October 23rd, Sunday... I attend a church in the state of Maryland and it is a nice church. I have been a member since the mid- nineties but the pastor said, to my face, that he does not recall that I even joined. (Maybe he said that because of that tithing thing?) Anyway, I noticed that the members of the hierarchy flat out refuse to speak! Ok, maybe it's a bad Sunday. But not every Sunday!
I'm thinking that one of the missions of the church is to promote fellowship. I don't know... I could be wrong!
Sometimes you can speak to them and they will look you right in the eye and not say a word! There are some Sunday's when they come around and want to "pray" for you, then they start "laying hands" all over you like you are in a church massage parlor. I have a problem with the Quickie" prayer thing. It reminds me of police officers pulling black drivers over for no apparent reason to meet their ticket quota!
Another thing I don't see at my church is a suggestion box! I wonder why?
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Sunday, October 23, 2011
A Warped POV by A. Dacosta Brathway
October 23rd, Sunday... Sometimes my mind just wanders aimlessly. I think about things other people probably would NEVER think about. Like earlier today I was watching TV and I saw a baby breast feeding and I wondered if the phrase, "You are what you eat!" applied to that baby? Far be it from me to disrespect a baby but... Well, I was just wondering.
So I'm watching this baby breast feed and another thought popped into my head. I wondered if breast feeding in public is a baby's version of "Take Out?" Ok... When a baby is in a stroller in a mall and it vomits, can it be arrested for a DWI? I was in church this morning and while the pastor was preaching, a baby screamed out the word "SHI" but did not pronounce the "T." No one reprimanded the baby! I hear a lot of grown black folks say curse words and do not pronounce the last letter. Why is the baby allowed a pass?
I guess what I am getting at is, why do babies get away with so much "shi...?"
So I'm watching this baby breast feed and another thought popped into my head. I wondered if breast feeding in public is a baby's version of "Take Out?" Ok... When a baby is in a stroller in a mall and it vomits, can it be arrested for a DWI? I was in church this morning and while the pastor was preaching, a baby screamed out the word "SHI" but did not pronounce the "T." No one reprimanded the baby! I hear a lot of grown black folks say curse words and do not pronounce the last letter. Why is the baby allowed a pass?
I guess what I am getting at is, why do babies get away with so much "shi...?"
Friday, October 21, 2011
A Warped POV by A. Dacosta Brathway
October 21st, Friday... I hate poverty! I'm from the Groucho Marks School. "I don't want to join any club that would have me as a member!" The problem is that I'm poor and I am in the poverty club but not by my choice! If it were left up to me, I'd be RICH!
Anyway, I owe(d) big cheese on my cell phone bill but I paid 2/3's of it yesterday. Apparently that means nothing because the poor are treated as though they have NO DIGNITY! Not only do I not have any service, I also have a bill collector calling me for the other third of the cheddar. She took me to task about when and how I would pay the rest of the money. First of all, if I had it to pay I would have paid it. I had been paying it on time... Now she is riding my ass about the rest. Secondly, I have no service!
I get it! When you're poor, you are scum. Screw your circumstance... Fuck your situation. Who should be concerned that your "American Dream" is an all American nightmare?
As soon as I can get out of my cell phone contract, I'm not talking anymore! Hell, it costs to talk in America. Who would have thought that "freedom of speech" was so damn expensive?
Anyway, I owe(d) big cheese on my cell phone bill but I paid 2/3's of it yesterday. Apparently that means nothing because the poor are treated as though they have NO DIGNITY! Not only do I not have any service, I also have a bill collector calling me for the other third of the cheddar. She took me to task about when and how I would pay the rest of the money. First of all, if I had it to pay I would have paid it. I had been paying it on time... Now she is riding my ass about the rest. Secondly, I have no service!
I get it! When you're poor, you are scum. Screw your circumstance... Fuck your situation. Who should be concerned that your "American Dream" is an all American nightmare?
As soon as I can get out of my cell phone contract, I'm not talking anymore! Hell, it costs to talk in America. Who would have thought that "freedom of speech" was so damn expensive?
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
A Warped POV by A. Dacosta Brathway
October 12th, Wednesday... I just got finished watching the whole first season of BRAVO's A Work of Art and I am absolutely inspired... to do nothing! I thought the artist's were great. They did motivating work but my issue is how do you get the opportunity to create art considering the state of the world?
I don't really fault the artists. I guess I got caught up with the critics assessments of the works. Who are these people? How do you get to sit on your ass and look down on the creative masses and judge their work? Can you even judge the concept of some one's work? If I'm judging how you perceive the world, I am saying that my perception sets a standard that you have to align yourself with to be relevant! WHAT? And, where is your work being displayed so that I may be able to make my comparisons? And, how can I get me one of those "judging" gigs? And, if I lose the competition, am I now irrelavant in the world of art (after all that work I did)?
Shit... considering what I just wrote, am I now what I detest?
I don't really fault the artists. I guess I got caught up with the critics assessments of the works. Who are these people? How do you get to sit on your ass and look down on the creative masses and judge their work? Can you even judge the concept of some one's work? If I'm judging how you perceive the world, I am saying that my perception sets a standard that you have to align yourself with to be relevant! WHAT? And, where is your work being displayed so that I may be able to make my comparisons? And, how can I get me one of those "judging" gigs? And, if I lose the competition, am I now irrelavant in the world of art (after all that work I did)?
Shit... considering what I just wrote, am I now what I detest?
Thursday, October 6, 2011
A Warped POV by A. Dacosta Brathway
October 6th, Thursday... I've been going to church regularly lately and I've been bombarded with so much 411 about the word I haven't had time to think about the debate about what color was Christ. Personally, I don't care. I'm sure I have my prejudiced moments but I really don't care what color he is.
That being said, I am puzzled about someone else's color that is mentioned in the Bible. I'm wondering if Satan is really red? I mean, is he always blushing or is it so hot where he is, he is just red hot?
I don't think any person should be tagged by the color of (his) skin but red? C'mon... Holla at a brother.
I'm not feeling like asking my pastor because he may not take it in the light I intend it to be in but I am thinking about asking Bishop TD Jakes. I listen to him and he seems like he has a real good sense of humor. If he can sing, off key, to millions of people with no shame, I think he might be able to give me an honest answer!
That being said, I am puzzled about someone else's color that is mentioned in the Bible. I'm wondering if Satan is really red? I mean, is he always blushing or is it so hot where he is, he is just red hot?
I don't think any person should be tagged by the color of (his) skin but red? C'mon... Holla at a brother.
I'm not feeling like asking my pastor because he may not take it in the light I intend it to be in but I am thinking about asking Bishop TD Jakes. I listen to him and he seems like he has a real good sense of humor. If he can sing, off key, to millions of people with no shame, I think he might be able to give me an honest answer!
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
A Warped POV by A. Dacosta Brathway
October 5th, Wednesday... So what's with the Hitler reference from Hank Williams about Obama? Hank Williams is the Monday Night Football theme song singer who took the stance that President Obama reminds him of Hitler. Of course he recanted and apologized for the statement but... I mean, doesn't that always happen when true feelings slip out and the "big bitchin'" politically incorrect cry rings out from the critics?
To be honest, I don't care what people say or think. Doesn't matter. Opinions are like assholes. Everybody has one and they all stink! Really, it only matters what I think, to me. Don't get me wrong... I used to care about what other people thought. I used to seek my (so called) friends advice until I realized that they meant me no good. I found out that there is two ways to help someone. You either give someone the help they need or you give them what you think they should have. I always got the latter. Fuck that and fuck them! Right or wrong, I only listen to myself now. If what I say to myself is wrong, then I only have myself to blame, which is not all that different from listening to others. I would only have myself to blame in that circumstance also.
So, if I EVER ask any of you for advice, don't give me any if you really care about me. Ten times out of ten, I'm just fuckin' with you and patronizing you anyway so don't fall for that shit!
To be honest, I don't care what people say or think. Doesn't matter. Opinions are like assholes. Everybody has one and they all stink! Really, it only matters what I think, to me. Don't get me wrong... I used to care about what other people thought. I used to seek my (so called) friends advice until I realized that they meant me no good. I found out that there is two ways to help someone. You either give someone the help they need or you give them what you think they should have. I always got the latter. Fuck that and fuck them! Right or wrong, I only listen to myself now. If what I say to myself is wrong, then I only have myself to blame, which is not all that different from listening to others. I would only have myself to blame in that circumstance also.
So, if I EVER ask any of you for advice, don't give me any if you really care about me. Ten times out of ten, I'm just fuckin' with you and patronizing you anyway so don't fall for that shit!
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