I hate the BT in LGBT

The BLT is a great sandwich. Am I right? Oops wrong post….

We are not born with biases but we develop them early in life. We use ourselves as the control of every experiment we undertake. Bias #1 is that we are normal and everything we are not automatically is abnormal. If I’m raised in a house where parents scream at each other to communicate (that becomes normal), when I go to my friend’s house for a sleep-over I expect his parents to be screamers. When I realize they aren’t screamers, (that becomes abnormal).

Growing up I felt gay people were abnormal. I still do, to a degree, but that will be for another blog. I was taught by others that it was sinful. I’ve evolved on that one. I do think gay people are born gay, and aren’t given the choice of being gay or straight. If you look at it that way it broadens your perspective.

So, if you’re keeping score, the LG part of LGBT makes sense to me. I can accept it. It’s these BT (MFer’s) that are pissing in everyone's kool-aid. For the life of me, I don’t know why LG’s would allow BT’s to hitch their wagon under the rainbow flag.

Bisexuality doesn’t make sense to me unless it's girl on girl.... then that’s HOT! These bisexuals just seem greedy to me. They want it all. Being able to date 50 percent of the population isn’t enough for them. They have to F*CK everybody! It’s the equivalent of desiring a car that runs on both diesel and unleaded fuel, just so you have the opportunity to fill up at any gas station of your choosing. That’s selfish.

You ever met one of these a-holes that desires to be rich and famous…..like just being rich or just being famous won’t be enough for them. They have to be both. JUST PICK ONE!

And as for these transgender people, they are the absolute worst. Their refuge is “I’m trapped”. I feel like a man trapped inside a womans body or vice versa. So if that’s the case JUST BE GAY! LG takes care of that for you. Problem solved. This is analogous to someone that owns a dog, but realizes he/she is really a cat person so they change/disfigure a dog to make it more like a cat. JUST BUY A CAT, OR JUST BUY A DOG THAT ALREADY LOOKS LIKE A CAT.

I can’t be on board with anyone that ruins a perfectly good penis by splitting it down the middle and stuffing it inside. As a card carrying penis owner I find that disgusting. Anyone that does this should be exectuted.

One could effectively argue that BT’s severely damages the cause of LG’s because they increase the weight of  the CHOICE variable in the equal rights equation. If simply choosing to be something makes you that something, then what is stopping a white person from simply choosing to be black in order to satisfy an affirmative action quota? It’s a very slippery slope.

I hate the term Minority

I’m black. I’ve never embraced being called a minority. Even as a lad I instinctively avoided the term. I’m guessing subconsciously I knew it was stupid.

Minority is basically a math term. It denotes the smaller part of a number, but I can’t help but think that “minority” in terms of race, connotes something ominous. It promotes division, and is code for a modern day caste system in America.

The term minority took rise in the 50’s and 60’s during the civil rights movement. It is the term of choice for all of the civil rights legislation of JFK, and LBJ, especially affirmative action law.

IGNORANT

I call the term stupid because things like minority and majority are fluid. Say a person owns 49% of a business. He is considered a minority owner. However if on the next day he buys and additional 2% of the business he becomes the majority owner.

NAIVE

I’m sure the activists and legislators of the time were well meaning, and thought the term prudent. At best its short sided. Maybe in the moment they could never see minorities as equal in number to white Americans. The country was less than 200 years old at the time, but someone should have had the forethought to ask the question, what will the country look like in 100 or 200 years? In math terms, 2043 is the year that the minority becomes the majority. That is less than 100 years from the civil rights movement.

DIABOLICAL

The dark side of me thinks that some knew exactly what they were doing when they popularized the term “minority.” To them, no matter what the demographic landscape looked like minorities would always be the lesser part of the whole. These diabolical men will not go quietly into the night. They will not share the driver seat, they will not relinquish the stranglehold they have on the stern of the vessel we happily call America.

Currently in Hawaii, New Mexico, California, and Texas the majority of the population is non-white, but non -whites are not called the majority. More importantly whites are not called minorities. These states are categorized as “minority/majority” states. Interesting right???

The other day I’m watching the White House Correspondent Dinner. This is an event where the President and the Press come together and make light of their sometimes contentious relationship. The President starting remarking about republican’s recent desire to reach out to the minority community to which he quipped; “I have a suggestion, I’m a minority, why don’t you start with me?”

Something about that joke didn’t sit right with me. Full disclosure I’m a registered republican. I’m not the biggest fan of President Obama. However, when he was elected in 2008 my flesh rejoiced in seeing a man of my race rise to the office of the president. In my mind a president can’t be a minority of ANYTHING. A president, to me, is in the MAJORITY, no matter race, creed, gender, or preference.

I’m hoping that this term dies as we get closer to 2043, but if history is an indicator some clever group will come up with a term to keep us divided instead of allowing us to UNITE.

I hate the reasons why people hate Ray Lewis

Full disclosure, I’m a Ray Lewis fan. I think he’s been the best and most influential football players over the last 15 years. In a league designed to showcase offense, he has been the standard bearer of defensive. He’s a throwback to old-school football. He is arguably the best LEADER in NFL history.

Let me be clear. I don’t have a problem with hate. I don’t have a problem hating NFL players, especially rivals that have hurt your heart by killing your favorite team year after year. Listen, as a Cowboys fan, I hate Eli Manning. If Eli Manning was the last piece of toilet paper in the world, I wouldn’t wipe my ass with him. THAT’S HATE!

I have SPORTS hate for Eli Manning, not PERSONAL hate. Many have personal hate for Ray Lewis.

I live in Atlanta now, and the people down here have personal hate for Lewis. Lewis was involved in a murder here in 2000. People actually believe he murdered someone and never was punished for it. This is what perplexes me about this, people actually think that Ray Lewis came to the Superbowl in Atlanta planning to murder someone at a night club in Buckhead. How preposterous is that?

Listen, I wasn't in the club that night, but I can tell you this much; the guy that got killed was looking for trouble. Average Joe's hate that pro athlete make so much money playing a sport for a living. Average Joe's  hate going to the club and seeing a pro athlete and his entourage flaunting their money and status.

The guy that got himself killed probably didn’t want to take a back seat to the pro athlete and he bowed-up. He didn’t know how to move on, and something very bad happened to him. This was basically a "body guards taking out a threat" or "suicide by cop" nothing more. Sure Ray Lewis destroyed evidence, and obstructed justice, but he didn’t commit murder. Also little known fact, the guys that did the murder were acquitted under reason of self defense.

Don’t hate Lewis for this.

Many in Atlanta point to this incident as the reason “last call” in Buckhead was moved from 4am to 2am. This is stupid logic because Ray Lewis didn’t change the law, he had no jurisdiction over the law. What happened was some overzealous politician over-reached looking to make a name for himself, using this incident as a way to advance his career.

Don’t hate Lewis for this.

Now to the complex hate. People hate Lewis because they think he’s overly religious. He’s too demonstrative with his belief. I admit Lewis can be a bit much to handle, but allow me to shed some light on this one for you. Lewis was damaged as a kid, like many other young black men are. He was abandoned by his dad and he grew up in terrible poverty. These roots often are attached to dysfunctional trees.

On that night in Atlanta, Lewis was traveling the wrong road. That murder presented a fork in that the road, and because he desired to do better, be better, project better; he chose the good path. However for this to  stick he needed a companion to ride with him. He needed to make these changes quickly because a franchise depended on it. He only had two choices to ride shotgun, they were religion or psychology. Psychology to gladiators looks weak.  So he chose religion like many young black men do. He saturated himself with religion. One year later, he led his team to the Lombardi. To him this validated his decision, causing him to go even deeper into his faith. He loved the faith, and he was a great leader so he transformed himself into a religious leader.

Please don't hate Ray Lewis for this.

Religion worked for him, so he chose to spread the faith to teammates. Every leader has a style. Lewis’ style was messiah. He led as a person who reached the “promised land” and wanted others to see and touch it for themselves.

Since 2000 you have not heard of Lewis having any legal incidents. His team, the Ravens, hasn’t been in the police blotters. No small feat because the Ravens play in Baltimore, and anyone that has been there or seen “The Wire” knows the landscape of Baltimore.

I ‘m begging all Lewis haters to sit down and watch the NFL Networks “A Football Life” then you will see the Lewis Impact.

Ray Lewis is great because of the impact he has on men. He told his team that 2013 was his “last ride,” and each person, to a man, played to their full potential. The Ravens were limping into the playoff and then they went on a “miraculous” run in the playoff. The only thing that changed was that their messiah was calling it quits.

In 2000 Ray Lewis won a championship for his team. In 2013 his team loved him enough that they won a championship for him. The Ravens won the first one on Lewis’ fuel, and the second they won on his fumes. This is what made Lewis great. He is equal parts physical and spiritual.

Ray Lewis is the greatest leader in NFL HISTORY.

I hate that Vatican City won’t be real with itself

Let me be clear I don’t have a problem with religion in general or Catholic ideology specifically.

Having said that.....

Vatican leadership will be meeting this week to choose a new standard bearer. The previous leader resigned because he didn’t have the physical strength to meet the rigors of the job. Some point to the many pedophilia scandals and more recently a male prostitution scandal in Vatican City as the reason.

I may be in the minority, but I really don’t see the group that headquarters at Vatican City as a religious group. I see them more as a socio-political group. A group that wields great power and influence in many countries. Their influence penetrates, democratic, socialist, and communist governments. The group’s global reach is un-paralleled. This group has the potential to do great and even greater good.

Unfortunately I can’t take the group seriously until they come to grips with their most obvious flaw. The group has no self awareness.

The group doesn’t acknowledge that people are BORN gay. It’s true. I know this because I was BORN straight. I was born being attracted to women. No one had to tell or coach me to like women. It came naturally; just like I arrived at being right handed naturally.

Sidebar.... My brother and I had a god brother that had "gay mannerisms" when he was 2 years old.  We lost touch with his family soon after.  17 years later we were invited to Thanksgiving Dinner and were told he would be there.  On our way over, we were talking about all the people we were looking forward to seeing, and then we both mentioned him, and thought aloud... "I bet you he's gay."....  "Not that there is anything wrong with it."  We just knew it though.  Lo and behold when we got to dinner he and his boyfriend were sitting next to each other holding hands being thankful for one another.

PEOPLE ARE BORN GAY!

Very few people choose gay. How many people do you think would have the strength and self loathing to choose to be gay knowing that they have to deal with the world's ridicule?

The group also doesn’t acknowledge that "gay BORN" people seek priesthood in their group because they are ashamed, and are desperate to become asexual. So they can avoid dealing with what they really are. Then they subsequently yield to their sexuality knowing that the group’s hierarchy will cover-up their “transgressions.”

And most importantly!

The group doesn’t acknowledge that people born with a penis have an intense desire to put said penis into other people’s holes.

So here’s hoping during the group's vote this week that they take a really good look in the mirror. And if they really want to do good, put a young reformer in leadership that will have the intestinal fortitude to fix what been left broken for so many years. THE MIRROR.

I hate exit questions at the cash register

Does this sound familiar? You need to restock your home, so you head over to the local Superstore to pick up a basket of items. You get there, and then stroll the aisles for your favorite products. You grab everything you need, and then you start chucking some things in that you really don’t need. You’re satisfied with your decisions and you head for the counter to check –out. You remove the items in your basket transferring them to the conveyor belt. The check-out person scans your items, your total appears on the LCD display, and then the check-out person asks you a question that’s some variation of this.

“Would you like to give a $1 to help fight Muscular Dystrophy?”

Really!

Let me tell you what I hear when that question is posed to me. “Hi asshole. I see you just spent $5 on Butterscotch Krempets, $10 on skin products (anti ASHY cream), and another $10 on pucks that you put in your toilet so that the water will be blue when you flush it. I should be asking you for $25 at this point, but because I know you’ll never give me that, would you please… pretty please, give me 1/25th of that to help fight this totally curable disease, that will probably never get cured because of assholes like you. “

Now... 

I always say NO, because instinctively it feels like a shakedown. These companies incent their employees based on how many $1’s they can collect during their respective shifts. I feel justified because I donate money annually to, The March of Dimes, The American Heart Association, St. Jude, and Sarcoidosis Research. I give time to The Atlanta Women and Children Shelter, Hagar House, and the Center for Family Resources.

So I’m covered right?

Problem is… I still feel a little uneasy because it’s only a $1. A $1 is like giving nothing. I refuse to give it only on principle nothing more.

Charitable people hate being asked for things.  It's funny because I could have just given my left testicle to cancer research 5 minutes before I entered Wal-mart and still would feel a little weird about not giving the $1 when being asked for it.

In the future I think I’m going to start saying NO, and then asking the clerk if he/she would like to give $1 to some fictitious charity group that I make up; like the “FreeBall Society.”

I hate that “Homeland” sucks now

Mature people will understand this. Remember the first time you had really great sex. It occurred when you obtained a significant amount of experience, causing your confidence to soar, eventually landing on a higher plateau. Everything started to slow down for you. Instincts, intuition, inhibitions were all heightened and set the stage for you to perform at your very best.

Without this maturity you don’t get the great performance. The maturity allows you to take your time, linger, concentrate, probe, pay attention; all vital in building to the satisfying denouement. Mature lovers understand that the journey colors and illuminates the view of the destination. Without the confidence during foreplay, without the smoothness when taking those curves, without the breathlessness of the slow- wind , sex can be empty, cold, and unsatisfying. All the pleasure spots can be touched on but you can be left yearning for more. Season 1 of Homeland understood this; Season 2 not so much.

Season 2 took us back to the days when we were just excited to have a girl like us. We were so giddy to be alone, with the lights out that we fumbled through everything. Season 2 of Homeland was awkward, rushed, incoherent, forced, un-planned, and ultimately not satisfying. Season 2 had no resemblance to Season 1. It was like aliens who never saw Season 1 were brought in to run the show.

Homeland was the best drama since The Sopranos, and The Wire. Season 2 did start off in fine Season 1 fashion but then it got greedy, went too far and became unrecognizable. The beautiful love making that I looked forward to every Sunday night, became the quickie that people have just so they can say they had sex, in a veiled attempt to prove something to themselves, and the omnipresent appointment calendar that they live by.

What I realized in hindsight is that the show runners got nervous and shot their wad too early. Then they panicked and ruined the best thing they had going for them. THE SLOW-WIND.

Season 2 basically had 4 seasons forced into 13 episodes. It went from tantric sex to full blown orgy, and never asked why?

Season 2 could have been the story of Carrie getting her job back at the CIA, followed by her trip to the Middle East, with the cliff-hanger being Carrie confronting Brody in the hotel.

Season 3 could have been the story of the CIA turning Brody; making him a triple agent, with the cliffhanger being Roya, and Brody in the Helicopter going to see Abu Nazir.

Season 4 could have been the story of Nazir breaking Brody again, with the cliffhanger of Quinn holding a gun on Brody in the Limo.

Season 5 could have been the Hunt for Nazir with the cliffhanger being the bombing of the CIA headquarters.

I still don't understand what the rush was.  It's Showtime, we didn't mind waiting.  It felt like a person eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner in one sitting to fulfill a 3 meal a day requirement, without understanding the ramification of such a foolish act.  You eat 3 meals.  You enjoy none, and your tummy is really starting to hurt.

The worst thing about all of this is that Homeland increased in popularity in Season 2, and this microwave generation, with very little attention span, loved Season 2. Many think Season 2 was superior to Season 1 which is pure poppycock. Here’s hoping Homeland goes back to its roots in Season 3; a psychological thriller that both thrills and makes us think.

I hate that I haven't written a blog post in 10 months!!!

Last fall I started an education journey that will have me "committed" for the next four years. As I was counting up the sacrifices this journey would require, one of the items I laid at the alter was my BLOG. At that time I felt like I had to streamline everything. Trim the fat.

I was trying to "make" time by cutting friends, activities, commutes, content. I love books, and chose not to read one for pleasure. I love women, and chose not to go on more than four dates since May. I love TV, and resolved myself to only record seven shows on Tivo. I was/am serious about this thing. So it seemed an afterthought to break up with my BLOG. My BLOG is fun, and selfish, I surely could part ways with it right?

If I'm giving up wine, women, and song; why not writing? Well, I really didn't know how much my BLOG meant to me, and how theraputic it was to vanquish some of these thoughts from the logical mind. Don't get me wrong, I was still keeping notes of all the things I hated. I'd jot down "hate doodles" from time to time, but it wasn't the same. I now realize I need the outlet. I've missed it. I haven't been the same without it. And of course the hate; the hate has been building up like dirty grease on the grill at your local Waffle House.

So today I start my spring break....which sounds weird because I'm 40 years old now. Bygones... I have 5 days of vacation. Pure unadulterated vacation, and I'm going to use this time to write. So in conjunction with buns, mai tai's, Cohiba's, golf, beach, poker, the Steve Jobs biography, "The Matrix", and "Real Husbands of Hollywood" (DONT ASK),  I'm gonna bang out 4 or 5 HATE Posts this week because Poppa needs his fix.

"IT BE CALLING ME" !!!!!