The N Word.

The Scarlet Letter.

           Dial N: for Nigga.

         The N word was originally a racial slur/moniker used to degrade the supposedly  “second class” citizen, who occupy the majority of the workforce during the 246 years of captivity. 

         The label uttered from the lips from our oppressors, might as well, have been a hex-curse placed on the head of every cotton picker, the house maidens, the railroad builders; the harvesting of agriculture: coffee, tobacco, sugar cane and the carpenters and the weavers. In a way, it has–our scarlet letter.

           And the result of this curse: lifetime of degradation, subject both intentional and persecutional-eugenics; often resulting in labeling us to as “subhuman” or quote “a generation away from swinging from jungle vines”. Ostracized at every turn unless it’s to massa convenience. Our entire history completely white washed and our sense of self-identity: colonized and integrated to the oppressors standards.  

          People seen treated as property; The N word was the slave’s dog collar forever staining a peoples as hired help, field hands, porch monkeys and saddle riders (no pun intended). slave owners actually placed collars made of steel and Iron for slaves that previously ran away.

           And just like that…after four of the bloodiest years in U.S. history, the Emancipation Proclamation followed by the 13th Amendment: the slaves were free(metaphorically).

       The slave ship on solid ground  

          1863. 4 millions slaves, now, free men(or so we were lead to believe), however, the 13th Amendment only states: “Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction.” In short, the 13th Amendment only protects non-criminals and that’s when the shifting of the current begins to unfold.

     Let’s not be naive, slavery has and always will be the number one business in America. To say otherwise, is an admission of guilt.

        Liberty versus freedom. Liberty- the ability to do as one wills and what one has the power to do; in the presence of arbitrary restraint. Freedom- the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants without hindrance or restraint. The words seem similar at first glance, however, the former is confined by an external forces.

            Now, I know what your thinking: there are some wealthy black people in the U.S. but don’t over look the fact that vast majority of rich African American have to walk on egg-shells; placating their caucasian benefactor. They have their role when it comes to navigating the attention of the black community; whether it’s: entertainment, misdirection, or pushing the agenda of our corporate masters, or worse–bankers.

         Where did the slave ship go? Why…it’s on land, now, population over 2,3 million.

         Remember the 13th Amendment, And how it’s protection only applies to anyone who is not considered a criminal? Meanwhile, the 14th Amendment ensures that neither State nor Government deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of the laws. Meaning, a U.S. citizen has right to own his own property, has a right to a far trial; has an right not to be persecuted by both domestic and militarized authority. Unless they are a criminal.  

          Welcome to mass incarceration. 1 in 4 people in the United States will be incarcerated at some point in their life, almost 25% of incarcerations when compared to other countries across the globe, come from America. The supposedly “land of the free” has the highest percent of the population behind bars–in the world.

And, did I forget to mention that 40% of those people are African Americans? 4 out 10 African American will be in some form of corrections by the time they reach the age of 40.

But why is that?

History. Remember the limitations of the 13th Amendment; If you are seen, convicted or perceive as a criminal the Amendment can not protect you and the “abolishing of a slavery”: null in void. Even with the 14th Amendment backing up due process, from 1865-1964 under disguise of selective racism if your black, you can be arrested, for so much, as loitering.

It didn’t matter. 4 million black people whom once were the driving force of agriculture, farming, transportation and free undocumented labor; were now free to do as they please. The transition from centuries of free disposable labor to potentially employing newly freed-slaves, did not sit well with Americas. But ultimately, they needed to resolve the issue, somehow, as business owners, farmers, even political figures made it abundantly clear: black people are not real Americans. I’ll even go a step further and say: black aren’t even human beings.

No different then Nazis Germany, Hitler ran a smear campaign, in order to, slander the image of the Jews, before a single concentration camp was ever built. Our image has and will always be off-center from the truth.

Daytime television labels us and dead-beat fathers; over-bearing and materialistic mothers; troubled youth with ties to gang activity; thieves, professional criminals; lazy, untrustworthy.

Newspapers push out endless articles, depicting black people as barbaric–animalistic and uncivilized. Propaganda at its best. But what can you expect, racial tolerance has always been the grey area in the justice system–implied, rarely followed up with any hard action. As you watch this Youtube video, I want you to remember, as much as you can, all the preconceive notions and stereotypes surrounding black people. Don’t get me wrong; not every white person is a racist and not every black man is a rapist. Even-though, on more than one occasion, we tend to feed into the self-fulfilling prophecy. That should be evidence that brainwash on this scale works on the oppressors and it’s victim.

           Below is a link to “The Birth of our Nation.”

          https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I3kmVgQHIEY

         

        To be Continued… 

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God Hates Us Vol.2.

            the Suffering paradox.

Why does God allow suffering?

Depending on who you ask, you may receive the question just asked repackaged and distributed–lined with hand-me down traditional beliefs and wrapped with theological rhetoric on faith and obedience. Which is truly laughable, seeing how a supposedly “historical document” is considered heresy if the word of God is tampered with in anyway.  But I’ll save that topic for another day.

Disease, War, Poverty, and the fear of death have plagued the third rock from the sun, since the dawn of civilization. Which predates the questions: why does God allow suffering?

To put it mildly, happiness is supposed to be the “end-all be-all” end game in life. It’s like everyone is trying to find the hidden binary code, for complete satisfaction.

See, the problem is not in the pursuit of happiness; it’s in the coveted  notion “we were designed to always be happy”.

Make no mistake, God and I are not on equal terms–at all. In all due respects; Fuck-em–That guy. But in his defense, suffering is a necessary evil for discovering ones bliss. Temporary defeat becomes the lantern, hovering over the shoulder for the tourist stuck on the side of the; waving his cellphone in hand back and forth. Trying to get a decent signal.

        “It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.”

Tyler Durden  Fight Club

We are not meant to happy (at least not all the time). I truly believe it’s one of his mass deceptions: if your not happy then it’s your fault or you are sinning. And my personal favorite: your fleshly desires outmatches the vessel that God gave to you, in order for his holy spirit to flow freely.

Without struggle, there’s no prize. The most gut-wrenching and awful experiences leads to unwavering gratitude, gratitude that shouldn’t be negated less the puzzled remains unfinished.  Yet, we shy away from it, pushing uncomfortable situations aside while under the belief ” the path of the least resistance”. Those uncomfortable situations are character builders, without them, we’re just walking mannequins waiting for the sales associate put this months winter wear on us, for window display.

And you know worst thing about thing about all this; I mean, the most elaborate prank God has played on us: He got every mouth-breather on the plant to believe nice people live happier lives–bullshit. All this has done, along with the P.C. police,( politically correct) is create an entire continent of artificial passive-aggressive Mr. Rogers.

Plus, people are not nice for nice sake, they are nice because of the reward for being nice. But, when people realized the reward wasn’t coming; God created a fall-guy to take the blame.(the devil)

      “Let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He’s a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does He do. I swear for His own amusement, his own private, cosmic gag reel, He sets the rules in opposition. It’s the good of all time. Look but don’t touch. Touch, but don’t taste. Taste, don’t swallow. Ahaha. And while you’re jumpin’ from one foot to the next, what is he doing? He’s laughin His sick, fuckin’ ass off! He’s a tight-ass! He’s a SADIST! He’s an absentee landlord! Worship that? NEVER!”

Al Pacino “John Milton” The Devil’s Advocate.

 

                                                                                                         To Be Continued…

 

 

So…There’s this girl.

Rarely, do I indulge the notion of “love at first sight”–all men do at some point. The simple concept that any woman can ensnare our imagination based on simple physical features, is the cliche in the “mating game” or “rules of attractions”.(for you James Vanderbeek fans) Heaven forbid any man, too preoccupied with drowning in this sea of pointless pussy; finally meets his Cleopatra–his detached opposite, yet their union completes one another.

We I see an attractive female I immediately study her–really I just fan of women, in general. I collect all the “kiss the cook” merchandise, I listen to all their albums; wear the “I’m with stupid ” novelty apparel and keep all the sappy valentines day candy and cards until it is not longer cute, anymore.

I hate the feeling  of the “missed opportunity” moment when I’m stricken with the impression; there could have been something but the feeling passes like a Snapchat story. She meet someone, else. And the romanticized carnival ride of us together in Venice Beach: fades into the self-loathing highlight reel.

I recently met and she is like a female version of me. Witty, funny, not of trace of narcissistic tendency, neither a obsession with making her plumper by hovering one ass-cheek  over the bathroom sink, while taking a selfie. The fours words that best describe her: the girl next door. She makes me excited and afraid at the same time. Normally, people gravitate to me and I decide if they are cool enough to be on the V.I.P list; but, with her it’s different. Maybe, it is because I met anyone from such a rich ethnic background; maybe it’s because she has the same type of  humor; hell, maybe it’s because she from New York–the city I always spray paint my own insignia on subway train.

A vacuum in time and space opens up and sucks me in, closer and closer in her direction and I don’t even know if I’m just another random dude, friend, business association, colleague etc…

For the first time, I have someone to talk to without dumbing-down my lingo; and all I want to do is put my car in park and watch the stars. I know I don’t own her–never been my style, anyway. I just want remember what it is like to talk to a female that has more on the brain Mascara and Twitter followers.

What’s her name you ask?

See…there’s this Girl.

God Hates Us All.

First and foremost, This post is in no way condemning anyone’s belief system, if what you believe in works for you and you are completely satisfied with results, then by all means: keep reading and may we will share a coffee one day.

In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth and some-odd millions years later: he is still shitting on us. Now, I’m not an Atheist. The only thing more ridiculous than all-seeing, all-knowing benevolent-being, watching everything that you do; in charge of  all happens, both chronological or the reprecussions of events. Is the thought that when my earth-bound subscription to “love-heartbreak-captivity and death is cancelled. My reincarnated body shall return as a  Weeping willow.

            Objectifying sin.

You. And by you, I mean: people. Operate within the living-quarters of sin, daily–it is the on-going pop-quiz that never seems to end, not to mention, the damn thing came with a very short lesson plan. Yet, that doesn’t stop the divine authority from spreading repent/redemption propaganda through the platinum-encrusted megaphone.(paid for by the men and women who actually give 10% of their earnings to the collection basket) Taking weekend vacations to Panama City and Cape Code; 2-3 times out the year; terrorizing the interstate with “Dora the Explorer” singalongs–echoing from the souped-up  Chevrolet Avalanche.

Vessels of faith and devotion in front of a crowd, heretics and hypnotist in practice. Millennial guidance counselors for the morally bankrupt, of the present day youth. They promise “free will” and “free speech” unfortunately, neither truly exist. We are so in love with the idea of things, we inadvertently romanticize the idea planted in us, to point where, we often forget what “free will” and “free speech” looks like. Not in this country, not in a country that trolls anyone for speaking out against injustice–especially, when the police are involved. Not in a country that wonders why rape-culture is epidemic, right now; this country was founded on the raping, the genocide, and the complete ethnic cleansing of indigenous people. Not in a country that thinks omitting the second amendment will somehow make the shootings stop.

Here we are, at the cornerstone of the century and people still God will swoop down on angel-wings and save us. But, I don’t see why anyone would intervene, at this point. I mean, after all the wars, the chemical/germ warfare, the raping; the relocating; the on-going war on terror and propaganda behind it; the indoctrination for the investment in the religions of: money, politics and industrialism. After all that, all those sins; does God still have your back–has he really taken the wheel while your texting your friend about margarita night–swerving on the freeway. Is he truly with you after second…third…now fourth abortion this year, after your “her-choice” life coach sent his approval. Has God turned a blind eye to all the late nights working you told your wife, of 17 years, was for a better future, but you have secretly been sneaking off to see the guy that bartends at Ruby Tuesday. Blind ignorance and Hypocrisy will the death of us all.

If there is, indeed, a God; he loves to watch. A I don’t mean in a Morgan Freeman kind of way, either.(Bruce Almighty)

          Man Shit

God, at best, is our heavenly man-child of a father, who loves admiration and unsupervised worship; that guy. And his extremely exclusive fan-club.

More than the love of his fans, is the false sense of security he provides. Empty promises and exaggerated truths. “Ask and ye shall receive,” believe, and all your sins will be forgiven. Meanwhile, the actress working at Denny’s is still waiting for her prescription hemroid creme commercial  call-back. If what ye ask for is not in thy design, ye will take what thy giveth and be grateful.

But what God really loves: is pushing for the illusion that we are all stars in our own little “Truman Show.

I can not deny the truth  and the principles behind most religions however, the message usually translates in a members only deal.

Somehow, God is indiscriminate, except with it comes to location.  Hindu, if you are born in India, Buddhist if you are born in China or Japan; Muslim, if you are born in Islam, Christian fundamentalist, if Texas is the center of your universe.

             Checkered Past.

195 countries, and God has almost a whopping 72 aliases; with a nation surrounded by the new-found concern on mental health, this whole time our heavenly father, in fact, suffers from schizophrenia. Everyone loves a redemption story, I guess; but, I think he should get the benefit of the doubt: God is really a spy and Jesus was/is his sleeper agent.

Persona after persona; engraved images after engraved images. It is like God is reinventing himself over and over and over; and over, again. In a way, He symbolizes the early European invaders of this country, trespassing on preconceive beliefs–establishing himself as the religious authority and poof; two-thirds of the history, outside of Christianity, completely buried underneath esoteric folklore, Satanic practices and pagan/druid mythology.

 

                                     To Be Continued……

Struggle bus Monday: Red Dead Redemption 2.

struggle bus

If you know me, you know I love me some Red Dead Redemption. The original Red Dead, like any other game published under Rockstar, will be a shoe for game of the year nominee.

The makers of the Grand Theft Auto series have a long and lustrous history of providing players with countless of entertainment, side-mission and compelling character development. Giving its loyal fan-base enough lubricant to be cleared for landing, Rockstar, by my account, always delivers the A1 steak sauce to the gaming community.

I’m only a few hours in. (the game was released Friday, as of today). I’m blown away.

Stay tuned for the full review.

Can’t wait?…checkout these youtube accounts, These guys have sick walk-throughs’ on their channels.

https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=shirrako

 

 

 

 

https://www.youtube.com/user/fightincowboy713

 

 

 

https://www.youtube.com/user/theRadBrad