Plain and Simple Truth

Keep on Pushing

2006-06-19T09:59:00.000-10:00

I have been more emotional today than an Ethiopian with no legs watching a donut roll down the street, more than Felisha winning a shopping spree (check http://analisagubuan.blogspot.com/2006/05/felisha-trilogy.html), and more than Michael Jackson in YMCA 3rd grade swim class. Yes, as fucked up, true, and unfortunately true as the previous statement respectively, I have been that emotional. You see, today is Father’s Day. I am a single father…not a father that is single, even though I am…anyway, before I create a writers block…since I left for deployment (active duty navy), I haven’t heard from my children. Well, until today. Earlier today, my Mom sent me pictures of my oldest daughter on her visit to see my older sister on my nieces first birthday. I later had the opportunity to use a phone to speak to my father and my youngest two. The first thing they said to me was “Happy Father’s Day”. And that it is!!!

You see people; fathers are not like mothers, we do not get the constant recognition on T.V. from superstars…”I love you Mom”. That might be because a good number of men really are not around to get that praise…sorry muthafuckas don’t damn deserve it. But, it leaves a bad taste in the mouth of the ones that do. We (good fathers) only need what I got today. Recognition…a low level of appreciation that makes missing them for the past four months well worth thinking of them every waking moment. To all the worlds best, I send out a message for you: Keep doing what you are doing. There is going to be that one day when you are going to get a picture in the mail, a phone call, a card from your young saying thank you. I promise you, every bead of sweat, every tear of thought, every breathe for them is well worth being alive on this day. Thank you, God! Happy Father’s Day to you too!!!

You must drive a BMW?

2006-06-15T07:05:00.000-10:00

Hisophisodity (hi-so-fis-so-dit-e) (adj.): on the same social, financial, mental level as your surrounding peers, neighbors, or known associates and swear you are better. 2) stuck up, broke as mutha-fu***.

Ever come across a person that lives close to you that has just as many roaches as you do, yet walk around with their noses up in the air as if their shit don’t stank. Or meet some Mary Kay representatives? Why are people like this? I mean, is anything going to get accomplished any faster if you feel like you are better than me. If this were a movie, you would be the first to die…violently. The crowd would cheer just because you are dead. This is kinda similar to the media's reactions to any terrorist member getting blown the fuck up. Yeah, I look like I can pull Stacey Dash if I wanted to. Yeah, my nails are clean and my feet are pretty. Yet, my shit smells like waste. I am not perfect. I do not protest to be. I just take the time to achieve quality shit out of life and have fun along the way. If a toilet needs to be cleaned, I am not hiring a maid service. Bitch please!!! Now, if you make enough money to do so, then by all means, spend it. Someone does clean toilets for a living. They deserve an opportunity to make money and provide for themselves and their loved ones. But, to the muthafucka that lives in a neighborhood that has three 7/11’s and twelve liquor stores in an 8 sq. mile radius…get real.
You are not better than me, the single mother whose kid still picks their nose at the table, or the garbage man that wishes he had a different route because you are too sorry to tie your own trash bags.

What is real? The Truth is!

2006-06-11T10:48:00.000-10:00

"And all things, whatsoever ye shall ask in prayer,

believing, ye shall receive."

Matthew 21:22

Image for a moment what could happen if you received everything you prayed for? Wouldn't that make you happy? What a wonderful thought to know that anything you desired, with an open heart could be yours! The above passage from the book of Matthew is very powerful because it states two important things that God will bless you with whatever you pray and believe for, and that the Creator has given you the honor of being co-creator in your own life. What we don't recognize is that prayer doesn't necessarily mean sitting down, folding our hands and taking time out to talk to God. Prayer comes in many forms and is often quite informal. When was the last time you caught yourself muttering something under your breath? Did you know that consistently talking to yourself is also form of prayer? Yes, there is the type of prayer where we make time to sit down, quietly and thank God for the things we have and ask for his assistance in our lives and then there is the informal prayer where we are saying things absently mindedly. In reality you are also summoning certain realities in your life. The next time you get frustrated and say things like, "I know I'm not going to get a new job, or I know I'm not going to get a better home,' just remember, that you are reversing your blessings by essentially telling God that you don't deserve the 'new job, 'or 'new home.' How about on those days that you wake up on the wrong side of the bed and state, "this is going to be a bad day," and you really believe that the day is just going to end up awful. Just watch all the negative things which happen, only because you called for it and believed it! The book of Matthew also states, "Ask, and it shall be given you . . . " Be mindful of what you ask for and be careful of what you think. Your words and thoughts are constantly creating your reality.

All praises to the Creator, Amen

Rev. Kim Allen

Brothas and Sistas

2006-06-01T00:32:00.000-10:00

Ya know what? I am steadily growing sick of…my own ‘people’. The entertainment business and the sports world has really opened the hearts and minds of people that have had ancestors that used to or may have at some point ridiculed or ruled over people of color, any color for that matter. All of mankind has faced some sort of oppression, whether from military take over to self inflicted. But, none ponder over it more than ‘my people’.
Black America has yet to get it right. Listen to our most popular source of music…most of it is about being released from confinement, doing shit to get put into confinement, or showing off as if we are not used to having shit. Everyone wants to get out the ‘Ghetto’ or control its streets. It wouldn’t be that way if we cut our grass, took out our trash, honestly disciplined our children and our neighbors lil bad as kids too. Damn it, I am a genius…maybe we should start putting down the guns and start whooping our own ass. That seems to be the only time we fucking act right…after an ass whippin. “Whether you won the fight our not…you live son. You live to fight another day…” (Message…) Fuck it! Let’s go back to slavery days. The days of an ol’ Negro spiritual are gone. Well, “Bitch betta have my money” is popular amongst the younger generation nowadays. Tupac and Biggie get more shout outs than Marcus Garvey, Martin Luther King, Malcolm X. Have I pissed you off yet…No? Well, we should. I wouldn’t mind. I’ms in the house wit Massa…Get! Gone na! Get you ass back in that fucking yard Nigga! Pissed off now, ain’t you. Dumbmuthafucka…we call each other “Nigga” at least 60 times a day. But, I change the context…now you all mad.
Call me what you want…I got my 40 acres and a mule…I earned it. I took advantage of the opportunity my ancestors left for me. Born and raised in Atlanta, the birthplace of one of our most influential leaders of our Black American history, I felt the pain of our peoples struggle. My father could use certain water fountains. He had to watch movies and the renowned Fox Theatre as a child from the balcony. Yet, he raised me as my grandfather raised him, proud to be alive and looked at by loved ones as a human being and a proud American, rather than a black.
This mentality is killing me. Why in the hell do we walk around like we are ballin our of control and our cell phone bill is late, we stop at McDonalds for lunch, still gripping wood grain…pencils to sign up for state welfare. Bill Gates, one of the richest men in the world, he doesn’t have a need to get the latest gear, the biggest pinky ring, deck his car out with 24”s. Why do we? As a matter of fact, I have only seen him in the public eye once that I can recall. If you wanted to learn how to play basketball the right way, would you watch some professional or consult a coach. Key emphasis is on the right way. We can google shit to find directions to a mall or a club, but when was the last time your ass went to a museum, library, or even a park. Oh yeah, your neighbors got evicted so your cable got shut off. Typical…still depending on that “hook up”, figures you would need help…nigga! Too bad we are not really related, I would have kicked your ass by now...several times.
Don’t think I am done…I am just starting at the bottom and working my way up. The uppity broke people are next…

Out of Sight, Out of mind

2006-05-23T01:24:00.000-10:00

I have three beautiful children who I have yet to hear from in nearly four months. I blame myself...poor choice in their mothers...yeah, two of them. I respect my oldest daughter’s mother dearly, for she has come a long way in her life. She has remarried and the relationship seems to be a lasting one (You would think that she would leave me the f*** alone since she now has her man…yeah right). The other is a work in progress, but she is maturing as well. She too, still gets the utmost from me because of her position in life, not that she deserves it for I have custody of my younger two. Yet, my obligation to serve my country and currently being deployed overseas, however has forced me to live with the reality of my generation-children being raised in separated-parent homes.
What kills me is the mentality around this unstable situation. When I am available, my phone, email, and doorbell is constantly taking me away from doing what most fathers that love there children do...play with their kids to teach them the lessons in life. Amazing how convenient I am when they (grown women) need something. I pay for everything necessary, and yet they still want for something. They even want for something when my children are spending months and years on end with me. Guess this is my job as a provider? Naw, this us bullsh**! My father and the fathers of my childhood friends didn’t have to deal with women in this fashion. I would do whatever it takes to ensure a smile is on my children’s faces and still have presents under the tree just as the example I had growing up.
But, in return, what do I f***ing get. Not a letter, not a card, nothing from my kids to let me know that they are fine. I know they are. If they weren’t, I would be getting some Red Cross message sending me home in an emergency. “God…I am being careful what I am asking for. Please don’t let that idiot (the Devil) mess with me.” I know my kids love me. They know I love them. I even send them postcards from everywhere in the world I go to. I even send Mother’s Day and Happy Birthday cards and gifts to their mothers and other siblings. Yet, nothing in return out of respect of me being the father of their children. Good men only need recognition of good, respectable work to keep them going. Thank you NFL for recognizing our sacrifice. Wonder why we watch a lot of sports programs? While watching, however, ever wonder why ‘mothers’ only get props…”Hi Mom, love you!!!” Go figure.

This blog is not meant to disgrace the good, beautiful mothers of the world. It is meant to open your eyes to see from someone else's shoes in the same position, doing the same f**king thing.

Power of the Truth

2006-04-18T05:35:00.000-10:00

"Have you ever heard of a playa with no game, told the truth to get what I want and shout it with no shame..." (Growing Old...Andre 3000-ATLiens)
This is me...why lie, she don't know me. Yet, as I travel the world over, I see it over and over as if she really cares. Men meet women and automatically start "spitting game". We (and I only say 'we' because I am a man) do a damn good job at it too. Yeah, the 'game' works when you know you are only going to see her once. But, most people don't travel past the 7/11 on the corner MLK and Spring St. So, what the hell are you lying for. You know good and well the bitch lives four blocks up. Nigga, that is yo momma's car.
As I got older, I realized that it was a game. But, it was played on both sides. Women are great liars. Men..we only lie to complete our sentences that usually are centered around the truth. "Uhh, is that your car?" We reply "You see me driving it don't you...(the lie)hell yeah, that's my car!" From the words of my Pop, "Women will lie about every damn thing just to confuse the shit out of us." But, they lie because we rarely give a damn anyway. If men paid attention, women would be caught in every damn lie.
Here lies the 'Power of the Truth'. I tell the truth because I know she won't believe me anyway. But, can you imagine my reality when she finds out that I told the truth. She will suck me and fuck me until it hurts. She knows she can trust me. But, if I didn't tell the truth from the start, then what starts wrong will end badly. Go figure.
Alright, now all we need is for either men or women to stop lying. Who is going to step up?

A new era: Plain and Simple Truth

2006-04-01T21:18:00.000-10:00

No one is completely honest. Why? Hell if I know. I just try to be as honest as possible as often as possible. Just think for a minute what the world would be like if everyone was honest. None on the usual safety nets would exist that we have created in order to keep order. Locks, codes, passwords, safes, secrets...gone. Keys, those damn things would be gone too. Shit, my favorite to disappear would be condoms. But, nowadays you can't trust a woman for shit. And, yeah, I am sure they say the same thing bout us.
I could be the typical country mo-fo and say 'it the white man'(LOL). But, I am southern...it was our own kind...mankind. We are our own worst enemies. We created this shit because we know there is another one of us out there that just don't know how to fucking act right. It could be whatever race, nationality, creed, or sex in the world. Muthafuckas just can't control themselves.
Me, I am on a new level, since I have been to hell and back(ex-wife story...some other time). I am here to thell the truth from how I see it. Now keep in mind, I am a young black male, but well educated and loved as a child. My views will seem somewhat distorted from the reality of today, not that I was raised in a sheltered home with overbearing parents, but from a point of view that is just the "Plain and Simple Truth".