Life, Religion

A World Gone ūüė† Mad

My Followers know that it is my Fantasy to write a Book on one Page, so here it is the following are Excerpts from my Ebook containing twenty one Thousand Words. After Reading, if you want to see it Published by Professional Publishers you may Contribute, dose’nt matter it is still going to be Published. I had planned to Post this on my Facebook Page before my Website. But then there are Copywrite values.

 

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Though reportorial contributions have been made by the Web generation, it is fair to say the vast majority of blogging does not qualify as journalism. If journalism is the imparting of verifiable facts to a general audience through a mass medium, then most blogs fall well short of meeting the standard. Here is a Blogger’s view on a world gone Mad.

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                     Through Her Eyes

It Don’t Make no Matter

Black Lives do matter, for that Matter, all Lives including the Cyclops that doesn’t believe It. A lot of Black Lives have been Squandered over the years by a bunch of Ignorant overzealous Terrorist Types. They go by the Names of Klans, Supremacists, Skinheads, Officer Robert Torsney and of lately, Officer Derek Chauvin. They may even be your Neighbors. As it did in Tulsa Oklahoma in 1921 when three Hundred Black People were Murdered by their White Neighbors. One year later thirty Black People Murdered in Rosewood Florida. It Don’t Make No Macha¬†is Slave Ebonics( It Don’t Make no matter), that’s how Beleaguered Black People felt back then. It don’t make no matter is a feeling of helplessness, dejected and of being Violated. They knew that if they ran away, the Consequences would be Grave. They also knew that if you Outlawed Racism, it don’t make no matter, it’s what’s in the Heart of man that really matters. The Genocide of the Native American People speak for itself. Buried in Time the Falls Creek Massacre, where nine Native Americans two Men three Women two Boys and two Girls were Slaughtered. some of us are just Natural Born Killers. Some of us Survive above all Odds. Today we are not running, we are standing our Ground. Stand your Ground is A Law that Protects you if you feel that your Life is in Danger. A young Black Veteran who served his Country well and learned his Job of Targeting and Precision Release. He returned home to find the same Indignation he left. With the sentiment that it don’t make no matter, he armed himself and took up a Vantage point four Stories high in a Garage. In the Aftermath five Cops were killed and he was blown up with a Robot Bomb, pretty much a Jihadist I would say. Five Hundred miles away two more Fallen Officers, twelve Hundred miles away an Ambush and yet another, he was Black but he wore the Blue. Am I the only one who see a Pattern of Home Grown Terrorism, this is Palestine all over again. Are we approaching the Edge of Night. How many more US Army trained Black Men who are Sharpshooters out there, that are Grinding Axes. I am a firm Believer in Law and order with deep Rooted Patriotism. Always support your Country, your Government, only when deserving. Young Disenfranchised Blacks don’t see eye to eye with me, their Patience has run thin. Waiting four Hundred years for changes that they will never see. I am not a Pessimist, only a Realist. It’s a proven Synopsis, Oppression Incubates Rebellion. The turn of Events in the year two Thousand and twenty have brought out fifty years of Disappointment and Sadness in me. Disappointed in my Fellow Man Disappointed in Government and Society as a whole for casting a Blind Eye and a Deaf Ear to Racism, Prejudices and Brutally. Worse of all you feel good about yourself. Going to Church Sunday Morning talking about Praising the Lord. One of his Fundamental Laws is to love thy Neighbor. I don’t know what Pagon God you Worship, certainly not my Jehovah, I am my Brother’s keeper.

Life, Parenting And Relationships

Good Friends

Sweet and Sour

When I was younger it didn’t matter wheather I see any of my old friends who drifted out of my Life without a Postcard with a forwarding Address. Sad but true, it’s the same with Family Members. Now that I am all grown up and have made it my Business to be Educated and Enlightened in the subject of Life, People and Social Structures, I miss them. The reason for that is I would like them to see how well I have Bloomed and is at Peace with my World even with all it’s Ills and letdowns, from Politics to Religion and all the Sociological disorders. This is why I miss them, they are not around me to see how Aloft I am from those who Rejects Values, and Bloomed into a Flower, transforming into a Butterfly and not remaining a Caterpillar. I don’t hate, I don’t Blame or expect anything from Society or them who have abandoned and Deserted me for no good reasons. Lets not forget that Judas was a Disciple of Jesus.

That is the Motivation for this Blog, Sweet and Sour, because that is exactly how People are. Some of them wants to use you, some of them wants to be used by you, Sweet Dreams are made of these. Thank you Fleetwood Mac, I couldn’t have said it better, but that’s exactly how they are. Way beyond Sibling Rivalry, Brothers and Sisters dumping Dirt on you and you are not even Dead yet, all because of Ignorance and Idiocryncies. And that is the difference between them and myself, there is nothing Petty about me I am willing to die for my Convictions like Saint Valentine or Jesus refusing to Renounce their Faith. That is the Person that Age have made me, someone willing to Bury the Hatchet and not in your Back, being able to move on with my Life no matter what, capable of Forgiveness without Forgetfulness.

That is why I miss them to show off my Bodaciousness and how Magnanimous of Life I Have become, while they Languish in Mediocrity and smallmindedness. People I have known since twelve years old we lived like Family we shared Meals along with our secrets and Dreams, we grew up together and drifted apart vanished from each other’s Lives. That’s not how People should live, then one Day they show up at a Funeral acting like they cared about the Diseased one. That is the heights of Hypocrisy and that is the Crux of the Separation, Hypocrisy rules our lives, like Tom Petty said, it’s alright if you love me it’s ok if you don’t. Its as if Caren Carpenter read my Heart when she sang ” So far away dose’nt anybody stay in one Place anymore, it would be so nice to see your face at my Door”.

Life is so short and untimely it does us well to Savor each other, while we still can,Tomorrow we could be hearing¬† Eulogies. Years ago in a Sociology Class we discussed the twentieth Century as being a throw away Society, back then I considered the Ideology as Idle talking. And it shall come to pass, our Automobiles are replaced as regularly as our Androids and so too are Friends and Family. Granted, there are People in our Lives that we should distance ourselves from, People who drags you down instead of lifting you up. My best friend in High School was one, he didn’t have a Mind of his own.He didn’t know that a Black Man joining the Revolutionary Guard, the Protective Element of the Black Panther Party, was signing his own Death Warrant.

In the year 1972 J. Edgar Hoover and his FBI had Declared War and open Season on the Militant Group. Yet my Best friend allowed them to talk him into Joining the Group and bringing me along. On that Fateful day of going to the Induction, my Mother being Instinctive told me that If I did what she thought I was going to do, I would be Homeless. The Safe House¬† where we were to have the Meeting was a Bomb Factory, two hours before our Meeting the House blew up killing two. My Mother never liked him from Day one and always told me to watch myself around him. Naturally there are some Associations made in Hell, but the good ones should not be busted up for no good reasons, they should last your lifetime, because after all we are all we’ve got. In the end we go to each other’s Funerals shedding Crocodile Tears, like the Hypocrites we truly are.

The more I Reminis the more Depressing they are to me. I still can’t believe that I know not of my little Buddy’s whereabouts, the Catholic Schoolboy that started me smoking Weed at fourteen, he was only twelve but more Worldly than I. He Introduced me to Stanley Clark, Chic Corea and Tito Puente. Can you Imagine being Educated by a twelve year old. He told me Stories of Molestation in his School and the Impending Scandal in 1968 and forty years later Bishops are going to Prison for crimes they have been committing for forty years with Impunity. Junior I miss you, Junior is what I called him, he called me Pope. Two years before I met Junior I had another best Buddy Charlie was a Genius and a Saint. I on the other hand was too busy being Bad to walk in Charlie’s footprints, he was a Scholar. One Day while indoctrinating him in being Bad I almost got us both Killed. I was twelve years old dismantling Shotgun Shells when I decided to Bury one exposing the Cap and striking it with a Hammer. Twelve years later he moved to California and that was the last I seen or heard of my good Friend. I guess that is what being Californiacated does to Relationships. No Doubt in my Mind that he became Successful and thought he had outgrown me. My question is what good is being Successful and Dying like Howard Hughes, alone and in Despair. The Day I ceased to Rise I know I will hear Tupac’s voice ” How long will they mourn me”, or will they?. My Life is a Beacon for Relationships, I have been Faithful to the same Woman for forty years. I am sixty seven years old and fairly Healthy, nonetheless I know that I am walking my last Mile. ” Good company in a Journey makes the way shorter” –¬† Izaak Walton.

Life, Motivation

Reading Is Fundamental

In the fourth Grade I wrote my first Essay titled what I did on my Summer Vacation. It was an absolute disaster chock full of incomplete Sentences. The most memorable one was a Sentence telling how one of my Uncles gave me money. It read he me Money, when I read it to the Class they broke out in a Thunderous laugh when I got to the part that read he me Money. For the longest time my Classmates called me he me Money. That was my Motivation to learn to Read and write. Whenever something was taught in Class that I didn’t fully grasp, I would go Home and study it until I fully understood it. Pretty much the way an Actor studied his Lines. From then on I was never frustrated with learning. It was that early in life that I learned that if you applied yourself you can do anything.

In High School I was comfortable enough with my Reading Skills that I added English Literature to my Curriculum. Though I struggled with Shakespeare and Dickens I didn’t drop the Course. Taking that Class was one of the high points in my Life I learned many reading Skills including how to Exercise my Figurative Mind. The greatest reading skill I acquired was to figure out what the Author isn’t saying, but allowing you to figure it out. My Teacher picked on me daily to explain what the Author isn’t saying. At first I taught the question to be silly, you would think that what is written is so. Then I remembered Einstein’s Words ” The Intuitive Mind is a Sacred Gift and the Rational Mind is a Faithful Servant, we have created a Society that Honors the Servant and forgotten the Gift. Figuring out unspoken Words is a Gift, because the World takes things at Face Value and so creates People with Sheepish Mentality. “Blind Belief in Authority is the Greatest Enemy of Truth” ( Albert Einstein). Just about everything that has been written have been taken out of Context. Personally I do not write in innuendos I leave nothing to the Imagination, that is how things become misconstrued. Anyway we are not talking about Writing the subject is Reading, this is the Motivation for this Blog. Mother was Big on Education, I believe that she was twelve or thirteen when her Parents took her out of School.

Her Parents had twelve Children and needed her help Nursemaiding them. Even though she couldn’t refuse her Parents request for help raising their indiscretions, she knew that Reading was Fundamental. Over the years she Educated herself by teaching herself to Read. She started with the Hardest Book written, The Bible, if you can Comprehend Whereforth Whence and Cometh, If you can Comprehend that a Man can Sin seventy seven times seven and still be Forgiven you have it licked, Shakespeare can’t touch the Bible, even though the Language parallels. Many years ago I noticed Highway Signs with letters and Symbols telling what you would find at the next Exit. I was totally puzzled why would you write Food, then next to it you would put a Plate and utensils. Then I learned that the Symbols were for People who didn’t read English, or Read period.

My Mother was Born 1916, back then Reading wasn’t fundamental, hard work was. However she knew that in the twentieth Century Education meant Progress, I believe that during my Party Days if I had told her that I was dropping out of High School she would have thrown me out of her House.

Looking back on her Life I understand why I am one of the greatest DIY Person ever. Like her teaching herself to Read,¬† I Thought myself through Reading how to fix anything from an Automobile to a Computer and everything in between, Washer and Dryer including, I can Gut a House and install everything new, Electrical, Plumbing, Furnace and Water Heater including. All that from reading just about everything written on how to fix it yourself, all because I remember one of my Teacher telling us that you should never stop Learning even when you are finished with School. The reason she gave was that your Brain turned to Mush when not Nourished. Einstein puts it best” Wisdom is not the Product of Schooling, but the Lifelong attempt to Acuire it”.

My latest Project is Teaching myself to Write,¬† reading¬† Books on how to write Blogs was Fundamental for me, I also read the Greatest Book written about Parenting. Parenting through Love and Logic, it changed my way of thinking about Parenting. Love and Logic teaches that if you had a Child like I was, you either allowed them to burn themselves out, then coming full Circle with Consequences, or allowing them to come full Circle with themselves and their Potential all on their own. That was my Platform for Blogging about Parenting. Now you know why Reading is Fundamental for me, there is nothing like discovering things. So why is People of the Twenty First Century so Video Prone and anti Reading. Yet more Words from Albert, ” I fear the Day that Technology will surpass our Human Interaction. The World will have a Generation of Idiots”. Reading is something that exercises my Figurative Mind and stretching my Imagination like Elastic. I am sure that Einstein would have done a better Job getting the Point across how Fundamental Reading is.

It takes me to the time of The Emperor Menalik, the Travels of Hanibal, to Paphos the place where Aphrodite was born, and as far back as the Paleozoic Era and the survival of the largest Extinction in the History of the World. Why would I not choose Reading over a Video or Video Game, there is no Comparison. There is a Price to pay for everything, Technology changed the Medical Field forever and a Functional People to a Society of Android Babies. Occasionally one should put down the Android and pick up a Book. Those who read my Blogs knows that I like to keep it short and to the point, I don’t like to waste Pages on much ado about nothing.

I taught this Blog was finished then I remembered two Women with¬† opposite Mentality. 2017 while working in the Resort Industry I met a Woman from Mexico working in Housekeeping . she was in her late forties living and working in the U.S. for over thirty years, yet she never took the time to go to Night School and learned to Read, neither Spanish nor English. I was Livid that someone could live in the Twenty First Century and was Illiterate, even in her own Language. Two years later I met Jane, an Educated Venezuelaian who came to this country because she couldn’t find work in her Country. When we met she explained that her English was keeping her back so she was working and going to School to learn English. I explained to her that I took Spanish in High School for four years. We agreed to sharpen both our handling of the two Languages, I would speak to her in Spanish and she would speak to me in English so we would correct each others Grammar. The difference in both Women was that one was Complacent with her Illiteracy and the other was Educated but wanted to Learn more to better herself. My Hat is¬† off to the latter. In conclusion I would like to Reiterate, a Mind is a terrible thing to waste. Last Words belong to Einstein ” The Measure of Intelligence is the ability to change”.