I saw this post on Facebook and i decided to link to it here. It has some great points.
Are Black Americans Stupid?
Here’s a quick preview:
I have been out of America for years, now. I can honestly say that when you leave American society, your mind and emotions began to heal. Your actions and thoughts begin to correct themselves. When you don’t watch the bs on TV, eat fast food, or listen to brain dead music on the radio, slowly, your “negro” programming wears off. Your taste buds change. Even the smell of your skin.
I met a rasta a few years ago at a bar. We sat for a while, had a few drinks, and in the middle of the conversation, he told me that I had the mind of a white man.
What the hell!?
I’m the most militant, pro-black person I know. How could he say that? I was offended. Years later, I understand what he meant. Before I get into that, let’s talk about MOST black people in America.
Niggas love being niggas, So much so, that they strive to be REAL niggas. They take pride in saying,”I am a real nigga”. Really? That was your goal in life? To be a real nigga?
I hope my followers will read this with intelligence and discretion. I don’t agree with everything the author said but i agree with a lot of it.
Well OK more like a month ago..or maybe two. I came in here all bold as brass and declaring i was gonna kick ass and take names. Then depression, lack of finances, and lack of drive because of those two things took hold. I’ve been looking for job on and off. Bidding my time, on and off. And just being miserable. But you know the old saying goes about how something reminds you of what you were supposed to be doing when you get distracted. Yeah that happens a lot with me. I’ve been reading a comic called Questionable Content since Sunday. I’ve been playing catch up. The whole damn comic is like a slightly cooler version of my life when i was in my twenties. It depresses me and encourages me to get off my ass and do something. *sigh* One of the things i need to do is update and clean up this blog. I need to find a theme so viewers can just look through the stuff with a click like they do with Naturism for People of Color. The theme for that blog allows that. Although now that i think about you can do something similar by clicking the tag cloud on this blog. *sigh* i need to get a life and really look at this blog.
Well I’ve been moving for about three weeks now. Although i have been living at my new place since two weeks ago. It’s kinda hard to explain but i have been slowly moving things in. Unfortunately i do not have a internet connection there as of yet, so i have to come to my parents place if i want to use the computer, and that is about a 10 minute plus drive at times. So i don’t think i’ll be here a lot. Now to other business.
We’ve been speaking about making a nudist website for people of color. Well I looked around and found out that there are several already set up and they are all dead. But i came up with a great idea. For now…this blog can be be our meeting spot. This is something i can easily maintain with out a lot of fuss or muss. Spam cam easily be regulated and people who we don’t want can be kicked out. I’ll see what i can do about setting up a separate page on this blog for nudist gatherings and people of color meeting up. If that is not practical or doesn’t work, then i already have another idea that i know will work.
I’ll do it next post but i’m using this as a reminder for me to post my book ideas on this blog so I don’t ever forget the books i may want to write one day.
Yeah i know its a cliche title. But it is what it is. (I hate that expression, it seems like more of an excuse then anything else.) I’ve been thinking of writing this letter for months now. The letter is actually to Stacey’s mother, Thelma. I haven’t heard from Thelma or Jamie since New Year’s and i have tried to call them both. Jamie, Stacey’s brother, never returns my calls or messages, and Thelma’s phone seems to be disconnected. So, i called one last time, and then wrote the letter to her. Well what prompted this was meeting Sarah today. I think meeting her helped me move on and have the guts to write the letter, or at least remind me to do so. But i need to move on and let go. If i never recieve an answer, then i guess that will be my answer. No matter what happens though I’ll cross that bridge when i come to it. That’s all I can do for now.
I have to give WordPress credit. They have made this blog thing a lot easier by changing the format of the dashboard. At first i was pissed about it, but now i like it. I just added some tags today to many of my old posts. *sigh* Some of them still depress me and they are hard to read. So i just quickly updated them and moved on. *sigh*
For those of you who haven’t noticed i’ve discovered how to edit comments. This way I can now respond directly to someone who posts a comments without having to make a separate reply. this is pretty great for me since i was tired of having to write a response in the reply box which always felt as if my reply was confusing to whoever read it.