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posted by Words.worth @ 3:33 PM 3 comments

Terror Alert Level Black

The kid has been so busy with the career, outside business moves and stressing over my flooded home (Thanks mother nature. I treat you better than most and that is how you repay me) lately that he almost forgot about his blog (Not). Luckily I have friends in the blogging community and personally that have been hitting me up via cell phone, text messaging, emails, myspace and the oldest form of communication. Good ole fashioned conversation. Honestly, I never told any of you but it felt good to know that people actually read my blog and get something out of it. Maybe my writing is not as overrated as I think it is.

Ok I gotta make this one simple and to the point. Recently seven black men were arrested for a terrorist plot to hit the Sears Tower in Chicago. If by chance one has been living in a cave for the two weeks the check this link out for the story: http://msnbc.msn.com/id/13497335/



How many black people are there who can be set up like this (if it was a set-up *smug look on face*)? I mean seriously if I took random trips to poor black inner-city neighborhoods and held conversations about the U.S. government and 9-1-1. I am sure that in these given conversations I can find several people that would make a negative comment about how they would like to see a f*deral building bl*wn up. Does that mean that they will do it? No it does not. It means that they are frustrated with a system that they deem to be inherantly set up to force them to do things that people should not be forced to do.

Batiste told the “al-Qaida representative” that he and his five soldiers wanted to attend al-Qaida training and planned a “full ground war” against the United States in order to “kill all the devils we can.”

This quote was like a satirical slap in the face. As I read it several times the vision of random caucasian people imitating black muslims by eschewing what they deem to be mere conspiracy theories kept replaying in my mind. Am I the only one that finds this language to possibly be stereotypically crafted to excite the emotions of this country's alleged patriots (right-winged white america).

I knew the Islam attribution was coming and no I am not a follower of Islam per se but, I understand the grass roots of the religion. Ok class is in session. One can call this Domestic United States Terror (D.U.S.T) 601. Yes 601 makes it a graduate level course because I respect the intelligence of this blog's readers. This course's first session will examine the history of domestic terror specifically in relation to the United States. History has shown that most domestic terrorists are not followers of Islam. They are generally protestant. Typically followers of Islam in the States have a more docile approach to combating the government. This approach is based off passive aggression and education. Just look at Jim Brown. If one needs some proof then check these organizations and people:

Ku Klux Klan
World Church of the Creator
The Aryan Nation
Leon Czolgosz
Sara Jane Moore
Lynette Fromme
Timothy McViegh (debatable)
Theodore Kaczynski (The Unibomber)

The point of that is to show how this country has formed an unbridled bias against black people and followers of Islam. Often the two are directly correlated in order to create an inherant prejudice. The disappointing thing is we often overlook the individuals who may be the real culprits. The one's wearing the suits and ties and worthy of codenames like "Da Man."

Finally I have a question. Who exactly is disseminating the information that we are recieving? Large media outlets that are primarily Jewish controlled which is regulated by an alleged Anglo- Christian based government (FCC). If I recall correctly both of these entities have also been historically been against brown skinned people. Until we collectively begin to consider these factors we will continue to be a scapegoat.

posted by Words.worth @ 1:54 PM 3 comments

My Relief

Life as an adult is stressful. Especially when one is less than ten years removed from the parent's supervision. This adulthood is trying me. I am doing the best I can but it seems like when one gets one thing right then another is neglected.

Career is going in the right direction but, then I keep having women failures. When things with the mami's were in order, I was broke. Through all of this though I have had two stress reliefs. Well atually there are three but, the writer of this internet manuscript can't be telling all of his business. These two things that have always provided me refuge are the two things that I am doing right now. Writing and music. Right now I need this stress relief so I broke out my record player. No your eyes are not fooling you. I am talking vinyl! It does something to my soul. It inspires me to focus while at the same time relaxing. I feel a goulash of emotions.

My sanity is the needle when it first hits the wax. My heartbeat is the lines on the wax representing the song which also serves as passion. The cracking of the record is all of the intangibles in me that people do not see on the surface. You know things like dedication, freethinking and love of self.

So I am sitting here in the dark and I writing (my first love) and listening to my favorite music. I will even share with you. My favorite 12 albums of all-time (You know I am not a man of convention so top 5, 10 or 20 did not seem right. Besides I am not listening to that many tonight. Hopefully I will get some sleep). Most of these albums introduced a new genre or revolutionized a genre. A couple of them just give me goosebumps so they made the list. I love this and I love my people. Forgive me for this selfish blog but, I needed this one.














12) Erik B. and Rakim- Let The Rhythm Hit'em












11) Rick James- Street Songs













10) Public Enemy- Fear Of A Black Planet













9) Herbie Hancock- Head Hunters













8) ACDC- Back In Black













7) Afrika Bambaattaa & Soulsonic Force- Planet Rock












6) Sade- The Best of Sade













5) Micheal Jackson- Off The Wall













4) Iron Butterfly- In-A-Gadda-Vida













3) Prince and the Revolution- Purple Rain













2) Eric B and Rakim- Paid In Full













1) Thelonius Monk- Alone In San Francisco

posted by Words.worth @ 9:34 PM 4 comments

Vengeful Thinking

Vengeance is a word that has been ringing through my mind for the last two days. Never mind my extreme annoyance with a number of people and their limited views on reality. I am not referring to the type of vengeance that I normally seek. That type is the kind where I allow my knowledge and intuitiveness to plod through the ignorance and eschew the misinformation. This vengeance that I am referring to is one of a physical nature and truthfully I almost feel justified for thinking this way.

I spent the last couple days in Kansas City on a business trip. When I returned home I get a phone call at my office from my mother telling me some information that shook me to the core. She told me that my step-father (A man whose actions have deemed him worthy of the title Daddy) had been car-jacked. She assured me that he was not injured (Thank the creator for that) physically but, mentally he was somewhat taken back. He was taken back that he was car-jacked in his own neighborhood. The place where his children were raised and the place where one should feel safe. Home.

Excluding my many summers in North Philly I was raised in Yellowstone, Houston (an off-shoot of Third Ward). Yeah bullshit occurred there but, show me a neighborhood where there is no adversity and I will show you the paradise of a utopian. So now I am feeling vengeful. What bothers me is the fact that feeling this way does not bother me. When man begins experiencing the numbness of angered emotions that is when revenge occurs. I know this but, I still do not care.

Should I forgive a stranger?

Should I forgive my own people?

Should my own people even be a stranger? Maybe I have been delusional over the last few years. In my delusional mind I have always defended black people. Lately I have been defending black men more than ever. Trying to let people know that it simply is not the way it looks on the surface. No we are not committing all of these crimes. No we have not all lost our way. Yes some of us understand our place in history. Yes we know how to treat our women. Yes we know how to treat our own. That was a crash moment in time. I am not sure if I believe that anymore. Is that wrong? Hell yes. However, at the same time: Is that right? You damn skippy. So if all of these things that were previously wrong are indeed right.

Does that mean my vengeful spirit is as well?

It sure does feel like it.

posted by Words.worth @ 12:24 PM 4 comments

Master of Self

Growing up he was an athlete. It started around the age of ten when he played organized basketball for the first time. It was at a local YMCA. That YMCA was known as South Central located in the heart of Third Ward Hues-ton. It was there he was toughened by the other older kids who had called the neighborhood home long before his parents forced him to migrate there.

When he first began to play he received little to no playing time by the coaches who had already hand-picked the children that they deemed to be the best of the litter. At that time the shy ten year old did not really stand up for himself because of his small stature. He sat by patiently during his first season on the team. In fact the bench had him catching posterior splinters because he spent so much time there. Then finally one day it happened. It was like catching lightning in a bottle or any other metaphor used to describe the breaks in life that one will every so often catch like a ball.

Enthralled in the midst of a blowout the coach decided his team was finished and decided to put the stick-figure of a ten year old in the game. As usual his family was not there to witness his glory. However, they would soon learn of his performance between the lines of the hardwood. Riddled with nerves he finally convinced the other kids to pass him the ball. Once he got it he was so nervous that he rushed up a shot with no conscience. As the ball traveled through the air he thought about all the time he sat on that bench and how if he did not make this one shot he would once again return to sitting on rusty nails pounded into wood. He thought about that neighborhood and how he wanted to be one of those kids that everyone knew. His mind was simply focused on being the best. This one shot could do that. It could make the other kids accept him as one of their own. In contrast this one shot could also push him further away. It could cause him social inaptitude. Cheerleaders were watching henceforth, no affection from girls. Other players were watching, henceforth a label of scrub was immanent if this shot did not make it through the metal circle attached to the fiberglass square with nylon mesh drapes in the form of a net. Suddenly, he was overcome with confidence as the ball dropped through the rim barely scathing the net.

He did it four more times that game. His team still lost by double digits but, he was perfect and the perception of him had forever been altered in the eyes of those that saw his performance. He was no longer the guy that sat on the bench watching the other people play. He was now apart of the game and had to be recognized as that. He took advantage of his one opportunity.

He was the Master of Self

-Peace-

posted by Words.worth @ 12:13 PM 37 comments

Mass Konfusion

It was brought to my attention by a couple of friends that read my blog that they do not want it to turn into a temple of hip-hop culture worship. They asked for my thoughts so I am happy to oblige for the readers. Of course once and while I will drop something pertaining to hip-hop culture in. It has influenced me so much that I am compelled to do so.

Occassionally moi does get confused by certain elements surrounding me. Just thought I would share a few. Maybe you will laugh at some and maybe you will relate. Hopefully you enjoy.

Going to fast-food joints to order salads

The fact that caesar salads are more fattening than a taco

Homosexuals that are racist

Feminist with misogynistic tendencies

People with $60 thousand cars and no home

People that turn the radio volume down to figure out what that smell is

Folks that allow their pet to eat off their plate

Guys that get pedicures twice a month

Why I am 26 years old and can only grow a goatee but no sideburns

Why Micheal Orville from 8^th grade had a full beard in middle school

Why I still have to pull out my I.D. everywhere I go

Why dudes with muscles always have to take their shirt off on myspace (I got a 6 pack too nucca but, I aint exposing it to the world)

How I am the only one that sees how talented Kobe Bryant really is

How rappers that are negative are positive but rappers that are positive are haters

Why my boy Savvi (local Hueston rapper http://www.myspace.com/savvi ), is one of the illest rappers around and can not get a record deal but, Mike Jones can

Why Mike Jones’s gimmick is repeating shit (Nucca that shit was wack the first time you said it)

How all these rappers from Hueston are getting paid but, the dudes here with real skills are still selling records from the trunk of their car

Why book publishing companies are just like record labels

Why everyone that reads my work tells me they love it but can’t do anything with it

Why Equality (Hueston Poet) is one of the nicest poets I have heard but people do not know

Why the people with talent get overshadowed by the people with gimmicks

When people say “never say never” but in that phrase they said never twice (Mos Def)

How fast my hair grows (The locs have grown 6 inches in four months)

The fact that I think about sex 95% of the time

People that invest in companies like Halliburton (George Bush)

The fact that I am always getting pulled over by police

The fact that I am thinking about sex right now as I type

The fact that I do not mind typing this for strangers (Mostly)

How the internet is such a big portion of my life

The fact that the last three females I have dated have told me that they like the way that I think but, I thought that everyone thinks the same

How attractive men have a swagger but unattractive men are just arrogant

How I love black women but, can not find one to love me back

Why I have so many different interests but not enough time to explore them all

How I pledged for 12 weeks with a fractured rib and no one knew because my pride would not allow me to say anything

My pride

How I seemingly turned into a different person without realizing it

How this whole series turned into characteristics of my personal life

How the U.S. seeks peace in the Middle East by going to war

How I sometimes feel like my voice is insignificant

How my friends and fraternity brothers all love me to death and always want to be around me even though I am often distant

How distant I am

How the more I learn about women the more I realize that I really don’t much

How I always have to remain calm under pressure when sometimes I really want to act human

How my friend’s grandmother said she voted for Bush because she did not want to change president’s in the middle of a war :?

Why is I love writing words so much but, can not find the words to write that properly show just how deep this love is

The fact that this list could be a lot longer but, I do not want people to get tired and stop reading

posted by Words.worth @ 10:44 AM 8 comments