Playing Games Of Awareness

I guess I just wonder most of the time, are people really that stupid* or are they just afraid of what others may do to them if others thought they were smarter than the other? Or, maybe, they are not afraid at all, they KNOW they will get fired and choose to not bother being smart in public to their own harm?

Or maybe they think that what they think is something they should keep to themselves?  Then I wonder why they do not choose to share them?  And then I wonder why I wonder WHY anyone else makes the choices they make?  *tangent*

Or, maybe, smart people keep their smart thoughts to themselves because they think they can leverage them later for a paycheck or something?  that money thing always seems to be a powerful organizer of thoughts here on planet earth, i wonder what would happen if everyone shared their thoughts just because it was what it took to save the planet?

*I KNOW.  I know “stupid” is not “A Nice Word” (as in “use your nice words to say hard things”); yet, sometimes, ‘stupid is as stupid does’ is just the plain truth that deserves no trimmings.


Nikohl Vandel:

I doubt there is significant differences between savage and civilized these days.

Originally posted on Mum C writes:

I wish my fingers were a huge cloth
Then I could cloth this shame of Africaness
So heads can walk on shoulders
As the filth stays in

We are now zombies
Loving our horrid features
On screens of walls
Of those we worshipped
But we cry foul
Citing their brutalities and their monkey tags

Tell me
Are we not like monkeys?
Make me see
Don’t mona monkeys fight
When their own lick their females?

Tell me,
Tantrums of burning of the young
Without heeding to screams of stomach quavering nations
Are they not characteristics of monkeys
Who strive to protect their territories?

Shame on me
Shame on you
Shame on the fact that such heads still live
Shameful monkeys
Living on empty headed trees
I hope you stay there
And look afar
To fill your heads with wisdom
Of how far the legs of time have…

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As An Activist

Do not expect anyone to support you.

Oh, they will support you, yet before you really are an activist, you must be the one They hated for drawing for Them the #Elephant in the room that is the one standing behind the one They came into the room to discuss.

Yep, I’m Pretty Sure

i hung out at a communist event today. i mean it wasn’t a communist thing, they just organized it.

today was a national day of solidarity actions to “Shut It Down” — “It” being whatever is not working for the People in our government, most specifically in our criminal justice system.  The fruits of privilege and waste are killing our souls and communities, not to mention our children, friends and families by the hands of those we empower, pay and direct to serve and protect us.  We do not do so at our own risk.  This Stops Now.

Let’s see what these kids have, these “commies” who are really just like super sweet democrats really.  =)  i am so glad that i never did understand what was wrong with people with a different political belief like that, mostly, i find them very interesting to talk to, they really seem to like philosophy.

Why Women Love The Internet


All the men, of course. :D

I was just looking for some new blogs to follows now that GigaOm is no more and, well, my Word Press stream is just too dude and not in the good way; i do not like it.  So, what DO i want to experience?

The deliberate effort GigaOm made to not just include but exalt the thoughts, process and voices of women in the tech industry was rare.  Even though i knew so little about what they were usually talking about technically, I appreciated GigaOm’s efforts for balanced integration of the female voice within the company, within tech and as a voice of tech in other industries and in government.

So, hating my feed as i now do, i thought this morning, “time to randomly* follow suggestions from the universe.” Its rare that a loss of one source from a feed can impact one of my streams like that, so i am doubly sad as that vacuum in my simple feed, i know, resonates that loss in an industry where this issue runs deep.

I am not a fan of categorized suggestions yet i understand why they are offered.  2 me, it takes out a bit of fun experiencing new blogs,the fun of random expansion: one must choose a specific area of life to expand rather than choosing a random expansion just because a clever blog title extends an invitation to explore places one may otherwise never experience.

Then this screen (above) sent me on after a different white rabbit: why are all three blogs authored by men, and don’t they have an algorithm to suggest a naturally balanced ratio of demographic options? Such as a 50-50 male to female ratio?

In fact, I’d love to see WordPress statistics as to how many male authored blogs get recommended vs. female authored blogs. I wonder does that kind of stuff REALLY impact our society and mindset the way They tell us it does?

Maybe it means nothing, yet i think, maybe They are right, and it would be an easy fix, *algorithmically speaking.

And, of course, I’m just curious if these three men are all white dudes too.  I sure hope not.  just sayin’ . . . be smarter.

Emmett Till & Lost Innocence; a Poem

Originally posted on Speaking With A True Heart:

Emmett_Tillwritten February 1st, 2010

The Civil Rights Movement was sparked in part by an incident involving the brutal murder of a young black man in the mid-1950s. There are pictures and the full story of Emmett on the Internet. I urge you to check them out. I do not incude them here…they have haunted me for 54 years! LOVE


6-year old crumpled crippled girl,

Thick-tongued, twisted body, eyes livin’ in a blur,

Ain’t no one’s shinin’ pearl,

1955 was the year,

Caused me fear and a thunderous tear,

Saw a picture of Emmett Till,

His dead brutally beaten body haunts me still,

Lookin’ upon an unrecognizable face,

Those that did him wrong and kilt him will find no grace,

Hell ain’t even the best place for them to spend eternity….this I know,

That 14 year-old man-child led my heart to heavy grief,

His soul had to go to heaven…

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