We have people begging in the streets for scraps of genetically modified food while politicians who helped put them there in the first place argue about an unlivable, unacceptable “minimum” wage. Conservative&Liberal scumbuckets preach diversity and inclusion yet we witness the “Breaking News” of an interracial High-School prom in the sticks of The “New South.” Whether it be Newtown, Chicago, or Kimlyn Circle in Akron, Ohio, we continue too witness unnecessary gun-related violence escalate beyond the limits of reasonable tolerance.
What do many in our society want to focus on? Who’s zoomin who in the boom-boom room.? How big will Kim’s ass continue to get before her and Kanye bring a baby into this world?-only too be raised in a most certainly, single, soon too be parentless household-Can you say Nanny? Massa Media is not only the medium-It is massaging our society, as a whole, into a catatonic state from which we may never awaken. Never liked being massaged much, because I’m far too ticklish.~Daryl
Bitch Ass Wiggas need too take a step back
Adapt to the
Fact that you aint Black
Can’t erase the tracks
Of Brown…accidentally showing…pants barely hanging above the ground.
Colored draws couldn’t hide your flaws…from a moment of pause
Skidmarks of racial resistance inflame your existence despite your insistence
Being down with “Jigga” still don’t make you “My Nigga”
Nothing more than a Bitch Ass Wigga! ~Daryl
I woke up this morning due to Stanley once again elevating my entire body above the limited height of a most plush mattress. As I approach my 50th year on this planet, Thank God Stanley is still able to stand and steam. Stanley from 25 years ago, felt the need to literally iron his way through as many female folds as possible. Driven by hormones, he felt the compulsive desire to “straighten them out.” Today, Stanley still stands, but his position points high, in a most positive, one-way direction. Respect, Love, and Loyalty, have remained and reigned in Stanley’s veins for over 20 years. Instead of being prone to point in multiple directions, Stanley, at almost 50, still stands proudly, firmly pointed, and planted, in the most important and uplifting reality of life=LOVE!!!!!!!!! ~Daryl
Some of my first memories of growing up on Noah Ave. permanently occupy a space in my mind…no less relevant than many of my adult experiences, nearly fifty-years later. I remember being carried down my parents driveway, and being transferred from the protective arms of a Ohio National Guardsman, into the familiar grasp of my hard-working father, Paul Robinson. He was called home from busting his ass at ONE of his two or three jobs, working the graveyard shift at B.F. Goodrich, due to a riot that had its nexus on streets and avenues named Raymond,Wooster and Edgewood. It was serious because my mother, Minnie Mae Robinson, was the type of woman who could more than hold her own. The widespread violence that held The Rubber City hostage for nearly one week began on July, 17, 1968.
Although I was two-months shy of turning five, the vision and smell of tear gas filling the air and my innocent lungs simultaneously, are still as palpable as a memory from yesterday morning. The Wooster Avenue Riots represented the pent-up angst of not only the Black community of Akron, Ohio, but the entire nation. The assassinations of Martin Luther King Jr.- and Bobby Kennedy in 1968 represented the tipping point of tolerance that had already been encroached upon with the senseless outright executions of JFK(1960), as well as Malcolm X(1965).
Daddy came home from work that night, because neighbors and law enforcement believed that someone had tossed a bomb behind our garage and the neighbor behind us. I remember the fear in my normally fearless mothers eyes, when the Akron Police Department showed up, along with men covered in military camouflage. It was real, it was bad, and most of all, I still remember.~Daryl (Edit help by Ms.Veronica Johnson)
Q. and A. – Chris Rock Is Itching for Dirty Work – NYTimes.com.
Nice interview with the always entertaining and acerbic Chris Rock. -Daryl-
Think of Tomorrow (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The world ends tomorrow-Where will you be?
Blended with other colors in a pile of gray ash= formerly known as humanity.
Would today’s differences still matter to you&me?
Chattooga River (Photo credit: mbsurf)
Because they’re building a dam across the Cahulawassee River. They’re gonna flood a whole valley, Bobby, that’s why. Dammit, they’re drownin’ the river…Just about the last wild, untamed, unpolluted, unfucked up river in the South. Don’t you understand what I’m saying?…They’re gonna stop the river up. There ain’t gonna be no more river. There’s just gonna be a big, dead lake…You just push a little more power into Atlanta, a little more air-conditioners for your smug little suburb, and you know what’s gonna happen? We’re gonna rape this whole god-damned landscape. We’re gonna rape it.” — Lewis (Burt Reynolds)
Such a great movie on so many levels. City Privilege vs. Living by the law of the Land. Higher Learning vs. Hard Living. Being Hunted vs. Becoming the Hunter. The brilliance of the dark light of this movie “shines” four decades later.
It has been almost six months since I last wrote about turning 48 and how I felt at that time. On a personal level, I have nothing to complain about. Health, family and work are all going pretty good. I did have the misfortune of losing a friend of nearly thirty years right before the holiday’s.His death was definitely a shock to the system and a reminder of the fragility of my own existence on this planet. He had become somewhat jaded with politics and racism,because from the very beginning of President Obama’s tenure, he was adamant that his election would do nothing to advance race relations in this country. I used to tell him he was way off base, but now I’m not so sure he was wrong-Or was he?
Rick Santorum, Newt Gingrich and many others go out of their way to prove Harold’s assertion on a daily basis. These “others” are fellow politicians, numb nut, limp dick, law enforcement officials as well as the traditional hate mongers. All of their hatred and actions have been more than bantered about on this blog as well as other media outlets. Without going back over this well known nonsense, I simply want to make this promise.
I am 48 years-old and refuse to sit quietly while any injustice…Especially the ever reproducing cancer known as racism…continues to create chaos.I WILL NOT sit back and watch not too distant descendants of immigrants continue to talk about taking back a country that many of their own ancestors stole from the indigenous people of this great land. I WILL NOT allow my manhood to be disrespected by some self-righteous, son-of-a bitch who feels threatened by my progress or potential. I WILL NOT let ANYONE poison the potential of my beautiful daughter because they have a problem with the way she looks, thinks or acts. Most importantly,I refuse to give up on MLK’S dream of reaching the mountaintop of equality for ALL. I’ll go through, and around the bullshit until I take my last breath. I will continue to use my mind to blow out the bottom of the motherfucking mountain…if it will help get to the top and eventually get over it. Unlike my deceased friend, I’m damn near 50 years old and I refuse to give up. As a matter of fact=I’M JUST GETTING STARTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!