D**k riding Obama

Ahh a new season of Boondocks is almost here. So we got some music videos featuring Thugnificent. This one is hilarious.

Been a long time...

Well friends, been a long time and all 3 of you know why...well i have exciting news and not so exciting news. This will be the last post for this blog, but I have agreed to maintain and contribute to a brand new very exciting blog. Considering my output over the last couple of months, I just don't think it is feasible for me to maintain 2 blogs and I don't see the point. So why give up my personal blog? Well i'll still have a place where I can rant and rave which I have enjoyed and hope you have too and I will be helping out a friend who has a business which I think could really blow up so it is a win win.

So don't despair, my goal is to bring you fresh content on a daily basis. My new alias will be "Raw Cotton" at the raw cotton blog. It's been a hell of a ride. Shouts to HD, L BO and Awe. Brooklyn, let's go!!!

A conversation amongst brothers

Its been a long time....I been on my grind. won't bore you, but there's a lotta work left to do.. Here's a little snippet of a conversation with my very own brother.


Me: See I told you Obama was a warmonger
J: Obama aint no warmonger
Me: He sent 30,000 in March and now he sending another 30,000---he's a warmonger.
J: So, McCain wanted to send in troops too
Me: So he's a warmonger too
J: So what you saying? who would you vote for
Me: I vote for....... the Revolution. I'm a Revolutionary.
J: That aint no vote....

Dreams of Reality

I dream so vivid, can’t tell dream from reality
But dream become reality
So, this aint just poetry it’s prophecy

I’m ready to die like B.I.G. said
This aint no flowery bullshit
No pretty metaphor, no silly simile
This is meant to be…. taken literally
Cuz Malcolm said by any means Necessary
Cuz Martin said if you don’t stand for something, you’ll fall for anything
So I’m willing to give life and limb

I don’t know who it will be?
Most likely, somebody, who look kinda like me
I want it to reach that critical point. where they gotta kill me.
Wit cold conspiracy
But, its too late!
Cuz I done taught a whole new generation, that there’s more to life than just livin

Ima live free
by any means Necessary
and ima bring all my peoples with me like Harriet did
let this be a testament
the struggle continues
but now they got us shackled mentally

But I’m Ready for Revolution
not talking a full 360 but a 180
going from selfish to selfless
going from arrogant to humble
going from greed to generosity
Moving from instinct to consciousness
Moving from dying slowly to living greatly

Because if you aint willing to die for it you don’t deserve it
Peace if you willing to fight for it

Language does not equal Culture

So I was uptown politickin with some Egyptologists and I should have known there would be contradictions…There were plenty, but the thing that sticks in my craw a day later was the idea that we just need to learn African languages. You know the argument, we speaking the white man’s language so no matter what, whatever we think is still gonna fall into the trap of fitting into the white man’s oppression.

Language is an expression of culture. I had to agree on this point. A alien culture was imposed on us by stripping us of our language and forcing us to speak European languages. I had to agree here. But then, a brother equated the two, culture and language. If we learn African languages we will regain our African culture. Language is a product of culture, not the other way around.

We can learn African languages, we can put on African clothes, but this is not necessarily substantive change. You could still be thinking and acting in a capitalist\reactionary manner. You still haven’t created a Revolutionary culture. Once you build a Revolutionary culture, you at the same time create a language. When the Panthers called the cops pigs, that was a product of Revolutionary culture, When the Rastas call the cops Babylon it is also a product of culture. It is still the English language, but language isn’t stagnant, it grows because it comes out of your culture and your culture is dynamic. We must build a Revolutionary culture. We must start with principles we want to live by. Let principles be what guides us and what we judge everything by.

I am the People, I am not the pigs!!

So, I went to this local spot with my homegirl Aasha. You know how we do, get there early before it turns into full club mode and they start charging a cover just to get in the door. Of course, you get there early you end up spending more money on drinks, so we start up a tab. I try to give the bartender my card, but homegirl says hold it. I thought it was love, you don’t get that type of treatment in the city dammit.

Fast forward 6 hours later and as i’m leaving the parking lot I realize I never paid the tab(of course). So now the question is do I get out the car, go all the way back to the club which of course entails at this point consenting to a full pat down and the cover I just avoided a couple hours ago.

So, I feel bad for the bartender who showed love and now and at the end of the night is gonna get screwed, but rationalized it by saying it would be too much to go back in at this point. All the way back to Aasha’s house we’re talking about how this bartender showed so much love and how most people are fucked up. So now I’m thinking this is how people get screwed up in this society—with everybody just looking out for themselves, if you show love you end up getting screwed. Soon, everybody knows the rules of the game and everybody is fucked up. Then they tell you “that’s just the way it is”.

So now I’m home, changed into my basketball shorts and stocking cap and everything. But, I can’t sleep with this on my conscience. What did Jay say? “You can’t turn a bad girl good, but once a good girl goes bad, she’s gone forever”. If I was just skipping out a bill and the club owner had to eat it, I wouldn’t a had a problem, but I knew they was take it out on homegirl who showed love. And I can’t steal from my People. I am a Revolutionary, I can’t lie, cheat or steal. The words of Fred Hampton were ringing in my ears “ You gon have to tell yourself, I am the People, I am not the pigs”. Once I told myself that I realized it would only take me a few minutes to get to the spot. So I got dressed, got in my whip and went back out even though I was already in my comfortable bed. I told myself I’d consent to the pat down that always leaves me feeling more than a little uncomfortable, but I drew the line at paying a cover to go pay a bill.

So after getting semi-molested and my lighter getting taken(dammit), I was able to maneuver my way around the cover, found homegirl and settled my tab. She was oblivious to how close she came to being out a Benjamin at the end of the night. I felt guilty anyway and gave her a nice tip and felt good knowing I had done my part to make sure a good girl didn’t get screwed that night.

Beautiful Struggle

Oh I got caught up in this conversation about whether we should focus on struggle or whether this actually created struggle and what happens after the Revolution with one of these subjective reality types(which I am to some extent). She wanted us to all get on a higher plane than this material reality.

Yo, struggle is beautiful. All the most beautiful people I know are/have been strugglers-constant strugglers. Too many of us have fallen victim to this idea that we must somehow escape struggle, find "peace" in this world. Reach a stage beyond struggle. In fact, these non-strugglers have become coopted by the very forces they use to rail against(What up Roots!). There is no "after the Revolution". The Revolution is not an event, it is a process. It is a "state of being and becoming". It is a way of life, it is a journey not a destination.

I never want to be comfortable, never want to feel i've "made it". I appreciate development and know "without struggle there is no progress". If we want progress, we must want struggle! Capitalism teaches us to want progress without struggle, to want results without having to work for it. It makes us lazy. It is easier to go along with everyone else and only see life as it is rather than how it could be or should be. It seeks to make us unconscious and just reactive rather than proactive and progressive.