Sunday Morning Blues

Well I haven't blogged in a while.. I guess I really haven't felt like it.. I can't say that I've been that busy either. I had a few drinks last night and I loved the fun I had but the morning after is always a bitch. Not to mention that the day after I'm always depressed. Oh well.. I guess you can probably tell that I'm not in the best of mood and why is that? Well duh because I drank too much last night lol… I would say the best way to get out of my funk would be to have more drinks but then I'll really be down in the mouth later on today that is of course unless I get drunk off my ass come home and pass out and then what? Monday will really be a bitch. Oh well whatever now I'm just rambling on because I can. I just don't' like this feeling that's all because everything that makes me sad always comes to the surface. I just lessoned learned here would be to just stop drinking all together. Well I guess I could give it a go but the longest I think I've ever gone is a week. Ha-ha until next time.

Views…Present and past

"Hell and destruction are never full; so the eyes of man are never satisfied." Proverbs 27:20

I cannot believe what I've witnessed this morning reading these posts in the rant and rave section of craigslist. It's so unimaginable that there exist such ignorance and hatred in the hearts and minds of so many people. Let me say how remorseful I am as an American of color that slavery happened in this country. I'm remorseful that slavery is a stain on American history one that cannot be erased. I'm remorseful that thousands upon thousands African men, women and children, were tortured, debased, murdered and made to feel less than human merely for profit! It's amazing what people will do in the name of greed and sloth. It's so unfortunate that today in the present that same feeling of unworthiness and sub humanness still resides in the hearts of many Black Americans. Why is that? Oddly could it be that just a mere fifty years ago Black Americans weren't even good enough to use the same restrooms as White Americans? We Blacks were a subclass. Do you really think that you can do that kind of damage to an entire culture and everything was just going to be normal afterwards? Really? Let's consider that even after segregation ended the hatred felt for Blacks didn't go away, it just became more silent, more covert and it still remains that way today. Because you see the reality of it all is, all those who speak out negatively against any minority and who hold negative biases more than likely had parents who felt/thought the same way and passed it down from generation to generation. It's plausible to think that the same has happened to Blacks within our own culture. If I'd listened to my grandmother I would be another worthless black male with nothing to show. I read a lot this morning, people angry at Black History month, pissed off at Obama, etc etc. Why? Do you know how it feels when you speak to a white person and they can trace their ancestors all the way back to the 17^th century and beyond and I barely beyond the 1800s. So why be angry about a culture that is trying to hold on to what little history we know and want to celebrate? Twenty-eight days to recall and celebrate the accomplishments of a few Black Americans in history to try and uplift and encourage yourselves. Wow that's something to be angry about. I am going to assume that most would not agree with my next statement but I really don't care. It's amazing to me how many people sit around and complain about the way things are and never lift a finger or raise their voice in a POSITIVE way to encourage or pursue change. But you can recite verbatim, statics about how many blacks go to jail, rape, kill, steal, and so forth how the "Nigger president is going to run the rest of the country into the shitter". So you gave blacks so much, a mule and 40 acres, voting rights, the right to share your spaces equally, and you even gave one "mulatto" the White House. While silently and openly you still say we are worthless. So that's my observation, that's the America that I live in. Like it or don't.

RAIN

Once when rain was present in a love affair, I'd awakened to hear the falling rain outside of Alex's window. I have a slight fascination with water you see. I'd almost drowned to my death some years ago but even still I love the comforting and lulling sound of running water. I can't remember if it were summertime or not.. Surely it was it was some time ago and its now winter. At any rate, I'd found Alex on one of the many sex sites that I frequented when I was horny and in need of some sexual fun. I wasn't proud of this little habit of mine and actually worked very hard to keep it a secret for many years. As of late however, I just don't give a fuck. Men like me usually find what they are looking for in a bar or club on any given Saturday night. I just chose to do my whoring from the comfort of my own home. I usually would have a glass of wine or some kind of vodka based drink to set the mood. I'd found that sex was some much more enjoyable when I'd had a few drinks to relax and forget the fact that I was kissing, licking, sucking and fucking a man.

Alex was more mature, meaning he was old. Anyone over the age of 27 is a dog in gay years. Well he was attractive at least to me and from what I could tell about Alex and his sexual proclivities so did many other men. I can't judge! He was a bit of a pig to if you know anything about gay terms, but I will not go into specifics as that relates to another subject all together. Moving on, he was Latino, my favorite, and could take dick like a snake to a drain. Don't you love my plumbing references? I had attempted not to meet him on many occasions as I was really trying to be a good boy. Well I failed miserably at that. Finally after about oh I don't know lets just say two months of chatting back and forth we met. I'd taken his number down and saved it in my phone. When I was drunk and horny enough I would give him a quick little text message to see if he were available. Soon this became a habit at least once a week or every other week. It was fun. Basically he was my bitch in bed and I loved it!

I've often been able to attract men that would to my bidding. He like so many others would allow me to abuse his ass and mouth until one of us was either exhausted or in too much pain to continue. It's so easy for me to be that person, particularly when I'm full on the juice. Its funny because you can fuck a person's brains out cum in their mouth and all over them and never hold a real conversation with them, walk away, do it again, and still barely be able to remember their name. This was our relationship for weeks. Finally, we met during the day. I went over to his house for a blow job. When we were done we actually made small talk. This was more than we'd ever said before to one another. Usually our conversations consisted of me saying suck it harder, and damn that feels good and him moaning and groaning while I try my best to rearrange his organs.

The best time though was the night when I went over and I stayed the night. We'd fucked for some time that night as usual when I arrived in my inebriated state. Sex with him was always good. I passed out sometime after that and woke up to a nice little rain shower going on outside. I'd never had real sex while it was raining. It just never worked out that way it seems. I've never really had a steady boyfriend or lover so the opportunities were always rare. That morning however, was a real chance to do the one thing that I'd always wanted to do. To top it off it was even thundering a bit. Of course with thunder comes lighting and I was terrified all the while that I was going to get struck down by the lord for committing such an abomination. Needless to say that didn't happen, or else I'm a ghost writing this. Moving on, when I'd awakened of course I was a bit disoriented and groggy from having been up so late and drank so much. However, that didn't stop the raging erection that I was about to have.

I rolled over and woke Alex up, and we fucked like rabbits. What really turned me on more than anything was the fact that it was daylight. There is just something about having sex when the sun is up, although it was concealed by the clouds, there was still enough light to illuminate the room in this soft glow. The ceiling fan was blowing a cool gently breeze down over our bodies and it was just like in a dream. So then we rested and we fucked again. It was amazing and all to the sound of the thunder and the rain. Sadly with so much passion between two men, the only thing missing was love. I don't see Alex anymore for many reasons and although we had sex many times and I enjoyed them all I'll always remember that morning.

I DREAMED OF MEN

I laid in bed listening to the air blow across my face from the fan on the other side of the room. I was half way between consciousness and dreamland. It's a wonder to me how multitasking the brain can be in that state. I could definitely tell that I had an erection as I fantasized about the many men I wanted to sleep with today. I was on vacation. Finally, I could gather myself and recover from the many months of hard work that I'd put into the most unfulfilling job I've ever held. As I laid there in bed other thoughts and sounds intruded my semi-conscious mind. I could hear what I thought were conversations my grandmother was having with several different people. I could not understand a word she was saying. Only I could hear the murmuring of her voice and the breaks between the responses the other person must have been giving. I continued to lay there hoping to fall back into a deep sleep but to no avail.

Finally my brain gave way to more fantasy of me fucking, my favorite pastime. I should say my old standby for boredom. I was with Eric at the moment. Eric was a cute little half breed. Black and Latino he was. I'd been with him several years ago before my move and I'd always enjoyed his company, well at least for the most part. There were some dynamics to our relationship that left much to be desired. For instance, he never wanted to get dick in his ass. I personally preferred to be the man on top when encountering another man but he was special I guess you could say. He was so cute and adorable to me with his small and petite body. His dick wasn't much to look at which also catered to his whim to fuck me in the ass. I didn't ordinarily allow that to happen but in special circumstances when I just had to have someone… I tended to bend to their will.

In this moment I was riding Eric's back. I was giving it to him as only I knew how to! I love being on top. As the dream shifted I would encounter different men and women. The women were just in supporting roles if you will. I haven't had sex with a woman in many many years including in my dreams. I somehow ended my sexual exploitation of Eric and lent myself to an out of town experience. I was somewhere in some town that seemed familiar but still unrecognizable. The purpose was clear for the event I was there for although later on that would shift to. I was with two women who again seemed familiar to me but unrecognizable.. I was dependent on them for everything. I'd come to visit to go to a party later that night. We rode around the city ventured to different places and finally ended up in the hotel we would be staying in…

David was the boy in this section of my dreams. He was just as beautiful in my dream as he was in real life. I had the proclivity to be drawn to very attractive males with well, feminine qualities. David was as well multi-racial. Something about yella boys got my attention more so than those with darker complexions. David was much bigger than me in stature. He wasn't taller but had bigger muscles. He had long curly hair that I loved and a killer smile. I guess I could mention but without relevance to this instance his small penis. I guess I liked that also because in gay relationships the man with the bigger dick is usually the one doing all the fucking. That doesn't leave much to the imagination as to who was consistently on top when we were together. However, from time to time I would allow him to meander around in my ass just for kicks. He was a self professed top but wasn't really any good at it. I didn't mind from time to time letting him inside me as I knew it would only be a few minutes and then I would flip the boy over and enjoy the pleasure of his tight little hole.

David had joined myself and the two other women in what would seem to have been a communal hotel. He was there for me. I was staying with the women but asked him to take me to his place. Somewhere in that instance I knew that later on after the party we would have some amazing sex. I was counting on it. As the women prepared themselves for the night ahead, I rested in the room waiting for them to return from the community bathroom. I was laying on the bed when the cell phone I was using gave way to some technological failure. It was like watching fireworks on the screen of the phone. It would seem that the system had gone down for all of us using that one service. We were out of contact with the outside world.

Finally we were ready to go to this "event", the party that had long been awaiting our arrival. We arrived at the venue and it was a concert of sorts. Opening for John Legend was Seal. I was amazed even in my dream. I was lucid yet enough to know that I was going to enjoy this part of my dream. I'd recently been to a John Legend concert and clearly had brought that experience into my dream. The venue was small and finally David and the two women faded into the background. It was all about Seal at this point. In my dream he didn't look like the Seal in real life. He for one had hair and lots of it for that matter. His head was way bigger than any normal body could support with a huge face. Still dark as ever though. I could see Heidi standing in the wings as her head was way oversized as well with a huge face. I don't know what those big faces represented but they were very prevelant in my dream.

The show begins and Seal can't seem to get his notes. After a while of warming up he launches full force into the persona we all know and he is famous for. His voice though is not as smooth or attractive as in real life. The acoustics are horrible and well I don't think he knew the words to the song he was singing. At this point it begins to become sexual. Seal's head shrinks and his hair comes down into dreads and he looks "normal". He invites several men and women to the stage to sit with him while he performs another song. I'd not noticed earlier in the dream or perhaps he had a wardrobe change and I missed it, but he was now wearing a quilt. I kept wondering to myself, even in the dream, when was John Legend coming on stage. He is truly who I wanted to see.

As Seal sat there on stage with the people he'd invited from the audience. His legs gapping open and underwear less, you could see what appeared o be a huge penis, dark and irregular shaped but still huge. I thought to myself that must be the lure for Heidi. He was singing and stoking himself like it was a guitar. It was funny. Meanwhile, I sat in the audience watching the spectacle and, this boy came and sat down next to me. I know that I didn't know him in real life. He wasn't what I would have dated or talked to, short hair darker skin not feminine in anyway. I didn't want much to do with him but he made some conversation that kept my attention. I iniatilly didn't think that he was gay but as time passed the dream and setting shifted again…

I was now on top of this man. He was face down in a bed with his head turned to the side just so I could hear him talking. I put my face down close to his as I rode his back and felt his soft and wet insides. I could not discern what he was saying and for that matter I don't believe that I even cared. I just wanted to enjoy the feeling that I hadn't had in such a long long time. I could tell that I was fucking him without a condom on. The sensation was way to intense and It was truly like being in a pussy, something I hadn't had or been in in over a decade.

I woke up. I laid there for sometime before I pulled myself up out of the bed and went to the bathroom to pee. I'd been in this state for about thirty minutes or so but ignored the pressure on my bladder for hopes that I would return to my dream state and finish enjoying my fantasy. Many thoughts had gone through my head in just those few instances of being lucid. This dream came just at a point when I didn't want to think about being with a man.. I was sad as I struggled to fight my way out of a lifestyle that I didn't want to be in, my dreams would even betray me. I just layed there as long as I could with thoughts engrossed in the sounds of the falling rain outside the window.

I LOVE A MAN IN SLACKS WITH A NICE ASS

Ok so today at work I was involved in a work shop where I got to work with a guy who was not to bad looking. Actually he looked a lot like this picture of Hugh Jackman. He was tall and a little scruffy. His hair was shorter than Hugh's hair is in this photo but he was still handsome. He was tall with big feet, wink wink! Lol. I didn't get to interact with him very much as there was a lot going on and well though I am very certain that he was gay I didn't want to embarrass myself if he wasn't. He wasn't muscular at all but he was slim and appeared to be in shape. The thing that I loved the most about this guy was his ass. Damn damn damn damn damn! He had nice white boy cakes! Lol I guess it's expected that white men don't have asses. That's not necessarily the case always. Actually as of late I've been around a lot of white men with really hot asses. At any rate, I don't see it that often and when I do I just lose my mind. He was definitely packing a nice shelf in his Banana Republic trousers. It's one thing to have booty in a pair of nice jeans. Certainly if you're aware of your body type and you are gifted in the art of underwear selection you can force the appearance of nice cakes in a pair of jeans. But slacks don't lie! This boy had booty! I barely could contain myself or stop staring at his behind. I'm sure I was obvious, I always am. End of story….. I enjoyed the view this morning!

If only I was a pair of Calvin's

I love this boy... He is absolutely beautiful to me. If only I was a pair of Calvin's lol.

Pam's House Blend:: A must-read Rude Pundit - 'Note to John McCain: Gay Soldiers Don't Want to Rape Your Ass'

What do you think about repealing the DON'T ASK DON'T TELL POLICY?

Pam's House Blend:: A must-read Rude Pundit - 'Note to John McCain: Gay Soldiers Don't Want to Rape Your Ass'

The Present

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Some of my favorite boys!

A PLANE, A SUITCASE, AND A BOTTLE OF LUBE….HOW DO I GET MYSELF INTO THESE THINGS

I don't commonly travel with lube but I was going to Vegas and well as we all know what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. So with some anticipation of fun times along with a weeklong of hard work I was going to be prepared for any situation. So I packed my bags threw in my lube and a few condoms and I was ready to go! Well I got to Vegas with no problems and I spent my week there and it was a lot of fun. On the return trip however is when things went a little bad. I am notorious for over packing. At that time I'd bought this fabulous luggage from Banana Republic. I'd bought a matching carryon bag and an overnight bag and they were really well made or so I thought. At any rate, I'd filled both bags up with as much of my stuff as possible. I always had this undeniable thought that I must be prepared for any situation. I mean i was going to be working most of the time that I was there but hell I didn't know what the nights would bring and if I needed my slut gear or my upscale dinner gear so of course I had to bring it all. Well you don't have to have a good imagination to figure out where this story is going. An over filled piece of luggage and an airport with careless baggage handlers is not a good combination. So picture it, I've just landed and I'm standing at the baggage carousel all unsuspecting and waiting for my luggage to come down without a care in the world or knowledge of what I'm about to experience. I of course know exactly what my luggage looks like because it's nice and new and very grey and recognizable. I'm standing there just waiting and waiting and then I began to get nervous. My counterparts that I was traveling with had already gotten their luggage and mine was nowhere to be found. I begin to wonder and as the carousel continues to spin with luggage and a black trash bag and not any of my luggage, curiosity kicks in. So I walk over to the black trash bag and pull it off… I open it up and it's half of the contents of my bag. I'm like what the hell is going on? I take the bag and shortly thereafter my grey banana republic bag comes up the ramp and down the carousel. I'm thinking to myself thank God I was going to have to go crazy on someone. So I go to grab m bag off the carousel and this is the funny part… Why am I telling this story? I have no Idea. So I pick up my bag and out flies everything in it onto the airport floor. The zipper on it had broken. At that very moment I'd regretted everything I'd packed in that bag. Here I am scrambling to gather up my things. I'm so embarrassed of course everything in my bag was dirty I'm thinking the one time in my life where I didn't want any help from anyone and of course everyone rushed to help me out. So the kicker was the lube. Of course it was going to be the lube right? It rolled out of my suitcase and half way across the floor and while I'm putting everything in my bag and people are handing me stuff I didn't really notice the lube. I could not believe that this was happing to me.. I'm sweating and hot with embarrassment. Finally, as I get most of my things contained and within close proximity to me I see the lube. Mind you I'm leaving out one small detail. I'd collected another smaller bottle of lube while I was in Vegas. It had jumped out of the bag as well. So as I'm reaching for it a pretty young lady picks it up before I do and hands it to me. She kind of gives a friendly smile and I in a muted under my breath voice say "thank you." And then after all of that there's the other bottle. Well by this time a young tall and handsome white man has picked it up and headed over to me. I'm on my knees kneeling over my suitcase and he walks up with a cocky smile and says "here ya go" I'm mesmerized at this point. I couldn't really focus on the rest of what he was saying to me but it seemed odd that he was making conversation over a bottle of lube. He has very attractive with long curly hair. Looking back on it either he was really nice or flirting either way I think I missed a golden opportunity to use my embarrassing moment to pick up a hot guy! Lesson learned.. I don't over pack my suitcase unless I'm going to be the only one handling it!

“HE’S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU!” ….OH REALLY WHAT THE F*CK GAVE THAT AWAY?

I watched this movie last night "He's just not that into you". It was quite a pleasant little film. I enjoyed how it showed all those wonderful signs that indicate the just how a person isn't diggin you. Its funny our society. We think its better to just smile, lie and walk away, hoping that we never have to see that person we just made feel really good about themselves when really they just aren't that into them. What's that about really? There are subtle ways to give someone the boot ya know? I'm a firm believer of say what you mean and mean what you say. There isn't this vague I'm not sure what he meant feeling when you're done talking to me. I have run into so many people in my life that you meet casually by whatever means and you're sitting across from them and they are your best friend. You trade numbers, say lets keep in touch and well basically your paths never cross again. I've always been that person that if I say I'm going to call you I call you. I just hate that people often time say what they don't mean. For example if you're in that situation and I've just met you and we are seemingly hitting it off or whatever and I say hey give me your number so I can call you….. I will call you! Lol… but I've met some people and in the very same situation u get their number u call them and they never answer or call you back or respond to text messages and well all the while I'm thinking to myself why did they do that? You run into them at the mall and you mention you call and all that other stuff and they laugh and say I never got your messages…..REALLY? My favorite character from the movie was GIGI… I feel like her. When I like someone I like them.. There is no guess work involved and you know it. I will admit that she was a bit on the crazy stalker side which I'm not that way but it was cute to watch. So why am I talking about this? I have no idea! But I just wanted to say to everyone in the world who has falsely asked for a phone number or said yes let's keep in touch or that I will call you and all that other jazz just to be "nice", please don't be nice. In the long run those of us like GIGI who believe and hang on your every word will ultimately be disappointed. My motto, a little hurt today is better than a whole lot of hurt later!

LOVE FOR A DOLLAR AND WHY I DON’T LIKE EXOTIC DANCERS

Ok so its Sunday night and my friend wants to go to the bar and have a drink where there are male dancers on the cube. I like to go from time to time just to look and see some hot guys. Trust me where these boys are dancing there are usually the most disgusting of men hanging out so it's not a place to go and pick up hot guys. There is only one reason to go and that's to see the boys on the box. Well I've been in the lifestyle for some time now. I remember when I would first go out and I was mesmerized and tantalized by the boys on the box and almost every bar that you could go to would have a box and a boy on it. It was fabulous. Well silly me, here I am a newbie, new kid on the block thinking that I could give this man a dollar and he gone love me! Thinking back I could kick myself for being so naive. It's human right, to want to have the boy on the box? After all, they are usually hot and rally built like you can't believe. Luckily in my youth I wasn't too out there particularly when it came to my finances. I would give a few dollars to the boys but not my whole paycheck. I hear that this is a real problem for some households. I mean men would go out and put all their money in the woman's g-string just for a few kicks. I understand the fantasy and all but I have to ask the question when does it get old? When do you realize that you're not going to get the girl or the guy on the box and really do u want to date/do that person? I'm not saying that the exotic dancer is a whore or anything, although they very well could be. Why am I writing about this? I have no idea. Another friend and I argued intensely on this topic in one of the very same bars I went to on Sunday night. We were at the bar and drinking and having a relatively good time and he says why don't you give one of the dancers a dollar. I said I don't give dancers dollars. He went on to ask "why not?" I told him that when I was young and going out I threw countless dollars at dancers. I added that I was young and silly in my thought process and I always hoped that they were into me and ultimately wanted me. He said "what does that have to do with now?" I told him that once I realized that the dancers would say and do anything for that dollar that I was turned off completely. I only know what I've experienced so far, which honestly probably isn't much, but every one of those dancers didn't have a problem with being really nice to you as long as you are putting money in their pocket. Believe me I think that's fine. I think that if you have the body, face and talent to stand on a box and in essence sell yourself then do it! I just don't want to participate in your exploitations. My friend just really didn't understand why I would think this way. Basically I resorted to saying that at the end of the day it was my money and if I didn't feel like giving it away to someone for the mere fact that they were providing, if you will, a service of sorts then that was my choice. Honestly, at this point in my life I don't even like going to those places because of constantly having to see some hot guy run around half naked. I mean what's the point of being "tantalized"? Does anyone know the origins of the word TANTALIZED? In Greek mythology, Tantulus a child of Zeus, was condemned to suffer in a cave where he was knee deep in water and with a fruit tree above. When Tantulus would reach for the fruit on the tree it would pull away from him and when he would kneel to drink from the pool of water it would recede. Talk about suffering to consistently have something very desirable within arm's reach and never be able to touch it or have it. Why would you want that? This is the very reason I don't like exotic dancers. They talk to you, they give the impression that they like you, they say how good you look and so on and so forth but at the end of the night they go home to someone else. I can stay at home with my special someone, when I have one, and get my own exotic show and put dollars in his g-string and screw my brains out. I have no desire to have all that fantasy with no end result. That's the exact same reason I don't like porn. I know perhaps I'm just and odd ball, but at least I know what I like and don't like. I suggest to all those who are spending their money on some intangible product, ie: exotic dancers, save it you'll be better off in the long run.

THE RACE CARD (pt 1)

"I fuk black dudes...If they are worthy. People are racist because of their personal experiences. The Latino, asian, white, pacific islander, African immigrants (black)all say the same about American blacks. Lazy...dont want to work, Steal your shit, Sue the shit out of you if they work for you, fall down in the grocery store and sue, Assault you, take your wallet, murder you, dont pay loans back to banks or individuals, beg for quarters, argumentative and way too angry, food stamps, subsidized housing, POLICE YOUR OWN AND QUIT BLAMING SLAVERY FROM 280 years ago. Mexicans come here with no ID, whatever they are wearing, and in 2 years have a new Tahoe, home with their family, pay bills, and fit in. Blacks have lived here their whole life and have a dart pass and lone star card. Blacks need to realize they are their own worse enemy. It is not skin color, because the Nigerians, camaroonians, sudanese, that are black say the same about American blacks. THISA IS WHY WE ARE ALL RACIST! CLEAN YOUR OWN RACE UP AND QUIT BLAMING THE WHOLE WORLD. WE ARE SICK OF HEARING THIS CRAP! YOU DESERVE THIS TIRADE because I had to read about racism on a sex hook up site! Change it--no one wants to hear you WHINE --Sounds niggery to me. And yes, I said it..The "N" word..I hear it on TV everyday, radio, I Pod, movies, everytime I walk past a group of Blacks talking, so dont lecture me and others for saying it too. I hear it at least 50 times a day. Makes me sick to hear it--Either no-one say it or everyone says it. I choose everyone until you all stop making me hear it Geesh!"

This was sent to me once on a site I was on. It was a hookup site for gay men and I’d posted a profile there that stated my aggravation with other profiles that spoke to race preferences. I’m always slightly bothered when I have taken the time to actually read what someone has said vs just looking at their picture and responding to that and have to read “only into White, Latino, Asian, Indian, but no blacks sorry just a preference” or something similar. I couldn’t tell you why I’m so bothered by the “race preference” thing. I guess because I’m really being discriminated against? I can’t control the color of my skin. It makes me feel bad because I feel like something is wrong with being Black. Well from the looks of it according to who we will call “Jim” there is something very wrong with being black. When I read this I was mortified. Is the general consensus by non Black American people?
If you take a man and you tell him his whole life that he is nothing and you treat him like trash and like he was just like that nothing thing you said he was tell me what will he teach his children? If he teaches his children the only thing he ever knew which was that he was nothing and by default then all of his seeds must be nothing then what will his children be? Sure slavery happened years and years and years ago. How convient though we forget that in America that segregation only ended in the 1960s, not even 50 years ago. Mind you for the record slavery ended in 1865 that’s only 145 years ago not the 280 years this moron claimed. So enslave a race of people for a few hundred years then, set them free only to tell them they aren’t allowed to commune with you and finally when they get “equal rights” all is supposed to be forgotten? Oh and let’s not pretend that just because the laws changed that attitudes did as well. Discrimination was very much a reality in the US right after the segregation laws were overturned and still exist today.
Sure times have changed. I would never negate the progress that has been made in America between the races. I also would say that there is still more to be done. I know that as the older people begin to die off and along with them their discriminatory sentiments their teachings will hopefully diminish in numbers and even one day be none existent. The same can be said of the anger, resentment and defeatist attitude that’s still present in the American Black culture. Prejudice is still real people! Blacks may not still be slaves or openly discriminated against but discrimination still happens undercover and sometimes unawares. We can call them preferences if we want to and I intend to explore in more depth that whole idea as I seek real UNDERSTANDING. I just wanted to address this statement as when it was written to me I ignored it. I complained to the service I was using of course and this member was removed from the site. I’m sure he opened another profile under a different name and is still spewing his stupidity on others.
Well America this guy is speaking for you! There’s always one right? So in response I just wanted to say…. If Blacks are all these things Jim, and certainly there are some unsavory people in the world but of all races not just Blacks, where did they learn this behavior? I will never forget as a young man while I was working a white man told me,” it’s best to wait until the last minute to pay your debts, everyone knows that’s smarter.” More often than not it is a white man that’s embezzling millions of dollars from the company he’s working for. I suppose as Blacks we should be more ambitious when we steal. As far as welfare more whites are on welfare than any other race followed by blacks. I guess we all have something to learn from Mexicans? I won’t even address the rest of the ridiculous statements found in here. My point is “Jim”, the enslavement, discrimination, degradation of Blacks in America is owned solely by the whites who committed and continue to commit these acts. We were made the monster you now hate by your own doing. It lasted hundreds of years in some form or another. Do you think in 40 or 50 years the stain, the hurt and pain would be faded? Tracy Chapman sings a song entitled “Bang Bang Bang” that I like and is a fitting conclusion to my post….
”What you go and do
You go and give the boy a gun
Now there ain't no place to run to
Ain't no place to run

Now we'll all be at his mercy
If he decides to hunt us down
Cause there ain't no place to run to
Ain't no place to run

If he wants the chances that you took from him
And nothing that you own
Then there'll be no place to run to
There'll be no place to run

And if he finds himself to be
A reflection of us all
Bang bang bang
He'll shoot us down

Before you can raise your eyes to read
The writing on the wall
Bang bang bang
He'll shoot you down

Before you can bridge the gulf between
And embrace him in your arms
Bang bang bang
He'll shoot you down”