Addressing (some of) MY Issues

OK, y'all are gonna need to stay offa here if you take what I write as a personal assault on your identity. Then, you hit me up all mad at me like I'm trying to sneak & talk about you. Fuck I got to be afraid of you for? I mean, seriously...If I'm gonna talk about YOU, then trust that I can and will name names.

So, Rosa, I'm sorry what I wrote upset you. But, I wasn't talking about you in particular.

*back to generalized statements*

I'm not gonna be stifled though. I'm gonna say what I think and what I feel. This is MY blog. If you can't handle it, then don't click the link to come here or don't type the address in the Address Bar. It's pretty simple.

This is why I tend to stay to myself, though. I tell you what's up with me from the giddyup. I'm single. I date, occasionally. I'm not trying to be in a committed relationship, right now. Then, I catch hell later because I'm acting the way I said I would? Is that 'woman logic'?

That don't really fly with me, ladies. All the high-fiving y'all do together and ribald commentary on your superiority to men, but then you tell me in the next sentence that you really have no control over your reactions? "Sometimes, we can't stand ourselves." "Men MAKE women act the way they do."

Riiiight!

Can't have it both ways, though. Either you are the superior beings you claim to be, which means you're in complete control of your actions & emotions and the things you do are intentional; or you're just as screwy as you admit to being when you're being honest/shifting the blame. *shrug* I don't much care. I love women to death. Goodness, y'all are lovely. But, I feel the way I feel about a relationship, right now. Leave me alone, if you can't deal with me.

Call it baggage, if you must. Complain that it isn't fair, if you're so inclined. But, the way I see it, I've had one woman decide that, 'Oops! I made a mistake! I don't want to be with you, any more.' That was her choice, just like what you do is your choice. But, that ripped my fucking family to shreds. My kids have had all kinds of issues stemming from the dissolution of their family structure. I have two sons living with me that are just now getting to a point of normalcy. My impressionable daughter, who I now see occasionally, has had some real issues that have expressed themselves in the time that's occurred since my divorce. THAT's what I have to worry about.

Now, here you come, swearing up & down that you ain't like 'them other bitches'.

If you say so...

You really ain't tryna deal with me and just MY issues...let alone my kids and theirs. I have more to lose than sleep by being in another relationship.

So, you can pop off at me and be all furious, if you want to. That does more to reinforce what I feel than anything. And, as I've been saying: This is more about what's going on with ME, than anything that YOU have done.

Anyway...whatever level we deal on, if I tell you that we're cool, if I tell you that I dig you; then that's what I mean. If you wanna be mad at me and/or not deal with me because I'm not immediately dropping to one knee to ask you to be my bride, then that's your right.

Regardless...deuces!

The Attraction of Attrition

The price of civilization is the proliferation of utter, fucking morons. You think many stupid people survived past puberty in Mongol society? or Incan? Newp. Slice!

But, America? This place is saturated with fools, morons, imbeciles and dumbfucks. Ugh! The gene pool needs chlorination. Reinstate the draft! Shit. See a particularly stupid muthafukkah? EOD training. And, then stand WAYYYYY back.

No, Jenkins!!! The blue wire! The blu-!

*boom*

...

NEXT!

People discount the attitudes on the internet because, well, "it's just the internet." But, that shit's indicative how muthafukkaz feel in the core of their soul. They feel little or no fear of reprisal, so they say the most fucked up shit they can imagine--li'l fraidy muhfuggaz who'd mumble quietly to their friends in the corner of the bar rather than swagger up to the object of their petty hatred with all that braggadocio. *smh* They're viciously stupid, but well-positioned to turn their venom onto YOU, soon.

You already know that I see politics as the machination used by people who cannot FIGHT to maintain order. It is a popularity contest for lemmings. Well, the cliff is coming up and Democrats, Republicans, Tea Partiers and Independents all think they know "The Way".

Bon Voyage, muthafukkaz!

Intelligent, independent thought remains at a premium.

Do you see it coming? The next presidential race will be brutally vicious. All of the issues in American society and politics have come home to roost under this presidency. This President has been called 'the worst President in American history' by one lemming. Another asked, 'What do you think about Obama building a mosque @ Ground Zero?'

Seriously, dude, what the fuck? Somebody told you that President Obama is building a mosque...and you believed them. *smh* You Sterno drinking, cousin groping moron...

While you're drinkin' Moscato, playing Farmville and learning how to Dougie, politics is NOT going on 'as usual'. It has, in fact, taken a turn for the worse. Polarize the (m)asses and you garner a wave of political support. They're stupid, but you can't tell them that they're stupid. Enter the Dragon Lady! She's enough of a MILF to stir the yokel's passions in more than one manner. Using carefully crafted speeches and rhetoric, conservatives have garnered a groundswell of support. The villagers, with their pitchforks and rakes, are going after the monster. The barons stand back and watch.

*smh*

Vicious li'l bitches...

The next Presidential election takes place the year after next. Do you honestly think your minority vote can counteract this well-placed, insidiously crafted attack, not just on the President, but on you? There could be consequences and repercussions if a Klansman calls you a 'nigger'. But, who ya gonna call if he smirks and calls you a "Liberal"? Ghostbusters? Insidiously crafted...

But, this is your game. I've yet to be convinced that masses of people are anything other than stupid. But, you think that 'every vote counts' and all that. This is your wake up call. You gonna figure this shit out? *whisper* Reinstate the draft!

Passing Guard

I didn't even WANT to go train tonight. But, I went anyway. It was frikkin' awesome!!!

I didn't get submitted once. Of course, there's no one really in my weight class. So: L on that. But, I got a double-leg takedown on Jesus! *smirk* Yeah! I got a single leg takedown on my other opponent, as well.

Honestly, I'm just glad they're tired by the time I get there. I'll have to get my gi soon to learn classic jiu jitsu.

But, yeah, Active Takedowns...I did quite nicely. I did get taken down once, though.

Then, we had to practice passing guard. OK, of the two people sparring/fighting, the person whose legs are on the outside is in control. If the guy on the bottom has his legs outside of the guy on the top, he's got the guard. If the guy on the top is sitting on the abdomen or chest with his legs outside of his opponent's, then he is in the mount position. So, I started out trying to pass the guard of my opponent, John. I passed his guard four times in five minutes. Awesome, man! Awesome!

Then, we switched positions and he was in my guard. For five straight minutes, I kept him from passing my guard ONCE. Goodness, I'm proud of that. I didn't know I could do that. I was almost to the point of wheezing, but I damned did it.

THEN, we rolled. Rolling is freestyle sparring in jiu jitsu. I was lightly toasted by then. I gotta get my cardio up, f'reals. I rolled with John first. He got a half guard on me and I could NOT get that leg free. I wanted an armbar. John is strong and compact though. I figured that, if I fully committed to it while in that half guard, he'd make me pay for it, somehow...some way. So, we ended in what I thought was a draw. John told me that I would have won on points. Cool!

Then, I rolled with Julio. I kept him in my guard for four minutes and by then I was exhausted. He passed my guard and got a side mount. But, I didn't let him make me submit. Yay, me!

I wanted to flip him over me onto his back. But, I was too tired to figure it out. I think I have a move figured out, now. Maybe, I'll try it another time.

Angel Dust

Sean Price went to Europe and showed his ENTIRE ass! This shit is fonkeh! OMG!!!

The Race Card

Omar Thornton took his guns to work in Connecticut and went out with bangs & a whimper. Do I believe that he suffered racist attitudes from coworkers? Well, I don't disbelieve it. Do I endorse the way he handled the situation? Naw. Not even close.

But, Yahoo's article gave a virtually anonymous forum for people to vent how they really feel. The sense of entitlement displayed is rather nauseating. Check out your neighbors & friends:

I used to be a pretty easy going person. Grew up with Black and Hispanic friends and we all got along. I was never a racist, events over the past few years have turned me towards the truth. The truth about the majority of black communities. You are the most hateful and racist of all the other communities in America. You lie, steal, cheat, kill off your own people, destroy your neighborhoods , act like fools in public and expect everything to be handed to you for free because you were once oppressed. You talk about Africa as the "Mother Land" with no idea of what it is even like there. We White folk are sick of your crap, sick of your arrogance and sick of the culture you have created to act as if you are the victim in every instance. The sooner we are rid of you all, the better off we will be as a nation.

Pcub

I flat out don't believe a word of it. "A noose with racist graffiti?"

This has become the "lie du jour" for blacks claiming to be the targets of "racism." They've become so used to getting their way, regardless of how absurd their allegations, they just keep recycling the same old nonsense. Kind of like the Jews with their "holocaust."

Tom Di Vecchioni

The unspoken truth about African-Americans is that today's African-Americans are the descendants of yesterday's slaves. Those slaves were bred like animals to be dumb field hands, not critical thinkers or leaders. They are descended from a limited gene pool that has more in common with livestock than mankind.

Black people the world over don't see themselves as related to African-Americans. Because they're not. African-Americans, as we know them, don't even exist in nature.

This is all science fact. Perhaps we stop with this PC nonsense and realize not everyone is created equal, especially when our American history books are filled with this "white elephant in the room" disclosure.

Tell me now, what's racist or incorrect about what I've said?

GMetesky

Blacks will never be taken seriously until they start pulling their own weight in society.

e

Another excuse from and excuse maker...no matter how stressed out you are normal people don't go killing other people ...he is a bigoted black man with an inferiority complex...look around its an epidemic in the African American community

phillysmart

He didn't SNAP, it was his nature. Same as them rioting and tearing up their own neighbor hood for the slightest reason.

 corri

Blacks are like co.ckroaches.....

Multiple like, well... co.ckroaches ....and infest everything they come in contact with.

Theone Two

The blacks dont care about the facts, so don't waste your breath

dave 

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There are people that cannot live comfortably without codifying every nuance of their existence. I am a big proponent of living and letting live. So, if a person has this sort of personality, then fine. Be who you are. BUT, this obsession with defining the motive behind every action of MINE; this drive to 'figure me out', will more than likely just annoy me.

A great many people take 'shortcuts' in thought. That's partially what memory is. Analogously, you don't have to relearn things because you remember that 'B' follows 'A'. As long as that pattern is true, then that 'shortcut' of thought is efficient. Quite a few people rarely take the time to determine whether their familiar pattern of thought is even appropriate to new situations they encounter. Rather than change the way they think to match the new pattern presented, these people continue to try hammering round pegs into square holes. To be fair, we ALL have blind spots. That's one of the conditions of imperfection. But, some folks take their blind spots to the extreme.

I've been told by a few people that, "You seem like you date White girls." *smh* That's a bullshitty, binary-assed equation, as if:

1 = White women & 0 = my fist

News Flash: I do like White women. Here's the key, though: Just because I like one thing does not mean I dislike its alternatives. I also like Brown, Mocha, Caramel and (Haha) Fudge colored women. Yella girls and red girls are cute to me as well, even if they're a li'l narrow across the beam for my tastes. Don't try to pigeonhole me in that spot in your intentionally narrowed perceptions just so that you can feel comfortable dealing with me. Just leave me alone if that's beyond your present capabilities.

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Y'know, at this age, a lot of people are trying to get resettled in some sort of well-defined relationship, if for no other reason than to be able to describe it to their friends. I, personally, am DATING. I married a woman when I was 21 years old with the expectation of being with her for the next few billion years. If you know me, you'll realize that I am not engaging in hyperbole when I say that. That whole marriage thing blew up in my face like a one of Wile E. Coyote's traps. 2008 was the end of that. So, now, why the hell would you think that I'd want to jump into something else only two years later?

To be fair, after nearly 20 years (droll when compared to that whole 'billions' thing, I know), I got acclimated to captivity. I wanted that sense of confinement. Open the cage door on a tiger who's been cooped up for that length of time and watch how he looks back @ the cage door when you drag him out. So, I flailed about seeking the limits to this new situation. But, after two years of not having to worry who I talk to about what, after two years of doing what the fuck I wanna do because I wanna do it; do you really think I'm 'bout to rush back into the captivity of somebody ELSE's expectations?

Mmmmmno.

...and, no. I'm not talking about you. This is introspection and clearing my head. But, if you feel you need to deal with me in a 'certain way' based on what you've read, then I understand.

Hellbound

I just put Jesus in an armbar and submitted him.

You know...Jesus...my Mexican training partner. What'd you think I meant?

It was SWEET, though. I got there and got segregated...like a goat from the sheep. Everyone else was in their traditional 'gi'. On the other hand, there was me. No gi. Me and two other dudes. I feel like a bully, though...like Butch from The Little Rascals. ("Say! When's the last time we beat you up!""*Gulp* Yesterday..." "Then, yer DUE! *WHAM!*") They're not in my weight class. Although, the smaller dude was a lot more experienced in jiu jitsu. After this competition, my instructor's gonna make me pay. I can feel him assessing me from across the mat.

I told you what my technique is. Any four-year-old can do it. 'You wanna do what to me? No.' They grab my arm. I take my arm back. They pull. I make 'em let go and fall down. The difference is: I make it look like (Whooo!) "t-e-c-h-n-i-q-u-e". LoL...you gotta say 'technique' with a French accent, too.

Yeah, I know. My teacher's gonna beat me up. I see it coming. Imma jump up like that fool in Whiteboys after he got stomped like, "Am I in?!?"

Anyway, I just realized that Jesus looked at me when he told me his name expecting me to smirk. I must be growing up. (I offer a pre-"fuck you" for that "'bout time!" that you just thought.) He asked me if I'd ever rolled before. I nodded, then we were off. He immediately put me in his guard. I passed his guard and went to a side mount. He refused to let me choke him like I planned. (I know. Right? The nerve...) Imma get me a gottdammed guillotine on somebody, I swear. My daughter is NOT gonna be the only person in the family to choke out two (count them: 1, 2) dudes with a guillotine choke, dammit! To be fair, the dudes I spar with have heads like frozen turkeys...but, that's besides the point.

What was my point?

Oh, yeah! So, anyway...couldn't get the choke in the side mount. Jesus rolled onto his knees. So, I tried another choke. Jesus tried to flip me. I dispassionately refused to flip. He landed on his back and I was in the full mount. Grabbed his elbow, put him in an armbar. I submitted Jesus. I win.

The Many Times I Feel Lonely

I'm reasonably assured that you don't know nothin' 'bout Esthero? I'm disheartened because you should. Let me know what you think.