<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187938177973518958</id><updated>2024-09-05T20:43:15.806-04:00</updated><category term="Love"/><category term="Beauty"/><category term="Bernard Madoff"/><category term="Blacks"/><category term="Don&#39;t Push"/><category term="Greedy People"/><category term="Ponzi Scheme"/><category term="President Obama"/><category term="Push for Love"/><category term="A Slice Of My Life"/><category term="African American"/><category term="African American Art Forms in Music"/><category term="Blues"/><category term="Clarence Thomas"/><category term="Confidence"/><category term="Elevate"/><category term="Fast Food"/><category term="Florida"/><category term="Hawazin"/><category term="Hip Hop."/><category term="Honesty"/><category term="Jazz"/><category term="Knute Rockne"/><category term="Lesson Learned"/><category term="Lost Love"/><category term="Love escaping"/><category term="Loving Hard"/><category term="Loyalty"/><category term="Majestic"/><category term="Majesty"/><category term="Marriage"/><category term="Minute by Minute"/><category term="Minute to Minute"/><category term="Misplace Love"/><category term="My Life"/><category term="My Story"/><category term="NFL"/><category term="Negros"/><category term="Project"/><category term="Pushing to Love"/><category term="Relationships"/><category term="Rock and Roll"/><category term="Roger Goodell"/><category term="Stand Your Ground Law"/><category term="Super Heros"/><category term="Supreme Love"/><category term="Swag"/><category term="Sweet Sensation"/><category term="Tall"/><category term="The Affordable Care Act"/><category term="The Gipper"/><category term="The Poor"/><category term="The Supreme Court"/><category term="The greatest possible Love"/><category term="Trayvon Martin"/><category term="Value for your dollar"/><category term="Vending"/><category term="You are a Queen"/><category term="Your touch"/><title type='text'>blogdamit</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdamit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdamit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08188412344505096385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187938177973518958.post-1483289737672765807</id><published>2013-12-23T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2014-01-29T11:54:57.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quietly Taunting</title><content type='html'>You thought you were better.&amp;nbsp; While I stood back you were pushed out front with your privilige and support.&amp;nbsp; I was not too confident and stood by like a Diamond in the rough, like a lump of Clay, like a mound of aged Cheddar Cheese just waiting to be tasted.&amp;nbsp; Time did tell and while you slipped I quietly kept to myself and on my grind.&amp;nbsp; Now my light shines for all to see.&amp;nbsp; Stars are not loud at all.&amp;nbsp; They just quietly shine taunting the Universe.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/1483289737672765807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/1483289737672765807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdamit.blogspot.com/2013/12/quietly-taunting.html' title='Quietly Taunting'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08188412344505096385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187938177973518958.post-4028444898503275271</id><published>2013-06-18T19:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-12-23T19:05:04.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Erased from memory</title><content type='html'>Your smile, the fairness of your skin, the genteelness in your voice, your soft touch I erase from memory. Your victorian scent, the tast of every orifice of your love was an apifeni that has fallen into eternity.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/4028444898503275271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/4028444898503275271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdamit.blogspot.com/2013/06/erased-from-memory.html' title='Erased from memory'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08188412344505096385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187938177973518958.post-7956757225348783273</id><published>2013-05-30T18:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-12-20T20:38:21.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Profits my Heart Nothing</title><content type='html'>What does it profit my heart to give you much for little in return? What does it profit me to give you my heart when you are unwilling to give yours in return? It profits me not to give you time and attention. What does it profit my heart to wait for your awakening? It profits my heart nothing.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/7956757225348783273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/7956757225348783273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdamit.blogspot.com/2013/05/it-profits-my-heart-nothing_833.html' title='It Profits my Heart Nothing'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08188412344505096385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187938177973518958.post-4895379559396843511</id><published>2013-05-20T18:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-05-20T18:45:02.285-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="African American Art Forms in Music"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blues"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hip Hop."/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jazz"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rock and Roll"/><title type='text'>African Americans Original Art Forms in Music</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; The influence of African&amp;nbsp;Americans on&amp;nbsp;music and&amp;nbsp;pop culture cover&amp;nbsp;many musical genres.&amp;nbsp; Jazz, Blues, Soul, and Hip Hope make up African American Music.&amp;nbsp; Other then Rap these American art forms came up out of Slavery and characterized the lives of Black Americans before the Civil War.&amp;nbsp; These musical styles were later fused with European Musical styles in the late 19th century.&amp;nbsp; After the Civil war Blacks got jobs as musicians playing music in European bands and developed Rag Time that would be later called Jazz. African Americans gave knowledge of Poly-rhythmic structure of dance and Folk Music of peoples across Western and Sup-Saharan Africa.&amp;nbsp; During the twentieth century these Art Forms had a wide range of influences over the development of music in the United States and the world.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Rock and Roll is a genre of Popular Music that originated and went from simple to complex in the United States in the 1940&#39;s and 1950&#39;s.&amp;nbsp; Rock and Roll was formed of a combination of African American Blues, Jump Blues, Jazz and Gospel Music.&amp;nbsp; The elements of Rock and Roll can be heard in Country Music of the 1930&#39;s and Blues recordings of the 1920&#39;s.&amp;nbsp; The music was not coined Rock and Roll until the 1920&#39;s.&amp;nbsp; It has long been thought in the Black community that Elvis&amp;nbsp;Presley made the statement, &quot;The only thing Negroes can do for me is buy my records and shine my shoes.&quot;&amp;nbsp; In an interview with then Black&amp;nbsp;Weekly Jet. He told Jet reporter Louie Robinson that any one who knows him knows he would never have uttered those words.&amp;nbsp; He mentioned being influence by attending&amp;nbsp;the church of Rev. W. Herbert Brewster a Black gospel composer, whose songs had been recorded&amp;nbsp;by Mahalia Jackson and Clara Ward.&amp;nbsp; Presley said of his Rhythm and Blues influences, &quot;Nobody can sing that kind of music like colored people.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;I can&#39;t sing it like Fats Domino can.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&quot;I know that.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The rumor did not die and continues to this very day.&amp;nbsp; Chuck D of Public Enemy repudiated his views expressed about Elvis&amp;nbsp;Presley&amp;nbsp;in his&amp;nbsp;Rap song Fight the Power were he says, &quot;Elvis was a hero to most, but he never&amp;nbsp;meant shit to me.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Straight up racist that sucker was, simple and plain.&quot;&amp;nbsp; The rumor has lasted this long because social&amp;nbsp;inequlity continue to exist. Chuch D made the observation, what&amp;nbsp;does it mean for Elvis to be&amp;nbsp;hailed as&amp;nbsp;king if his being named King&amp;nbsp;obscures the striving, the aspirations and achievements of so many others who provided him with his musical inspiration?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hip Hop&amp;nbsp;Music came on the scene with Cool Herc, disc jockeys and imitations creating rhythmic beats by looping breaks on small portions of songs and focusing on&amp;nbsp;the percussive pattern on two turn tables and called it Juggling.&amp;nbsp; This would later be added to Rap and presented in a 16 bar&amp;nbsp;measurement of frames and beatboxing, a vocal technique used to provide more of a percussive element of music.&amp;nbsp; Hip Hop originated from an African American community during the 70&#39;s in New York City in Morris Heights in the Boggie&amp;nbsp;Down&amp;nbsp;Bronx, then later spread to Latin American communities.&amp;nbsp; Hip Hop culture is characterized as rapping, D Jaying, Breaking and Graffiti.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;An example of Hip Hop&#39;s influence on the world&amp;nbsp;is B-boying or breaking.&amp;nbsp; Breaking is a style of dance that&amp;nbsp;came up out of African Americans and Latino youth self expression.&amp;nbsp; The media coverage caused it to gain popularity fast.&amp;nbsp; The dance spread world wide especially in&amp;nbsp;South Korea, The United Kingdom, Germany, France, Russia, and Japan.&amp;nbsp; African American music and culture has world wind mass appeal and has influenced many other&amp;nbsp;cultures.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/4895379559396843511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/4895379559396843511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdamit.blogspot.com/2013/05/african-americans-original-art-forms-in.html' title='African Americans Original Art Forms in Music'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08188412344505096385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187938177973518958.post-4613015111206271881</id><published>2013-04-03T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-04-03T13:14:01.671-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Confidence"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Elevate"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Project"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Swag"/><title type='text'>Swag is what we say it is</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The word Swag has a few definitions.&amp;nbsp; In some circles it means secretly we are Gay.&amp;nbsp; It also mean the way&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;represent yourself, the way you present yourself, wearing baggy clothes etc.&amp;nbsp; These definitions come from the Urban Dictionary.&amp;nbsp; A more formal definition is to cause sway; or to droop or to decorate something with loops of draped fabric, but what ever its true meaning, Swag is what ever you want it to be.&amp;nbsp; To me Swag is style.&amp;nbsp; What ever style you choose.&amp;nbsp; Swag is confidence, your manner of speech, how well&amp;nbsp;you spit your game.&amp;nbsp; Swag is your convictions and beliefs.&amp;nbsp; Swag is a male&#39;s and females ability to engage in good conversation.&amp;nbsp; It is how well a male can conversate&amp;nbsp; and keep a females attention causing her to smile, laugh and engage him. &amp;nbsp;Now you have some truly Swagless individuals that talk about the first definition in order to make themselves feel better about their Swaglessness. Cats with no kind of Swag sit back and watch you talk and engage a female in conversation and wonder why don&#39;t she laugh and smile at what I say?&amp;nbsp; What could he be saying to her to keep her attention?&amp;nbsp; What is it about him that she likes, but don&#39;t like about me?&amp;nbsp; True Swag is confidence in yourself,&amp;nbsp;your beliefs and your knowledge of self.&amp;nbsp; It is mainly ones ability to project and elevate ones self without having to put someone else down.&amp;nbsp; So be confident and convicted&amp;nbsp;and Swag can be what ever you say it is.&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/4613015111206271881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/4613015111206271881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdamit.blogspot.com/2013/04/swag-is-what-we-say-it-is.html' title='Swag is what we say it is'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08188412344505096385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187938177973518958.post-5865941389943470879</id><published>2013-03-08T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-03-08T18:58:09.051-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beauty"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hawazin"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Majestic"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tall"/><title type='text'>Hawazin</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;At the instant at which the upper edge of the Sun appears on the 
Horizon, your majestic, tall and shapely form rises to Pierce the 
Arabian sky.&amp;nbsp; Your undeniable Beauty commands attention, yet your poise 
and &lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHidden&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHiddenSpellWord&quot;&gt;earthiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHidden&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHiddenSpellWord&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the eye of the storm that is Hawazin. &lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/5865941389943470879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/5865941389943470879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdamit.blogspot.com/2013/03/hawazin.html' title='Hawazin'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08188412344505096385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187938177973518958.post-7148073270908895593</id><published>2013-01-07T17:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-18T16:18:54.536-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beauty"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Majesty"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="You are a Queen"/><title type='text'>You are a Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You are worth so much more then you know.&amp;nbsp; Your Beauty is immeasurable, but can be compared to the moons, stars and constellations of the cosmos.&amp;nbsp; Not one treasure you possess should be just given away for mere trinkets or material wealth, but should be kept and held tight for you are a Queen and a man worth your time should prove he is worthy of a glimpse of your Majesty.&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/7148073270908895593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/7148073270908895593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdamit.blogspot.com/2013/01/you-are-queen.html' title='You are a Queen'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08188412344505096385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187938177973518958.post-6205277751250739345</id><published>2012-12-19T00:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-19T00:43:00.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>L Boogie talks about Haters</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;270&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/dk6C9mmHxaE?fs=1&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/6205277751250739345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/6205277751250739345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdamit.blogspot.com/2012/12/l-boogie-talks-about-haters.html' title='L Boogie talks about Haters'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08188412344505096385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/dk6C9mmHxaE/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187938177973518958.post-8785024209786148371</id><published>2012-12-19T00:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-19T00:39:20.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>L Boogie says Do not worry about what people think!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;270&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/hujVHGjqpDU?fs=1&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/8785024209786148371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/8785024209786148371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdamit.blogspot.com/2012/12/l-boogie-says-do-not-worry-about-what.html' title='L Boogie says Do not worry about what people think!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08188412344505096385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/hujVHGjqpDU/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187938177973518958.post-5213256871276358009</id><published>2012-12-19T00:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-19T00:38:19.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>L Boogie Talks  The Law of Attraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;270&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/1Ly_y8mY3Wg?fs=1&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/5213256871276358009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/5213256871276358009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdamit.blogspot.com/2012/12/l-boogie-talks-law-of-attraction.html' title='L Boogie Talks  The Law of Attraction'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08188412344505096385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/1Ly_y8mY3Wg/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187938177973518958.post-3975502041174470360</id><published>2012-12-18T04:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-18T04:57:43.451-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love escaping"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Minute by Minute"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Minute to Minute"/><title type='text'>Minute by Minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;As each minute passes my heart beat is lessening.&amp;nbsp; My pulse is slowing and my blood pressure dropping.&amp;nbsp; It has only been a short while since we parted.&amp;nbsp; In my mind a minute is like an eternity.&amp;nbsp; Minute by minute, minute to minute my recollection of the time we spent together is escaping me.&amp;nbsp;The sweet smell of your secret scent, the moist memory of your kisses are like oxygen sustaining my life force.&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/3975502041174470360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/3975502041174470360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdamit.blogspot.com/2012/12/minute-by-minute.html' title='Minute by Minute'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08188412344505096385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187938177973518958.post-7797045369733840552</id><published>2012-12-15T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-17T03:33:17.906-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Don&#39;t Push"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Push for Love"/><title type='text'>Don&#39;t Push:  It is going down at the meet and greet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It is about a quarter to seven and their is a knock at Lawrence&#39;s door.&amp;nbsp; When he opens the door no one is there.&amp;nbsp; He and Cheryl are about to leave for the meet and greet.&amp;nbsp; Later Eric informs him that he knocked to see if he and Cheryl were ready.&amp;nbsp; Lawrence and Cheryl arrives at the event early&amp;nbsp;enough to get a good park.&amp;nbsp; They&amp;nbsp;exit the car&amp;nbsp;to enter the building.&amp;nbsp; Wedgwood Country Club has always been a popular spot for all kinds of events.&amp;nbsp; It was always the party spot back in the day when the classmates where in high school.&amp;nbsp; Lawrence and Cheryl enters the building, walks through the short walk way into the main area.&amp;nbsp; Nothing has change over the last thirty years, but the event planners have done a great job with the food, drinks and decorations.&amp;nbsp; They&amp;nbsp;walk straight to&amp;nbsp;the serving window and pick up some&amp;nbsp;coaktails and walk to find where&amp;nbsp;they will&amp;nbsp;sit.&amp;nbsp; Lawrence&amp;nbsp;gets up to make his rounds greeting his&amp;nbsp;classmates and friends.&amp;nbsp; As he is going around the room, Eric and Merry&amp;nbsp;comes in the building finds a seat and Eric and Lawrence begin to talk about how nice everyone looks and how some of their classmates have not change.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They also talk about how some of the girls that they wanted to get with back in the day still having them nice plump, round booty&#39;s.&amp;nbsp; Then&amp;nbsp;there she is again.&amp;nbsp; Lawrence lays eyes on Brenda. He says to himself, &quot;Oh my dam!&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;she is so beautiful.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;I Would fight lions and tiger, and swim the English Channel for her Love.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Lawrence goes back to his table with some wine for Cheryl and sits momentary&amp;nbsp;and talks to her and she&amp;nbsp;says, &quot;You were gone long enough.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&quot;Were you trying to&amp;nbsp;get up with&amp;nbsp;some of your old flames.&quot;&amp;nbsp; Lawrence replies, &quot;Now see, this is what I am talking about when I say the&amp;nbsp;tong is a little member, but can kindle a great fire.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;What did I tell you about your mouth?&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;This is my reunion.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&quot;What do you expect me to do?&amp;nbsp; &quot;Just chill while I go and get us some food.&quot;&amp;nbsp; Lawrence get up from the&amp;nbsp;table and goes to get in the serving line for some food.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; While he is standing in line, Brenda Jackson walks up behind him and stands.&amp;nbsp; Lawrence becomes warm all of a sudden because she is&amp;nbsp;now standing next to him.&amp;nbsp; After he places his hand on his chest to make sure he is not having an heart attack, he says, &quot;Hi.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;My name is Lawrence Roundfield&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;I am Eric&#39;s&amp;nbsp;best friend.&quot;&amp;nbsp; She replies, &quot;Oh, you are Lawrence.&quot;&amp;nbsp;After exchanging more pleasentries&amp;nbsp;Lawrence&amp;nbsp;asks her if she is with someone and she says she came alone.&amp;nbsp; Lawrence asks her, &quot;What is the most beautiful woman on earth doing&amp;nbsp;here alone?&quot;&amp;nbsp; She flashes her beautiful smile, her eyes open up and look directly at Lawrence.&amp;nbsp; Lawrence does what he can to contain himself while she is looking at him and smiling.&amp;nbsp; The beautiful moment is short lived when Cheryl walks up to them and says, &quot;What the hell is going on here!&quot;&amp;nbsp; Lawrence turns to her and says,&amp;nbsp; &quot;You need to chill out!&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;I know you did not come all the way from Atlanta to make a dam fool out of yourself in front of a bunch of people you do not even know.&quot;&amp;nbsp; Lawrence apologizes to Brenda and tells her he will talk to her another time.&amp;nbsp; Lawrence and Cheryl&amp;nbsp;walks away from the food line back to their table and Lawrence is&amp;nbsp;thinking to himself, &quot;When I get this heifer back to Atlanta, I am going to cut her ass so short she is going to have to look up to spit.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lawrence is sitting at their table talking to Cheryl trying to assure her that they were having mere conversation about the good old days when he looks over and notices his best friend Eric sitting with Merry and how happy they are together.&amp;nbsp; He is happy for his friend and recalls&amp;nbsp;Eric telling him that Merry is the best thing that has happened to him and he is marring his dream.&amp;nbsp; Lawrence also remembers&amp;nbsp;some good times he shared with his&amp;nbsp;ex wife Tina&amp;nbsp;during&amp;nbsp;his seventeen year marriage were they had a son Lawrence the third.&amp;nbsp; Lawrence really wishes things could have turned out different, but recalls that, &quot;Whatever does not kill you, can only make you stronger.&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Please return for part 3 of Don&#39;t Push: &amp;nbsp;A Broken Heart Mends&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/7797045369733840552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/7797045369733840552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdamit.blogspot.com/2012/12/dont-push-it-is-going-down-at-meet-and.html' title='Don&#39;t Push:  It is going down at the meet and greet.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08188412344505096385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187938177973518958.post-7486387841311954274</id><published>2012-12-15T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-17T03:39:38.134-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Don&#39;t Push"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Loving Hard"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Push for Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pushing to Love"/><title type='text'>Don&#39;t Push</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It is Memorial Day weekend and the&amp;nbsp;Ole School Reunion is being&amp;nbsp;held in Wilson, North Carolina located 45 minutes east of Raleigh.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Every year on this weekend&amp;nbsp;Classmates from all over the country come home to reunite with fellow Classmates and friends from back in the day.&amp;nbsp; The Ole School Reunion attendees are graduates of Ralph L. Fike, James B. Hunt and Edgar T. Beddingfield.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHidden&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Lawrence Roundfield and Erick &lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHiddenSpellWord&quot;&gt;McNally&lt;/span&gt; spoke from time to time during the winter about the event.&amp;nbsp; Lawrence lives in Hot Lanta and works for a solar panel manufacture.&amp;nbsp; Eric lives in South Beach and is owner and operator of Big E Trucking where their motto is, &quot;We move freight from state to state.&quot;&amp;nbsp; Lawrence and Eric talked about getting rooms next to each other at a Hotel on the outskirts of Wilson.&amp;nbsp; Eric told Lawrence to call him once he got in town and he would reserve a room for him.&amp;nbsp; Eric is engaged to Merry Maximum an extremely hot&amp;nbsp;brown skinned Sistah that lived in Wilson , but moved to Florida some years ago.&amp;nbsp; Erick met her while vacationing in Florida.&amp;nbsp; They are getting married in November and is planning their wedding.&amp;nbsp; Lawrence is kicking it with this tall thick pecan tan Sistah from Decatur Georgia named Cheryl Chery&amp;nbsp;that works for the Georgia Department of Education.&amp;nbsp; She will be coming with Lawrence on the trip to Wilson.&amp;nbsp; Lawrence has a thing for them hot,&amp;nbsp;tall, thick &lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHiddenSpellWord&quot;&gt;Sistahs&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lawrence is just about in Wilson when he calls Eric and askes&amp;nbsp;him if &amp;nbsp;there&amp;nbsp;are any&amp;nbsp;rooms available where he is staying.&amp;nbsp; Eric&amp;nbsp;asks Lawrence&amp;nbsp;how many beds does he need, Lawrence tells Eric that he only needs one bed and Eric reserves the room.&amp;nbsp; Lawrence also need tickets for the meet and greet at the Wedgewood Country&amp;nbsp;Club and tickets for the Ole School dance being held at the Lions Club on Forest&amp;nbsp;Hills Road.&amp;nbsp; Eric&amp;nbsp;picks up two tickets for Lawrence from&amp;nbsp;Charles Brown one of the reunion coordinators.&amp;nbsp; Lawrence finally arrives at the Hotel, checks into the room and&amp;nbsp;is on his way out the door to Eric&#39;s room when a&amp;nbsp;white Honda Accord&amp;nbsp;Ex pulls up, and a female gets out.&amp;nbsp; Lawrence stops in his tracks when he see&amp;nbsp;this tall, thick red bone exit her car and is on her way&amp;nbsp;to Eric&#39;s and Merry&#39;s room.&amp;nbsp; She is sporting a sexy short hair due, has the most beautiful big brown eyes&amp;nbsp;and is wearing a cocktail dress with medium length heels.&amp;nbsp; Her long legs&amp;nbsp;go&amp;nbsp;on for days and&amp;nbsp;he can not take his eyes off of her and watches her has she walks&amp;nbsp;up to Eric&#39;s and Merry&#39;s room and knocks on the door.&amp;nbsp; Lawrence&#39;s tongue is just about to roll down the&amp;nbsp;side walk,&amp;nbsp;and at the same time&amp;nbsp;he is hearing&amp;nbsp;Jamie Foxx&#39;s&amp;nbsp;wedding song That&#39;s&amp;nbsp;My Dream playing in his head. Brenda&amp;nbsp;Jackson has just gone in to see her best friend Merry.&amp;nbsp; Lawrence&#39;s&amp;nbsp;girlfriend Cheryl comes to the door and&amp;nbsp;asks him why is he just standing in front of the door day dreaming.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He says he&amp;nbsp;is just getting some&amp;nbsp;fresh air and returns back inside the room.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The meet and greet starts&amp;nbsp;in about an hour, but Lawrence calls Eric&amp;nbsp;and says, &quot;Yo E!&quot; &quot;Who is&amp;nbsp;the fine sistah that came to see Merry?&quot;&amp;nbsp; He replies, &quot;That is Brenda Jackson.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&quot;Miss. Jackson if you nasty.&quot; Lawrence says, &quot;Well dam!&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Baby&amp;nbsp;is fine as&amp;nbsp;hell and has more cakes then Duncan Hines.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He goes on to say, &quot;She is straight Butta and I am not talking about I can&#39;t believe it&#39;s not butter, but real&amp;nbsp;Lando Lakes Butter;my nigga.&quot;&amp;nbsp; He asks Eric to hook him up, but Eric quickly reminds him that he has Cheryl with him.&amp;nbsp; After Lawrence regains consciousness, he says, &quot;You are right.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;This woman dam near made me lose my mind, but if Cheryl finds out, she will clown and I can&#39;t have that.&quot; &quot;Cheryl is fine and I like dipping my spoon into her sugar bowl, but this Sistah is on a different level E.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;The only draw back about Cheryl is that at times she has more mouth then a poor horse&amp;nbsp;got ass and usually runs off at the mouth&amp;nbsp;at the&amp;nbsp;most&amp;nbsp;enopportune times.&quot;&amp;nbsp; Eric replies, &quot;Man you crazy.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and hangs up the phone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHidden&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Please return for part 2 of Don&#39;t Push titled It&#39;s going down at the meet and greet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHiddenSpellWord&quot;&gt;Holla&lt;/span&gt;!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/7486387841311954274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/7486387841311954274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdamit.blogspot.com/2012/12/it-is-memorial-day-weekend-and-school.html' title='Don&#39;t Push'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08188412344505096385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187938177973518958.post-3128075425826513762</id><published>2012-12-13T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-13T13:23:16.615-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sweet Sensation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Your touch"/><title type='text'>Your Touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Your touch is so soothing.&amp;nbsp; It takes me to a place where fools are in plentiful supply.&amp;nbsp; Fools that go to the well over and over again to tread the rough waters in search of that sweet sensation.&amp;nbsp; Your touch leaves me drained of my will power to remain cynical about finding true love.&amp;nbsp; Every touch from your hands multiply my chances of joining the chain of fools in search of that first high. &lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/3128075425826513762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/3128075425826513762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdamit.blogspot.com/2012/12/your-touch.html' title='Your Touch'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08188412344505096385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187938177973518958.post-849717078673668566</id><published>2012-12-11T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-11T21:30:35.519-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Supreme Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The greatest possible Love"/><title type='text'>A Supreme Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;A supreme Love is an enduring love that transcends space and time.&amp;nbsp; A 
Love Supreme knows no judgment and is complete, unconditional and enduring.&amp;nbsp; The 
Greatest Possible Love may never be&amp;nbsp;reached if one is unwilling to risk it all.&amp;nbsp; 
The quest for this treasure is not for the feeble or faint&amp;nbsp;at heart.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/849717078673668566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/849717078673668566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdamit.blogspot.com/2012/12/a-supreme-love.html' title='A Supreme Love'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08188412344505096385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187938177973518958.post-5306967819405053222</id><published>2012-11-22T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-17T03:46:21.800-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="African American"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marriage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationships"/><title type='text'>Why you keep choosing Mr. Wrong</title><content type='html'>Recently women have been asking why they can not meet a good man or why they keep meeting not so good men.&amp;nbsp; When it comes to African Americans, if we would study our history, as we should, we would discover that since our ancestors arrived on the shores of America, the relationship between Black men and Black women was doomed to failure.&amp;nbsp; There could not be a truly loving relationship with both in Slavery.&amp;nbsp; On the plantation Love and Healthy Relationships were like oil and water.&amp;nbsp; One of the first things the owners did was to let the African woman know that her protectors was no longer in a position to help them.&amp;nbsp; When the Slave Masters left their wives in bed to stroll through the slave quarters to sample their female stock, African men where not in any position to keep them form having there way and was in no position to bargain. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fast forward to today.&amp;nbsp; 10 million people were polled by the Census Bureau in 2009 and they found the Divorce rate among African Americans was 11.5 percent.&amp;nbsp; 47 percent of African American women first marriages ended in Divorce.&amp;nbsp; The most alarming statistic is that 70 percent of all African American marriages end in Divorce and that does not include the number of couples that are separated , but not Divorced.&amp;nbsp; With such a high Divorce rate, most of these house holds are headed by single Black women that find it extremely hard to meet Black men to reconstitute their families.&amp;nbsp; Why is it so hard for Black woman to meet good Black men?&amp;nbsp; Why do many continue to meet not so good Black men over and over again?&amp;nbsp; In addition to the normal quoted negative statistics like high unemployment and incarceration, taste and preference in men play a major roll in the type of men Black women chose to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There is no way to expect to be in a productive relationship with a man that is not interested in being in one.&amp;nbsp; Many Choose men according to their Street Credibility, their Edgy Life Style, the type of Car they drive and how much Money they make by legal and illegal means.&amp;nbsp; Where in these reasons can you find the potential for a loving and productive, non-violent, non-mentally abusive or physically abusive relationship?&amp;nbsp; Many women like needy, Irresponsible, so-called Bad Boys.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Why not instead seek out the qualities that make up a good Brutha like trust worthy, kind, a good work ethic, brave etc?&amp;nbsp; Cease gravitating to the same character flaws in men.&amp;nbsp; Reevaluate the qualities sought in a man and if they are too Shallow and Superficial, then expect to achieve the same results.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/5306967819405053222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/5306967819405053222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdamit.blogspot.com/2012/11/why-you-keep-choosing-mr-wrong.html' title='Why you keep choosing Mr. Wrong'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08188412344505096385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187938177973518958.post-8742161569643756246</id><published>2012-08-08T00:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-10-19T16:42:10.593-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="A Slice Of My Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Story"/><title type='text'>A Slice Of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHidden&quot;&gt;In the beginning took place forty seven 
years ago in the slums of Newark, New Jersey.&amp;nbsp; My&amp;nbsp;environment consisted 
of open lots with mounds of trash, abandoned cars, and mattresses used 
for trampolines.&amp;nbsp; On a cold winters day, burning trash and urine filled 
the air along with the sounds of&amp;nbsp;bums singing the latest Motown hits 
while passing a bottle of that cheap wine.&amp;nbsp; I remember having a love for
 watching television.&amp;nbsp; My favorite shows were I love Lucy, Jack Lalane, 
Love American Style and other popular shows of that time.&amp;nbsp; When I was 
not watching TV, I would&amp;nbsp;look out the window at the&amp;nbsp;package store across
 the street.&amp;nbsp; Fights, shootings, and drug buys were the soap opera of 
the day and on into the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Many say that they have lead interesting lives, but I believe mine is
 one for the books.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A slice of my life is made up of the some of the 
events that shaped my character and made me the person I am today.&amp;nbsp; It 
is made up of childhood, teenage, and early adult&amp;nbsp;events that shaped my 
out look towards life and living.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHidden&quot;&gt;While growing up my&amp;nbsp;father and 
mother&amp;nbsp;believed in God and that belief carried our family through some 
hard times as it did many families, but their lack of understanding 
brought painful circumstances.&amp;nbsp; They had a problem balancing what they 
thought was their calling to do missionary work&amp;nbsp;with raising a family in
 a stable and functioning environment.&amp;nbsp; We never lived in one place too 
long.&amp;nbsp; My mother was a restless soul, so we&amp;nbsp;not only moved&amp;nbsp;frequently, 
but would just pick up and leave&amp;nbsp;for a visit and end up staying for 
months.&amp;nbsp; We missed so&amp;nbsp;many days out of school&amp;nbsp;it caused my&amp;nbsp;brothers and 
sister&amp;nbsp;and I to be behind in our school lesson.&amp;nbsp; We developed slow 
socially and&amp;nbsp;played with each other&amp;nbsp;while our parents locked us in the 
house.&amp;nbsp; Though traveling and missing school was fun, I remember visiting
 relatives and others and not&amp;nbsp;feeling welcome.&amp;nbsp; Often we lived like we 
were homeless and&amp;nbsp;when we did settle, we&amp;nbsp;never attended school on a 
regular basis.&amp;nbsp; I think my parents did not want us to get used to 
regular schooling and friends because it would be harder to just leave 
at a moments notice.&amp;nbsp; I had a love for school and&amp;nbsp;some time I would do 
well.&amp;nbsp; I remember my third grade teacher at Martin Luther King Public 
School placing colorful stickers on&amp;nbsp;my school work.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My mother would 
proudly&amp;nbsp;put them up on the wall next to the kitchen door.&amp;nbsp; I 
also&amp;nbsp;painfully recollect missing too many days&amp;nbsp;and having to be&amp;nbsp;retained
 to the third grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHidden&quot;&gt;My father and mother separated for a time
 and we moved from New Jersey to Wilson,&amp;nbsp;North Carolina.&amp;nbsp; They got&amp;nbsp;back 
together and we became&amp;nbsp;a more stable family&amp;nbsp;and I&amp;nbsp;started attending 
school regularly.&amp;nbsp; Wilson was a much smaller city in what was known as 
the big eighties.&amp;nbsp; There was three high schools in Wilson.&amp;nbsp; Fike High 
School, Newly built James Baxter Hunt Jr and Edgar T. Beddingfield.&amp;nbsp; 
They were all a buzz because each&amp;nbsp;High School was preparing to graduate 
the largest senior classes in their schools history.&amp;nbsp; The class of 
1984.&amp;nbsp; We all knew each other because we were one of the last classes to
 attend the eighth grade at Charles L. Coon Middle School before&amp;nbsp;being 
separated at one of the&amp;nbsp;three&amp;nbsp;High Schools.&amp;nbsp; I attended Hunt, but would 
end up graduating with &lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHiddenSpellWord&quot;&gt;Fike&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; senior class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHidden&quot;&gt;Compared to today, the 1980&lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHiddenSpellWord&quot;&gt;&#39;s&lt;/span&gt;
 was a much simpler time.&amp;nbsp; The mostly African American community I grew 
up in was very close.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We could not get away with anything!&amp;nbsp; We were 
supervised by our teachers who taught or knew our parents and the elders 
in the neighborhood.&amp;nbsp; If we got out of line, we would pay the price 
and&amp;nbsp;Time Out was not the price.&amp;nbsp; Though they&amp;nbsp;disciplined us, it was 
because they expected the best from us.&amp;nbsp; We represented them and our 
community.&amp;nbsp; My mother would&amp;nbsp;feed us breakfast, line us up and inspect us
 before we went off to&amp;nbsp;school.&amp;nbsp; She&amp;nbsp;made sure we washed and&amp;nbsp;put on clean
 clothes.&amp;nbsp; It was stressed to us to make sure we wore clean underwear in
 case we got hurt and had to go to the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHidden&quot;&gt;I often wondered how the elders in the 
neighborhood knew who we belonged to.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A lady who would&amp;nbsp;pay me to go the
 store for her called me Faye and Billy&lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHiddenSpellWord&quot;&gt;&#39;s&lt;/span&gt;
 boy.&amp;nbsp; That was my name.&amp;nbsp; She would send me to Judge Store&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;a half a 
pound of half smokes,&amp;nbsp;some&amp;nbsp;Sweet La La snuff,&amp;nbsp;corn meal and 
some&amp;nbsp;Hoop&amp;nbsp;Cheese.&amp;nbsp; Hoop Cheese is cheese cut form a large round&amp;nbsp;mound of
 cheese.&amp;nbsp; She would always tell me I could keep the change&amp;nbsp;and that was 
always fifty cents.&amp;nbsp; I would get twenty five penny cookies and some Now 
or Later candy.&amp;nbsp; As&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;walked home, I could hear the crackle of the cast 
iron frying pans and&amp;nbsp;smell pork chops, fried chicken, and hamburger with
 bread added to stretch it.&amp;nbsp; Depending on the day, you could smell fish 
and corn bread or neck bones and rice.&amp;nbsp;In those days fast food was not 
something we&amp;nbsp;would eat&amp;nbsp;often.&amp;nbsp; My mother cooked six or seven days a 
week.&amp;nbsp; When&amp;nbsp;I came in the house, she would tell me that the lady I went 
to the store for called and told her how well mannered I was and that I 
got everything she needed.&amp;nbsp; I knew someone was always watching and no 
matter how I behaved, my parents would hear about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sunday night&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;Soul&amp;nbsp;Night at Roller World Skating Rink.&amp;nbsp; It was 
called Soul Night&amp;nbsp; because it was Black Folk night at the skating rink.&amp;nbsp;
 Either we got a ride with a friend or got our parents to drop us off.&amp;nbsp; 
It was like a low budget Soul Train that night.&amp;nbsp; The lights would dim a 
little and we would start skating.&amp;nbsp; The DJ would spin the hottest 
tunes.&amp;nbsp; I could hold my own, but did not try anything too fancy because 
it was real easy to fall on your back side.&amp;nbsp; Kids of all ages were 
skating and that meant your little brothers and sisters.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I think&amp;nbsp;our 
parents enjoyed the quiet in the house without us there.&amp;nbsp; After skating 
around in circles for four hours, it was time to go home.&amp;nbsp; No kid was 
left behind.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Parents would pile as many kids as they could in their 
cars.&amp;nbsp; When we got back home, all we had time to do was maybe eat 
something,&amp;nbsp;wash up, iron&amp;nbsp;school clothes and get to bed.&amp;nbsp; Yes! Those were
 fun times.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/8742161569643756246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/8742161569643756246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdamit.blogspot.com/2012/08/a-slice-of-my-life.html' title='A Slice Of My Life'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08188412344505096385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187938177973518958.post-5089036901901464806</id><published>2012-08-08T00:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-08-08T00:06:11.117-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lost Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Misplace Love"/><title type='text'>Misplaced Love</title><content type='html'>Love is misplaced!&amp;nbsp; Where is love?&amp;nbsp; Why can&#39;t we find it?&amp;nbsp; I was looking
 for love and couldn&#39;t find it.&amp;nbsp; Looked for it in my new car,&amp;nbsp;but it 
wasn&#39;t there.&amp;nbsp; I abandoned the search after&amp;nbsp;looking under the seats, in 
the glove box, in the trunk, and under the hood.&amp;nbsp; Drove to the bank to 
see if it was there.&amp;nbsp; Asked the teller to hand me a withdrawal slip and 
tried to withdraw love form my checking account.&amp;nbsp; I filled in all of the
 blanks and placed L.O.V.E In the amount section then gave it to the 
teller.&amp;nbsp; She said she was sorry, but there was only money in my 
checking.&amp;nbsp; I apologized for wasting her time, bolted from the bank and 
rushed to my car.&amp;nbsp; I pulled up to my beautiful home with carefully 
trimmed grass around a freshly built two story with great room, vaulted 
ceilings, expensive paintings and old English furnishings.&amp;nbsp; Leaving 
nothing to chance, I threw caution to the wind and began turning over 
lamps, moving furniture, and flipping over rugs.&amp;nbsp; The longer the search 
took, the more desperation took over.&amp;nbsp; The search progressed with the 
turning over of chairs, pulling the mattresses off the beds, then 
snatching the cushions from the couches.&amp;nbsp; Two hours later my home looked
 like someone had driven a car from the front of the house to the back.&amp;nbsp;
 I found myself balled up in the middle of piles of clothes, dishes, and
 kitchen appliances.&amp;nbsp; It was so quiet that I could hear a rat pee on 
cotton and the beating of my heart.&amp;nbsp; Love finally revealed itself to me 
while I was laying in the middle of the floor.&amp;nbsp; It was with me all the 
time.&amp;nbsp; While standing in line at the bank,&amp;nbsp;many people&amp;nbsp;were trying to 
make bogus withdrawals.&amp;nbsp; We place too much value on material things and 
the thoughts of others.&amp;nbsp; If we would look within, we would love 
ourselves and wouldn&#39;t waste time accumulating the things we think will 
draw people to us.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/5089036901901464806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/5089036901901464806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdamit.blogspot.com/2012/08/misplaced-love.html' title='Misplaced Love'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08188412344505096385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187938177973518958.post-1992298659099748433</id><published>2012-07-05T18:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-12-17T03:51:53.847-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fast Food"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Value for your dollar"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vending"/><title type='text'>Not Alot For Your Dollar These Days</title><content type='html'>It is extremely hard in these though economic times to get what you pay for when buying Fast Food and using Vending Machines. When I visit Fast Food Restaurants and use Vending Machines, I recall my childhood and teenage years in the seventies and eighties and not only remember what a dollar was worth, but I remember the quality and quantity a dollar did purchase in those days. I can see it all now! I am riding in the car with my parents and siblings and we are on our way to McDonald&#39;s to get The Real Big Mac. We never ate fast food too often so my taste buds were running in to each other and my stomach was doing flip flops the night before in anticipation of those two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun. Back then McDonald&#39;s had the best French Fries known to man and you had to eat your burger and fries first because by the time you finish, you may be able to get your thick chocolate Milk Shake to come through the straw. Now fast forward 25 years to the present. I was never so disappointed in my life when I thought I would relive my childhood by eating a Big Mac. The quality of fast food has really declined. My guess is that the fast food industry wanted to maximize profits, so they made eating fast food more affordable and could not deliver the same quality they once did. At a glance the sandwich looked nothing like the sandwich they advertise on television. You know the sandwich that you can actually see the meat and cheese between the three pieces of bread. When I bit into the Low Budget Big Mac, the meat was so thin that I nearly chocked on the bread and special sauce. When I opened the bread up to see what was inside, the meat was so thin that I could see through it. And those fries that use to be so good are a shadow of their former selves. I wonder what they are made of? My son dropped some in the car when he was three. I found them when I was cleaning it out and they looked the same as they did when they were bought. As for the shakes, they are average at best.&lt;br /&gt;
When It comes to vending machines there is not a whole lot to say accept that I bought a bag of chips the other day and when I made my selection and the machine dispensed the brand of potato chips I selected, they floated down from the space they where in. It seems to me that the smaller the candy bar or potato chips, the more expensive they are. In this economic climate, it is tough for companies to stay a float with operating cost going up along with fuel prices and the American consumer is trying to be convinced that less is more.&lt;br /&gt;
When it comes to fast food. Most of the major players in the fast food industry shot themselves in the foot when they made their food so affordable Americans could eat it nearly every night. Super Sizing everything caused stomachs to become so big that they had to dumb down their food or cook it in different oil. Now the food has less flavor, but still popular because the present generation and the generation after mine never experienced the taste of the Real Big Mac, Good KFC Chicken, Wendy&#39;s real thick and juicy burgers and Burger Kings original Whooper.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/1992298659099748433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/1992298659099748433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdamit.blogspot.com/2012/07/not-alot-for-your-dollar-these-days.html' title='Not Alot For Your Dollar These Days'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08188412344505096385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187938177973518958.post-3709210086660980229</id><published>2012-07-05T18:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-12-17T03:57:21.930-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Florida"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stand Your Ground Law"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Trayvon Martin"/><title type='text'>There Seems To Be A Problem Standing Your Ground In Florida If You Are Black</title><content type='html'>Here is another case of the Bitch pulling down her blindfold and taking a peek at who is in line for Justice.&amp;nbsp; The Bitch I am speaking of is the symbol of the American&amp;nbsp;Justice System.&amp;nbsp; A female holding a scale with a&amp;nbsp;blindfold on as&amp;nbsp;not to&amp;nbsp;be able to see any individual standing in line to receive Justice under the Laws of these United States.&amp;nbsp; This symbol of the United States Justice System does not know if&amp;nbsp;one&amp;nbsp;is rich or poor and can not judge&amp;nbsp;what race or ethnic background one is from.&amp;nbsp; But in the case of Florida&#39;s Stand Your Ground Law, she has said to hell with this blindfold and has decided to view all involved.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Marissa Alexander shot at a wall to run off her abusive husband because she felt threatened.&amp;nbsp; No one was injured, but in early&amp;nbsp;May of 2012&amp;nbsp;a northeast Florida judge sentenced her to 20 years in Prison.&amp;nbsp; She was denied her right to protect herself by standing her ground.&amp;nbsp; She was sentenced under Florida&#39;s 10-20 Law.&amp;nbsp; When she fired her&amp;nbsp;gun not a soul was injured, but she was charged under Mandatory Minimum&amp;nbsp;Sentencing Laws for firing a gun.&amp;nbsp; The act was&amp;nbsp;viewed as a Felony.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Trevor Dooley another Black citizen of Florida was denied immunity under the Stand Your Ground Law.&amp;nbsp; The&amp;nbsp;Law&amp;nbsp;is Suppose to allow a citizen to defend him or her self if they feel threatened.&amp;nbsp; Deadly Force can be used in accordance with this Law.&amp;nbsp; Mr. Dooley shot and killed David James in a dispute over a youth Skateboarding on a Basketball Court.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mr. Dooley stated that he felt threatened while Mr.&amp;nbsp;James had his hands around his neck choking him.&amp;nbsp; His trial is set for the 4th of September.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHidden&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHiddenSpellWord&quot;&gt;Jeb&lt;/span&gt; Bush signed&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;Stand Your Ground Law in 2005.&amp;nbsp; The Bill was written by former Senator &lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHiddenSpellWord&quot;&gt;Durell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHiddenSpellWord&quot;&gt;Peaden&lt;/span&gt; and&amp;nbsp;co&amp;nbsp;sponsered by Rep. Dennis &lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHiddenSpellWord&quot;&gt;Baxley&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The Bill&amp;nbsp;was heavily supported by the National Rifle&amp;nbsp;Association&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;The American Legislative Exchange Council; a&amp;nbsp;so called nonpartisan&amp;nbsp;individual membership organization of state legislators which favor Federalism and Conservative Public Policy Solutions.&amp;nbsp; Draw your own conclusion.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;David and Charles Koch (coke) &lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHiddenSpellWord&quot;&gt;multi&lt;/span&gt;-billionaires, funders of&amp;nbsp;the Tea Party and against the reduction of Air Pollution also&amp;nbsp;backed&amp;nbsp; Stand your Ground Legislation.&amp;nbsp; The Koch brothers benefited from the 2009 Supreme Court decision that grants person-hood&amp;nbsp;to Corporations.&amp;nbsp; This gives them the power to support Ultra Conservative politions without being detected.&amp;nbsp; In 2010 the Supreme Court ruled that Unions and Corporations&amp;nbsp;could spend an unlimited amount of money&amp;nbsp;on&amp;nbsp;Campaign Advertising.&amp;nbsp; The Koch Brothers are anti Union&amp;nbsp;and is contributing what they can to dismantle Unions.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Former Senator &lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHiddenSpellWord&quot;&gt;Peaden&lt;/span&gt; stated that Zimmerman&amp;nbsp;has no protection under&amp;nbsp;his&amp;nbsp;Law because he ignored the 911&amp;nbsp;Operator and followed &lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHiddenSpellWord&quot;&gt;Trayvon&lt;/span&gt; Martin on February 26, 2012 which&amp;nbsp;resulted in Zimmerman allegedly shooting and killing &lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHiddenSpellWord&quot;&gt;Trayvon&lt;/span&gt; Martin.&amp;nbsp; Many states have a &lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHiddenSpellWord&quot;&gt;Chastle&lt;/span&gt; Doctrine or Stand Your Ground Law.&amp;nbsp; Alaska, Arizona, California, and Georgia.&amp;nbsp; If Zimmerman is convicted while claiming to be covered under Stand Your Ground, the Florida Law may be in jeopardy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHidden&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Routers wrote, &quot;Critics say the measure could lead to Racially Motivated killings and promote deadly escalations of arguments.&quot;&amp;nbsp; Since the &lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHiddenSpellWord&quot;&gt;Trayvon&lt;/span&gt; Martin shooting, Stand Your Ground Law cases in Florida&amp;nbsp;have gone form 13 to 36 or more. With the Stand Your Ground Law, the burden of Proof is&amp;nbsp;with the prosecution to prove with a reasonable doubt that the defendant did not shoot in self defense.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/3709210086660980229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/3709210086660980229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdamit.blogspot.com/2012/07/there-seems-to-be-problem-standing-your_05.html' title='There Seems To Be A Problem Standing Your Ground In Florida If You Are Black'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08188412344505096385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187938177973518958.post-5834288256073714480</id><published>2012-07-05T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-12-25T10:33:16.823-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blacks"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Negros"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Super Heros"/><title type='text'>Super Negro</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the farther reaches of outer space has come an almighty Super Mero.&amp;nbsp; With both male and female attributes; It hales from&amp;nbsp;planet Negrown in the Pork Chop Galaxy.&amp;nbsp; Where&amp;nbsp;Self&amp;nbsp;Serving and Self Absorbed Negros are not hatched or born; they are grown.&amp;nbsp; Once grown, they go through rigorous training.&amp;nbsp; They must be certified fools&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;Self&amp;nbsp;Promoting Trickery, Manipulating Thievery, Righteous Indignation, Hypocrisy, and strive to reach very low heights by selling&amp;nbsp;out their own kind&amp;nbsp;for little or nothing. So here it comes!&amp;nbsp; Able to avoid the truth at all costs,&amp;nbsp;able to misrepresent&amp;nbsp;itself without having to think, lies roll off its tongue like water rushing down a mighty stream.&amp;nbsp;Its a rented Bentley, its running off with the Churches Building Fund, or&amp;nbsp;Federal Student Financial Aid,&amp;nbsp;and leading Gods Sheep to the slaughter.&amp;nbsp; Its not a Voter Registration&amp;nbsp;Drive or&amp;nbsp;Coopertive Economics. &amp;nbsp; Its Super Negro!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/5834288256073714480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/5834288256073714480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdamit.blogspot.com/2012/07/super-negros.html' title='Super Negro'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08188412344505096385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187938177973518958.post-4134317092280308866</id><published>2012-07-05T18:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2012-07-05T19:03:32.959-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Honesty"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lesson Learned"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Loyalty"/><title type='text'>Will We Ever Learn???</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Headlines! Detroit Mayor Arrested for Perjury and Obstruction.&amp;nbsp; Morris Brown&amp;nbsp;College Lost its&amp;nbsp;Accreditation and Federal Funding due to Financial Mismanagement.&amp;nbsp; Atlanta Public Schools on Probation&amp;nbsp;amists&amp;nbsp;CRCT&amp;nbsp;Cheating Scandal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It looks like&amp;nbsp;some&amp;nbsp;Blacks in positions of authority and great responsibility&amp;nbsp;is suffering from a serious case of Negroisum or a extreme case of an inability to make sound and ethical decisions when it comes to performing duties while holding positions of great trust and authority.&amp;nbsp; Supervisors, School Board Members, Mayors,&amp;nbsp;City Counsel&amp;nbsp;Members, Ministers&amp;nbsp;etc.&amp;nbsp; Paid or Unpaid some of&amp;nbsp;these individuals are not understanding that they do not represent themselves, but are serving the people that voted for them and trust them to carry out the duties of their offices in a ethical manner.&lt;br /&gt;
Many say&amp;nbsp;they should not be viewed&amp;nbsp;differently because they are&amp;nbsp;African American and are conducting themselves like many that hold those positions.&amp;nbsp; They should be held to a higher standard.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;These individuals get elected&amp;nbsp;or appointed to these positions and act&amp;nbsp;as if they do not&amp;nbsp;owe their Communities, Wives, Kids, Ancestors, and God anything.&amp;nbsp; They act like they have been given a pass to bring shame on their people by not matering&amp;nbsp;Self Control.&amp;nbsp; Why is it that when some people get a position, money, or power they loose&amp;nbsp;common sense and&amp;nbsp;their ability&amp;nbsp;to reason.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;These&amp;nbsp;people become arrogant and walk around with their asses on their backs thinking they are a ruler and can break any and ever&amp;nbsp;Law they please.&amp;nbsp; It is no longer the people&#39;s money or budget.&amp;nbsp; &quot;It is my budget!&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&quot;I do not represent the&amp;nbsp;Students in my district.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&quot;I represent my dam self.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;I am Mr. or Miss. My&amp;nbsp;Do Do Don&#39;t Stink and to hell with my husband, wife, community and race.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Those So and SOs ain&#39;t done nothing but believe in me, support me, love me and elect me to represent them.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;What the hell is that?&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;I don&#39;t&amp;nbsp;owe&amp;nbsp;no body anything!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
Ofcourse&amp;nbsp;no one is&amp;nbsp;perfect, but&amp;nbsp;most know right from wrong.&amp;nbsp; There&amp;nbsp;are enough examples of this type of behavior for people&amp;nbsp;to follow and not come in and make the same errors.&amp;nbsp; There should be a push for the communities that these Clowns represent to&amp;nbsp;step up their&amp;nbsp;efforts to hold them accountable.&amp;nbsp; Taring and feathering should not be left out.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/4134317092280308866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/4134317092280308866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdamit.blogspot.com/2012/07/will-we-ever-learn.html' title='Will We Ever Learn???'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08188412344505096385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187938177973518958.post-5637029181553969686</id><published>2012-07-05T18:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-07-05T19:04:43.198-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bernard Madoff"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Greedy People"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ponzi Scheme"/><title type='text'>Pure Greed 1</title><content type='html'>I looked up Greed in my American Heritage Dictionary and Greed is defined as an excessive desire for more than one needs or deserve.&amp;nbsp; Also Greedy is wishing to possess more than one needs or deserves.&lt;br /&gt;
The pure Greed in the Greedy investors made it easy for 70 year old Bernard Madoff to swindle billions out of investors.&amp;nbsp; Someone lost their college tuition.&amp;nbsp; A couple lost their life savings of $3 million.&amp;nbsp; Others lost retirements and charitable contributions.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHidden&quot;&gt;What thing other than Greed would make intelligent people give their money to this strange looking man?&amp;nbsp; How much money is enough?&amp;nbsp; If someone has millions of dollars that they would never live to spend and if a &lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHiddenSpellWord&quot;&gt;couble&lt;/span&gt; has enough money to retire and live comfortable, why would they risk all they have unless they were Greedy?&amp;nbsp; It is like the story about the dog who had a bone, came to a pond and saw his reflection.&amp;nbsp; He thought he saw another dog with a bone and wanted that &lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHiddenSpellWord&quot;&gt;dogs&#39;&lt;/span&gt; bone.&amp;nbsp; While going after his own reflection, he lost his bone in the pond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Had these so called victims been wiser, maybe they would not have lost any or all of their money.&amp;nbsp; This is a part of American Culture.&amp;nbsp; Some feel entitled to any and everything.&amp;nbsp; Not only money, but power.&amp;nbsp; Madoffs&#39; Greed took over his conscious and caused him to feel entitled to take the investors money.&amp;nbsp; Do not lament or pity these Greedy individuals, but let us pour water on our own desire to obtain more than we need or deserve.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/5637029181553969686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/5637029181553969686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdamit.blogspot.com/2012/07/pure-greed-1_05.html' title='Pure Greed 1'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08188412344505096385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187938177973518958.post-2268898945445006239</id><published>2012-07-05T18:32:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2012-07-05T19:05:49.944-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bernard Madoff"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Greedy People"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ponzi Scheme"/><title type='text'>Pure Greed 2</title><content type='html'>I never knew how&amp;nbsp;dangerous&amp;nbsp;Pure Greed could be until I took the time to do more far reaching research.&amp;nbsp; Bernard Madoff was the author and publisher of the Largest Stock Fraud in history.&amp;nbsp; He fooled&amp;nbsp;investors out of 65 Billion Dollars and is now serving a 150 year sentence at Butner Federal Prison in Butner North Carolina.&amp;nbsp; Madoff&#39;s would be victims range from&amp;nbsp;the very wealthy&amp;nbsp;to so called&amp;nbsp;average working class&amp;nbsp;Americans.&amp;nbsp; Whole families gave Madoff all of their money to manage.&amp;nbsp; Jewish Philanthropic organizations allowed Madoff to manage their investments. The one time non&amp;nbsp;Exsecutive&amp;nbsp;Chairman of NASDAQ ran a la git investment firm in the lipstick building in downtown Manhattan which his sons Mark and Andrew was running when the&amp;nbsp;crap hit the fan.&amp;nbsp; Just a few floors below&amp;nbsp;is where he centralized his&amp;nbsp;Investment Advisory operation. &amp;nbsp;As early as 1960 Madoff&amp;nbsp;became a Market Maker, but ran a side hustle as a&amp;nbsp;Investment Adviser.&amp;nbsp; He offered his clients 18 percent return on their money.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Michael Bienes and Frank Avellino who&amp;nbsp;worked as accountants with Madoff&#39;s father in-law where&amp;nbsp;at the&amp;nbsp;top of the&amp;nbsp;pyramid issuing promisary&amp;nbsp;notes&amp;nbsp;to investors with a rate of&amp;nbsp;return on them for their investment.&amp;nbsp; As they took on more investors, they&amp;nbsp;made as much as&amp;nbsp;10&amp;nbsp;Million&amp;nbsp;dollars a year.&amp;nbsp; Michael Bienes in a interview stated that they just took a little off the top.&amp;nbsp; &quot;We were never Pigs.&quot;&amp;nbsp; he exclaimed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I looked at him as he made this statement and could see &lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHiddenSpellWord&quot;&gt;barbee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;mceItemHiddenSpellWord&quot;&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; sauce on his lips and shirt.&amp;nbsp; Even after they were shut down by the Securities and Exchange Commission and had to return 441 Million Dollars to their investors, they still were funneling investors to Madoff through another source.&amp;nbsp; All trails lead back to Madoff, but he was not investigated by the SEC&amp;nbsp;though he had thousand of clients and managed billions of dollars, he made money for his clients no matter the conditions of the market and was not registered.&amp;nbsp; Harry Markopolos invested 4 hours of his time and figured out what the others willingly overlooked.&amp;nbsp; He contacted the SEC in 2000, 2002, 2005, 2007&amp;nbsp;and 2008, but was not taken serious.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In 2007 the economy was sliding&amp;nbsp;which forced many of&amp;nbsp;Madoff clients to&amp;nbsp;make withdrawals and when Madoff could not come up with the money&amp;nbsp;his clients requested, the gig&amp;nbsp;was up and on December 11 2008&amp;nbsp;he confessed to his sons and brother Peter&amp;nbsp;that it all was&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;Lie.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What part does his&amp;nbsp;victims play in the scheme of things?&amp;nbsp; They take&amp;nbsp;no responsibility for the part they played as Greedy Opportunist.&amp;nbsp; In Scam of the Century victims&amp;nbsp;were interview.&amp;nbsp; All thinking they were set for life.&amp;nbsp; Joyce Greenburg and three generations of her family let&amp;nbsp;Bernard Madoff manage all of their money.&amp;nbsp; Ms. Greenburg a&amp;nbsp;stock Broker herself could not find anything wrong with Madoff&#39;s operation.&amp;nbsp; Just the fact that they&amp;nbsp;made money with Madoff no matter&amp;nbsp;if the market was up or down&amp;nbsp;should have raised a red flag to a person with little knowledge of&amp;nbsp;the Stock Market.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In&amp;nbsp;Palm Beach Florida a playground for the wealthy where people are use to having it all, many&amp;nbsp;a Madoff investor felt&amp;nbsp;the after affects of loosing&amp;nbsp;millions with Madoff.&amp;nbsp; Many&amp;nbsp;ran to a&amp;nbsp;near by&amp;nbsp;pawn shop to&amp;nbsp;off load some of their trinkets to obtain badly needed cash to sustain what is left of their lavish lifestyles.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A woman retired and moved&amp;nbsp;to Florida expecting&amp;nbsp;to live off of the&amp;nbsp;Monopoly Money she made with Bernard Madoff&amp;nbsp;ended up with no life savings and&amp;nbsp;stuck with just her social security check. &amp;nbsp;When minds are clouded with Greed, the returns are good and everything seems to checkout,&amp;nbsp;common sense and rational thinking&amp;nbsp;is put on the back burner.&amp;nbsp; This created a perfect storm with the ad of the SEC&amp;nbsp;turning a&amp;nbsp;blind eye and a def ear.&amp;nbsp; This leads one to know that the rabbit hole goes farther then we know.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The victims wanted people to know that those that Madoff Duped are not just&amp;nbsp;Rich and Greedy, but many are&amp;nbsp;regular folk.&amp;nbsp; Greedy people come from all walks of life.&amp;nbsp; They to have a quest also to obtain more then they need or deserve.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/2268898945445006239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/2268898945445006239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdamit.blogspot.com/2012/07/pure-greed-1.html' title='Pure Greed 2'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08188412344505096385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187938177973518958.post-2871001109064153779</id><published>2012-07-05T18:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-07-05T19:07:09.159-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blacks"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="President Obama"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Poor"/><title type='text'>President Obama can not save Blacks People and the Poor</title><content type='html'>If Black people and the Poor think that President Obama is going to save them, they are mistaken.&amp;nbsp; He could not have won the Presidency running as the so called Minority and Poor Folks candidate and will not win reelection as such.&amp;nbsp; Race and Class is still the defining issue in America.&lt;br /&gt;
Issues in the Black Community have long been complex and cultural.&amp;nbsp; The history of Black Folk in this country is well documented, but not talked about enough.&amp;nbsp; In addition to a Unemployment Rate nearly twice the national average, a high incarceration rate and other disproportionately negative statistics there is the long standing cultural issue of Disunity.&amp;nbsp; As long as there is not a willingness to take responsibility for the present situation in the Black Community, there will be a willingness to look for a Savior.&amp;nbsp; It is easier to take the sugar pill filled with pity and excuses then to take the bitter pill&amp;nbsp;filled with responsibility and cooperation.&lt;br /&gt;
It is safe to assume that many Africans Americans thought that the election of President Obama would bring way more sensitivity to so called Minority issues.&amp;nbsp; The President is suppose to represent all Americans , but that has not been the case lately with his Administration and many before it.&amp;nbsp; His feet is being held to the fire by Dr. Cornel West who is taking the President to task for his inability to address the issues of the Poor and Unemployed.&amp;nbsp; Low voter turn out during the Mid-Term Elections has caused the President to have to make political deals with the Republicans in order to get some of his policies through.&amp;nbsp; Instead of complaining communities are going to have to relearn how to band together in these tough times.&amp;nbsp; If the Black Community is going to benefit from the Obama Presidency, there is some house cleaning to be done.&amp;nbsp; Charity begins at home.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/2871001109064153779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187938177973518958/posts/default/2871001109064153779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdamit.blogspot.com/2012/07/president-obama-can-not-save-blacks.html' title='President Obama can not save Blacks People and the Poor'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08188412344505096385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>