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.