The Chief Rocka

SOOOOOO in an interview with a British reporter the savage Quentin Tarantino proclaimed that the slaughter of the Native American Indian was an issue that has basically been put to bed, handled. I find that interesting being that we have popular sports teams in this country with names like the REDSKINS and the BLACKHAWKS. We even have a caricature of a mascot for a baseball team conveniently named the Cleveland INDIANS. We made their culture into our pop-culture and didn't even think twice about it. We've turned a derogatory term like REDSKIN into one of the most popular football teams in American history. Could you imagine Alabama having an NBA team by the name of the Tuscaloosa Fighting NIGGERS? How about the Beaufort, S.C. COONS for a professional hockey team? I swear there needs to be a serious discussion about race in this country because people are fucking oblivious to the offensive and insensitive shit going on in our everyday lives which mock people and their culture. If you think I'm full of shit, tell me the last time you thanked a tree for air? Nevermind, keep littering and shit... Check your ingredients B, PEACE!

Dont Trust Them New Niggers Over There

As I sit here blasting "Time Has Come Today" by the Chambers Brothers I can't help but think about the Civil Rights Movement and the Watts/D.C. riots. Yo when Black people were upset about something in this country, we'd destory shit. Not to say I'm trying to incite violence, I'm saying sometimes people only get the message when you burn down their fucking property, steal their merchandise, and beat them the fuck up. Seldomly does one mention the riot in Detroit Blacks were gunned down by law enforcement. All these acts of violence (commited by both parties) has shaped African-American culture. The more powerful the African-American community became with their voice, message, and rioting the stronger the retaliation from the U.S. government. Eventually they felt like they were wasting their bullets (they needed those shits to gun down foreign niggers) and just put some crack and heroin in our hallways of the low-income housing facilities they were experimenting on us with by stacking us on top of one another 15 stories high, hence the "projects." Mix that with a little bit of NON-opportunistic situations, poor education, self-hate, violence, sex, and poor dieting you have a recipe for disaster. I see this, I can identify this practice, we see it everyday. Nobody outside of the race of people this type of assault was aimed at had a problem with it for over 50 years. Nobody gave a shit about Compton, Detroit, New Orleans, Chicago or any major cities with impoverished neighborhoods consisting of mostly Black citizens. Even Dr. King cared about EVERYBODY poor, but you know they gunned him the fuck down. Poor Whites were fine with being poor because at least they were White and felt like that was a leg up on Black people. Think I'm talking shit, go find me a poor White Democrat voting for their best interests and I'll find you the fucking Tea Party. So now we're in 2013, African-Americans have been conditioned to weather these conditions they've been groomed to accept and we as a people have survived. We're not nearly as strong as we should be as a People, but with all the shit thrown at us it's not a miracle we still exist. The best of the best out here, and now you got these new niggers who aren't built to withstand these man-made elements such as poor healthcare, poor education, poor living conditions, lack of monetary funds, etc... These new niggers now want to protest, and sleep in parks, and complain about shit My people have been enduring for really centuries in this corporation of a country and NOW it's a problem? What's worse is these African-Americans having compassion for these new niggers, must have something to do with somebody's Jesus. More distractions for African-Americans to keep them from tasks which would progress them as a people, now they're concerned with a people who are struggling NOW and want you to identify with them so we can fight one fight. We did that already, remember the 1960s? Remember the Womens Rights Movement? Remember Dr. King? They left us in the fucking dust once they got their shit together and now they're back looking for our help; like some hired African mercenaries fighting in a war which will never benefit them. Yall us be all fucked up, now you fucked up and need us to help you bail you out again, and here we go falling for it again. Pay attention to whom/what matters in this country Black people, lets get Our shit together. Hotep.

Weapons of Mind Destruction

One of the deadliest and poisonous weapons ever used on a mankind was/is His-Story. When you rewrite or erase a people from the history books, they're accustomed and subjected to whatever those in control see fit. If I want to convince you that you're a savage, I'll tell your people for generations that they're savages, write them into the history books as savages, and even when the TRUTH comes to light I will reinforce those savage stereotypes by depicting you and your people as savages via new and improved avenues. Does this sound far-fetched? Does this sound like a tactic of mental warfare? Are you a victim of these practices? I know I am, a recovering one. Not a victim in a sense that I was lost or confused about the history of My ancestors or people, but a victim in a sense that My history was hidden from me; another tactical movement. We as human beings must arm ourselves. Me as a Black/African/African-American man I have no choice but to arm myself, because these tactics are directly aimed towards me and my existance. I can no longer allow myself to be a victim. I can no longer indulge in a lifestyle which keeps me ignorant to the truth. I can no longer entertain His-Story. I must write/right my own story, our story, History. Peace!

You're So Vain...

So POW had like a fucking epiphany last night while watching a popular television show (a guilty pleasure I wont speak on), and in one segment there was a woman modeling. Not like modeling on a runway, she was participating in a photoshoot for a magazine. I'm not like googly-eyed and shit watching this woman, my demeanor was more like "why the fuck is this woman famous?" I'm not a hater, I just don't understand how in the manger of White baby Jesus could we as a society give someone props for being attractive with or without the help of photoshop? Why are we rewarding beauty? BEAUTY? Like, we're giving people props for being attractive? When has someone being attractive done ANYTHING positive in the history of ANYTHING, EVER? What the fuck is a SUPER MODEL? What percentage of the world is considered model material? How the fuck do you market looking like a model to someone who isn't a model, and the people who're being marketed to actually consuming whatever is being marketed to them? It took me like 5 minutes to write that sentence because that shit doesn't make ANY sense. I used to think self-hate had some exclusivity when it came to image (Black people), but damn that shit is an international multicultural disease of a concept. I wont even elaborate, I don't want to insult anyone's intelligence reading this blog... Peace!

My Prescription

This mad mad world we live in has prescribed us a very harmful drug called "truth." Yeah quotation marks fam, hear me out though. See what we want to believe as truth has become a drug, something detrimental to our health yet we'll prescribe to it as long as it (co-)pays in the long run; or what we think is the long run. It's sort of like a crutch, something to help us along life. We're too weak as a race of Humans to live without excuses and security nets so we prance along the galaxy like we own the place holier than thou, because we have doctrine to excuse our behavior; "truth." That "truth" comes in many forms, but every single one of them are lies. The biggest "truth" will establish the hugest lie, and for that alone these words I spit (without an arm I spit) will fall upon deaf ears. An exercise in futility I'm willing to endure. You say it long enough someone old enough is bound to hear it right? Right? Riiiiiiiight... Let go of those "truths" and embrace those "lies" sometimes. Indians didn't sell Manhattan for 6 cents, beans, or were too dumb to understand the deal. You cannot sell nor own land. Apply that concept to everything you know or reject everything I spit, without an arm. Peace!

Either do it or don't!

To all those screaming, yelling, posting, tweeting, im'ing, blogging, and lying "New Year, New Me", blow it out your ass, no seriously.

I've never been one for resolutions, either I do or I don't. Some things in life are just that simple. But it's kinda sad and bit disturbing that a date on a calendar, even if it is the 1st date, is such a "factor" in soooo many ppl doing the things that they need to do/shoulda been doing. Starting on 1/1 of any year, for whatever reason, doesn't make ANYTHING easier EXCEPT remembering the day you started. And if all you need is for the calendar to start over to be/feel motivated, you have bigger issues. 

Moving on...

I wonder what the Mayans are doing, cuz I'm still here and for the last few weeks or so I've been reflecting, on 2012 ofcourse, but life, mine in particular, as a whole. I love when I'm able to sit back and recount moments/events that I never thought possible to forget or get over, and realize that not only am I past it, I'm damn near healed.  And I use the word healed loosely, so there's no confusion.

This isn't healing by divine intervention or repentance for my sins, this is self-healing. This is choosing to look at oneself, in the face, and decide to either live in the past, present or future. The latter two being my personal choices. And yes, some things are unforgettable, this I/we know. Hurricanes, Mass Shootings, (in 2011 alone I lost 7 loved ones all under 40 yrs old-worst year of my life! so far...), but I'm not talking about forgetting, 'cuz I will never forget. I'm talking about healing.  Living with it AND through it.  Acknowledging the issue/problem/loss, accepting it and the lack of or amount of control you had over the outcome, and finding a place to put it so that it doesn't interfere with everything else you got going and will need to do with what remains of your life.

There's a buncha "woe is me'rs" running round crying and boo-hooing and looking for, we'll call it attention, because they don't like it when you call it pity. All they ever get from me is a side eye. YOU get YOUR life together. YOU. Back up off me with all that help me, you got it good, I wish I could shit. "Ain't nobody got time for that - in my Tamar voice, wait...wtf is Tamar?" YOU can help yourself, DIY, or at the very least, give someone a reason to want to assist-keyword. And because you're just straight lazy, ain't a reason! Not in my book.

I'm a strong woman, definitely part of my purpose in life. I say this because in my life as well as in love, I'm ALWAYS presented with situations that a lot aren't strong enough to go through with help much less alone. I'm tested, tried, and challenged, but what separates me from others is my dedication to the solution. I have but so much time to dwell on the issue itself, especially if it's one that I can't fix or do anything about. So my energy goes into "where do we go from here/how can we fix it/ what can we do mode. Those thoughts alone are already moving me forward, which is the only direction for me.

I used to say since I've been outta college, the years have simply been flying by. But they were always fast, I just wasn't paying attention until I graduated and the 1st of the month started coming around quicker and quicker. And since I don't know when (even though a gypsy told me at 72) or where I'm going to kick my bucket, I live in and for THE NOW. I do whatever I need to do, any day of the week, without the motivation of others, and because I want to. I don't wait for the winter to get my "summer body" ready, basic bitches. It's always summer body time, I travel year round. And I could care less about anyone's personal opinions (keyword=personal, kept it to yourself) and I envy no one.  As the saying goes "What you eat, don't  make me shit" and it def don't pay my rent, Go that way... 

And I'm not being mean, just straight forward and to the point, which is something else I have an issue with but I will save that for another post on another day. I'm gonna call it "Talk Arounders - Save me the schpeel and get to the point - if there is one". 

~Ms. Mega

Random:

Who started rapping in February of 2012??

Just signed a $2 million deal with Def Jam?

And has the #1 song in the club, right now???

wait for it.............

Trinidad James (Nicca nicca nicca)

Fucking disgusting!

Shout it out 2013

Shout out to the European concept of time, had uggins scared to death. Peace to the late Mayan people who never said the world was ending. Shout out to all people who felt like the world was ending and ain't pay no bills in the month of December and are now homeless, cellphoneless, jobless, carless, etc... Shout out to those who did think the world was going to end and still paid all of their bills. Shout out to "new year, new me" uggins who've been talking that hot shit for like 5 to 6 years B. Shout out to Planet Fitness, Ballys, L.A. Fitness, and all the gyms in America getting this GUAP from all these sucker MCs talking about they tryna get in shape for the summer and wont be in the gym after Valentines Day. Shout out all the people who got engaged on New Years Eve & Day, mad original. Shout out to everyone with plans to change for the better and needed the start of a calender year to do so. Shout out to waking up January 1st and stating "I'm never drinking again." Shout out to kidney abuse. Shout out to me wanting to start poking smot at 30yrs old. Shout out to everything positive happening to you and yours in the next 360+ days and everyday after that. If I missed some shout outs, feel free to add on in the comments. Peace & Love!