Tuesday, June 23, 2015


Link to Netroots Radio

Tomorrow 8:30 Pacific Time I'll join Justice Putnam on his Netroots radio show.

What am I going to do? Shine like the sun that's what I do, we'll also talk politics odds and ends whichever way the wind bends.

Namaste friends

Albert Johnson Jr.
Vice President of Sales Universal Serendipity
Brilliant Bridge institute

Sunday, June 21, 2015

MLK on Charleston and the 3 Evils of Today's Society

I have in my saved files of thinking several great pieces, but then I remembered that what I have to say has been said before and better.  So, rather than two paragraphs on what happened followed by an opinion I am going to use my voice to amplify something that was said more than 50 years by a man White Superiority shot in the neck.

There is a reason White people don't know this speech, don't troll Black people with it, it's the same reason why they think Huck Finn was all Mark Twain wrote about race, and don't know he wrote King Leopold's Soliloquy.

Friday, June 19, 2015

Brilliant Bridge Brown Liquor Poetry Corner III


In the face of windy times we produce poetry.

A fantastic night was had by all thanks to everyone who participated.
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Grown Folk Brown Liquor Brilliant Bridge Poetry CornerBrilliancy,This the man with the snaps Adept2uWe got another...
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Driveways horn sectionCrown bag is full of money I noticed it God#haiku
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Just catching some raysAndromeda Galaxy Sunscreen African#haiku
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The Poet Laureate
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The Sweetie of the span Sherry Davis Johnson *Finger Snaps*Save Our SelvesOn a sunny summer Saturday Some salty...
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Only thing that would be sweeter if this brilliant thing would singSnap your fingers for Michael Bedney I love my...
Posted by Brilliant Bridge on Friday, June 19, 2015 someone makes me break the theme but this song kept saying play me with Ninti please so I am.
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Things happen right on timeMs. Ninti King adds her rhymeCOLORSThis is a poem about eternity and colors,your blue...
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Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Brilliant Bridge: I'm Going On Netroots Radio.

A Netroots whoa whoa Radio Show!


I'm happy to announce I'll take my act to the bar of Justice and next week on 6/24 step to the mic and join him for a chat on his Netroots Radio show. We already know and love Justice from his participation in our Poetry Slam.

Which by the way we will do again THIS FRIDAY.

I don't mind chasing you down for your entries but you can e-mail me at remember attach some art and Jazz or I'll do it for you.

Who is the gentleman below? Well that is my BigDaddy y'all might say Grandfather but he'd tell you your Father is in heaven. He was the first Black DJ in Northern Georgia, and as y'all know how full of woo I am, you'll know the frequency of the ancestor I'm going to dial for support in the next week : )

Monday, June 15, 2015

Brilliant Bridge: What's the Role of Others on the Bridge

A Light on the Bridge asks

Adept2u how do you see the role of the other Brilliancy here what kind of community are you trying to build?

I’m glad you asked.

Think of Brilliancy on the Bridge as having a movie theater where they are inviting the rest of us to watch the presentation they have prepared for us, called Life. 
They are the projectionist they are in charge of the entire presentation and they have invited us to sit in the audience.

Brilliant Bridge members are there to CHEER THE MOVIE!

Suspend disbelief. Fall in love. In fact if you can you’re gonna help that movie win an the Academy Award for Best Picture.
Are you a critic? (Yes, I understand how criticism can be constructive)

The door is over there it has a big green Exit sign.

Thanks for asking. Someone else ask a question

Sunday, May 31, 2015

She's a Doozy..Working Title

Howdy Folks!

Well remember at the end of the Nataraj Mundunga I said I'd add some more stories to the world?  Ready? I don't know how often im going to kick out a piece but enjoy the ride : )

“Never thought I’d be glad to see this again” Hosea thought as he bent over to pull another fluffy piece free from the razor sharp plant that protected its’ prize production zealously.  He was happy though, more happy to be back on the Mississippi delta picking cotton than he had been 3 years ago when he left it for France and the crusade for liberty that he saw first hand as a litter bearer. 

They weren’t too happy to let the Negroes have guns but they were alright with letting them dance among the shells to pull back the wounded.  Hosea felt like he had pulled as many wounded and dead as he had cotton bolls, and now he was just happy to liberate the plants for the White family his people had worked for less than more willingly for 100 years as he was to escape the smell of the gas of France.

He even let himself smile when the last plant he was going to pick after the horn sounded to bring the days haul to the family gin sounded cut him to the white meat.  He and the other families sang sweetly in the manner that would have been familiar to waves of their ancestors who worked these fields since the cotton engine Eli Whitney developed made the plant easy to clean and Negroes valuable. 

The ride in on the wagon stacked high with unrefined cotton bales was made even easier with the jug one of the cousins was passing around and Hosea drank easily from it.  Hosea was satisfied at the near conclusion of a long day that didn’t include anyone being shot through the neck.  He almost didn’t notice the first tug on his right arm as he was throwing a bale into the teeth of the machine designed to remove the cotton from it’s boll and spill out nothing but clean cotton at the other end.  It wasn’t until his forearm exploded in pain that he realized that he had let his hand slip into the input hopper of the gin where one of the preliminary teeth had quickly chewed his fingers then hand and was merrily working on his forearm when he finally thought to scream and pull back.

As he watched the newly made stump of his right arm spurt his blood into the gin he thought about how many times he’d seen such a wound in France and thought, “huh lucky bastard if he don’t die of infection they can clamp that off right clean” then it occurred to him it was his own arm and by the time Blake the current young Mister from the family got to his side and made him sit down and began placing his own belt around his arm the pain and loss began to hit and the day became much worse than France.

Meanwhile in Pittsburgh the Amalgamated Tool and Die Company the exclusive supplier of automotive parts to the Dusenberg Automobile and Motors Company of Indianapolis Indiana was suffering an industrial accident.  As a progressive for the time company ATD employed Negroes in their janitorial staff and one of their most trusted ones was busy in an active part of the factory.  Amalgamated did not generally employ the Negroes in such capacities as the production of the precision parts, but was more than sanguine with allowing them the positions of cleaning up after the men who did.  The report that was prepared for the payment of settlement to the Negro and his family read that he made a superhuman effort in leaping to escape the loop of  cable that operated portions of the massive forge, and that without such effort the loop would have closed around his chest as opposed to his legs below the knee neatly severing both feet.  The report was also careful to note that no production was lost in cleaning up the various viscera and no loss in the integrity of the product was expected despite the unusual addition of Jake’s blood.

There were similar stories like in Texas where the ranch that produced the leather lost a Negro hand in a routine loading accident, and from Guyana where the new rubber plantation seemed to have a bit of bother with a group of Negroes loading tires for shipment.

The Dusenberg Automobile and Motors Company of Indianapolis did not employ Negroes. They had previously produced aircraft and marine engines and the struggle the company was experiencing in producing it’s first models did not include worrying what happened along it’s various supply chains, and so car 36 was born.  The seats made with beautiful Texas leather and cotton from the heartland of Mississippi.  The mechanicals and engine parts lovingly cast from America’s new industrial might and engineered with America’s new thoughts number 36 didn’t need a buyer.  Such things would literally fly off the shelves and so it was produced.

The Day number 36 was finished it was left outside as part of the advertisement the company did.  Lola a beautiful little Negro girl of maybe 9 being escorted by her older relations asked the man in charge of the display if she might touch it’s shiny red fender, a request the man happily allowed.  It cut her to the white meat.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Anon I Mus videos RABBIT HOLE ALERT!

Howdy partners.

People come to me on the internet, and this presence has so much to say I decided to blog the videos together to have someplace to watch them all

That's enough for now I hope you get the picture and if you're interested  by all means watch them and if you find out anything share it.

Namaste Friends