Book Review: The Mis-Education of the Negro

 

“The race has great possibilities. Properly awakened, the Negro can do the so-called impossible in the business world and thus help to govern rather than merely be governed.”

-Carter G. Woodson, The Mis-Education of the Negro

 

 

This is a book I’ve been wanting to read for a long time, and I finally got a chance to read it this month, and while it is “Black” History Month, and it has been documented that it was Carter G. Woodson’s idea to acknowledge it in February, it’s more ironic than incidental that I read it this month because it didn’t dawn on me until a couple of days after I started reading it.

As I read this book, I found myself shaking my head quite often. Not because I thought the book was boring or stupid or anything, it’s because a lot of the things Carter G. Woodson discussed in that book nearly 100 years ago is still going on today. 

 He mentioned that a lot of the self-debasing, defeated way of thinking that most “Black” people have stems from the social engineering and conditioning that they’re “inferior” to the alleged “superior” Caucasians, however, he also points out that “Negroes” have to take the responsibility and accountability of the breaking the mental chains at some point.

I’m of the opinion that nearly everything starts in the mind, and this is where Dr. Woodson suggested that we start. We must thoroughly and diligently reverse engineer and change that way of thinking and how we were taught.

He talked about the “Negroes” who, again, mainly due to how they were educated or mis-educated, tend to think they’re better and/or smarter than those of their ethnicity who don’t have what they have. They tend to parrot the same bullshit narratives and side with the same people who view them as beneath them, just like the others in their race.

You have the Negroes who try to one-up the other versus working together, or they will try to sabotage them (AKA The Crab-in-the-bucket mentality), and there are those who are limited in their ability in some cases to teach those of their ethnicity.

In their minds, other races’ ice is colder, specifically the Caucasian. I’ve encountered this a few times in my life, and have seen it many times. They ask you a question--keep in mind, they asked you--and you give them an answer, and they will look at you as if you tried to explained Calculus or Mandarin. A Caucasian will come along and say the very thing you just said, and it’s good as gold. It’s as if “God” himself said it.

I’ve also seen this type of thing on the job. They will give the “Black” manager or supervisor all types of hell, and if a white manger comes along says, “Jump,” these bastards would yell “How high?” I’m not talking about the ones who, if you make them supervisor of a broom closet, they don’t know how to act. They lose their minds and let it go to their head.

In sports, in a lot of cases, I see where the white coaches is usually more respected than the “Black” ones. He (the white coach) will take over that same team that the “Negro” coach before him had--who encountered rebellion, groaning and bitching--and all of a sudden, the players straighten up and fly right, as the old saying goes.

He even talked about the church and these grifting, con-artist preachers who talk a good game, but they’re nothing but talk. They’re ripping off their congregation, selling them lies and pipe dreams, inducing fear/scare tactics (Ex: If you do such and such, “You’re going to hell!”), that makes them fearful, docile, and passive, for personal gain.

He mentioned that because of the inferior doctrine that was taught and programmed, the “Negro” has been conditioned to accept anything. I’ve heard some say “We should take whatever we can get.” I hate that saying. A lot of Negroes ones who are, say, in a high-ranking position, tend to allow whites or others to disrespect them just to get ahead, just to get a seat at their table, hell, just to eat the crumbs they waste.

He also mentioned the deliberate removal of scientists, philosophers, astronomers, and even deities of Africa, for those of European origin. He stressed that contrary to popular belief, there were those of African origin who made a significant impact in areas such as math, science, astronomy, etc., before Europeans.

As far as deities go, they’re all mythical to me, but to show the effect of the mis-education indoctrination, in most cases, if you told a “Black” person about the Orishas of the Yoruba religion, most of them would look at you sideways and probably laugh at you, but will accept God, Jesus, and other deities without question.

Although he wasn’t against learning the history of other cultures, the problem was those of the African diaspora being intentionally kept form “Negroes,” and being force fed the history and culture of Europe, continuing the false claim that “Blacks” are inferior, insignificant, and have no value in society or place in history, outside of slavery, which I think is one of the biggest lies ever told.

“Blacks” for the most part, still have that same way of doing things, and still have that same way of thinking, and what it tells me is, after all this time, not much has changed. Perhaps, it’s not quite as bad as when Woodson wrote this book in 1933, but unfortunately, for the most part, this mentality is still prevalent today.

Long before I read this book I said that we as “Afro-Americans,” “Blacks,” “African-Americans,” whatever you want to call it, have to do some serious introspection. It starts with changing the way we think. As long as we--of course, I’m speaking in general--have that inferior, defeated, self-destructive, sabotaging, other-races’-ice-is-colder mindset, the bottom of the barrel is where this race will always be.

This book is a written reminder of the importance of “Blacks” controlling their narrative, and the danger of what happens or what could happen when someone else tells your story. I agree with Dr. Woodson. The race has great possibilities, but it’s up to us to see it. I’m not quick to give a book 5 stars, but this one definitely gets a 5 from me.

Storytime at the Coffee House: Part II & Misogyny vs. Misandry

Photo Credit: Tabitha Turner.

In Part Two of this series, I discuss misandry in the workplace. Thinking back on it, there could’ve been some misandry or sexism involved in the post from Part One, but that’s speculation. Who knows?

Anyway, I unfortunately overheard a conversation between two women-- I was working in the area, I wasn’t eavesdropping. I didn’t get a good look at them, so I don’t know if they were friends or relatives. Apparently, some guy broke the heart of one of them-- he probably  “pumped and dumped,” as the saying goes--but she made an absolutely misandrist, sexist comment. Crying, she tells the other woman, “All men are the same. All men are the same…” There was more because she went on a rant, but I thought it was best I get away from the conversation.

 

There was a part of me that wanted to say something, but I had to consider my job at the time, which was why I got away from them. What pisses me off about this is if a man said this about women, the misogyny birds would come out of the woodwork. This post will lead to another post that I’ve been wanting to write regarding misogyny and misandry. As a matter of fact, this will be a two-for-one.

 

Misogyny vs. Misandry

What is misogyny, really? It seems to me that it’s relative, nowadays. Any criticism of a female, any you say they don’t like or disagree with gets marked as misogyny. I’m not saying misogyny doesn’t exist, I’ve seen some comments by guys online--usually guys who are frustrated with women--that are extreme, to say the least, but this is ridiculous.

The fact is women say and do misandrist, sexist, and chauvinist things like this all the time, but most people seem to turn a blind eye to it. Very few people will call it out. Yet, the slightest criticism you have of them, and it’s considered “misogyny”. Even some of these weak, pandering, punk ass men are alongside them crying about it.

Whether it’s misogyny or misandry, it’s wrong either way, but as I heard a commentator say sometimes when calling basketball games, and I'm paraphrasing, “If you’re going to call it a foul on one end, make sure you call it a foul on the other end.”

I say that to say, if you’re going to call out men for misogyny or what they perceive as misogyny, call it on the other end as well. Don’t punish men and hold them accountable, but turn a blind eye and give women a pass when they do it.

Story Time at the Coffee House: A Bosnian Brewing BS

Photo Credit: Tabitha Turner.

 

This is Part One of a two-part series (maybe more, if something else comes to mind) of my time at CC's Coffee House. Initially, I was going to entitle this post “Bosnian Bitch” because that’s what I think she is after getting to know her, and in particular, the way she handled a situation that took place that I’m about to discuss, but I decided to use another title and consider that one an alternate.

I was looking for a side gig to go along with my work online at the time, and I was finally hired at CC's Coffee House in late December last year. The store manager, let’s call her “DeAnna,” was the one who interviewed and, of course, hired me.

I know people aren’t always whom they seem, which is why it’s important to vet people, and why I’m not quick to call someone a “nice” or “good” person when first meeting them. For example, I’ll say that they seem like a nice or cool person. I’ve learned that the best evaluator for where a person truly stands or who they really are is time. Chris Rock once said something along the lines of, “When you someone for the first time, you’re not meeting them, you’re meeting their representative.” I think he was mainly referring to dating, but this can be applied to dealing with people in general.

DeAnna seemed alright at first, but it was this situation that showed me who she really is. There was a co-worker, let’s call her “Kamille,” a Pakistan bitch who had a habit of talking to me as if I were one of her children. The first few times she did it, I let it slide, which I shouldn’t have, but I called myself being patient.

One day, I made a mistake and got the tea types mixed up--it was either tea or coffee, I don’t remember offhand. Anyway, she proceeded to speak to me that way again, and I got tired of it and said something to her.

She then tells DeAnna that I yelled at her. DeAnna calls me into the office to find out what happened, and the way she handled it was deplorable. To me, her mind was already made up who she was going to side with. This comes as no surprise, either. I’ve noticed in these situations, especially if it’s a female involved, and the person in charge is a female herself, they usually side with the female, regardless, and I sensed this was going to be no different.

DeAnna tells me that we can’t yell at people. Despite me telling her that I did say something to her, but I didn’t yell at her, she kept reiterating the same thing as if I didn’t hear her the first time, and it also told me that she didn’t believe me. That was fucked up enough, but what really pissed me off was she lied and told Kamille that I apologized, when I did no such thing. 

I didn’t apologize, and I wasn’t going to apologize. The fuck I look like apologizing when she was talking to me as if I was one of her little ones? FOH. That snaggle tooth bitch lied through the rest of her teeth. By the way, someone else told me that they had to tell Kamille that she needs to learn how to speak to people more respectfully, so it wasn't just me. 

It’s to me funny how when I have an issue with someone, more often than not, people rationalize and side with the other person. I have to hear some bullshit about they’re just this and that, and what they don’t mean, but when there’s an accusation against me, I don’t get the same benefit of the doubt. Immediately, they side with the other person, and it was no different at this place.

I don’t know what the fuck that’s about, but I realized something: if you’re going to be a biased motherfucker, it doesn’t make sense to hear the other person’s side when you’ve already made your mind up that you’re going to side with the first person.

Then DeAnna teamed with this cocksucker--well, if he doesn’t play for the “Pride” team, you could’ve fooled me--who was an assistant manager-in-training to criticize me in an impromptu “evaluation”. Now all of a sudden, I can’t seem to do anything right.

Now, I never claimed to be the best worker there; I don’t get into that stuff anyway, but I can honestly say that I did what I could, considering that something was bothering me physically and it slowed me down to where I couldn’t move the way I normally would, and I had only been there for about a month and a half, so while there were some things I caught on to, there were still some things I was still learning.

I think that BS was adding stress to what was already going on with me, and it wasn’t worth it. I didn’t intend to be there long-term anyway, but I decided to use this as a way out to find out what was going on with me. I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t know it was that bad until I finally stopped being stubborn, and went to see a doctor to get to the bottom of it.

Now, I didn’t fake anything; I have the medical documents to prove it, but I did use that as an outing to get the hell out of there. To be honest, thinking back on things, I never should’ve taken that job in the first place, knowing that something was ailing me, but not knowing at the time exactly what it was, but I’m not going to beat myself up over it. I’m glad to say that I was finally able to get it diagnosed and dealt with.

Planet Jaylen: The Delusion of "Black" Men

 

Jaylen Brown. Photo courtesy of clutchpoints.com.

I saw a tweet from NBA player Jaylen Brown a few months ago, proclaiming that “Black” women are everything. I’m leaving a hyperlink to the tweet, so you can see that I’m not slandering the man, this came out of his own mouth, so to speak.

Before I begin, let me say this: while there have been quite a few of them I encountered who were straight-up bitches, there are some “Black” women who are cool people with me, and have been a better friend to me than some men, so for the slow folks out there, I am not talking about all “Black” women, although I think most of them fit this description in this post.

Here’s my take on Jaylen’s proclamation: as much I want to agree with him, I can’t because I live in the real world. So, maybe that is true on the planet he’s on. Now, he’s entitled to his opinion, and apparently he represents a certain sector of a delusional "Black" men who think this way, but the problem is, for the most part, the feeling isn’t mutual.

I learned years ago that a lot of “Black” women are out for themselves and don’t give a fuck about “Black” men. Most of them view “Black” men the same, even the ones who call themselves uplifting and defending them. It means nothing to them. What men like Jaylen doesn’t realize is when they trash “Black” men, they’re talking about him, too. Very few will make distinctions, and I wager that percentage is less than 5 percent. 

I think the only reason that tweet--that received over 800 retweets and nearly 34K likes--would make their panties wet a little, so to speak, or they will applaud or acknowledge him even a little bit is because he’s a star basketball player. If he were an average Afro-American male and tweeted that, they wouldn’t have cared less.

You have negroes like him saying that they’re everything, meanwhile, they’re using media platforms whether it be movies/TV or social media to disrespect and trash “Black” men every chance they get yet want to cry “misogyny” as soon as they’re criticized, but that’s a subject for another post.

I think that post would hold a lot more weight if the feeling were mutual, but to sing the praises of a demographic who for the most part don’t respect you--when I say “you,” I’m referring to “Black” men in this case-- and don't give a fuck about you is mind boggling to me, to say the least. I respect those who respect me. I don’t fool with you when the respect isn’t being reciprocated.

However, there will always be these delusional Afro-American men who will pander and cater to the narcissism of these women who say fucked-up, disrespectful, emasculating, misandrous shit about “Black” men, yet expect these same men to speak well of them. Talk about having a hell of a nerve. But to hear men like Jaylen tell it, they’re everything. Maybe on that planet where he’s from. Of course, you have exceptions, but overall, I don’t feel that way about a demographic of women whom the majority of them don’t feel that way about my demographic.

Don't Kill the "Messenger"

Last week, someone who referred to him or herself as the “messenger,” left three posts concerning the debauchery going on at that shithole called The Way of Yah Synagogue between Sunday and Monday in a group chat, which I had no idea my number was still in the group chat.

Everything the individual stated in those posts relates to everything I’ve been saying about that chrome head shine Tony Smith and his mindfucked followers. I wasn’t sure if the person was someone was who there before me, was there while I was there, or if they became a member after me, so I sought to find out who the person was. I made the mistake of contacting the “messenger,” basically stating that I was a former member, and I can relate to everything that was said in the posts.

The person replied with question marks, which told me this person is a fucking idiot. I don’t how or where I confused this person or what was so hard to understand about what I said. If the question marks implied he or she didn’t know who I was, the person could’ve just said so, and I would’ve identified myself.

Actually, most of what was posted was told to me by other former members. There were only three things in those posts that I wasn’t aware of. Like I said, whoever this “messenger” is, is a fucking idiot, however, I thank him or her for the ammunition, so to speak, nonetheless.

When People Show You Who They Are, Believe Them

 

I was debating whether or not I wanted to write about this, but there was an situation that occured late last year, and it was on my mind for a while, but then I was able to move on from it. Then the thoughts reoccured recently and started to linger again, so I decided to speak on it. As you see the title, from my understanding, Maya  Angelou has been credited for making this statement, and not to say that she didn't, but I first heard this from a YouTuber around 2017 who said his father would advice him of this when he was growing up.

Paraphrasing, he said his father would say something along the lines of, "When people show you who they are, believe them. Don't let me rationalize or explain it away. When people show you who they are, believe them, and you deal with them accordingly." As far as I'm concerned, no truer words could've been spoken, and this leads to the topic of this post. Before I begin, the reason you see this image is because I always thought that the person I'm going to mention in this post looked like Touche Turtle.

I'm going to go into more detail, but it seems to me that this little bitch got in his feelings because of a suggestion I made regarding his daughter. The 2-foot-3 motherfucker took it as if I was telling him what to do or how to handle things with his daughter, and that wasn't what I was doing. This situation reminds me of how petty most "Black" people tend to be, and had I known this individual was going to react the way he did, I never would've said anything to him.

Over the summer, I caught up with Forrest Craig, a former member of that shithole called the The Way of Yah Synagogue that we used to attend. He was one of the few I was cool with when I was there. He treated with me respect and vice versa. He didn't treat me like a clown, a joke, or as if I were beneath him, like most of those primates did, particularly their arrogant, sexually suspect leader, so I acknowledged when he reached out to me. Apparently, he left in 2019, which was a year after I was removed. Long story short, he briefly expressed why he left and never looked back via email, and the next day we had a phone conversation talking about our frustrations concerning our experiences with that place.

He told me that his wife, left six months after he did, however, his daughter decided to stay. Needless to say, he and his wife feel a certain way about that, which I can’t say that I blame them, but she is an adult, so that’s her decision. In August, he mentioned something about his daughter still being there again, and I made a suggestion.

I suggested that he let her be, and that she will see the light and come around eventually--hopefully sooner than later. I sensed that he took exception to my suggestion because almost immediately after I gave my reason why I made that suggestion, he got off the phone with me. I contacted him twice the following week, the second time was a test to see if he would respond. If he didn’t respond, which he didn’t, I would leave him alone, which I did. This was around mid-August. I haven't heard from him since, and I didn't expect to.

I also noticed that he unfriended me on Facebook recently, which was inevitable. I usually don't check my Friends list, but for some reason, I had an inclination to check it yesterday, and that's when I saw it. That's cool. I'm not the type to go out of my way to make friends, and I damn sure won't go out of my way to keep them. When people do stuff like that, my thought is, Fuck you and goodbye. 

A small part of me is tickled by this because it's so petty, most of me is floored because I'm thinking, What the hell? It was just a fucking suggestion, and I told him that upfront before I made the suggestion, so there would be no misunderstanding. Did we have a heated discussion or shouting/cursing match? No. Did I insult him or say something disparaging about his family? No.

None of this occurred, but he chose to shun me off over a suggestion. It wasn’t a direct or subliminal command, because I do understand that some people will make a "suggestion," but it's actually a low-key command, but that wasn't what I was doing. I wasn’t standing over his shoulders telling him how to handle things with his daughter, although apparently that's the way ol' Touche took it.

I wouldn't do that to other people because I know what it's like to have that done to me. I had to block and remove someone I knew for a few years on Facebook about two months prior to this nonsense because she decided to assert herself in my situation acting like my parent, standing over my shoulders, lecturing me, and telling me how to handle things, and she had to go. I wasn't having that, regardless of the intent, but that's a topic for another entry.

Some might look at this as hypocritical that I blocked and removed her for her "advice," but here's the difference: as I already mentioned, she stood over my shoulders, lecturing me, and telling me how to handle things. She was following me in my DMs with the bullshit, leaving long ass messages that I just skimmed through. I didn't do any of this concerning him. As I've said before, I made a suggestion, then I told him why I was making that suggestion--nothing more, nothing less.

I know some people might say that I'm not parent, so it probably wasn't my place to say anything. That's fine. You could make that argument, but that's why I didn't come at it from that perspective, it wouldn't have made sense to do that. I came from the perspective of being the son of parents and having siblings-- a perspective where we both could relate.

In other words, whether it was experiencing or witnessing how our siblings dealt with our parents' advice, I learned that in most cases, the more you try to get people to see things your way, the more they're going to resist, and you wind up alienating them, even that's not your intent. On side note, an exception would be if the person is involved in some illegal/criminal activity, I understand the parent(s) asserting themselves in the situation, but otherwise, people are adults, you have to learn to back off at some point.

Anyway, this is what I told him: if you try to get her to see things your way, chances are, you're going to wind up alienating her. I called myself looking out for him; I didn't want to see him in a situation or potentially in a situation where he ended up estranged from her. It was not a lecture; I was stating why I was making that suggestion.

I'll admit, it's more of a theory than anything, but the reasons why I think this is the case is because, for example, although he continues to follow the religion that we came out of,  I mentioned to him that I no longer follow religion, and he continued to speak to me. I know in most cases, something like this can divide people. It wasn't until I made that suggestion, that he decided to give me the cold shoulder. No, he didn't say it flat-out, it was the non-verbal communication that I caught.

It kind of trips me out because it was just a suggestion, in other words, something to think over or consider. He didn't have to take a damn thing I said. That's not my daughter. As long as he's not abusing her or anything like that, I don't give a fuck what he does. This also reminded me that there are some who will take exception to people making suggestions--I've seen this on and offline.

Between my experiences before and during the Way of Yah, and stuff like this are reasons why I don't fool with a lot of people and prefer to keep my circle small. A part of my policy is I don’t run behind people, and I don’t want to be bothered with someone who doesn’t want to be bothered with me, I don’t care who it is. If he’s that petty, fickle, and bitch made to shun me off over a fucking suggestion, then I don’t need to fool with him anyway. I left him alone, and he doesn't have to worry about me contacting him again. I'm moving forward; I don't have time for people and their foolishness.

People enter and leave your life for a reason. In some cases, people will re-enter your life, and it reminds me that in a lot of cases, it's best to leave the past in the past. The one thing I did learn from being at TWOY is not getting too attached to people, and one of the many things I've learned in life is when people show you who they are, who they really are, believe them and deal with them accordingly.

 

Vaccination Slap

You know, I keep saying that I'm going to leave this TWOY Synagogue foolishness alone because there are some things I want to save for the book (i.e. addressing more situations and people), but I seem to keep getting more ammo about this clown, who I will mention momentarily, and that bullshit organization he's running. Some info I received I will save for the book, but I couldn't save this one.

A couple of days ago, someone brought to my attention a video that he briefly watched by Henry "Tony" Smith, a dictating, megalomaniac cunt whose congregation I once was--and happily no longer--a member of, and stuff like this is one of the reasons why.

Apparently, he asked his members if they received the vaccination shot that has been pushed hard by the media for over a year to supposedly combat the Covid-19 (AKA Corona Virus) that went rampant last year. I'm paraphrasing, but he basically tells them they can get it, but he will slap the piss out of them if they do. When I heard about this, one of my thoughts was, Same ol' controlling bitch ass.

Now, personally, I'm skeptical of the vaccination thing myself, however, I think that's up to that individual whether or not they decide to get it. These people are adults, and they're allowing this man control and paternalize them. It was stuff like this that I started to notice about him my last few years there, and thinking back, I said this once before, and I'll say it again: it was best I go. For the most part, I have a free-will approach, and he's controlling, so it was only a matter of time before we were at odds.

What I heard is sad, pathetic, and (kind of) funny at the same time. What's worse is despite everything, these people still sit there. Stuff like this is why I'm glad he got rid of me. On a side note, I heard he has been puffing marijuana in there, too. Perhaps it's "medical," but I can't stand any type of smoke, whether it's cigarettes, cigars, weed/marijuana, etc. The more stuff I hear, the more I'm glad to no longer be there. As far as the vaccination goes, I think it's free will, or at least it should be. I don't support forcing people to get it, but I also don't support someone dictating whether or not someone should get it.

I see nothing's changed but the weather in there. I thank him for getting rid of me. I couldn't thank him enough for that. My anger stems from how I was treated when I was there. So with that being that said, it leads me to something that I want to say to him, and this won't be my last time saying this: Thank you...fuck you, but thank you at the same time.

Book Excerpt: Rashida Hodge: A Pterodactyl

Photo Credit: the-dinosaur.com.

I didn't intend to make another post concerning that shit hole called a synagogue, but this will be an excerpt in my upcoming book, where I discuss my experience in religion, particularly my time at the The Way of Yah, among other things, so a lot of things I say in this post will be reiterated in the book.

Now, I'm not the type of person who just go at people just because. Typically, it's a situation where they come at me, and I respond to them, and this is no different. When I was a member of TWOY, there was a woman there named Rashida. A tall, hideous bitch who looks just like a pterodactyl. If you saw her, you would see what I mean. She has a long face, and when she wears a head wrap, it looks like the back of the pterodactyl's head. Man, that motherfucker is ugly. To me, most of the single women there--well, single when I was there because I found out some of them got married since then--were boogerwolves, but Rashida and the lard ass that I will briefly mentioned later were definitely in the top two. Again, I'm typically not one to initiate, but if you provoke me (i.e. come at me with some bullshit) you're fair game, and the gloves come off.

When I had conversations with her, sometimes, depending on the topic, I might get fired up about what the subject is, and every once in a while she would make this sly ass comment, "Snap, crackle, pop," like a typical Way of Yah member, and I knew what the bitch meant by that.

Now, that bitch ass pastor she follows has a quick temper, but she wouldn't dare say that to him, but had no problem saying that to me on the slick. It reminds me of what I alluded to in my last post when I talked about how everybody else is free to speak their minds with little to no pushback, but when a "Black" man says something, and he might get a little fired up when he speaks, he gets depicted as this "angry, loose cannon".

I realize that some people will use being passionate as an excuse to be an asshole. They will talk crazy to somebody, and try to justify it with something like, "Man, I'm just passionate." No, you're an asshole. I'm not talking about them. Anyway,  there was a time when Tony Smith (i.e. Rashida's bitch ass pastor) tried to fix me up with an ugly lard ass who tried to manipulate me--more on that in the book--and despite my telling Rashida that there was nothing going on between me and this woman, this bitch kept making insinuations and "jokes," that there was, which again was, and probably still is, typical of most TWOY members.

One time, she basically tried to insult my intelligence by making a bullshit apology and claiming that she didn't know there was nothing going between us, when again, I told this bitch numerous times that wasn't the case, she just wanted to be a stupid motherfucker.

I found out recently that she got married. I'm sure Tony's bitch ass had something to do with that, he seems to like playing "match maker." In my case, he got in his feelings and came with insults and shaming tactics like a bitch because I refused the person he tried to fix me up with, but I said it in a blog in 2019, I'm saying it in the book, and I'm saying it now: I did not ask or tell him to do that, he took upon himself to try to fix me up with someone without my say-so, so whose fault is that? However, I digress.

I (briefly) thought about the dude who married her, and I thought, He have to look at that everyday, and sleep with that every night? Yikes!

"Black" Men: Control Your Voice and Stop Being So Humble

I'm going to start by revisiting something that happened about a week ago. I recently posted two blogs revisiting and addressing a couple of situations that happened when I worked at Wal-Mart in Lake Charles a few years ago. When I posted the first one on Facebook, there were some who told me they were proud of me, getting that off my chest, but then there was one comment in particular that caught my attention, though I skimmed through it because it was kind of long. This will segue into what I'm going to talk about concerning the title of this blog because this situation is what moved me to write this.

Although we never worked together directly, this is someone (who will remain nameless, that will be the extent of my mercy) who worked at the same Wal-Mart building. She was someone that I would talk to on a daily basis when I got to know her. We never hung out or anything, but in a sense, she is someone I've known for a few years--primarily on the job.

She's an older lady, and yes, I'm a proponent for respecting my elders, but elders can also overstep their boundaries, even if they mean well. Long story short, she comes to my comment section telling me things such as "walk away," and so on. She didn't know the full details of the situation--which she could've, had she read the blog that was in the post, and not the post alone--but she jumped in half-cocked, basically lecturing me, telling me what to do and how to handle things. 

Then she took it a step further by coming to my DM (Direct Messaging) sending me these long ass messages--which I skimmed through, I didn't read most of it because it was so damn long--asking me if I wanted to talk about it. I told her I was good, I appreciated her reaching out, but I had everything handled. She then pressed the issue, playing pseudo-psychologist, saying that she thinks it's deeper than it is. I hate when people do that, and if I wanted to talk to her about it, I would've contacted her directly. I handled it the way I wanted to.

She then sends more long ass messages, telling me to "let it go," "stay humble," and "let go and let 'God," which was another indication that she didn't read the blog, but the post only because had she read the blog, she would've known that I no longer follow religion--I briefly mentioned that in the blog--and telling me to "let go and let 'God" was going to fall on deaf ears. To me, she overreacted. I used my blog as an avenue to address that situation, nothing more, nothing less, but she reacted as if I was planning something destructive or drastic. I'm looking at this thinking, Calm the fuck down, lady. It's not that serious.

Speaking of which, last time I checked, the very same book she believes in says to hear the conclusion of the whole matter, and clearly, she didn't do that. She took bit and pieces of what I posted and ran with it. Another thing I recall from one of those long DM messages was how doing this could possibly scar me as a writer. I think she was projecting her fear off on me. Yes, there are certain things you want to be mindful of, you have this cancel culture mess going on where they do petty, child-like things such as dig up things someone said years ago, and try to hold them accountable for it--particularly if you say something they don't like. Yes, I'm aware of these things but I won't live in fear. I won't let anyone deprive me of the right to speak my mind.

Being that I've known her for a few years, I decided to handle things more tactfully and informed her that as a writer, and most writers will tell you this, it's a therapeutic process or method for us to write things out, and it's part of how we move on from things. I had some time to think this over, and while I do agree with some of the things she said, the way she went she about doing it didn't sit well with me. It came to me the other day what it was specifically that didn't sit well with me. She came at me as if I were her son, and people coming at me as if I'm still underaged is a major pet peeve, and I think that triggered me subconsciously.

Another thing I thought about is her niece worked or perhaps still works for the company, so it's a possibility that somewhere in mind she thought her niece might've been involved, and she had nothing to do with it. Again, if she would've read the blog that was attached to the post, and not the post alone, she would've known that.

This leads to the title of this post. The situation I just described reminded me of what I deem an underlying problem in society. I see it as underlying because very few people will acknowledge or admit it. It made me think about how in society everybody else can speak up, speak out, and express themselves, whether it was something that happened years ago or recently, but when "Black" men speak up--well, if it goes against society's narrative because they will applaud the ones who get in line and conform--they're either accused of "whining and complaining," or you have people trying to bring them into subjection or "humble" them as if they're a child or a dog or something, or they gaslight them, making them seem as if they're crazy or this angry, violent individual. Not saying other demographics don't do this, but I've noticed that the usual suspects of what I described are mainly white folks and negro women.

Then there are some who will bring God into it, which to me is just as bad, and I think most of the time that's used to lower our defenses--that, and folks addressing you as "brother," "friend," or they "come in love," like that the woman I mentioned earlier did. I think most of time that's used to let your guard down. On a side note, we've been "letting go and letting God" for years, and where has that gotten us? What has changed? It amazes me how "Black" people will keep running plays that hasn't worked till this day.

Apparently, "Black" men are supposed to just shut up and deal with it or just move on it, let it go. Now, I'm not saying hang on to stuff forever, but at the same time, just letting it go isn't always the answer. They're told things such as "shut up and dribble/entertain," "be (or) stay humble," and I think part of the problem is "Black" men are too humble, and I mostly blame religion for that, but that's a story for another time. Now, humility has its place, I don't condone being arrogant, but being overly humble isn't good, either, especially if it results in you getting fucked over and taken advantage of.

I say all this to say, "Black" men, control your narrative, don't allow others to do it. You have a right to speak your mind like everyone else. Do not allow people to shame or intimidate you into silence, or bring you into subjection as if you're a child or an animal. Yes, there are some things you want to be mindful of, and you may have to use tact in some situations, but all-in-all, be don't afraid to speak your mind. If people don't like it, fuck them. I assure you they don't care what you think when they're speaking out about something.

Again, humility has its place, but being timid, mousey, and docile, being afraid to speak up is a problem. Take back your mind. Take back your masculinity/self-respect. Take back your voice. No one controls your voice but you.

Be Your Own Hero/Savior

Green Lantern (John Stewart). DC Comics.

Although this is a post I drafted last year, a blog I posted on Medium inspired me to finish this one. I view this as more of a strong, insightful recap/commentary. For those are in the religious community, this won't be what you're used to, but open your mind and hear me out. Also, I realize people are entitled to believe what they want, this is my take on things.

All of our lives we have been taught and programmed to look to other people--specifically people in authority--or "higher powers" to lead and guide us to better, more abundant lives. This is particularly for people in my ethnicity. For a long time, I've been saying we have this "everyone is searching for a hero" mentality.

All it takes is for this individual to have "swag," and some strong, smooth speech, especially if he or she's speaking on the social ills we deal with in society, and we fall asleep. A lot of these Pro-Blacks, Black Conscious folks and definitely these preachers-- don't get me started with them-- are hip to this, and they use it to their advantage.

Most of them don't care about you. They're all about money at the end of the day. Being a content creator (writer) myself, I realize that it takes money to make a lot of things happen, nor should everything be for free, however, what does buying a DVD talking about history or ancient Egypt or a five-part teaching series on how to please "God" have to do with your current situation?

Really sit down and think about it: all of your service, praising and worship, what has all of that gotten you? I can't tell anyone what to do, who to follow or listen to, so this is a suggestion for others, but it's a new path and daily aspiration for me: instead of looking up or to others, try looking in the mirror and within. What you're seeking from outside sources is already within you.

Down the Memory of Wally World: Tales of an Inventory Associate

I mentioned recently that I might spin this into a blog series. If I do, I'm not sure how long the series will go, but there's definitely one more situation that I want to address. Around 2014, I got a position at Wal-Mart that was called at the time a Test Scanner. From what I can remember, they didn't even have an actual job code for that position, so I just decided to call it an "Inventory Associate," since I was dealing with inventory.

My job was to scan inventory in different departments, and (possibly) catch any miscounts on the part of the department managers when they counted their inventory. It was dealing with Loss Prevention, so it led me to working more with them, which is where I met--I'll call her--"Stacey Parks." I also worked with a woman who I'll call "Norah."

If I remember correctly, she was the supervisor of Loss Prevention, a man hating bitch, in my opinion. I remember an employee once told me that she didn't trust her, and that she came off like a snake. Well, this was prior to me finding out that she is a fucking snake. I guess upper management was coming down on them, and like most negroes do, they will throw you under the bus to save their own asses.

I was busting my ass, finding miscounts in departments and correcting the counts. However, I needed someone in management to finalize everything, which was like pulling teeth to get them to do, so there were days when the counts weren't officially finalized, despite my work.

Another downside to the job was there were days when things were slow, and yes, I would stop and speak to people, but I still did my job. Getting back to what I said earlier, I was busting my ass, only for this bitch to tell me I need to put "some pep in my step." On a side note, that was one thing I could not stand was when I'm putting in more work than the people around me, but I'm being told I need to work quicker. I think it's get the ones who were actually working to cover for the ones who weren't doing shit instead of telling the ones who weren't doing shit to do their jobs.

Stacey told me one day that--I'll call her "Christie"--was turning in more numbers than me, which I disagreed. The Philadelphia Cream Cheese face bitch did this shit again when she coached me (basically a verbal warning), and I told her in different words she was full of shit because Christie was barely able to get anything done because management was constantly pulling her to do other projects. Still, the bitch insisted that she was turning in more numbers. Like I said, I just think she hated men--men of my ethnicity in particular. As a matter of fact, from my understanding, that was how she got fired, threatening a manager, who was a "Black" man. Yes, she is or was married, I don't keep up with folks like that, but with women like her, I'm almost certain that guy was someone she could run over.

Want to hear something funny? Christie herself said that her turning more numbers than me was impossible because she barely had an opportunity to scan anything. Why? Because she was constantly being pulled by management to do other projects! This is to point out that what I'm saying is true, and I'm not "playing the victim."

Actually, this brings me to another situation. Speaking of always being pulled by management for other projects--I know the feeling because it happened to me often, especially before I became an Inventory Associate--there was a Scooby-Doo looking bitch named--it was either Carmelita or Carmenlita, I forgot, either way, it was a fucked up name--but I'll call her "Carmella."

I couldn't stand that tar baby bitch. I'm far from light-skinned, but she's darker than I am. She had no idea how close she was to getting her ass laid out--on several occasions. For whatever reason, most people seem to equate someone being quiet and laid-back with being weak, and it's not the same thing--far from it. One day, she mentioned how quiet I was, and because of what I just said, I knew she going to call herself fucking with me.

Sure enough, the next day, she's trying to pull me to do something, and I'm telling her what Norah told me concerning the Test Scanners, but she wants to try to impose her will, and I wasn't having it. This happened several times with her. One time, she asked me to do something, and as I went to go do what she asked, well, I stopped moving the cart anyway, but I happened to noticed her little dark ass hand on the cart. I looked at the cart, then at this bitch thinking, I hope you don't think your little ass hand is stopping me from moving this cart.

 If she couldn't have her way, she would go get her white "massa," as if that was supposed to scare me or something. I remember thinking to myself one day, Since she wants to be these white folks' house nigger, may they run her into the ground and have her jumping through hoops. Well, from my understanding, one of the reasons she eventually left or at least left that store was because she was tired of, I'll call her "Channa," and her bullshit, in so many words. As I heard a man say recently, and I'm paraphrasing: "Payback is a bitch, only if you are."

Like I said, I'm not sure how long this series will go, but these were definitely two other situations that came to mind that I wanted to address.

Down the Memory Lane of Wally World: I Haven't Forgotten

I worked at a Wal-Mart in Lake Charles, La. for nearly six years before I moved to another city in 2016. There were a few incidents that took place while I was there--well, more than a few, but of course I'm not going to write about all of them. I would probably be writing forever if I did or one would mess around and go stir crazy, so some things it's best to call water under the bridge.

There was a situation in particular that happened around 2015 that I said would revisit and address, but for years I put it on the back burner and decided to address it later because I have more important things to attend to. For some reason, it has been tugging at me more than usual lately, and I'm taking that as something in me saying, It's time to revisit and address this. Don't put it off any longer.

You know, I briefly considered letting it go, but as the person who I had the issue with told me later, "I was going to apologize, but I'm taking it back," that's sort of my approach on this whole thing. I thought about letting it go, and not even mentioning it, but when I thought back on it, particularly on the hags who instigated it, nah, fuck that. Plus, going back to the reason I mentioned in the above paragraph, it's time for me to get this off my chest, so I can move on from it completely.

I will admit, her reason for taking back her "apology" was due to a move I made, and looking back, I'm man enough to admit that I shouldn't have done that. I'll explain later, along with the reasons why I say I shouldn't have done that.

My focus here isn't so much on the person I that ended up having an issue with, although there were a few things she said to me that I will comment on. My main focus is on the fuckers who instigated it. I decided not to say any names or I will use substitute names, if necessary, but that will be the extent of my mercy. If someone comes to me with some bullshit, I will come back and change it to their real names.

Although I’m not the type to do a lot of playing and joking around, I would joke with a few people at that place to lighten the mood because that place could be stressful. In general, if I initiate the joking, and someone tells me or if I see they’re getting offended, I will chill out and not deal with them in that way. It's called having respect. A lot of people should try that some time. I seem to be a part of dying breed when it comes to that.

There was a woman who worked there--we'll call her "Rena." She worked in the Electronics department when I was there, and she was one of the few I would joke around with. Hey, I'm human like everyone else, so I'm not incapable of going too far with something I said, even if I said it jokingly. Apparently, there was something I said one day that offended her because I started to notice that when I attempted to joke with her, her tone changed or if I asked her a question just to make conversation, she would give these surly, sarcastic replies.

Then there was a time I did this, and she replied, "I'm trying to be nice." I'm putting all of this together and I realized she wasn't joking anymore. When I caught that, I left her alone and stopped going there with her. When I realize someone is offended by something I said or did (jokingly) whether they pull me aside and tell me or like in her case, I noticed the change in her facial expressions and tone, I will leave them alone and not deal with them in that way. 

The manager over Electronics at that time accused me of sneak dissing, saying, "He talk about people on the slick," which I think she was dead wrong about me, but I won't hold that against her. One, I don't usually sneak diss, I usually just say what I have to say. Two, I was honestly just playing around, but again, when I saw that people were taking it a certain way, I stopped going there with them.

Unlike others, I won't criticize them or make sly, punk ass comments. Those primates at that religious organization in Conyers, Ga. comes to mind when it comes to this. I'm not quite done with those punk bitches, I'm tired of blogging about them and I will save them for the upcoming book.

Anyway, when I realized she was getting offended by some things I was saying, I left her alone and stopped going there with her. One day, I was messing around with someone she was cool with--maybe I did go too far, but "Dina," we'll call her, could've told me that herself or clapped back, if I did. Since Rena had a personal vendetta against me anyway, she took the opportunity to call herself retaliating. 

Having a religious mindset and trying to "keep things professional" at that time, I chose to laugh at her instead of engaging her. Speaking of which, now that I've freed myself of that religious bullshit, it's as if I have a new lease on life because I think that held me back in a lot of ways. Now, the gloves are off and it's on.

As I was saying, I was too busy laughing at her ass--well, laughing it off might be a little more accurate--so I don't remember everything she said because of that, but I do remember something along the lines of "You need to take a look in the mirror." She also mentioned something about my head being long. Gee, I wonder how she knew that? I'm being facetious, that wasn't what she meant. However, I've been hearing comments and jokes about my cranium being long for as long as I can remember, so if I let that bother me, I mind as well give it up.

As far as "taking a look in the mirror," this motherfucker could step in front of a mirror and it would shatter. Not break or crack, shatter. 

I made the mistake of telling some people what happened, which was all I said. Looking back, I should’ve kept my mouth shut, not because of her, but because of how messy most negroes are and how they like to stir up shit, such as tell people things that weren’t even said, which wouldn't surprise me if they did that, plus she had a lot of family and friends who worked there--for instance, so it was going to get back to her either way.

I say this not out of fear, I can take care of myself, I'm saying this from a standpoint of critical thinking, knowing who you're dealing with, and being aware of what's going on around you. If I would've considered this back then, I wouldn't be writing about these messy motherfuckers today.

I don’t remember all of the fuckers who ran their mouths to her, but some I know specifically because when she came to me with it, she named certain areas, and these were the areas where I discussed what happened. The sad part is a lot of them were either in their mid-to-late thirties or middle-aged women and I think a few men ran their mouths—too old to be so got damn messy. Another title for this could've been "Not All Aged People Are Wise."

They're the ones I mainly want to address, but before I do that, there's one more thing I want to comment on concerning Rena. When came to me with the information from her messy, bitch ass compadres, she says, "Do me favor, and keep my name out of your mouth," as if she was going to kick my ass or something. Fuck outta here. Of course, that went in one ear and out the other. No one controls what I talk about--not her or anybody else. Another thing, a lot negro women are something else with that tough girl, "keep my name out of your mouth" bullshit, until somebody lay them on their ass.

As for the messy hoes who ran their mouths to them I say: that was some bitch ass shit you did, and you're some messy, grimy, hoe ass bitches. Every last one of you. Then some of those motherfuckers had the nerve to greet me as if everything was all good. It's funny how people will do or say some fuck shit, and think you forgot about it or as if everything is all good because time elapsed.

One of these individuals in particular I remember saying something to was a woman worked in Grocery Receiving. She was a vibrant, up-beat Christian woman; looked like she could've been in her mid-to-late 50s. It came to me recently that this wasn't the first time I said something to her, and the person came back to me with it, but hey, if I said it once, I can say it again. 

It's funny how people who you thought were alright or you at least were on good terms with, you find out or realize that they're some dirty, cut-throat motherfuckers who would smile in your face and do slick shit behind your back. On a side note, a lot them claimed to be religious in some form, and people like them are part of the reason why I walked away from the whole thing.

Stuff like that is probably one of the reasons why I don't play around that much. So, do I think about it everyday, all day? No, but have I forgotten? Not a fucking chance.

BLM and ALM: True in Theory, but Dishonest in Motives

From Ashton Kutcher's Twitter Page.

This Twitter post sums up beautifully why I think the reasoning behind All Lives Matter is bullshit. Mind you, this post is from a white dude, and I think his analogy is on point. However, I have a problem with BLM as well, and I will address why I don't support either of them.

This post will be somewhat of a preview of what I will cover in an upcoming book. While this book will tackle mainly my take on religion and particularly my experience in a religious organization, I will also talk about these topics in side commentaries.

For the past several years, Black Lives Matter has been in the forefront of protesting a lot controversial deaths of "black" people, then (in my opinion) All Lives Matter was created and used to counter them. Now, in theory, I agree with both. "Black" lives matter, and all lives should matter, however, I think both are disingenuous in their intentions.

When I first heard of BLM in the early 2010s, I can't say that I was a supporter, but I had no problem with them until I find out they were actually an LGBT group using the plight and misfortune of "blacks" to promote their own agenda, which I think they're still doing til this day. They're like an organizational version of Colin Kaepernick, who used our plight for his own agenda and catapulted himself back into the spotlight.

Think about it: To give you some quick examples, after he got his book deal and Nike endorsement, you barely heard a peep out of him since then, and the same stuff has been going during and after he took his "stance". They don't care about us; they're out for themselves.

As for All Lives Matter, again, in theory I agree, all lives should matter, that's the way it should be, but take a look at the world around you. They know as well as I do that's not the situation. I think this concept was used as a deflection/silencing tactic to counter "blacks" (so-called black people in general, not BLM) saying that their lives matter. It's only a problem when we speak out on it. I don't remember this "All Lives Matter" stuff when Asians and/or Hispanics experience injustice and speak out. Most non-blacks will hardly experience what we have experienced for generations…and counting.

You have people who care more about a darn flag than someone's life, but I'm supposed to believe that you genuinely think All Lives Matter? FOH. Most won't say verbatim - not publicly, anyway - the aforementioned, but you can tell by their reactions and responses concerning these situations. Kneel for the flag, and they're on their period, but apparently it's no problem kneeling on a man's neck.

Speaking of George Floyd, there are some gumps - most of them are "black" - bringing up that he had criminal records and he did pornography, etc. but what did that have to do with the officer(s) using excessive force when he was already apprehended and in a defenseless position? That argument makes no sense to me.

Was he a "god" or a saint? No, but I don't recall anyone saying he was.
One more thing before I go. Since this George Floyd incident, we're now seeing statues and monuments of highly esteemed people of this country's past being taken down, people changing the names of their band or team. Well, the statues being taken down started around 2017, but it's happening now more than ever.

Here's my thing. People can take down statues, change laws, the name of their band or team all they want, that's not going to change what's in the minds and hearts of most of these people (i.e. white society). That hateful, God-complex mentality is a taught/programmed and learned behavior that has been ingrained in them for generations, it's not going to go away just like that.

That type of change is something they will have to do - individually and collectively.

You Didn't Dodge a Bullet, You Dodged a Missile, Part II

Demar Dotson.

I've mentioned before that I don't plan on doing many more posts on my experience in that shit hole called The Way of Yah Synagogue, and this post could be the one that leads to me writing a book regarding my experience in religion. There's only so many posts one can write about one subject. In my case, a book is a lot easier than putting out a bunch of blogs, and it's something I've been contemplating for a while.

I won't reveal the name of the book or when it will be released, but everything in the book will cover the things that I've talked about in my blogs concerning my experience in religion, particularly my experience at The Way of Yah Shitagogue, plus I will go more in-depth with some situations that took place.

Now, I didn't plan on doing a part two for this, but something came to mind the other night that I forgot about. I remember their "pastor" Henry Smith saying how he has all of these celebrities/athletes who watch him, as a matter of fact, one of his former members played in the NFL-- who will remain nameless-- and I remember one particular athlete who came through during one of the, as they used to call it,  "feast days" for a visit.

His is name Demar Dotson. He recently played offensive tackle for the Tampa Bay Buccaneers in the NFL. Demar, perhaps you didn't see me the week you visited, but you had on an all-black attire the night I saw you, and if you ever come across this post, I'm going to tell you the same thing I told the young man in my previous post: You didn't miss anything. You didn't miss shit. If anything, not only did you dodge a bullet, you dodged a missile.

You will be well received at first, well, being an NFL athlete, you probably would've been treated with more esteem, but in general, they will receive you as one of their own, make you feel as if they're closer than a family, then as time goes on, you will eventually see the masks fall off and find out that this "man of the Most High" is an arrogant, self-righteous, sadistic prick, and most of his members are a bunch of grimey, backstabbing bastards.

Some might say, "You're just mad because you got put out." Uh-uh. On the contrary. My anger comes from how I was treated. In retrospect, I'm glad he booted me off the plantation. They can have it. I don't have to worry about following those goofy rules and restrictions, and I don't have to sit through countless hours of hearing fairy tales from a book, followed by countless hours of pointless, bullshit meetings. To whoever my "replacement" is, I say to you, better you than me.

Overall, you did yourself a huge favor by not joining them. You saved yourself time, years and money. I wish I would've done the same. I made a huge mistake getting involved with those monkeys, but I've learned from it, and I will keep moving forward.

To Elijah: You Didn't Dodge a Bullet, You Dodged a Missile

The Flash (DC Comics).

I was on YouTube, and there's a channel that has nearly 1,000 videos, and I'll say at least 95 percent of those videos are dedicated to exposing one man. I understand; people like this guy have been ripping off our people for years, but a lot of so-called black folks tend to give him a pass because he has rocked them to sleep with his strong speech and "swag." I could go on about how goofy that is, but that's for another blog.

I understand this woman's determination to make people like him no more, so to speak, but on the surface, posting that many videos concerning one man can make one look like a psychotic stalker. I say that to say a lot of posts on this blog lately have been on my experiences at that shit hole called The Way of Yah Synagogue-- if the name hasn't changed again.

My purpose(s) for doing this is to get things off my chest that went down during my time there, stuff that I've held in for years, because I was caught up in that "greater good," "bigger picture" bullshit and to tell my side of the story. I don't plan on doing many more blogs on that shit hole called a synagogue, and I'm definitely not going to post that many blogs, but I said going into this that this was going to be a slow cook, so I will bide my time and take my time with this.

I contacted another former member a few months ago (the person will remain nameless) and they told me that they miss some people, but they don't miss the way (i.e. the religious lifestyle that was taught). I can't say that I miss anyone, if I do, I can count on one hand how many, and when I think back on it, I don't miss those goofy ass rules either. You can't do this, you can't go to this place because it was named after and "referenced" to some god (e.g. Apollo Theater) you can't cut your hair or beard a certain way, etc. Although there are certain things I still hold to such as not celebrating holidays-- to me, it's pointless-- but overall, I'm glad to be free of that bullshit.

Another thing, I have said in previous posts or videos that I don't hate their "pastor" Tony Smith, but I have to come clean about it. I was lying to myself. I can't stand that motherfucker. I put my trust in him, and I came to him showing nothing but respect. That trust was betrayed and the respect wasn't reciprocated. The respect I had for him is down the drain.

Now, on with the subject. Around 2014, there was a young man named Elijah-- I never knew his last name-- who was very interested in joining the then-Way of God Church. Long story short, this is a young man who, if I'm not mistaken, had an opportunity to go to college on a swimming scholarship, but was willing to walk away from all of that despite protests from his family to join the congregation.

About two years later, according to their "pastor" Tony Smith, "The Most High" revealed unto to him (allegedly) that this young man was not getting in (i.e. joining the now-synagogue). I'm sure this young man was devastated by this "revelation," but Elijah, in case you ever read this, let me tell you something: you didn't miss anything. You didn't miss shit.

They will treat like one of their own at first (seemingly) better than your immediate family, but give it a few months or years, you would've seen the masks fall off and discovered that the man who is supposed to be your "spiritual leader" and "watchman for your soul" is nothing more than an arrogant, self-righteous, sadistic prick, and most of his members are a bunch of cut-throat, treacherous motherfuckers.

In the end, what you would've ran into would've been a complete waste of time, years and money. Trust me, I know. I hope you didn't throw an opportunity at a great career away trying to follow that piece of shit and that fairy tale ass religion he put together. The more I think about it, the more I'm glad I'm no longer there. From my experience, you didn't dodge a bullet, you dodged a missile.

Preaching to the Choir: Part Four: The Yes-Men

Sgt. Proctor (left) from the movie Police Academy. Big-time Yes-Men doing his boss' bidding.

Following up on the last post when I talked about the preacher's parrots, yes, a "parrot" in this case can be a man as well, but it's usually a woman. With that being said, here's the male version of the groveling and blind devotion. Not justifying it, but in some cases, it's done out of survival. They've been spellbound by the fear of committing this "cardinal sin" if they cross the man of whatever entity they serve put in leadership, so they put up with being belittled and verbal abuse disguised as "correction" or "jokes."

It reminds of my people back when slavery and racism was more overt. Despite the fucked up, demeaning way, to say the least, they were being treated by whitey, most of them put on a smile and accepted it out of survival, out of the fear of losing what little positions they had or even losing their lives. I don't co-sign them accepting being blatantly disrespected and mistreated-- again, to say the least-- but for the most part, that's the way it was at that particular time. Most of them endured it out of survival.

In some cases, I think that was the situation in the synagogue-- more like a shitagogue-- where I came from. Again, not justifying it, but I think some people endured or are still enduring it out of survival, out of the fear of not wanting to "cross the boss," and wind up "going to hell." However, a lot of them are natural butt kissers.

I remember there was another former member who referred to this megalomaniac's ministers as "yes men." Well, I can definitely say that for two of them. It was three ministers when I was there, I don't know if any have been added or decreased since then. The older guy was cool, but I know that bonbon head prick of a leader runs a hive-minded organization, so I know how that goes.

One a side note, the geechee, one of his ministers, was the one who low-key kickstarted the lie that I don't speak to people. This was followed by the blatant lie told by their "pastor." Then tiger paws-- I guess he still have that bullshit in his head-- the associate or assistant pastor, last I checked, did a sermon the following night, commenting on the slick: "If you don't speak to people, then you don't need to be here," perpetuating the lie told by his massa. He put it out there in general, but I knew he was talking about me.

The crazy part is, I spoke to those yes men, but because of the lie their massa told, his punk ass turned around and said what he said. That bugged-eyed bastard would berate and lambaste them, and they would just crawl back behind his ass like good ol' yes men. It was really bad with the male members of the congregation. One guy said he would take a bullet for that piece of shit. Wow. Really? Lol.

Another side note: Speaking of which, if his "prophesy" or whatever term he uses for it is true about someone in the congregation setting him up to be taken out-- which I think is bullshit; nobody's thinking about that bitch, he's just trying to make himself seem more important than he is-- whatever he gets he deserves.

Anyway, now that I'm thinking about it, some of the guys are just as bad as the women, doing any and everything to vie for their pastor's attention. I've seen dudes back-door, undercut and throw other dudes under the bus to try and score brownie points with their pastor. I've experienced and witnessed this.

I guess their "leader" was correct after all. He is "building men"...Yes-Men. People really need to be careful following Henry Smith and the many self-righteous cunts like him. All of the butt kissing and blind devotion shows that you will follow these jokers anywhere, as long as they put enough conviction behind what they're saying. Be careful because you could be following them off a cliff. I say that figuratively, but hey, you never know. There was the Guyana incident.

As a matter of fact, last I checked, Henry was talking about how eventually they will have to go back to what most know as Jerusalem. I don't know if he's still on that bullshit but I would definitely be leery. The more I think about it, the more I'm glad to be out of there and away from those arrogant, cut-throat folks. It wasn't all of them, but there were way too many of them.

In conclusion, aside from getting some things off my chest, one of the purposes of this series is because I know I'm not the only one who has experienced and/or witnessed these things in these religious organizations. Better yet, let's call most of them what they are, especially The Way of Yah: a shit hole.

I know there are people out who can relate to my experiences and have dealt with or are still dealing with the nonsense that goes on in these organizations. My next post isn't a part of the series, but to me, it will serve as a powerful, insightful conclusion.