It's Story Time Boys and Girls...

Well, it's been a long time since I have actually sat down and written anything of some significance. But, this was something that just came out and I just had to write it. SO I just put on some dark ambient music..*(yes I'm such a nerd)*, fired up Microsofty Wordy and started writing.

If anyone knows me knows that I am a HUGE Lovecraft fan. Well, this is something that kind of out of the Lovecraft universe. But, it not so blatant. Well I edited it and had one of my best friends do some editing and proofreading. Thanks Ms. T for your help. I will be writing more soon, been having a few more ideas to throw out. Maybe have something out of the Cthulhu Mythos to get your minds wandering and sleep with your eyes open. Watch out for the Monster Under Your Bed....

And without further adieu and poo-poo, turn off your lights and read some good stuff.

The Universal Goddess

I have traveled this desert for days, leaving my past behind. My present and my future is this endless sea of sand with death stalking me in all its myriad forms.   Traveling eastward, I have no definite destination; yet I know I must go east.  My clothes are in tatters, the merciless sun punishing me for my ill-preparedness on this journey. The pack I carry has very little in terms of provisions: a canteen with enough water for one swallow, at best two if I am very careful; a flashlight, that has seen better days; and a rolled up scroll made of ancient looking dark paper.

The scroll was given to me by a man wearing a brown robe and white turban. This, what I could only assume was a holy man, thrusts this scroll into my chest as I stepped out onto the street from the local tavern.   Without saying a word, he continued to run as if the devil himself was giving chase.  I wanted to run after him, but something made me stand in place.  I looked down at the eerie scroll.  It seems to call to me, beckoning me to open it.  I try to throw it away into a nearby fire pit where some people are cooking.  I want to be done with it.  Yet, I cannot do it. Curiosity or something else more primal urges or yet, commands me to open it. Compelled, I open it, slowly. I look at the contents of the scroll. The words are in a language that I cannot begin to understand. As my eyes loom over the writing, I can almost “hear” the words being burned into my head. The pain is intense, making me close my eyes.  But, as quickly as the pain came, it subsides. As I opened my eyes, I saw what was written on the scroll...

To the east, travel to the black pyramids before the first night of the full moon. Witness the great birth. Witness her coming and become one with her.

I steal a horse from a man too drunk to remember what happened and head out, towards the impending sunrise.  The first few days, I see nothing but endless sands and the occasional birds flying overhead. My horse died after the third day so I settled on foot, leaving it for the vultures to feast on. But I keep going; tearing strips of my clothes to cover my face and skin that was not burned raw from the sun’s abuse yet.  At night, I sleep when I can, but only for a few hours then I can no longer resist, I have to continue on.

I cannot stop, for the full moon is a few more days.  The words still filling my head over and over to the point of losing my sanity, and yet it feels comforting.

The day before the full moon, I reach a large sand dune. Exhaustion was claiming me. I push on; forcing me to traverses the sand that could easily swallow me to my death any moment.  Every step is a step closer to my goal.  As I reached the top of the dune, I feel a sharp pain threw in my head. I almost stumble back down to one knee, yet I manage to maintain my balance. As fast as the pain came, it then left me. I looked at the sky. The sun is starting its slow descent into the western horizon, bringing an end to the day.  As I watch the sun disappear, I see the shadows of a building.

The pyramid, my goal; it is in sight.

With a sudden burst of energy, I move quickly down the dune.  It does not take long for me to make it past the dunes and see a long road. It looks as if it leads to the pyramid. Needing no further encouragement, I run towards the pyramid. As the sun sets behind the pyramid it casts a long shadow as I get closer to the base.  When I reach the pyramid, I am taken aback in the size of the structure. It is the largest building I have ever seen. How could something this massive be hidden from the eyes of the world? It would take hours to walk around its perimeter. I walk around, looking for some way to enter the pyramid. But, there does not seem to be a way in.  Just then, another pain hits my head. The pain is too much, like sharp needles piercing my brain.  I feel something running down my nose. I place my left hand on it and wipe it off. It’s…blood. I tear off a swatch of fabric from what is left of my shirt to staunch the blood.

I place my hand on the smooth black stones of the pyramid to maintain my balance. Just as my bloody hand touches the stone, a massive crack begins to form. The crack widens enough to allow me to passage into the dark abyss of the pyramid.  As soon as I pass the threshold, the crack closes as quickly as it had formed. 

I find myself in a lit chamber.  The chamber is circular with only one exit. The room itself is empty except for a few overturned shelves and several skeletons. It stank of age and neglect. I reach for my service revolver and grab a torch from the fall wall and make my way to the exit. Outside the chamber, is a long corridor; with a rope bridge midway. I walk towards it and I can hear the echoes of my footsteps. Each step I take, sounding like a thunderous herald of my arrival, with a few rats taking cover from the potential danger. I look down at my watch, the sun has already gone down and the moon will be rising soon. I hurry my pace towards the bridge. As I reach the bridge, I see that it is worn with age. Most of the boards have rotted away and the ropes look like they could break at any moment. I doubt that it could hold my weight. And, if it did, it would not hold it for very long. I look down at the other side and it is nothing but pure blackness. A chasm that looks never ending. If I were to fall, I do not think I would ever reach the bottom in my lifetime. I then look up and what I see is astounding. A clear darken sky with stars and celestial bodies that look like nothing that would be seen from Earth. Orbs of light forming into a spiral then explode into shards that rain towards me, yet disintegrate shortly after.

With careful steps, I place my left foot on the bridge. The wood begins to creak, but it holds some of my weight. I put my gun back into its holster and hold on to the rope of the bridge for support. I place one foot in front of the other, ignoring those pieces of wood that look like they would disintegrate if a feather should fall on it.  Moving forward, and then from nowhere, a gust wind sweeps across the bridge, causing it to sway to and fro. I try not to panic, yet it is taking all my reserve of courage to do so. I hear a crack as I take another step and see that one of the boards is about to give way. I ease my foot off it and attempt to step to the next board. However, there is no next board. Empty blackness is all I see before me. I begin to think if I try to use the ropes and shimmy across would it hold my weight long enough or would it break and I would fall to my doom.

I put my hand on the rope that looks the sturdiest, holding my torch in the other. I start to move across. It seems to hold and I make good progress.  Whether it was good fortune or Providence, I make it to the other side of the bridge and reach solid ground. Sweat pouring from my face and my breathing is becoming more labored. I take a look at my new surroundings. There is a raised dais that looks like it was made of solid marble. Symbols and words that I cannot begin to comprehend were etched into the dais itself. Statues of humans and others otherworldly dominated everywhere. Some of the statues sent a sense of fear and terror through my psyche. I cast my eyes away towards the top of the dais and see a soft, blue glow. I feel so compelled to walk towards it. My body moves of its own accord toward the glow. Step by step I move up the dais to the light. As I approach closer, the intensity of the light becomes apparent.

 I reach the top of the dais and I see statues of robed figures kneeling in a semi-circle. Above the statues is the glowing blue orb. It is no larger than a human head and floating above the statues. I walk slowly towards it but an invisible force stops me from taking another step.

“No!”  A voice from nowhere says to me. And suddenly the statues that were surrounding the orb moved to face me and they all say no in unison.  But, I want to continue to the light. Something inside my mind is urging me to do so. Yet, I hear the words: no…no…no…. being said from the statues.  I reach for my gun and point it at the nearest statue. It stood unmoving, yet kept speaking the same word to me over and over. Instantly, I fired.  The bullet bounced off the marble, causing no damage. I fired again to the same result. Seeing that it was futile, I lowered my weapon and made no resistance to move onward.

Moments passed, I looked at my watch and saw that evening has come in full. I look up to see the celestial bodies moving toward some prearranged destination; along with the moon, bright and full, moving towards the center. I reach into my pack and pull out the scroll that started all of this. When I open the scroll, the statues move back to their original positions and allow me to pass. I walk, tentatively to the center of the circle, just above the glowing orb. The scroll begins to feel warm in my hands, as if it was becoming incarnated by some unknown fire. I do not open the scroll for I am afraid of what may happen.  My hands begin to tremble and I am thinking about turning around and leaving. But, I have come too far now that I cannot go back. I turn around and see that the dais is now… rising.

I am now in total panic. What is going on here? How is this thing floating and where is it going? This and millions of other questions form in my head. I hold onto the scroll like it is my life preserver. And, maybe in some way it is. I still do not open it, and the scroll itself is getting warmer by the second. I dare not drop it even when my hands are starting to blister from the heat of the scroll. I cannot take the pain anymore and I drop the scroll. Or I assumed that I did. As I let it fall, the scroll unrolls itself and floats in midair.  I stare at it in shock, the scroll was blank. Nothing was there except empty space.  Suddenly, words start to form on the scroll, written in red ink. Looking closer at it I realize that it is not ink, but blood. It is my blood being used to write on the scroll. The words are in a language that I could not read, yet my lips begin to speak whatever was on the scroll. Then suddenly, the statues were repeating what I was saying, softly then louder.

The scroll moves towards the center of the dais and I slowly follow behind it. This time, there is no resistance.  I walk to the center of the room and the statues seem to close around me, still chanting the same words that were written on the scroll. Every syllable I utter, I feel as if a part of me is slipping away. Yet, every time I speak those words, the orb before me grows brighter and brighter.

I look up at the night sky; the moon has reached apex and the chanting from the statues ceased at once. I also stopped chanting. The scroll burns to ashes in front of me and I fall to one knee. I look at the orb and it rises into the sky and I see it growing in size. Soon it is almost the size of me.

The orb begins to crack along the middle and   as it does, I can hear the sounds of screams from uncounted voices come from within it. The noise is almost unbearable.  I cover my ears to try to muffle the screams but it is no use. It is now in my mind, screams upon screams. I feel like I will go deaf from the onslaught of sounds. But mercifully, when I feel like I cannot withstand the pain anymore the screams end.

I look up to where the orb is, but there is no orb. In its place there was a…person; a woman. But I cannot say it’s a woman. Something beyond even such mundane description, her eyes were like suns, bright and radiant. Her hair was the spirals of galaxies. She looked as if she was made from the universe, for the universe. I instantly became enraptured with this creature. I was in love. Total unashamed love.

A voice spoke into my mind and I knew it had to be this being before me.

I have been here before your planet was even formed amongst the dust and gas of this universe. I was ancient before the spark that made reality was even conceived. I stood waiting before even The Word was uttered. Even as I come into being, I only stay for the briefest of moments.  But, when I am here, the universe shakes with my presence.  My birth screams have decimated galaxies. My last one was the reasons your dinosaurs were wiped out. My cries destroyed civilizations that your world has never heard of. My name has been spoken throughout the eons, loudly and quietly. I am the destruction to some, salvation to others.

But for you, I am something else. Something more. As you will be to me. Throughout time, I always need someone to share my experiences. For the few moments of my existence, a whole span of ages to your understanding, I need one to be witness. You can be the latest of my companions. As these statues have been. You will be one of them but as a price of that, you will see the universe in all of its glory. For the briefest moments, you will see the secrets of time and reality. You are given a great honor and a great gift.  Join me…

Before I can even respond, she is standing before me.   She embraces me. I try to move, but her strength was astounding.

Be with me. She speaks in my mind.

I cannot resist anymore. I accept my fate and accede.

I feel a strange force entering my body. I see and feel the goddess within me, showing me her life, her existence, her destiny. It is too much. I know the human mind cannot contain all of this knowledge without losing one’s sanity. I see those who came before me trying to learn just a fraction of what she knows and then die from the attempt. I see the beings that existed before time. Their names, unspeakable to the human tongue. I see a sleeping god, under the oceans waiting for the one to awaken him. I see a being whose very name can destroy the universe encased in crystal that is slowly cracking and ready to shatter. In the center of the universe, the eldest of the gods awaits oblivion. More I see, the more I lose my sense of self. I see a book, being carried by a man dressed in…

It is too much for me. I scream but no sound comes out. I see my life flash before me. My life, one of a soldier; killing those that I did not know for a man who did not care. I see my days in primary school. I see my days smoking my first cigarette.  I see myself being born. I see every moment of my life as it is being siphoned away. I see the truth of what I was to be, of what I am to become. I see that the man who gave me the scroll, a man who keeps the great book, the dreaded Necronomicon. I know what is contained in those pages, for she has shared it with me. But, I will not remember it all. I see the past, present and future.

The last image I see is of her, of the goddess, my love. She reaches out, arms extended ready to receive my embrace. I am not afraid, for I know now that this was meant for me. I feel my body becoming formless. I cannot say her name but I will say she is mine. But, I cannot claim her as my own. For none can do such a thing. She will only remain for a few million years and return to where she came, only to be reborn and the cycle starts anew. But, for what moments I have of my life as this mortal shell, it will be worth it. I don’t know what will become of me. I don’t know where the next journey will take, yet I honestly do not care. I have been given a gift that few have ever known, and even fewer can imagine. But, I do have enough of myself left to say these last few words before I am encased in this stone tomb that will serve as my home for eternity.

R’ahet azuhet smate tu. Caze tomapte sueaja. R’ahet shiua coopeq.

She came into being from nothing. But knowing she is destined to become everything. For she is the child of the universe.

She is not a child but a goddess. A universal goddess. And I love her.

SAW

I am the Hate that Hate Made

I am the Hate that Hate Made,
I am the Rage that Rage Gave.
I am the Love that Love Forbade,
I am the Hope that Hope Slayed.
None do not care to know,
where the joys of ourselves go.
Love has died. Buried and gone,
we all are to blame for what went wrong.
We birthed the hate, loved by fear,
slayed our hope, our choice was clear.
The illusion of truth is all we see,
blind by our own hate - our reality.
We are all guilty of the sin,
the circle, the cycle starts, ends and starts again.
We all gave into this fate,
killed the hope and love with hate.
For I am the Hate that Hate Made.
We are the Hate that Hate Made.

This was something that I wrong a long time ago that I never let anyone read until now. Only because was something too dark and negative. Yet, from what I have seen the last few months, it stands of appropriate that it something that must, need to be shared.

I have stayed out of much of the political firestorms this nation has put itself in. Only for the reason that I learned that there are three topics that destroy friendship - families - our society.

1. Religion
2. Politics
3. Relationships

I have seen all this rip out our society and mostly because we have our differences, disagreements and core ideals. Yet, we cannot express them or even have any intelligent discussion on it without emotions being thrown in. Insults thrown, personal attacks hurled because we don't conform to one idea over another. We have devolved to a concept of Absolutes. "My way is the only way. Accept that, we can be friends. Refuse and we become enemies." And nothing is worse of these than Politics.

Politics is I believe the true reason why there is so much hate in the world. And in this country, we have volume of history of hate, written in blood, bound in book of pain, hurt, fear and ignorance.

Yet, the last decade, I don't think I ever seen such venom bleed out in our hearts. We are all guilty of this venomous hate. Even me! But, I have tried to avoid it because I know that no matter what can be said, people will never accept any opposite view. We believe the words of the 4th Estate as truth. Yet, we cannot do our own thinking, our own research and let others do it for us.

But in politics, we find the truest expressions of hate...and hypocrisy.

I know this will rub many people the wrong way, but if you can't look into the mirror and see the simple truth, then I can't help you.

When President Obama was in office, I have seen many people, many of my friends included throw so much hate and so much vileness about him that I have lost respect for many people, some I known for years. I usually just ignored it but there been a few times, that I could not hold my tongue and had to speak a few things. Some caused much more mess than solved but I was more disappointed than anything. Mostly because I have seen the true colors and their truest selves. You would think it was the end of the world for so many. Some say you must respect the office and the man in it. Yet many didn't, wouldn't couldn't and dared anyone to say anything. What's worse, is some of the pictures I have seen some of these people post. Yet, they claim it as freedom of speech and defend it as their 1st amendment right. Yes, you have that right, yet, you are not free from the consequence, Sadly I had one person post something like this:

   

Now I know that there been effigies done for Presidents for years, but not with this much fervor. And when confronted, they get defensive claiming it's their right to say this..don't like it...tough...unfriend me if you don't like it.

Not let us fast forward to now...We leave Mr. Obama who had been so polarizing and replace it with Mr. Trump. Who is just as polarizing. Now you have many people who one end of the spectrum revisit the same hated, the same vile, and the same effigies. And now, what do you see...the ones who only years ago do the same thing. claim that you need to and MUST respect the office and the man in it. Yet, where were those same people who did the same thing? Oh yeah...being blind in their own hypocrisy

Hello Pot...meet my friend Kettle...

What's worse is that you have so many who saw what Kathy Griffin do and ready to storm the gates and have her tarred and feathered., Now I don't condone what she did. It was huge lapse in judgement and a blatant display of utter stupidity. Yet. it's interesting that this...

so different from this...

If you can accept one and condemn the other. Regardless of where you stand...you are a hypocrite.  I don't like that it has become so insane. I just feel it's pretty bad. But, what is worse...you hate to see people at such ends because of philosophies. And what's worse is some people say oooh what Kathy did was soooooo traumatic to the Don's Children..did she ever think of that...and yet, when some say what you think of what Obama's children would feel to see some image of their father being lynched. What makes one so different without the other? I challenge anyone to reply and tell me where one is better/worse than the other....

I'll wait.....

I see that we as a society have become the hate that hate has been spawned. Sadly, I feel that it's only going to get worse. I just wish that we could just sit down and have one come to Jesus meeting, iron out every difference and attempt to become a better place for all. Yet that is a dream if impossibility. But we are the hate that hate made...

We are all guilty of its conception...it is the mirror image of our own deep emotions and the image of our secret hearts. Help us all...

SAW

Finding Illumination in a Mind of Dark Ignorance.

"To wear a cloak of ignorance to protect themselves from the truth is like a seed planted in barren soil. Neither will grow in inhospitable places." - ME

"Doubt is the open gate through which slips the most fatal of enemies."

I would like to change the word doubt to Ignorance. The that one line would be very appropriate to what this entry is about. The last few days, I just been in a deep quagmire of thoughts about how some people 
can think so small and try to condemn an opinion with ignorance and call the speaker ignorant. 

Let me bring a bit of light to the situation and see if I was wrong for stating one simple opinion which can be easily verified.

I was reading a thread about a hot bed topic of racism and one individual stated as a white woman of color she can't see how know what racism is or what can be classified as racist. I have replied that of course you can because I have seen that whites can be targeted for racism just as easily as any other group. Some call it reverse-racism. Which is a stupid label. Racism is racism bottom line. I get straight blasted with a response saying that Whites have never been a subject of systematic oppression. I actually agreed and say no they have not offhand. Look for the word of today, kids....AGREED! I stated that one particular group of whites been oppressed, targeted of racism and just said with all respect just look it up. I never attacked anyone just responded in a respectful manner. I get straight attacked saying that one period does not compare to the centuries of oppression and that my ignorance is showing. Now, this is the funny part. I do agree it don't but I never said it was a comparison only an inclusion of whites to the whole mess. And some had to chime in saying that oh everyone always will throw in 1 example of a discrimination and say that is the whole accumulation. Got one there, that's it, thanks for playing. You can't mix apples with oranges. But, yet, that's exactly what it is. How can you justify that one was bad no matter how long the period of time that it occurred to the other. Both were bad; both were dark times in history and sadly it just want to be ignored like it didn't happen. (White Guilt maybe??)

The whole problem is that everyone in one way or another have been a victim of some racism. If you have not, then you are truly a blessed person. Or incredibly naive. Many have been through it more so than others. Yet, we strive to get past such idiocies. But, to sit there and say that one race can't clearly speak of racism because they never been through is the epitome of ignorance. 

To sum up the whole situation, I just left the whole conversation alone and I have thought to myself, was I wrong for stating that I, a person of color had to try to help bring to some simple illumination to one who isn't their own history; just to get attacked because they wish to ignore their own history. Oh wait we don't want to acknowledge their points of racism because blacks had hundreds of years to drawn upon instead of a few decades. See the foolishness here? Both are bad. This isn't a pissing contest of who had it bad worse? That was never my intent, or my purpose. Only to attempt to bring into context every race is targeted. Now am I going to say that whites never had a whole system of laws to keep themselves with progressing forward to be better citizens and a better society? Absolutely not. And what's worse of this compared affirmative action to Jim Crow. 

I'm going to let that one sink in for a moment....just take a few seconds 

Are you freaking kidding me?? How in the hell are those even remotely similar? That are as different as night and day. Now the only fair argument is that it does posses the similar quality of discrimination. That's it. But to even say they are in a in the complete realm is crazy.Jim Crow just gave an excuse for one society to alienate another society. Separate yet equal...(which is wasn't) Trust me, I have family that experienced it. Hell, I grew up in Mississippi and I can attest to this first hand, there places that STILL do this even today. Affirmative action only gives most people job opportunities that at many times, not based on their qualifications, but by gender, race etc. And mostly a employment quota system. Yes, it can be discriminatory no doubt, even systematic but not anywhere are oppressive. Whoever said that, please read a book on business ethics and get some remedial history classes. 

In closing, I just have to sit down and really think to myself, have we progressed anywhere with trying to become an enlightened society? With the tensions that have been brewing the last few months, I am sad to think that we will never be able to rise up from such base concepts. If people can just overlook such trivialities and think of the most positive attitudes, there will be no limit where our society will go or what achievements can be obtained. Call it wishful thinking from my part. I honestly don't know. 

"An ignorant mind is an imprisoned mind. Blessed are they whose mind is open and free. For the world of wisdom shall be there to have."

Merry Christmas...ehhhh not feeling festive.

Just for some reason, I wish I can say why, I just have not been in any type of holiday spirit. I just have been here thinking, I wish this time of year can be over and get back to normal. Then again, just as Christmas ends, it switches towards the evilest of holidays - Valentine's Day. UUUUUGH!

But, I don't know why I just been caught in the holiday blues. I figured helping others, or just forcing myself to be a bit cheerful would get me out of this rut. However, it just made it a bit worse. I mostly keep allot of this to myself and wear a fake smile for others. It's a good thing I do hiding my true feelings. I don't need to ruin others happy times because of my crappy one. But I will just keep up with the happy face. Seeing so many others having such happy joy in their hearts. Doing whatever they do to celebrate good mirth, love, family, food, whatever makes one tick and been jolly. Me on the other hand, I just to a point, I honestly do not care.

Call it the holiday blues, season depression. I don't know. It can be anything thing. But, truth is that my heart is just not in it. To be honest, it hasn't been this way for a long time. Yet, we do what we must endure for the sake of others. Why let your pain affect others right?

And on the magical soapbox I stand...

 and this will probably cause me to lose a few of my minions and followers. Yet, I just have to say this, if you don't know that I am a person who just speaks my mind and reaction be damned, then, I must really say you must be new here.

Well I will preface my rant by saying that I am no in way, shape or form going to be politically correct. Yet, those who know me would be saying....is this something new. You never been correct about much. And well, maybe there some truth in it. SO! If you are looking for something socially sensitive and that noise, you may as well just click that box X on the right side and move along. You will not like it and it will make you madder than sin.

Now that I got the disclaimer out of the way. Here we go...

I for one, the Villain of the Webway, am about fed up with all this talk and nonsense about the damned Confederate flag and I really wish that people would just shut the hell up about it. I will say it for the following reasons.

1. The flag has no bearing of how I am living right now, nor does it affect me in any way. Because, unlike so many emotionally charged people let their feelings speak before their brains can even catch up, like to just spew out the true bovine fecal matter of what it inclines and blah blah blah....


Let me bring a little sunshine to this stormy place. There many African Americans who can agree that really you going to bring this up when there plenty of other things that is a bit more important than a piece of cloth with a tattered history to it? Sorry, let's get some priorities here. What happened in Charleston was a pure tragedy and an act of domestic TERRORISOM in every sense of the word. This guy wanted to trigger a race war and guess what....he is already winning by so many of the political warhounds, ignorant racebaiters, and social crusaders who now feel it's all due cause to remove the flag from the state buildings in South Carolina, and  then some in my own home state of Mississippi. Reason being it is because it's a symbol of slavery and hate.

Here is a bit of irony here....I have seen many images of the KKK and their ilk waving the American flag just as much as they wave the Confederate flag. So are we going to say that Old Glory is a symbol of slavery and hatred too? I know many say it's just a part of Southern pride and heritage and not hate. That twisted individuals took something and created something diabolical and a horrid. The some who just feel that since South lost the American Civil War that the flag should been a symbol of treason and discarded outright. If that was the case, then why wasn't it done during the Reconstruction years? Wait, maybe because no one cared.

Some just look at the flag as a symbol of slavery. Well I hate to break it to many people but can you show me any ship that had the rebel flag on the mast as it brought slavers from Africa here? Go here I'll wait......didn't think so.

And speaking of slavery, people let's just make one thing absolutely clear and I will say this is simple as possible. Not all slave owners were white. Some of the first slave owners were black so let's not just put everyone white into one basket. And let's be even more clear about it. There were many white slaves are well as blacks. But do you hear any of them yelling through the rafters about it?

 And those who think that the war between the states was purely about slavery...please go read. I have debated this with my teachers in high school and did my own research....before Wikipedia mind you. The war was NOT about slavery. It was about state rights. Slavery was only one of the most miniscule by-products of that. However, the North won, their recollection of events was the official record. Just goes to show the adage:

History is written by the victors, the truth is told by the survivors.

I have stooped down and debated this with many people of social media and yeah of course, I get called everything under the sun: to a sell-out to a Uncle Tom and one of those House Negros. Well hell as hot as it been around here, I don't mind being in an air conditioned house now. I usually laugh at them. Because their ignorance is their shield, their stupidity their salvation. And one had the pure gal to say I was probably one of those who never dealt with harsh realities of racism and have the Carlton Banks Syndrome. First off all...I grew up in Mississippi where many believe the Civil War has not ended. I have seen firsthand the reality of racism. I have seen Klansmen marching and spewing their rhetoric. I been called more derogatory names here and there. But you know what, I brush it off because I don't let what others say define who I am. The biggest weapon against folks like that is self-worth. I know who I am, what I am, where I came from and where I'm going. I brush it off because if that is the best you can say, then I already won the battle.

Shake them haters off....

I am thinking seriously that everything is going to be offensive to someone. Someone said we are becoming a sissified society and in a way....I am starting to agree with them. I mean if we are being offended by this and that; where will we draw the line? What is the limit? I mean we going to end up being just a social void where you can't say, act, or feel without pissing someone off.

I can care less bout a rebel flag, I think there more pressing issues our society need to be contending with. Yet, we are worried about this nonsense. We are already sitting on a powder keg and there a fuse that is lit and ready to explode and that one guys vision of social anarchy will come to pass. I just feel that one person's symbol is another's simple object. It's your own personal interruption that matters. I for one just see it's some cloth that has no meaning for me. I already just ignored many people who have nothing better to do than become social crusaders who I really wish would just shut the hell up. But the block button is such a godsend.

I could continue this rant, but I will stop because it's becoming more annoying the more I type. But, I will just say this...people wake up. Let's worry about more serious matters than a piece of fabric flying above buildings or on clothing.

And the rest who just keep asking my thoughts on it...here is my answer...let it sink in...

Now...where is my tea?

SAW

Happy Saturday...

I for one cannot wish or even any gumption to say Happy Valentine's Day for two simple reasons. One is that I have a deep, resounding, and complete hatred of this day. For me, it's a personal hatred for some many experiences in my life have occurred on this day; that it gives one a very bad taste in your mouth. It also gives you a since of wisdom and need to avoid it at all cost. I won't really go into much of the things that went down. However, I will summarize that many of the aches, disappointments, and bullshit that went down in another lifetime ago, is the building blocks that have formed the cynical villain the world has come to know and loathe ever since.I have written Congress asking if there could be a bill go before the floor to have this holiday removed from all Calendars. Yet, I think the bastards on Capitol Hill been getting kickbacks from candy companies and maybe a few jewelers to boot. It's okay I guess. I will just boycott it in my own way. I been seeing all kinds of announcements, pictures and whatnot of folks who feel they need to go all out in outdoing their peers or on-up others to express their professed love to them. And pray they meet the standards that one has set or end up being replaced. Trust me, I know it from experience and just today, someone arguing with their significant other because it wasn't as expensive or as wonderful as it was last year. The whole thing ended with her saying keep your cheap gift, cheap thoughts and go away. The pure ungratefulness of this is mind-numbing. Then again, I been there done that and got the t-shirt.

Which brings me to the second reason why I despise this day...the whole commercialism of it all.I mean between every candy company, florist, and jeweler, billions of dollars are being made off these saps to ensure they don't get dump, replaced or divorced by the 15th. I keep saying that this is the one day out of the year where love DOES have a price tag. Don't believe me, look at the reactions of your partner with something cheap over something that you took a 2nd mortgage on your home for. You can believe that phrase, "It's the thought that counts." And I will bet you a response will be,"well you should have thought of getting something better or classy."

And don't think for one single, second that there is a contest being held with friends and peers into who gets the better gift - or the most original i.e. Most Expensive. If you don't believe me, then I got some beach front property in Denver dirt cheap for you and I'll throw in a swamp for free. There is a Keep up with the Valentine Jones for bragging rights. Of course many will not admit it, however it's ok.

I did step away from most social media today just won't have a whole slew of Valentine Crap being posted.

Killing nature and making folks fat...tisk tisk tisk....

And if I ever see that fat little bastard with wings and bow...well let's just say...

Well I will make it look like self defense.

And here is a history lesson for you all....

Damn Bastard.....

And the only good thing about this day is....

So in closing I can't wait for normality to resume tomorrow and this day of demonic torture comes to an end. And I wonder how many break-ups will happen? One has already went down. I will place good odds there be maybe five or six. And those saps who have to go with their dates to see that Celluloid Abortion called 50 Shades of Grey, I do hope you get some afterwards. But I do have an idea there going to be many babies being spawned out around Thanksgiving. And you can be part of the 50 Shades of Diapers, followed with 50 Shades of Buttwipes...so.....

Do Not Feed The Internet Trolls...

But, sometime a swift kick in the ass is always acceptable.

I know that the old say of "Never lower yourself to the standards of stupidity, for they will beat you with experience." While that maybe true...sometime a Street Fighter Dragon Uppercut will work perfectly. All of this started this morning; me being the obnoxious ass that people know and love, posting a few things, and this idiot who don't even need to be named, however for the sake of this entry, let's call him Trollton. Well Trollton decides to respond to me, calling me ignant and rude - not knowing what I'm talking about. OOH MY people!!! Was worse he post some picture from The Help. Well, I was going to be nice about it but I did reply, I know exactly what is going on, and I just don't give a damn. And here we go, here is the funny shit of the moment.

@cynicalvillain An outright racist is always better than one that's closeted. Just keep that shit over there.

BUHAHAHAHA!!! Hold on...

Yeah, my people. I get called a racist. Now mind you Trollton is some dummmmmmmb ass, self-righteous, wanna be black militant, who don't have the slightest inkling of who I am. But,I do go on to respond to please spare me the self-righteous, holier than thou shit. Simply because the is enough of that reek going around. Even Captain Picard looks disgusted at this...see....

And here is the oooh so smart response that Trollton has....wait for it my friends....
@cynicalvillain When white people do the same then you can talk to me a being self righteous. Bigot.

Oh now...I get called a bigot. Apparently, I don't know this idiot is smoking. But, I need to get a few bags of what he puffing. I mean seriously, a black man calling a black man a bigot.

That's almost like a crackhead calling a crackhead a junkie. I mean what the hell....and here be my response.
@TROLLTON if they have to be that way. I ignore it because it's words. Only I can let it effect me. Now go annoy someone else. Move on

My people, this is where,I will illuminate the masses. Words can be positive or negative. But, words are only powerful if you allow it to affect you. Words only can affect you, if you LET them. If you don't let them have a hold on you, shrug it off. I do believe this nutter is somewhere on the East coast and probably never experienced anything racial. He probably some private school graduate, now think the the second coming of Malcolm X. Someone give him a BLT, or a big pot of chitlins.

That's when the troll, now know that I will no back down from folks like him, gets all upset and butthurt saying, I'm annoying him now. HA! This is the punta kinte who came at me. So I offer him some tissue for his butt hurt. And just ignored him.

My people, you got to love the trolls that want their 15 minutes of fame. Sadly many are dragging it on. But, I just had to say, don't feed the trolls but if you must, feed them bowls of annoyance to piss them off. And if they get all butthurt...well

Folks like him, I wonder why his momma didn't swallow him, now the world has to suffer. Or Why wasn't he left in a dumpster on prom night...

Well Trollton if you ever wanna to stick your troll nose in my business again, know that I will not be so nice next time. I'm a villain for a reason. Now...I'm done with this shit...I want some pie....