories, racism stories, self-discovery stories, grandchildren stories, my education stories, did I say love stories, shame and guilt stories, all true stories... All on paper. I need help. Editor wanted Another short one: Baby momma drama... If a women has children by different men what is she? Some are quick to call her a scank or a ho. Others might say she's a woman of low principles. Let me tell you a story and I'll tell you what I call them. I have a definition that's counter to the popular opinion. This story is about a man and a women that fell in love. Do you like a good love stories - I do. Like most love stories there's a beginning, a middle and the end. This story begins with a man that had lived a few years and a young beautiful black women that was just leaving her nest. They met in the military; he a fast talker, slick walker. She was a young innocent girl out to see the world. He had a history. In fact, he was denied entry into one branch of the military because of past criminal behavior. He was young but the streets called him at an early age. Being of a criminal mind and no ones fool, he found a way to slip into a different branch of the armed forces. Since he considered himself a lover and not a fighter and wasn't going to shoot at anyone, he wiggled his way into the cool confines of office life. He felt like one of the Beverly Hillbillies ....swimming pools, movies stars AND air conditioning. Life was good, he had a first hand view of all the new women that arrived on the base. Aside from greeting them at the door, their records preceded them. At first he felt kind of funny looking at their past but he rationalized that it was his job to make sure all their records were in order - it was one of his jobs. He came from the streets so he'd witnessed all the pimps and hustlers trying to lay their magic on women but his thang was different. An old player told him that women love sincere men that make them smile. So his thang was sincerity with a smile and a pinch of dishonest ....just a pinch. He knew that most women felt isolated in the military and longed for home. Well, while looking through their records to see if they had any ...ahhh, any ...ahhh, things he didn't want to catch, he would look to see what high school they went to and the city they were from. He was a cleaver old fox. While greeting them at the door he would extend his hand and then quickly pull it back with a startled look and say, "Helen Lampkin, German Town High School, women you haven't changed one bit". The ice was broken, the women was comfortable with her lost and found homie. Now, he still had work to do but friends before lovers was the name of the game and two friends had found each other on a lonely military base. One such women tweaked his heart along with his love of hide and go seek. She was a city girl that walked with a long stride that said, I know I look good and you can't have any. Her shoulders were back and her chin was slightly tipped up. She had heard all the lines. Women like that don't have to sleep alone. The old wolf knew he had to come with a new game. He decide just to be sincere without any lies. He told her what he generally did when anticipating a new arrival but that he just want to be straight up with her. He told her that he just wanted to meet her and he didn't want to start a friendship off with a lie. She paused and asked him if he looked in her medical records. He looked deep into her eyes and told her that he had not - he lied but the relationship blossomed :-). Hey, he was a wolf, okay. Life was good, they were the talk of the base. They drove around in a brand new block long Oldsmobile Ninety Eight that she helped him pay for. They yelled out the windows at the other soldiers and turned up their music to blast Marvin Gay .....what's going on .....what's going' on. They were in love. There was only one problem. This wolf turned serious lover had another lover - back home ...a child too. I went in the military to start a new life. But as my mother would say, if you play with a puppy, it will lick you in the face. My father's version was, if you sit in a barbershop you will eventually get a haircut. I fathered a child as a teenager and her mother was waiting for me back home. We had planned a life together yet I was in the arms of another women. I was hesitant about telling this part of my story because there remains a sense of guilt that I hurt others by my selfish ways. The shame and guilt goes away when I address the issues and honestly accepted my wrongdoings. When I jacked up my slacks and said I messed up, I can then move on. But to share my story and my pain with others is a new journey. The road is tough when the fingers of fault are pointing directly at me. However, I've grown tired of many depicting mothers with children by different men as some sort of women with flawed character or low morals. I was involved with two wonderful women that just happened to run into a guy like me. While playing house with my new lover we brought another child into the world. I wasn't man enough to tell either of the women about each other so I maintained two separate lives. I was close enough to my home town that I could drive home when I choose to do so. I lived this lie for 2 years until everything came tumbling down. I had become so comfortable with living like this that I even drove my second family to my parents home to let them visit with their new grandchild. I put them in an awful position. My father would give me the look of deep concern and ask me what the hell I was doing. My mother was force to take the route of don't ask don't tell. Everyone paid a price when the news broke. After visiting my parents one weekend, I decided to stop at a local horse racing track on my way out of town. My skills at picking winners wasn't very good so I decided to leave after the 5th race. I was with Rita* (*name changed) and my son. As we approached the car a voice said, "how are you doing Carey", it was Debbie*, the mother of my first child. She had a gun in her hand, a 2 shot derringer. I was stunned, I walked toward her. My son ran behind me saying daddy daddy. He didn't know there was danger, he just couldn't understand why I was walking off from him. At that moment my life changed and so did the lives of several others. To be continued ...........later Okay, one more short one: All kinds of momma’s day! Another Mothers Day has come and gone. That's my Mother and Father in the picture (not included here) It was a great day. I started my day at church with my lady. I was around all types of mothers. I also experienced several emotions. My mother no longer lives in her home, my sister now lives there. My mother had to move to a place that didn't have stairs. Mom lived in her home for nearly 50 years. Yesterday we eat dinner at my mothers old home. Although it was her house it no longer felt like home to her. My sister has made it her home and I could see the sadness in my mothers eyes. We had a good time but after a few hours my mother was ready to go back to her new home. Later in the day I turned into the cook. My lady and I entertained her mother and her family. We broke out the old pictures and turned on some music. Yes, laughter and all types of dance steps hit the floor. Well, my girls mother thought she was doing the stanky leg but it was just stanky. I swear, the women is about 65 yrs old and is still trying real hard to hold onto years gone by. She started breakin' down this one move that made her look like she was going to take a dump. Of course I was encouraging her with shouts of "GO DORIS GO DORIS". They call it mothers day but one of the mothers has stopped being mom. Well, she has 2 children but she now straps down her titties and her lover is another momma. Yep, dey snatchin'. I don't have a problem with who licks on who. In fact, when she came through the door I punched her in her arm just like she was a dude. Shit, you would have thought I gave her a million bucks. She smiled like a sissy in a penis farm. She no longer does penis but you know what am talking about. Why do negros come late? I am so tired of CP time ....what about a time called now? If dinner is at 3pm they drag their ass up in the house at 4:30 ...what's up with that shit. They worked me. I cooked prime rib. Yeah, that steak is easy to prepare and it's easy on the gums of the old folk. My ladies son, his wife and their 2 children came late. They didn't even get in the door before they started talking about food. I started to say it was mothers day and NOT "late niggas" day. But I was cool, I hooked them up. There should be a day called new mommas day. Well, one of the younger boys in the house was working on a new momma. See, he had my ladies phone and decided to do a little texting. When she asked him what he was doing, he quickly said, "nothing". We knew that meant he was up to no good. Yes sir, he was sending messages to some female telling her all the nasty stuff he was going to do to her. The kid is only 14. I was wondering if he was a octopus because he would need 8"Johnsons" and 4 tongues to do all the nasty thangs he was talkin' about doing. It was a good day. We took new pictures and laughed at old ones. We eat and danced. Every mother got a flower. I cleaned the kitchen and vacuumed the floor. When I started cleaning up I thought everyone would know it was time for them to hit the road. Oh no, they asked me if I had any new bootlegged movie. See, I knew they were getting a little too comfortable when grandma fell asleep with one of the babies in her arms. I pulled out plan "B". I went straight to the bathroom and started running bath water while pulling off my socks. Aretha Franklin said, "company is all right with me ...every once in awhile, but when me and mine start making love". See, my day wasn't done. I had another job to do. I ain't tryin' to tell my business but the eagle landed. Okay, one more time Thumper’s Corner, I am looking for a good editor. I have more stories. Much more. I have stories of all kinds. I have childhood stories, crime stories, lost love stories, young fatherhood stories, drug abuse stories, gun play stories, work place stories, drug smuggling stories, seeing death stories, incarceration stories, pimp stories, my family stories, love stories, church stories, loneliness & depression stories, overseas stories, blogging stories, lessons I've learn stories, life in the military stories, racism stories, self-discovery stories, grandchildren stories, my education stories, did I say love stories, shame and guilt stories, all true stories... All on paper. I need help. Editor wanted I am very serious about this. If you think I have a viable product hit my e-mail. What I am thinking about doing is having 2-3 editors at one time. Each will get the same pages( and money) . I have nothing to lose but a little money. Money is not my biggest problem and I’ve been around long enough to know I have to pay to play. But look, if you think the stories are crap, I don’t need stroking, nor do I want to just give my money away. Carey.m@mchsi.com Last Sample: A Dream Deferred There are many things I should be doing today but I am consumed by the current events. There was an article on Yahoo, asking the question, "Why Did Obama Win"? I'll get back to that. I am sure we all have stories of struggle. It's been said that if a man controls your mind he controls you. I am not the type of man that blames others for my faults. However if a person's dreams are deferred by limited exposure, who's to blame? Maybe no one, because in doing so, we look back and not forward. When I think about the dreams of my grandfather, six generation past, I know he looked forward to a day in which he would no longer be a slave. In 1865 he was released from slavery in Kentucky and moved north. While a slave he was responsible for the care of the farm animals. He was in essence an animal doctor. Skills in hand, he headed North. He settled into a white community on the banks of Mississippi River in northern Illinois, Port Byron. Generations later, my Great-Grandmother's dream was to simply go to school. She never had that opportunity, she raised 10 children while working beside my grandfather as sharecroppers. One of my mother's dreams was to go to high school and graduate, she did that. I was talking to my daughter this morning and we conversed about my grandson. Her voice made me stop and think of a dream my wife shared with me. See, my daughter was not planned. My wife became pregnant while we were in high school. There was talk of abortion and adoption. We married and struggled as young parents, yet, we shared dreams and passed them along to our children. My daughter went back to Kentucky, not as a slave, nor to find her roots but as a student at the University Of Kentucky. My wife passed away 6 months before the birth of our grandchild. While talking to my daughter she told me that my grandson, who is 5 yrs old, said that he and Obama were just alike. My daughter said, yes, you are both black. He declared, NO MOMMY! We are both presidents. His school held class elections to familiarize students with the voting process; he was voted president of his 1st grade class. Ignoring the comparison that most adults would make, my grandson focused on something greater than race. He was proud of the fact that he won the presidency. He knew the job of president was important, yet too young to understand the significance of skin color in the past election. It wasn't important to him that they shared a color. He was proud of the fact that he was good enough to be president. Maybe one day it will cease being such a big deal. My grandfather didn't look back. I have a grandson- his name is Carey-he's the president. Why did Obama win? Because he was the best man for the job! ~CareyCarey

OMG!!!! This is embarrassingly ridiculous. Black directors make movies they feel are relevant to their personal agendas and those of their targeted audience (which is generally black). White people have nothing to do with it. Negroes need to move past their paranoiac race fantasies of persecution and see reality for it is. The Negroes who were upset about Chris Rocks movie were embarrassed that non-whites would now know the astringent details of the difficulty of grooming and managing black hair (as if they didn’t already know!). Outside of the deep rooted shame and self loathing of their natural hair, there is no sane reason for Negroes to protest such a simple movie. I personally heard two black women bitterly complain the Rock had “exposed black women’s secrets” (I know…I know, as pathetic as that sounds -I actually heard them say it!). Same can be said for the movie Precious. It was a hard core gritty story about a young black woman’s tragic life. All the trappings and characters in the movie are real and black America is filled with legions of Negroes who are carbon copies of every single character in this movie. So why all the histrionics and temper tantrums about situations, behavior and characters that are pandemic in black America? Makes no sense…….

Oh no Troy, I wouldn't be surprised in the least. That's a very good page. Of course history is important. Here's my thang. Without a doubt it inspires further discusion. I was merely suggesting that "answers" alone are like a hotdog bun without the hotdog. In reference to inspiration, I am reminded of people that go to church and throw their hands in the air and holla like they just don't care. They say AMEN!, preach pastor. When the choir stops singing and the lights go out, so does their praise. So now we are sitting at the table of Black History Month. Excuse me Troy, could you pass me a little of that "Richard Allen". Troy: Certainly Carey, btw, did you know his master was a kindly gentleman? Carey: You're kidding me? Troy: Nope, he let Richie buy his freedom. Carey: Are you talking about the son of Miss Maddie and that one cracker... I mean Quaker, Benjamin Chew? Troy: YES! You do know that he was instrumental in establishing the African Methodist Episcopal Church? Carey: Really? Is that why we are now called African Americans? Troy: I think so. Carey: Okay Troy, if you're so smart, who said "Too long have others spoken for us!"? Troy: That's easy, Helen Keller. Carey: That's funny Troy, pass me some of that John Brown Russwurn. Troy: Okay Carey, but you better put some of this Cornish on it. Carey: OH Yeah! We don't have but a month to grease like this so you know I'm gonna throw down. So you're up on Samuel E. Cornish? Troy: Nope, but it sounds good. Carey: Hey Troy, do we have any sweets? Troy: Boy, are you serious? Don't you see that Josephine "the" Baker? Carey: But Troy, I am looking for some real soul food. I don't see any dirty rice or Condoleezza Rice? I like my Louis "Rich" Farrakhan slow smoked in some Tiger Woods. Troy: That's not slave food! Be quiet, white folks get riled up when you mention those delicate morsels. Carey: Do we have a bunch of greens? Troy: No, we do not, but if you promise not to tell anyone, we have some Ralph Bunche. I bet you don't know anything about that? Carey: Well Troy, your eyes may shine and your teeth my grin, but that's not slave food... so it's a sin. Look Troy, somebody might come in here and ask us for the right answers. I mean, if they ask us what we are eating and we say Muhammed Ali instead of William Wells Brown, we could be in big trouble. What are they gonna say when we are licking our fingers and soppin' up some Barack Obama? Look at you, wipe that Colin Powel off your face. Am all for a little adventure but I'm trying to stay at the table. Remember, we only have a month. Troy: Carey, you're right. Try some of this Frederick Douglas. After you slam that down, we are going to get ugly on some of that Thumper. Carey: THUMPER! Is that slave food? I think I've seen that over at Mr Johnson's house. Troy: You're silly, Carey. I was trying to tell you that Thumper is bringing his Red Velvet Cake. Carey: I know you're not talking about the Wizard of Books & Movies? You can't be becuase er'body knows that boy don't know nothing about cooking. Hurry, call him and tell him to bring some slave food. Ask him if he has any William Wells Brown. Troy: You're probably right. Maybe I should tell him to bring some music. Carey: ARE YOU NUTS?! You know Thump doesn't play anything but Aretha Franklin and Etta James. Troy: Well, what wrong with that? Carey: Come on Troy, stop thinking like a mental midget. First, when Thumper starts playing Aretha's "Jump To It", you don't want to see him do his Mr Brown. That's some ugly mess. Besides, this is a slave celebration. We need some of that moaning music. Troy: OuuuuWeeeee Carey, have you tried some of this Isaac Murphy? You know that's slave food. It has something to do with horses. Carey: Yuck! Cats eat horse meat. But I do love me some Isaac Hayes. You know, "by the time I get to Phoenix" Troy: If you don't stop running your mouth, by the time this month is over, we will be looking real stupid, cuz we'll be real hungry. Carey: I don't know what "we" are going to do, but am going to buy me some books. Troy: Book?! Do you know how to read? Carey: Oh, you got jokes. Of course I know how to read. I've been reading about Oprah and ... Troy: Hush your mouth boy! Here, put some of this Harriet Tubman in your mouth. Are you trying to spoil the party? Besides, you can't even put hot sauce on Oprah. That's already too strong. But we can always warm up some Harriet Tubman. Yes sir, that's fine slave food. Carey: You're right again ol'wise one. You did say "We all don't assimilate information the same way". But Troy, I've never seen much of this food that you are giving me. Troy: Duh! That's why we are having this great feast. See Carey, negroes like you need to know this food exists. And you know what, white folks need a little bump of this too. They need to know every closed eye ain't sleep. Carey: But Troy, the eat chitterlings too Troy: Stop being stupid, Carey. They need to know they left a little cream in our coffee. Carey: Yeah, and I hate that. Troy: Well, we are the hate that hate created. Carey: What?! Troy: Eat boy, just eat. That's too deep for you. Keep your eye on that pig. You can't handle the truth. You'd probably gag on some prime rib. Carey: Forget you Troy. I got your fat pig. You go right ahead and crame your face with a plate of T. Thomas Fortune cookies. I am going to buy me a double stack of books. Soon as my feet stike zion, am gonna lay down my heavy burdens, I'm gonna put on my robe in glory/ am gonna shout and tell my story/ am gonna tell him all about my struggles/ my soul looks back and I wonder how I got over. Troy: No you didn't! Did you just try to drop the deal breaker? I mean, I've been to church and I recognize a gospel song when I hear one. So now you wanna bring God to the table. See Carey, God knows my heart. Carey: Yes he does Troy, and he knows what you do... at all times! Troy: What are you trying to say, Carey? Are you saying my heart is not in the right place, and that we shouldn't be filling up on slave food! CareY: No, that's not what I am saying. Well, where is Thumper? Did he bring his old school music? I was going to put on Aretha. I love this line... "company is alright with me every once in awhile, but when me and my baby start making love" ... It's time for the slaves to move around. Troy: I think I gotcha. Perhaps you are suggesting that the information be obtained from a book. If soe I'm all for that too. Carey: Bingo Baby! Now you're cooking with Crisco. I am not Paul Harvey, but I want to hear the rest of the story. Er'bdy can't stand the truth. But I want to know what's really going on. Listen Troy, put down that pork chop and lend me your ear. I am not Big Red from the Five Heartbeats, and you are not their manager, but I am trying to put some money in yo pockets and some knowledge on your brain. I am tired-tired-tired of hearing regurgitated slave stories. I know some negroes like to wax poetically about days gone by, but What About A Time Called Now? Let the slave ship ride off into the sunset. Make my funk the P-Funk, I love to get funked up! I do not look in caskets. If I did, I'd be taking my eyes off the prize. Pass the peas.

Hello All, Carey: The Best Actor Oscar race last year was the closest in a long time. While Penn won, Rourke is the one who was taking all of the other trophies up to that point. So, even though Penn deserved it, it was still a surprise and an upset. Yeah, Christoph Waltz is going to walk away with the Oscar. Eddie Murphy lost his Oscar due to his own arrogance. Normal folks know that you shouldn't be surprised that you're wet when you go pissing in a windstorm. Recall that a little while after the nomnations, nationwide, film critics (and others) began a campaign AGAINST Eddie saying that he did not deserve to have an Oscar based on the films he puts out (Pluto Nash, Daddy Day Care, etc). True, Murphy's movies made money, but overall, they suck! Murphy on the other hand decided to poo-poo all that noise, even though it had started to gain traction, and what did he do; even though the film company was willing to hold up release of the movie until AFTER the Oscars, Murphy went ahead and released NORBIT!! With that stupid, greedy move, Murphy gave away his Oscar and they gave it to Alan Arkin for Little Miss Sunshine. To make matters worse, Arkin won it for a film he was in all of 15 or 20 minutes or so. Meryl may sneak in there and get it. Already the campaign has began about how long she has went between Oscar wins, but I think Sandra Bullock may be able to still get over. Now, if Gabby would form a campaign and go at it hard and use the 1.) how many black actress has been nominated for a Best Actress Oscar, 2.) already they have started with the crap that this is Gabby's first movie, if she's good she'll be back. So, she needs to campaign, why should she have to wait for an Oscar. I think that tactic help Jennifer Hudson a lot! The opportunity for a black actress to be back in the Oscar race is an IMPOSSIBLITY!! Bullock can get nominated again. Meryl Streep gets a nomination every damn year. Whoopi Goldberg is the only black actress that has been nominated twice for an Oscar. Recall that she lost The Color Purple Oscar because they used that same line of bull with her. So, her Oscar for Ghost was very much a make up Oscar. If I was Gabby, and while Obama is still in the White House, she might as well campaign like all hell and use the Oscar's non-relationship when it comes to Oscar and black actress and she may be able to pull off an upset. Now, anymore Oscar questions Grasshopper?