Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Who do you serve?


You know certain things dont hit home until their banged in your head like trillion times. Things, they dont move you when they dont pertain to you or fit your lifestyle interest. We forget alot that things that mean nothing to us, in most cases, tie back in to us at some point or joint in our lives.

Me, I am a ungrateful American citizen to the eyes of some. I go about my life with prime interest of my family friends and I. This is the case for most of us. We whine and complain through our nine to five that provides us with (in many cases) nice to sufficient abodes, running water- fresh running water, electricity where the world to us through technology is now starting to become endless, and overall safe, while in the that residence. We spend countless dollars, (the poor surprisingly spends more of what they dont have than the rich- just a note) on wants, not necessities. We come out of a culture crafted to where we dont eat beans on rice alone.. I, personally bask in the simple luxuries that we have day to day, which to some foreigners are envious even to the meek of our riches.

These simple to extravagant means, the Xbox360's and iPhones to laptops in so many homes to the 5, 10, 50 million dollar homes and estates that people reside on... They have a price. The fact that when we look up in the sky 99.8 percent of the time, we dont have to worry about terror reigning down on us.. This has a price. For some this is an everyday dilemma. I can sadly say, the avid traveler I am, that I am reluctant to travel to many places out side my country..Simply because I just dont know, and it doesn't feel comfortable. There is a price paid for my comfortability where I stand writing this very piece.

There are people who volunteer to protect us. Yes they get paid. But they step up to serve our country. To uphold our status and honor( being real- keeping our status, and making sure the other guy is scared to fuck with us). They battle and take banana size bullet in their asses for us not no wanna be gangsta, bought a 45 and dont know how to shoot shit. Bombs, missiles, gasses alike in worlds of terror- not terrorist but in battle, War. That is terror, war. They come back changed, mentally, physically. Parts missing off thier bodies, some from their minds.. ALL TO SACRIFICE FOR US. Like I said there is a price.

I am not worthy of there efforts. Only in dire need do I think I will offer up my service. Not cuzz of the man, not cuzz this is so-and-so's country, not cuzz this is their war or that one's war, that is not ours.. More likely from my own cowardice or the feeling that I have something better to do than share some of my years to protect my rightful home. Im not admitting to being a coward but just being real. Somebody whos crossed this reading momma done told them at a time, they "aint goin to damn army", that "I aint losing my baby for no GI grant"... Imminent danger is always among us. We are the most envied. America, we are. Nothing really else to say about it. So there will always(as long as there isn't a draft- and we know we dont want that) be a need for service.Because there is a price. Yet we dont knock the ones that opt not to serve. In some countries it is a birthright or (in stricter circumstances) a mandate on right to live. Is it the same thing, sounds the same, but i'd beg to differ, a little. In any case The ones that do. Well.. Some... Can not serve, better yet serve comfortably, in their own skin as they are. You saw Glory... If you didnt you should. Get back to me. But willing men and women- proud men and women- American men and women, of OUR country cannot serve. GAY.

Stand me up with some geeks who got heart who will fight, than some undercover gangsters that will act tough till the first punch thrown. Stand me up with men and women who've faltered in life and now live righteous than some noble acting thieves and unhonorable men. Give me a gay man or woman who will be brave and honor my country the way we so badly need it now. Give me a homosexual, as if I was right in Civil War days a Black Man, filled with honor in his heart and freedom in his eyes. How can a man or woman with pride for there country, not worthy of the price. We do not select the type of money that comes in our types of businesses any longer.. What makes the value of sacrifice, and service and pride in something we all share a different value for someone who's personal views are different from our own...

Shouts to the folk who might have been asked and couldn't tell.
Your still a hero if your position got revealed in my book...
Shouts To Lt. Dan -Q.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Remember your Heroes...

Sometimes we have to remember who inspired you to just, well be. Whether direct or indirect. I've come to realize that it gives us focus.Puts back in focus. Especially in terms of being creative and intuitive.People we idolize are be heroes too, your role models.. Alot of times we lean on ourselves and our own understanding and vision. And we forget that it's events and people who move us into a place.A place where we can say 'now we have a destination', 'now we have a purpose'. I think that we dont give a lot of our everyday heroes enough recognition as well.. Not necessarily to them directly, but admitting who they are/were to ourselves. Those types acknowledgements help push us forward in our own endeavors when we get stuck in pushing forward to our goals. Im at a place in life where I am refocusing me as a whole. Not one facet of my life, but me as a whole. My mother, about two or so teachers I can think of, and a handful of family and friends,strangers, public and political figures all help mold that who is me who types these words. And for them, I am forever grateful.. -Q.


Two of significance to me in a rare but compelling (and very special) photograph..

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Fuck Lebron. Had to Make It Official

The Romper Room

Well. Fuck em with love, no homo.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

The End of Days...

(from the gap 8/12/08)
Ive been thinking..
Always thinking...
Forever thinking....
The future is upon us...
And the end of days to make sensible decisions about the leadership of our country is briskly coming to past.

As it was written.
On the Eleventh day of November Two Thousand and Eight...
Our lives will change forever.

This is not Armageddon...
But one can be alive and their life itself,
could be engulfed in dread and fire..

Some people call it Poverty, or the working poor.
Some call it Depression...
Some people call it abuse...

So as it must come, this day where we can ponder no more.
Many have already decided a course..
What is the blueprint behind your course of action...
What is the picture that your decision really paints...
Who will you follow?

The End of Days is very near. Everybody plays a part...
Everybody will be touched.
I thought of a question in my head..
Do you remember the last Olympics?
For it was Four years ago.
Now, do you remember the one before that?

Like that a saving grace can become destitute.
A vision for prosperity can fall along unfit hands..
A Dream can be deterred.

They say the End of Days is a beginning, as well, an end.
A cleansing, a purge.. Then a rebirth.
A new sun.
A new purpose.
A new world..

Sadly none know of what world we shall find ourselves in.
No matter how deep-rooted in ritual and practice..
No matter how much knowledge or wealth we've acquired...
No matter how much belief we carry in our hearts.

(I never finished the thought. I think thats why I had never post this. Obviously looking it over, it was politically driven. Prior to the election; pre-Obama days lol. Funny, yet its not- we are in the time of Obama.I wonder if people(myself included) still have that drive of politics as when the race was upon us. People took cause in doing what they thought was right (and critical) for the nation around the time (election season).We're only several months out, we've seen imminent change in vision and policy, steps being taken -whether or not effective is yet to be seen, nonetheless with good measure. Thought out and bold moves that we haven't seen from the executive branch- in my lifetime at least. For Blacks(around the world)we've taken part of the most significant power role a man can have in this world beheld by one of us.. These factors, monumental if you told someone in another time, another world;as if read in a history book (which it sure will be). They dont (to me at least) command the grip of attention, admiration and support that it should(would) from the people unto which it once supported. Right or wrong, thats a personal opinion one must ponder. But it sure is something to think about.) walk good -Q.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

It Could Be Worse...

I mean, really. It could be..
Like this guy for example...



Yep, it could be this.
(Yea I miss you too)
But I'm getting it together...

(I'll be back -like all the time)
Nothin like the taste of gnats, fly's and/or 'squitas in the hot ass country.
Most importantly fam, I still got love for yall
Like syrup for my biscuits. Ooh bebe (yumm)



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Uhhh yea. Okay for yall who dont know by now; now ya know, so ya gotta gotta go. If ya slow you blow.. And then im gone. lol I have another blog up. Its a more in touch approach. More into me than us feel me. I dont want to say personal because I dont want to disappoint, because i am truly a private person. But i do like to chatterbox about things that are more 'at home' to me there. It might be for you might not. But its the Romper Room ya dig. Sexxy's and gents be sure to make a visit.
http://trootsrootsromperroom.blogspot.com/

The cobbler's still warm, and we keep the bar open like the corner store so you know wassap... If you'd like me to address some topics please drop me a line on this post. I dont get around to checking that Google search library I call an email account. Id love to chop it up wit my pee-pole about whats going on in the world and at home in the communities.



Okay and as I close this eveningnoon, Id like yall to say a couple words for this brotha, I think he's lost his head. Thank you.

MY GODSON fam, lookin like Baby Shaq fareeeeeel!! damn (smh)

God is love, and I love all yall,
walk good -Q.

Friday, May 16, 2008

WTF 2.0

WTF is up with black republicans?
WTF is up with brothas (white and black) still on the down low?
WTF is up with the price of urban-trend clothes?
WTf is up with these lame XBOX360 games?
WTF is up with writers block?
WTF is up with little girls hitting puberty so young?
WTF-where is the next black sitcom?
WTF is up with ignorant young black women? (I thought that on the way out)
WTF is up with the Maury Povich Show still doing on TV?
WTF happend to real R&B singers? (like Faith and MJB)
WTF is a Two Pistols? (I'm getting old)
WTF is up with the price of Gas?
WTF is up with the horrible quality of good weed? (da regz)
WTF is up with me- why I still dont have a damn iPod or mp3 player?
WTF happened to white chicks with ass (man that was quick!)
WTF is up with the New York Rap scene?
WTF happened to privately-owned communities? (damn sub-divisions)
-we're losing our youth to the lack of strength in these fair-weather neighborhoods-
WTF is up with Bush? peace (chuckin tha deuce)
WTF is up with people still not getting with Al Gore on this enviornment tip?
WTF is up with ni*#as still not knowing how to play the game with the cops?
WTF is up with kids not liking kids toys?
WTF is up with downlink? (them folks doing too much!)
WTF is up with me? I think I'm starting to become a tittie baby..
-I'm a traditionalist ass and thighs man... damn
WTF is up with people getting mad for having to do there job? uh, boo.
WTF is up with big time mergers?
WTF is up with layoffs?
WTF is up with the price of Apple computers? (I just need a slice)
WTF is up with punk little fucks mean muggin? *sigh*
WTF is up with not being able to find good chinese food outside of NYC Philly and Frisco?

[soapbox momnent: ahem.. clearing throat-"Fuck Panda Express".. thank you]
WTF is up with Jay-Z/MJB charging $600 for tix to they show?
WTF is up Kanye/Lupe? (Sorry I missed the show)
WTF is up New York?
WTF is up ATX?
WTF is up Miz? (still holdin on to those beautiful words)
WTF is up !!!

What The Fuck... Respect -Q.

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

What The Fuck Makes You So Special?

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(laughing to get it out the way..)

WTFMYSS?! (Add that to your text list!)

We all know that we're special.. For we were made in His image right? Right. God has blessed us with our wonderful uniqueness that has immeasurable value
BUT what makes us get so beside ourselves at times as individuals in such a BIG world? That we bogart life itself?
Hol up..(I really gotta laugh again..)

Now everyone does it once and then again! Thats just being real. No one is perfect. Think about it. When you do, I mean really do, you realize it takes effort to care.Not caring about others is oh so easy, people sometimes forget that- Selfishness, Self Centeredness, Conceitedness, Narcissisticness and all that "ish" is easy. All of us fall under those shadows once in a while. Some are trapped willingly (and mysteriously tripping themselves up- hmmm..)or trying to run from its casts and cant.

This isnt a drama-charged, "messy", blog if you will; but I will drop dimes at times - this just isnt one of them times.

With that said, all of us can name about at least 5 people without having to think that fall under this WTFMYSS-ish-ness.Somebody just thought of ten before I finished the follow up sentence.. (Oh excuse me,the comment box has no rules, its just the BLOG itself that isnt drama charged..)And if you like me its like a chain link or something cause MF's like that I usually can tag some of they freinds or even more funny, there family members to the person. But anyway,we're about growth at ThreadingRoots.
I have a task just for you. No you. Since we can think of 5 people so easily,name 5 selfish things that you do. Be real with yourself. Small or Big. Im extremely giving and I shocked the shit out myself!

Which brings the topic full circle - Why do you (we) do it? Does it make us feel us alone feel better in spite+ of someone else? Do we think about our spouses, friends, family, our children.
Do we do these things extensively, or with plan of no end? Do you , when we all decide at times endulge in ourselves or our ego, think and utilize conscious and rational?

Ask yourself WTFMYSS and who's thinking about (or sometimes plotting on) you in the same manner you thought about those 5 people you so easily thought about.
Not judging yall; just somethin to think about.

Dont Fret, Im Back.. Walk Good -Q.