So Really Random...

But, isn't that what blogging really is? Just memorializing random things/shit that cross your mind?

On whatever subject that you fancy to be interesting enough draw an audience.  Who knows? Within this Web of the World there is our future American President somewhere. An Artist, a philosopher, a poet, a scientist. And he or she may be blogging right now. Imagine. What art or music would been available to the world, had we had the internet in pass centuries. We'd all be able to retrieve the writings and communications of prophets and world leaders before historians and those with agendas  got a chance to misinterpret and revise.  By the same token we would, as we do now, either give faint praise or loudly find fault, which may have crippled the spirit of a tender author, whose hesitant spirit may have actually shown promise.

Some of the postings and comments that I've seen online I agree with wholeheartedly. Some just may sound good in that moment, because it was brought to mind, but nothing I would focus on.
Some is just silliness and jokes, some are good advice. But some are just racism posted  safely by those too scared to express their prejudices aloud, because all in their company is mixed company, and getting blended more and more daily, including their families, and sometimes themselves. Hatred finds a place to breathe freely on line. And the fearful become courageous.  So, I guess in a way the internet serves a purpose, for those basic, everyday people who every now and them need a place to blow off steam. But, others are off the charts with their vitriol. They are planners and organizers, some who have decided that by having a Black Family living in the White House must be a sign of Armageddon and they have decided to either speed it up or stop it from occurring.  

The rest of the world doesn't care, or understand what the problem is within our country. Why are we still treating each other so harshly and not hearing one another?  Instead of embracing hatred we should still be living in that historic/magical  moment when Barack Hussein Obama, the mixed race son of a Black man born in Kenya, and a White woman from the Midwest, born  in Hawaii,  a former  Polynesian settlement, was elected to the Presidency of the United States.
Unfortunately he ran into the same reason that has, since 1776, kept man who has identified as (colored, Negro, Black or African American) from being chosen by the people of the United States to lead our nation, on his very public agenda. 
The same people whom I described above, were there in Washington D.C. in 2009, to meet him.

      Surely some politicians and celebrities have several different internet persona just like the rest of us. Who knows if  marriedandhappy8 isn't some closeted State Senator from Hooters-ville who doesn't want anyone to know that they are secretly plan to vote for the other political party within the privacy of the polling booth, during the nest election.And that's their right. Because voting was sacred, just like reading and getting paid fairly for your labor. It's all the same, except voting supersedes every other Right we claim as American Citizens. If not, then what does make us different, extraordinary, exceptional? In the United States, Our Vote is Our Voice. It is what makes us all equal. One citizen, one vote.

Finding ways of diminishing the voices of  Natives and Africans has always been a priority of the descendants of Puritans and the indentured criminals who crawled onto inhabited land and claimed it as their own, under the authority of a monarch who was more than happy to be rid of them.


By killing and locking up our men,  sexism comes shining through also. They employ us to lock up and look after these men, pay us less monies than our male counterparts, forbid us from socializing romantically with these male inmates and keep us on forced overtime, away from our families and partners. Those are some the additional hurdles that female law correction officers face. In addition, the system had been set up for years to keep women down generally, but today, a high percentage of the African American female officers feel that they may have to barter herself with a person of influence in order to carve out some time to tend to her household obligations . Others work their rolls as eye candy for the masses, which keeps her pretty sure that a response team will respond if she presses that button, and ask questions later.

Some use/ view the job as an opportunity to find "Mr.(Ms.)Right"  looking high and low.  Most of the African American and Latina  women who work there see it as a way to expand their families and provide descent health and life insurance for themselves. Many of us are the primary breadwinners in our homes, because our men, our brothers, our fathers, our sons, if not under employed, dead or on drugs, are the inhabitants of the Prison System that is owned and or managed through 1%, of our citizen population, (and surely quite less if every human being within our shores had been counted). The rest of us fight hard to get and keep the jobs and hundreds of careers and businesses that are the supporting under structure of the prison system, from the judges to craftsmen to the catering staffs of dining halls being rented for retirement parties. Female Correction Officers Risk their lives, their reputations and their relationships  EVERYDAY.  Doing a job that most of the 98% would never do,or even remember is being done. Standing between calm and chaos on both sides.

In the meanwhile, the 1% get to reap all the monetary benefits of this system, from the officer's uniforms to inmate jumpsuits to federal and local subsidies. And they sit back and watch the soap opera that they have created. This time, Mammy and the Vixen are both taking care of their plantations.