Sunday, January 16, 2005

eve of revival

Who was it?
What was it?
Where did it all begin?

My mind is complex so it has to end. The thoughts of delusion aren't filled with grandeur, just consumption of eruptive implosion. My mind state does not equate the systemic base of my fate. The times are often caught in debate. Pause. Rebirth. The wind blows while the crow flows in a harmony of decay. Picture my delay. Refusal to obey my master. Following the spiritual death of self-indulgence and 7 deadly menu entrées. Pause. Rebirth. Issues of sex, obsession, hoarding, loathing, jealousy, second-guessing and lack of control has plagued my soul. Angles were watching over me but the skies turned grey. This can't be Ray. So, think again...where did it all begin, who what why and when. That was then? and now here I am? Circle 360 degrees minus 365 days. Caught in a negative spiral. Pause. this is it. I'm coming...oh the pleasure of a five minute self absorbed greasy relief..whatever it may be. Ahhh Gluttony the sweetest sin...temptation give in. But then again there is Lust, the awww what the fuck...fuck. Wrath has never been my thing, unless revenge is the motivation. Lack of energy comes from apathetic deliberation. Pause. Rebirth. Where's the song about Ballin' BigTima's the clever rhymers never come close to the Ladies with bags so creatively put by Badu. I'm through. Times a wasting. Bellies grown bigger. Some white man's callin' me a nigger...ignoring the fact that we are both Native Americans...cause the "Indian" sure aint American. PAUSE...Rebirth.

Who was it?
What was it?
Where did it all begin?

Monday, January 10, 2005

DP! Nupe, Nupe...Mutha$@#$er!!!

1 day late 9 dollars and eleven cent and 1 hour short...

What up Nupes! it has been a while...but I am glad to see y'all doin swell.
I'm movin' to cali...(not seriously...but one day...one day...)

I read Kris' email yesterday and got a Call from Mo-Tisle..then hit up Mike Hearn...Founders Day is always a royal event...but for you Noble men who have been seriously blessed...let me remind you of the past.

The times were dark and the dollars were short way back when. The chicks were blazin & the punch had you buzzin from 9 til 2am. We lived foul but drank well, in school we excelled and the party didn't start till we stomped in.

Remember then, that moment when the shiver ran up your spine, stench of Rossi wine and bros ached in line from the wood that splintered in the night. Your personal, who was tipsy, fingers still greasy made you take round after round of make me right? Your sands was your LB or Scroller #3 and the egg was headed your way. All the while you was pleadin take that beatin' cuz this shit is really gay. Ok! so that was back then, a memory of when the times were hard and the funds were low...now on with the show.

We stepped with Canes, and pulled dem dames, so easily I suppose. We toiled and strove and played dominoes with some pretty ladies and the occasional fat hoes. Time stood still on Hagadorn, Harrison and in the Spartan Vil...Nupes were on top, Red marked the spot and the parties/events were always hot...droppin it never...don't stop, don't stop...but still I can recall through the midst of it all a time of true unity. A bonding of minds lasting beyond our times between you and me.

We are the Nupes of the mighty DP...Phi Nu Pi, men of Kappa Alpha Psi historic legacy. May the dream live on, and we live strong in the days of old til the break of dawn. Sho'l nuf funky that Phi Nu Pi...sho'l nuf funky...throw that diamond in the sky and say "Yo!" holla at ya bro!

Saturday, January 08, 2005

Where'd this come from...

I never really thought about it until recently. The thought has run across my mind often, but I never really gave it second thought. So when the reality set in, I took one long break and wondered...Where'd this come from? In the "Wake" of the Tsunami Disaster and the major snowstorms that have trekked across the contiguous 48, I have been looking at life in a new light. Snap! 20 secs the water rises in your house, 40 secs the water is waist high, 60 secs all the doors and windows are breaking and a massive gush of water crashes into your bedroom...in 1:30 sec you are forced to inhale salt water and in 2 mins...flatline. Life is over. The death toll for the Tsunami has reached close to 150,000 dead. 2000 americans are still considered missing and presumed dead. Keep in mind that 911's death toll was 3,500.

Reggie White hung up the phone, watched a bit of late night TV, ate a bit of Ben & Jerry's. Discussed the New Years Day Party plans. While his wife soaked the black-eyed peas for the Midweek, post Christmas stew. He took a knee and crawled into bed. Somewhere between 12:30pm and 6:30am, his throat began to close gradually each hour as air was being forced down his throat, and not to through the nose. His brain shut down and The Greatest Lineman to ever play for the Eagles/Packers was Running for the end-zone...Up yonder.

Last night Kobe Bryant, Traci McGrady and a few other NBA stars prepared to donate $1000 per point to the Tsunami Victims in Asia/Africa. The points/dollar total was close to 2 million dollars. (of which the NBA donated 1 million, 500 thousand). Sandra Bullock of Silver screen fame coughed up a generous $1 mil and Tatsumi the great donated close to 480K which is at least 1/2 of his yearly salary to play for the major league baseball assocication. So, now I ask myself, where did all of this come from.

How do we become so generous during times of crisis and danger, but the minute times are at the status quo, we just lean away from our giving hearts. I wish I had $1 mil to donate. Or were able to do a point for point talley from basketball. But hey after all we are only humans....

En PEace

Tuesday, January 04, 2005

2005 STATE OF THE BLACK MAN

Joke: How do you make a black man run away and a Mexican run to you? Hold up a Help wanted sign.

Horrible joke. but it tells the tale of our current situation. Black men are under attack. Silent killers within the media, the government and yes even in our school systems have placed stereotypical icons in our new millennium mindsets. These icons are of gangstas and gays. Gone are the days of businessmen and hard workers, gone are the echoes of slavery and oppression. We have made it to the equal rights era. We are all equal, no longer are we the minority, in fact try it...hold up a help wanted sign...and watch who'll come running. 1905 a black man with a family of four would have jumped at $5.00 and hour and become a millionaire within 4-5 years. Without providing hook-ups and hand me downs. But our gangstas and grim reefers are dropping it like its hot in order to make a buck. Just like the Blackfaced idiots used to do around the turn of the 20th century. Sure we have our secrets, we love to keep it crunk in the club. But our motto, "What goes on in the cut, stays in the cut" is now the theme for Las Vegas. Paris Hilton has become the "sistah girl" and has been accepted in the hip-hop community. Now it is ok for her to reference black men as "that's my niggah" or "he's a dumb niggah" (disclaimer: that's N, i, double g, plus ah, not to be confused with nigger.) Black men where are you? How can you stand for this shit. Damn, I was blind...and now I see. Y2k shook our mental states. Money is tight, bush is back in office (note the lowercase) and our Prison rates are higher. I wonder if Puffy knew that Vote or Die meant, vote for the Judge who will send our black-asses to jail by voting democratic. I wonder if the same rumors about he and half of the Hip-Hop community having orgies and duck sick parties are true. I would say no. But where is NAACP when we have an outright GAY blackman keepin' it real and representing the "real world" on TV? Maybe that is why brotha Kwesi decided to take a break...get out of the NAACP, meanwhile his son continues to produce music vid-i-hoes. I am the same brotha who just sent a email to one of my boys of a Naked Black woman. I am sure that she loves company, and enjoys a nice bottle of Crystal or Moet in order to get her in the mood. But does that make me lesser of a Black man to enjoy the vision of a Beautiful Black Woman...Sure does. I see, The state of the Blackman is not only our plight, it is our races obligation. The way I see it we are 10-15 years away from extinction...or better yet....Are our inner cities just economic plantations/reservations? I wonder why Native Americans have Casinos on their reservations...in fact, why are so many cities featuring legalized gambling? Oh snap! We are under attack...by the way I just won my Fantasy Football pool...no need to give me props...I took all of their money in one big swoop. Just like the crap games in college...oh but that is under the table...lets keep that on the DL...no, not the DL, how about we keep that between me and you....no, I can't keep secrets anymore because that wouldn't be honest...I have to represent for the 10% of us niggah's who aint on the DL, droppin' it like its hot, pimpin' our community holding Moet parties with Radio-One. ($150 VIP around back) Who can stand it. Being black is fun. I love it. I can get the hook-up for anything, anywhere...sure I can even get you a Plasma screen for the "low, low" just be sure to hollar at me when you get your next check. My boy has the hook up on the DVD's and CD's too.

Black is beautiful, Black is Powerful, Are we black enough for ya...is what we screamed during our sit-in at the MSU administration building. We fought for our rights. Black American Youth, we had power, we had solidarity and we were the future...15 years later, most of us are driving foreign vehicles, in our $200, 000 homes, hoping to raise our children without a vision of our current state of affairs. No TV for you tonight little Grayson. That is rated TV-M and you can't watch that show. What am I saying...how do we know what is on TV? We just focus on the subject at hand...$$$$$$$$$$$. What am I going to get her for her Birthday, What do the kids need for Christmas, How are we going to get by without School Clothes, I need a new suit and shoes for next weeks party...The State of the Black Man. Some of us are better off dead. Some of us are walking dead. Some of us are dead as a doornail...but the majority of us are just simply dead wrong.

for example look at this email that I received today regarding S. Williams (note it is a hoax but who writes this shit?)
Russ Parr interview with Serena Williams
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Ms. Williams we are all interested in your new boyfriend.

-There is no new boyfriend. I stopped playing with boys when I stopped dating black guys. I have a new man in my life and yes, he's white.

So you prefer to date white men instead of black guys?

-Let's be real. If you are a successful black female you only have two choices....date outside of your race or date other successful black females.

Are you saying there are no successful black men to date?

- Of course not but lets face it, if Oprah would date outside of her race she would be married with children now. The state of most black men is so low the only thing you can do is love them. Like a poor homeless dog.
You can't expect it to protect you. You can only offer shelter and love and watch as our neighbor's pitbull protects his home and family. I, unlike Oprah, am not forced to stay within those boundaries. I was born into a new generation of black women.

So Oprah is being forced to date Stedman?

- All I can say is when you find a successful black women who is not married and does not have children it is because they refuse to accept the two choices. Some may go as far as marriage to a black guy but they realize divorce is inevitable so they do not have children. Or they have children with one and don't marry in order to preserve their wealth and good credit.
Oprah is one of many who silently protests being stuck with such poor choices by refusing to marry and reproduce but you can see how much it hurts her. She's always giving away money to children's charities. I hope she makes the choice to marry a non-black soon so she can have a child of her own.

But you have decided to accept the two choices?

- Yes. I grew up in California around the two extremes of wealth. If I could only get myself to try the bisexual thing I would have been much happier in my relationships. Instead I dated black men. I loved many of them but they were just not suitable for marriage. Many of them were raised by women and had warped mentalities. So I finally had to date outside my race. When I moved to Miami, I accepted my status and dated men on my level.

What do you mean by warped mentalities?

- Well, where do I begin? Many of them were raised predominantly by women and had this feminine/bisexual complex. Where they wanted to be treated like a female sometimes. For example, I would have the money & they would have the sex. I would teach them things. You know, all the things a woman likes a man to do, I would end up doing for them. Then if we would get into an argument, there would be a role reversal. All of a sudden, they would be the man wanting the respect of a king in his castle. Black men over the years have become less and less of value to black women both rich and poor. I predict in 10 years they will be obsolete. Now they serve little to no function and what little they can do, they don't want to do.

Why 10 years?

- That's when going to a fertility clinic to get impregnated by a sperm donor will become as common and accessible as the flu shot. Women who want sex will do it with whoever they want ( girl, guy, rich, poor, white,black) and go to the bank (the sperm bank) when they are ready to have children. Even those who waited (like Oprah) will have fertilized eggs placed in Vitro. That's the day the secret organization of women is waiting for. The day when men are 100% dis-empowered.

Are you apart of that organization?

- No. They're a mostly white group. Plus that day for black men is practically here already. Black women are already raising 75% of the black population without a man. When fertility clinics become more affordable.
Black women will be standing in line. It will be just like plastic surgery.
Everyone laughed at Michael Jackson but its becoming so popular now, that even poor blacks are getting work done...mostly breast reductions and liposuction.

So do you want men to be dis-empowered?

- Heck, no! That's why I am with a white man now. I want a man to be a man and I am not going to settle for less just to stay within racial boundaries.
A Black man in my position wouldn't do it so why should I. Don't get me wrong, I love black men. My father is black, I have dated black men all my life, and if I have a male child he will be part black. But my husband and I will raise him together so hopefully he will be a worthy choice for a worthy black female. Not the only choice, or "there's nothing better out there so I'll settle for this" choice. When you are successful you want the best. The best food, clothes, places to live etc. I want the best man also.

And you think the best man is a non-black man?

- I think if there's a better choice for me, God would have shown me. I am in the public so I get to meet lots of people from all over the world athletes, celebs etc.I am wealthy so I am invited and have traveled to the most prestigious events all over the world. Out of all those people, places and events....I had to choose the right man for me. Like it or not with very few exceptions) a white man is the only real choice for a successful black female.
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Tiger Woods: Married to the Mob, OJ and Michael: Married to the Mob, Bill Cosby: Money from the Mob...Who releases Fat Albert in the 21st century and then complains about our race in the same breath...Hey, Hey, Hey...I-mba, gonna det dat dough. Oprah: Complainin' Mobsta....get the picture. The rich get rich while the poor get the door. But please keep donating money to the HBCU's HARPOON. I see Tom Joyner wants to join the gang...blackfaced AM shows on the radio..."Y'all rememba when we used to reach in the jar and grab dem pig feets?" What the hell are we dooing. Spike where are you man...Whoops he's courtside making movies with guess who: The Mob.

En peace.