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Ha! Not Surprising….That’s all That is Ever Done These Days!

Kendall and Kylie would have the world believe that they are these great innovators of fashion, makeup and vision, when in fact they lack originality or creativity.  The only thing they have going for themselves is money.  Seems as long as you have money you can do anything from LIE, STEAL and MISAPPROPRIATE. This generation does a great deal of it.

To put an image over Tupac Shakur, The Doors, Biggie and everyone else without getting permission from the estates is aggregious, but these girls are and so is their mode of thinking: assuming someone wants a Doors t-shirt with their images superimposed on them (sheesh!). The nerve!  Not only that, it’s just tacky.

Do you think anyone learns from this? No….this just shows that it’s okay to do these things as long as it makes one a great deal of money….

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The Hourly Wage Needed to Rent a Two-Bedroom Home Today

bi-graphicswages for 2 bedroom

Oh my gosh this is so crazy!  Colorado has never been this expensive to live….Looks like I’m moving back to…..Kansas!

For most of this cost of living increase, I am going to blame a percentage of it on “Gentrification.”  I live in Colorado, so the cost of living has gone SKY HIGH.  Rent used to be fairly cheap, buying a house was affordable, and there wasn’t so much homeless activity going on here.

Now that “weed” became the attraction, Colorado’s appeal instantly skyrocketed, and the up and coming generation began to snatch all the homes in the lower income neighborhoods and flip them.

The end result of this is housing that is not affordable and Downtown Denver is now riddled with an ever increasing abundance of homeless people.

Talk about INFLATION….this takes the cake!

 

I Just Want to Break Bread…I Don’t Need a History Lesson…

Every Thanksgiving  I am always reminded by those online about the travesties of Thanksgiving and how we as a people should unsubscribe to the “holiday” and what the country represents.  My friend feed is bombarded by the hundreds that feel that “Thanksgiving” is a farce and any African American or Native Americans that subscribes to the holiday are traitors and should be treated as outcasts.

Seriously I just want to break bread, I don’t need a history lesson.  Besides, I already know how this country was formulated;  I know how many lives were lost building this country, I know about the slaves that were captured and brought here.  I know how much was taken for granted. I know all the lies that continue to circulate to keep man enslaved even now.  Knowledge is power, however,  just how much power can a man exude if he doesn’t even understand what has been shown to him?

It’s great  to open a book and read about the history of the nation.  However, it’s still hate if one still continues to try to keep the nation divided by forming separate groups of people, each determined to prove they are greater than the next group; then only letting them out long enough to capture a few rays of sunlight and feeding them just enough.  Nothing nutritious enough or salient enough to build a strong healthy foundation.  Just enough rhetoric to keep them still, so that they think they are satiated, when in fact they are really starving.  Starving for knowledge, starving for truth,  and starving for love.  That’s how cult leaders are able to control their “flock.”  They starve them mentally, then turn around and feed them a twisted sick fantasy….over and over and over.  After awhile the lies are the gospel truth and the flock grows larger.  (I’m not trying to dispel in any way shape or form how America was formed.  I’m not renouncing the bloodshed, the trails of tears, the raping and pillaging.  I’m just saying enough already.)

Let’s just stop for one moment and think about the concept of Thanksgiving.  Basing this loosely on the 3rd to 5th grade lessons for Thanksgiving, the Wampanoag Indians and the first harvest:

The Indians in the classic Thanksgiving story are the Wampanoags, a tribe that has lived for thousands of years in what is today coastal Massachusetts and Rhode Island. The Wampanoags experienced difficult times during the beginning of the 1600s when they were attacked by a warring tribe to the north; they were also devastated by a series of epidemics that killed many of their people – all but one of the Patuxet Wompanoag tribe. Then, in 1620, a ship carrying European settlers landed off the coast of Massachusetts. The people, who would eventually be called Pilgrims, started a settlement at an abandoned Patuxet Wampanoag village. Some native people helped them through their first difficult year (nearly half of the Pilgrims starved to death) teaching them how to grow and gather native food. The two groups signed a treaty of friendship that probably meant very different things to each of them. Because the Wampanoags, like most Native Americans, had no concept of owning land, it was most likely just a sign of goodwill. In European culture, however, a treaty meant the land now belonged to them. The Wampanoags also probably found no harm in signing such a pact with a group of people who seemed so harmless and inept; after all, the white settlers were struggling just to stay alive. When the Pilgrims harvested their first crop, about a year after their arrival, they shared some food with Wampanoags who happened to be visiting. This was the first Thanksgiving.  (I borrowed this from:  http://www.teachervision.fen.com/native-americans/lesson-plan/3358.html)
Now… if 3rd to 5th grade teachers are censoring how much they teach about the bloodshed that actually took place during the First Thanksgiving to these children, don’t you think we too can put down the bloodshed, the tears and the hatred and share a meal?

I think the main context of Thanksgiving is sharing.  Share a meal with someone.  Share a bit of your time helping others, especially those in need.  Share your heart.  Give love and spread joy.  Shouldn’t that be more important than sharing stories of bloodshed and carnage?

I’m tired of all the hatred and I am tired of specific hate groups sitting in their private cul-de-sac in the world…smoking weed…completely impervious to the world and its issues…(separatism does not bring the world together….)

I have no problem saying Happy Thanksgiving to others because I am thankful for everything.  I don’t just relegate it to that one day on the calendar.  I am thankful for every day that I have on this earth. Each day spans a new chapter,  and each new chapter creates a new experience.

I am thankful for it all.

(“…..life has so much to show you…you must be ready for the new….” – Earth Wind & FireThe Changing Times, from the Album, “Raise!“)

There’s Nothing Like Reading Old Classics

I totally have a newfound respect for Iceberg Slim. Although I had his books from when I was a teen, I could not appreciate what it was he was truly trying to teach the young brothers and sisters of the day.
I decided to reread them over the weekend (yes so far I have read a couple) and I am absolutely astounded. 

One that really stands out in my mind is “Mama Black Widow: A Tragic, Bitter Family Portrait.” A powerful novella about a black family moving from the South to the “promised land” of the North. I won’t give away too much of the storyline, but I will say this: I felt for Otis and truly wanted him to see a better light than what was shone. (By the way I discovered they are making a movie for Mama Black Widow so I would definitely be interested to see how it turns out) 

You feel for the characters that Iceberg brings to light. 

Second book, ” The Naked Soul of Iceberg Slim,” is a collection of thoughts from Iceberg. He really laid it down about the “pimp” game and how society may have glamorized “pimpdom” it really wasn’t something that was to be idolized. 

Iceberg Slim was an incredible writer of his time… 

Next book, “Pimp” and I can’t wait! 

(Disclaimer: For those of you who do not know about Robert Beck, better known by his ghetto name, Iceberg Slim, he was a pimp, dope addict, brutalizer of women – and other Blacks. He cured himself of the ghetto, and started writing about his people and his life. These books were honest, sensitive portraits of ghetto life and people.)
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