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Oh, you know I had to do it. Last year I did this and got rave reviews. But I kept it real. Last year for Black History Month, I scratched my head. Now this year, its a repeat. With new updated questions that kept my head scratching since. But for this, it’s for Black History Month 2018. Buckle up! I’m not pulling no punches!

Question: is this statement still relevant? With no substance? Let’s be real. Seriously!

BET has a new show for the black brothers called Mancave. Yes, a black man’s show featuring Tank, Jeff Johnson, Kosine and Slink. They talk about the current affairs of news that goes on. But I have a question: why are you females are watching it? Y’all got Sister Circle on TVONE! No females in the Mancave. I’m just saying!

Is black news really missing NewsOne Now since it got canceled?

Why are folks late reading stuff? Especially about black history? And what I have written?

If Black History is really supposed to be “American History”, why there are some school districts don’t want to hear our history?

Spoiler Alert: Not all Black History is American History! It’s not! Other countries have a Black History too. (Canada, England, France, Italy, Jamaica, Haiti, etc.) Any questions?

Attention Black Authors: we write about our history as well our stories. Past and Present. Does it really matter we do it more?

Again: if we are to supposed to acknowledge our black history everyday, why don’t we at times? Oh were at the lines waiting for the Air Jordans to drop or non big issues that we forget that is meaningless at times. Or were just not engaged!

Black Churches: we have a lot of black history to share up. From the founding of our churches to community involvement. Does it still matter today despite of those hating or assuming that we’re just about the money or praying in circles/tongues? Or going out to eat after the sermon?

Every February 7th, it’s National Black HIV Awareness Day. Want to know the reason?

This week was the start of the original Negro History Week that was the prelude to Black History Month currently. Some ask what was the reason? They should know by now.

Do Black Superheroes Matter? We know Black Panther is coming and Black Lightning is on TV. Either way, black superheroes are winning.

Does Black Archiving Matter? Ask yourself if you are a black historian of any kind.

Does Black Employment Matter? And I’m not talking about just owning your business!

10 years ago, am I the only one followed the momentum when Barack Obama was gaining to be the first black president?

For my Alumni Black Educators and Family! Does forming or being involved in a Black Alumni Chapter really matters to us? Especially at the PWI Schools that have or had minor population of black students with Black Student Unions? By the way: ALL COLLEGES AND UNIVERSITIES who don’t have an Black Alumni Chapter need to start one!

For my Military Black Families and Black Veterans, and Families of Black Veterans: Do we matter? After all, many of our Fathers, Grandfathers, Uncles, Aunts, Mothers, Cousins, Grandmothers, etc all have a history of serving in Uniform that is part of the tradition since the American Revolution. Even in times when America didn’t love us back! Keep up other folks.

I need to ask this: How many African-American Sons and Daughters right now are apart of the American Legion Family? I need to ask this for real! And how many actually don’t know what the American Legion Family is whom have or had Veterans in the family that lived or died?

For those saying Black Future Month, you know the things you doing now will be history, right? Not trying to spoil the parade here.

So folks want to make a joke about Black History Month as a punch line to pop off at the mouth for hate. Ummm…..so many don’t do it around Hispanic Heritage Month or Women’s History Month?

Recently in the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel, one my local journalist commented about former Interim Mayor Marvin Pratt about the city not having a full term mayor of African-American decent. If you know Milwaukee historically, majority of the Mayors are white and known to have popularity. Why does Milwaukee’s problem with black mayors of ideas have a concern? And the city is 172 years old with a segregated past and present.

When ABC’s Scandal is done, and it’s the last season, what ranking will the show be on the best list concerning black television?

There was a indication of Black Slave traders that sold their own into slavery and also managed the slaves. True or False?

Who’s looking forward watching Black Olympians in the Winter Games? You know they are in Korea. Oh, and by the way: Shani Davis is in competition.

Here in Wisconsin, one candidate of the democrats is African-American named Mahlon Mitchell. Could he be the man to take out Scott Walker? Better vote up, Wisconsin!

In Wisconsin: what is the Black Community’s real response to Foxconn? Mainly for those who don’t have their own transportation!

If you are woke and black, you need to see this clip over and over again. Why you ask?

It seems that every year that those who say “I’m black every month” is probably bored around Black History Month. What are the reasons? Are we not engaged enough? What is the problem? We still don’t know everything as we know some to say at least.

For my Black Motorcycle Riders: is the Iron Elite still on point for Harley-Davidson? And are you coming to Milwaukee for HD’s 115th Anniversary in the Summer?

You non-Black folks: as you explore Black History, you realize that not every black folk is considered a thug or a N*gger, right? Many of us were raised way better than that.

Which current African-Americans in the companies is the best OWNER and Supervisor right now that is making history? And got the inspiration from those that MADE HISTORY?

Who were and are the best UNSUNG Blacks Heroes that never got any recognition that deserved recognition right now?

Bonus question:  In honor of those whom are not here with us, which of our Black Ancestors were a beacon to have us move forward in life and career?

And the last question: yes we know this question, do we believe that Black Excellence is still available and hopeful?

Happy Black History Month!

Always.

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Everyone knows how this goes. And it’s real simple. No need to link or google or even #Hashtag. Today, many around the country and in household or other areas, we Americans will be celebrating that holiday of food called Thanksgiving. From the Parades, to the NFL Games, Dog Shows, or other new traditional ideas that will boost the food day. And yes, there will be us going out to the clubs and shaking off the pounds to get loose for Christmas.

And yes, there will be constant reminders of the horrors that our Native American brothers and sisters will not participate in this Thanksgiving Day due to the killing of their ancestors outside of a church on a Sunday morning many moons ago. Henceforth, The National Day of Mourning.

But this holiday, yes does have the two words of Be Thankful of the things and ideas we already have. So here in it’s 10th Anniversary tradition, here is another traditional Stephen’s Spot Thanksgiving Blog of “Be Thankful”. Break out the tablets, Smartphones, PC’s or laptops. Start reading!

If you have a job that is good for you and it pays well, be thankful.

If you don’t have a job and still looking and not quiting, be thankful!

If you have good insurance, be thankful.

If you have a good car or truck that gets you to work everyday, be thankful.

If you have an idea or a lead to get a good doctor, but don’t have one, but still want to get that monkey (and constant NAGGING) off your back, STILL be thankful about improving your health. And STILL trying. Take your time!

If you have a cool dentist, be thankful.

If you have lost any loved one this year, and still feel down that the space is empty or the chair is empty, and you want to fill it up with a new generation of family members that want to pull ahead ,even close friends, we must try to be thankful to carry on. Hard, but we must. I still miss my father, and my Thanksgiving will be different without him.

If you had folks praying for you all year for all the things you’ve been experienced no matter good or bad, be thankful that there are folks that know, and are in your corner.

If you are expecting a raise in 2018 and will be getting it, be thankful!

Love your gifts and talents that are unappreciated? And still do them? Be thankful!

If you still got your parents and/or relatives as your back up, be thankful that they still care.

If you had a sibling in the freaking hospital, who is being taken care of, and heard good news about coming home, and I know this: BE THANKFUL!

Got good neighbors that know you? Be thankful.

Met new neighbors? Be thankful.

Moved to a different city that you feel is best? Be thankful.

Moved back to a city that is best? Be Thankful.

Got a good plan to get that next step in your career, or a different career, and a mindset? Be thankful.

If you want your Church to succeed despite of those want it to fail due to jealously, BE THANKFUL that you are willing to fight!

If your birthday or anniversary is coming up or it already happened, be thankful!

If you are STILL very introverted, and darn proud of it, and not ashamed to tell about it, be thankful!

Single and not in a relationship? Be thankful.

If you tried to do a summer program this year and it didn’t go well. But you tried it, be thankful.

Married with or without kids? Be thankful.

Single and no kids? Be thankful.

Single with kids? Be Thankful.

Divorced? Be thankful.

Still have a church home that you stay and willing to have your kids to grow IN THE CHURCH? Be thankful.

If you have been given a side gig, and love it to be paid with that cash money or checks, be thankful.

Got a good pet or know a pet that know you well? Be thankful.

If you give back to your community, your Alumni, your Church, your Scholarship Committees, your Fraternity, your Sorority, your Unions or other groups that have been treating you good all this time, be thankful!

If you have served in your community as a Election Inspector (like me) for 10 years or more and still work, BE THANKFUL!

If you STILL appreciate the value of your former teachers or coaches, or former principals, of anyone that knew your value of education, be thankful.

If you can’t wait to eat to your meal that gives you life, be thankful.

Still avoiding fake news? Be thankful.

If you read my old blogs that I can’t control of the reading, but still want to read what I want to say regardless from my black point of view, be thankful! Not just for me, but for you.

If you STILL got stuff in your house that you want to give away, be thankful.

Still fighting Racism, White Supremacy, Sexism and others? – Be Thankful.

Got a good business? And it’s good for you to make that money like Uber or Lyft or It Works? Hey, be thankful!

If you switched your career to a new company in the past year, or will go to a new company, be thankful!

If you got many reachable sources to give, or to provide, or to share, or to support, and it’s really catching on, you better be thankful!

If you are planning to vote in 2018, be thankful!

If you are looking forward to another holiday weekend of fun, be thankful.

If you are NOT shopping on Black Friday, but willing to spend Black Friday outdoors in the woods or parks, Be Thankful!

If you are not shopping on Black Friday, but willing to spend your cash at a local business,or on Cyber Monday, be thankful.

If you are donating to your favorite charity on Giving Tuesday, Be thankful!

If you can’t wait to deck your halls for Christmas or Hanukkah, or Kwanzaa, after Thanksgiving (some of you done it ahead of time) Be Thankful.

If you criticized Donald Trump for his horrible so-far job as President and his tweets, REALLY BE THANKFUL!

If you are breathing right now normally: be thankful.

If many in the black community have black pride PLUS Melanin Responsibility to uplift our black people without sarcasm and forced stuff, BE THANKFUL!

Now I have to say this: If you kneeled while supported the protest of inhumane acts of people of getting brutalized by the police (as in the NFL Players) and support the idea of waving the flag: your thankfulness is valid because even though many of you supported a kneeling movement in a Colin Kaepernick way. It’s not about the Flag or against the military or veterans. It’s about the ongoing concern of black folks getting the wrong treatments.

If you are walking tall real good, be thankful.

If you condemn any racist act on the internet, social media, at your job, or in the house, or in the neighborhood, or any act of disrespect, forced patriotism, and you had to write letters of complaints to a certain company, STILL be thankful to get your voice heard! Put the pressure on them on not coming back.

If you are upgrading your house, be thankful!

If you got a plan to take a vacation, be thankful.

If you still got your old game systems on a Throwback Thursday, be thankful!

If you still listen to your old school joints on your radio, or maybe some new school material, be thankful.

If you are a conscious-minded person, a defensive-minded person that you know is best, for your own opinions, be thankful!

For my Sagittarius readers: guess what? Our season is back. Are we thankful? (SAGS RULE!)

And finally: If I missed anything that many have thought about, and it’s good: we all should be and forever so thankful that we must march on. Like they say at the black funerals: It’s already been said. It’s already done.

Happy Thanksgiving!

#BeThankful


For the last three and a half weeks, it’s been a nightmare shocking whirlwind of the death of my father. For the first time here on WordPress, I’m going to summarize the feeling that I experienced losing Dad. This post will be in three parts.

The last time I saw my father alive was Sunday, February 19th, 2017. He was last looking at a picture album full of past funeral bulletins in the last decade or so. As my father was looking at the book and summarizing the funreal programs of my Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles (his parents and siblings) he realized to my mother that he was the last one. The last of the 10. My Dad was the youngest of the five brothers, my uncles. His last visit to my sister’s house in Milwaukee, was February 21st, 2017. He told my mother that he had to go to the store, and then home. He also told my sister that he was prepared to leave. That was the last time collectively within those two days we saw him alive.

A couple days later, my sister had to be admitted to the hospital for her health needs. And all day my mother had been calling Dad. Finding out where he was in all. No answer. Same day, no Answer.When Thursday came, I was going to my Aunt’s house to take over a recipe for a Black History Month Event at a Milwaukee Elementary School. It was a Thursday night watching Scandal and getting prepared. After a middle of that, I received a call from my mother to see how things are going.She also advised me to go over to the house to check in on Dad to see how he was doing. Plus again, no answer. So after I left my Aunt’s house I headed over my parents house. First I called into the house. No answer. Then I walked to the front door and rang the doorbell. Nothing.Then I checked the mailbox and it was full. That was odd to me because it’s not like my father to keep the mailbox this full. He usually takes in the mail and sorts it for myself, my sister and mother. Then I went around to the backdoor to try to gain access to the door. One vital factor,I needed the keys to get in. I had to return to my sister’s house to get the keys in my backpack. Then while I was there, I dropped off the cornbread and called the house to see if my father would pick up. I left a voicemail message to see if he would answer it. No avail. And I told myself that “if he doesn’t answer in the next fifteen minutes, I’m going over there.” So I got back in my mother’s minivan and returned to my parents house. Having a feeling of being scared I went inside just to see what’s been going on. I accessed the backdoor to get into the house yet again. While looking around I had my mother on the cell checking in. I looked upstairs to see if was there. Nothing. Along the way in the living room and nothing but his brown hoodie on the couch next to his Vietnam Veteran Flag. But then, I went downstairs to the basement, where his Entertainment Room was full of movies and CD’s, plus a table, an easel drawing from 1991. And my father was on the floor. I told my mother, “Mom, Dad’s on the floor!” And she asked “what do you mean he’s on the floor?” I called out to Dad to wake him up. Even I shook him a bit to wake him up. I checked his pulse on his neck and wrist. No pulse. Nothing. Then I told Mom that he was not responding.  I called 911 to have the parimedics to come, and while they were arriving I turned him over to have him face up, then did the CPR compressions to try to revive him. His head was slightly bloodied appeared he hit his head hard. And his Right Arm was bloodied with his blood tissue sticking out.  (Warning Graphic Words) When the Parimedics came, they took over and asked the questions. Moments later my mother called to see if we’re there any results, but the bad news that my father who gave me his name….had been dead for two days. I was shocked and numb! And sad. My mother and sister: Sad. Grieving. I was in disbelief. MY OWN FATHER!!! My 69 year old father, died. I was just absolutely shocked sad and numb all around. Later on , the Milwaukee Police Department came over to investigate the basement where he died. And between the police and the Parimedics, I had to answer the tough questions like: “When was the last time you talked with him?” My mind kept thinking back to Sunday, February 19th for a reason. In which that was the final time I saw him alive. Another question: “What kind of medications was he taking? He was taking his medications to upkeep his health, including his blood sugar to see how he was doing in which at the time was his focus. “Was he a smoker? At the time, Dad quit smoking in October 2009 after a major colon surgery. Which he lived to talked about it. And other Health conditions in all. With all that going on, I had to take control of the situation. I didn’t panic, nor freak out. I maintained my composure, answered the many questions as possible and they were impressed. I told them about the work history of what my father did from Allis Chalmers, Pfister and Vogel Tannery, the VA Medical Center and the US Postal Service. Plus I mentioned his military service with the US Army and served during the Vietnam War. I also described an attire that he wore the most of his dark blue shirts, blue jeans & shoes. He usually dressed like that in order to do work around the house, or other houses if needed.

My relatives mostly my cousins, aunt’s and uncles, all came over. Plus for a stint, it was dead silence. And the thunderstorm was brewing above with hailstones early Friday Morning. Later, my pastor and his wife came over to check out the situation. After many was assembled we all had prayer. I started to say that “you know me since the beginning. You know what I’m about”. After the prayer, I was given the honors to cover up my Dad with a yellow sheet. But before I did that, I uttered the words “you empowered me sir. You Empowered me!” And I made another vow “I got your back.” After I covered him up, I went back upstairs with the family by shutting the doors. Plus there were others from the Milwaukee County Coroner’s office wanted additional info to provide in all. Moments later, my pastor and one of my older cousins wanted to see Dad. I took them downstairs to the room, uncovered the sheet and at the moment, my pastor have given a prayer at the spot. He wanted to see him, and he did. Not a good look for my cousin’s reaction with grief. After that, we went back upstairs with me covering up the sheet and closing the door. Much later, I felt I needed to take a break, and sat in my Dad’s bedroom. Then, my mother came in the house, sobbing. And she called out my name when I was upstairs. I went to her immediately and hugged her tight. She thanked me for coming over knowing that I had felt scared of what happened to Dad. She was relieved of that part. Later on she wanted to go downstairs to see Dad. Along the way, she saw his last meal of greens and Barbecue Porkchops. As myself, my mother and uncle went downstairs, I opened the doors and the three of us hugged each other tightly while grieving. All she saw was him covered up except his foot. And after that, I closed the doors to his Entertainment room. Much later, here come the Undertakers. The representatives from a local Funeral Home stopped by to get Dad out of the room and with him covered. They got him and took him away to do further summarizations of his death and what lead to it.

After that, I looked to the heavens and told my late grandparents, aunts and uncles that “S.T. is home.” Meaning that he was on his way to be with them. S.T. was my Dad’s nickname growing up.

Many of us had our hugs, but I had many of them the most. After all that, this was the most hard beginnings I began to endure.

Part two of “Losing Dad” will continue featuring the hard facebook post, and preparations for his funeral.


Oh, what. You thought I was done, huh?

Well this is Leap Day 2016 and like many days, this is a extra bonus. I did this with the Olde to Sagittarius Poems, so I’m going to do this with the Black History Month thing. And trust me, it’s long waited to do this. So it’s time to do this on Leap Day in which many might forget about February 29th or so.

 

Listen up black folks: Black History Month is, was and our time to shine to start.

Without the use of our ancestors, we wouldn’t have a part to spark.

No matter we talk about the Pharaohs, Kings and Queens plus Presidents that ruled like a boss,

Never forget their triumphs and challenges that the purpose that caused.

As usual we must continue talk about the roots of Slavery, and the use of Civil Rights,

If we gonna be real about it, never ever give up those fights!

We can do, preview, summarize and examine our proud black history, with the honorable things up the latter,

For you non-black folks hating, and those side-eyeing, Our Black Lives INDEED Matter!

Continue to march on folks of color, we are done yet!

Sometimes we have to make that gamble to make the bet!

For the regular, irregular, educated, partially learned, the Conscious, the Semi-Conscious, the Brave, the REAL Activism, the REAL Evangelists,  the Introverted, Extroverted, Ambiverted, the Bold, the Beautiful, the rebel, the Handsome, the Rugged, the Strong, the Mindful, the Doers, the Energetic, the middleman, the middlewomen, the anchors, the straight, the techie, the religious, the freethinker, the gay, the tranny, the BiSexual, the mixed, the supporters, the secretive, The Singles, The Married, The Widowed, The Life Partners, the honorable, the distinguished, the grounded, the down to earth, the political, The American, The Canadian, The British, The French, The Australian Black, The Afro-Latino, The Italian, The Haitian, The Jamaican, the Jazz, the Gospel, the Hip-Hop, the Rap, The R&B, The Folk, The Rock, The Metal, The New Age, The Dance, The Vocal, The Opera, The Classical, The Old School, The New School, The Sporty, The Medical, The Dental, and many many others with the Black Fist in sight,

Strap on your seat belts no matter what you think, we taking this everyday flight.

For our Black men, women and children of our black community that has gone home to glory,

Us here on the planet, we will and must TELL your story.

So no need to ask permission, or asking for to be valid,

We should be out doing us anyway, from the time we come, and to be candid.

So as we close out the 90th Edition of Black History Month of 2016 and make way for beyond and 2017,

Never forget the lessons that were and were not peachy keen.

From the lessons, causes, joys, concerns, and missing pieces that us Black folks we need to flex,

As we continue to know about us, I ask this: there have been many many  firsts, who got next?

#BLACKHISTORYMONTH4LIFE

 

 

 

 

 


The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 3,400 times in 2015. If it were a cable car, it would take about 57 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

Thanks for another year of reading. We’re just getting started again for 2016.

 


So far, Sagittarius Centaurs: this has been a good 30 days in 2015.

Before we close out THIS BEST SEASON, yes Capricorns we know you’re ready to take the Zodiac Baton, I’ve done these “Ode To Sagittarius” things from poems to at least talk about our sign being unique, and how to keep those Bows and Arrows on lock all day and every day! This is what we do. This is how we supposed to do. Yeah the other folks might talk smack about us Sags, being Sags in a negative way. So what. But guess what like them other signs that got all that and a bag of chips, Sagittarius has that quality also of being all that and a bag of chips too. Yeah, I’m going old school with the bag of chips, but hey this is my sign. As we close out another Sag Season, and review: I’m just going to leave it right here. Courtesy of the Sagittarius Facebook Group. This quote right here, speaks fire! As I was reading this on Facebook, I was drawn to this. Straight up!

We rise. We fall. We sink. We swim. We shoot the arrows always getting Bullseyes. We do! They may not understand so hey this is who we are. This is us!

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So yes, we are still here. We Still Roam. Like us or not, in the clubs or not, in the buildings or not, at the job or not, at the church or not, at the malls or not, spinning the sounds or not, or whatever or not, words of advice:

NEVER OVERLOOK NOR UNDERESTIMATE A CENTAUR!

NEVER OVERLOOK A SAGITTARIUS!

No matter if we are jovial, straightforward, blunt or any other feeling or category that we have. Even a tad of sensitivity. Oh, wait! Some of you other signs might go in on the sensitive part. But ALL of our signs, no matter from Capricorn to Pisces, to Cancer to Leo, and Taurus and so on an so on, HAVE SENSITIVITY!

Don’t be surprised. And….Don’t believe me just watch!

Even during the other seasons that come and go!

You just never know when we might pop up.

 

Now many of you readers probably read this Sagittarius Poem of mine last year. Guess what? I decided to go back to the throwbacks and bring it up one more time: Plus with a few upgrades.

I rep the 9th house. I am that zodiac that roams no bounds,

It’s that thoroughbred in me that still abounds

No matter I’m at work, school or play,

It doesn’t matter, I’m a Sag that still makes the stay

I’ll innovate a famous month of blackness that keeps the folks all year flowing and crusin’

That would be cool, like Dr. Carter G. Woodson

Or to rule the White House: such as debating and tourin’

Like the guy of 8th President of Martin van Buren

For music a few like Little Richard, Jay Z, Jamie Foxx, Jimi Hendrix, Janelle Monae, Taylor Swift, Jim Morrison, Tina Turner,  Ludwig Von Beethoven, Keith Richards, Michel’le, Lalah Hathaway, Johnny Rzenik, DJ Khaled, Dionne Farris, FLO-RIDA, Frank Sinatra, or Keri Hilson,

Don’t mind me, I’ll be like the folks in Seattle doing a chant for Russell WIL-SON!

Whether I’ll make a pass for a Touchdown, or make the belt come out for the Max,

Just like Aaron Rodgers, I’ll tell those with conviction of R-E-L-A-X!

I’ll be a bit sassy like Nene Leaks or Richard Pryor, or get funny like Redd Foxx or Margaret Cho,

No matter the scene, I’ll be the icon that can still go!

Speaking of the Acting game, like Steven Spielberg, Lucy Liu, Kirk Douglas, Paula Patton, Kim Basinger, Jennifer Connelly, Jane Fonda, Eugene Levy, Don Johnson, or a sometimes witty opinionated Ben Stein,

No matter the role, or game, we seem just fine.

In church, I can do ministry like the Pope Francis I, or John Wesley and spread the inspiration,

Or like the beat of the drum like Sheila E, you’ll stay for the duration.

Don’t make me get funky up in here, like my name would be Morris Day,

I’ll make you get up and dance and you’ll have nothing to say!

Us Centaurs might be moody and most of the time can’t take no fool,

Just like the archer Samuel L. Jackson, yo we play it cool.

Us Centaurs will go full speed at times of glory, talent and through it all,

Like the spirit of sprinting of  Florence Griffith Joyner (aka Flo Jo), and the slam dunks of The Greek Freak Giannis Antetokounmpo of Milwaukee Bucks Basketball.

Us Centaurs will go to the extreme like whole lot of club goers jumpin’

Don’t make me get the stunner son, like the rattlesnake, Stone Cold Steve Austin!

Oh, it’s true! It’s true like the moniker of Kurt Angle and his Wrestling Game,

I don’t have Olympic gold medals, but still can rise to fame.

Us Centaurs will get creative like the names of Charles Schultz and Walt Disney,

I told you that thoroughbred sound was real, we also kick it like WWE’s Naomi and the dragon himself Bruce Lee, feel me?

Like the famous folks of John Stewart, Robin Roberts, James Avery, and Ha-Ha Clinton-Dix,

Knowing this season of maintenance, it’s always a reference of a done deal fix.

Having towards the wave of success and sometimes be crazy of anything that we oppose,

Go reference Nicki Minaj, or that WWE Lunatic Fringe Dean Ambrose!

It takes a king to know a king, ala the name Jerry Lawler doing fist drops,

We Sagittarius folks are party starters, which never stops.

We also have a voice of a Ella Baker, which the civil rights of her had never scowl,

we also can march to the beat of other civil rights soilders and learn from those of a Andrew Goodman, Tom Hayden, Abbie Hoffman and yes,  Adam Clayton Powell.

In closing of this poem, we do have to maintain this flow,

Like another Sag that tells us of Rob Van Dam, we are and can be the whole f’n show!

So as this Sagittarius season closes out for another year to come,

Remember Sagnation, word to the wise: no matter what we do and where we go, always have the bows and arrows on lock and roam, and never ever forget where you come from!

When the Centaurs roam, Glyph Happens!

Human Intelligence, Thoroughbred Strength. Sagittarius Soul, Baby!

 

 


Three way dance here. You know what time it is!

For the kickoff of the year 2015, I’m going to start off with three things that had me bugging since the New Year started. A Facebook Hoax going wild and many of you Facebookers have probably done it. Note to the Kanye West fans: I know who Paul McCartney is. And plus, I’ll dab in on the recent life and legacy of the late great Booyah man himself, Stuart Scott.

First Dance: For all of the folks who had to login on Facebook this morning. Who has typed this?

Today, January 4, 2015 in response to the Facebook guidelines and under articles L.111, 112 and 113 of the code of intellectual property, I declare that my rights are attached to all my personal data, drawings, paintings, photos, texts etc… published on my profile. For commercial use of the foregoing my written consent is required at all times. Those reading this text can copy it and paste it on their Facebook wall. This will allow them to place themselves under the protection of copyright. By this release, I tell Facebook that it is strictly forbidden to disclose, copy, distribute, broadcast, or to take any other action against me on the basis of this profile and/or its contents. The actions mentioned above apply equally to employees, students, agents and/or other staff under the direction of Facebook. The contents of my profile includes private information. The violation of my privacy is punished by the law (UCC 1 1-308 – 308 1 – 103 and the Rome Statute). Facebook is now an open capital entity.

All members are invited to post a notice of this kind, or if you prefer, you can copy and paste this version. If you have not published this statement at least once, you will tacitly allow the use of elements such as your photos as well as the information contained in your profile.

Don’t raise your hands at once. If’ you are one of the many, many Facebook users that copied that and pasted the message to your wall or made a statement about it in some form or some way: you have been tricked.

Led astray.

Bamboozled.

Hookwinked.

Got owned.

Or in this case, you have been served.

That message is nothing more than a mere hoax. Stop that! That was a mere hoax last year, in which many didn’t catch it, but now it’s real clear that mysterious message like chain letter is a trick just to get your goat! Again, stop that! Man, what is up with these dumb letters? Whoever is behind all of this, is just wasting time. Clearly it’s all bull with the fact well, you’re broke, no job, no bill paying, not to mention to lift a hand to support a bill, or any other thing that has nothing to do at all.

Clearly, from the sources of ABC News: “Here’s the thing: Facebook doesn’t own your posts. Under the social network’s privacy policy, they have the right to distribute and share the things a user posts, subject to their privacy and application settings. (Check out Facebook’s Statement of Rights and Responsibilities here.)”

Look here, when we sign up for Facebook to use on our discretion, whatever we post on there: Pictures, Videos, Quotes, Links, thoughts on the war, or any other thing we share, they are in the right to share that via the privacy posts that we set. You know like those certain beer pictures that you probably have in which might get you fired from your jobs or giving organizations, yeah think about those. We post it. They share it. That simple. So again for those of us who are in this denial that our posts and pages maybe affected, our profiles are fine! To me, posting that message per say is like playing a practical joke just to get all folks riled up over a non-factual statement. So tell your friends that the message this morning is a trick. Don’t believe the hype!

Second Dance: If you are under the age of 30, and you listen to Kanye West, clearly you might be in the crowd somewhere that you might be asking about the legendary Beatle himself, Paul McCartney. No, not Jenny McCartney. You young Kanye Fans out there, have you ever done a thing called GOOGLE? That thing that most of you do most of the time? Yeah, that thing. Now I don’t have to tell you about how to get on google and do a search. I mean you Kanye Fans know how to do this! COME ON! And that thing called Wikipedia, where you can look up people, places, things, ideas, in all? I’m sure you probably done that. Or if Paul McCartney’s group has a website named after the Beatles, um………hello! THEY DO! Just do the websearch of “thebeatles.com” and you can see all of their work ranging from music, videos, hey you can even buy some stuff on their website. And yes, you can find out about who Paul McCartney was and is via his previous work.

Speaking of that: Many of us who are over 35, may remember this song he did with oh, what’s his name…….Listen up or watch the clip and listen good.

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Yes. Michael Jackson. The King of Pop himself in a video called “Say, Say Say”. Plus, Micheal Jackson and Paul McCartney did a collaboration song together called “The Girl Is Mine” on Michael’s Thriller Album. Again this was in the 80’s in which many of you weren’t even born! Who was born in 1983? Better learn folks! Remember the Moonwalker Video in which he did a mini concert on stage and song was called “Come Together?” That song is a Beatles Classic.

Now do we understand this or nah? I’m sure many of you probably heard of Paul McCartney’s son. You know who he is right?

 

And the last thing on the card: Stuart Scott

For all of my Generation X folks, yes we are shocked! Yesterday as I was getting ready for church, I looked on my Facebook newsfeeds that Stuart Scott died at age 49. We all know him as the sportscaster that changed the game of sportscasting with a flavor of hip hop to it. Oh, and they say that Hip Hop is bad. Really? I too had my sayings of BOOYAH! many times when I made the grades, made the points scored on the Video Games, made any good thing that was so good in terms of making a positive point. Again: BOOYAH!

Stuart was also a member of a prestigious club. The fraternity of Alpha Phi Alpha in which it’s part of the Divine 9 BGLO’s.

Growning up watching him, he repped his game well. I can’t say nothing bad about him. Stuart Scott had a gift. Not just the catchphrases or his suits and ties, or his work and Family. To me, I just like seeing another black man like him doing his work and being appreciated for his value of work was really an accomplishment. He earned it. Which no one, and I mean NO ONE can’t take away from him. Now  I know I’m injecting the black man mantra in this, but with all the mess about black men being labeled as n*ggas and not being in this and that, or not being good when it comes to women, (some black women per say) can any positive story about black men be told? Just saying! When his announcement of his cancer cameback numerous times and as he progressed his work, he never stopped. He kept going to the best of ability. No matter what happened, he wanted to be show others that having cancer may have slowed him up, but it has never stopped him for doing his work! Sometimes there are no excuses.

We all seen the ESPYS Award in which he got honored in July, 2014. Some were probably concerned about him, the way he looked in all. But Stuart himself had to let the folks know, he was not going to let a cancer disease get in his way. He was first diagnosed in 2007. He held on the fight for the last 7 – 8  years. And yesterday, after all of his battles, and fights with cancer, he was gone. 49 years old. Many are saying that it’s too soon. 49 years old is not an age to die from. But most of us heard in church that we don’t know when the good Lord calls us home. If its God’s time, its God’s time. We don’t know if the people that we know well who were around in 2014, may not be around in 2015. We don’t know, y’all! Here in Milwaukee, the city has racked up 2 homicides and some shootings in the start of the New Year. We don’t know! So yes, 2015 like many years before will have ups and downs. Every year, there will be ups and downs. That’s not just sports. It’s life. They say we need to celebrate life, well should we? With him be gone, he doesn’t have to suffer no more. No more of those therapies, or medicine or any other thing that he suffered. NO MORE! That is positive side of his transition.

For many, Stuart Scott to me will be a black legend that changed the game of sportscasting. I want all the future sportscasters to know this. Especially those who are black – we know that Black History Month is next month. And many are about to highlight the careers and achievements of African-Americans or black folks in general alike. Even more. I want all of you, no matter the level of school you are in, put Stuart Scott on your list. And if the folks ask you why Stuart Scott you tell them why! And also when making that presentation or that pictorial subject, be clear of what made you pick him or what inspired you to talk about him. And if you are going into the broadcasting game, just have one word in your office, or on your door that anyone can bring up. Booyah!


Oh, we are back Sagittarius folks!
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Our season is back on the scene and we are the scene. Oh yes, we archers should know about what we do in all. First, happy birthday to all of us either November or December Born Centaurs. No matter what we do on our birthdays,  let us celebrate it (or observe) like we know: Turn Up! or as like to say this year: MOUNT UP!

I know there is a question out there in probably asking, what is up with these “Sagittarius Check-Ins? What about my sign?” Its all about have some love for the zodiac sign. If I was a Capricorn born, or a Scorpio born person, or whatever, I would be doing a check in for those, but I have to be born under those signs! Since  I’m a Sagittarius being a straightforward centaur like minded person as I am, I do the check ins as a way of fun. And also to share some of my interest in the zodiac 9th house. And plus, I do them after my birthday which is gospel. If you must know or didn’t know:

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That’s right. December 5th Rocks!

 

Plus also, I want comment about age change. Oh yes, we know. Whenever the age change happens, we will expect it. On the 5th day of December, I turned 38. Yep. Already I’m getting some gray hair on my chin and hair style. Yeah, I’m moving on up! It kind of hit me when I start to find my keys, some items fell out of my bag. And I’m like, what up with this?!! Then I realized that yep the old age thing is a bugger! Learn that young archers! But at times though its all apart of growing up. And plus its the Christmas season. Oh, when Christmas (aka the Greatest Holiday of all time) comes, there might be a point in all the gifts and dinner where your mind might go wandering. But hey, its the holidays! I get it. And weird things are abound to happen while the season progresses. So, yes it’s Christmastime!

But don’t let that scare you.

We all have and will go through the thing and it will still be Christmas. And after holidays are over, the normalcy will comeback. So if those who might experience that, just keep telling yourself to RELAX!

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But anyway, when we rep our zodiac sign, nobody, and I mean NOBODY should not be on the whack list! Keep the repping the sign though. Go to the SagNation parties, or Sagittarius gatherings and get acquainted with others under the same sign. And don’t be surprised to see those that, well might have the same birthday as you. Also known as “birthday twins.”

So yes. While us Centaurs get our own parties on, Mount up! Mount up every day for the expected and the unexpected. Either at work or in the house. No matter if we’re Christmas shopping or gearing up for Hanukkah or Kwanzaa. No matter what SagNation, mount the blank up! And goes for the non Sags that are just watching. We see you, and you see us!

We got this! So as we continue our season until the Capricorns take over the Zodiac Baton,  and more in the coming year, mount up! And to add, in the words of December born Sag, Packers Quarterback Aaron Rodgers: R-E-L-A-X!

 

 


 

WARNING: The following post contains some Graphic Images, or clips related. Be Advised.

 

Usually I don’t address more of the Facebook phenomenon, but in this instance, I must.

Facebook Challenges. Some are interesting, but the one I want to address was just silly to end someone’s own life. I was just reading a story on-line called “Boy Dies After Participating in the Facebook Fire Challenge.” Yes. You read that right. Now for those who don’t know what are some of these challenges are, let’s take some for example.

We’ve seen the Ice Challenges. They are a challenge in which the challengers have to respond in sitting on a chair with their swimwear on or whatever, and the other person or individuals have either a bucket, or a large container of Ice, or Ice Water and dumps it on them. It’s almost like giving a Gatorade Bath to a coach after a major victory in a football game. Yeah, don’t lie. We all seen that.

We also seen Gospel Challenges. In which many had to accept the challenge of recording themselves on video singing a gospel song of their choice to accept the opportunity. If for example, if one sings Amazing Grace in a gospel like fashion, then the other person may have to sing a different song like something out of Kirk Franklin’s songbook or collection. And that carries on to another challenger.

We’ve also seen another challenge called Fashion Challenge or a fashion selfie challenge, in which others are challenged to display their best fashion pics either in a throwback sense or up to date. And to challenge others to do the same.

Thusly, these are more common challenges that mostly were doing at the time on Facebook. But this recent story about a boy setting himself on fire, with alcohol on his body with his life being on the line was so tragic. Now usually, I see stunt doubles or stunt people do dangerous stuff like this, but apparently they are trained professionals. The boy who died after doing this “Fire Challenge” was NOT A TRAINED PROFESSIONAL!”  You know what all these challenges like this reminds me of? Try “I dare you.” Or “I double dog dare you!” Many of us Gen X folks knows this. We know. And apparently this was a dare that was gone too far all because just trying to one up a person or individual on Facebook. Really?!!! Who they are supposed to be? ECW Wrestlers that set fire on Wrestling Matches? I mean REALLY?!

And apparently there’s always some degenerate commenter who have to be real stupid to make a comment like “he deserved it.” First of all, this black teenage boy didn’t deserve to die at 15 years old. When I was fifteen I was in high school, summer jobs, involved with church activities and stayed out of trouble. And no, Facebook was not even thought about way back when. And I had strict parents! The only time I burned myself was at the age of two with matches. And I was very young coming up.

Now about these so-called Facebook challenges with fire is just way out of bounds. All you parents of now, raising 15 year olds now, going on Facebook and having these challenges, you need to monitor your child’s activity of what they are doing. They are NOT GROWN! If you pay for the computer with a webcam, or a cell phone with YOUR MONEY, you better take it back. And when I was a teen, I didn’t have no cell phone nor a pager. Now, for those who were wondering, what’s a pager? It doesn’t matter right now. Find out later.

But for now, Facebook as well as other Social Media platforms including this blog on WordPress is not the cause of humanity concern! It’s the “human attitude” of what is put on Facebook that gets around. When someone attacks you on Social Media in a verbal assault, or putting a pic of you having sex with your enemy, or tagging your name or Hashtag along with a story that is not concerned with your well being. OR…. If you post a pic or video that is NSFW per say, and someone calls foul on it and you get mad because you believe it’s your 1st Amendment right to post whatever. Even though if you are being responsible in a sense. Probably. And yes, sort of like cell phones, ipads, ipods,  androids, windows products, TV’s, Video Games, and many other technological aspects we have now. Oh……don’t forget music too. Years ago, in High School, I remember writing a paper about Music and TV not causing the concern of teens like me growing up. It’s the folks reacting to that and assuming that it’s about that life. You Baby-Boomers should know. Gen Y, no exception. And the Millennials, you better learn!

So mainly what I’m saying is we need to re-establish self moral values and self moral lessons of what to not to do. Of course many will not care and do it anyway. But before they do they better see what is up before they do!

Time to be real! Even you don’t have no kids or starting a family!

You want real challenges? I got a real challenge: be a leader!

 


US Bank Fireworks n Milwaukee, WI

Independence Day has come and gone for another year. If you celebrated this year thus far with the fireworks, barbecues, day off from work, or any other reason to celebrate the legendary holiday of American Observances, then yes you have been blessed. BUT since the festivities has now been silenced until next year in July, the struggle continues. Many don’t think so. But plenty, we have to realize that of the objective to journey on. 

Dear US Americans (either by birth or by immigrant): It’s me Stephen, an African-American male blogger by hobby, but not by trade.

Happy Birthday America. Another year of our young 238 years has been celebrated, culminated or observed. Yes, we have we have well brought more of our Red, White, and Blue in various ways in terms of celebrations and cookouts. Even most of us have the “Independent Mindset” of takes to be independent among other things. Yes, I do have a confession as an African-American: And I’m using the term “AFRICAN-AMERICAN” Loosely. Not tightly. I do get down with the patriotic side of my Americana talents of decking the house with the RWB, and many others. So yes, I do celebrate Independence Day like everyone else, but I also reflect the observances for those who are no longer here living and also in dedication to those who have struggled for many many years tried to celebrate. Even here in Milwaukee, by going to a July 3rd US Bank Fireworks Show that was most improved. For those who don’t live in Milwaukee, my home city kicks off the 4th of July a day early due to the Lakefront Fireworks near Veterans Park and the Milwaukee Summerfest Grounds.  We do it big here! It’s our annual tradition that goes back to about 1911 in our County Parks.

I don’t mean to demean my own party of observances. During the signing of the Declaration of Independence in the hot July year of 1776, yes I do know and realized that my black people weren’t part of the celebration. They weren’t part of the folks who embraced the unification of the country’s birth due to one thing: Slavery. Many of my African-American compatriots, or brothers and sisters denounced the 4th of July as a farce. Some (not all)  go far by saying “Fourth of YOU-LIE!” based on the reaction of history that is still being talked about amongst us in 2014. Even in the era that we have a Black President in the White House. Speaking of that, Malia Obama just turned 16 on the nation’s b-day. And if you got a birthday on the 4th, or got married on the 4th, hey Happy Birthday and Anniversary. Getting back, the main reminder of the fourth, goes back to Frederick Douglass, when he published his famous writing, “What is the slave to the Fourth of July?” He published that on July 5th, 1862 which is about 162 years in the making. We know what he said. We know how he felt. And there are those today who read that same document have to draw comparisons of what Douglass was feeling in terms of not being included, left out, or not being mentioned or skipped over due to the skin tone and hate of being black. This includes voting rights, civil rights, jobs, health care, economics, living status, immigration rights, and many other factors that is still around. Even racism and other forms of discrimination. Just a reminder I don’t see any utopias!

 

What gets me that, if we are the country that is still on the pulse of all men are created equal, what is about the notions that are not equal? When I hear and see or read about African-Americans get the racism bug, and other folks of non-black had to bust out with the “get over it” speech, what are we are supposed to get over?! Those who say that, need to be in the boots or shoes of us black folks that go through this thing EVERYDAY! This is not some get over it fix. It’s real life on the real here. It’s kind of like were dealing with another version of Jim Crow remixed. Am I right? Or is it some figment of imagination?

Call out: How many of us encountered racism on the 4th? Be honest!

But hold up! How many of us have encountered racism and actually did nothing or something about it? Basic question to ponder. And don’t be like and say as a reminder  “Oh, I’m colorblind.” That’s a farce. When you meet a person of a different race, yes YOU WILL see color. And when you go home, same thing. When that encounters, it’s another reminder that America as young and old as is need to improve. Just to think that the figures of Dr. Maya Angelou, Ruby Dee, and even Bobby Womack and among others are not here to reappear. I know that many are about to break out the wise words of Dr. King in his I Have A Dream Speech. That one line that everyone knows. BUT: I advise by reading the entire speech!

Back to me celebrating in all: Yes I do celebrate the 4th. I celebrate for me, my family, my American values. Plus I celebrate my earned opportunity of Independence, Liberty, and the right to blog what I want on WordPress. Even my work. Even my church. Even my Alumni groups that contribute each year. And my community ideas and concerns of improvement. I even celebrate for my black folks who were slaves that got whipped, shackled, branded by force, beaten up and even killed in trying to get that one word etched: Freedom.

I also realized that Freedom is not free. It’s not. That is harder to work for because, there are obstacles everyday no matter what we go through. And I hope those of my culture and as many other cultures have to realize the similar notions. No shade. No generational cards. So in closing: We can celebrate. We can observe. BUT: like Melissa Harris-Perry’s father always says, and I believe him: the struggle continues.

Sincerely, (and Independently, patriotically rightfully so)

Stephen