Where is God?

I have pondered this question more times than I care to admit. I find myself trapped in a mental state of purgatory that is really "fucking" with me and I don't know how to deal with it. Religion teaches us to have faith...which is belief without proof. Education teaches us to rely on facts/proof. The more educated I get, the more I lose faith. 

History is written by the victor and the victors seldom have any morals in their nature (that's probably why they won).  So I  don't believe in any document written by "victors".... which is any document or book that hasn't been burned.

Which brings me to my original question....."Where is God?"

I'm not saying I'm an atheist, I'm not saying I'm a believer.....I am saying that I know nothing....like John Snow.  If you don't understand the reference then you should probably stop reading this blog (***there will be many references in the future FYI***)

I have come to the conclusion that we (humans) are nothing more than ants in a science project and I can't think of a reason that "god" would give any fuck care about any, specific one of us. 

Are we to believe a deity that created all of universe, is concerned whether or not we got a promotion, demotion, or food in our belly's? 

Doubtful...Unlikely......Wait, WTF, that doesn't make any fucking sense, now that I say it out loud.  Please refer to my initial title and let me know if you can help me on my spiritual journey.

The Naked Wise Man on the Metro

Most people would feel some type of need to explain why in the world they have completely fell off the map for years and then suddenly reappear with zero apologies, and an equal number of fucks to give. But not this guy.......Nope, not me. Of course I could let you all know about the countless number of life lessons and experiences that I have gotten in the past 7 years, but for those of you that know me, you know that's not how I roll. If you don't ask the right questions....you don't get the right answers. I got some pretty bomb ass stories too. Next time you see me, ask me about the following things:

 1. Police Car
 2. Gun Range
 3. Driving Range (car...not golf)
 4. Bed on the Car Rooftop
 5. Mid-Night Move
 6. The Humble Pie
 7. The Deaf Girl (Not my story...but it's worth retelling)

The story that has compelled me to come out of hiding is the one about the Naked Wise Man on the Metro. About 4 years ago, I decided to take a leap of faith and completely left everything I knew behind me and moved from the only place that I knew as my home. The word scared would be the understatement of the year. Scared shitless would be a more accurate description. This would be related to story #5, the mid-night move. The differences between the place I left and where I arrived was like Kansas and OZ. They had this amazing and fascinating mode of transportation that allowed the rider to bypass the ridiculous congestion of city traffic and minimize the time it took to get from 1 end of the city to the other. I asked a local resident upon my arrival...."what do you call this magical contraption?".......He replied....."We call it.......The METRO". I instantly fell in love with the Metro. I couldn't believe that something like this existed. Why in the fuck would anyone choose to drive themselves around and sit in bumper-to-bumper traffic????? Well, I'll tell you why. The thing about public transportation is that it is available to EVERYONE in the public. The homeless, the hopeless, the millionaires, the middle-class, the international visitors and the local residents. As someone with a Sociology minor, I absolutely love the metro. To be able to observe the interactions of people from every walk of life is a psychological gold mine for me. Everyone fits into a certain "class" that I have created.

 The Marshawn Lych's: The majority of people that you see on the Metro fall into this category. These are the people who are only there so they "don't get fined". The only place in the world they would rather be LESS than the Metro, is in traffic. So they bite the bullet and suffer with the fact that they have to share oxygen with people who they feel are beneath them. Imagine being a business executive, making $100-$500K/year and having to sit/stand next to Ray-Ray from the block, who's probably plotting 3 ways that he can get your wallet out of your jacket without you knowing. Or next to Johnny, who hasn't taken a bath in 5 days and has been riding the metro since 5:30am so he can stay out of the heat and sleep off his hangover from last July. I used to wonder why people would stand in the Metro train, even though there are available seats vacant. Well, after seeing Johnny's bare ass sitting on the seat and almost passing out from the stench of dookie, piss, and vinegar corn-chips.......I too am afraid to sit down sometimes. I have never seen a cleaning crew come through in all my years of riding the metro. So why in the fuck would someone, who could afford to travel in style, choose to put themselves through that? Excellent question....I'm glad I asked. The reason is this: No matter how much money or influence you have, you can never buy TIME. Having a Maserati with 200mph on the dash, doesn't do you a bit of good in bumper-to-bumper traffic. You may as well be in a freaking 1991 Volkswagen with your emergency breaks on.The only thing in life that is more important that money is TIME. So if suffering for 15 minutes on a metro is necessary to save yourself a 1.5 hour commute....Then so be it.

 The Socials: These are the people who I really can't stand. These people suffer from a condition known commonly as PLDNA "Pathetic, Lonely, & Desperately in Need of Attention". These poor, unfortunate souls are the type of people who live on the 1st floor of an apartment unit and always leave their blinds open....hoping that people will look at them. They get on the Metro and have conversations on their phone or with anyone who will listen. They have a need to feel like they are important, even though they are very unimpressive as a person or at life in general. They speak very loudly and put all of their business out there, not realizing (or caring) how much of an attention whore they appear to everyone around them. I have heard people discuss their STD medical results, in-grown pubic hair discomforts, and actual crimes committed while riding the metro. Some shit should not be discussed in public. That's all I have to say about that.

 There was a 3rd category, but I deleted it. Words can be very powerful and hurtful, so I decided to sensor myself and remove it. See.....I've matured a little over the past 7 years. Back then, I would have put it on blast and given 2 fucks about people's fragile feelings. But, I digress!!!!! You are probably wondering about the Naked Wise Man on the Metro, huh? Okay, so one day I was riding the metro in the middle of the afternoon. This was back in 2014 and I was Job hunting in the D.C. area. I really was going through some things in my life and I was at one of the lowest points. I always felt like I was destined to do one thing and God had designed me to be perfect for that mission. After a number of disappointing failures, I started to question everything. Like....."what's the fucking point"? I was thinking that I had lost everything and was a complete and total loser for fucking everything up. Just then then, I heard a loud commotion in the rear of the Metro train. There was a "local", homeless man causing a disturbance. I'm pretty sure that he was having a psychological meltdown from the deadly combination of the PTSD meds, alcohol, 100 degree heat outside and I'm sure the Crack Cocaine wasn't doing him any favors. Once we arrived at the next station, the Metro Transit Police were waiting with open arms to take this man into their gentle custody. Armed with Taser's, pepper spray, hand cuffs, an entourage of 4 officers, and 40mm Pistols (as a last resort of course), the police attempted to escort the man from the train. It was painfully obvious that this man had experienced some horrific drama in his life as he was reliving some past event (possibly from War or Grand Theft Auto V). He then began to strip down to his 1 piece suit, made by God, himself. Now please keep in mind that this man is surrounded by cops with guns.........There is a crowd of people watching at this point.....I was going through an Early-Mid-Life Crisis..... And the Naked Wise Man on the Metro looks at me (Yes...He looks me straight in the freaking eyes) and says this: "I ain't got shit. I done gave up the only things that they didn't take from me already.......Fuck you and these goddamn chains. I'm free now".

 Now to the average Joe, this didn't mean shit....besides the fact that this guy is bat-shit crazy.....but to me, this was a sign from God. This was a message to me that by losing everything, I had actually gained true freedom. I no longer had to care about what society thought of me or to set my standard of behavior by the public's expectations. I was finally liberated that day. I lived the early part of my life through a prism that made me afraid to do anything that others may have thought to be wrong or "beneath the status quo". Thanks to the Naked man on the Metro, I stopped giving a fuck about what people thought. I found that I was lying to myself and everyone else before that day because I was ashamed that I wasn't the perfect human that I pretended to be in my 20's. That moment on the metro has resonated with me since that fortuitous encounter and I want to send a special shout out to the Naked man on the metro for changing my life. I probably should have stuck around to see if you got your ass shot or tased...but I was going through some things back then and honestly.....didn't give a fuck. I hope that you are alive, out there somewhere and continuing to spread the message of hope. Respectfully, -The Oracle


P.S.......Since I'm being honest...I'm from the South and I have never had Chitterlings (aka chittlins), nor do I have any plans of having them in the near future or EVER. Just keeping real.

Another Happy New year

So 2011 has come and gone and we are facing a brand new year huh?
Well beside the fact that it will take me 2 months to actually get the date right, and that my tags are officially expired,.....Not much has changed.

I'm pretty sure that all the fat f@ckers out there have made the same New Year's resolution that you made last year......To go to the gym and lose some weight, huh?
Well, the simple fact that you are still fat should tell you that it didn't work last year and it probably isn't gonna work for you this year.
The first step in making progress is admitting that you have a problem......but denial is very natural and I understand and will not judge you.
I'm just saying that maybe you should stop kidding yourself and set a resolution that is more realistic...like eating only one big mac a week.......you know......baby steps.
But at least you drink Diet Coke.....I'm sure that makes a big difference with you Super-Size Fries.

My New Years Resolution is to minimize my alcohol consumption and become less dependant on worldly things.
I'm not making any promises, but I'm taking baby steps.
The hardest part about sticking to your resolution, is setting a realistic goal.
So to all of my beautiful fat people out there......Keep it real.
Stop listening to these anorexic models and talk-show hosts, who feel that you have to show your rib cage in order to be sexy.
Don't go out and buy an expensive Treadmill.
We all know how this story is going to end.....
If not, then just hit the rewind button and go back to 2011 and you can get a preview of 2012.
There is nothing more sexy than a big ass. Strut that stuff and aim for something like having a good "head Game" and a great personality. When those skinny B*tches get old, they'll look like tatering mummy's.
No disrespect........I'm just saying

Going All In

I'm pretty sure that I have quoted Mr. Rudyard Kipling before, but just in case I haven't, I want to reference the Poem "If" for this blog.
In this super awesome poem, he says "if you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it all on one turn of pitch and toss,.....and lose and start again at your beginning, and never breath a word about your loss".

Can you really do that?
I tried it a few times at the casino, but I ended up walking away cussing every MoFo at the table,......
especially that punk-ass dealer who spinned that double Zero at the roulette table.

Then it finally dawned on me that he wasn't talking about money.
When Mr. Henley said winnings, he was talking about every thing that you have achieved in life.
He was talking about taking a chance to reach for the stars.......The moon,.....The Heavens.
The pursuit of greatness takes everything that you have. You can't put forth the minimum and expect great results.
You have to be willing to lose everything in order to gain everything.
So I ask the question....Are you really ready to go "All In"?
It doesn't matter if you are a man or woman.......In order to risk everything, you have to have balls (proverbial balls of course)

In the words of the great Project Pat...."you know what the problem is with the average mu fucka? Niggas aint got no vision....All they wanna do is ride around town in a clean car....sportin some expensive jewelry.....or a big bank roll to impress some bitch.........BUT THATS THE SHORT CHEESE"
In case you aren't from Memphis Tennessee, what he means is that people don't think and plan for the long term.... all they do is think about today and when they do that, they fuck up tomorrow.

I want to encourage you to step out on a limb and reach for your dreams. Even if you don't reach the stars, you will still land on the clouds.....and that's much higher than where you are now.
Isn't it?

You do what you want, but Me.....GTP, I'm about to go all in.

Late Hit

Encroachment,......15 yard penalty.......Repeat 1st down...( oh, and by the way, F-u dirty MoFo)

I know that every one has heard of kicking a man while he is down.
That is the subject of this blog.

I mean DAMN......
He's already been tarred,,,,,,,beaten....and crucified.
Why do you feel that he should be subjected to your individual "Player-Hater-Aid"

You either forgive a person for their transgressions ,,,,,or you don't.
You can't have your cake and eat it too.
You can't lick your Lolly pop and expect it "not to melt"
You can't ......Well, that's non of your Tatering business,....But You Cant Do That either.

If the play is over and the Ref has deemed the player out of bounds,.......
You can't keep hitting the MoFo.
That's just bad business and poor etiquette. (Good thing for Spell Check B/C I didn't know how to spell "Et\i- whatever".

If you ever decide to forgive someone for something, then it is very important that you "REALLY" forgive them.
Don't lie to yourself and pretend to forgive them, if deep down inside you have nothing but resentment and hatred for trhem...,,,,
You will only hurt yourself and them.
\Truth Hurts.....But Lies hurt more.
Grow some balls,  and speak your heart.

Other wise, deal with the consequences of a pissed off "dude or female".

Gtp- Out

Insanity

The informal definition of insanity is ......doing the same thing over and over, and expecting a different outcome.
hahahahahaha..,,,,
Well I guess that means that everyone is insane....right?


We all believe in hope and change......Well, at least most of us.

To believe that something or someone will change after years of being the same way is almost ludicrous.
You can't teach an old dog new tricks......

If you think that is merely a statement, then you might want to reconsider your stance.

Regardless if you believe in horoscope signs or Chinese Calender Projections, you can not deny the fact that a person is the person they will be, by the time they reach adulthood.
It's not like they will wake up one day and suddenly be completely different than the person they were the day before..........Right?

Therefore, it is insane for you to believe that your _________________....(Fill in the blank: Abusive, Selfish, Inconsiderate, Spineless, Poor Excuse of a Partner) will suddenly become this amazing person you envision them to be in your dreams. You can not change people......You can only change yourself.
If you truly accept them for who they are, then you can only blame and change YOURSELF.

If you can not come to grips with the fact that either, you have to accept your situation, or you have to cut your losses and move on, then you are doing nothing more than repeating the same actions and expecting different results.
Like I said at the beginning, that is the definition of.......INSANITY.

If you aren't INSANE.......You aren't in LOVE.
A life without love is a waste of breath...........
Donate it to someone who can use it and kick rocks.........and probably the bucket too.

(disclaimer: It was a tatering joke "kind of", I am not responsible for any attempts to end your life, just because you are emotionally unstable enough to take that last statement seriously.....*****dumbAss***)

Life is a roller coaster.......filled with ups and downs......twists and turns.......
The only thing that differentiates fear from fun, is.......FAITH.
You either have it, or you don't.

Killa B.J.

Ha....ha......
I know by the title you thought I was going to be talking about some awesome Head action....Huh?
Sorry to disappoint you, but I am talking about an old friend of mine who I recently bumped into. Me and Killa B.J. go back all the way to 1993. We used to be competitive at every thing.....basketball, collecting cards, job hours......tatering everything.
We haven't spoken in years and he called me out the blue a few weeks ago and let told me how much he enjoyed reading my blogs.
If you haven't noticed, I haven't posted a new blog in ...........I don't know,    A long ass time.
I have had a lot to write about but I really didn't feel like putting the shit out there. Killa B.J. motivated me to keep on, keeping on.......if not for myself,.........then for the people who read my shit.

So, here is the next blog.
At the corner of Winchester and Riverdale there is a homeless lady who sings and dances every day for donations to her next crack party. I saw her again today...(Christmas) and she was soooo happy to be out there performing for all of her adoring fans.
See, I was raised to take pride in what I do.......no matter what the Tater it is that I do.
If I sweep floors, then be the best damn floor sweeper that has walked the face of this Earth.

Apparently, she was raised the same way, cause home girl was dancing her ass off like she was auditioning for America's Got Talent or some shit like that.

A crackhead is like a loyal pitbull.......
They will be down for you no matter what you do.
(As long as you provide them with their life line........Crack)
Unlike drug dealers, I offer my wonderful crackheads a substance that is just as addictive as crack....Jesus Christ
I wish I had a few dollars so that I could have contributed to her next GFU session (Get Fucked Up), but I didn't. But deep inside, I knew she understood that I appreciated her performance when I stuck my head out the window and shouted........"Go Shawty......its your Birthday......Whoop .....Whoop"
How do I know????????
I don't know.....maybe by the way she took her wig off and waved it at me, screaming........."Hey Fat Daddy....Merry Christmas Baby".
But what really made me appreciate her was when I pulled up to the next light (only about 100ft away).
There was this homeless guy at the intersection looking all grimy and holding a sign saying "Homeless and Hungry".

Normally, that would almost jerk a tear (NOT) and cause me to donate to his next 40oz of beer, but after seeing the b**** at the previous light bust a move like the Jackson 5, I felt like this guy was "Gold Bricking" (Gold Bricking= putting forth the minimun effort to get by and nothing more).
From now on, If you aint putting on some kind of Broadway Stage production.......and you want me to give you some money........you are gonna be S.O.L. (Shit out of Luck).

So you can consider this a Public Service Announcement......
If you Hungry, Homeless, and Hopeless, and you want me to give you some money........
You gonna have to bust a Mother Tatering Move.
If BoomSheeka at the corner of Winchester and Riverdale can take enough pride at what she does and go "HAM" at begging by putting on a decent performance, then you need to invest a little bit of time as well.
That lame ass"need money" sign shit is sooooooo 2010.
You need to upgrade.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.......(The key word being NEW........impress me)
I know the U.S. Dollar has declined in value, but I know a few people on Third Street who appreciate a Dollar......
So If you want to stand at an intersection and hold up a sign and expect money.........
You might want to consider putting together an impressive routine.....

Otherwise, I'm taking my business to Winchester and Riverdale.

Call me what you want......but, don't you dare call me "Collect...........Bi-atch"

GTP....out

Merry Christmas......Nicka

 ......I See you BoomSheeka.......Whoop ....Whoop....If I could afford some beads, I would get you some

But times is hard.

.LOL

Coming To America

My favorite movie in the entire world is none other than "Coming To America". I mean......it was a taterin classic.
Eddie Murphy was amazing (all 3 or 4 characters he played).
So recently, I had the opportunity to go back to Africa for a visit. Getting there was no problem.....however, getting back was a true adventure.

The flight over the Atlantic Ocean is like 11.5 hours, which doesn't include the time it takes you to get to the Atlanta International air port from your respective city.
For someone like myself, who is ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder), sitting still in a small chair for 11.5 hours is like being buried alive in an underground coffin......needless to say "it sucks".

My adventure back to America began with African Airport Security.
You know how Americans bitch and complain about how violated they are when they have to allow a machine to x-ray their bodies naked?????
Well over there, they don't have machines that do that..........
So they do it themselves.......BY HAND.

While I was in line about to be searched (for the 3rd time), I saw this lady in front of me getting searched....
O....M.....(Taterin)....G
I couldn't believe how thorough they were searching that woman.
I was almost compelled to start whistling and throwing out dollar bills for the hot girl on girl action that appeared to be going on in front of me.
Shit.....if she could fit a bomb in those places, she would be Houdini.

So after making it through the numerous levels of security with at least half of my manhood still in tact, I finally boarded the plane and was set to return home.
We made a stop in Accra, Ghana to pick up additional passengers, in order to make sure the airline made as much money in one flight as possible (blood suckers).

As fate would have it, the plane had some mechanical issues and after 6 hours of sitting on the runway, we were eventually deboarded and forced to leave the airport without our luggage. That means, No change of clothes, no toiletries, no phone chargers, ect.
So when we re boarded 20+ hours later, it was understandable that everyone wasn't smelling quite so rosy fresh.
It was hotter than an old school Chevy, sittin on chrome, with 1 nigga, 2 Mexicans, and 3 kilos in the trunk...........That's pretty damn hot huh? (woop-woop, there go da po-po's)

Finally, we were in the air and all was good. I had the A/C on, my headphones on blast, and endless movies playing on the private tv screens. It was a pretty cool ride back.

Someone forgot to send me the taterin memo that Memphis was covered in snow, so I was freezing my ass off in shorts and a damn Hawaiian shirt when I stepped outside terminal to hitch a ride home.

I only told you 15% of my trip, because I know you fuckers are ADD too and I didn't want to lose you. Holla at me when you see me and I will tell you the rest.

2's

Making Seven an Even Number

This is probably the 1st of my last 7 blogs. Words can be a strong weapon, and once you release them, they can never truly be taken back. Only sugar-coated and blamed on emotions.

After many traumatic situations in my life over the past year, I have finally understood what God has been telling me the whole time. There may have been times in everyones life when they knew that it was only by the grace of God that they are still here today.
In all things you do, remember this:
"Do what is right; then if men speak against you, calling you evil names, they will become ashamed of themselves for falsely accusing you when you have only done what is good. Remember, if God wants you to suffer, it is better to suffer for doing good than for doing wrong! Christ also suffered. He died once for the sins of all us guilty sinners, although he himself was innocent of any sin at any time, that he might bring us safely home to God" 1 Peter 3:16-18.

Life is too short to hold grudges against any person.
Someone who I have always held in the highest regards showed me that true power is having the power to let go.
As much as a I thought about traveling the paved road that others have laid before me, I can not be upset that I haven chosen the least traveled, as the right one.

If you can not accept responsibility for your own wrong doings then you have not acheived true maturity.
The easiest act in life is to lie......it is almost natural when you consider the nature of self-preservation.
The hardest act is to tell the truth.....and accept the consequences of those actions.

I would rather go into battle at the side of an honest coward, than that of a lying hero.
Don King was always in Mike Tyson's corner......until he got his ass knocked the fuck out.
..........On to the next one....huh?

I may not always have a bed to sleep on,,,,,,,,but I will always have a clear concious when I lay my head down....even if the floor is ice cold.

She Did It For Love

Have you ever found yourself, up in the middle of the night, for no apparent reason.......and flipping through the channels trying to find something decent to watch on TV?

If you have,......then you probably know that there isn't shit on besides info-mercials and ........more info-mercials, trying to sell you shit and tell you how fat you are......because from a marketing stand point,....only lazy fat mother taters are up at that time of night.

Well, I have found myself up at weird hours of the morning watching these depressing shows.
That is,.....until I found the animal channel.

I was watching this show about this family of wild dogs.
In the episode I watched, this mama dog had just given birth to a batch of young pups and as they got older, she had to go out and hunt for food to feed them.
She came home to find some huge predator trying to eat her babies.

Now, keep in mind that she is a fucking dog.....and the thing trying to eat her babies is like a lion.
There is absolutely, no chance in hell that she can possibly win that battle.

So, while I am sitting there watching the show.....I am saying out loud....."run stupid bitch (literally).....you can't beat a lion" ......I watched her charge at the lion in order to protect her beloved pups.
(S M H)
sure enough, he killed her almost instantly and enjoyed a buffet of wild dog and puppy chowder.

Even though it made more sense for her to save her own life and produce more babies, it was only natural that she sacrifice herself in order to protect her young.

There is nothing in the world that can replace something that you love. It is more than sentimental.....some things are irreplaceable.

If you won the lottery and had no one to share it with, it would be worthless.
So when you see people do stupid things, for people they love,.........
Know that sometimes, ......love has the capability to make stupidity disappear.
If you have ever known love, then you have known stupidity, at some point or another.

If you have not......then you haven't understood how much ignorance can be truly bliss.

Leap of Faith

Back in high school, I used to run track. Well, honestly, I really didn't do much running. I was more of a field event specialist (I wasn't that special). My most troubling event was the triple jump. Never in my life, had I ever jumped off of my right foot before, and the triple jump demanded me to jump off of it twice, before making the third jump with my dominant left one. At first I told the coach that I couldn't do it, but he saw something in me that I didn't see in myself. So I took a chance and stuck with it. Eventually, I mastered the technique and it quickly became my best event.

All that was said in order to set the foundation for today's topic.........Leap of Faith.
In life, you have to make some very important decisions.......which job to take.....weather or not to accept a promotion.......to move to a new city.....when to have kids.....when to get married....who to marry....ect.

All of these decisions require you to take a leap of Faith.
Jumping without knowing where or how you are going to land. You only have faith that you will land safely without breaking your legs.....or even worst....not land at all.

Taking the safe route and only jumping when you know that you have a safe landing spot is probably the prudent thing to do. However, I learned from the triple jump in high school, that the most rewarding jumps can be the ones that are the hardest.
I learned from life, that when you take leaps of faith and break your legs upon landing.....it takes years before you are able to walk again.....sometimes......you are crippled for life.
All from taking one huge leap of faith.

When you decide to take a leap of faith, you have to leave the mountain you jumped from behind and pray that there is water on the next mountain, otherwise, you will die a slow death of dehydration or end your misery and jump off the cliff.
So think twice before you take that leap, it could be a long way down if you miss your landing.
And the only person in the entire world you will be able to blame......will be that broke legged, mother Tater, with you in that lonely, dark, pit....YO DAMN SELF.

a moment of silence

"Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani" (MATTHEW 27 VS 46')
As Jesus was dying on the cross, these were his final words.

although some of his persecutors thought that he was calling out to the prophet Elijah, the bible defines the words as "my god, my god,.....why have you forsaken me?".

Most people in this world will never know how much people have sacrificed for them.
They only see, know, and care about what they can see.

My great grandmother, grandmother, and mother (same as all fathers), have dedicated blood, sweat, and tears so that I can enjoy freedom......true freedom;

This blog is dedicated to all of those who can understand true sacrifice........
The giving of ones self, for another.
Putting your happiness, life, love, and liberty, aside for others to be able to move on and live productive lives.

On the 10th year anniversary of 9-11,
let us take a moment of silence for all those who have lost a special person on that terrible day.

Where were you?

Where were you when it happened?

I know exactly where I was and what I was doing.
I saw every thing happen like a movie on tv. We were supposed to be watching a movie in class, but the teacher couldn't get the channel correct, because every channel was playing some action flick, filled with explosions and blasts, that the teacher couldn't change. Eventually, we found out that what we were watching wasn't a movie and told to go home and call our families.

My heart goes out to all of those family members of those people who were directly affected by these attacks.
My initial intention  in writing this blog, was to express my feelings about  recent incidents in my life........but,
at the end of the day, I must get over it and realize that my life is so unimportant in the grand scheme of life.

When people let others into their lives, they completely open up themselves to attack, scrutiny, and judgement of their short Cummings.
So when they use these things against you, you should have seen it coming.
keep your enemies close and your friends closer.

No pictures,......no quotes.....just texts, is what i have for this blog.
I have spent this past weekend watching how the family members of the lost souls of 9-11-01 have had to deal with their lost, and came to the conclusion that my petty problems are............well,
petty.
I thought my situation was so important and pressing.
I don't have the spirit to fight for such things anymore like what people think about me.

Sometimes when people go off to war and die..........the ones left behind have the gull to think that their loved ones went to die for themselves.
There is a fine line between the selfish and the selfless.
It is easy to confuse one with the other.

Most people don't think about how the women and children of those who died bravely on 9-11-01 to protect others.....probably were pissed that their loved one sacrificed themselves and their families for complete strangers.....and left them to carry a lifetime burden.
no one ever talks about that. huh?

Sticks and stones, can break the bones of giants......but words can break the heart of a
God.

Rules to Dating Your Friends Sister

Apparently, people still haven't caught on to the simple fact that THERE ARE RULES TO EVERYTHING.....AND EVERYTHING HAS RULES.

If you are going to do something, then do it right and follow the damn rules. If not, then know that there are real and sometimes severe consequences to those actions.

So let me lay this topic (again) on your Medulla Oblongata. ( you know, that part of your brain that controls your emotions.....unless you are Like the Water Boy, of course, and believe that happiness comes from ray's of sunshine.)

The topic of today's discussion is RULES RELATED TO DATING YOUR FRIENDS SISTER.
First and foremost, I would like to say that you should NEVER,,,,,,,,EVER,,,,,,,EVER,EVER, EVER, .....DATE YOUR FRIENDS SISTER.

You don't mix business with pleasure.
Business in this situation, would be your relationship with your friend.
Pleasure would have to be any relationship with a woman who you plan on Boinking.

The funny thing about human emotion, is that you have no power over who you are attracted to. No matter how hard you try.....you can not, fight, ignore, or control the desires of your mind, body and soul....you can only control how you act upon them.
Which brings us back to the topic at hand.

If you should ever find yourself in a position, where you have developed strong fellings for a brother or sister of a close friend....Then there are rules and regulations that lay out the correct protocol, for pursuing these types of relationships.
First, I would like to explain the difference between mice and men.
The only difference between mice and men is an oval shaped pair of BALLS.

There is absolutely, nothing wrong with having feelings about ya buddy's sister.
However....If you ain't got the balls to let him know, then we are dealing with a serious case of what P. Diddy has called "Bitch-ass-ness".
Assuming that all parties involved are "grown, consenting, adults",...One might argue that it is none of the older siblings business......Touche' to you.

But if it is to be a secret, love affair....Then don't go out in public!!!!!

It only becomes a problem when everyone and "Dey Mamma" hear's, see's, and knows about it.......except the over-protective, pistol-wheeling, psychopathic, brother.

To Sum up everything:
It is o.k. to date your friends sister or brother.
The rule of thumb is simply to let him/her know.

Nobody is saying that you have to ask permission!!!  The rule simply states, that you inform your friend of the situation.
Beware:.....You may have to choose 1, or loose both. That is the risk you take buddy.

"It is better to hear from the horses mouth, than to smell from the horses rear."
Goldeneye

OBTW......If you fuck Tater Up in the relationship, with his sister, he already knows your weaknesses and exactly where to hit you to hurt you the most....And if he doesn't beat the shit out of you......His dad will kick his ass for doing NOTHING...and especially your ass for doing SOMETHING.
Double Whammy.
Just saying.

Is it wrong to be what they call you??

It has been brought to my attention that I "am insatiable". For the majority of you, you are like me and had a WTF moment when you read that.
I have been called a number of things from a mean asshole to God's girft to humanity.........I've heard it all.
Except insatiable.
So I had to go look it up.
Turns out, that the word meant that I was unable to be satisfied.
Someone felt that no matter what I accomplished or what I got,....it would never be enough and I would always want more.
At first, I took this as an insult, and confused it with being ungrateful. But after further research, I was able to learn that it merely meant that I constantly needed to set new and higher goals in my life.
After my initial anger was replaced by an honest realization, that they were right, i came to form this question:
"What's wrong with that?"

Is it wrong to aim for the skies and strive to be all that you can?....
I suppose what they meant was that even after I have reached my goals, I decide that it isn't good enough and I want more.
They could not be more correct........I WANT IT ALL.

I feel like a life without purpose is a life not worth living......Contentment, to me, is death.
If you are satisfied with where you are in life, and do not wish for anything more, then you are wasting God's gift of life.
He has given you what you have....as a stepping stone to reach his next blessing.

What separtates a person who works to survive, from a person who survives to work?????  MOTIVATION.....that's what.

If working to survive is your idea of maximiziong your "one life to live" then, so be it. But as for me, I choose to travel a different path.
I feel that every goal accomplished should be followed up by a more impossible goal. It is through this method of thinking that all the greats have achieved greatness.
When others say NO, I just smile and imagine the look on their facces after I have transformed and unimaginable act, into a simple shrug, indicating that I have "been there, done that  ....(Yawn)"

Before that comment was made to me, I had no clue that I was insatiable. But now....I wear it proudly....like a Phat Azz Platinum Rolex Wristwatch baby........BAM!!!!  In yo face.

I didn't wrtite this blog to motivate myself to aim high....I have always done that.
This blog was written to let you know that it is ok to be insatiable. In fact,.....If you aren't, you are probably wasting some high quality oxygen, and I need as much as I can get. (unless you're from Pittsburg, I heard your air sucks..sorry JKIReal)

100 Blogs Later

Well, ladies and Gents,
I have finally made it to my blog, Centennial milestone.
So after 100 blogs, I wonder how much I have changed over the time.

100 blogs ago, I believe I wrote for others. Now, I write for myself.
I have invented a few words and changed a few lives along the way. (yeah, I am pretty modest huh?)

I just wanted to use this opportunity, to thank you all for keeping me motivated and encouraged.
I really want to send a special shout out to all my haters.
Thanks to you, for your negative comments and always giving me ammunition to fuel my already heated fire.
I salute you all with a smile and a middle finger.

I dedicate the words....MUFFER AND TATER....to you bitches.

I would like to thank my Wonderful Therapist, Ezra for your direction and lessons in life.(Not really, but thanks for listening to me though)
You were more than a Guardian Angel sent from God.......You were the 3rd piece of my enlightenment Triangle
Your name was Ezra,

There is a chapter in the Bible named Ezra,

and MY FAVORITE ALCOHOL IS 90 PROOF EZRA......YAY!!!

Put all 3 together....And you have a shit load of contradictions going on. (God, the Devil, and the mediator....ha.)

The last year of my life has been totally awesome.
I have weathered storms that made Katrina look like a slight breeze and survived.
The man in the mirror looks younger and stronger than ever before.
Some would say that I have become a cold and bitter individual, but that is sooooo not true.
I have merely realized that nice guys finish last, and I am a Winner (in my Charlie Sheen voice)

Life is too short to allow others to dictate who you should be.

Love the skin that you are in, and live life to the fullest.

GTP-------OUT DIS BIATCH.
MUFFERS