Archive for July, 2013

Is This Today?

Posted: July 31, 2013 in America, Politics, Race, Society
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The topic of racism is something I bring up quite a bit.  It matters to me because it is a common theme in my life.

I grew up in 70s and 80s. There was TV programming that brought up social relevant and controversial issues.

I wonder if the following clip is relevant for today. When I first saw and today it broke my heart. Would appreciate any feedback.

As I look upon these photos of my mother, me and my siblings I tend to wonder. At what point did we begin to feel safe? When did we get off that ethnic, poverty and abandonment tightrope? Perhaps we never did. The images have changed but that mindset remains. No matter. We’re survivors and own the sins of the past.

Me, my sister Carmen and my brother Esteban.

Me, my sister Carmen and my brother Esteban.

Indictment

Posted: July 30, 2013 in America, Life, Politics, Society
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Like most people I have questions which most likely won’t be adequately answered.

My queries will end up in some esoteric universe full of eight-track tapes and pet rocks.

Nonetheless, I will throw them out into the internet cosmos and hope for the best.

Why do hate mongers exist? Hate isolates and is self-injurious in nature.

Why do politicians take money from lobbyist? It’s a bribe. Taxpayers pay their salaries and operating costs.

When will people realize that working side by side with volunteers is worth more than writing a check?

When will everyone value a united, loving home as much as they do material distractions and social status?

Can we all agree that less is more? Probably not. More is the American way. More food, money, love and praise.

At the height of the real estate boom in California, people owned homes without merit.

Janitors, telemarketers and low-level retail people owned 3 to 4 bedroom homes. Why? They couldn’t afford it.

Balloon payment was due and the un-middleclass floated away. Why did they do it? Why was it allowed?

I am judgmental. No apologies at all. I have the right to ask questions. And others have the right to stay silent. Chickens!

 

How many unarmed black people have to be shot in Florida? This poor 60 year-old man got shot on his own property! Fortunately he lived.

Say It Ain't So Already

Thank God this guy wasn’t killed:

Lying in a hospital bed the night after he was shot by Escambia County sheriff’s deputies in his own front yard, Roy Middleton only had one question: Why?

Middleton, 60, of the 200 block of Shadow Lawn Lane in Warrington, was shot in the leg about 2:42 a.m. Saturday while trying to retrieve a cigarette from his mother’s car in the driveway of their home.

A neighbor saw someone reaching into the car and called 911. While he was looking into the vehicle, deputies arrived in response to the burglary call.

Middleton said he was bent over in the car searching the interior for a loose cigarette when he heard a voice order him to, “Get your hands where I can see them.”

He said he initially thought it was a neighbor joking with him, but when he turned his head he saw deputies…

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Poetic Justice

Say It Ain't So Already

Instant karma:

You go girl!

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Old

Posted: July 28, 2013 in Friendship, Life, Love
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Yesterday was my 44th birthday. I was feeling very blah in the days and hours prior to the event.

My mentality was : Time marches on and it’s marching across my youth! I couldn’t have been more wrong.

My body is 44 years-old. My heart is perpetually 20-something.  And I have proof of my youth.

Every young person I know identifies with me and loves who I am. I have received the cool seal of approval!

Other cool people (around my age) identify with me and love who I am.  So what is true youth?

Youth is a frame of mind, not your body.  A friendless curmudgeon is old. A phony, self-absorb lounge lizard is old.

A single-minded bigot is old. And soulless rapist of nature and humanity is old.

I am YOUNG! When I die at 100 years of age, I will still be young. Those that love me keep me young and happy.

Yesterday, I received my gifts. The most important gift was real love and many gave it.

I am a born and raised American. I love my country and I love my people. This congressman has an empty soul.

He’s likely to be taken care by a Latina later in life. I can assure you My people have taken care of his kids and home.

But I doubt he’s ever spoken to them as equals. I’m sure they are invisible to him. This man and many like him scare me.

By the way, We were here first. The gringos moved in.