Sunday, October 22, 2017

An Issue

 The question to which everyone knows the answer, but they won't say it because facing the truth makes them feel awkward and since it doesn't apply to them I should either get over it or pretend it doesn't exist;

The NFL and the US sits quiet while players assaulted girlfriends, wives, children and dogs,  but everyone gets pissed off and bothered because Kaepernick knelt while the national anthem was playing?

When we celebrate these men as athletes and role models while overlooking their alleged histories, we contribute to a culture in which violent misogyny is normalized, but if they fail to stand while the national anthem is playing, America has an issue, as all hell breaks loose.

I really wanna hang out with my friends and watch the football game but watching it while Kaepernick is unable to get a job because he knelt bothers me. I would feel so guilty. I would feel  like a sell out.

Aretha Franklin - Good to Me as I Am to You

Erykah Badu Soldier

They be tryna hide the history but they know who we are.

Saturday, October 21, 2017

Did you know

that the rights to freedom spelled out in the Declaration of Independence were deliberately phrased to exclude slaves and women? Thomas Jefferson's  original draft, preserved in the American Philosophical Society in Philadephia describes the rights as inherent, meaning they should apply to everybody from birth, but the final signed version only describes certain unalienable rights. In other words, only rights land-owning white men already had couldn't be taken away.
It's original purpose was to free powerful American land owners from any obligations to the king of England. Slavery existed before, during, and after the Declaration of Independence was finalized and implemented.
And by the way, did you know that some of the authors of the Declaration of Independence owned slaves  BEFORE, DURING AND AFTER  the writing of it?

John Hancock-  Hancock's family lived comfortably, but  owned a slave to help around the house. John was sent to live with his aunt and uncle after the death of his father in 1744.

Benjamin Franklin- Franklin owned two slaves, George and King, who worked as personal servants, and his newspaper, the Pennsylvania Gazette, commonly ran notices involving the sale or purchase of slaves and contracts for indentured laborers.Franklin did not publicly speak out against slavery until very late in his life.  Source: Accessed on 10/16/2014

Click here for the full list of those who did and did not own slaves.

In his speech “The Meaning of July Fourth for the Negro,” delivered at Rochester’s Corinthian Hall on July 5th, 1852 and later renamed “What to the Slave is the Fourth of July?,” Frederick Douglass lays into the hypocrisies and ironies of the occasion and holiday. “Do you mean, citizens, to mock me, by asking me to speak to-day?” he inquires, adding “This Fourth of July is yours, not mine. You may rejoice, I must mourn.”

So I ask, what to me is the Fourth of July?

It wasn't for us. It still isn't for us.

Friday, October 20, 2017

Another one

I got a rejection email today.

I got a rejection email for a position in a call center.

I can't even get a low-paying job at a call center?

My heart sank for about a minute, then I immediately said to myself/to God;  ' there's something better for me. God, I know there's something better for me.'


I got a rejection email for a position in a call center.


Tuesday, October 17, 2017

N'Dea Davenport - Bullshittin'

Reasons "The Star Spangled Banner" shouldn't be honoured by black people

Regarding our national anthem, “The Star-Spangled Banner,” perhaps not knowing the full lyrics is a good thing. It is one of the most racist, pro-slavery, anti-black songs in the American lexicon, and you would be wise to cut it from your Fourth of July playlist.

“The Star-Spangled Banner,” as most Americans know it, is only a couple of lines. In fact, if you look up the song on Google, only the most famous lyrics pop up on page 1;

Oh say can you see,
By the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed,
At the twilight's last gleaming?

Whose broad stripes and bright stars,
Through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched,
Were so gallantly streaming.

And thy rocket's red glare,
Thy bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through thee night,
That our flag was still there.

Oh say does that star spangled banner yet wave,
O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.

The story, as most of us are told, is that Francis Scott Key was a prisoner on a British ship during the War of 1812 and wrote this poem while watching the American troops battle back the invading British in Baltimore. That—as is the case with 99 percent of history that is taught in public schools and regurgitated by the mainstream press—is less than half the story.

To understand the full “Star-Spangled Banner” story, you have to understand the author. Key was an aristocrat and city prosecutor in Washington, D.C. He was, like most enlightened men at the time, not against slavery; he just thought that since blacks were mentally inferior, masters should treat them with more Christian kindness. He supported sending free blacks (not slaves) back to Africa and, with a few exceptions, was about as pro-slavery, anti-black and anti-abolitionist  as you could get at the time.

Of particular note was Key’s opposition to the idea of the Colonel Marines. The Marines were a battalion of runaway slaves who joined with the British  Royal Army in exchange for their freedom. The Marines were not only a terrifying example of what slaves would do if given the chance, but also a repudiation of the white superiority that men like Key were so invested in.

All of these ideas and concepts came together around Aug. 24, 1815, at the Battle of Bladensburg, where Key, who was serving as a lieutenant at the time, ran into a battalion of Colonial Marines. His troops were taken to the woodshed by the very black folks he disdained, and he fled back to his home in Georgetown to lick his wounds. The British troops, emboldened by their victory in Bladensburg, then marched into Washington, D.C., burning the Library of Congress, the Capitol Building and the White House. You can imagine that Key was very much in his feelings seeing black soldiers trampling on the city he so desperately loved.

A few weeks later, in September of 1815, far from being a captive, Key was on a British boat begging for the release of one of his friends, a doctor named William Beanes. Key was on the boat waiting to see if the British would release his friend when he observed the bloody battle of Fort McHenry in Baltimore on Sept. 13, 1815. America lost the battle but managed to inflict heavy casualties on the British in the process. This inspired Key to write “The Star-Spangled Banner” right then and there, but no one remembers that he wrote a full third stanza decrying the former slaves who were now working for the British army:

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore,
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion
A home and a Country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash’d out their foul footstep’s pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave,
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

In other words, Key was saying that the blood of all the former slaves and “hirelings” on the battlefield will wash away the pollution of the British invaders. With Key still bitter that some black soldiers got the best of him a few weeks earlier, “The Star-Spangled Banner” is as much a patriotic song as it is a diss track to black people who had the audacity to fight for their freedom. Perhaps that’s why it took almost 100 years for the song to become the national anthem.

It might be a good idea to switch up your Fourth of July patriotic playlist.

It's not on any of my playlists, knowing what I know now; it's hard for me to pledge allegiance to a song about the land of the free when people who look like me are still being murdered by the supposed enforcers of the law-(the largest gang in America) on a daily basis, 100% of which are never ever punished; the murderers get to live their life free  (just another day in the office) as if the murders never occurred while those affected by the murders are left mourning and fighting for justice, and suffering.

While some people agree that there should be a protest of sorts, the jury is still out on how they would like us to protest social injustice. It's as if we need to ask permission to do so.

America has a long history of athletes using their high-profile status to protest against the government and its policies. Ahead, a few of the most prominent examples.

1967: Muhammad Ali
A group of top African American athletes from different sporting disciplines gather to give support and hear the boxer Muhammad Ali give his reasons for rejecting the draft during the Vietnam War in Cleveland, June 4, 1967.

World champion boxer Muhammad Ali used his worldwide star power to take a stand against the Vietnam War by refusing to enlist in the military.
"I ain’t got no quarrel with those Vietcong," he said at the time, a stance that left him with a five-year prison sentence for draft evasion, a $10,000 fine, and a ban from boxing for three years, .
Ali appealed the conviction, claiming he qualified for conscientious-objector status because he opposed the war as a Muslim.
"My conscience won’t let me go shoot my brother, or some darker people, or some poor hungry people in the mud for big powerful America,"Ali said in 1967. "How can I shoot them poor people? Just take me to jail."
He avoided jail time as his case was successfully appealed, but he was stripped of his championship title for refusing to join the armed forces in Vietnam.
Ali’s conviction for evading the draft made it all the way up to the Supreme Court, but in 1971, the Supreme Court overturned the ruling.
In retrospect, one of the costs of Ali courageously standing his ground for his beliefs was that the three-year ban robbed him of some of his prime boxing years, his trainer Angelo Dundee told ESPN
in 2012.

1968: Tommie Smith and John Carlos

Athletes Tommie Smith, center, and John Carlos stare downward during the playing of "The Star-Spangled Banner" after Smith received the gold and Carlos the bronze medal in the 200 meter run at the Summer Olympic Games in Mexico City.

After winning gold in the 200-meter sprint at the 1968 Summer Olympics in Mexico City, Tommie Smith raised his fist in the air alongside his teammate and bronze medalist, John Carlos. Smith and Carlos claimed that they used the gesture to symbolize black power and to demonstrate against racism and injustice.
The pair later said that every detail of the act was strategically planned between the two of them, from which hands they chose to the scarves and beads they wore. As Smith explained to ABC Sports announcer Howard Cosell, "My raised right hand stood for the power in black America. Carlos' raised left hand stood for the unity of black America. Together they formed an arch of unity and power.”
"If I win, I am an American, not a black American. But if I did something bad, then they would say 'a Negro.' We are black and we are proud of being black," Smith said at the press conference after their demonstration.
"Black America will understand what we did tonight," Smith added.
Peter Norman, the Australian silver medalist who stood next to the men on the podium, also wore an Olympic Project for Human Rights pin to show support for Smith and Carlos.
Two days after their protest, Smith and Carlos were suspended from the national team and sent back to the U.S. The pair were met by sharp criticism and even threats when they returned home.

1972: Jackie Robinson
Jackie Robinson's stance at bat while while working out with Montreal Royals during training at Stanford, Fla.

After breaking the color barrier in Major League Baseball, Jackie Robinson wrote in his 1972 autobiography, I Never Had it Made, "I cannot stand and sing the national anthem," admitting that he didn’t sing the anthem when he stood for it before baseball games. This was his silent protest.
Branch Rickey, the baseball executive that signed him onto the Dodgers, made an agreement with Robinson that he would not respond to racial slurs and hate.
“I want a man who has the courage not to fight, not to fight back,” Rickey famously said to Robinson. With that, Robinson stayed quiet until his retirement.
After retirement, Robinson spoke out about racial injustice and became a leader in the Civil Rights movement.
"I'm not fooled because I've had a chance open to very few Negro Americans," said Robinson when he testified before Congress about racial injustice.

2014: NBA Teams
Jackie Robinson's stance at bat while working out with Montreal Royals during training at Stanford, Fla.

NBA teams first broke dress code rules back in 2014 to protest police brutality, wearing “I Can’t Breathe” shirts during warm-ups. The shirts referenced the last words of Eric Garner before he died at the hands of a police officer in Staten Island. Lebron James and Kobe Bryant, among other players, wore the shirts before preseason games.

2016 WNBA Teams

During the summer of 2016, the women of the WNBA silently protested by wearing shirts that supported Black Lives Matter to game warm-ups.
Members of the New York Liberty basketball team stand during the playing of the Star Spangled Banner prior to a game against the Atlanta Dream, July 13, 2016, in New York.

The Minnesota Lynx wore shirts that read: “Change starts with us – Justice & Accountability” on the front and listed the names of two men who had been fatally shot by police, Philando Castile and Alton Sterling, on the back, according to ESPN. 
New York Liberty wore shirts  that read #BlackLivesMatter, #Dallas5, and a blank hashtag, which represented future victims of police brutality, during their game warm-ups.

The Indiana Fever and Phoenix Mercury also wore shirts in protest against recent police shootings of black men, and the entire Indiana Fever team and some Mercury players knelt in protest  during the national anthem.

The WNBA fined the teams, saying that league rules state that uniforms may not be altered in any way. But after public outcry over the fines, which were $5,000 to each organization and an additional $500 to the team members, the WNBA rescinded them.
The league's president, Lisa Borders, later said on Twitter she had done so to show that the league supported "players expressing themselves on matters important to them."

2016 Colin Kaepernick

Members of the New York Liberty basketball team stand during the playing of the Star Spangled Banner prior to a game against the Atlanta Dream, July 13, 2016, in New York.

San Francisco 49ers quarterback Colin Kaepernick first sat during the national in August 2016. He later began kneeling before games to protest police brutality, starting before a game against the Green Bay Packers on Sept. 1, 2016.
Teammate Eric Reid expressed support of Kaepernick’s message and approached him to strategize together.

At a press conference, Kaepernick explained "Me and Eric had many conversations and he approached me and said 'I support what you’re doing, I support what your message is, let’s think about how we can do this together.' We talked about it at length and we wanted to make sure the message that we’re trying to send isn’t lost with the actions that come along with it."
"I am not going to stand up to show pride in a flag for a country that oppresses black people and people of color," Kaepernick  told NFL Media after taking a knee. 
"To me, this is bigger than football and it would be selfish on my part to look the other way. There are bodies in the street and people getting paid leave and getting away with murder."
At the beginning of March, Kaepernick opted out of his contract with the 49ers, making him a free agent. Kaepernick remains unsigned, and some accuse the NFL of blacklisting him, ESPN reported.  

-Makes sense to me.

-courtesy, The and

That Melanin Tho

Monday, October 16, 2017

That moment

When you see Jody Watley in your Instagram newsfeed, and you comment "Still A Thrill. My favorite song of all songs ever. I went to the Paris Opera House just to be where the video was made. I love Jody Watley."

And she responds a day later with "Much love in return-thank you."

I almost fainted!


Young Black men joining hands during Operation Olive Branch (a long-term tradition where first year students from Morehouse, Spelman and Clark Atlanta come together before the start of fall semester for an Atlanta University Center unity ceremony and celebration).

Friday, October 13, 2017


Amen! May our self expression for honoring the flag, our country, our communities and history be as free and fluidly portrayed as they ought to be. May we not lose sight of the core values we hold sacred; freedom and liberty for all. Don't let the rhetoric of the sick and dysfunctional administration pull us into the game of divide and conquer.

Thursday, October 12, 2017

The big 50

Today, October 12, is the birthday of one of the coolest people I know, on this planet! Out of respect for him (he's not one for attention), I won't post his pic, or name him ( starts with an A, so I'll call him that), but he reads my blog.
A and I have been friends for, I would guess, about a quarter of a century. We met at a record store in Madison Wisconsin called The Exclusive. I love music; I was always buying music. A friend who was training him, introduced me. We've been friends ever since. He's been a true friend, and his family is just as cool. His parents have always treated me as if I was flesh and blood.  Every drama in my life and his- we've been there to support each other.
Once, about 10 years ago, I saw a quote about friendship that says I'd rather have 4 quarters than 100 pennies. I didn't understand what it meant at the time until I got older and wiser. I would rather have 4 really close friends then a hundred kinda sorta friends.  A is not one of the kinda sorta friends. Some friendships have come and gone before, during, and after, but our friendship remains intact. He's non-judgmental and cool, and like the brother I never had. His father (may he rest in peace) once referred to me as his son from another mother. :). My appreciation of jazz came from his father.

I don't know what I did to deserve his friendship, but I'm grateful I did.  Happy birthday, A!

Tuesday, October 10, 2017


Some people make up their mind about you the minute they see you. I'm conscious of this thought every time I meet someone new. In situations like job interviews or if I'm networking, it's important that I give a great first impression, but the problem is, I can give the greatest first impression of anyone on the planet; I can smile and laugh and nod my head in agreement when I'm supposed to,  I can give the best answers that will make them smile and even say 'good answer'. I can even use my training in body language to communicate that I am interested in what they have to say and that I am listening. I can even dress appropriate for the occasion, but if they have a preconceived negative opinion about black people- and I happen to be a black man, then no matter how qualified I am, no matter how great a fit I would be in their company, their mind will be made up about me the second they see me enter the room.

This will be on my mind when I go to a job fair on tomorrow, Wednesday, October 11. Being that it's in Portland, I will most likely be one of maybe 3 black people in a room that will have hundreds of white people. The added problem is that they will see me before they see my resume, instead of the other way around, where I would apply for a job online, and I submit my resume; they may be impressed, then I access and see that that company has viewed my profile and then shortly thereafter I get a rejection letter. 
I know this for a fact; I once had a fake profile with a picture of a white guy in a suit for a month ( now deleted because it was a test) using my exact same resume ( name changed), and a company that rejected Alieux for a position, excepted Bradley for the same one.

In regards to meeting friends of friends, I could care less of their opinion of me. I'm too introverted to even care, but as far as employment, it's of the utmost importance that I put my best food forward.

I pray that tomorrow, my skin tone isn't important to anyone, and that people see my resume and will want me on their team-


Chocolate Espresso Crumble Cake

I made this cake last night, and gave it to a neighbor this morning.

I was in the mood to bake.

Monday, October 9, 2017


I now have 1,000 Instagram followers for A Cake Supreme- check here.

But I only have about 3 regular customers. If only the followers and likes I have  were enough to generate more sales.   Once I get my money right ( or at least half-way right) I'll hire some marketing professional to help me get sales.


The view of the Capital from State Street, Madison Wisconsin

  • A decent paying job, preferably in Madison or Toronto, or wherever it is that God wants me to be
  • Successful writing career
  • Successful career as a baker
  • To speak to someone about my being introverted
  • Wife & kids of my own 
  • My wife and myself hanging out with my best friend and his wife, as couples do
  • 50-pound weight loss
  • Consistently improving diagnostic tests
  • To sell ( or dispose) anything I have that I don't need and haven't even needed for years
  • Significantly improved credit
The Toronto skyline

I'm Good

Saturday, October 7, 2017

Friday, October 6, 2017


Today my mom turned 75.

I'm sad, because I had planned to be in Wisconsin to celebrate her birthday with her, but life got in the way;my temp assignment ended abruptly, 4 months earlier than expected,  and the money wasn't there to make the trip ( or to pay the bills).
But God knows all.
He knows my heart. My mom knows my heart too; I had bought my plane ticket a month ago but  she insisted I stay here and try to get a refund of my plane fare and use the money to pay bills. She was pissed when I initially insisted on making the trip anyway, so I stayed home.

I love her.

I pray I can see her soon.  Not too many people get to see 75.

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

The 'Lone Wolf'

I don't know if you heard, but, on October1, United States experienced the deadliest mass shooting in modern American history. At least 58 people are dead and over 500 more wounded. No, that’s not a typo: More than 500 people were injured in one single incident.
As tens of thousands enjoyed a music festival on the streets of Las Vegas, 64-year-old Stephen Paddock of Mesquite, Nevada, was perched 32 floors above them in his Mandalay Bay hotel room. Paddock had 19 rifles and hundreds of rounds of ammo — supplies that are plentiful in a nation that has more guns than people. A few minutes after 10 p.m., Paddock opened fire on the unsuspecting crowd. They were sitting ducks.
No expensive wall along the Mexican border would’ve prevented this. No Muslim ban stopping immigrants and refugees from a few randomly selected countries from reaching our shores would’ve slowed this down.
Paddock, like the majority of mass shooters in this country, was a white American. And that simple fact changes absolutely everything about the way this horrible moment gets discussed in the media and the national discourse: Whiteness, somehow, protects men from being labeled terrorists.
The privilege here is that the ultimate conclusion about shootings committed by people from commonly nonwhite groups often leads to determinations about the corrosive or destructive nature of the group itself. When an individual claiming to be Muslim commits a horrible act, many on the right will tell us Islam is the problem. For centuries, when an act of violence has been committed by an African-American, racist tropes follow — and eventually, the criminalization and dehumanization of an entire ethnic group.
Privilege always stands in contrast to how others are treated, and it’s true in this case, too: White men who resort to mass violence are consistently characterized primarily as isolated “lone wolves” — in no way connected to one another — while the most problematic aspects of being white in America are given a pass that nobody else receives.
Stephen Paddock’s whiteness has already afforded him many outrageous protections in the media.
While the blood was still congealing on the streets of Las Vegas, USA declared in a headline that Paddock was a “lone wolf.” And yet an investigation into his motivations and background had only just started. Police were only beginning to move to search his home and computers. His travel history had not yet been evaluated. No one had yet thoroughly scrutinized his family, friends, and social networks.
Paddock was declared a “lone wolf” before analysts even started their day, not because an exhaustive investigation produced such a conclusion, but because it is the only available conclusion for a white man in America who commits a mass shooting.
“Lone wolf” is how Americans designate many white suspects in mass shootings. James Holmes was called a “lone wolf” when he shot and killed 12 people at a movie theater in Aurora, Colorado. And Dylann Roof, the white supremacist who walked into a church in Charleston, South Carolina, and shot and killed the pastor and eight other parishioners, was quickly declared a “lone wolf.”
For people of color, and especially for Muslims, the treatment is often different. Muslims often get labeled as “terrorists” before all the facts have come out.
Just consider President Donald Trump. This morning, Trump tweeted, “My warmest condolences and sympathies to the victims and families of the terrible Las Vegas shooting. God bless you!” That’s fine, but Trump doesn’t even seem angry. It’s peculiar that he didn’t call the shooter a “son of a bitch,” like he did the NFL players who took a knee during the national anthem. He didn’t create an insulting nickname for Paddock or make an immediate push for a policy proposal.
Compare that to how Trump treats incidents where he believes the assailants are Muslims. After a bomb exploded in the London subway, Trump tweeted that the attackers were “loser terrorists” — before British authorities had even named a suspect. He went on to immediately use the attack to push his Muslim ban.
Stephen Paddock

We must ask ourselves: Why do certain acts of violence absolutely incense Trump and his base while others only elicit warm thoughts and prayers? This is the deadliest mass shooting in American history! Where is the outrage? Where are the policy proposals?

What we are witnessing is the blatant fact that white privilege protects even Stephen Paddock, an alleged mass murderer, not just from being called a terrorist, but from the anger, rage, hellfire, and fury that would surely rain down if he were almost anyone other than a white man. His skin protects him. It also prevents our nation from having an honest conversation about why so many white men do what he did, and why this nation seems absolutely determined to do next to nothing about it.
I spoke to two people this morning, one black and the other Muslim. Both of them said that, when they heard about this awful shooting in Las Vegas, they immediately began hoping that the shooter was not black or Muslim. Why? Because they knew that the blowback on all African-Americans or Muslims would be fierce if the shooter hailed from one of those communities.
Something is deeply wrong when people feel a sense of relief that the shooter is white because they know that means they won’t suffer as a result. White people, on the other hand, had no such feeling this morning, because 400 years of American history tells them that no such consequences will exist for them today as a result of Paddock’s actions.
It is an exemplar of white privilege: not just being given a headstart in society, but also the freedom from certain consequences of individual and group actions.

Watch Sonia's Lips Move

Day ONE: 10/1/00
enters Sonia,
shutting the door behind her.
She removes her full red lips
To tell me in confidence:
“I’m so glad they finally hired a
brutha here! You the only nigga that’s been in this building besides the UPS guy!
We gotta have each other’s back.
 If there is anything that you need,
please don’t hesitate to let a sista know!”
then she quickly leaves my office
after putting her lips back
where they  remained
from my first day
through to my last;



Kandace Springs - Thought It Would Be Easier

Saturday, September 30, 2017

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Thursday, September 28, 2017

1 thing (before I go)

I was talking to my mom the other day. 

Circa 1969
She was telling about when my sister and I were little, The struggle was real. The only thing we had in the kitchen were pancake mix, eggs and milk,  so she fed us pancakes and scrambled eggs every day.  She told me that my sister told her that I would cry when my mom wasn't around because I was tired of eating pancakes and eggs. My mom told me that she said that the next day 'we would have steak for dinner.'   My mom had no idea how she would be able to afford steaks, but she prayed about it. 
That next day, in the mail, were bonds- bonds she didn't even know that she owned; bonds that she was able to cash, and that evening after school, we had steak.

Circa 1972
She also told me about how, once, she got in her car after leaving work. She desperately needed gas money to at least be able to drive her car until pay day. She prayed on it. As she sat in her car waiting for it to warm up, it was windy outside and rainy. A ten dollar bill and a  five dollar bill fell from she doesn't know where, and landed on her windshield. Because it was wet, it stayed there. My mom said she didn't move at first; she saw a couple walk by. She wanted to be sure it wasn't their money, but when they got in their car and drove off, she praised God and got the Monday off her windshield. She was able to get gas.

 Circa 1998
A similar situation happened to me.  Prior to my leaving Madison, I completed all the paperwork necessary to make sure my last paycheck would not be deposited into my account electronically; I wanted a paper check mailed to my new address in Gaithersburg Maryland. Well, a week after I started my new job, my old boss informed me that she was so busy she forgot to send in the paperwork. I discovered my check was deposited into my checking account and took care of a few debts.  The balance was  about $23. I was expecting a lot more.  That evening, as I walked from the bus, I told God, ' I won't get a check from my new job for 2 weeks now, and I need money to pay for groceries, gas for the car, and food for Georgio ( my cat at the time). Please bless me, amen.
Guess what was in the mailbox when I got home?
A full paycheck from my previous job that was not supposed to get. It wasn't vacation pay.  I exhausted all my vacation time before I quit my old job. It was a check for 2 weeks pay.  I was not owed this money, but I held on to it for 48 hours to be sure;  I didn't want my old company to realize their error and ask me not to cash the check, but no one called or contacted me. Then I fell to my knees and praised God.  
One of my favorite singers, Donald Lawrence, says, 'God will close every door; He will make sure every single door is closed so that He can be the one to open it.'    In other words, making sure there is no doubt that He is God.

I say all that to remind myself that what I'm going through right now, I know that God is God, and something will happen in my favor; something that defies logic. It may happened at the 11th hour; that's how it happens, but it will happen.

My situation with the paycheck, I've mentioned that to a friend of mine who is an atheist. Normally he has an explanation for everything, but not this. 

This post gets me feeling emotional. I feel better, having written it. 

Wednesday, September 27, 2017


I may change my mind in the future (maybe even tomorrow, maybe next year), but for the time being, I give up on this blog. 

To the 4 people who have consistently read and commented on it, thank you going along with me on this ride. 

I give up on trying to get more people to come along with me. 

Friday, September 22, 2017

Coming soon

 don’t forget the bottles
 of muscatel clanking

 in yards of  broken champagne flute glasses
lost memories of celebratory toasts;
  slobbering stammering and stuttering a language;
  the ‘C’ word.
  in a pitch low enough that  only other alcoholics can interpret.   in a pitch high enough that only other dogs can hear…”    

The Effects Of him,   

    by   Alieux Casey-George


While trying to quiet Kirby, Robbie looked out of 
the window and down at the back yard. He looked to the left at the rows of cornstalks and 
collards and okras that Willie planted. Then he looked up at the sky. He saw an object, like a 
light, suddenly appearing from a distance. As it got closer to the earth, it seemed to slowly  float 
downwards while swaying to the left and the right.  Then it went behind the trees in the woods 
beyond their house. Robbie looked up at the sky for a plane or other type of aircraft and saw 
nothing. Is that a UFO? 
         He was curious. He sat down on the edge of the bed, at first wondering if he was still 
asleep and then wondering if he should get back underneath the covers, but he thought he might 
regret not having checked out what had fallen out of the sky. He thought that maybe there 
would be news of  a UFO on the evening news the following day and he would have been 
disappointed if he didn’t take the time to investigate it, so he quickly put on some sweat pants 
and t shirt and his sneakers, and Kirby followed him as he tiptoed out of his bedroom, past his 
drunken passed­out stepfather in the living room and out the front door. He ran towards and 
through the woods that was beyond their property. 
        It was cold. He followed Kirby, sprinting as if knowing where he was going. Maybe its 
a UFO or fallen satellite, maybe Kirby smells it.  
        Kirby began to run, and Robbie followed him. The sky was getting lighter. They ran 
through the immense field of trees and thick grass. Robbie was about fifty feet ahead of him 
when he noticed he had stopped and and sat down and began to bark. As Robbie approached, 
he noticed there was a clearing. There was a part of the woods, in the middle , that had no 
trees. Kirby was looking at something and was barking. As Robbie ran towards the opening, 
guessing that it would have been the perfect spot for a crash landing, he came upon a huge 
bundle of white cloth and some stings. It was laid flat on the ground. There was no one on it or 
underneath it.  
        Robbie jumped, startled by the deep voice from behind him.  He wondered why Kirby 
didn’t bark to notify him that someone or something, was behind him. 

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Wednesday, September 20, 2017

-No other love

There's no other love like the love for a brother.
There's no other love like the love from a brother.
-Astrid Alauda

The Mis-Education of the Negro

If you can control a man's thinking you do not have to worry about his action. When you determine what a man shall think you do not have to concern yourself about what he will do. If you make a man feel that he is inferior, you do not have to compel him to accept an inferior status, for he will seek it himself. If you make a man think that he is justly an outcast, you do not have to order him to the back door. He will go without being told; and if there is no back door, his very nature will demand one. 
--Carter G. Woodson, The Mis-Education of the Negro