Do better...

When I was younger, I did an experiment. An experiment of self-validation of sorts, completely selfish. I (after watching a night of fiction on the TV) decided to leave my teddy bear on the couch for my mother to find. The idea was for my mother to discover the misplace teddy bear, then walk it into my room and place it lovingly in my arms as I slept, just like on the TV. So, when my mother said it was time for bed, I obliged and excused myself to my room. I got into bed and then, I waited. Loving every moment of this experiment I could not absolutely wait for the payoff. The payoff being my mother would walk in the room and possibly kiss me on the cheek and then, place my teddy bear between my arms as I slept. My mother did not disappoint, ...well sort of. You see, the teddy was delivered as I hoped it would be. The method of delivery left a lot to be desired. As I pretended to sleep, I heard my mother open the door and step in. I remember thinking this is it! Validation of my mother's love summed up in this one, simple gesture. The door opened, my mother stepped in and.....thump! The thump I speak of was my teddy bear hitting my head, deployed by my mother's hand from the door. She hurled the damn bear from the doorway, not even bothering to step in fully to see if it made it to my side safely. WTF? This wasn't exactly the idea I had in mine. I remember thinking to myself, "this wasn't how it went in the show". At any rate, I got over it and went to sleep. I guess that's just how my mother was, her loved shine though other aspects that didn't necessarily reflect what I saw in TV land and that was fine. I was reminded of this repressed memory the other night when kid # 2 left her teddy bear on the couch. I picked it up, walked into her room and stood in the door way. Then, hurled it at her from the my location. Do better.....FY '13

Excuse me, I don't think this is my floor....

Not sure this is my floor. I mean sure, I'm here, I get that fact. It's just somehow I think, I know, I'm on the wrong floor. I'd ask the young lady in front of me for assistance but she seems so preoccupied. No one is really talking to each other on this floor. On my floor everyone talked and actually had engaging conversations. No one seems to notice anyone on this floor, how silly they all are. They all collectively seem to be gazing into their mini portable thingamabobs, how bizarre. Really, is that how the converse on this floor? Oh, that's so silly. Miss, could you please hit the perspective number for my floor? My floor absolutely has more to offer then this dreadful floor which clearly offers me no mental stimulation whatsoever. This is absurd, Miss, oh could you please hit that button and relieve me of this dreadful nightmare? I mean it's like they've all have become mindless nomadic creatures lured (quite easily I might add) by these shiny contraption they seem to all grip furiously in their hands. On my floor we actually look at one another when we speak, how rude they are on this floor. Oh goodness, does this lady even hear me with that foolish plastic tumor attached to her ear. Miss, miss, could you be a dear and press that button right there to return me back to my floor where manners and attentiveness still matter. What's that you say? No, no, no that's impossible. No one told me of any construction when I left my floor...

Who invited all the fat people...?

34%...really? that's the percentage of Americans who are over weight...as my former drill instructor said when we fell short of his expectations, "this is unsat",...being a man in his thirties (mid thirties to some, depending on who you ask), I've embraced, whole heartily, a healthy life style...it's pretty disturbing when I meet people younger than me and they're completely out of shape...what's worst is the social coddling of the obese...very few seem to be challenged by either their peers or family to change their destructive lifestyle...because make no mistake, it is a destructive existence to continually stuff whatever you feel into your face...instead of people saying "hey you love who you are no matter what size you are"...how about "hey you love who you are no matter what size you are....but you need to lose weight"...love is about honesty, not complacency with the ones you care for...let's try saving our lives people...OUCH...I just tripped stepping off my soapbox....

Wow

A good friend of mine recently reminded me that I had this Blog on the Internet for which I completely forgot about. Pretty raw material. Hey, I'm thinking maybe I can refer to myself as a , "trend setter", in the world of blogging. What do you think? Me either....more to come.

Separate but equal?

The word separatism said and define alone is a harsh word that most can not conceive as ever being a good thing. History on the other hand has proved otherwise and even current practices of separatism today have proved beneficial to it's participants. The Jewish populous have utilized modified versions of separatism, one to include simply not allowing the majority of their money to not leave their community. While traveling though different boroughs of New York that are mostly populated by Jews, the difference between the Black neighborhoods and the Jewish neighborhoods is instantaneously felt. Jewish schools for example have practiced separatism for a number of years in the name of religion and subtly passing on an elitist view in the processes. When a child is born into a community where he is immediately segregated from the majority of the world, taught by his own, feed by his own, spiritually and religiously schooled by his own, the child cannot help but to take on an elitist view of his/herself. Although the elitist's view is usually not the majority's view and may breed resentment from outside entities, it still is a small price to pay when securing one's community, ideals, philosophy, identity and most importantly their wealth. Asian-Americans also practice separatism thriving financial from it and do so with in mostly non-Asian cities. Whether you are in the suburbs of a major metropolitan city or in the disenfranchised neighborhoods of the inner city, you manage to see Asian ran establishments through out. Blacks have yet to grasp this concept of separatism and continue to identify it with the ideals of the implanted Black leaders of the so called Civil Rights Movement. Blacks continue to out source their hard earn money to outside entities while their own communities crumble with poverty, crime, and financial immobility. Being flashy and in style has taken prescience over a since of community and independence within the Black community for years. Blacks cannot wait to waste their wealth and do so allot of times with the ones who do practice separatism. It has become painfully evident that American Blacks are the only ones buying into the idea of a integral society, hence the reason we have no collective wealth and will never have collective wealth as long as we believe the hype!!
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Masculinity Deferred?

While I was parading through the mall the other day shopping for new clothing in support of my, "Dressing Growner", initiative I noticed a pattern. A pattern amongst the male store clerks consisting of short shirts, tight jeans, huge belt buckles and hair so full of moose and spritz you could place a flammable placard on it. Attitude was amongst the traits of these individuals donning this attire and a sort of Ryan Secreast vibe that was quite unnerving. I'm pretty sure these trendy individuals statistically would fall under the,"Metro sexual", stigma. Is The day of the plaid wearing, lumberjack manly man long gone, or on it's way out? Is this what women want? It seems to me that masculinity has been put aside for a variation of femininity and eccentrics. Hollywood has allot to do with this transitional period that I have dubbed the,
"Pink Era",. Help me understand. TheAnalyticalCynic

Hip Hop Not

Hip Hop Not

Maybe it's my ascending age or the orneriest that is coupled with each passing year of my life but lately I'm becoming increasingly more disgusted with "Hip Hop." Nothing is more disturbing then to be subjected to a plethora of radio stations, all playing the same dopy songs with the same recycled lyrics flipped and flopped(remixed) in yet another direction as the one previously. The cookie cutter, pointless, record executive influenced album usually entails misogynistic, violent, arrogant and downright stupid lyrics that do more harm then good. Very few are blessed with this opportunity to create a quality musical product and fewer succeed. I support the freedom of speech and artistic expression as much as the next music lover but this is getting out of hand. What is most baffling to me is that most rappers chose to use their allotted fifteen minutes of fame time, to speak on unimportant issues such as over priced jewelry, foreign cars, an abundance of women and of course the latest dance steps. These rappers are greatly influencing are youth with exaggerated fallacies of a lifestyle they claim to live allegedly on a daily basis. They execute no responsibility when spouting out this foolishness, then have the audacity to charge way too much for this rhetoric. Of course I can turn the radio off and go about my day, I usually do. But when the offspring start to emulate what they think reality is because of these misinformed entertainers, I have a problem. I want rappers to start calling their mothers' and daughters' "bitches," or maybe have a neighborhood drug dealer sell narcotics to their brothers' or sisters'. Hip Hop at one point in history was a forum to uplift and instill self-pride in one's community. Now, it's a marketing tool use to parasitically deprive black communities of their money and a subtle attempt to pacify for the sake of monetary gain thus continuing a cycle of inferiority within urban areas. Real Hip Hop is dead unfortunately and it's not coming back folks. I suggest you steal music from the internet. The AnalyticalCynic