THEY COME IN THREES

In the last three months, three of my friends have lost one of their children. They weren't school kids, no they had been around long enough to have kids of their own, long enough for their mothers to form wonderful lasting relationships with. They knew each other so well and then....
Catherine and I were kids together, next door neighbors, hide and go seek friends. We would have a fight maybe once a year and the next day right back best friends. We grew up and she had three hell raising little boys when one day her house caught on fire. Then there was one. Afterwhile a little girl joined her household with wild flashing green eyes that freaked everybody out, and my son got to be friends with her, thought she was beautiful. She died last month from the causes of a terrible car accident years ago. Another of Catherine's children was dead. How do you handle that?
Then there was Donna whom I worked with, had lunch every day with for 18 years and she lost a grown daughter who left behind a couple kids. And last night I talked to my friend Elaine, my strip dancing partner friend , my fun singing back up friend. She brought into this world one that was fine, and one with a fragile heart. She too left behind children and another mourning mother.
What are we to do? It's part of life, it's the way things go, God giveth and God taketh away? You lost a child..............I can't even imagine.

THE BEST AND THE BRIGHTEST ARE LEAVING

They are going back home, to their homelands, their countries, their tribes or whatever they call home. They don't want to stay here, in the USA? In Gods country? Evidently not. They are returning to the Middle east, the Far east, India, China and just about everywhere else than this dying land and racist people. You see, they are only valued for what they can do for us, give us, work for us, but the homegrown Americans haven't yet got it through their heads, we ain't the best and the brightest, anymore. Oh it's ok if the Asians are smart, they have been here a long time and we know they are but, who are the rest of these people? And their Brown! All shades of Brown and they have gone to school here and now their taking their brains and expertise back to their homelands, which leaves us with what?

There are Brown and Black people in America now. Some are here in a good way, others just walked in or were dragged but amidst all that, they are progressing, ruling, swaying whole districts of votes and the Government is or should be nervous. Well the Senate and Congress that represent these guys and girls, that vie for votes in these Black and Brown segments of society, and don't want to foot the Health bill, or better schools etc will be remembered by them. And Lord knows if these people in America, get as smart and driven as those from other countries, Americans are going to have field day on the ruling class that holds sway now. Mexicans very shortly will OWN California, Arizona, New Mexico and if Texas blinks......well. Me thinks they should treat Obama, very nicely. He may be their last, best hope for mankind.

SOMEBODY'S ON THE MOON!

Not everybody keeps up with the space age and I know that. And for most, unless its announced on The View or CNN most of the people around me wouldn't know, water was discovered on the Moon with a very thin but exsisting atmosphere. Now the first thing everybody should do is a double take. Didnt they tell us in school the moon was dead? Yep, sure did! They didnt tell us it was hollow, and they didn't tell us there was somebody up there working and had been for 40 years. Now I know anyone that reads this, which might be one other person, isnt going to believe that but the Indians and Chandra said so. NASA, said so. Who ya gonna believe?
I have suspected from my research into things null and supposedly void nor could happen, there are crews on the Moon, Mars and who knows where else? From the looks of it, this stuff has been going on since the Sixties and was probably really started in earnest when the Robot head was found.



What? Yeah, a mechanized robot head. Just laying in Shorty Crater without a worry in the other world. And all around him/it, mechanical rubbage with still shiny pieces, looking like they'd been hit with a really hot laser. But nobody is interested in that it seems, but I bet they will be when ships start taking off from here, headed to earth's new home and leaving this to us, with us, on it.

ABOUT YOUR THOUGHTS ON HEALTH CARE

Sept. 20, 2009
I am so sick and tired of hearing what people think of Obama's health care plan. It's going to make us socialized, its going to kill old people, it's going to help the rich and not the poor and on and on and on.
SHUT the ____ UP!

No body has read the bill they are trying to decide on yet, so how do all these people know what is in it? I feel like they are the same people that critique movies they've never seen and give reviews on books they've never read. In other words they are talking out of their asses, where most of them have stored their brains anyway.

I think I will wait until I'm privy to what is really in it before going off half-cocked on what it will be. Hell, maybe Im the only crazy one but I cant critique a movie if I don't see it, how dumb is that? I cant tell you to ban a book I've never read, that sounds like what Catholics do and you know how dumb that is. I never have figured out how I could let a bunch of sex starved old men tell me what to read. Maybe if they read some of the books they'd leave the little boys alone.

Mom used to say, if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all. I never got through that either.

NO SUCH THING AS SPACE

I am convinced there is no such thing as space. It's all filled up with orbs and ghosts, things walking around you can't see, things walking around you can see but don't know where they came from. I think our livable space is like Dark Matter, you can't see it but it takes up most of the universe.

Ever since Digital cameras came on line, or as regular folks say, got invented, there have been a cacophony of revelations that have popped up in the subconscious view as well as our normal daily life. There is stuff there you can't couldn't make up and all this time I thought crack-heads and assorted other junkies, were hallucinating. Their not! They have their minds in a groove that shows them what Shaman, Seers, Tibetan monks and Hindu Holy men see. What Graham Hancock saw on Ayahuaska (or however its spelled) What guided the primative man to paint on the french cave walls, they are all tuned in to the symphony we cant hear. Someone is really speaking to them and we think their crazy. We say LSD and all other drugs, (except the ones your Doc gives you that occassionaly sends you on a lolly trip) are bad and those people that are addicted or outcasts, but we (who HAVE to have that Dr. drug) are not. Whether or not we label that groove, right or wrong, they are laying on it in real time and we havent chance of joing them on this oldest of journeys unless we open our western minds and take a chance at knowledge.

There are living lifeforms, (bad english) just swiming around us here and in outer space. Real stuff that moves under its own power. Dont think so? Take a look at STS-75. That'll learn ya! But what ever you may think, there are crowds around you, with you every minute of everday and at times, time itself disrupts in your path and you could step into another frame of it and be lost forever, or like me, can step in, discover a whole new dimension, then step back. I guarantee you, when you step back in, people look real stupid when they say, "there is no such thing."

EUREKA!!

There aren't a whole lot of series I like to watch. If I like it, you can lay good money it will be canceled fo' sho'. Then a couple years ago a new very different series started called, Eureka and my life was changed. Well, maybe not really but it sure got to be more enjoyable. The cast is almost a rotating one with people leaving then popping up again weeks down the line or next year. One constant actor in the show is the main character, Jack Carter the cop and last season the show ended with him getting fired. What a cliff hanger. So they are back now and I'm happy, so's Jack who was replaced with a robot but the robot decided he couldn't do as well as Jack, and got back in the box. Jack is just too cute.

Its different to the point all races are in it and everybody is a genius but the Cop and his deputy, Jo Lupo who try valiantly every week to keep everyone safe and the town running on an even keel, sort of like a black-ops Mayberry and the Cop even has a kid though not a genius, she can keep up. Beautiful Black Sally Richardson is the HNIC and two men, one her ex-husband who died last season and the Cop both wanted to marry her. The Deputy, Jo Lupo is a former Special-ops girl who thinks guns are peachy keen and knows how to use them. There is your everyday Geek, astronaut mechanic with a PhD, bad boy genius afraid of commitment and once, a woman that had been affected with a kind of radiation that enabled her to live 130 years, so far.

Nothing like this has ever been on, but there have been a few takeoffs on it. So next Friday the 4th there will be hour to hour all day episodes of Eureka. Why don't you see if it might not be the happiest, lightest, funnist show you ever saw? If you like soap operas this is for you, only its a "cant tell you because Id have to shoot you" kind of soap.

ARE WE MOVING TOO FAST?

We can now create life by manipulating our DNA, or at least somethings', DNA. I guess now we don't have to wait for the aliens to land, we are creating our own. One well known scientist boasted that soon instead of video games, we could give our children Bio-kits and they could create their own lifeforms. Of course we would have to tell them don't play with the viruses. Now anyone that has just one child, knows you tell a child don't and they do. Simple! Which is the one argument I have with God because he told Adam and Eve "don't" touch the tree of knowledge, which of course they did and God had the audacity to get pissed off about it, which being God he would have know from the beginning they would so, was he just setting us up to fail? We weren't supposed to know anything and just run around the garden eating grass and playing Hide and go Seek? Well let me tell you the trouble you can get into, playing Hide and Seek. Maybe picking that proverbial apple saved them from a lot of hanky-panky. That still doesn't ease my mind on creating alien lifeforms of things with a million legs, segmented bodies, huge jaws lull of crunching teeth and red eyes. All scary things have red eyes, so we gotta have them.

OLD FRIENDS, SELF-DEFENSE AND DERANGED THOUGHTS

I got an email from and old friend today with a poem about keeping in contact with old friends. I haven't heard from him but once in a year, so who needs the poem. I told him so and will probably never hear from him again. He was my first boyfriend when I was 12. He never quite understood why I broke it off but it was probably because he didn't follow through, like now.

I saw a video on self defense that sported a can of wasp spray being better than mace and I will agree with that because the average woman is too scared to move fast enough to get the spray on the guy before the guy gets her so being able to spray up to 20 ft with think, might do her some good. Me? I'll stick with my shotgun. I dont have to worry about missing with it.

Things are really bad right for jobs and houses. I have a kid with more letters behind her name than the name is itself and she is unemployed. That has to feel strange to her, she's had a job since she was 14 and she's a grandmother now.

I love Google Earth. Keeps people from lying about where they live and how they live. It's the best thing since Atlas Maps.

It's going to be 119 again today, and people are dying on the Arizona hiking trails. I think they must be tourist. Every summer the California people come and move in their summer homes here and start out in the morning of their first vacation day jogging, I suppose to keep in shape like they do in California and without water bottles, which I know you can do in California. But the next morning you never see them again. Maybe it's because it may be 99 at 7AM but its 115 an hour later........we have been hotter than Death Valley. Cracks me up.

HE DIDN'T MEAN TO LEAVE SO SOON

Remember that song back in the day, Freddies Dead? Such a sad song and now Michaels dead. And I dont think he planned on going just yet, there was that London thing.....
We all had thoughts and opinions about Michael but in the end, we watched a small boy rise in the annals of great performers in the world, the whole world people, to become the greatest of them. There are just a very few stars that are identified by an item, he was identified by a few. Dressed in black with his head down and his hand on his hat. Anytime you see a black hat tipped that way you will think of Michael. Or two sparkling socks and highwater pants. Michael. Frankenstien? Michael, because Thriller raised the bar on how music would be presented from that day on MSNTV and took the industry by storm. The music, choreography, showing the world we had tons of talented black dancers.

He kept raising the bar for the duration of his performing and we may have all thought 50 was a little old to come out and start cutting a rug again but Rolling Stones did it, why not Michael? Yeah, we tend to apply the same restrictions and shortcomings to others we have on our selves but the rules we live by are not those they, the entertainers live by. They drink, do drugs, sleep with little boys, don,t wear underwear and fall in love for 15 minutes with each other, gender optional. The cant live like us, they are talented, genius, full of a fire most cant fathom and that is as it should be. They are a little crazy, and I for one can speak to this, but husbands, wives, lovers everybody and everything takes a back seat to that stage.

We all watch Michael grow from a little boy to a big boy because there was no time in between to be a boy. No trips to the zoo, no rides on the ferris wheel, no baseball outside, just hit it from the chorus, again. And he probably thought, when he grew up he would have everything he ever wanted even if it was a new nose and a different color, and he did.

WHEN REBELS RULED

Life in this century,in this country is becoming ridiculously stagnant. Since I was a kid in the 40's and 50's children are dull, boring brats that exist with no imagination, no discipline and only aware of life to the next technological invention that will blow out their eardrums with music plugged to their heads or an Iphone with fantastic apps. All power has been taken from their stupid parents that cant figure out not to make love to a vacuum cleaner hose and after reading the caution text on items bought, one loses all faith in the human brain if you cant decide if you should put cottage cheese in an oven or a refrigerator.

We are not to think anymore, not individually in any case. We are to all think the same, have the same values, believe in the same lie, trust what is shown us and told to us by the administrations that be without question. Hive minded they call it and I see it sorrowfully frequent. There is no such thing as having a patent for something that will save us energy, make our cars cost less to run. No cure can be patented that come from plants or mixtures created in a kitchen that really works. No, a cure is not an option, no money in that, nor is advancement into an oil-less future. There is no individual progress to be made here. No more rebels like Franklin, Tesla, Ford, Hughes to name a couple, or unsung heroes like the center line painter or the cup handle hanger inventor. If you have an idea keep it to yourself or be prepared to sell it to Uncle Sam.

You don't need a gun, guns just kill people, give them to the government, the city, the cops. The fact that the whole country was settled with guns blazing in the hands of cowboys and Indians and that romanticized along with bank robbers, Holiday mass murder and liquor smuggled into speakeasys is beside the point. You kid can't have a play gun and be Wild Bill Hickock like I was or have one drink then drive home. Nope, your kids will consume pounds of dope in their veins, nose and swallowed, but heaven forbid they get drunk like in the old days. If you're a rebel you are classified as a gang member or a runaway etc. James Dean couldn't get a leg up in this society now. But when the rebels ruled, America became the most powerful country in the world, with the most innovative, progress minded kick-ass builders of our world, better even than the Romans or Brits and got us here. But those days are gone forever.

You Reach A Place

Its June 6, 2009 and the weather here in Golden Shores is livable thanks to the storm that bumped California and bled over to us. It reached a place well received as it took the 103 degree weather and replaced it with 83 degrees. That made me think of things I don't want to do anymore. I don't do yard work, windows or cook. I've reached a place where paying to have it done is a heck of a lot better than all the energy I would have to lay out to get it taken care of. There was a time I would crawl up on the roof and scrape the pine needles from the gutter, painting the walls was easier than trying to clean them, and I had too many windows at my old house to clean them all so one day I realized Id reached a place of compromise, and I just didn't want to do that anymore. Thirty bucks and it all gets taken care of and I can go play Freecell.

I used to be a clothes-horse thanks to my Mom who made everything I wore which fit and looked wonderful until my kid came along, she quit sewing for me and lavished all her talent and efforts on the kid. She reached a place where she found something new and different to do. I began buying my clothes then and enjoyed them except for Saturdays when I would have on my favorite jeans and baggy shirt, riding boots or just plain tennis and a skull cap pulled over my red hair. The kids were afraid to bring home anyone that didn't know me as I looked very sloppy and unkept, but I had reached a place where 6 days of dressing up was enough. Now every day is Saturday here in Arizona just slopping around with the other retirees. If we see a woman in a dress and heels or a man whose ass crack doesn't show, we wonder where they are from, because we all reached a place where comfort took over glamor in a big way.

As you get older and older you discover, all the really important things you religiously adhered to, have a lot less luster than they used to. You look at your nails and one is peeling, you just quit looking. You reach a place where a relationship is ok if you don't have to pick up behind it. You go to bed when you want and go to sleep without an excuse, you love your kids and miss them but you don't have to have them right under you or instantly available anymore. You had a ball with your grand kids but by the time they have kids you know you can't handle little people running in the house, meddling in your things, crying, screaming and asking another question every time you answer one. Lord knows one more cartoon or episode of Star Trek and you'll scream. You have reached that place where all you love is peace and quiet while you watch TV and eat a big bowl of ice cream.

There may be times you wish there was someone to hold your hand and talk to, but you have reached that place where just having the toilet seat down is worth all the hand holding in the world, so you pet your animal and have popcorn for dinner.

THE PROJECTS a short story

It wasn't that nobody didn't understand the innocence of children, just nobody cared. They were asked to keep secrets way beyond their years, terrible secret burdens foisted upon them by blood and gun, shake downs and take downs, when all that should have been their keep were little raggedy dolls and horses made from mop sticks with harnesses of string.

In the wrong place at the wrong time, cowering in a dirty doorway only to get splattered with the internal juice of some unknown shadow in dingy piss laden halls, that got washed away in the tub's used water with the dust and grit of daily play. The shivering mistaken for the cold water, was really shock in the wide staring eyes that relived it in the back room of their mind, that thankfully someday would eventually get posted in their subconscious, like another cut mark on a cowboy's gun.

Terrible burdens of prostitutes getting beat and thrown back on the sidewalk to ply their wares once more in the heroine haze that used to be their minds. Burdens of the junkie in the alley slapping dead veins just one more time to take a hit. Burdens that couldn't even be unloaded when the cops came and asked, and they knew.

Love Being A Kid

Its May 2009, it's 99 degrees outside and I have to wait until dark before I can go see StarTrek,'cause I can't breathe well in the heat, but that's the only thing keeping me home right now. I'm a Trekkie through and through. Got indoctrinated by my son back in the 70's who never missed an episode and knew every word of every script on every show during the series introduction. I got that way on Independence Day, know all the words.

We used to marvel at the forward thinking of Roddenbery, how did he know all that stuff? And it went on, after they brought StarTrek back to entrench it in American culture for life evidently, since it's playing in all the studios 40 years later. So I'm back to being excited about a movie like I was about StarWars, and too, The Wolverine, OMG that man is so fine, and I think the movie was pretty good but I'll have to watch it again since I wasn't looking at much of it the first time. I cant wait for it to come out on DVD so I can slow that run across the field where he jumps the fence part.

If my health would allow it, I'd still be in a field somewhere waiting on the ball to fall out of the sky, or laying on a wide tree branch with a book about horses, or riding them, and all the other things kids do, because I still want to do them. I have never known what my age felt like, I had no frame of reference. I didn't know how to feel at 35 or 55. Don't know how to feel now, but I know I want to see StarTrek at least 4 times!

Now, let's see, where did I put that video game I was playing....................

Polar bear attacks woman at Berlin Zoo OR

Things you will never see Black People do.

Chris Rock said it best. when the main media was guessing all kinds of reasons the Tiger in Las Vegas attacked its trainer, Chris simply said "The Tiger, went Tiger". End of story, for us anyway because we understand the animals, maybe better than any other race on the Earth. We don't go into long constructed reasoning as to why an animal, living in a zoo and is wild, or living in the wild would attack a human. We Black people are thinking, maybe when you're White, you get some kind of magical powers that work on all other people on the Planet and occasionally forget, that S--- don't work on wild animals.

I think there is too much hype going on about consciousness these days, that affect those without really good reasoning skills to the point we saw one man jump into the Lion enclosure to "commune with the Lions". Maybe his special White powers made him feel they were enough to keep the Lions at bay, or, maybe he had Daniel's genes in his bloodline, or, maybe he had just see the Youtube sensation of the two guys and their pet lion. What ever it was, this guy must have thought this was possible!

The Lady that climbed over the fence to photograph the polar bear and was almost his lunch should have shown this woman in Berlin, you really don't want to get that close to them, especially at feeding time! Or just to take sides with her for a minute, didn't hear about the teenagers that taunted a tiger out of his enclosure enough to have him kill one of them. They didn't think the Tiger could jump 12 ft to get out! How stupid is that? Have they seen the NBA lately? Lets see, how high is the rim of that basket?

I write this to call attention to the fact there is a difference in the genetic make up of White people, and all the other peoples on earth. Yes, some native people get killed because they have to live with and around these wild animals. That doesn't count as stupid. But the difference comes in this way. You will never see a Black person doing the following:
1. Biking alone in the mountains where the Cougars live
2. Screaming for help because the Lion or Polar bears are attacking them for inviting them selves for dinner.
3. Going on a Safari to photograph a huge Tiger, just before he eats you because surprise is how he gets his dinner.
4. Bungy jumping or jumping out of a plane without a parachute so they can surf down
5. Raising pet Lions, Tigers and Bears and dont forget Chimpanzes.

That's another thing! You want something that will grow up three times stronger than you are and will throw feces in your face? Not us. We ain't that crazy. Besides, if we can't wear it, eat it, or put spinners on it, we don't want it anyway.

INMORTALITY

Immortality, death, ending, fini. A friend of mine is dying, it's a certainty, an inevitable result of life. It comes at all times, minutes after birth and before 120 years, depending on who you are and more or less how many Bourbon and Gingers you drank during the life you are living.

I lost my best friend forever. Before texting became all the rage she was my BFF or as they say in my culture, my ace, boon, coon. We raised our kids, went shopping, had breakfast at Browns, and cried over guys together. However it came to pass she would end up with Cancer eating her body from bottom to top, I don't know. We had never even discussed that with all the philosophies of love and life we went through, we never talked about death. All I know is when she finally got sick enough too quit running around with me, there was a big old hole I found there wasn't anything to fill it up with. I didn't understand her sickness and what happened to her and I tried I guess, to make believe it wasn't happening. Then she was gone.

Now I find myself in the same fix with another friend a thousand miles away that calls me a couple times a week and we laugh at all the old stuff friends laugh at. The stuff we have in common like music, love, no love, dogs and people we used to know, gigs we used to play. He has a lady friend but I often wonder does she realize who he is? His love for music, his talent for it, his participation in it? That being a musician is the real love of his life and she is in the back somewhere, necessary but less loved. Well he is dying and so have other musicians, some are just gone, some died, some left. And it causes me to remember one night at McCarvers, when we all were there, and the crowd was into the band and the band was layin' in the groove. That night Duke played "Silk Stockings" and with what went on beside that, none of us will ever forget it. A mouth organ and a B3............. brought the house down.

I will look at the phone now in the morning before I leave for breakfast and experience that "hole" again in my life knowing there is nothing now to fill it up again with and think, a safe journey Duke, and God bless.

Sapphire in the White House

Yeah I said it! Shapphire is in the White House like I said she would be, but you have to recognize the Sistah is so classy with it because it's just in her. You can't teach class. Laura Bush had no class, she just had a frozen smile and no personality and dressed like she lived in the trailer projects. She could move in and out of a room and no one would have noticed. MS Michelle will cause everyone in the room to look up and take notice. She will do the required chores of the first lady, and be a First Lady, but people have to realize, this is a Black woman through and through and ocasionaly that part of her will raise up and say, "Sistah in the house."

Which it did after the first time she wore a sleeveless outfit. Arms buffed and tight made all the old news casters and evidently fat nondescript women scream in protest, but that was only because sleeveless will be in style and they know they will have to hit the gym to get theirs in shape. And though she heard them complain, out came more dresses with no sleeves..............do you get it now ladies? They need to keep quiet and maybe she will do it less, though I cant imagine why, but when you tell us we can't, we mentally think, 'who do they think they're talking to?' So people, leave her alone while your still ahead.....well, sort of ahead. And now everyone wants to criticize the first couple for their entertainment budget. Excuse me? Bush spent a few billions on a war WE started and they are gripping 'cause the Obama's have a few guest in?

Give me a damn break!!

WELCOME BACK TO EARTH

Well,life goes on huh? The smoke and mirrors have disappeared, the clouds we all rode in on have gone back, that feeling of all one people thankfully has lingered a while, for how long who knows, but for now, hey its cool. I love the feeling of belonging to this weird country, of not just occupying space as I have done all my life. It was really hard trying to belong here and be patriotic, I faked it alot, like that false portrayal of crossing your hand over your heart while you recited the Pledge of Allegiance, until it got to the part, "liberty and justice for all" I quit saying when I was 12. But now I pledge the whole thing because one day it could come true and right now, I feel like that's my flag too, damn it!

I am cracking up over the shock of a black family in the white house but mainly the funny part will come when they want Michelle to do something she really doesn't want to do and "Sapphire" comes out, albeit classy, but out. Maybe in time they can like us, respect us, and understand we ARE different and have more to offer than being good at basketball and football and our speech sounds just like theirs most of the time, well, at least while we're at work. Maybe they will get used to him reaching for her and loving his little girls. Maybe when they dance again, holding both arms around her wont seem so strange and they will just think, 'that's just the way they dance' and maybe, just maybe, they will get used to the sight of the people in the white house administration, looking just like America out here. Mixed.

Camelot on Steroids

What is happening today is what most of us old timers knew all along, if you give him a chance a Black man will rise to the occasion in great style. It will not be as any man regardless of color, it will be a rise of great personal confidence and extraordinary ability that will grab the attention of a nation, a people or the whole world and let all know, here is a different kind of human being.

Now, today we all stand in awe and with deep respect of the pomp and circumstance that underlines this occasion in history. For Whites maybe their choice has surprised even them as they wave the flag and with shouts and smiles join in the festivities, the world may even hold the most hope for a different existence, yet in the heart of every Black man and woman, we beheld today, something few if any of us thought we would ever see. So the realization of what really has happened, slowly sets in as the day goes by as the realization that this Black man, is not just the President of the United States, he is, the most powerful man in the world. Hello.