Faker than a 3 dollar bill

I hate blogs.

Yeah, I know. This is coming from someone that writes one.

I just hate blogs that are nothing more than little or large soap boxes for snitches.

Yeah, I said it. Snitches.

Cats online, are always breaking the code.

If you gotta ask what the code is, then you don't need to know.

I dont even talk about none of the stuff these cats are spitting on their blogs and I know there is certain things you dont discuss or disclose.

Why are they doing it?

One reason.

Women.

First of all, most dudes dont sit at computers all day and read blogs. Real cats have jobs, and real things to do. So who is at the computer half the day?
Women.

So cats begin to talk to these women.

Some of em brag about their conquests. For whatever reason woman like when a man brags on his sexual prowness, then get attitudes when dude cant deliver. I never will understand that. Women act like they hate players, when they really love players. Truthfully, a woman will respect you if you just be upfront and tell her the real deal. They seem to get over the fact you married or have a wife quickly. Also, quiet as it is kept, women really want to be men. You can dress like it, act like it, talk like it, get paper like it and at the of the day you still have to sit down to urinate.

I dont subscribe to many blogs because I find them very self absorbing. I am even at a point where I dont even know if I want to continue the one I have. Now, make no mistake, Im not hating on dudes that are bring something significant to the table. Yet, if you just runnin your mouth about bending some random chick over, dude condom or not, you are winning about as good as Charlie Sheen.

Women seem to like this weak kind of stuff.

Am I saying women are silly.

Yeah, that is exactly what I am saying.

Women always talk about they want a real man. When all they listen to, watch, and admire are characters faker than a 3 dollar bill. Then some em get burned and get on their blogs and want to blast cats. The game is hard but fair.

Truthfully, this is a generation of weaklings.
Cats are sissified.
Im glad I am old school.
And here is the deal, im not saying our generation is perfect or any better. But we did understand the code. With the internet of course, the code has just gone out the window. Now we have a bunch of cowards with no character masquerading as journalists. Thank God some of yall have cut and paste degrees because your blogs would suck without them.

Yeah Im dissing. Yeah Im hating.
I did mention I hate blogs, didn't I?

Yeah its Friday, but What Part of the Game is That?

Things around here are crazy. I have lost some papers and its not even funny. I have until Monday to find them. Its going to look a lot like Hurricane Ike around here. Kudos to myself for being the dumbest citizen on planet earth. Anyway, I was reading a blog this morning. The whole talk about the perfect person. The writer decides to give the women because about 90 percent of the responses came from them the opportunity to build their perfect mate.

Uh...yeah.

One thing about those kind of foolish projects. They only show how foolish we are. But, I guess some think thats what Fridays are for. What would my perfect woman be like?

Hmmmm...........

You know what, I cannot even go there today, Friday or not.

Its like me asking God to move out the way and let me do this because You dont know what you're doing.

I know... "Can't we have some kinda fun".

Thats the problem, people.

We cannot focus on people because we too busy wanting people to be like other people, physically or mentally.

And folks got nerve to wonder why they are single. No discernment. No Holy Ghost conviction.

For me, one thing I cannot stand is a dumb woman or worst a smart woman acting dumb.

You know being single is great at times but I swear some of the topics that run through our noodles are ridiculous.

All in the name of the ending of a work week.

What part of the game is that?

What do you call a Black Man...

I am a Black man. There is a lot in that statement. One of the greatest things, a person can know is themselves, particularly their identity. However, with that trip is a bag of bitter candies. Sometimes your badge of honor can be a badge of shame.


Recently, I was at a movie theater and I was leaving the theater and my car would not start. I knew I needed a jump. There were two white females in front of the theater talking. I walked up to them about half way where my car was and ask if they could help me with a jump. They simply ignored me. Was it my skin color? Was it my gender? Was it both? One lady turned and quickly walked away, while the other jumped into her car and sped off.

To say I felt like crap would be an understatement.

I called a friend and vented my frustration. Before I go further, I did ask someone else, a white guy and his girlfriend for a jump and they happily obliged. Now back to this. I called and friend and vented. She simply told me that she would have basically done the same thing. I'm like what? She was like they didnt know you and do you watch the news.

The news. Really?

So its the media's fault I couldnt get any assistance? Paranoia? Fear?

Ah, fear. The devil's biggest weapon and America's biggest cash cow.

So how does a guy in my position supposed to feel?
Am I to be understanding? Am I to be pitied? What exactly or how exactly am I supposed to think or feel? Its possible that they reacted out of fear. Yet, how am I as a Black man supposed to take that. As an insult. Or do I need to just shut up and deal with it.

I dont want to make seem like the the model citizen of the world but I am a college graduate, a bible teacher and minister. Those things of course are not visible to the naked eye. So in some jacked up way, it is what it is. Reminds me of a quote Malcolm X once made. "What do you call a Black man with a PhD? Nigger.

Not fair.

Learning 101

Too many teachers,

too many preachers,

and God bless em all,

but there are very few reachers.



The knowledge you think you know,

isnt worth salt in bread

if you can display and show.



Ya see, as long as arm chair revolutionaries,

and facebook prophets, and you tube messiahs,

and corner store sooth sayers run ruffshod.

You will never sit still to really have an encounter with God.



Because Im sorry yall.

I cant get down with the get down,

if the fruit aint blooming around.



As you learn,

the one thing you must know,

is that you dont know nothing.

And the more you learn,

the less you know.

Giving real meaning to the phrase "less is more"



And while you bask in the waters of something you think is truth.

Make sure it has properties of the elements able to produce.

Otherwise its masturbation.

Feels good, but cant create nothing but a sticky situation.

Grace is the for the humble,

while pride is a cell

in the bottom of hell.



This is the reason kings are dethroned,

the reason most prideful and arrogant are alone.

This is the reason the wise lose wisdom,

the reason singers lose their rhythm.



So learn to create and create to learn.

all the while managing to be concerned.

For what are your words, if no life is in them?

Where is grace? Where is peace? Where is love?

Not in a poem, or in a conversation.

But in a life, in someone's hands, in someone's deeds.

This is learning 101, and all of its needs.



Richard J Wright (2011)

VOH Update II

Well, well, well. Visions of Heaven has officially gone to print. The book is in now at the printing press stage of publishing. WOOHOO! Time to get to work!

Exiling the 'R' Word

Relationships.

In and of themselves, they are can be fulfilling and even great. Yet, they can be darker than the ring around the collar a two day old shirt.

I went to a singles BBQ that the singles ministry was having at my church. Except for one problem, married folk was there. (just like folks to not stay inside the lines) Anyhoo. Somebody mentioned the word men at the domino table, which yours truly was holding court of course. I interrupted the comment and said that they shall be no talk of men and women at this table. Too much estrogen and testosterone start mixing ideas and WORLD WAR III erupts. I wasn't going to let that get in the way of my trash talking, bone slamming, conquest of the game. (first game, I wound up getting up because it became 3 on 1, but I did get back on the board and won 2 games, take that #diddydance)

In relationships, there is a dirty word that people do not like to deal with and that word is expectations. When we dont meet people expectations, we tend to become disgruntled and just flat out disappointed. I have a friend who I had considerable interest in, but I haven't been sure its something I really would pursue in a deeper way. However, a situation arose where I do believe she has exiled herself to the dungeon of plutonica, TRANSLATION (i will check upon you from time to time and see how you doing, maybe do lunch, dutch of course, but that all folks). Now truth be told, I probably made my mind up about that a lot sooner than later regarding her. She just didn't help her case.




My friend and I are always talking about how it sucks to be single. Yet, we become disillusioned by the dating process altogether. We talk about how we are going to let God choose our mates. Yet, that hasnt stopped from trying to help God. I know He is just shaking His head at us. We are a hot mess. Truthfully, we just want the magic of love. That feeling and life that God gives a man and a woman. We just want to be happy with someone and want someone to happy with us. Even in our issues and problems, selfishly we want to be accepted. Because when you are trying to get yourself together, seeing couples hugging and holding hands can be sweet or sickening. Either way, we just want love.






I tweeted today about meeting a woman this morning, courting her this afternoon and proposing to her this evening and marrying her tonight. Sounds like a movie script. I will sue you if you try to make a movie. I have the tweet! (take that #diddydanceagain) Anyway, we just want that magic that God gives a couple when they are in love. Nice conversations, big hugs, sweet kisses, comforting words. Is that asking too much? I dont think so. I even write little notes to my future wife. Its just a small showing of my faith that she will come eventually. I believe it before I see it. I get discouraged but I try to keep my head up.

I will put the R word on hold. Im just tired of talking about it for now. I decided to blog about it, so I could be done with it. Maybe God will do something awesome for me regarding my desire to with someone. Until then, in the infamous words of Donald Trump "R word you're fired!"

VOH Update

Visions of Heaven is on the way. I just finished completing a second round of edits. The front and back cover is great. It is just a matter of a few weeks right now. Glory to God. Time for the marketing strategy. God help me.

What Part of the Game is That? The Myth of Black men being Intimidated by Strong Black Women

Wassup yall. You all have heard somebody say it one time or another. "He is just intimidated by a strong independent Black woman" or "He cant handle a woman like me". Some either said it to us in sour grape mode or when Black women generally talk about Black men in relationships in today's world.

Brothers we have been sold out. Sold out by the man. Sold out by some of the brothers. Sold out by our sisters. Its okay, because hey strange enough, we should expect it, given our history in the country.

Black women, we love you. We love you strong. We love you weak. Stop trying to be stronger than us. That's the problem. While I will agree that some men have dropped the ball. All of us haven't. Don't exclude us because you think that we dont fit your bill. And who told you what a real man is supposed to be like. What is he supposed to think? Where does he suppose to come from?

Ladies, seriously. Does our credit have be 800? Do we have to spend all our free time with you? Do I have give up my female friends? Must I already have a home, so I can sell it or move out of it and we buy a home together? Must I be 6 foot tall? Must I have a 6 pack? How long will good men have to hear these kind of conversations? Do you really need to know what I am doing with savings accounts. Do you really need to know where am I going to be in 5 years?

All these questions. Is this what it means to be with a strong woman? I doubt it. Truthfully, its not an issue of your strength. Some of yall just have bad attitudes. When you cannot get what you want, you pout. You call up your girls. You watch bunch men hating movies and listen to a bunch of men hating songs. Just because you can loud talk, dont make you strong. Trust me, your breath is stronger.

I say we go back to the drawing board.
After all, where you going.
You not gonna settle.
I figure to get all the things you think you want, its going to take about 5 years. Good luck trying to find Mr. Right.

An Open Letter to my Future Wife IV

Hey sweetie,

Tonight, I am so tired. God I wish you were here. The other night I was dreaming crazy. I dont know if it was the ice cream or what. Truthfully, I am missing you. Even though you are somewhere in the future, I can only pray, it isnt the distant future. I could use a back rub. lol But anyway, take care. Pray for me, and I will pray for you. God bless you hun.

Love,

Richard