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So,

I was visiting a blog I found while seeking and found more words about the CBS, radio personality, nappy haired ho fiasco.

The blogger was saying something to the effect of "Who would have known this man would have actually been fired. Usually, someone in the public eye would get a slap on the wrist along with some community hours or some cultural sensitivity training."

I commented saying something to the effect of

"I don't think what happened to that radio announcer has anything to do with public outcry. This is the media we're talking about, remember? Their motives are often obscure and convoluted, yet always related to money and power...."

I've been encountering a lot of liberal lefty racism and religious fundamentalism disguised as political analysis online over the time I've spent blogging among a majority amerikkkan bloggers who claim to detest their government's foreign policy as related to the middle east. People spend a lot of time discussing and debating how best to oust the village idiot from his high paying job. They debate which upper class smiling figurehead should replace him. Should the figurehead of choice be an affluent light skinned heterosexual black man? Or should they go with an affluent and stoic heterosexual white woman who has seen the inside of the big house before and liked it so much she wanted to return but this time openly at the helm?

So, I had a conversation with Stinkapee. She wanted to know why the British had enslaved Black Africans, our ancestors and dragged them over here to work. I gave her a simple answer. I told her that they probably had Dursleys for parents.

I was talking to my counsellor when I realized that I was more accurate than I realized. The "parents" of the British, the influential people that Western historians would probably say came before the British were the Romans who invaded that tiny island way back when it was just a collection of warring tribes.

Does this sound familiar?

This is really raw and messy...
A set of cascading realizations
In tha gut...
roiling, gurgling.
Do you listen to your stomach?
I do.
This is difficult...
hee, hee, hee...
exciting, a new set of realizations and interrelationships to process and explore and gnash my teeth about.

I've got to document an email exchange I had with a Native woman who lives here in Toronto. She had been trying to make contact with me about talking, processing emotions using a radical anti-oppression framework.

Life, as indicated from the various postings here on this blog, has been chaotic, crazed, unintelligible, horrific too much of the time for me to be able to see or think clearly enough to support someone else's self-uncovering.

Octavia Butler is gone...

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Happy belated Valentines Day. This is my contribution to the whole romantic love discussion. Hope you enjoy it. ;)

I wrote this piece this afternoon while my daughter was at the library attending a reading group and taking her afternoon nap. I edited this while she slept and later, after she woke up, with her snoozing in my lap.

 

So, BEWARE THE TYPOS most of which I've edited in the original work at One Tenacious Baby Mama.