Cheer our government part deux

What solutions do we have America?

*steps onto soapbox*
Our country’s debt is an issue yes, but families living in their cars and on the streets is a far more important issue. Finding a way to reduce other country’s need to call the US for aid is one and having a willingness to give a diplomatic “NO” when we should not be helping them as a primary source is another. If private businesses and contractors want to find their way in to help sobeit, but we need to focus more on what’s happening at home.
We should support our president no matter how we feel and stop spitting negative shit about what we think he ain’t doing. We have to start at the bottom and help one another. We have to start at the community level with volunteering in schools where kids not only need to learn to read and write, but also need to learn what foods are good for them and what they can actually grow themselves. We need to look out for our elderly and not depend on government subsidy checks to help us care for them when they are old and unable to care for themselves. Lord knows we won’t have social security when we get to be that age so practice now is a good idea. Families need to come back together in multiple-family homes to help our single moms and dads with Childress while they gonto school or work.

So what I’m saying is…

Our issue is not a financial one at the heart. It is a CULTURAL one and the more we recognize what we can do for each other the more we will “Ask not what your country can do for you, but what YOU CAN DO FOR YOUR COUNTRY!!”

*steps off soapbox*


Ever want to feel like you walked into a clan meeting?

howdy! come on down to Marie’s Donuts, located in the middle of a predominantly minority area of North Highlands CA

Marie's Donuts

Marie's Donuts

with a church on either side of it. bring your family but keep the dark ones quiet.

you can’t go wrong with what i believe are the best donuts in the world. on any given day, you can walk in and watch WWII veterans talking about the war over a .40 cup of joe. you can be greeted by the wonderful aroma of freshly prepared donuts. it used to be a safe place where everyone was polite and still used their southern manners. it used to be a wonderful place that i would visit with my dad when i was a child.

he knew the donuts there were the best and i have since come to agree with that opinion.

however, what i am not feeling too good about is the change in the atmosphere since the election of 2008 or as some, those who don’t want change in America, would like to call it… Armageddon.

there are lines drawn in the sand there where it used to be a place where everyone knew your name and respect was given in kind.
i got cut in front of twice this morning, but i felt that i could say nothing because then i would just be living up to the expectations of a room full of ‘birthers’ who still believe our 44rd president is not a citizen of the United States and that he wants to take over the US and change the name to the USRA -the United Socialist Republik of Amerika-
when is it i get to wild out again on the folks that consume me with a rage so deep seated that i want to hit them with sticks, not caring about what i will look like in the end?

good thing is i don’t want to be that way. bad thing is i wish i could. i don’t want to be labeled the bad nigger. i don’t want to be the stereotypical black who has no respect for themselves or for anyone else that isn’t on welfare and collecting the poor white man’s hard earned money.

i wish things could go back to the way they were too. but for one reason only.

i want to go back to a time when you were not so angry with us because there was no minority holding the highest office of power in OUR country.
not back to a time when we could all get along because you felt that you were superior. back to a time when yessir and yes’m was the way it was agreed we would respond to you to avoid having our homes burned down, our husbands hung by the oak tree or at the gallows in the center of town. back to a time when our families would not be sold and broken apart if you could take our wives into your bedrooms. back to a time when you could whip us with the same device you used to herd cattle, because we looked up when we should have been looking down.
back to yesterday that we have fought so hard to change.

i want to just say ‘suck it up! your guy lost and our guy won.’ but that is not the case.

through the election process, someone had to get elected. this time it juuuuuuust happened to be a man of color. this is how it is. this is the result of the election. i know more young white Americans voted for President Obama than you can shake a stick at. he was not voted into office by a bunch of uppity nigrahs. he was voted into office by a majority of the people in this country who are open to change and pursuit of happiness.

all in HOPE that there will be a better future for their children… our children… everyone’s children.

thanks to Marie’s Donuts for providing North Highlands with the best donuts on the planet for a great price, but here’s to hoping some of your patrons from Rio Linda keep the hate mongering and rudeness to themselves.


leave him alone

If he tries anything different, the powers that be will shoot him down again. There is a reason why the Dems have the majority. He is thinking of the American people and what is best for the middle class (which is a majority of the people who truly have no voice). And it is just not the president. It is many others. He didn’t write the health care bill. It was written by Ted Kennedy and some other guy. Last time someone spoke up for the people, they had him and his brother assassinated. Think about that.
It’s not the President with a bad plan, it is the corporations afraid of getting up off a little money and their ability and willingness to do WHATEVER they can to keep their status quo.
it’s not about the presidency… It is about the special interest groups. Climb out of Obama’s ass America!
I say we can’t argue this plan into the ground. Don’t get me started. Change was not meant to make everyone happy and I wasn’t meant to satisfy all. Change also was not meant to be easy. Life will never be what it was before this last financial crisis. We have forgotten how to depend and lean on one another. Our legislators and politicians need to stop thinking about their bottom line and start thinking about the single parent homes and seniors eating cat food and the fact that nothing is free, but things should be affordable. There is no love in this battle just a bunch of cock blocking and posturing. I think it is utter BS

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Where is my beer President Obama?

Dearest President,

How is it that the two men who behaved badly and one man who perhaps said something that the public didn’t like have the opportunity to have a beer together at the White House?
Don’t get me wrong, Mr. President, but I think there are a lot more people who would love to have you as an audience with regard to things we WILL change. With your help, so many things can change sooner and not later.

Take for instance, I want to have a Boys and Girls Club opened in my neighborhood. Do I have to?
Break into my own house?
Be arrested by a white cop?
Cause a national scandal by having you say the cop was acting stupidly?
Only then would it be possible to have the opportunity to slurp suds with you at the white house to get things done?

Make mine a Guinness draught.


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and about the woman who made the call…..

The more I think about it, the more I become irritated with the whole racist issue.
Take the poor woman caller who used her words carefully. She thought before she spoke, she had a basic concern and that was that. She was labeled as a racist who folks, like the president said “acted stupidly” regarding a call they did not hear.
Then we hear the call and we sit and scratch our heads…
‘That was a damned good call’

Believe it or not, this woman was the innocent victim of profiling. We all assumed that a person who would call the police if she saw a black man would automatically assume that she would call in saying
‘A black man is breaking into the house next door. Bring out all units!’

The sky was not falling for this woman and to look more closely, you will see that she is one of the Brown people I talked about in my previous post.

Now we have the Black cop who was there supporting his peer being called an Uncle Tom because he came to the defense of officer Crowley.
Can you give this man a break?

Man, I am all worn out over the hubbub over this mess.

Where is my beer President Obama?


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Teaching moment.

I would be pissed as hell if a person decided that I should be arrested after cussed him out for giving me shit in my own house after I had just gotten back from a trip and had to break in because the damn door was jammed.
If I commit to cussing out officer Crowley because I feel that he singling me out, I should stop and think before I have to step aside for shame to get in line behind my mouth.

I had to put away my Sistah Souljah to think about this subject and speak like a human being and not an angry black woman.

I have to speak to both the left and the right on this story.

Black and Hispanic folks: Not everyone is out to get you.
Sometimes we still need to count to 10 before we open our mouths.
You feel me? Comprende?
Yes Mr. Crowley may have gone a bit too far in the questioning of Mr. Gates after the id was shown, but he was doing his job. He had to maintain public safety. A moment of reflections might have been a good idea for Mr. Gates.

He could have kept his cool and not stepped out on the porch to make a flaming ass of himself while the cop was heading out. You don’t yell at a man’s back in anger. That has got to be a golden rule somewhere on this planet

Where I come from, it is called talking shit.
Don’t start no stuff won’t be no stuff.

Everyone Else:
Protocol is prescribed for a reason and apparently the protocol of the police, when applied to the Black or Brown man is not a balanced one.
A moment of reflection might have been a good one for the police officer as well. He might have had enough time to realize, ‘if I turn around and talk back, will I be doing anyone good? Or is this just me flexing my ego?’
Flex your ego at the pub or at the basketball court when you are playing on the weekend, but don’t do it without thinking.

The more we try to defend what we think is right the more we recognize we are wrong but cannot admit that.

From now on America…

Count to flipping ten before you show your ass.


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