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Black Babies – An Endangered Species?

Remember my post on Eugenics and Planned Parenthood titled “Pro Choice or Black Genocide? You Decide“? It seems we are revisiting this topic again due to some controversial billboards that have gone up around the city of Atlanta. 

As I mentioned in an email to Beth, who forwarded the video link, I remain Pro-Choice but the numbers are disturbing, to say the least. 

One lady in the video says “The figures are unfair“. Unfair? How so?

According to the statistics quoted in the video, black women are seeking out abortions at a much higher rate than white women. Almost double the rate! DOUBLE!! The numbers don’t lie lady!

And for those who scream it’s racist I say stick a sock in it…or put a condom on IT! The statistical data is not racist! 

I know it is difficult to face the truth. It is difficult to take a long hard look at yourself, at your community and ask…’what is really going on here?’ But it must be done. Maybe these billboard will be the catalyst for the necessary dialogue. 

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Communication and Opening Up

Holding back has never been my forte’. With those whom I trust, respect, and love, I am an open book. I share, with exuberance, my life which often times include my private thoughts and emotions – my heart.

There is no mystery. What you see is indeed what you get. It is who I am. I see no need for pretense.

Not everyone I meet, or know, is the same nor can they appreciate this fact about me. I find it hard, tedious even, trying to balance it all out – what I should reveal and what I should keep hidden within. Should I put all the cards on the table or play my hand close to the chest. It is a fine delicate line that I want to smudge, erase, and do away with completely. But alas, it is often times necessary to keep interest piqued. It is a game I have found difficulty mastering.

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Painful is the only way to describe the conversation. Speaking to her on the matter and attempting to engage her in dialogue on a topic she initiated was nothing short of painful.

In recent months I have stepped away from “organized religion”(..uh..the “church“) for various reasons, none of which I will get into with this posting. This, much to the chagrin of my radical for Christ, neck deep in “the Word”, at church on Wednesday, Thursday, and Sunday close friends.

I had been dreading this day but I knew it was coming. I had decided not to make some grand announcement about my choice but rather deal with it as it came up. Today was that day.

“I need you to be back in church next Sunday. This sabbatical of yours is over.” she says. “Actually, it isn’t”, I reply.

I assure her I still believe in God but I am not sure the form my “worshipping” will take on. I give her one reason for my departure and how this, and other issues, have gnawed at me for a very long time and I could no longer reconcile my actions and beliefs.

The response?

**crickets chirping**

Nothing. Vacant. Vapid. Flat.

After another attempt to get a response, I change the subject and she comes alive again.

Like I said before…painful.

Likes & Dislikes

Me Likey

I love reading blogs authored by thoughtful insightful individuals. One such blog is Minus The Bars and its author, Don. I have been visiting his site for a few weeks now and I love his regularly featured post “Likes and Dislikes”.

I liked it so much that I have decided to try it at least once a week. Yeah, I’m biting Don’s idea!! LOL 😉

LIKES

  • A good book
  • Talking to him
  • The birthday card from L.M.D.
  • Singing in the car, in the shower
  • My iPod
  • Living alone
  • Drive-in movies
  • Chocolate covered strawberries
  • Publix
  • House of Chan
 

DISLIKES

 

  • People who abuse children
  • The Winter Olympics
  • Wearing contact lenses
  • Taking out the garbage
  • Bad grammar
  • Living alone
  • Kroger
  • KFC
  • Lazy people
  • Emerald *Anything* Chinese Restaurants

Valentine’s Day

Originally posted February 12, 2008

brokenheart.jpgIn honor of that wretched stank ass holiday that is Valentine’s, I have decided to reflect on a couple of “love gone wrong” highlights of my past.

But first the disclaimer: I HATE VALENTINE’S DAY! I think it is like most other holidays – commercialized and geared to guilt men into buying flowers, candy, jewelry and other trinkets in order to increase retailers’ bottom line. Women get bent out of shape and pissed off to the highest level of Pisstivity if the man they are married to or “booed” up with fails to come through with any of the aforementioned “guilt gifts”.

Y’all have got to stop drinking the Kool-Aid!

My hatred of the holiday presents the conundrum of all conundrums because it is also my birthday. Oh, I can hear you now, “Ooooh, that’s so sweet. A Valentine’s baby“. SAVE IT! The sh*t blows worse than an Beluga whale…worse than a hooker on Stewart Avenue (the ho strip in Atlanta)…worse than Vivica Fox…worse than, ah hell, you get the point.

I was 22 yrs old, he was 23. We lived together when I first moved to Atlanta. We were immature and dysfunctional. He liked to man-handle me…never hit me with an closed fist just pushed and shoved (like that really makes a difference) when we would get into heated arguments. For a skinny dude he was strong as hell and I knew I couldn’t kick his a$$ so after one of those pushing and shoving moments, I grabbed the biggest knife in the kitchen. As I walked towards him his eyes got as big as saucers. I stomped passed him, out the front door and to his prized ’82 red Mustang GT with the dual-quad carburetor…his “baby“. Flattened all four of those high performance tires, yes I did!! Hit ‘em where it hurts was my philosophy. Turned out to be an expensive philosophy too cause I had to replace the dayum tires. Young. Stupid. In love.

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The 20 Minute Workout That Almost Killed Me!!

It has been six months since I have been to the gym. Yes, I’ve been slacking – slipping on my fitness game. The past few weeks has been spent motivating myself to get back into the groove.

Motivation finally turned into action Sunday morning when I made the trip to Wally-World, (Wal-Mart for you short bus riders), to buy a jump rope and 5lb ankle weights. The rationale is to ease back into the routine so it will not be such a “shock” to my body.

So I’m back at the house, in the garage, iPod tethered to my arm, earphone in ear, ankles weighed down, and jump rope in hand. I set th timer on my phone to 30 minutes while I’m thinking ‘this isn’t going to be so bad’.

Three minutes later I’m gasping for air, walking around in circles, and scratching like a heroin addict.

WTH was I thinking?!! I’m dying!!! DYINNNNGGGGG!!!!!

I need some water! Yeah…my mouth is parched.

I run upstairs to the kitchen and grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator and head back to the garage. I am determined to push through it!

After jumping for another minute or so, (I swear it felt longer), I decide to do squats. I manage to get in 50 and I jump for another minute or two all the while panting like I have run a marathon and my heart pounding like crazy. It’s on to 50 dead lifts (using a piece of firewood for resistance), 50 more squats, and another round of jumping.

With my legs feeling like Jell-O, I quit. When I stop th timer on my phone, only 20 minutes have elapsed.

This is going to be harder than I first thought….Pray for me. 😐