How Blacks can bring value to themselves (Based off the Ferguson, Missouri Shooting)

 So let me get this straight.  A white police officer kills a unarmed black male and everybody becomes the judge, jury, and executioner.  The truth of the matter is this, only that police officer knows why he killed that man.  We can speculate and try to calculate what percentage of him was racist but we will truly never know.


Here we go (Be mindful i'm not referring to a race as a whole...just a percentage of them)

We will protest and destroy our own community because we know without a shadow of a doubt that the cop killed this man because he's a racist.  Yet our black males will kill another black male on the next block because your shirt is blue and his is red.  We kill each other over dumb shit like shoes, being what we believe is disrespected, and jealously.  Trust me,  white cops killing black males don't even scratch the surface in comparison to what we do to ourselves.  But somehow someway, thats way more acceptable than if a white man does it.  Let the black dude across the way get shot over a drug turf war and what do we say, "Man its cold out here in these streets mane...Nigga should been up on his game mane...he got caught slippin and thats how the game go".  How about he shouldn't have been selling drugs to begin with.  Let a White man or cop kill a black male and this is what that sounds like, "There is a real epidemic of white males killing young black men.  Our black male is being hunted by white men because of the color of his skin....No Justice...No Peace".  Give me a fucking break, we as african americans have indirectly told society that it is practically normal and acceptable to kill our own but nobody else can kill us.  Another thing that amazes me is that we will riot and burn down our own community.  We burn down the Kroeger's that three generations of your family have used to feed us but won't go down to the middle and upper class neighborhood and burn down the Wegman's or high end grocery store.  Majority of the people rioting out there have not the slightest idea of what the laws are and how the judicial system works.  But guess what, it sounds really good to just keep saying, " We want justice and peace".  You know who knew the laws, judicial system and legitimately  wanted justice and peace....People like Dr. Martin Luther King jr, Medgar Evers, Frederick Douglass, Nelson Mandela, Rosa Parks, Thurgood Marshall, and Ralph Abernathy.  Some of these people not only spent their whole entire lives trying to help and uplift african americans...but lost their lives in the process.  The shit we protest for don't even hold a flame to what they protested for.  They protested for a race...we protest because one black male was killed by a white police officer.  Please do understand this isn't about the specific black male that was killed in Missouri ...its about the black male being killed by white men in general.  I heard someone on the news say the local police department in Ferguson was five percent black but the population of city as a whole was 67% black.  The reporter couldn't seem to figure that out....Well let me tell you why that is.  Majority of the blacks in Ferguson just don't wanna be police officers.  Shit...majority of blacks and low income people as a whole are taught that being a police officer is the worst thing ever.  Maybe the blacks that become police officers in Ferguson take their credentials to other departments that offer better pay and benefits.  Did it ever occur to ask what the percentage of their police force are women?  I bet money its less than blacks.  I ask every black parent...who's raising your children?  You know how many times I've heard kids say, "I aint have no father or love at home but the streets and gangs showed me love".  That my friend is a fail in the black community.  We tell our black children that the only way to be successful is to rap, play football or basketball and last but not least sell drugs.  Our black kids don't find role models in doctors, lawyers, policeman, and business owners.  We let movies, television shows, rap artist, and everyone but the parent tell us what we should aspire to be.  We live in a society where its more acceptable to be a dope dealer than it is to be a social worker or community activist.  We'll upload a video of us fighting ourselves but not of us building each other up.  I heard a song the other day on the radio called, "Young nigga move that dope".  I say again..."YOUNG NIGGA MOVE THAT DOPE".  You think this song is about moving books and being productive in society.......well its not.  Do understand that I truly believe that music as a whole is just a form of artistry like movies are.  The truth of the matter is there is absolutely nothing wrong with movies or music that glorify criminal activity.  The fact that your child looks at it as something to emulate and aspire to be is the real problem.  Trust me, I listen to a variety of music but I'm not listening to it to tell me how I should live my life.  You wanna have a good idea of how to live a good life pick up the bible or an autobiography about Colin Powell or Condeleeza Rice.  Oh no wait..their not really black..they are very well educated and mostly surrounded by whites...nah that shits boring..  However the book about Karrine Stephens aka SuperHead sucking and fucking her way to the top is a far better read.  How about we tell our little black children the importance of education, helping others not just our own race, being productive in society, and getting to know the other people and places in this world.  How about our black parents should start being role models to their kids and not letting it be movies and music.  How about we teach our children that they don't have to follow someone else's path...that they can make their own path and feel free to be who they are.  How about we teach our little girls that whats between their legs is special and not to be used to feel wanted and loved.  How about we teach our little boys that when they become fathers to raise they motherfucking kids and take care of their family.  How about our black women need to stop putting down the black man.  The black man needs to stop treating the black woman as if she is anything but a child of God.  How about you turn on the discovery or history channel for our kids instead of have them twearking on the dining room floor.  Don't teach your kids the right way to talk to police officers, teach them how to talk and interact with every one   Lets teach them that love has no color and they should be with who treats them right.  And last but not least...how about we hug and tell our beautiful black children that they are loved.  As human beings in general,  never turn down the opportunity to help someone better themselves regardless of race.  If you own a business don't hire based off of race...higher the best qualified person for the job.  Yea, I'll hook a brother up...but before that..I'll hook up who deserves and worked the hardest regardless of race.  Black people....blaming race for everything that goes wrong is starting to get old and is very counterproductive.  Not every white person hates black people and is holding us down.  In the same breath when you talk racism, why do we always think white against black.  Us blacks are racist towards whites and even towards other blacks.  Shit man...Hispanics are the new civil right era blacks.  The difference is they stick together.  Not us..we look at a well educated black person like they a white person.  But Hispanics..... Instead of giving money to Nike,  they send that shit back across the border to make sure they family eating right and have a better life.  They protest and make shit happen...we protest and fuck our own shit up.  How can we expect other races to value us when we don't value ourselves.  When we treat ourselves with respect so will other races.  To date....the african american has held ever major job title in the United States....way more the the white or black women.  What you as a parent instill is your child at birth and a young age is crucial to how they perceive and WILL BE perceived by the world.  At the end of the day I'm doing my part.. not by going back to the community and helping, which I do, but more importantly raising my own kids, teaching them values, to love one another, be productive in society, and giving them all the love and knowledge their little brains can absorb. Although my kids are mixed with black and white, society will view them as of color which is black. I don't give a shit what you say or what you think...for their own good they will be taught to surpass color and that your character is more important.  They will have the tools to live as what ever race they decide to claim if any.    One thing about me.. I call a spade a spade.  My blogs are pure, honest and although the truth hurts some...it empowers others.  There will always be racism in this country, at least while I'm alive.  There will always be whites that side with their race and there will always be blacks who side with their own race....just because of that...race.  Races will always support their own regardless of what happens.  Its just how life is but at least its not like that for the majority of this country.  That in itself is progress.  I know blacks that support the President just because of his race...but I also know whites that hate him because of it.  He said it himself in an interview and nobody gave two shits that he said it.  Why, because its the truth. Its that elephant in the room:)  Every day I wake up and look in the mirror and know exactly who I am.... A young african american...  more important than that......................................I'm an American.  People of all races and genders have fought here and in other countries just for us to be called that.

That is all

The Truth About Men

 

The Truth About Men

 

 

I’ve decided to write this blog to give women a good idea of how men function and how we live our lives.  Be mindful that not all men operate this way…..but majority do.  With that being said let get down to it.

 

 

Communication

Men are simple communicators.  We tend to not give a woman a lot of extra shit when we are trying to communicate.  We don’t use a  lot of words, just enough to get our point across and communicate our thoughts.   Men also tend to do a great job of reading which direction the conversation is going in.  If we have an idea that the conversation is going nowhere, we tend to try to say things to fizzle the conversation out so that we don’t waste our time.  However, If we feel the conversation is based off facts and not emotions we tend to listen and talk a lot more.  For the most part, when a woman talks to us we only listen to about the first five seconds of what they have say.  After that we only listen for buzz phrases like,

“I need money for____”

“I’m gonna move your stuff”
“I wont be here_____”
“This relationship is _____”
“_____ Died today”
“____Got hurt today”
“The kids need____”

And any sentence that has anything to do with sex.

 

 

Problem Solving

We problem solve in a manner of, “ Path of least resistance”.  Men see a problem, figure out a solution, and execute.  That whole process can happen within five seconds and is usually done with minimal time and effort.  Sometimes it can be longer depending on the problem but even still, we just wanna get the shit solved and over with.  In a group of men,  whoever has the best idea for solving the problem will be used.  It’s like and unspoken rule of thumb.


Food

Things like steaks, ribs, and  all things beef are a mans favorite.  You also gotta throw a starch and vegetable with just about every meal.  Seafood is great and if we could afford to eat it all day we would.  Also, most men enjoy cooking but just don’t know how.  But one thing we do know how to do is grill out and have a barbecue. 


Peace and Quiet

To a man, peace and quiet are an absolute necessity to our very existence.  To be honest we prefer that more than anything besides sex.  It gives us time to relax and recharge.  Take you and the kids and go find some shit to get into.  All we need is about two hours a week of just alone time and not be bothered by anything.  When we are in the house we don’t like a lot of noise.....period.  Also, the quickest way to piss a man off is to interrupt or deny him of this. 


My Space

Every man needs his own space.  That may come in the form of a, “Man Cave” or it could just simply be on the edge of the couch with his laptop and a glass of rum.  If a man wants you in his space he will invite you, other than that stay the fuck out unless its important.  Don’t force yourself into a mans space.  In fact don’t force anything on a man at all.  We are territorial by nature and will react accordingly.  I would like to force sex upon my wife but that would be rape.  She has to be a willing participant and allow me inside her.  Same thing with a mans space.

 

 

Privacy

Every person on the face of this earth are entitled to privacy.  Just because we are together that doesn’t mean we give it up.  It has nothing to do with hiding information or the typical bullshit women think.  It has everything to do with a man is territorial and likes his space.  Privacy is included with that space.  I don’t know whats in your purse because its yours and most importantly we don’t give a shit.  We expect you to return the courtesy.


Friends

My friends are my friends. You don’t have to like them because they ain't yours.  We look at friendships completely different than women do.  When is the last time you heard a man say, “ I don’t hang out with Dave anymore because he think he’s better that everyone”.  Our Friends are based off of loyalty, reliability, and humor. We have conversations like , "Would you fuck a chick with no legs and bad breath or a chick with no arms laying in bed of old lettuce from Wegmans".  We could spend all day having conversations like this. It may seem stupid to you...but that’s why they are MY friends.

 

 

Protect Our Family

Although we sit in front of the TV in some sort of a trance like state.  We all live by the, "Wish a Motherfucker Would" code of conduct.  What that basically means is that we are ALWAYS prepared to protect our family by any means necessary.  A man doesn’t expect you to do it, he doesn’t even want you to help.  He just wants you to stay out of the way and let him do his job.


Sex

The bottom line is we expect you to be a fucking whore.  There really isn't a nice way of saying it and if you don’t believe me......ask him.  And if you don’t know this already, that means he don’t have the balls to tell you which is even worst.  Any nasty filthy thing you can think of, your man has thought of in some way, shape or form. About 80 percent of how he views you, is based on sex in your relationship.  Also, we don’t like to be turned down for sex at all.  If your on your period or sick we can understand that.  We don’t expect you to do EVERY single thing we bring to the table.  However we do expect you to do 2 out of 3 things and at least consider the 3rd.

 

 

My Stuff

If I have a gun in the drawer....Its not your fucking job to move it.  There is a reason why it was placed in that drawer in a strategic fashion.  Don’t through away or move anything a man owns unless you ASK HIM.  We don’t like to spend hours trying to find some shit that YOU felt needed to be moved or thrown away.  It's bad enough we gotta help you find your own shit that YOU moved.


I don’t wanna talk about it/ Let's talk about it later

If a man says, "I don’t wanna talk it" why in the hell would you try to force him to do otherwise.  The more  you force (Rape) him to do something its just a matter of time before he erupts and then you end up crying and looking simple when all you had to do was give him some space and time to process a few things.  If you don’t remember anything about this blog remember this.......DON'T EVER FORCE YOUR MAN TO DO SOMETHING HE DON’T WANNA DO.

 

 

"I Love You"

Hate to be the bearer of bad news but, We already know you love us.  If anything changes with that, you will be the first person to know. You don’t have to tell us that shit every single day. The more you say it the less it means to us. We love to hear it, but not every day.

 

 

Let a man be a man

Men don’t wanna hear how independent you are and how you don’t need us for shit.  If that’s the case die alone and by yourself.  We love that fact that you’re a strong woman but allow us to do our manly duties and chores.  Don’t take our husband and father duties from us.  When you do that, it takes away our purpose of being in a relationship.

 

 

Last but not Least

Like you and or Love you

When we first met you we liked you.  Once we got to know you that like turned to love.  The trick to success is not only loving you......but liking you as well.  Love keeps you together....but liking each other keeps us happy:)

 

 

Stay Thirsty

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A one on one conversation with darkness (PTSD)

First and foremost allow me to formally introduce myself.  My name is Darkness (PTSD) and I’ve been living with you for some time now.  I gave you the anger and pain you needed to survive and make it out of there alive.  Now I’m here to collect and brother I'll take any form of payment.  Here is a list of types of payments I will take, your happiness, your family, piece of mind, job, and any other things that make you happy.  However, what I really really want……is your life...…but we will work that out some other time.  You see,  I want to take everything and everyone from you.  I don’t want you to be happy, I just want it to be me and you together.  I want us to be alone just so  I can press the play button and replay every bad thing you saw or ever did in War.  Shit man,  I’m greedy…..I will even throw in some other horrible shit that happen to you before and after war.  Don’t get better and seek help because nothing is wrong with you.  Everybody around you are the ones that are fucked up.  Well wait a minute….I lied.  I will allow and encourage someone else to be a part of our team.  And brother you can pick which ever addiction you like to be the third person.  Because remember…….nobody else likes you but me.  You aint shit, your worthless, and don’t deserve any happiness AT ALL!  People close to you smile in your face and tell you nothing but bullshit.  They don’t really like you and never did.  Even the people in your own home hate your very exsistance.  And don’t get me started on that mask you wear.  Fuck you and the piece of shit mask you wear.  What are you a pussy…..You afraid to show people the real you?  You scared to tell people the truth?  The truth about what you did and how you put lives at risk?  Remember brother I know the truth.....…not all of them were justifiable…......but its your lie brother you can tell it however you want to.  Everything you have….you don’t deserve it.  Everything you get….will never be enough.  I will never allow you to be happy or others around you.  And your medication……you don’t need it.  Warriors don’t need a crutch and never will.  You seeking help and trying to better yourself means your weak.  Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?  War has aged you brother.  The child has grown…...the dream has gone…...…you have become comfortably numb.  Lets just cash out while we can and be by ourselves.  I’ve got so many things planned for us and it starts with guilt, anger, and depression.  No matter how much help you get from the doctors it will never be like it was brother.  No matter how reseelient you are…….It will never be like it was.  Just give up and let me take charge.  I promise it will be easy for you.  Remember...you almost gave me the jackpot on that bottom bunk that night..And you should have.  So with that being said, what do you say brother?

Do me a favor.....Go in the kitchen....find the biggest knife in there....bring it back......and let's cut out the bullshit!

I don’t know if you know me as well as you think you do.  I'm kinda like a big deal around this Maafucka.  First off, I will never ever let you ruin and destroy my life.  I've worked too hard to get where I am for your "poor me" depressed ass to take it away from me.  All that dark shit is for the birds...I'm like a King in my own mind brother.  I will continue to better and surround myself with nothing but Love, Laughter, and Life.  No person will ever come between that...ever.  I will never hurt you the way you hurt me because we're the same person.  And your right..things will never be the same..but they WILL continue to get better.  I'm stronger and more resilient now than I've ever been my whole entire life.  Everything that happen to me it what ultimately made me who I am today...And I love myself.  You can bring up all the horrors from my past but guess what....they will NEVER consume me or my future.  You will poke your head out on occasion...but I'm in charge around this maafucka. Everything you described to try to bring me done is what makes up that spring in my step...I'm above it.  We will continue to co-exist and get to know each other...but it's on my terms and  my rules.  You will trip me up on occasion and if I can't make it back to my feet, the people I have surrounded myself with will help me.  I got more close air support, QRF, and Support by Fires than you could ever imagine. I'm the one holding YOU hostage and I make the decisions.  I know I haven’t made all the right decisions....but guess what....At least I fucking made a decision. I will continue to take medication and see doctors....Because I owe to not only myself but my family, brothers, and to my Army.  No matter what you throw at me,  I will hit that shit like Bruce Lee playing ping pong with nun chucks.....Like a Boss.  So the answer to your question is not no....but fuck no.  Take your darkness ass back to wherever you came from and don’t call me...I'll call you.

Un-Masked ( Now you know)

Its been about 3 days without medication and I'm feeling some type of way.  Tonight I will take my mask off and lay it beside me insuring that its in arms reach.  See,  everyday I wake up I have to put on a mask.  The purpose of this mask is to hide the horrors of what war has done to me.  The weight of the mask in the beginning of the day is easy, but as the day goes on the weight starts to take its course.  To be honest,  life without the mask would be miserable for me and everyone around me.  Although I'm happy with my life and what I have become,  Its still doesn't change what has happened to me.  You see,  I've never really processed the war and all things that happened during my deployment.  Although the Army encourages me to do so, it will have a negative affect on my career and reputation if I did.  The medication helps me out a great deal but as I said before, It doesn't change what happened.  And as much as I would love to write about the horrors of my deployment, I could never do so.  There were 30 other men in my platoon, and I would need all of their blessings to tell OUR STORY and the timing isn't right for that yet.  So....I will tell my story.  I live my life under paranoia and avoiding anything that could possible cause my mask to come off any where that wouldn't be safe.  Everywhere I go,  I'm constantly coming up with contingency plans just in case something happens.  That in itself is very draining mentally which turns into being exhausted overall.  I'm afraid of the dark not because of the boogieman, but because the enemy tends to lurk in darkness.  My emotions are fucked...I'm either on the verge of crying over something that happened during war, or emotionally detaching myself from whatever has the potential to make me vulnerable.  And I'm not even gonna get on the shit that goes through my head...I'd be in a mental institution if I did.  Sometimes I wish I was a little kid again and could sit on my my mothers lap and her tell me everything was gonna be ok.  The closet I've gotten to talking about my life is getting it tattooed on my skin.  Every single tattoo of mine has a story that I might be able to tell you without tearing up.  The only pure things in my life are my kids, Pink Floyd, and the 7 hours of sleep I get every night.  Despite what I've been through during war almost 9 years ago,  The show must go on back here in my life.  Instead of waking up every morning putting on my gear and going outside the wire.....I wake up everyday, put on my mask, and go outside my door to face the world.  Walk outside without either of those whether in war or stateside and your or other peoples chances of dying are extremely high.  Also if you haven't noticed I walk with a spring in my step, slight arrogance and a sprinkle of cockiness because that's the Infantryman in me.  However, in the same breath people who know me truly understand that I have a heart full of gratitude, loyalty, and compassion and give more to people than receive.  Yea I blow my money on cars, motorcycles, tattoos and other dumb shit but I deserve it.  I promised myself that If I came made it back alive from my deployment....I would live every single day to the fullest.  Most importantly... I would live for my brothers who are no longer here.  Some of them lost their lives in war....and some took their own lives back here because of the pain from life and war.   And these Soldiers aren't people I knew of in passing or heard about..   These are brother that I personally knew, broke bread with, and drank with.  No matter how dark my world can get.....I still have life and THAT I will never take for granted.  I'm not waiting to retire to live my life and have fun....I started the day I left the Battlefield.  And I know everyday won't be great and perfect,  but I will never ever forget how bad we had it or how bad it could be.

LIVE LOVE AND LAUGH A LITTLE


Too my brothers gone but never forgotten

Corrigan
Thibodeaux
Raymond
Gibson
Daggett
Castellano
Rodriguez

The Mighty 1st Platoon Vipers

The Iraqi Fly That Loved Me (One man's determination)

In 2004 The Mighty Golden Dragons began our tour in Iraq.  Some places we went to were pretty decent and other not so much.  So midway through the deployment we got the word that we would be  sent from Kirkuk down to a place called An Najaf.  We traveled around Iraq a lot during 13 months, so this was just another load up kick the enemies ass and come back to Kirkuk and chill mission.  If my memory serves me correctly, the enemy was fucking shit up down there and there was news footage of insurgents dancing on top of blown up humvee's.  That was a good enough reason for us to go.  So the Chinook Helicopters land at Kirkuk after midnight and we load up all our shit and head to Najaf.  I fell asleep during the ride as most of us did do to sleep deprivation which was very common.  I woke up to the echo's of "1 minute" which meant the Helicopter would be landing in about 1 minute and when it does get the fuck because its leaving regardless.  So the helicopters lands and we all run out the back and hit the prone position and wait for the birds (helicopter) to take off.  Once they started to take off and blow all the sand in Iraq in my face, we all stood up and looked around to see where we were.  I remember adjusting my NVG's (Night Vision Goggles) and looking around and not seeing anything but miles of desert  in one direction.  Another Soldiers who was there a day before seemed to had appeared out of thin air and said, "What company?" ….."Bravo" one of us said.  "Follow me this way,  this place is real shit hole" the Soldier replied.  As we walked for a few minutes and ended up on the other side of a dirt mound, I saw Soldiers laying down on whatever they could find to get sleep.  So we broke out our green cots to try to get some sleep and we did.  The next morning, I was awaken by Soldiers talking and other noises sounding like things being built.  The noise was too loud for me to go back to sleep so I decided to get up and see where I was and what was going on.  I opened my eyes to see hundreds of Soldiers from my battalion everywhere set up in what looked like a damn gypsy camp.  There were miles and miles of flat desert land with minimal fixed structures.  Soldiers had made what ever they could to keep the sun and sand off of them and had decided to wear whatever uniform they thought would make them comfortable.  I decided to walk around to see what the word on the street was and it was the typical story. Higher up is working out the plan and we should be fucking shit up real soon.  I also happen to notice no matter what color God had made you, the desert decided to make you and everything around you sandstorm tan:).  As we waited around for the next bit of guidance Soldiers did whatever they could to make time go by.  Some Soldiers played spades and dominoes, while others just smoked cigars and talked of memories past.  I remember asking if they had showers or shiters (bathrooms).  The makeshift base had no showers and one porta john.  So where does one take a piss or shit?  Here is your answer,  The engineers had came and dug 10x10 foot holes in the ground and that's where you went to take a piss or shit. Just imagine squatting over a 4 foot deep hole with pale asses hanging out everywhere.  Anyway, we tried our hardest to put up the tents and while we were…..  a fucking sandstorm came which made it even more difficult.  But we are Infantryman, we got those damn tents up and packed our dirty asses inside to set up our sleeping arrangements.   Someone came up with the idea to see who the fastest man in the battalion was and we should conduct sprint competitions in the fucking desert sand to see who it was.  So word got around quickly to meet on the side of one of the tents to determine who is was.  If you ever wanted to know who all the Black Guys in the battalion were and how many we had.. we were all at the tent to race and pretty much the only ones competing for this fastest man in the battalion competition:) We had a few white and Spanish dudes competing but you know how that goes:)  We were so bad ass about the race that we did it barefoot and raced each other all day long.  I don't remember who was actually crowned the best but it might have been me:)  Other guys were so bored that we decided to let SGT Jackson stun us with this stun gun he had.  What type of men wait in line to see if they can withstand being stabbed with a stun gun…Infantryman do:)

 So after all the great festivities we created to keep us occupied, I realized that I had not masturbated since we were in Najaf.  I use to keep this portable dvd player everywhere I went.  So if you saw a Soldier walking around with a huge device in his cargo pocket, you knew what he did or what he was getting ready to go do.  My only problem was, I didn't want to jerk off on my bunk for a few reasons. First reason, there is always someone up doing something to distract you.  Second,  if they caught me jerking off they would clown me for the rest of my life.  Not that I gave a shit, but my brothers had a way of getting under you skin for their own amusement. My brother Doc Ham and Fisk had the big FLA truck (a tactical ambulance).  I had a great relationship with them…but not good enough for them to let me jerk off in the FLA.  Shit one of the medics had just hit a prisoner in the head with a stone for trying to wipe his ass with a rock he found in the sand so I knew what the medics would do to me if they caught me.  I remember someone telling me that we had one porta john and the guy came around 1100 to clean it once a day.  As I laid down on my bunk, I had established that I would be jerking off the next morning in that porta john…..lives depended on it.  I woke up the next morning, packed my primary porn dvd and an alternate.  Hey sometimes the dvd skipped and you don't wanna be stuck trying to jerk off in the desert at noon time with a dvd that won't play. Its not like you can walk outta of the porta john and tell the guy that's waiting in line next," Hey man..I was in there rubbing one off and the dvd starting skipping…I'm gonna run back to my tent and get another one..can you wait like 15 minutes." "I sure will brother..take your time..I will hold my shit for you,"…….said no man ever!  So I walked up to the porta john to see about 30 people in line waiting to either shit, jerk off, or just have a moment of peace.  I was tempted to say, "fuck it" and turn around.  But I had come to far to accomplish the mission and I needed this session bad.  The good news is that the porta john dude had came early and cleaned it so it would be  clean and nice on the inside.  It was the longest wait in a line I had ever experienced.  Fuck, I felt my stomach starting to bubble just a tad from the packet of coffee grinds I had eating earlier to wake me up.  It was almost noon and the muthafucking sun was out there real crispy like.  I was starting to sweat a little bit but I was determined to release this load…... if I didn't I would have killed someone over an MRE milkshake deal gone bad.  Finally, its my turn to go into the porta john.  First thing I noticed is that it was hotter in the porta john than it was outside.  Second thing is that all the flies in Iraq had decided to have their annual Who's who of flies convention in that one and only porta john.  Next I lift up the seat to see that the shit had actually piled up to to toilet seat.  However the burning sensation I felt in my intestines and tightening of butt hole muscles didn't give a rats ass about how much shit was in there.  So I dropped my trousers, put my trusty M4 Carbine in the corner and released the solid that turn into liquid solution in the porta  john.  It sounds like the noise the 7 11 Slurpee machine makes when its out of Slurpee.  I had to angle my ass so I shit down the side of this mountain top of turds.  Finally it was done and I had used at least a roll of TP (Toilet Paper) to wipe my ass.  Now its time for the moment I had been waiting for.  I pulled out my DVD Player and I had already had my Porn DVD ready for the abuse I was gonna put it through.  As I turned it on….it was bad news.  I only had about 30% percent power left on it which meant I had to skip the foreplay and go straight to good stuff.  So I started up the stroke and when to work on the cocoa stick…ROFL.   I started to sweat bad like I could die in the porta john..cock in hand.. dvd player with with the dead battery screen on from dehydration.  But I didn't care, It was me against the battery life on the DVD Player and I was determined to finish.  Flies were all over the place, I'm not sure if they were trying to join in or get me to leave.  There was this one fly that was fucking huge.  He was a lot slower than the other ones but  I couldn't kill him because I needed my energy to finish this masturbation punishment that I was putting myself through.  I remember at one point, my sweat mixing with whatever chemicals  I had in my hair and dripping into my eye….and it fucking burned bad… But like I said, I wanted this bad, badder than President Bush wanted Bin Laden.  So I was getting close to finishing and I happen to watch this fly go into the toilet and land on the biggest turd in there.  He hung out on it for a while so I started back the stroke.  As soon as I started back I watched him leave the turd, come out of the toilet and fly around my upper body as if he was looking for a place to land.  Just as I was getting ready to shoot the load…….the bastard landed on my bottom lip….I stopped the stroke….inhaled and blew him off of my lip..and picked up the stroke and finished with 5 % battery life left on the DVD player.  I packed up my shit, grabbed my M4 kicked open the porta john door in slow motion and I swear I heard someone was playing, " Voodoo Child" by Jimi Hendrix.  It looked a scene out of a war movie  where we had just kicked the enemies ass.  The mission was accomplished…. I was weak…..my walk was slow…I carried my M4 like a piece of luggage…My lips were dry… my muscles were week….my cocoa shaft hurt and badly damaged..  I was drenched in sweat as if I had been pissed on…I walked into the tent and fell to my knees like William Defoe did on the cover of the movie, "Platoon".

 I managed to get to my bunk and down a bottle of boiling hot water and pass out..  The Doc said I could have died that day…Had I not came when i did..I would have died ….cock in hand...dvd player with the dead battery screen….pants around my ankles…...with a fly on my lip:)

We gotta do better

Growing up in Adams Morgan in Washington DC was one of the best things that ever happened to me.  It allowed me to be around people of all different races and cultures.  How could I forget the U.S. Army for showing me that brotherhood comes in all Colors.  I remember as a young child, the elders in my family always taught us to be well mannered and respectful kids.  They taught us to do what we felt was right and not what everybody else thought was right.  In school, we learned about people like, Frederick Douglass, Martin Luther King,  The Kennedys, and just about everybody who wanted to abolish slavery and ensure all people were created equal.  People of all races died to ensure that all people in this country were created equal, especially African Americans.  I’m curious to know what those people would say about where we are as a country and as a race.  And then last week I turned on the TV and saw shit that made me cringe when I saw it and it’s called “Knockout”.  It’s a game where teenagers walk down the street and randomly try to knockout a random person with one punch.  I spent a little bit of time combing the internet looking at videos and articles on the Internet.  It’s no coincident that just about all the kids and teens that are doing this are African American.  And we wonder why people cross to the other side of the streets and clutch their purses out of fear.  Its bullshit like this that feeds that idea and feeling.   All the people that gave their lives to ensure that all people are free and created equal, and to repay them this is the type of shit we do?  When you get a chance pull up a few videos of people protesting back in the day for equal rights.  They were beat to a fucking pulp, bit by dogs, and hosed down with water from fire hydrants….For us to turn around and destroy ourselves and our own communities.  Then we sit and claim that the system ain't set up for to succeed when a motherfucker come over to this country with a pocket full of lent and 5 years later is fucking millionaire….get tha fuck outta here.  We sell drugs to our own people and then turn around and say we ain’t the ones bringing it into the country.  We say the governments trying to destroy our communities with liquor stores and drugs.  Do me a favor and read up on something called, “Supply and Demand”.  We would rather sell dope than get a fucking job at McDonalds.  We will kill a motherfucker that lives two blocks away over a pair of fucking Michael Jordan Shoes.  We would rather be stereotypical shit like Basketball Players and Rappers than be Police Officers, Doctors, and Lawyers.   We would rather listen to and take guidance from a rap video than the school teacher.   And do understand,  I’m not saying all of us are like this.  But what I am saying is, we have come too far and accomplished too much….to still have the same issues in our community and with our youth.  As much as I hate to say…It all starts with parenting.  As parents, we have to teach our children what right looks like.  If we teach our children that it’s ok to have a shit load of kids and be on welfare…than that is exactly what they will do.  However,  if we teach our children that you have to work hard for everything and be a productive person in society…they will.  We are officially out of fucking excuses…The playing field is more leveled than it has ever been.  How about we stop complaining, feeding the stereotypes, and being ungrateful……And make ourselves a part of the solution and not the problem.    We have to parent and raise our children.  It nobody’s job but yours

Range Rover vs Sport Bikes with a sprinkle of bashing

Lets talk meat and potatoes

First and Foremost the people that you saw riding those Motorcycles in the video are not Bikers.  They are seasonal immature retards who happen to own sport bikes.  Lets start off by talking about motorcycle formations.   Real bikers riding with a group of people know that its safer and more respectable to ride in a formation with all motorcycles in ONE LANE SIDE BY SIDE BIKE LENGTH APART.  It also helps for Command and Control Purposes.  When you ride the way that I described, there are two people who move the formation to other lanes.  The person in the front left position gives the signal to swith lanes….and the person in the rear executes it thus the formation is moved from the rear to the front.  For people who don’t know much about motorcycle/biker culture let me give you some knowledge. If a group of motocycles are on the road in a nice formation you shouldn’t be able to squeeze a car between them because they ride that close together. This alone tells you what type of caliber those guys are. It means that they ride often together, they don’t give a shit about losing their life, and you need to get out of their way.  What you saw on that video is what the military calls a, “Gaggle Fuck” and that means tons of shit being all over the place.  Sometimes  Motorcycle riders and Bikers think they own the road.  We forget that if we go up against anything with four wheels we most likely will lose that battle.  Had that been a formation of a Motorcycle Club it would have been handled totally different.  First off, MC’s don’t like heat from Cops.  So we pick our battles and if we have to do business WE ALL DO IT TOGETHER.  Real bikers would rather choose the diplomatic approach first.

So what I think happen is..... that Gaggle Fuck of riders decided to do typical shit that people on sports bikes do..not all but a lot, SHOW OFF!  I say that because there is extra footage of them riding through the city on sidewalks and riding between traffic.  As most of the cars moved out of the way, a hundred bikers took up the whole damn road, the Range Rover didn’t move.  The sport bike riders got pissed that the Range Rover didn’t  switch lanes and get out of their way.  The sport bike riders started to taunt him and his family and he refused to move.  This is when the one bike gets in front of him and does a brake check and the truck ran into the back of him.  The bikers decide to circle the Truck and I'm sure the driver didn't think they were there to talk about the government closure.  One of the bikers showed signs of aggressiveness and the driver of the truck said fuck this shit and ran over the people who were in front of his vehicle.  Why in the fuck would you park a motorcycle or stand in front of a 4500 pound SUV?  Just so you know,  Land Rovers are built and designed to drive over far worse obstacles than a sport bike and human being.  Put yourself in the shoes of the SUV driver with your family in car and you end up being surrounded by a bunch of sport bikes.  What would you have done?  Had that been me in the SUV, I would have rolled down the window just enough to fire two shots from my trusty 380.  I got 6 shots remaining.....And as an old pimp would say, " May your next move be your best move".  I might get beat to death when I run out of rounds, but the funeral home will be busy the next few days because of me.  I recall a time down here in my neck of the woods when I had a little incident.  I was making a left turn from the left lane....and the car next to me turned with me but merged in front of me and almost hit me. I simply honked my horn and he said, "fuck you" and kept going.  Here were my options:

a) keep on riding to my destination and accept that people in the DC Area normally do this

b) yell back at him and keep going to my destination

c) follow him and argue and yell

So I did the last one, but in choosing this option EVERYTHING BECOMES FAIR GAME.  He also had a his wife with him. He did a few brake checks and got close behind me a few times.  When we got to the next stop sign I pulled up BESIDE him and put my kickstand down and walked towards the passenger door.  At this point he realized that he didn't really want that type of problem and pulled off. Now had he pulled out a gun and shot me, threw something at me or inflicted ANY type of bodily harm...HE WOULD HAVE BEEN JUSTIFIED.  When I got home and processed what happen, what I did was dangerous and highly irresponsible.  I was lucky to had walked away without something bad happening and the bottom line is nothing he did to me was so serious that I had to do what I did. When you surround a SUV with a family inside,  you pose a threat in any way shape or form and you will get ran over.  As I sit here in my living room...its almost impossible for me to be struck by an SUV.  But if you park your bike in front of an SUV and threaten the passengers ...you get ran over....thats a fucking no brainer.  The sport bike riders had a choice....and they made the wrong one...and it is...what it is.  Sport bike riders do dumb shit like brake checks and ride on curbs..why because their bikes and the parts are cheap to replace.  Guys with Harleys...if I even put a dent in a saddle bag..  I gotta pay a grand at least.  So I wouldnt park it in front of an angry SUV, nor would I slam on my breaks in front of it or ride it on a fucking sidewalk.  A few weeks ago I was on I95 and a dude on a sport bike did a wheelie for about four exits. Its already a risk riding a motorcycle but when you do dumb shit like that on a HIGHWAY your chances of getting fucked up are a lot higher.  Sport bikes ride all over the fucking rode with no consideration of others.  How many times have you been in your car and a sport bike zoomed past you at speeds unknown to man. How many times have you been on the highway and a bunch of bikes sped past you in every single lane. How many sport bike riders you know over the age of 50? My point is...people who have cruisers have a different mentality and a certain level of maturity.  I bet the average age of those riders that day was about 25 years old.  And thats the type of shit immature riders on sport bikes do. They don't wanna enjoy the LONG comfortable scenic ride....They want the SHORT FAST thrill.  And as I said before..its not all sport bike riders but a lot of them ride like I just described.  People say Harleys are an old mans bike... and maturity comes with age my friend!

The Infantry Dude Talks Racism (Not for the weak or faint hearted)

First and foremost let me say that this blog is my opinion only and is not necessarily about the Martin/Zimmerman case but more so how racism still exist in this country.  No matter what we choose to think……. racism and stereotypes will always exist, but how we deal with it is important. Now let’s have fun with some and stereotype some races

 

Black People:  You basketball playing, chicken and watermelon loving, B.E.T. watching, pants sagging, Cadillac driving, wide nose, nappy head, shucking and jiving on the corner, on welfare but on crack with 25 kids and a clothes line in front of your project  house living, Menthol smoking piece of shit.

White People:  You Country music loving, Ford pickup truck driving, mayonnaise avoiding, bologna smelling, Elvis is better than Michael Jackson thinking, trailer park living, put your kids in time out parenting only for them to turn around and do a Mass Shooting,  trail mix eating, Meth Smoking son off a bitch

Hispanic:  You Illegal 25 people in a 1 bedroom and Honda driving, non English speaking, Goya product buying, 2 last names with the letter Z in it having,  dress your kids up every day as if they were going to the prom,  Univision watching, Julio Iglesias loving, put everything in a tortilla or taco eating bastards.

Asian:  You flat face, Toyota driving, cleaners, carry-out and liquor store owing, Karate and Ninja skill using, Mathematically blessed, rice and sushi eating, no taller than 5 foot  5, name is either Kim, Lee, or Chan having,  all of your kids have bowl haircuts edged up in the front , language sounds like, “Ping Pang Pang Ping” assholes

African:  You 11:59 complexion having, feet are ashy, dark on top and light on the bottom,  Tribe living, flies on you eyeball enjoying, dart blowing,  drum playing, animal hunting and using the hide or fur for next year’s fashion statement dressing, in every “feed this child for 15 cents a day” commercial son of a bitch.

Arabs:  You suicide bombing, bed sheet wearing, 15 times a day praying, all of you named, “Mohammed, Abdul, or Ali, Prayers and Music sounds like a shit load of people being tortured loving,  subject matter expert on all things terrorist, oil money having, language sounds like the sound you make before you spit Mother Fuckers.

 

 

Trust me, I could go on and on with that but the bottom line is………….Everything I mentioned can be applied to every single race.  If you don’t believe me, pick one of the stereotypes and see if it applies to another race.  All races have people that play basketball, Listen to Elvis, eat tacos, play drums, and use meth and crack.  And last but not least, all races have killed large groups of people for no damn reason. Since we got that out of the way, I would like to focus more on racism between black and whites.  When 9/11 happened, it brought all of us together as just Americans.  Terrorist don’t give a shit what color you are.  If you are in America, they view you as just that. Americans are the only ones who for some reason don’t see it that way.  As years progressed, the races began to grow apart.  A few events happened before and after that showed somewhat of a divide in this country.  For example, let’s take the O.J. Simpson trial.  When he was found not guilty, black people celebrated as if we had one a million dollars and white people were pissed as if they lost something.  A lot of us failed to realize that kids lost a mother, parents lost a daughter and son, and O.J. lost a wife.  The only people that know what happen that day were Nicole Simpson and Ron Goldman.  We can speculate and be lawyers for a day but we really don’t know all that happened that day.  Fast forward to the Martin/Zimmerman Case, the same thing applies.  The only people that know what happen that day is Travon Martin and George Zimmerman.  You can speculate and be a lawyer for a day……but the bottom line is we don’t know all the things that happen that day.  The one thing we know is a young man’s life was cut short, parents lost a son, and a man was found not guilty and will spend the rest of his life in a living hell. You may say, “Well at least he’s alive”, but his life will never be the same and will affect his family as well.  I also completely understand the large out pouring of support from Black People for the Martin Family. It hit home a little more with us because we all know kids that look like Trayvon Martin.  But isn’t it also safe to say that it hit home in general with people that have young teenagers?  Although on TV you may see protest with large amounts of black people, there are other races that felt bad about what happen.  We as black people need to quit this jumping on the media band wagon shit. We call our own people, “Niggas, Hoes, and bitches” But then we get pissed when Rush Limbaugh called the basketball girl a, “Nappy Headed Hoe”.  Give me a fucking break. And White People, stop thinking that every Black person is overly sensitive about race and thinks they are owed something because of slavery.  Slavery started in the early 1600 and the 13^th Amendment and Emancipation Proclamation were in 1863 and 1865.  However people still owned slaves into the early 1900.  But from 1600 til the 1960’s, black people were treated like shit and less than human. And somehow we are suppose to get over all of that in 50 years, I mean damn give us a little more time. What that means is try to be a little more understanding and considerate of the fact that some blacks are still sensitive about.  And I know some of you are gonna say, “Blacks had slaves too” and your right. But what was the percentage of white slave owners versus black slave owners.  Yes we have made leaps and bounds on the backs of people like Martin Luther King.  But, White people also help paved the way for us to be treated equally as well and that’s a KNOWN FACT.  Yea the President is black but the OTHER 43 WERE WHITE and that’s a fact. A lot of blacks voted for Obama just because he was black, but I feel we were entitled to do that, but whites were also entitled to NOT vote for him because he was black.  To a certain degree they are both wrong.  In school, kids were told we could be anything we wanted to when we grew up………but up until 2009 we all knew that was bullshit.  Now Blacks can truly say we can be anything we want when we grow, but ask your self can other races say the same yet?  Us as black people have to stop making everything out to be about race and thinking that the, “THE WHITE MAN’S HOLDONG US DOWN”.  In some cases it’s true but NOT every time. Six White people and one Black person all put in for a job and the black person is the only one that doesn’t get hired.  You can bet your ass that we might scream racism, but at the same time have to understand that it may be because we’re the least qualified.  Me personally, I think Affirmative Action was great up until President Obama got in office but I think it’s time for it to go away.  However I also think that there are a small amount of states that should still have it.  If a company doesn’t wanna hire me because I’m black it’s their lost not mine.  The biggest thing that will help Racism in this country is talking about it.  You would be surprised what we all have in common if we just put the stereotypes to the side and get to know each other.  I challenge you, the next time you’re out somewhere and see a person of another race spark a conversation with them.  If you have friends of another race take the time and talk with them about race.  But in doing so you have to understand that everyone is entitled to their own opinion and you may not agree with it.  You can’t fault a person for not having your same views and be thankful that you live in a country where you have freedom of speech.  You try that shit in North Korea and they will send three generations of your family to jail forever, if you don’t believe me look that shit up.  And a special shot out to the Military for forcing all races within it to only see one color, because when you’re in a firefight…..your brother is EVERY COLOR and will risk his life to save yours.

 

In closing I will say

Blacks, Whites, Hispanics, and Asians can all be racist.  In some cases people hate people within their own race.  People of all colors fight to protect this great nation and make it a better place…..some have lost their lives in the process…From Veterans to people like Abe Lincoln, Martin Luther King and The Kennedys…..The least we can do as AMERICANS  is try to live and learn together. Teach your kids to be open minded because they are the once that will make the biggest of changes. 

 

Exert from the I have a Dream Speech by MLK

“I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

                Free at last! Free at last!

                Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!

Quote by JFK

“No one has been barred on account of his race from fighting or dying for America, there are no white or colored signs on the foxholes or graveyards of battle”

“If we are to open employment opportunities in this country for members of all races and creeds, then the Federal Government must set an example … I am not going to promise a Cabinet post or any other post to any race or ethnic group. That is racism in reverse at its worst. So I do not promise to consider race or religion in my appointments if I am successful. I promise only that I will not consider them”

 

 

 

You Know What Grinds My Gears? Vol 2

I stole this title from the show, "Family Guy". The Character Peter gets a spot on the local news channel basically talking about shit that irritates the hell out of him. So with that being said, I'm gonna take my second stab at this.

 

You know what Grinds My Gears, "When people go slow in the fast lane "

Hey, No matter where you are in the United States the furthest left lane is the fast and or passing lane.  It’s quite simple, if you are in the left lane and people are passing you…….MOVE THE FUCK OUTTA THE WAY (unless your old as shit..you get a pass)

 

You know what Grinds My Gears, "People that show up late for shit”

We gonna meet at 11:00am means exactly what is says.  Don’t text me at 11:05 saying you gonna be late.  I take that shit as disrespect.. like your literally saying fuck me, my family, and everything I stand for. 

 

You know what Grinds My Gears, " People who purchased motorcycles or motorcycle parts because of, “Sons of Anarchy”

First and foremost, you’re a fucking idiot that lacks creativity.  Hey, I watch a show called, “Hoarders Buried Alive”.  However, I have no plans on buying a bunch shit and turning my house into an episode.

 

You know what Grinds My Gears, "Black People who can’t dance”

WTF…. How can you be black and not know how to dance.  You on the dance floor fucking up everybody’s new shoes and shit.  Out here setting us back years.. Bad enough the DC Sniper was black which I still refuse to except lol

 

You know what Grinds My Gears, " People with gold teeth”

Hey that shit faded out like L.A. Gear shoes…..The only people authorized gold teeth are Puerto Ricans and Middle Aged Pimps in Texas and Georgia.

 

You know what Grinds My Gears, " People who share Face book Pages with their significant other”

So it has been established that your balls have been relocated into your wife’s purse.  Something about that tells me that TRUST is defiantly not an issue in your relationship”

 

You know what Grinds My Gears, " People who act like their shit don’t stink”

Hey you know both of you don’t even sleep in the same damn bed.  Why you out here telling everybody how good your marriage is when you haven’t had sex in the year 2013.

 

You know what Grinds My Gears, " People who overly stress how much they love being single”

No no no no.  Your single because all of the good people don’t want you.  People are like properties, “you will only attract certain people to live in your neighborhood”.  I don’t give a shit who you are, Nobody likes to be alone. I’m single and I’m doing me…your right..you are doing YOU.  Because nobody else of any value wants you.  Just remember, the older you get the lower your property value.

 

You know what Grinds My Gears, " People who constantly go out of their way to put how great their relationship is on Face book”

Is it me or do they end up being the same people who change that relationship status to single the following month?

 

You know what Grinds My Gears, "When people act like their jobs are more important that what they really are”

Dude you check receipts at Wal-Mart, Why you out there telling your friends, “I do big things in the Retail Industry and nothing gets by unless it goes through me”  LOL  you are correct

 

You know what Grinds My Gears, "People who are surprised when I tell them I ride a Harley”

WTF..It’s not like I’m a witch and ride a fucking broomstick.

 

You know what Grinds My Gears, " The Overly Depressed person on Face Book”

Damn….I know exactly what page to go to when I wanna feel like a fucking loser.  Your page is like an episode of, “The Young and the Restless.  Face book is slowly changing from a happy connect with friends have a good time web site to a my life sucks ass ungrateful I want people to join me in this troth of constant negative shit web site.  But I have to admit,  I get amusement out of bad shit happening to certain people.

 

You know what Grinds My Gears, "Pop-ups when I watching Porn”

Nothing like watching your favorite Porn star get destroyed by 30 dudes and then the “LIVEJASMIN” pop-up takes over your screen with some cheesy euro trash chick sitting on the edge of the bed smoking a cigarette.

 

You know what Grinds My Gears, " When Soldiers from Army Units that are not well known wear combat patches from more popular divisions”

Hey..have you ever worn that combat patch on you left side?  I don’t give a shit who you FELL UNDER IN COMBAT.  If you don’t know what “KOLEKOLE PASS” is TAKE MY ELECTRIC STRAWBERRY OFF!  If you aint spent time at Bragg..don’t wear the patch..if you aint spent time at Campbell, take the Screamin Eagle off…If you aint spent time at one the Regiments ..take that scroll off!

Stay Thirsty My Friends