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What I've learned from watching the Olympics

I've learned that WE STILL DOMINATE THAT ASS IN BALL!


I now love Womens Beach Volleyball

The Chinese are becoming world class athletes (much respect)




The weed in Jamaica is off the chain

Taylor's death a grim reminder for us all

This is an article from Jason Whitlock, the controversial column writer for Foxsports.com. I found this very informative but a lot of "Black Folk" want to call him an "ASSHOLE" or things of that sort, but honestly I commend Whitlock for his brutal honesty. In fact we need more Jason Whitlocks in this World. Here is the column enjoy and please leave feed back.

Source:http://msn.foxsports.com/nfl/story/7499442

Taylor's death a grim reminder for us all by Jason Whitlock

There's a reason I call them the Black KKK. The pain, the fear and the destruction are all the same.

Someone who loved Sean Taylor is crying right now. The life they knew has been destroyed, an 18-month-old baby lost her father, and, if you're a black man living in America, you've been reminded once again that your life is in constant jeopardy of violent death.

The Black KKK claimed another victim, a high-profile professional football player with a checkered past this time.

No, we don't know for certain the circumstances surrounding Taylor's death. I could very well be proven wrong for engaging in this sort of aggressive speculation. But it's no different than if you saw a fat man fall to the ground clutching his chest. You'd assume a heart attack, and you'd know, no matter the cause, the man needed to lose weight.

Well, when shots are fired and a black man hits the pavement, there's every statistical reason to believe another black man pulled the trigger. That's not some negative, unfair stereotype. It's a reality we've been living with, tolerating and rationalizing for far too long.

When the traditional, white KKK lynched, terrorized and intimidated black folks at a slower rate than its modern-day dark-skinned replacement, at least we had the good sense to be outraged and in no mood to contemplate rationalizations or be fooled by distractions.

Our new millennium strategy is to pray the Black KKK goes away or ignores us. How's that working?

About as well as the attempt to shift attention away from this uniquely African-American crisis by focusing on an "injustice" the white media allegedly perpetrated against Sean Taylor.

Within hours of his death, there was a story circulating that members of the black press were complaining that news outlets were disrespecting Taylor's victimhood by reporting on his troubled past

No disrespect to Taylor, but he controlled the way he would be remembered by the way he lived. His immature, undisciplined behavior with his employer, his run-ins with law enforcement, which included allegedly threatening a man with a loaded gun, and the fact a vehicle he owned was once sprayed with bullets are all pertinent details when you've been murdered.

Marcellus Wiley, a former NFL player, made the radio circuit Wednesday, singing the tune that athletes are targets. That was his explanation for the murders of Taylor and Broncos cornerback Darrent Williams and the armed robberies of NBA players Antoine Walker and Eddy Curry.

Really?

Let's cut through the bull(manure) and deal with reality. Black men are targets of black men. Period. Go check the coroner's office and talk with a police detective. These bullets aren't checking W-2s.

Rather than whine about white folks' insensitivity or reserve a special place of sorrow for rich athletes, we'd be better served mustering the kind of outrage and courage it took in the 1950s and 1960s to stop the white KKK from hanging black men from trees.

But we don't want to deal with ourselves. We take great joy in prescribing medicine to cure the hate in other people's hearts. Meanwhile, our self-hatred, on full display for the world to see, remains untreated, undiagnosed and unrepentant.

Our self-hatred has been set to music and reinforced by a pervasive culture that promotes a crab-in-barrel mentality.

You're damn straight I blame hip hop for playing a role in the genocide of American black men. When your leading causes of death and dysfunction are murder, ignorance and incarceration, there's no reason to give a free pass to a culture that celebrates murder, ignorance and incarceration.

Of course there are other catalysts, but until we recapture the minds of black youth, convince them that it's not OK to "super man dat ho" and end any and every dispute by "cocking on your bitch," nothing will change.

Does a Soulja Boy want an education?

HBO did a fascinating documentary on Little Rock Central High School, the Arkansas school that required the National Guard so that nine black kids could attend in the 1950s. Fifty years later, the school is one of the nation's best in terms of funding and educational opportunities. It's 60 percent black and located in a poor black community.

Watch the documentary and ask yourself why nine poor kids in the '50s risked their lives to get a good education and a thousand poor black kids today ignore the opportunity that is served to them on a platter.

Blame drugs, blame Ronald Reagan, blame George Bush, blame it on the rain or whatever. There's only one group of people who can change the rotten, anti-education, pro-violence culture our kids have adopted. We have to do it.

According to reports, Sean Taylor had difficulty breaking free from the unsavory characters he associated with during his youth.

The "keepin' it real" mantra of hip hop is in direct defiance to evolution. There's always someone ready to tell you you're selling out if you move away from the immature and dangerous activities you used to do, you're selling out if you speak proper English, embrace education, dress like a grown man, do anything mainstream.

The Black KKK is enforcing the same crippling standards as its parent organization. It wants to keep black men in their place — uneducated, outside the mainstream and six feet deep.

In all likelihood, the Black Klan and its mentality buried Sean Taylor, and any black man or boy reading this could be next.

Why Your Girl Can't Be Your Best Friend

By: The ESQue

Because I am a man without cable or internet, I do a lot of thinking. I tend to analyze things. My life. The life of other's. Different things that I might hear or see. Most recently I've thought about what it is to be in a relationship. The ultimate relationship that all women seem to seek and all men seem to avoid. Where everything is on a higher level because you have met your soul mate. Where you are with the person with whom you are convinced you will spend forever with. Your soul mate. Your life's love. Your better half. Your best friend.

I read recently Doug and Jackie Christie (Crazy 1 & 2 for short) do an interview where they said about each other, "We're best friends. We share everything." Then I thought to myself at first "Wow. How sweet is that Best Friends? Really? Wow." Made me want to go get one of those nice woven bracelets that say Best Friend and give the second one to that special lady in my life. But then, as I thought more about my best male friend, Mr. Femi Phipps, and cycled through the volumes of phone calls, situations, and conversations in my mental library I realized two things: Doug Christie is either lying his crooked teeth having ass off and full of sh*t or he's pu**y whipped and your woman can NEVER be your best friend. Ever.

A woman may say to you that she wants to be your best friend. She may even set you up for the trickery that is making you believe you can tell her anything. Fellas, DON'T DO IT! You'll be the 2007 version of Eric Benet. And by that I don't mean you'll walk around barefoot and suddenly be able to sing.

See here's the thing. You share absolutely everything with your best friend. That's why they're your best friend. They know ALL your dirt. They probably know even more dirt on you than yo' mama. And THAT'S a lot of dirt. You tell them about secrets, thoughts, the whole bit. If it's truly a best friend, they are a walking vault of your secrets and a diary unlike any other.
Which is exactly why that can never be your woman. Here's what I mean:

1. Your best friend isn't going to leave you.
If I'm on the phone with Femi…and I have been many a time and tell him, "you know what, I really want to fu*k this b*tch at my job"or "there's this chick at my gym I think I can bone, and I'm gonna" or "I just f*cked the sh*t out of this chick I met a few weeks ago", your best friend is going to pat you on the back, say "congrats" and maybe ask for some details. If he is a so-called "good brother" he's going to say some gay sh*t like "you know you shouldn't be stepping out on your woman like that, man." at which point you can look at him like he's stupid and you all will both laugh and move on. Either way, you can't "cheat" on your best friend (although you can betray them, it rarely happens unless you’re the shadiest of shady) and thus, he will feel nothing at all but happiness for you at your latest conquest. One thing he isn't doing is getting upset, packing everything of yours in a box and leaving it on your doorstep with keys in the middle of the night. That ain't happening.
Now try that with your woman. Riiiiiiiight.
It's easy to say, "You can have your girl as your best friend when you are leading a respectable life." And you would sound like a chick. Harsh, but true. That 100% honesty bit is a wash because your woman has feelings for you that your best friend simply doesn't have. So she's going to be affected by things you do in ways that they simply will not. Imagine you're boning the next chick while your lady is calling your cell for you not to answer. No emergency, nothing pressing. She just wants to…"talk". Would you, in your right mind get on the phone afterwards and tell her how good the cut you just climbed out of was? Riiiiiiiiight. Didn't think so. Your best friend? Of course you could tell him. In fact, it makes for 10x's better convo than just shooting the sh*t. Holla if you hear me.

2. Your best friend isn't going to use your honesty against you later on.
Ask any man how many times he's made the bonehead mistake of answering a question that his woman has asked him 100% honestly when the answer was more complicated than a simple "yes" or "no" (and even those can be dicey) and the response you will get may surprise you. Most men make this mistake only 3x's if they are the most hard headed of freaks but usually getting burned is all it takes.
Now some women try to act like they can handle all the truth. The reality is that they can only handle certain truths. Some women know which questions not to ask because they say they want honesty (and truly might) but would rather avoid that truth when it is an uncomfortable. An interesting approach, but not one that speaks to someone being your best friend. There is nothing uncomfortable with me and my best friend. No uncomfortable truth that we would avoid ore can't discuss. Some women like to think that because their man can tell them that they think the girl on the other side of the club has a phatty that all of a sudden they have the most honest relationship. Or that because he tells you that you look a lil hefty in that dress that you don't hold anything back. My response? Sheeeeeeeed. Imagine the worst truth that your man could tell you…I'm not talking about "Honey I hate your meatloaf because it's always too salty." I'm talking about, "When we are together and having sex, sometimes I imagine I'm boning your cousin who has slightly bigger tits and seems like she's more of a freak." or "Phew! I'm so glad that my side chick had that abortion for me before you found out." Riiiiiiiiiiiiight. Not something you're going to tell your woman, but something you wouldn't have a problem telling your best friend.
And best friends don't abuse the honesty. You don't have to worry about coming home after your cell died on you for your best friend to ask you some craziness like "Your gotdamn cell was off…you must've been fu*king dat b*tch!" or any variation there of when you called yourself being honest with your "best friend" about what you've been doing every Thurs night after work since they cancelled Cheers. They aren't going to beat you in the head or keep a running count of the lies you've told to bring them out during a "fight." I've seen guys get hit with the "lies you've told me" combo during the middle of an argument. It's ugly.

3. Your best friend isn't going to seek revenge for your actions.
The terms "revenge fu*k", "get back head", "f*ck 'em girl dress" etc. are not in the vocabulary of the best friend (and if any of them are….you need prayer you sicko). But your woman? Sheeed. Imagine that every woman has a "truth resivour" where she stores things that may not be pleasant but that she has allowed herself to confront and deal with. Every woman's tank would be reflective of her tolerance level, and thus, a different size for every woman. Imagine the same thing for your best friend. First of all, your best friend's would be infinitely larger than your woman's but in addition to that when your woman's tank floods after being full, watch out! (See the terms at the beginning of this paragraph). But when your best friend's fills up--if ever--what happens? NOTHING. You don't have to worry about choking out your best friend because when you used his bathroom and looked in the medicine cabinet there are only 9 magnums of a 12 pack. And you all don't use rubbers. Riiiiiiiiiiiight.

So those are the top three reasons that your lady can only be your baby. Your relationship may be special. It may be unique, but the price of honesty--past or present--is most often too high when combined with the nature of feelings and attachment for your woman to pay. It just doesn't work. So what do you do? Be realistic about the levels of honesty that you are prepared to accept. Accept them. And realize that there are certain truths you are unprepared and unwilling to accept. DON'T SEARCH FOR THEM. View the glass as half full and enjoy the drink before it evaporates.

Sad? No. Harsh? Yes. True? Absolutely.

The ESQue is a proud blogger and affiliate of Blackmanshit! Holla at him with your feedback. UNDERDOGQUE@gmail.com

WHITE AMERICA! THANKS FOR HATING!

Thank you Barry for breaking one of the most sacred records in sports. I know baseball is "America's" game, and when they say "America" they really mean Caucasian people. I'm sorry to say America that a Black Man has broken that record, which means that you will have to hear Barry Bonds name until someone breaks that record which will not be for a very LOOOOONNGGGG time. Thanks for Hating!
Barry, Congrats Brah!

Apologies for the Lack of updates! But we got something for you!

We will be adding two new components to our blog

The “Sit yo ass down somewhere” Award

This is for that person that needs attention, the person that can’t stop talking, that can’t stop doing "something." They don’t know how to relax, they take life too seriously.
Sometimes you want to tell these people to just “Sit yo ass down somewhere!”

nominees thus far are

Pac Man Jones
Laurie from Making the Band

And the “Things that make your hairline go back” Award

These are for the people that are in those particular “stressful” and often “difficult” situations that result in the receding of the hairline.

nominees thus far are

My boy awaiting his HIV results (shouldn't have hit that thing raw)
Any Black Character in ROOTS

Stay tunned!

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Interesting Series about Being a Black man!

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