Tuesday, April 9, 2013

The Book of Life (Chapter 1)

Hello America,

I am preparing for the oral defense of my thesis, so forgive my absence, I will be through sometime next week, so time has been spare.

It's funny the more things change, the more things change at times.  When I was raised in this country, the women's championship was decided before the men's.....  but I believe things have changed.

But as much as things changed because we all new folks going through lessons that have survived eons of time...

the more things say the same.

I want to address this new book I'm starting called the book of life because this country is going to have to determine what kind of life do we want for ourselves for our children and future and just what we are going to do to get it.  Because it ain't free nor easy.

So I want Kobe, and Dewayne Wade since he got time on his hand... along with

Marco Rubio, and Joshua Holt Hamilton and lastly Hillary Diane Clinton to step on down to the stage today.......

I write in the format as this were a classroom......

One quick story, on a recent episode of Chicago Fire, a show which I really enjoy on NBC.

An older fireman died and no one was there, and there was no salute for him and one of the firefighters was agitated, it led him to question who was proud of him, who would be in the room when his hour of finality came.  He went to go see his dad, who didn't have the closest relationship with and was surprised that all over his dad's office.

were stories about him...........

saving lives, doing things.........

There were no words that needed to be said, the father wasn't even there to see the son seeing all of this, for the son to feel a very fundamental and powerful feeling, my Dad is proud of me.

So that firefighter's heart was rested........

Another firefighter in the same house, went and talked to some local drug dealers who were hiding things in the fire hydrant and he explained that this block was "their" block as in cooperation and he needed to stop in case something happens and those hydrants were needed.

One day, a young child who had visited the firehouse earlier on a school trip, who wanted to be a fireman, died in a trash chute after these same firefighters tried so hard to save him.

The mother of the child stopped by the firehouse and didn't say too much, but put a picture of the young man on the bulletin board......

Suddenly, the initial firefighter who was mentioned, felt God's words on his heart.....

And he arranged a full salute, Chicago Fire Department style for that young man, while his family rode in that hertz, while the local drug dealers on the block poured a little liquor......

they all watched those firemen and women salute that young soldier in a battle he didn't even realize that he was in.............

That moment, that tragedy, that lack of respect at that older fireman's funeral, all led to a moment that solidified a block, a community.........

One other quick story and then I'm done.  I went to a spoken word even and I heard the poem Danger from Amir Suldiamann , A Def Poetry poet whose very poem that I heard sent Homeland Security to his door shortly after 9/11.

I listened as he talked about jihad, he talked about burying men of every religion, but particularly of one color, and I could see the spirits of those he spoke of around him.......  I heard his passion when he defended the right of those who have not, of those who want more and what they are going to do to get it.......

I listened without bias.....  and there was a time where I could not hear past talking points that had every black conservative on Sean Hannity's show last night, but myself ;)

and then in that moment, while he was talking about acts that brought harm to my nation, the land he was standing on, acts that brought death to young men of colors that he got to know and didn't know.....

Did I finally understand the naivete and futility of what Barack Obama is trying to do

did I finally understand what he is trying to achieve........

You know Kobe and Josh, one can blame you all for coaches getting fired, not winning championships, Dwayne, taking credit for a ring that belongs to an official, but at the end of the day........

Marco and Hillary and no Hillary you ain't Margaret Thatcher ....... baby she ran England this America, and you got Benghazi on your hands......


one can say you ducked your job and the tea party that hired you Marco because they didn't sign up for amnesty for illegals nor for you to spend all of your first 6 senatorial years, campaigning just like Barack....

one can say Hillary you deferred your chance to lead this nation because of race, and because the man who pays Obama's bills in George Soros pays your bills and that you left those people in Benghazi's soul hanging because you can't sell out your master's other slave.

just like one can say Barack's failure to realize that what he wants is a child's dream and an old man's delusion.......

caused all of this and that.........

but it ain't true.........

for these are just moments,

and these moments fill in the book of life.

Same games tonight, on a court, in a mosque, on Capitol Hill will dictate some moments tomorrow that none of us can turn back or deny.......

The devil came and asked me "How can you sit next to a man who doesn't worship God, who thinks you and your ways are impure? whose God in Allah tells him that you must be converted or killed to remove the American greed that is imprinted in your very DNA?"

And I don't answer..........for awhile, but simply state finally "Because the God I serve made him, them and all in between, it is of no consequence to me what another man nor woman serves...  I am not trying to be a minister or a Pastor, I am trying to be President of a country that understands the blood that is already on my hands...... is needed to grip these politicians necks a little tighter because not only is their end near, I need to be able to hold them in place so they can see who is doing it.  I don't want their view obstructed"

Lucifer looks at God incredulously and asks "What kind of worker is this you have?  Although she doesn't mean killing anymore than Amir Suliamann meant jihad in his poem.. it is still there, and there is an element of truth in those words"

God looks and simply says "Because the blood on her hands is from the sword I gave her, the strength I sent to her from the faith she had in me......... God's work ain't pretty nor unrealistic, and this is my nation"

My point is today....... We are nothing but moments.  And some of us more than others need to know and remember that.

Hillary you are a moment to remind the nation that when Master Soros says bow, you do.......

For the millions willing to vote you in to lead us, didn't matter.........

Marco you are a moment to realize that racist policies can come from those who are brown, and yellow and etc, and that those of color can be just as ambitious and ruthless as any other......

So President Obama, Rubio, Boehner, Waters, Clinton as we cleaning the entire house, not just one aisle the next time you on 51st, or see me on it, be sure to point out to your neighbors Jesse and Minister Farrakhan who I am...

And tell them unlike Amir Suliamann,

I ain't him.

I ain't dangerous because I am danger, because he is.

I ain't angry because I am anger, they are.......

I am justice because I am the original firefighter in the story and the deceased young man's family, and the drug dealers and community are all voters.......

And they know, despite whether it was polite, or PC, who stood tall for them...

I ain't merciful because I am mercy, and mercy ain't pretty nor free.

Who will win the NBA championship........ starts with games like these tonight for that team already innately understands that.

Get a lawyer Obama and Hillary, for charges are coming.

Rubio keep your day job......

It's blood that has USA DNA in it on my hands, and I ain't ashamed to do this country's business however it needs to be done from North Korea to Iran to our borders at home.

Tell Rand, it's cute going to Howard.........

but I'm campaigning on Halstead

until God tells me to write again.

Aint' no song needed for this. 

be sure to tell them that unlike the poe
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