Bukowski (If God Takes Life, He's An Indian Giver)

So, Black people. I love me some Black folk, I swear. We are amazing at anything we put our minds to. Currently, I am enrolled in an African American history class, and it upsets me to realize just how little I really know.

That's not the point I'm trying to make though. What I really want to talk about is Black people and Christianity/God/Jesus. I was not raised in any religion and I thank god and my mother for that. Now, when I say "god" please empty your thoughts of old-man-white-beard-in-the-clouds-with-a-staff god that many of us like to envision. Nor do I think god is a woman. No way... see, I think god is the energy of life. No sex, no face, no "created in His image." Why would god be a man? Men, quite frankly, kinda.. well... SUCK (no offense, babe... love is love, love!)!!! And from what I've read, this man-god is kind of a douchebag. "Who would wanna be... who would wanna be... such an asshole?" Thank you, Modest Mouse.

Anyway, now as I was saying. I was watching Louis C.K. last night, and it happened to be an episode about god. Hilarious. There was a doctor at Louis' Catholic school there to explain the actual physical trauma that was imposed upon Jesus Christ at the cross. He proceeded to talk about the whip that was used to beat Jesus' back until it opened, and so on and so forth. But immediately, I thought, "a different slave went through that every single day at the hands of a white plantation owner." We have endured so much trauma, pain and abuse... yet it was all in vain? We continue to walk the path of Jesus (or whatever kind of expressions the Christians use) because he suffered and "died for our sins" when our very own family members have done the SAME THING. The suffered for us, yet here we are, collectively, being ignorant, blind morons. What is promised when you die? Really? Who knows? Who's been to heaven or hell? I haven't, and I don't know anyone who has. All of this is really to say...



I think Christianity is some bull, and Black People need to devote as much effort into real life, tangible, every day situations as they do for Jesus. He died for your sins, all well and good. But so did your family that was shipped here like cargo from Africa... respect them, and walk on their beaten path to real freedom.

LoveYa, Mike.

My Beloved Michael Jackson... Genius and Tourtured Soul (and Body x_x) may generations to come continue to love and appreciate Your Music, Your Talent, and Your GroundBreaking Dancing Abilities. May haters look beyond Your (very public) Personal Life and show respect to Your Role in Defining the nation. May Your True Fans not allow Your Musical Legacy to be overshadowed by bullshit. Respect the Music&Talent...

haters fail to look at MJ's entire situation... Viciously driving this... Other Worldly Genius insane :(Crazy People know that they (haters) Drove Mike insane. Imagine A Man who's been Performing for Most Of His Life... Working Constantly...Being Sheltered...industry pressure; with a Genius as Grand as His Was/Is: He Was Bound To Go CRAZY!!!! )

So Mike went Crazy, and so did the media...making the shit worse. And yada yada yada (We All know the stories from the past twenty years), until He's basically a joke (to haters) but He still has that Talent and Genius Rushing Through His Brain... And can't help it!! He continues to Make Music...
We continue to Recognize the Genius and then...
x_x.

So may Your Soul Wander through Galaxies with added Ease knowing that Your Life on Earth made an Undeniable Impact on the WORLD!!

xoxo,

An Appreciative Fan,
ZAG.
aka
The Girl Who Looves Michael Jackson (my supervisor...lol)

(And for my readers...sorry about the absence of my Rainbow Color Scheme but I'm blogging off of my BB.. I'll edit later today. xoxo, peace!)

(PS- Sorry it took so long to edit!! Thanks readers, I appreciate you!)

BmoreProud.

I haven't posted anything in a good minute, and if you're really reading me.. I apologize for that. I can't read everything I follow (I still can't get with this whole Internet Thing... I know, I'm only 26, but I'm kind of like.. what the fuck for?!!) so maybe when you see a new post by me floating in your "people I'm following" realm then you'll be more inclined to read it.

So I went to Baltimore Pride on Saturday, and it was explosive! Dykes, lesbos, queers, fags, homos, queens, doms, fems, tops, bottoms.... I mean, any name you call out was there! LOL I had a blast, I don't know, it just seems that I'm more at home with my queer folk. Somehow, they don't seem as judgemental as straight arrows. I can be myself and not have to worry about what's wrong with the world, because according to many, they're what's wrong with the world. And when who you are is looked upon as dirty, or wrong.. you tend to be as wacked out as I am so to speak. That's a compliment. I wear my crazy well. Anywho, there was good food, good music, friends, rainbows, tu-tus and a whole heap of drinkin', and the boys thought my boobs were fabulous (which is a hell of a compliment because these bitches invented fierce, I love it!!). Who could ask for a better Saturday:

LubePride.


FoodPride.


DudePride.



BoobPride.


Then Sunday, Farjer's Day... I gave my honey a well thought out gift, and he loved it.. YAAY! Thanks for being an awesome Dad babe. I love Yoou!! We went to The Afrikan Village study group where I met and connected with the awesome Sister Ujima, had some wonderful discussions and good food AGAIN.. really? Two days in a row is too much, does that really happen? Anyhown, Sunday was great and I enjoyed my family and we had a blast learning new shit and appreciating being Black in general. Go figure I don't have any pictures of that.

Until next time muthafuckas!! xoxo

NiggaPleez.

Bootlips
Sheboon
Africoon
Buck
Monkey
Niglet
Spook
Shitskin
"Coonfestation"
"Coontact"
Jigaboo Gangsta

These are just a few of the names Black People are called, by non-Blacks "behind our backs." I found a website that describes the awful en-COON-ters they (non-Blacks) have had with unsuspecktn bug-ahhd shitskins. Yet... We aren't supposed to say Nigga/er. Because its a step back. Okay, nigga. I mean shitskin. I mean africoon. In the words of the late great Tupac...I'd rather be a NIGGA. But that's just me..
Oh, and if you didn't know...they also use "ghetto", "gangstA" and "urban" in place of nigger. Does it really make sense to focus on the use of one little ole word when there are countless others out there which are just as bad, if not worse? Shitskin? Really? Does it make sense to spend money funding a funeral and burial for "nigga/er"... When our children are suffering in low-income housing, fucked up schools, and living within a million other problems? When muhfuckas can still get away with the watered down version of nigger.. "The N-Word." I guess that makes calling me a poopskin to my face as opposed to a shitskin okay.
Nigga...get your mind right and think of a better, more productive way to spend your time and energy...rather than tell me that calling my brothaman/sistaguhl nigga is a step back. Boooooo!

Black History Month.

"Don't believe everything you think - You've been programmed." - Erykah Badu
 
 
They make it easy for us to forget that your
grandmother's great-grandmother was definitely...
without a shadow of a doubt a:
SLAVE. PROPERTY.
Beaten and abused, misused they want our history to remain a mystery to us
Get your minds lost in a sea of electronics and other bullshit
distract yourself with Dr. Martin Luther King's "dream"
forget about the fact that they BEAT YOUR GREAT GREAT GREAT GRANDFATHER
Big Black Buck...was beaten
until his back split wide open..oozing..poured salt in the wounds.
made your great, great, great family eat slop from a trough.
like dirty. stinking. pigs.
One pair of shoes a year, my dear.
Your family was on lay-away. Separated from each other.
Sales. Violence. Rape. Torture.
Lost, no voices, no culture, no life.
Property.
Yes the Civil Rights Movement was all that..
but marching to nowhere in particular
didn't do much but get you a good seat on the bus.
Be upfront with yourself, fuck a upfront seat on the bus
When the Oscar Grants and Sean Bells cease to exist
When there is no more Jena 6
When American Citizens are referred to as Citizens and not.. refugees
in their own country
When Our Kids aren't arrested for sitting on stationary dirtbikes
When Niggas don't get strip searched (without reason) in broad daylight
Is when I'll relax and appreciate that bus seat.


Peace (?)