Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Dream - The Obamas

After finding out that Obama's grandmother passed away. I call the hotline to give the Obama's my condolences. It's 6 am in the morning the Monday before election. The doorbell rang half an hour later. I run get the door in my robe. At the door, it's Michelle Obama. I'm shocked to silence. She asks if I can let her in. That shakes me out of my stupor. I let her in. I then ask her where is her husband. She said he's on his way. I can't believe this!! The Obama's in my house! I excuse myself after I make Michelle comfortable in the kitchen.

I run upstairs to change into a good outfit. Miraclously my friend Crystal is upstairs helping me find an outfit. We found the perfect outfit for me. She was helping me zip up a shirt in the vack. Then she started pinching my back fat. That hurt. Ii screeched. Then asked her what her problem is. She didn't give me an answer and finished zipping me up. Michelle comes upstairs to find out why I was screaming. I told her. She proceeds to tell Crystal why she was wrong and that as African American we are supposed to help and lift up our sisters and not tear them down. Crystal gets mad and leaves.

Michelle then walks with me back downstairs. In my kitchen, Obama is sitting down waiting. I walk over and shake his hand. He tells me to sit down next to him. He proceeds to tell me that we as African Americans have to push ourselves. We have to get educated. We need to get careers, not jobs. Then he gives me a problem solving tet.

I realized that it was time to go work. Michelle gives me a ride to work and she joins me at work. She talks to everyone at the job. I go home with her. When we reached my house, there's a big what to do going on. We enter in the house. It's in a frenzy. We are waiting for tye election results. It's my family and the Obama family together. We are in a quiet statis while we wait.The verdict is announced. OBAMA IS THE NEXT PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES.

I woke up. This is how I know he's going to win. I don't dream politics. I feel it in my bones he's going to.

The Most Important Day.

Today I wake up with so much emotion that I can hardly keep from crying. History will be made. I feel it down to my bones. This election is the most important election since I've been born. This wonderful man Obama is going to become our president. He has what it takes plus more. He's determined and sincere in getting America turned around and head in a better direction than it was going. He is for change. He is for the people, all people. This is not a color election or a minority election. This is an election to change the world.

This election will also force White America to look at African Americans as their equal. They cannot assume that we are not intelligent enough any longer. They cannot say we are uneducated. They have to see us as human beings.

Our youth tend to forget what our forefathers and mothers had to struggle against just to get us this far. They want to set us back with all the violence and idiocy. Our youth are killing of our youth for random bullshit. Our young women don't aspire to do anything but become vidoe ho's or house wives to professional athletes/celebrities. We need somehow to wake them u. Give them inspiration to work hard. Study hard and become a viable person in society.

Our man Obama is the better African American man who has attempted (and going to achieve) running for president. Sharpton would never become president. Why? He will make everything a race issue. Jackson would never be president. Why? He's wishy washy and under the take. He'll also make everything a race issue. Both would just dwell on how African Americans were treated in the past and current. They wouldn't think of the future. They don't want to be president for the benefit of the whole USA. They had their own agendas and the people saw that.

Obama is here for the US not just for the African American community. He didn't run his campaign on race. He ran them on issues and what we as Americans need to change in order to become better. The whole world wants Obama as president. They don't want another 4 years of Bush policies.

We are awaiting the change of history and the new emergence of a strong nation. Go OBAMA.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Dream - The Family Business

On the campus of CSU, Darren was compared to a multitude of legendary NFL runningbacks. However, he never seemed to be able to leave the street alone. He came from the ghetto like a lot of urban youth. He keeps finding himself on the wrong side of the law. That is where I come in. I am a 3rd year law student at the graduate school at CSU. I have been trying cases since I was a 1st year student and I have won them all. I was asked by my family to make sure that Darren stays out of prison and continue playing football. I don't know how much longer that CSU execs are going to put up with his stupidity. But you know how it is. He's the star football player. He's bringing popularity and money to the school so he gets away with a lot.

Thursday night his luck ran out and my job got a lot more complicated. After a very popular grudge match game with UCB, Darren was in the locker room by himself. The someone weilding a knife attacked him. The cut both of his achilles. They knew they were going to ruin his life by doing this. Why am I involved in this case and not the district attorney? Well I am acting like a private detective for my family and also supplying the DA with evidence. I am also representing Darren in the case to sue the alleged perpetrators. He just lost a livelyhood that was going to bring him millions.

As I am going to classes and investigating and was being watched. By whom I don't care. As long as they don't interfere with me. No one knows who I really am. Most who know me, know that I am from NY and I don't tolerate a lot of bullshit. That's just me. A true New Yorker by heart. I live moderately. I have an apartment of campus my family pays for. So I really have too many expenses.

One night I was driving my blue Acura (my favorite car) and I ended up on campus to stop at the ATM at the student union. When I parked my car and got out, there was this old car that reminded me of te old school gremilin car just idling in the lane not 3 cars lengths from my car. There were 2 guys in there. I made a mental note of the license plate. As I started my way towards the union, the guy in the passenger seat gets out with something in his hand that looks like a pointed tuning fork. He starts following me. I give him one of my stern looks. The don't fuck with me look. He then starts to talk to me. What the hell?

"Are you too rude to say hello when you look at someone?" he states as he got closer to me. I recognize his face.
"I looked at you right. So be happy that I acknowledged you." I respond, still walking.
"Well don't you think you need to verbally acknowledge people." he asks.
"Why should I? If I looked at you." I respond, tired of the conversation.
"Well I don't hold that to be true." he says.
"Look I'm a NYer. We don't have time to stand around having a conversation with every Tom, Dick or Harry. We have shit to do. And now you are holding up my time." I state, as a matter of fact.
"You know I can hurt you and your car with this" he states, holding up the tuning fork looking thing.
"I said yeah but if you do you would be wiped off of the face of the earth." I respond nonchalantly.
"Yeah right. Who do you know that powerful? I work for the most powerful man in Cali" he boasts.
"Congratulations. When you are done wasting my time, look up the name, Cardoso" I respond and walked off.
"Who's Cardoso?" he yells at me.
"My family. Ask your boy when you get back to your car." I tell him the wave my hand to dismiss him.

He runs back to his friend and noticed that he already keyed my car. He then asked his friend who Cardoso is. The guy looked at him like he lost his mind. He said that Cardoso family is the most powerful in the whole US. Some say that they have influence outside US too. Then he asks why. The guy said that I said my family was Cardoso. He said that I may not be. I may be using the name to scare us off. We'll stick aound to see what happens.

I head back to my car from the atm. My car is totally keyed up. I curse out loud. I then get on the cell. I call my father. Some random thug answers. I tell him to put my father on. I tell him what happened. I gave him the license plate number on the guys' car. He said he'll take care of it. He also tells me to take the car to a certain garage. I said I wasn't going to pay for the repair. I want the money from the guys. He said said he'll wire the money from their accjount out when they get the guys names. I said cool. I hop in my car and leave.

The guys overhear my conversation.
"She's knows your license plate number" the guy in passenger seat exclaims.
"Shit! What should we do?" guy in driver's seat asks.
"Should we tell the boss?" passenger guys returns another question.
"I don't know. This Cardoso guy is bigger than the boss. He might kill us for getting into this trouble if we tell him." driver guy responds.
"Let's get out of here." passenger guy suggests.

Just as they get off of campus they notice a car following them. It had tinted windows. They move to one side of the car and roll down the window. The guys notice a guy that looked like The Cardoso girl. The guy raises a bazooka and fires into the car.

I woke up just then. But this was a very interesting dream.

Friday, September 26, 2008

A Better Way To Solve US Financial Bail Out Plan

This was sent by my coworker. I really believe this is a great plan.

I'm against the $85,000,000,000.00 bailout of AIG.

Instead, I*m in favor of giving $85,000,000,000 to America in a We Deserve It Dividend.

To make the math simple, let*s assume there are 200,000,000 bonafide U.S. Citizens 18+. Our population is about 301,000,000 +/- counting every man, woman and child. So 200,000,000 might be a fair stab at adults 18 and up..

So divide 200 million adults 18+ into $85 billon that equals $425,000.00.

My plan is to give $425,000 to every person 18+ as a 'We Deserve It Dividend'.

Of course, it would NOT be tax free. So let*s assume a tax rate of 30%.

Every individual 18+ has to pay $127,500.00 in taxes. That sends $25,500,000,000 right back to Uncle Sam. But it means that every adult
18+ has $297,500.00 in their pocket. A husband and wife has

What would you do with $297,500.00 to $595,000.00 in your family?
Pay off your mortgage * housing crisis solved.
Repay college loans * what a great boost to new grads Put away money for college * it*ll be there Save in a bank * create money to loan to entrepreneurs.
Buy a new car * create jobs
Invest in the market * capital drives growth Pay for your parent*s medical insurance * health care improves Enable Deadbeat Dads to come clean * or else

Remember this is for every adult U S Citizen 18+ including the folks who lost their jobs at Lehman Brothers and every other company that is cutting back. And of course, for those serving in our Armed Forces.

If we*re going to re-distribute wealth let*s really do it...instead of trickling out a puny $1000.00 ( *vote buy* ) economic incentive that is being proposed by one of our candidates for President.

If we*re going to do an $85 billion bailout, let*s bail out every adult U S Citizen 18+!

As for AIG * liquidate it.
Sell off its parts.
Let American General go back to being American General.
Sell off the real estate.
Let the private sect
or bargain hunters cut it up and clean it up.

Here*s my rationale. We deserve it and AIG doesn*t.

Sure it*s a crazy idea that can *never work.* But can you imagine the Coast-To-Coast Block Party!

How do you spell Economic Boom?

I trust my fellow adult Americans to know how to use the $85 Billion We Deserve It Dividend more than the geniuses at AIG or in Washington DC .

And remember, The Family plan only really costs $59.5 Billion because
$25.5 Billion is returned instantly in 20taxes to Uncle Sam.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

NC Here I Come?

Well I came to Greensboro NC this weekend to spend time with my ex & good friend Mel. He's always complaining that I don't visit. The last time he came to NY, my boyfriend at the time wanted to spend the weekend with me. We broke up that weekend too & I didn't get to see Mel. Which sucked. I enjoy Mel a lot. He's the only guy I contemplated moving to NC for.

Anyway, I don't know why I came. He hardly has time to spend with me. And when he does come, he's tired. I've been here since Thurs late night. We've only slept together twice. I am used to having 3 to 4 rounds a day.

I'm a bit disappointed though. I want to spend more time with him. I know he has his kids to look after. Their momma is here also. She can look after them for one weekend. This is a reason why I don't want to mess with men who have children. But nowadays that's hard to find. Men can't seem to keep their seed from impregnating women. And women do not know anything about condomns or birth control. Anyway, I digress.

Granted Mel works late night. 10:30 pm to 7 am or so. He could just come straight to the hotel from work. Instead, he goes home, sleeps and then goes to work out. I don't get to see him until 1 to 2 pm. Then he's tired from working out.

I miss my Mel from NY. I don't think I will get him back. Is it time for me to give up on him? I could have had more fun in NY this weekend. I could've went to the beach.

Well I'm tired of bitching. But I do have a lot to think about. I don't know why I'm hung up on him. I will have to dig deep in my head as to why. That's another blog to come.

Monday, July 14, 2008

Dream - I'm The Invisible Pregnant Woman!!!

It has been 1.5 years the Light have been together. Light is Japanese but he looks like a mixture of my ex-boyfriend Anthony (Domincan) and the wrestler now actor Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson (Half Samoan & half Black). I missed my period and went to the doctor. I find out I am pregnant. I immediately tell him. Of course he didn't take it very well. He was angry to say the least. He walked out on me when I told him.

Couple days later he comes by. He says he doesn't want any children and he will not be a part of this. Well, that really pissed me off. What about the time we've been together? Anyway, I tell him fine. I take keys away from him and tell him I don't ever want to see him again. He wanted to still date though. He's funny. I looked at him and told him "HELL" no.

Trying to uplift my feelings, my brother takes me on a walk near an industrial port. There were metal bridges, huge oil tankers and tractor trailers. We walked passed a tractor trailer that looked as if it were going to tip over. My brother and I sped up walking so we wouldn't be in the way if it did tip over. Just as we thought we cleared enough roombetween the trailer and ourselves, the trailer tips over. The contents in the back of the trailer didn't miss us. We got splashed with some smelly liquid. Grossed out, my brother and I ran home to shower.

That night during dinner we start showing signs of unusualness. Everytime my brother passed me something it was always scalding. Everytime I try to pass him something he doen't see anything. We then end up watching a boxing match. My brother's favorite sport. He was standing up imitating one of bth boxers, he made a punch motion and a ball of fire came out. I duck out the way just in time. He stood frozen in shock and I scream "What the -uck!" My brother asks me what the hell just happened. I said "You shot fire from your hands."
He just mutters "oh shit" over and over again.

I begin to worry now. I was hit by the same liquid. I was worried I'd lose my baby. I didn't want to miscarry. Light would just love that. I started to panic. I just wanted to disappear. That's how I feel when I stressed, nervous or not myself. Next you know my brother starts screaming for me. I scream back saying why are you screaming. I'm in the room with you. He says that I am not. I say that's impossible because I have been standing by the coffee table. I move and hit my knee on the coffee table. I scream of course. I look up from rubbing my knee and my brother is staring at me like I was a ghost. He said I was invisible. I said yeah right. Then I must went invisible again because my brother start asking me where I am. I walk up to him and touched his shoulder. He nearly leapt throught he ceiling. I run to the bathroom to look in the mirror. I was aghast when I couldn't see my own reflection.

My brother and I settled down about our powers. We started to think what we could do with them. We needed to use them for something good. But my brother agreed with me that I should go to my doctor to see if my baby is ok.

I went to the doctor saying I was in an accident and I wanted to make sure the baby was okay. The doctor tells me that the baby was looking fine. He says everything looks fine. I should be able to carry to term without any complications. That was great to hear.

With positive news from the doctor I head home. I tell my brother that we should help the police capture violent criminals. He agrees. We work with the police until I was 7 months pregnant.

The day after my last day helping the police, my family decided to have a party. I do not know what the party is celebrating, but I'm having a great time. That is until my ex showed up. I don't know how he knew that imy family was gathering. He tells me that hed is now interested in being a father to my child. I tell him I'm not interested in him being the father. My child doesn't need a fickle father. He insists he won't and he'll be a steady regular in our child's life. He then asks if he can feel my tummy. I said okay.

When he touched my stomach the first time, my baby moved abruptly and drastically. Before he touched me, she was laying down with her head to my left side, her back towards the ground and he feet to my right side. When he touched she moved to where her back is now up facing by breasts. I told him to not touch my stomach anymore. She reacts too violent. He doesn't listen to me and he touches my stomach again. This time she moves dratically again and nearly knocks me down. Her head is now towards my spine and her bottom is poking out. This is very uncomfortable. I warn him again not to touch my stomachand once again he doesn't listen. This time she has her bottom towards my upper spine and her head nearly poking out my stomach. I felt as if the child was going to bust through my stomach.

I turn andwalk away from my ex while holding my stomach, making sured she's secure. I head towards my sister. She asks me what was the matter. I explain it to her. She said she had a trick that her OB/GYN gave her when she was pregnant with my niece Camille. She said Camille would react wildly too. She had me lay down on the bed. I don't know where the bed came from all of a sudden. I lay back and expose my stomach. My sister starts to tape around my stomach with tape that looks like masking tape but is stronger.

While she was taping my tummy, my niece asks me what am I going to name my baby. I tell her I'm not sure. She said that she has a temporary name for me. So I said let me hear it. She said I should name her "Earring". I said I can't name her a piece of jewelry. I tell her I may name her Raiku. She said that was a Japanese name. I said yeah it is. She's half Japanese so her first name will reflect it because she's not going to have her father's last name. Then my niece asks me if I know what special powers my baby is going to have since I have special powers. I said I really don't know. So she had me wondering that as I woke up to reality.