My first love was science fiction, and my second love was politics. I'm cultivating a new love now that will encompass both, and I'm open to the journey.
The shootings at the Oak Creek Gurdwara reminded me of the
story of Bhagat Singh Thind who could be fairly described as the man who caused
the United States Supreme Court to define White in the same way that inspired
the murderous Wade Page.
Bhagat Singh Thind, a native of Punjab, immigrated to America in
1913. Working in an Oregon lumber mill he paid
his way through University of California, Berkeley
and enlisted in the United States Army in 1917, when the United States
entered World War I. He was honorably discharged in 1918. In 1920 he applied
for citizenship and was approved by the U.S. District Court. The Bureau of
Naturalization appealed the case, which made its way to the Supreme Court.
Thind's attorneys expected a favorable decision since the year before in the
Ozawa ruling the same Court had declared Caucasians eligible for citizenship
and Thind, as most North Indians, was clearly Caucasian.
A sensible argument, if American racism made sense or you
were confused what was meant in Ozawa.
Any confusion in the Ozawa case was swiftly cleared in this decision.
Associate Justice George Sutherland found that,
while Thind, an Asian Indian, may claim to have "purity of Aryan blood"
due to being "born in Village Taragarh Talawa,near Jandiala Guru,
Amritsar, Punjab" and having "high caste" status; he was not
Caucasian in the "common understanding", so he could not be included
in the "statutory category as white persons" George
Sutherland wrote in his summary:
“
The eligibility of this applicant for citizenship is based
on the sole fact that he is of high caste Hindu stock,
born in Punjab [Amrit Sar],
one of the extreme northwestern districts of India, and classified by certain
scientific authorities as of the Caucasian or Aryan race...In the
Punjab and Rajputana [Rajasthan], while the invaders seem to have met with more
success in the effort to preserve their racial purity, intermarriages did occur
producing an intermingling of the two and destroying to a greater or less
degree the purity of the “Aryan” blood. The rules of caste, while calculated
to prevent this intermixture, seem not to have been entirely successful...
the given group [Asian Indian] cannot be properly assigned to any of the
enumerated grand racial divisions. The type may have been so changed by
intermixture of blood as to justify an intermediate classification. Something
very like this has actually taken place in India. Thus, in Hindustan [India] and Berar [town in India] there
was such an intermixture of the “Aryan” invader with the dark-skinned Dravidian.[1]
”
The Court concluded that "The term 'Aryan' has to do
with linguistic, and not necessarily with physical characteristics, and it
would seem reasonably clear that mere resemblance in language, indicating a
common linguistic root buried in remotely ancient soil, is altogether
inadequate to prove common racial origin."
The Singh Thind decision had real consequences to those
already nationalized. Many had their
citizenship rescinded. Sikhs as well as
others from the sub-continent property
confiscated and had to live an extremely furtive life hiding land titles in
American born children's hands or relying on trusted White associates.
As our MSM is currently asking Sikhs to justify their
existence in our country as good non Muslims something kept tickling me to
remember. Sikhs have fought and suffered
for the American dream every bit as much as other minorities in this nation and
have experienced the same hate. I’m no
longer interested in people like AC Cooper being fascinated by the flag in a
Sikhs front yard as if they need prove their American bona fides. They don't have to prove themselves to America, America needs to prove itself to
them.
It's been awhile since I've done one of these and an even longer while since I've been presented with such material. Things come to me in roundabout ways nowadays. I found these posts on a very obscure website
by an anonymous poster, makes a lot of sense to me.
"The starry sky is one of the greatest wonders of
nature. But there are different ways of looking at the stars. You can take a
map of the sky and an astronomy book, which gives a detailed description of
everything known about the stars and the planets. This is certainly very useful
for your understanding of the universe. But what will all that do for your soul
and your spirit?
More importantly, how different those experiences are from the ones you
can have when you’re contemplating the starry sky, when your only concern is to
merge with this immensity! A peace slowly permeates you, lifting you up; your
only desire is to tear yourself from the earth and be transported far away into
space, so you can relate to the spiritual entities of which the stars are the
physical manifestations. In the regions where you are projected, you feel that
nothing is more important than to unite yourself with the cosmic Spirit, to let
yourself be penetrated by it, so you can arrive at a true understanding of
things, an understanding that permeates all your cells.
"Those who do not know how to control their anger are
unaware it is a force from much further away trying to find a way into them.
They even believe, for a moment at least, that this powerful current is
communicating something of its power to them. But this is an illusion, for it
is the current that is powerful and not the person it goes through. And so,
after it has gone, the poor unfortunate person is left weak and trembling all
over – in their jaws, their legs, their hands.
A disciple of an initiatic school understands that by controlling the anger
they feel rising in them and seeking to transform it they acquire true power.
And it is the same with sexual energy: we are considerably strengthened by
controlling it. That is why the initiates, who have learned to control their
aggressive as well as their sexual instinct, have so much energy for thinking
and speaking, with the purpose of enlightening others."
"Many people reason the way a mouse might, as it moves
towards a mousetrap that has a tempting piece of bacon in it… The mouse
suspects there’s some danger, but it thinks it can go in and out very quickly.
So it makes a dash for it, but the trap closes even faster and catches it. In
the same way, you may say to yourself, ‘I’m very clever, I’ll manage to eat
this little bit (meaning, ‘I’ll enjoy certain pleasures and give free rein to
my instinctual tendencies’), nothing and no one can catch me. I’ll grab what I
want and get out.’ But it’s impossible – there is a law at work here. As soon
as you touch the trap, that’s it, you’re caught.
So far, no one has been able to escape nature and its mousetraps. Each time you
give way to one of your base tendencies, the trap closes, and then, without
knowing why, you feel ill at ease. Do not delude yourself; even the most
intelligent, the cleverest of people cannot escape the laws laid down by cosmic
Intelligence."
"What is it that makes humans leave their house to go
and visit their family or friends, or to go window-shopping or for a walk in the
park or in the country? It is quite simply their need to make exchanges with
other human beings and with nature, because these exchanges are absolutely
necessary and essential to life. 'But,' you will say, 'what about ascetics,
hermits, who withdraw from the world to the desert or to caves - do they
no longer make exchanges?' They do, they put an end to one kind of exchange in
favour of another kind, in order to open their soul and their spirit to subtler
influences.
As soon as you close yourself to one influence, you automatically open up to
another. If you no longer want to see or hear anything on the physical plane,
you experience another form of seeing, another form of hearing. You receive new
impressions from the worlds of the soul and the spirit. Exchanges are the very
foundation of life, and those who learn how to make exchanges on the spiritual
plane know true life."
"For human beings, the words ‘life’ and ‘death’
immediately evoke the notion of physical life and death, whereas physical life
and death are in fact only very limited aspects of these two processes.
Although people may know what life and death are on the physical plane, they
are not at all clear as to their meaning on the psychological and spiritual
planes: they do not know when they are dead and when they are alive.
On the psychological and spiritual planes, it is by renouncing the lower
manifestations of life that we become more and more alive. If we do not do
this, what we call life is, in reality, death. Whether we do good or evil, we
can always say we are alive. But we can also say that we never stop dying: if
we do not die to stupidity, we will die to wisdom, and if we do not die to
hate, we will die to love. Call it what you like, life and death walk together.
Throughout our lives, our only choices are between life and death, between one
form of life and one form of death. And what some call death, others call life."
"Those who believe man should not love himself are
mistaken. It is normal to love yourself, for nature herself gave this instinct
to her children. But you must learn to love yourself and at the same time be
conscious of your worth as a son or daughter of God.
Do people truly love themselves when they eat and drink anything whatsoever and
in any manner whatsoever? When they smoke, lead unbalanced lives and endlessly
ruminate on destructive thoughts and feelings? No. Loving yourself means seeing
to it that you allow nothing harmful to gain access to you, whether physical or
psychic. By purifying yourself you prepare certain conditions so that luminous
entities will come to visit you. And if you are careful not to harm others in
any way, if instead you help, comfort and console others, here again you
prepare conditions such that the Lord will come and make his dwelling in you
and bring you all his blessings. This is how you must love yourself. "
"Endeavour to live well today, and everything will
arrange itself harmoniously for tomorrow. Are you afraid that if you take care
of today you will lose sight of your long-term objectives? Have no fear. When
you are following a path, you do not keep your eyes on your feet in case you
lose direction, nor do you keep looking in the distance; if you did, you would
be likely to trip over an obstacle or fall into a hole.
You must also apply this method in your spiritual life. Since you know how to
walk on the physical level, you must also know how to walk on the spiritual
level. Watch your feet, that is to say, pay attention to everything you do
throughout the day – this is of the utmost importance – and also look to your
ideal, to divine perfection, so you can be sure you have not deviated from the
right path."
"The quality of patience involves tolerance. Yes, but
there are many ways of tolerating. You may be exasperated by certain actions or
words, and even if you remain motionless and silent you may be boiling inside
with feelings of anger and rebellion. This happens, especially when you have to
be subjected to the authority of someone senior to you: even if they take
advantage of the situation, you don't move, you say nothing, knowing that if
you retorted you would only make matters worse. But then, you chew over your
grievances for hours, you fret and it hurts. Well, that is not what patience
is.
Patience, true patience, is accompanied by a sense of strength and peace, so it
implies considerable previous inner work. You have to have acquired a great
deal of wisdom before you can eventually be patient."
"When you decide to walk a spiritual path, know that
there will always be people who will put obstacles in your way or try to
destroy your enthusiasm. This is normal. They are incapable of understanding
all the luminous, generous thoughts and feelings you are nourishing within your
heart and soul. But instead of becoming discouraged and giving up your work, or
brooding about the situation, you must redouble your efforts. Remember how
resourceful you are, that heaven has given you all kinds of possibilities, all
kinds of faculties and forces, and that it is up to you to stand fast and
persevere in your task.
Why sacrifice your evolution, your inner wealth to the judgment and ill will of
others? Who are they that you should bow to them? Continue to work, and one day
they will be forced to recognize that it is you who are on the right path."
"You say you want to be happy? Then work. True happiness
lies in work, but obviously in work of a higher order than that which allows
people to earn a living for themselves or their family. This work is necessary,
but it is not enough. In order to be happy, men and women must learn to work
with thought, feeling, imagination, and will-power, in order to prepare in the
invisible the coming of a world of peace, harmony, and light. It is in this
work that you will find fulfilment, and whatever the circumstances may be, this
work will always be there for you. Upheavals in society may deprive you of all
your usual activities, but you can do this inner work everywhere, even in the
most difficult conditions, even in the other world. Because no one can take
your intelligence, your heart, or your will from you; these are the only true
riches you can always count on. "
"However great the successes and victories in your
inner life may be, keep your modesty. And to stay modest you must think it is
not you who should be given the credit, but the Lord, who gave you these gifts,
these qualities with which you were able to overcome the obstacles in your
path. So, each time you have achieved something, say: ‘It is not to me, Lord,
it is not to me, but to You this glory is due.' Otherwise you risk falling into
the clutches of arrogance and vanity, and that has already happened to many. So
when you are being congratulated, when you are being told you are wonderful,
extraordinary, repeat this formula: ‘It is not to me, Lord, but to You this
glory is due.' Without wanting to, other people can set traps for you. They
keep singing your praises and you end up believing them, and therein lies the
danger. You must work for the glory of God and if people praise you, then you
must transfer this praise to Him. Only then will heaven consider you a true
servant of God. And remember that your true glory is not your personal glory,
but the glory of God."
"Speech and writing consist in putting words together
by arranging and organizing them; so these are acts of creation. Every person
can use words either to create joy, trust, love and light in others, or to
create sadness, darkness, illness or despair, and in the latter case they are
creating monsters, even if they use the best style to express themselves.
True evolution consists in learning to make use of words, either spoken or
written, with a divine end in mind, in other words to use elements of the Word
solely to create what is right, good and beautiful. Those who work consciously
in this direction are participating in God’s work, and the day will come when
they will be recruited as his workers. For creation is not yet complete, the
Creator continues to work, and he needs workers to bring him stones, sand and
materials, symbolically speaking. ‘That’s all we’re good for?’ you’ll ask. Yes,
and don’t feel offended; it is certainly not us the Creator will choose to play
the most important role, but it is glorious to participate at any level in this
divine work."
"Feelings of discontent can be compared to a substance
we can work on and alter, but only if we do so before it solidifies and becomes
too resistant. Let us take an image. You have carelessly put your feet into
liquid cement, and you stand there thinking about something else. The cement
begins to solidify and soon becomes so hard that you find yourself trapped.
Someone will have to find tools to break it apart, and you risk being injured.
Well, this is what happens in the inner life. If you do not quickly correct
certain mistakes and shortcomings, soon it is too late: the repairs are very
expensive and may lead to further damage."
"Love and wisdom are the two foundations of the
psychic life. Like heat, love expands consciousness, and like light, wisdom
illuminates it. On the screen of your consciousness, an image may be large but
blurred, or it may be very precise but very small. This is because, in the
first instance, you did not know how to work with wisdom; and, in the second
instance, you did not know how to work with love. Wisdom and love must be
brought into play together, so that our conscience is at the same time vast and
enlightened.
"To avoid succumbing to the temptations of evil
spirits, the disciple must develop two principle qualities: discernment and
humility. Discernment is a quality of the intellect, whereas humility is a
quality of the heart.
Discernment allows us in any given circumstance to distinguish the true from
the false, reality from appearances. It shows us the right path to follow and
how to avoid pitfalls. Only good judgement protects us from mistakes and
illusions.
As for humility – a quality greatly neglected and even scorned – we can only
appreciate its value if we understand the dangers of its opposite attitude:
pride. Pride shuts us off from the divine world, blocking the currents which
bring us the living waters of heaven. This is why, as we cultivate the discernment
which shows us the right path to follow, we must at the same time cultivate the
humility which opens us up to the life-giving currents of the divine world, so
vital to our progress along this path."
"‘Working according to the laws of wisdom and the
methods of love – that is the programme’, said the Master Peter Deunov. Wisdom
indicates the ideal we must aim for, and this programme will occupy us for all
eternity. To achieve it, we must adopt the methods of love, by living each
minute very attentively. The laws represent the fixed points by which we orient
ourselves, and the methods are our tools. The methods of love allow us to
achieve the grand aims of wisdom. Those who believe they can attain wisdom
while neglecting love are mistaken: they will wither away and turn to dust.
There are numerous methods of love – they enable us to make exchanges with the
whole of nature through breathing, nutrition and contemplation of the rising
sun; exchanges with human beings by showing kindness, generosity and patience,
and exchanges with the divine world through meditation and prayer."
"When you deposit money in an account, you do not
expect to get interest on it the next day; you have to wait, and the longer you
wait, the higher the interest. Well, exactly the same law applies on the
spiritual plane. You work with considerable love, patience and trust, but to
begin with you see no results. It is normal; do not become discouraged. If you
give way to discouragement, it is because you still fail to decode the meaning
of the laws that govern social life. Well, as you can see, to understand the
laws of spiritual work, you must know the rules of banking and administration!
This will help you understand that you must be in no hurry, and just work.
Blessings will then shower on you from all sides. Even if you try to run away,
it will be impossible; the whole universe will shower extraordinary riches on
your head, because you will have brought them on yourself."
"We cannot deny that most people are sensitive and
good-hearted, but they have a strange way of showing it. When they see an
abandoned or mistreated child or poor people dying of hunger in a film or a
play, they readily shed a few tears. But on their way home, when they pass a
beggar whose wretched face should catch their eye and arouse their pity, they
don’t even notice him. And when they get home, they are rough with their
children or ignore them, when what they need is attention and tenderness. Yes,
it is extraordinary: at the cinema or the theatre people are sensitive, they
are touched, but faced with the same thing in life they too often close their
eyes and their heart.
Humans still have a lot to learn about true sensitivity and how to express it…
to say nothing of their sensitivity towards the divine world! How many are
capable of shedding tears before the beauty of the divine world, of
experiencing such overwhelming emotion that their whole being is reborn,
purified and regenerated?"
"Many people think they can resolve their problems by
changing the outer conditions of their existence. In reality they are like the
little birds who complained to their mother: ‘We don't want to stay in this
nest any longer, mother. It isn't clean. Let's move to another nest that is
cleaner and more comfortable.' And the mother bird responds, ‘Well, I can
understand your disgust, and we could move to another nest, but won't you be
bringing your little bottoms along with you? If so, the new nest will quickly
become as dirty as the last, since it is you who makes the mess.'
And it is the same with human beings: when their world begins to look
uninhabitable, they dream of paradise. But if they were allowed to enter
paradise with their hearts and minds full of impurities, it would soon become a
repulsive place. They must first of all change themselves because, once they
are pure, wherever they may go, their dwellings also will remain clean. Instead
of seeking to change your outer conditions, you must change yourself."
"The law of necessity, the law of free will and the
law of divine Providence:
these three laws govern the destiny of three categories of beings.
Those who have sought only to satisfy their most basic needs during the course
of successive incarnations are subject to the law of necessity. They have
become so deeply immersed in matter that they no longer have any freedom of
movement. There is only one path for them, a very difficult one which they
are forced to walk.
The law of free will governs beings who are more evolved. Although their
freedom is limited, in their previous lives they have thought and acted in such
a way that they are now allowed to choose their own direction.
As for the law of divine Providence,
it governs the initiates and great masters who have always worked for the
light. Their eyes see the vastness and splendour of life, and because the light
dwells within them they are truly free."
"It’s so touching to see the efforts young children
make when they’re learning to walk! They stagger, fall over, pick themselves
up, fall over once more, but they always get up again… Whereas, when elderly
people fall over, they have to wait to be helped to their feet, and when
they’ve been helped up, they may have to be taken to hospital.
What lesson can we draw from these two examples? Children and elderly people
are symbolic of the two attitudes people can adopt in the way they lead their
life. So many people who have decided to work on improving themselves give up
the first time they fail, saying, ‘That’s it, I won’t try a second time.’ Well,
they have the character, soul, thoughts and feelings of an old person; they
will not enter the kingdom of God, for the kingdom of God
is for children. Jesus said so: ‘Unless you… become like children, you will
never enter the kingdom of heaven.’ It’s worth making the effort thousands of
times if necessary and, however much you fall, it’s worth picking yourself up again
to carry on walking."
"Even if you are the most disadvantaged, deprived of
creatures, you have no right to think that your life is lost. Your intellect,
your heart, your physical body may be in a sorry state, but you must realize
that there is always something you can do. And what might this be? Even simply
concentrating on the qualities you would like to have. Work relentlessly at
forming a picture in your mind of how you would ideally like to be. You will
have results in the next incarnation and even in this one something will change
in you because of the efforts you are making.
No wish, no desire, be it good or bad, remains without results. The moment you
have a wish, it is realized in the invisible world. It takes a long time for it
to be realized in the physical plane, but as you wait, the very beauty of this
wish begins to reflect on you and impregnate the whole of your being."
"Many people find the idea of the spiritual life
frightening, as they are under the impression that they will be throwing
themselves into the void. Obviously, throwing oneself into the void is
frightening and dangerous, but only for those whose wings haven't yet grown or
who haven't learned to spread them. If they let their wings grow and they
practise flying every day, they won't run any risk.
What does this image mean? That those who are truly motivated by the desire to
put themselves in service to the spirit cannot fall - they will spread their
wings and fly into space. Staying firmly on the ground without the desire to
rise doesn't necessarily keep you from falling; on the contrary. And the fact
that some have been lost in flight as a result of choosing the spiritual life
means that the motivations inspiring their decision were not pure,
disinterested and truly spiritual."
"The feeling of loneliness is one of the most terrible
forms of suffering that human beings can experience. Each of us needs to find
someone with whom we can share our thoughts, feelings, and aspirations, someone
with whom we can exchange harmoniously every day. This ideal being is obviously
very difficult to find, and many books have explained the anguish and suffering
experienced by the failure to discover what some have called the twin
soul! But, in reality, the human soul can only be filled definitively and
completely by God. If you wish to conquer solitude and to feel that you are not
alone every day, that you are surrounded by beings who love and understand you,
and that you yourself are filled with a great presence of joy and light, you
must unite with God. But you must unite with God in His manifested form, which
means to unite with His wisdom, His love, and His truth. For the person who
places love in his heart, wisdom in his head, and truth in his will, solitude
no longer exists. "
"Some people have kept up their childhood habit of
praying before going to sleep. They live any old how during the day, and then,
come the evening, they say a little prayer asking God to forgive them for their
faults. Well, it isn't enough, and if they act like that the devil will always
be with them - as with the monk in the following story.
Yes, there was once a good old monk in a monastery who drank and drank: every
day the level in the wine barrels would get visibly lower. Every evening, he
would say his prayers - a bit sheepishly, of course - asking God to forgive
him, after which, his conscience salved, he would go to sleep peacefully, and
the next day he would begin again. This went on for years... Then, one evening,
he forgot to say his prayers. And what should happen but during the night he
feels someone shaking him and saying, 'Hey! You didn't say your prayers
tonight. Come on, get up, hurry up, you've got to pray!' He wakes up, rubs his
eyes, and who should he see but the devil?! Yes, it was the devil waking him
up, for that's who was urging him to pray every evening. Why? To prevent him
from mending his ways. Since the monk asked heaven for forgiveness when he said
his prayers, his conscience was clear, and the next day he would start drinking
again to the devil's great delight. The story tells us that, when he understood
this, the monk was so frightened he gave up drinking for good. "
"Seek the Kingdom of God, hope for the Kingdom of God
and nothing else, because the Kingdom of God is a state of perfection, of
fulfilment, comprising everything: health, wealth, beauty, order, freedom,
peace, wisdom, love, joy, and more. So, instead of naming all these blessings
in your meditations and your prayers it is less ‘labour intensive' to talk of
the Kingdom of God, which is the synthesis of all of these. People say: ‘If
only I were powerful; if only I were rich; if only I were beautiful.' But these
are only individual aspects, attributes of the Kingdom of God,
and as soon as we begin to wish for something in particular, we create an
imbalance. The Kingdom
of God is above all a
state of equilibrium and harmony, and if we seek one individual thing, it is
obviously at the detriment of something else, and already the seeds of
imbalance are sown. Everything our soul, our spirit, our heart, our intellect,
our physical body need is contained in these words: the Kingdom of God."
"You will understand what love truly is when you stop
thinking of it as a feeling. Feeling is necessarily subject to variation, depending
on who it is meant for, while genuine love is a state of consciousness
independent of beings and circumstances.
To love is not to have a feeling for someone but to live in love and do
everything with love - speak, walk, eat, breathe, study with love... Love arises
when we have brought all our organs, cells and faculties into a state of
harmony, so that they vibrate in unison in light and peace. So love is a
permanent state of consciousness. Those who have attained this state of
consciousness feel their whole being imbued with divine fluids, and everything
they do is a melody."
Barack Obama has come out with a dynamite ad following up on
the idea put forth by Newt Gingrich and Rick Santorum. Namely that Mitt's experience at Bain was
that of a rapacious vulture capitalist.
I'm going to take it one step further and truly define Mitt Romney. He's Pauley.
That ladies and gentlemen is Bain, they're bust out artists. Stay tuned to for how President Obama tells the same story.
Newark Mayor Cory Booker called it his "come to Jesus moment" when he ran into a burning building to save a neighbor's life.
Booker arrived home last night to discover his next-door neighbor's house on fire, and rescued a young woman trapped upstairs by carrying here through the flames, suffering second-degree burns in the process
I think we've all heard about the heroic actions of Mayor Booker and how Twitter erupted in admiration. I had so much fun constructing Cory Booker stories I thought I'd collect and share them.
When Cory Booker goes on Fox they tell the truth
When Cory Booker visited the planet Pandora the inhabitants put on Cory Booker avatars
The world standard for a meter is taken from a cast of the manly girth of Cory Bookers di...ameter
Booker was given A Red Ryder BB gun with a compass in the stock and a thing which tells time he put the gun's eye out
When Skynet became aware it heard of Cory Booker and killed itself
Upon meeting Cory Booker Mr. Spock wept with joy
Muhammad Ali called Cory Booker a bad man
Cory Booker can't enjoy Mardi Gras for all the naked women throwing beads and trinkets at him
Michael Jackson learned to moonwalk by watching Cory Booker sleepwalk
Cory Booker can tell cats to sit and they do it every time
It has been foretold the only way the Cubs will ever win the world series is if Chicago elects Cory Booker
Ann Romney left the house and went to work because she heard Cory Booker was going to be her supervisor
When Cory Booker was born and the Doctor spanked his bum Cory beat him about the head and shoulders until he apologized
Cory Booker told Prince he looked better in purple
Miss Piggy left Kermit to be a groupie for Cory Booker
Cory Booker once expelled gas in the Sea of Japan.... Godzilla emerged
Cory Booker must be careful when he weeps as his tears have the same characteristics as Alien Blood
When Newt Gingrich went to build his moon base he found Cory Booker had already opened a Disneyworld
Satan lost his soul in a Texas Hold'em game to Cory Booker, Booker was holding a Jack Two
Cory Booker has no need for money his smile is legal tender
Cory Booker gave Stevie Wonder his first harmonica
The Scylla and Charybdis are trapped between Cory Booker
When they opened Pandora's Box Cory Booker was in there playing spades
During forest fire season Cory Booker is hired by western states to spit out of airplanes
Cory Booker was found to be better than true love AND an MLT where the mutton is nice and lean
Cory Booker was forced to fight Miyamoto Musashi in honorable combat..Decapitated him with a Popsicle stick
Mace Windu was Padawan to Cory Booker
Cory Booker once swam the Atlantic and was tragically sideswiped by a ship. #RIPHMSTitanic
When Cory Booker visits Africa he must be mindful not to wave in concern for the hurricanes that would certainly spawn
Stephen Hawking once received a kiss on the forehead from Cory Booker and awoke knowing calculus
When discussing Cory Booker Shaft shuts his mouth
When Cory Booker's doctor lifts his testicles to check for a hernia he has to use a forklift
When Cory Booker appears to jump in the air it is actually the earth fleeing his approach
The power of Cory Booker's will fuels Green Lanterns in 3 full galaxies
Cory Booker once fell out of a 10 story building and broke the earth's leg
When spoken through the Weirding module the name Cory Booker kills. #KwisatzHaderach
I heard as a child Cory Booker urinated in an S-10 pickup truck. That vehicle is now Optimus Prime
“Red solo cup, I’ll fill you up, let’s have a party, let’s have a party”
You can get the damndest country songs stuck in your head hanging around with white friends, and growing up just outside of Ft. Sill Oklahoma a little black boy doesn't have many choices and the Indians are on the reservation.
Sport and I met when I was 13. Moms moved us back to Oklahoma to be next to Master Sergeant Grampa U.S. Army Retired and the pee wee football coach discovered I’d arrive at the ball hard and fast while Sport would get there fast and hard. I love that fool like people love brothers they don’t have to live with, like someone comfortable even though he is a country fuck.
When he called me that Saturday morning talking about going noodling I knew I had other things to do. Grampa said he was going to kick my ass if I didn’t get the pole barn put up on his land out the other way, but his threats usually came with a smile and I got things done anyhow even if it wasn’t on his time so I let him talk me into it without having to talk about my Momma.
You could always hear Sport coming even before you saw him and that’s even if he wasn’t saddled up to Miss Chatelaine his overly loud F-150 but when he was in her the next county could. Black folks aint the only ones who like loud music, but the difference is in the bass and not the guitar.
Sport got to the little trailer I stay in on Gramps land far enough away for privacy but close enough for dinner right as the sun was rising. Miss Chatelaine loud as ever would have brought gramps out with one of his guns if I were any closer.
“S’up Soul Brother”
“S’up Sport”
we said repeating the greeting that we’d shared a million times before.
Sport’s actual name was Hartwell Carver and his family had been in Oklahoma since they first shot the gun to let the White man carve out sections of it for their very own. We were going to go to one of the many little lakes that dot the landscape that was on one of his uncle’s stakes.
“Soul Brother where’s beer?”
Sport didn't have many words but the ones he spoke had meaning.
“Yeah Sport grab the cooler, but us a case on ice before the stores closed last night. Was gonna take it to the head myself putting up the pole barn but I ‘spect there’s enough to share with yo ass”.
I don’t know how people go hungry in Oklahoma when there is noodling. It’s all about holes and you don’t even need bait, hell you’re the bait. You get yourself down in the muddy water and kind of bob along the banks looking for a hole. In a good 3 out of 5 of those things you can find a throwback creature that was going to be the star of my apology to Grampa the good out the frying pan 45 pound catfish. Just bob along the bank stick your foot in wait for him to bite it with that sandpaper mouth of his and yank his behind on out.
Sport and I filled up Ms. Chatelaine with the cooler and all the gear we’d need in ourselves and headed out before 7 in the morning had really got there stopped by the local McDonalds for 8 mcmuffins apiece as a light snack and headed for the spot. Sport had the ability to take a sandwich in multiples and had downed all 8 by the time we got to turn off the highway and the bare road that led to the lake I still had 3 left I’d leave in Ms. Chatelaine and let Sport try and talk me out of later.
“Sport I can’t take this sad shit anymore let a brother start the day undepressed”
he was feeling cool that day cause he let me without bitching and soon as I reached down into my backpack to pull out some ¾ beat BOOM both of us hit our heads on the roof as Miss Chatelaine bucked.
“The fuck Sport how many times we been down this road for you to be hitting bumps and shit”
“Ayup twernt no bump”
Sport said rubbing the contact on his head like it felt good.
“Well whatever, dude watch that”
he answered with the national gesture of Sportania his middle finger.
I hoped out of Miss Chatelaine to open the gate to the last quarter mile or so to the lake we were fishing in and let Sport drive on up. I wanted to get a little warm up in before we hoped in that cold water so I jogged the last bit in. By the time I got to the bank Sport had already cracked a beer and tossed me one. I chugged it down without taking a breath and we both jumped in the water. No need to torture yourself with tippy toeing in better to take the bull by the horns.
Bobbing in the water is pleasant. The Oklahoma sun is plenty hot and it does shine through the water but the water is so cool we played like hippos regulating our temperature by either stooping down or standing up as the day demanded.
Sport got lucky in his first few holes and pulled out fish that would satisfy both our families before 1 o’clock. Me I couldn’t seem to get a good grip on the one I saw plus when he bit me he rubbed my knuckles so raw I actually yelped. Wasn’t fun hearing Sport tease me about my bitchiness but damn it hurt. We had just got done sitting on a bank about half a mile from Ms. Chatelaine arguing over who was going to have to lug the fish back when I felt it. Felt like a current, but this lake was one of the ones hooked up to the Ogallala aquifer it didn’t have a river to feed it that was above ground, but dang I could feel a pull. Round about that time the pull started to get strong enough for even Sport to notice it and we stared at each other and jumped the fuck out.
It was an amazing sight. The middle of the lake started to whip up like one of Momma’s lemon chiffon toppings accompanied by a sort of hum. Sport and I headed back for the truck forgetting about the catch he’d worked so hard to pull out of them holes and as we were jogging back to the car the lake started to hum some more, like a negro spiritual being sung by a fog horn on crack it hummed.
We got on Miss Chatelaine climbed up on her roof and spied the lake which had moved from lemon pie to crashing half a mile wide whirl pool. The water was angry and heading elsewhere and for half an hour we watched it saying very little beyond “dayum” then it was over. Lake Get Us Some Fish was empty as a whores heart and not near as pretty. All I got out of Sport for the next 10 minutes of staring was
“Sheeite”
“Red solo cup, I’ll fill you up, let’s have a party, let’s have a party”
You can get the damndest country songs stuck in your head hanging around with white friends, and growing up just outside of Ft. Sill Oklahoma a little black boy doesn't have many choices and the Indians are on the reservation.
Sport and I met when I was 13. Moms moved us back to Oklahoma to be next to Master Sergeant Grampa U.S. Army Retired and the pee wee football coach discovered I’d arrive at the ball hard and fast while Sport would get there fast and hard. I love that fool like people love brothers they don’t have to live with, like someone comfortable even though he is a country fuck.
When he called me that Saturday morning talking about going noodling I knew I had other things to do. Grampa said he was going to kick my ass if I didn’t get the pole barn put up on his land out the other way, but his threats usually came with a smile and I got things done anyhow even if it wasn’t on his time so I let him talk me into it without having to talk about my Momma.
You could always hear Sport coming even before you saw him and that’s even if he wasn’t saddled up to Miss Chatelaine his overly loud F-150 but when he was in her the next county could. Black folks aint the only ones who like loud music, but the difference is in the bass and not the guitar.
Sport got to the little trailer I stay in on Gramps land far enough away for privacy but close enough for dinner right as the sun was rising. Miss Chatelaine loud as ever would have brought gramps out with one of his guns if I were any closer.
“S’up Soul Brother”
“S’up Sport”
we said repeating the greeting that we’d shared a million times before.
Sport’s actual name was Hartwell Carver and his family had been in Oklahoma since they first shot the gun to let the White man carve out sections of it for their very own. We were going to go to one of the many little lakes that dot the landscape that was on one of his uncle’s stakes.
“Soul Brother where’s beer?”
Sport didn't have many words but the ones he spoke had meaning.
“Yeah Sport grab the cooler, but us a case on ice before the stores closed last night. Was gonna take it to the head myself putting up the pole barn but I ‘spect there’s enough to share with yo ass”.
I don’t know how people go hungry in Oklahoma when there is noodling. It’s all about holes and you don’t even need bait, hell you’re the bait. You get yourself down in the muddy water and kind of bob along the banks looking for a hole. In a good 3 out of 5 of those things you can find a throwback creature that was going to be the star of my apology to Grampa the good out the frying pan 45 pound catfish. Just bob along the bank stick your foot in wait for him to bite it with that sandpaper mouth of his and yank his behind on out.
Sport and I filled up Ms. Chatelaine with the cooler and all the gear we’d need in ourselves and headed out before 7 in the morning had really got there stopped by the local McDonalds for 8 mcmuffins apiece as a light snack and headed for the spot. Sport had the ability to take a sandwich in multiples and had downed all 8 by the time we got to turn off the highway and the bare road that led to the lake I still had 3 left I’d leave in Ms. Chatelaine and let Sport try and talk me out of later.
“Sport I can’t take this sad shit anymore let a brother start the day undepressed”
he was feeling cool that day cause he let me without bitching and soon as I reached down into my backpack to pull out some ¾ beat BOOM both of us hit our heads on the roof as Miss Chatelaine bucked.
“The fuck Sport how many times we been down this road for you to be hitting bumps and shit”
“Ayup twernt no bump”
Sport said rubbing the contact on his head like it felt good.
“Well whatever, dude watch that”
he answered with the national gesture of Sportania his middle finger.
I hoped out of Miss Chatelaine to open the gate to the last quarter mile or so to the lake we were fishing in and let Sport drive on up. I wanted to get a little warm up in before we hoped in that cold water so I jogged the last bit in. By the time I got to the bank Sport had already cracked a beer and tossed me one. I chugged it down without taking a breath and we both jumped in the water. No need to torture yourself with tippy toeing in better to take the bull by the horns.
Bobbing in the water is pleasant. The Oklahoma sun is plenty hot and it does shine through the water but the water is so cool we played like hippos regulating our temperature by either stooping down or standing up as the day demanded.
Sport got lucky in his first few holes and pulled out fish that would satisfy both our families before 1 o’clock. Me I couldn’t seem to get a good grip on the one I saw plus when he bit me he rubbed my knuckles so raw I actually yelped. Wasn’t fun hearing Sport tease me about my bitchiness but damn it hurt. We had just got done sitting on a bank about half a mile from Ms. Chatelaine arguing over who was going to have to lug the fish back when I felt it. Felt like a current, but this lake was one of the ones hooked up to the Ogallala aquifer it didn’t have a river to feed it that was above ground, but dang I could feel a pull. Round about that time the pull started to get strong enough for even Sport to notice it and we stared at each other and jumped the fuck out.
It was an amazing sight. The middle of the lake started to whip up like one of Momma’s lemon chiffon toppings accompanied by a sort of hum. Sport and I headed back for the truck forgetting about the catch he’d worked so hard to pull out of them holes and as we were jogging back to the car the lake started to hum some more, like a negro spiritual being sung by a fog horn on crack it hummed.
We got on Miss Chatelaine climbed up on her roof and spied the lake which had moved from lemon pie to crashing half a mile wide whirl pool. The water was angry and heading elsewhere and for half an hour we watched it saying very little beyond “dayum” then it was over. Lake Get Us Some Fish was empty as a whores heart and not near as pretty. All I got out of Sport for the next 10 minutes of staring was
“Sheeite”
