"Did I do Something Wrong?"

We have entered a time when everyone and there mama are fighting for rights. The right to be heard, the right to be seen, the right to be free, the right to use illicit substances, and the right to marry who and what we love. I guess if you have a voice, you qualify to voice your grievance but what if you don’t have the ability to speak or articulate your words? Would it be safe to say unborn children lack the means in which to stand up for their desire and will to be born? Something is fundamentally flawed with a people who strongly protest against animal cruelty but minimize the life a growing human fetus. In 2011, a baby was killed or terminated every 94 seconds! It is also illegal to kill unhatched  bald eagles but perfectly legal to kill unborn humans! In 2013, 327,653 babies were killed by Planned Parenthood. With a resume like that, why don’t they change their name from Planned Parenthood to Planned Murderhood? By the way, their mission statement should read; “Unborn babies are so worthless as to be killed But so valuable as to be sold.” As our most innocent lives are taken legally under the disguise of “Women Rights”, we should be petrified at the question of who’s next. Could it be the elderly, the mentally ill, the poor or the unpopular? It’s time to say, “enough is enough”, Let’s fight for those who can’t fight for themselves

Grow the heck up!

Am I Lying?

The New "Time Out" Drug

I have heard it said that there is no way to describe a mother’s love; well if the actions of one mother who injected heroin into her three children describes that love, it’s called HATE! 24 yr old Ashley Hutt displayed her love for her 6, 4 and 2 yr old children by injecting heroin into them. The oldest child told C.P.S. investigators that the mother would inject them with a white powder mixed with water and called it, “Feel Good Medicine”. At this point nothing should surprise us; I remember when parents were giving their children Benadryl in order to make them chill out but I guess Ashley was out of Benadryl or the children’s tolerance level required something stronger than allergy medication. I wonder what the mother would have tried if the shot of heroin didn’t work.

The bible warns us of a time when people will be without love and affection; when a mother deliberately injects her children with a substance that has destroyed her life, what does that say about our society? You see, Ashley’s hands were created to comfort and nurture her children but the love she had for them demanded that she inject heroin into their innocent veins. God help us please!

2 Timothy 3:3 states; and lack normal affection for their families. They will refuse to make peace with anyone. They will be slanderous, lack self-control, be brutal, and have no love for what is good.

Since I'm Black, I'ma Democrat?

Usually when I do a post, I try to shed light on topics that have been reported but need a different perspective on them. But with this post not so; I’m merely attempting to create some dialogue on the question of when did the Democratic Party inherit the black vote? I’ve spoken to African Americans throughout this presidential race and found that the majority of blacks are democratic. When approached as to why they’re allegiance is to the Democratic Party, I haven’t received an answer that is definitive. It does appear that the Democratic Party places little to no value on campaigning for the black vote, as if our votes are automatic or inherited.  One would think that for a race of people to align themselves with a specific political party faithfully, that race was a huge benefactor of who is put in power but that clearly isn’t the case for African Americans. Most African Americans that I spoke with lacked the insight as to where the K.K.K. or the Jim Crow laws were originated from (Democrats or Dixiecrats). Most blacks will point to Bill Clinton and say he was a pretty decent Democratic president but somehow overlook Bill Clinton’s bill of “Three Strikes’; which has been very detrimental towards blacks who committed crimes.

So if you’re reading this I really need for you to shed some light as to why African Americans are more faithful to the Democratic Party than the Pope is to Jesus Christ. At least the Pope does get a seat of superior notoriety, fame, paid luxurious housing, top notch security, splendid healthcare, and unlimited earning potential.  Is there something that blacks get from being faithful to the Democratic Party?

#Christ Life Matters

These times that we’re living in reminds me of a time in my life when interventions were conducted for me. As an alcoholic, I created havoc and made an ass out of myself every time I drank alcohol. Relatives would try to persuade me that alcohol and I was not a good couple and the remedy was for me to not drink period! Even though I didn’t like the consequences of my drinking, I wasn’t ready to stop. I tried cutting plea bargains with my alcohol use like; I’ll just drink on the weekends and never on a work night. I ran this one for years; I’ll just drink beer and leave the hard liquor alone. Who was I kidding; I was getting the same results in spite of my modified consumption.

If you look at the shape of our world today and conducted an honest assessment of things, you would come to the only logical conclusion; things aren’t getting better, they are getting worse. How bad are things? Well when you have to carry a sign around stating that your life matters, it’s BAD! Well,  If Jesus is the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords, but our society acts as if His life don’t matter, it makes sense that we are now having to protest and fight to prove that #Black lives matter, #White lives matter, #Blue lives matter, #Animals lives matter, because if we refuse to respect the King of Kings, then it’s only a matter of time before all of our little kingdoms, that we attempt to build, will be destroyed by the next man. 

Take a Look at Us

Let’s chat for a few minutes and open up some dialogue on a much needed subject. There has been a huge amount of chatter on the topics of “Black lives matter”, “White lives matter”, Blue lives matter” and so on and so on. As I’ve pondered on the phrase “Black lives matter”, I’m left speechless because if I have to hold up a sign that states my life matters as an African American, something is wrong. In the process of holding up a sign, stating that my life matters, am I trying to convince myself that my existence counts? Am I trying to convince others that my life matters?  Could it be possible that by holding up a sign stating that my life matters, gives the world a new revelation of my existence?

What am I getting at? Well to properly express my message, I will need to give an analogy. Let’s say that I have a little sister and everyday people in our neighborhood hear me calling my sister names such as; bitch, ho, slut, hoodrat, and crackhead. But not only do I ridicule her with a verbal onslaught; I’m seen slapping her, kicking her and forcing her to perform sexual acts with various family members. After some time, the same onlookers who saw me treat my sister with total contempt, start to treat her the same way; from calling her derogatory names to gang raping her in the street. Should it come as a surprise that people who aren’t related to my sister are dogging her, raping her and treating her with no respect?

You can chop it up a hundred different ways but that fact is, How we treat each other is a more powerful sign than the one you’re holding in your hands.  

No Gimmicks, you will need this?

Take a close look at the picture above and tell me what you see. On all accounts, you might see a man on a knee, proposing to his potential wife.  As you look at the woman, you can sense a feeling of awe; knowing that this could very well be the “One”. It gives off the concept of a “Real Man” offering an engagement ring to the woman who has captivated his heart.

But after close examination, there is another perspective taking place; you can see the woman in a dark silhouette while the man is nothing more than a shadow. The main person in the picture is a little boy in a dark silhouette, holding out his hand with nothing in it. The woman appears to be attracted to the shadow of the man, who holds out the ring BUT to this woman’s surprise, she’s about to enter into a marriage with the little boy. As the woman fixates her attention, gazing into the eyes of the silhouette of this man, she fails to realize that the little boy has nothing in his hand and he will be the one she walks down the aisle with to exchange wedding vows.

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Forget praying, we need Jesus!

Is there a huge problem in America with race? The answer is yes. Is there a problem in America with individuals in authority abusing their power? The answer is yes. Is there a problem in America with presidential candidates being deceitful? The answer is yes. Is there a problem in our country with honoring authority? The answer is yes. Is there a problem with the growing divide between the rich and poor? The answer is yes. You see, anyone can troubleshoot the ills of a society but it becomes insanity to continue inside of a delusion which supports the  belief that our answers to the issues we face can be solved by the same individuals who have perpetrated these ills or who have falling victim to these ills.

The question I pose to our nation is, “How’s life without God?” We don’t want God in our schools, how’s that going? We don’t want God in our court system; are you seeing justice? Our country resembles a practicing addict who can see that their life is falling apart but continues to use. When police officers are murdering citizens, they are doing what’s right in their own eyes. When a woman chooses to abort a child, she is doing what is right in her own eyes. When civilians ambush police officers, they are doing what’s right in their own eyes. When the government changes the definition of marriage; they are doing what’s right in their own eyes. We are reaping the fruit from a nation filled with individuals who practice doing what is right in their own eyes. If you’re enjoying the produce, then we’re All Good BUT if the fruit is rotten, we have a CHOICE to make. 

Don't stop here; let the prisoners enlist and Fight

If I supported ISIS, I would be enjoying the latest news of “Freedom in the U.S.A.” Fresh off the heels of yet another terrorist attack, the best that our Secretary of Defense could come up with is ending a ban on the Transgender population serving in the Armed Forces! Let me get this right; our adversaries are on some kill, kill stuff and our government is on some LGBT stuff! My history isn’t the greatest but when was the last time that America actually won a war? If I was President Putin, I would be smoking a Cuban cigar, ordering my pilots to play chicken with American fighter jets. I get it, we should not discriminate against a person based on their sexual preference but if that’s the case; can the pedophile enlist and serve? Why not allow those incarcerated an opportunity for restitution to their country by enlisting to serve? The Secretary of Defense, Ash Carter wouldn’t allow that because quite frankly, it wouldn’t serve to the best interest of the Gay Agenda.  

Will Another Law Really Work?

In order to properly articulate this post, I must start by saying that whenever a life is taken, there should be a time of mourning. But once we mourn, once we vent our frustration, once we play the “Blame Game”, once we shed our last tear, where do we go from there? If lives were taken by automatic rifles, do we make laws to ban automatic rifles? If lives were taken by semi automatic firearms, do we make a law to ban semi automatic firearms? If lives are taken by bombs made from fertilizer ingredients, do we make laws that ban the use of fertilizer? If lives are taken by box cutters, do we make laws that ban the use of box cutters? What if it becomes trendy to use lawnmower blades to slay individuals, do we ban the use of lawnmowers? Make no mistake about it; the instruments used in committing murder may vary BUT the intentions of the HEART are the same; MURDER.

If these senseless acts of violence aren’t the “Judgment of God” it’s safe to say that they’re the indictments against a country that has defiantly and faithfully attempted to 86 God from the fabrics of its society. We would rather make laws to ban the use of any instrument that can be used to commit murder, than adhere to an old law that’s been in place and will never change. Pretty soon we will need to walk the streets naked to ensure public safety, instead of humbling ourselves under the Mighty Hand of God. How many lives would be saved if we would comply with, “Thy shall not murder”? How many  guns would be relieved to know that they would no longer be used as the “Scape Goat” for the murder that lives in its owner’s heart?

My Real "Day One" is you Mommy

Dear Mama,

Since I’m only 2yrs old, I hope you don’t mind that I had Daddy help me with this letter. I wanted to buy you something pretty but daddy said that we didn’t have any money. What he meant to say was that he didn’t have any money because where would I get money from? Daddy said that today was a special day for all the mommies because all the mommies had kids. I think he called it Mother’s Day but can I call it Mama Day? Mama, I like wearing your shoes because they make me tall like you. I like when you comb my hair because you make me pretty like you. Mama, I like when I’m crying and you pick me up because I feel the safest when I’m in your arms. When I don’t feel good, you always make me better so I can play with Mimi. Mama, if you haven’t noticed, I like to talk a lot but that’s because you always listen to me. I really like going to church and singing the songs because you smile soo big as you watch me clap my hands; letting me know that I make you proud. But the best part is that you always let me sleep right next to you, even though I have my own bed and Daddy gets upset. I don’t think that Daddy understands that sleeping besides you is the closes that I can get to when I was inside of your stomach. Mama, guess what? Since today is Mama Day, I’m going to be extra good, eat all my food and not spill my Sippy Cup BUT I’m still going to crawl in the bed, next to you and snuggle.

Happy Mama’s Day!

ARIANA  JAMES

P.S. My bad on the picture with my eyes closed

PLEASE, PUT ME IN THE KNOW!

Question; How do you know when your country is in trouble?

Answer;    When using the bathroom becomes confusing as hell!

When we as a people have to make up rules in order to piss with some comfort; you would have to admit, this place is CRAZY! From what I’m gathering it sounds like we change rules as people change their desires. If I started with a penis and decided I wanted to be referred to as a woman, it’s only right that I get to piss with the other women; as long as I duck tape my penis to my thigh. What happens if my penis is short enough to pass as a clitoris, can I use the little girl’s room? What about the person who is sincerely struggling with their sexual identity, should we accommodate them with providing a bathroom for them? If so, we’ll have a restroom for males, a restroom for females, a restroom for transgender and a restroom for the confused. Hell, why stop there? What about the people with a service dog; if they feel more comfortable pissing with their service dog, should we designate certain public trees and poles for that population?

How about this; instead of complicating the entire pissing process for everyone, label a restroom “LGBT” and let whoever goes into that door sort things out for themselves.

Fake Christians Be Like;

It’s cool how the church doors are open to any and everybody. So cool that some have come to believe that hanging out at church for years has made them followers of Christ; when in reality they have Never followed Christ but a preacher. They follow the traditions of men as if it’s Gospel and wonder why their life is POWERLESS. Don’t get it twisted, there is no way I can say that I believe that Jesus will return any day and live my life with no motivation to share the Gospel. Not the Fake Gospel that produces Fake Christians but the Gospel of Jesus Christ; which includes  real sin, real guilt, real repentance, real forgiveness, a real Heaven and a real Hell.

Question: Why do you or would you serve Jesus?

If your answer is anything other than to suffer for His name sake, the person peeking through the blinds on the picture could be you when REAL persecution hits America.

The Spotlight is on You!

I have heard it said that there are 3 types of people in the world

1.       THOSE THAT MAKE THINGS HAPPEN

2.      THOSE THAT WATCH THINGS HAPPEN

3.      THOSE THAT WONDER, WHAT HAPPENED?

At the age of 45, I cannot afford to allow opportunity to call and ignore the call, I cannot afford to send that call straight to the voicemail; I cannot expect opportunity to become a stalker and harass me with constant calls, text messages and emails. Opportunity is notorious for calling when I’m busy with another situation. Opportunity is known for hollering at a brother when my funds are looking crazy. Opportunity even had the audacity to contact me when I was going through some family problems.  The nerve of Opportunity to expect my attention when I lost my mother to cancer!

There has been one dominating factor when it comes to Opportunity; it will call. What we decide to do with that call will determine how much sleep we get. What do I mean? Well, if you decide to ignore the call from opportunity; you’ll probably lose more sleep attempting to make excuses as to why you didn’t answer the call, than if you answered the call and put your muscle behind your hustle.

MY ADVICE; MAKE SURE YOU CHARGE YOUR PHONE UP BECAUSE OPPORTUNITY WILL BE CALLING; AND WHEN IT  CALLS; ANSWER THE DAMN PHONE!

Being a Parent, Ain't no Joke!

Ronald Jackson will get my nomination for Father of the Year. You see, Mr. Jackson was incarcerated after being charged for theft. The story doesn’t seem odd at first but it does take a twist. Maybe Mr. Jackson had a drug problem and was stealing in order to support his addiction; NOPE. Maybe Mr. Jackson was charged with theft for making a beer run; Nope. Maybe Mr. Jackson had a stint of bad fortune and was stealing in order to put food on his table; Nope. Mr. Jackson was charged with theft for confiscating his 12 yr old daughter’s iPhone 4! After monitoring his daughter’s text messages, he found a text that was rude in nature and decided to exercise his parental judgment; by taking his daughter’s cell phone (god) away.

As a parent, I would like to believe that children are a gift from our Heavenly Father and my role as a parent is to be a good steward of my children. This entails training, nurturing, supporting, guiding, providing and disciplining my children in a way that gives them the highest opportunity to become productive adults. If Mr. Jackson knew his role as a parent and was playing that role well; there must be a problem with the state of Texas knowing its role inside of a domestic household. Mr. Jackson stood his ground and refused to give the iPhone back to his daughter until further notice.

By the looks of things, there is coming a time when parents will be disciplined by their children and hauled off to jail if they don’t agree with the terms of the discipline. There is coming a time when the state will oversee and over-run the family structure, ensuring that chaos permeates our homes and neighborhoods, in order to justify their existence. But until that time comes, I will stand on my watch as a parent, stand my ground as a parent and keep some bond money tucked away, for when I’m jailed for being a parent.

If Black Lives Matter; Where is "BLACK LIVES MATTER?"

What is the reward for a 42 yr old, African American mother who has successfully raised a 15 yr old daughter and an 11 yr old son on her own? Not only has she raised the two children on her own; she also played an active role with her 11 yr old son by enrolling him into a basketball program. Each night after practice, this mother, Erica Garner picked her son up and drove him home. The Grand Prize for this mother in Detroit, Michigan was becoming a victim of murder during a carjacking attempt. Here’s the kicker; her killer was identified as 17 yr old Ralph Marshall, who happened to be an African American!

Erica Garner’s killer was not white, the killer was not from the K.K.K., her killer did not drive a car that had the logo on it, “To serve and protect”.  Her killer didn’t have a turban on his head nor did he belong to the “Illuminati”. My question is, “Where are the activist from “BLACK LIVES MATTER?” Do you only hold a protest when the killers WHITE? Or does the killer get a pass because his pigmentation matches that of the victim?

Difficult Times

What makes Oscar who he is

So I hear all the drama about this guy named Oscar. They’re throwing a party for Oscar this February the 28^th and all the “Movers & Shakers” will be out in attendance; except for certain outraged black actors. I heard that some believe Oscar has a problem with blacks, so much so; that many black actors are requesting that the host of Oscar’s party, Chris Rock, boycott the party and not participate. Whether Chris Rock attends the party or not, will be entirely up to him.

As a African American, my first reaction to the allegation of Oscar having problems with blacks was to let anything fly out of the cockpit; in an effort to tie the allegation about Oscar with the undisputable fact that people of color do get the short end of the stick. But after I collected myself, I decided to do my homework on Oscar before I began to sip on my “Haterade.”

First of all, Oscar isn’t that tall of a guy, standing 13.5 in tall and weighs about 8.5 pounds; so he sounds like “Funsize” material. Oscar does have a very sleek form, not to mention the whole knight thing with the crusader’s sword. I take it that Oscar really wants to look important standing on a reel of film with five spokes. The five spokes represent the Actors, Writers, Directors, Producers and Technicians.

Oscar really knows how to take it over the top with his Shine. I mean Oscar has on some Dynamite copper, along with nickel silver and to make sure he shines, Oscar finishes his ensemble with a 24-Karat gold plate. What I didn’t know was that underneath Oscar’s stunning attire and stylish bravado, lays a Black Metal Base! You see, all of Oscar’s “Shine” is held together by the Black Metal Base!