Narcissism (i.e., selfishness, self-importance, egotism, self-absorption, conceit) is characteristically synonymous with all the “Pisces” I know.
Jealousy is a dangerous character flaw the drives all the Pisces I know.
Greed is an obsession with all the Pisces I know.
Scheming is second-nature to all the Pisces I know.
Pathalogoical Lying is epic with Pisces and they believe their own lies; and will attack you if you don't believe them.
Sociopath: All of my Pisces are sociopaths. They're mentally ill. They are not capable of feeling love, compassion, remorse, or guilt. They have no empathy for anyone. And they think you are crazy for being able to do so.
The true anatomy of all of my Pisces consists of deceit; having no loyalty to no one; back-stabbing; incapable of compassion or consideration; they show absolutely no remorse or guilt for the horrible and unimaginable things they do to people. If they are unsuccessful at manipulating, controlling, or influencing you, they make it an occupation to assassinate your character and your relationships with others. All of my Pisces are dangerous, i.e., they have physically stabbed members of their own family with knives. They're habitual at threatening to hurt or kill you in the worst manners; and are notorius for drawing knives on people, even guns. My daughter has stabbed her son twice, and has a history of trying or threatening to kill others, including her father.
All of my Pisces are dangerously jealous of people who share close relationships among themselves, and if they are permitted to be in those circles, they will dedicate every moment to destroying those relationships--one-by-one or in group fashion. The females are especially dangerous because they envy their female friends and their respective lives. They will destroy their female friends' intimate relationships and their relationships with their children. They destroy relationships between siblings, co-workers, etc.
All of my Pisces (many in my family) possess all of the above traits in concert with being pathological liars, sneaky, and extremely stingy, greedy, and materialistic parasites. Money is the only thing my Pisces truly love, and they do anything to get it, even destroy people and relationships. They lie and ruin the characters of other people via stories they create to gain sympathy. Pisces play the "victim" role while they are searching for victims. In most instances, my Pisces won’t come right out and ask you for money. Rather, they’ll give you a sob story to manipulate you into offering [them] what they want.
The Pisces (males and females) in my life, on the surface, appear to be gentle, soft-spoken, and genuine. To the contrary, they are very abusive, undoubtedly heartless, extremely jealous, cold, calculating con artists. They live highly compartmentalized lives, working hard at keeping everyone separated so that people cannot compare instances, verify, get wind of, or find out my Pisces use[d] deception to swindle people out of what they want[ed]. They are always very nervous and paranoid. Constant complaints about head-aches is the first ruse (trick) they'll use to see who will be attentive to them.
All of my Pisces are dangerous psychopathic sociopaths. They are in constant need of and in search of victims. They are violent when they cannot have their way and are completely incapable of empathy. They are incapable of feeling remorse or guilt. They will come right out and tell you they don't give a f---! They are obsessively jealous of people and their relationships with others, including relationships among relatives. According to “Wiki-Answers,” the following is a list of personality traits of a sociopath (and everything on this list applies to all the Pisces in my life):
• “Glibness/superficial charm
• Manipulative and cunning
• Grandiose sense of self
• Pathological lying
• Lack of remorse, shame or guilt
• Shallow emotions
• Incapacity for love
• Need for stimulation
• Callousness/lack of empathy
• Poor behavioral controls/impulsive nature
• Early behavior problems/juvenile delinquency
• Irresponsibility/unreliability
• Promiscuous sexual behavior/infidelity
• Lack of realistic life plan/parasitic lifestyle
• Criminal or entrepreneurial versatility
• Contemptuous of those who seek to understand them
• Does not perceive that anything is wrong with them
• Authoritarian
• Secretive
• Paranoid
• Only rarely in difficulty with the law, but seeks out situations where their tyrannical behavior will be tolerated, condoned, or admired
• Conventional appearance
• Goal of enslavement of their victim(s)
• Exercises despotic control over every aspect of the victim's life
• Has an emotional need to justify their crimes and therefore needs their victim's affirmation (respect, gratitude and love)
• Ultimate goal is the creation of a willing victim
• Incapable of real human attachment to another
• Unable to feel remorse or guilt
• Narcissism, grandiosity (self-importance not based on achievements).”
When they are caught in a lie, they act as though they haven’t lied at all—showing no shame. They commit horrendous acts against you, and say horrific things to and about you, then re-approach you as though they’ve done nothing at all.
My Pisces have tendencies to gravitate towards seedy people in order to feel or demonstrate superiority. They respond better to abusive people or people who reject them than they do to people who try to show them love and respect. If you reject them, you'll never be able to get rid of them--they become stalkers.
My Pisces do not like children—even their own. They consider them to be burdens and will do or say anything to entice others to financially support them. Some of them have admitted they did not want their child or children. My own daughter has said this to me many times.* (*Note: Statements such as this motivated me to conduct a decade-long study of the Pisces in my life and I discovered that all of them are identical in character.)
My Pisces will pretend to be absolutely destitute (poor and always struggling). They will do nothing for you unless they plan to con you out of more than they gave or did for you. If my Pisces did anything for anyone, they swindled that person out of substantially more than they gave—and they kept coming back for more.
My Pisces’ betray everyone in their lives. They are incapable of maintaining relationships. They hate people that love life, people, places, and things. They hate you because they cannot control you, but they'll pretend to be your friend because they're obessed with conquering you. They have no remorse; show no emotion or shame. They even laugh in the faces of people they deceive, hurt, or otherwise destroy emotionally and/or financially when they get caught doing it. I'm confident you've seen the smirk.
If your Pisces is anything like the Pisces in my life, let them know then let them go like I did. They are dangerously self-absorbed and will never change. They will completely drain you and your finances. They do not love you--they are incapable of any human-feelings of love, respect, regret. They are empty. They are driven by extreme anger, jealously, destruction, and an unrelenting desire to control everything and anyone.
In the meantime, if your Pisces is anything like all of the Pisces in my life, I’ll pray for you while you maintain any semblance of a relationship with your Pisces until you are able to let go.
I’m not saying all Pisces possess the traits described above. I’m only saying all the Pisces in my family and the ones I know up close and personal are all of the above. They're really sick, and you better believe it.
Tried, tested, experienced, and true!
Love, Saishe!
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Don't Give Your Son to Gangs
There are many variables as to why “our” sons (and daughters) join gangs. But the main variables that influence their decision to become a gang-member are their need and desire for:
1. Love (Acceptance and A Sense of Belonging)
2. Material Gain
This may sound cliché, but the principle reason why our children are turning to gangs in large numbers is because they are looking for someone to love them.
If you take the time to ask one delinquent child for the reason(s) they belong to a gang, 9 out of ten (if not ten-out-of-ten) will tell you that their fellow gang members love and care about them. Then you’ll wonder how they know that.
When gangs are recruiting your child, they tell your child that they (gang members) love and care about them. They prey on your child’s emotional and material deficits. Gangs promise your child recognition (attention), praise (love), and access to the material things they desire. These are the initial captivating lures gangs use to recruit your child away from you and onto a path of crime, incarceration, and death.
Parents have a tendency to believe that providing for a child is sufficient enough demonstration of their love. But in reality, it isn’t. A child needs to hear and feel comfort like a hug and kiss. They want to feel reassured, and they want to be shown and told—often—that they are loved.
Gang members pump your child up all the while turning them away from you by telling them (feeding on the child’s belief) that you don’t love them.
Believe it or not: The demonstration of love and affection with your child is your best and first line of defense against gangs. I know it works—tried, tested, and true.
With all the children in my life—and there are hundreds—I use[d] a common theme to capture and retain their attention and trust, and that is: I always tell them that I love them, even when I have to be firm and unrelenting in a position that is for their best interest. After disagreements, I never allow a child to depart from me without a hug and a reassurance that I still do and always will love and care about them.
When the children (and young adults) in my life are in disagreement with or seething mad at me, I demand a hug—it softens the situation—before we get into addressing the issue(s).
When they make me mad, I first collect myself (I quickly wrangle and strangle the monster mom in me). Next, I hug them while telling them what the problem is. Softening the atmosphere and energy between us sets the stage for me to engage rational discourse (conversation) to gain insight and/or achieve resolution. I do this without judging, degrading, or intimidating the child. If a child is degraded and intimidated, they become resentful and resistant to advice or directives. My goal is to always keep the lines of communication open with children/young adults. And because I use rational discourse in my approach, I get results.
Often, when I have to intervene on behalf of a parent to find out what is going on with their child, the platform from which I launch is already in place because I took time in the past to build and bridge it with the child. So when I approach, they are relaxed and honest with me. Not only do I let the child know that I understand and am there to help them with their situation and parent, I always make sure the child hear me and understand when I shift gears to represent their parent’s position without making the child feel I am taking sides.
I am honest enough to let a child know when their parent’s approach was wrong, disrespectful, or otherwise not well thought-out. But I give scenarios as to why their parent act[ed] that way, all of which are grounded in the rationale that their parent loves them and want the best for them. I tell them, as parents, we’re not always right, and at times, we need someone to tell us that—which I why I’m here. Also, I engage the child in helping me devise strategies that they’d like to see their parents utilize to reach them. And in closing, I always ask: Do you want me to tell your mother/father, or do you want to tell them? In most instances, the child wants me to “be there” when they tell their parent(s); and some want me to disclose their admissions.
I have asked many children/young adults why do they open-up and talk to me, as well as always tell me the truth after they have shut-down or lied to their parent(s). And 100% of the time, they tell me [it’s because] “…you’re patient…you don’t scream and cuss me out…you don’t judge me…you love me…you don’t be tripping like my mama…you listen to me…you don’t treat me like a little kid…” I have a 100% success rate in gleaning information or cooperation from children/young adults, and I feel blessed for it.
So, if don’t implement a strategy anchored by love to keep your child out of gangs, you will give your son or daughter to the gangs. If your child is already in a gang, use the same strategies to get them out. If you need help, email me at saishebrokesom@hotmail.com
Love, Saishe!
1. Love (Acceptance and A Sense of Belonging)
2. Material Gain
This may sound cliché, but the principle reason why our children are turning to gangs in large numbers is because they are looking for someone to love them.
If you take the time to ask one delinquent child for the reason(s) they belong to a gang, 9 out of ten (if not ten-out-of-ten) will tell you that their fellow gang members love and care about them. Then you’ll wonder how they know that.
When gangs are recruiting your child, they tell your child that they (gang members) love and care about them. They prey on your child’s emotional and material deficits. Gangs promise your child recognition (attention), praise (love), and access to the material things they desire. These are the initial captivating lures gangs use to recruit your child away from you and onto a path of crime, incarceration, and death.
Parents have a tendency to believe that providing for a child is sufficient enough demonstration of their love. But in reality, it isn’t. A child needs to hear and feel comfort like a hug and kiss. They want to feel reassured, and they want to be shown and told—often—that they are loved.
Gang members pump your child up all the while turning them away from you by telling them (feeding on the child’s belief) that you don’t love them.
Believe it or not: The demonstration of love and affection with your child is your best and first line of defense against gangs. I know it works—tried, tested, and true.
With all the children in my life—and there are hundreds—I use[d] a common theme to capture and retain their attention and trust, and that is: I always tell them that I love them, even when I have to be firm and unrelenting in a position that is for their best interest. After disagreements, I never allow a child to depart from me without a hug and a reassurance that I still do and always will love and care about them.
When the children (and young adults) in my life are in disagreement with or seething mad at me, I demand a hug—it softens the situation—before we get into addressing the issue(s).
When they make me mad, I first collect myself (I quickly wrangle and strangle the monster mom in me). Next, I hug them while telling them what the problem is. Softening the atmosphere and energy between us sets the stage for me to engage rational discourse (conversation) to gain insight and/or achieve resolution. I do this without judging, degrading, or intimidating the child. If a child is degraded and intimidated, they become resentful and resistant to advice or directives. My goal is to always keep the lines of communication open with children/young adults. And because I use rational discourse in my approach, I get results.
Often, when I have to intervene on behalf of a parent to find out what is going on with their child, the platform from which I launch is already in place because I took time in the past to build and bridge it with the child. So when I approach, they are relaxed and honest with me. Not only do I let the child know that I understand and am there to help them with their situation and parent, I always make sure the child hear me and understand when I shift gears to represent their parent’s position without making the child feel I am taking sides.
I am honest enough to let a child know when their parent’s approach was wrong, disrespectful, or otherwise not well thought-out. But I give scenarios as to why their parent act[ed] that way, all of which are grounded in the rationale that their parent loves them and want the best for them. I tell them, as parents, we’re not always right, and at times, we need someone to tell us that—which I why I’m here. Also, I engage the child in helping me devise strategies that they’d like to see their parents utilize to reach them. And in closing, I always ask: Do you want me to tell your mother/father, or do you want to tell them? In most instances, the child wants me to “be there” when they tell their parent(s); and some want me to disclose their admissions.
I have asked many children/young adults why do they open-up and talk to me, as well as always tell me the truth after they have shut-down or lied to their parent(s). And 100% of the time, they tell me [it’s because] “…you’re patient…you don’t scream and cuss me out…you don’t judge me…you love me…you don’t be tripping like my mama…you listen to me…you don’t treat me like a little kid…” I have a 100% success rate in gleaning information or cooperation from children/young adults, and I feel blessed for it.
So, if don’t implement a strategy anchored by love to keep your child out of gangs, you will give your son or daughter to the gangs. If your child is already in a gang, use the same strategies to get them out. If you need help, email me at saishebrokesom@hotmail.com
Love, Saishe!
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
A Daughter from Hell
In your quiet moments, have you ever contemplated whether or not your child is possessed with some unidentifiable evil force or source? The level of evil and contempt that even a mother should not forgive?
While you’re alone and reading this, go head and admit it to yourself: “My child is a demon. I don’t even know him or her. It has gotten to a point where I don’t like…”
You wonder to yourself: “Who do they take after [in the family]? What have I done to make this child so disrespect and evil?” You keep trying to point to at least one incident that derailed [the] child’s moral compass, but you can’t.
I know. I use to be like that about my daughter. But then I came to the realization that there is no helping her. She is who she is. She did not inherit her “evil,” selfish, sociopathic, psychopathic, pathological lying, money-hungry-will-do-anything-for-it characteristics from me. Rather, she inherited those traits from her father/my ex-husband and his family. She will never change.
I want to share her traits with you as a means to let you know you are not alone in dealing with a person like I’m about to describe.
I am not a trained professional in psychology, but I’ve seen, know, and researched enough to conclude that my adult daughter strongly appears to be is a sociopathic psychopath, in concert with suffering from Borderline and Narcissistic Personality Disorder, and is certainly bipolar (although she has and exhibits all the traits and behaviors, but has never been diagnosed--to my knowledge. But she is seeing a psychologist).
Following is a Profile of a Sociopath (and an extreme sociopath, i.e., “a psychopath”) that I retrieved (and I’m quoting) from information I located on the Internet that best describes my daughter (use it to identify any traits that your child or anyone close to you in your life may exhibit regularly):
• “Glibness/superficial charm
• Manipulative and cunning
• Grandiose sense of self
• Pathological lying
• Lack of remorse, shame or guilt
• Shallow emotions
• Incapacity for love
• Need for stimulation/Alcohol Abuse
• Callousness/lack of empathy
• Poor behavioral controls/impulsive nature
• Early behavior problems/juvenile delinquency
• Irresponsibility/unreliability
• Promiscuous sexual behavior/infidelity
• Lack of realistic life plan/parasitic lifestyle
• Criminal or entrepreneurial versatility
• Contemptuous (expresses hatred) of those who seek to understand them
• Does not perceive that anything is wrong with them
• Authoritarian
• Secretive
• Paranoid
• Seeks out situations where their tyrannical behavior will be tolerated, condoned, or admired
• Conventional appearance (or impeccable appearance)
• Goal of enslavement of their victim(s)
• Exercises despotic control over every aspect of the victim's life
• Has an emotional need to justify their crimes and therefore needs their victim's affirmation (respect, gratitude and love)
• Ultimate goal is the creation of a willing victim
• Incapable of real human attachment to another
• Unable to feel remorse or guilt
• Narcissism, grandiosity (self-importance not based on achievements)
• Habitual Liar
• May state readily that their goal is to rule the world”
My daughter exhibits all of the above behaviors and traits; and does not have a conscience. She is an exceptionally cruel person and a fierce liar. She’s extremely manipulative of others; very and consistently dishonest. She possesses an inability to love. She is incapable of building and maintaining lasting and "profoundly meaningful relationships.
Do you see a pattern in your child or loved one yet?
I am going to keep going. The following information was also derived from the Internet, and I’m quoting
•"Sociopaths are charming at first and may seem charming, soft-spoken, and normal to everyone around them. But they have a scary need for control. They will isolate you from friends and family and you will be tangled in their web before you know it;
•"The key characteristics of a sociopath include: (1) having no conscience, (2) inability to treat others as human beings, with feelings and rights and (3) inability to learn from experience, from life. They are narcissistic--completely self-absorbed. One result of this is gross immaturity, though it may be hidden unless one knows the person well. A sociopath behaves as if he/she were the only person in the whole world and as if everyone else exists for their benefit/pleasures and had no existence in their own right. (4) Sociopaths treat other people as toys and hanker as power to control and hurt their 'nearest and dearest'. (5) Many are monumentally self-important: They may pretend to be millionaires, when in reality they are sliding towards financial disaster. (6) Habitual dishonesty;
•"The sociopath will charm their way into your life and heart, then take complete advantage of you - your emotions, your finances, your intellect; will make you think you are the crazy one. They are 'hucksters" and will tell you a sad life story to trap you into having sympathy for them so they can con you. They will isolate you from your friends and possibly your family; can or cannot hold a job and will probably commit crimes - theft by deception, fake physical disabilities, forgery; will abuse drugs or alcohol; and live to abuse you;
•"A sociopath causes non-stop turmoil in their family; and is a charming and frightening menace.
•"It is very difficult to recognize a sociopath but in a nutshell, a sociopath is a parasite. There is no help for them because a sociopath does not want to be helped. A sociopath will attract you with their charm and bring you to his/her side, and then will toy with you, lie and show no remorse. Sometimes there will be a fake smile in their face while he/she engages in their malicious ways. When confronted, the sociopath will deny any responsibility, then back away from you and blame you for whatever wrong he/she did. What is worse, everybody will believe him/her because he/she is able to gain sympathy in a cunning and calculating way.
•"They grow up in constant conflict with authority; they are most often bitterly angry and sometimes violent adults, brittle and combative under a thin veneer of charm;
•"A sociopath uses earnest persuasiveness, expert lies, and scheming manipulations, to achieve very destructive victories. A sociopath has great skill in sculpting their world to suit their plans and fulfill their wishes.” (Note: These examples of a sociopath behavior were written by a guy who wrote this about one of his family members because he just “wants to write this…just to get it out of [his] system after all of these forty years. But it might perhaps contribute to the overall understanding of sociopathic behavior”);
•"Sociopaths appear apparently normal; they are not easily recognizable as deviant or disturbed. Although only a trained professional can make a diagnosis of whether or not someone is a sociopath, it is important to be able to recognize the personality type in order to avoid further abuse;
"A sociopath does not have to be a person that is constantly in and out of jail, failing in being able to keep a job, nor constantly being broke. Sociopath's can be wealthy, have a great history in the work place and have never had any run in with the police. What they do have is the ability to manipulate each situation to where nothing is their fault. They are quick to give praise to someone, but use that as another way to draw them further under their control. They truly have no capacity to believe that anything they have ever done is wrong - even when caught in a bold faced lie;
"They don't pre-plan their "sociopathness" and how it will effect what they want - sociopath's are naturally that way. They are the way they are - to everyone in their lives - from when they were a child, throughout their entire lives. They do not have the ability to change the way they are. They may "mellow" as they age, but their need to have control over others, the need to be impulsive and violent, their feelings that, even in lying, they never do anything wrong, and their ability to charm everyone they think they need to charm, does not leave them as they age.;
"It's also very hard for someone involved with a sociopath to be able to see what they know is happening, even after catching the sociopath in the lies and manipulation. It's incredibly hard to decide to leave a sociopath, as well as stay away from that sociopath;
"Are you involved with a psychopath (extreme sociopath)? You may not know because they can be very charming and friendly and can appear to be altruistic, until you get close and inevitably they do something threatening or immoral and then you must set limits that disappoint them. The near-constant state of frustration and dissatisfaction felt by a true psychopath is the source of not only their rages but those eerie, on-and-off-like-a-faucet tears. (Yes, tears are seen even in some men, though of course still more common in children and women);
"People with Borderline Personality Disorder become “easily excited or have high-strung temperaments” that also resembles that of a sociopath in a temporary state of excitement.) They are always nervous and complaining of a headache or fatigue--always seeking compassion from others.
“Most of the physical problems a sociopath exhibits are neurologically based,” i.e., they seem nervous all the time/high anxiety or always hurrying. For all their frantic racing around, they are really very dead inside, and this is tragic beyond description;
“People can sense that the sociopath needs something, and they keep trying to give it and the sociopath/psychopath keeps trying to take it. But the sociopath cannot truly take in that healing energy of human contact. So, the sociopath becomes frustrated and instead looks to take unfair advantage. And the caregiver may give until it does him/her damage."
They lead high compartmentalized lives--and you better not try to go into those compartments. They live this way because they live separate lives, i.e., one group of people may never know anything about the another group of people, and so on.
My daughter lives this way. She has different groups of people believing another woman is her mother, and that woman's kids are her sister and brother, and their kids are her nieces and nephews. It's crazy.
Recently, at my ex-husband's funeral, at my daughter's separate lives collided, i.e., for decades she had been telling scores of people that she did not have a relationship with me...she never talk to or see me...I've never helped her...she does not accept anything from me..." But at the funeral, everyone she had lied to found out differently, including her boyfriend who said to me when I introduced myself as her mother: "I'm confused! You're her mother?" He stared at my daughter pensively as though he was having an epiphany about her. Several minutues later, he stated to a woman sitting on his right while pointing at me on his left: This lady right here said she is her mother." Then he stared at my daugther for about a minute. He rose to his feet, exited the pew (with my daughter in tow from the front row) and exited to chapel.
When my daughter returned to the chapel he was not with her. He had completely left the funeral before the service started. Of course I made it no better because I was all over her--talking like a bell-clapper--and she was a nervous wreck. I made absolutely sure that everyone knew she had been lying for decades. I stayed and served food at the repast to make her sweat. Of yes! She 98% ignored the woman that she claim is her mother. I felt sorry for the woman because she looked hurt and as though she had an epiphany as well.
Do you recognize any of this?
If you do, let your narcissistic, psyhopathic, sociopath go. They are dangerous and they do not like or love you. They are incapable of such emotions. They are also incapable of feeling remorse. Only God help a person like this because there is NOTHING you can do to help them. They will continue to hurt or destroy you.
Believe me! I’ve experienced all of the above—repeatedly—with my daughter, which is why am qualified to recognize sociopathic, psychopathic, bipolar, narcissistic/borderline personality disorders.
Saishe!
While you’re alone and reading this, go head and admit it to yourself: “My child is a demon. I don’t even know him or her. It has gotten to a point where I don’t like…”
You wonder to yourself: “Who do they take after [in the family]? What have I done to make this child so disrespect and evil?” You keep trying to point to at least one incident that derailed [the] child’s moral compass, but you can’t.
I know. I use to be like that about my daughter. But then I came to the realization that there is no helping her. She is who she is. She did not inherit her “evil,” selfish, sociopathic, psychopathic, pathological lying, money-hungry-will-do-anything-for-it characteristics from me. Rather, she inherited those traits from her father/my ex-husband and his family. She will never change.
I want to share her traits with you as a means to let you know you are not alone in dealing with a person like I’m about to describe.
I am not a trained professional in psychology, but I’ve seen, know, and researched enough to conclude that my adult daughter strongly appears to be is a sociopathic psychopath, in concert with suffering from Borderline and Narcissistic Personality Disorder, and is certainly bipolar (although she has and exhibits all the traits and behaviors, but has never been diagnosed--to my knowledge. But she is seeing a psychologist).
Following is a Profile of a Sociopath (and an extreme sociopath, i.e., “a psychopath”) that I retrieved (and I’m quoting) from information I located on the Internet that best describes my daughter (use it to identify any traits that your child or anyone close to you in your life may exhibit regularly):
• “Glibness/superficial charm
• Manipulative and cunning
• Grandiose sense of self
• Pathological lying
• Lack of remorse, shame or guilt
• Shallow emotions
• Incapacity for love
• Need for stimulation/Alcohol Abuse
• Callousness/lack of empathy
• Poor behavioral controls/impulsive nature
• Early behavior problems/juvenile delinquency
• Irresponsibility/unreliability
• Promiscuous sexual behavior/infidelity
• Lack of realistic life plan/parasitic lifestyle
• Criminal or entrepreneurial versatility
• Contemptuous (expresses hatred) of those who seek to understand them
• Does not perceive that anything is wrong with them
• Authoritarian
• Secretive
• Paranoid
• Seeks out situations where their tyrannical behavior will be tolerated, condoned, or admired
• Conventional appearance (or impeccable appearance)
• Goal of enslavement of their victim(s)
• Exercises despotic control over every aspect of the victim's life
• Has an emotional need to justify their crimes and therefore needs their victim's affirmation (respect, gratitude and love)
• Ultimate goal is the creation of a willing victim
• Incapable of real human attachment to another
• Unable to feel remorse or guilt
• Narcissism, grandiosity (self-importance not based on achievements)
• Habitual Liar
• May state readily that their goal is to rule the world”
My daughter exhibits all of the above behaviors and traits; and does not have a conscience. She is an exceptionally cruel person and a fierce liar. She’s extremely manipulative of others; very and consistently dishonest. She possesses an inability to love. She is incapable of building and maintaining lasting and "profoundly meaningful relationships.
Do you see a pattern in your child or loved one yet?
I am going to keep going. The following information was also derived from the Internet, and I’m quoting
•"Sociopaths are charming at first and may seem charming, soft-spoken, and normal to everyone around them. But they have a scary need for control. They will isolate you from friends and family and you will be tangled in their web before you know it;
•"The key characteristics of a sociopath include: (1) having no conscience, (2) inability to treat others as human beings, with feelings and rights and (3) inability to learn from experience, from life. They are narcissistic--completely self-absorbed. One result of this is gross immaturity, though it may be hidden unless one knows the person well. A sociopath behaves as if he/she were the only person in the whole world and as if everyone else exists for their benefit/pleasures and had no existence in their own right. (4) Sociopaths treat other people as toys and hanker as power to control and hurt their 'nearest and dearest'. (5) Many are monumentally self-important: They may pretend to be millionaires, when in reality they are sliding towards financial disaster. (6) Habitual dishonesty;
•"The sociopath will charm their way into your life and heart, then take complete advantage of you - your emotions, your finances, your intellect; will make you think you are the crazy one. They are 'hucksters" and will tell you a sad life story to trap you into having sympathy for them so they can con you. They will isolate you from your friends and possibly your family; can or cannot hold a job and will probably commit crimes - theft by deception, fake physical disabilities, forgery; will abuse drugs or alcohol; and live to abuse you;
•"A sociopath causes non-stop turmoil in their family; and is a charming and frightening menace.
•"It is very difficult to recognize a sociopath but in a nutshell, a sociopath is a parasite. There is no help for them because a sociopath does not want to be helped. A sociopath will attract you with their charm and bring you to his/her side, and then will toy with you, lie and show no remorse. Sometimes there will be a fake smile in their face while he/she engages in their malicious ways. When confronted, the sociopath will deny any responsibility, then back away from you and blame you for whatever wrong he/she did. What is worse, everybody will believe him/her because he/she is able to gain sympathy in a cunning and calculating way.
•"They grow up in constant conflict with authority; they are most often bitterly angry and sometimes violent adults, brittle and combative under a thin veneer of charm;
•"A sociopath uses earnest persuasiveness, expert lies, and scheming manipulations, to achieve very destructive victories. A sociopath has great skill in sculpting their world to suit their plans and fulfill their wishes.” (Note: These examples of a sociopath behavior were written by a guy who wrote this about one of his family members because he just “wants to write this…just to get it out of [his] system after all of these forty years. But it might perhaps contribute to the overall understanding of sociopathic behavior”);
•"Sociopaths appear apparently normal; they are not easily recognizable as deviant or disturbed. Although only a trained professional can make a diagnosis of whether or not someone is a sociopath, it is important to be able to recognize the personality type in order to avoid further abuse;
"A sociopath does not have to be a person that is constantly in and out of jail, failing in being able to keep a job, nor constantly being broke. Sociopath's can be wealthy, have a great history in the work place and have never had any run in with the police. What they do have is the ability to manipulate each situation to where nothing is their fault. They are quick to give praise to someone, but use that as another way to draw them further under their control. They truly have no capacity to believe that anything they have ever done is wrong - even when caught in a bold faced lie;
"They don't pre-plan their "sociopathness" and how it will effect what they want - sociopath's are naturally that way. They are the way they are - to everyone in their lives - from when they were a child, throughout their entire lives. They do not have the ability to change the way they are. They may "mellow" as they age, but their need to have control over others, the need to be impulsive and violent, their feelings that, even in lying, they never do anything wrong, and their ability to charm everyone they think they need to charm, does not leave them as they age.;
"It's also very hard for someone involved with a sociopath to be able to see what they know is happening, even after catching the sociopath in the lies and manipulation. It's incredibly hard to decide to leave a sociopath, as well as stay away from that sociopath;
"Are you involved with a psychopath (extreme sociopath)? You may not know because they can be very charming and friendly and can appear to be altruistic, until you get close and inevitably they do something threatening or immoral and then you must set limits that disappoint them. The near-constant state of frustration and dissatisfaction felt by a true psychopath is the source of not only their rages but those eerie, on-and-off-like-a-faucet tears. (Yes, tears are seen even in some men, though of course still more common in children and women);
"People with Borderline Personality Disorder become “easily excited or have high-strung temperaments” that also resembles that of a sociopath in a temporary state of excitement.) They are always nervous and complaining of a headache or fatigue--always seeking compassion from others.
“Most of the physical problems a sociopath exhibits are neurologically based,” i.e., they seem nervous all the time/high anxiety or always hurrying. For all their frantic racing around, they are really very dead inside, and this is tragic beyond description;
“People can sense that the sociopath needs something, and they keep trying to give it and the sociopath/psychopath keeps trying to take it. But the sociopath cannot truly take in that healing energy of human contact. So, the sociopath becomes frustrated and instead looks to take unfair advantage. And the caregiver may give until it does him/her damage."
They lead high compartmentalized lives--and you better not try to go into those compartments. They live this way because they live separate lives, i.e., one group of people may never know anything about the another group of people, and so on.
My daughter lives this way. She has different groups of people believing another woman is her mother, and that woman's kids are her sister and brother, and their kids are her nieces and nephews. It's crazy.
Recently, at my ex-husband's funeral, at my daughter's separate lives collided, i.e., for decades she had been telling scores of people that she did not have a relationship with me...she never talk to or see me...I've never helped her...she does not accept anything from me..." But at the funeral, everyone she had lied to found out differently, including her boyfriend who said to me when I introduced myself as her mother: "I'm confused! You're her mother?" He stared at my daughter pensively as though he was having an epiphany about her. Several minutues later, he stated to a woman sitting on his right while pointing at me on his left: This lady right here said she is her mother." Then he stared at my daugther for about a minute. He rose to his feet, exited the pew (with my daughter in tow from the front row) and exited to chapel.
When my daughter returned to the chapel he was not with her. He had completely left the funeral before the service started. Of course I made it no better because I was all over her--talking like a bell-clapper--and she was a nervous wreck. I made absolutely sure that everyone knew she had been lying for decades. I stayed and served food at the repast to make her sweat. Of yes! She 98% ignored the woman that she claim is her mother. I felt sorry for the woman because she looked hurt and as though she had an epiphany as well.
Do you recognize any of this?
If you do, let your narcissistic, psyhopathic, sociopath go. They are dangerous and they do not like or love you. They are incapable of such emotions. They are also incapable of feeling remorse. Only God help a person like this because there is NOTHING you can do to help them. They will continue to hurt or destroy you.
Believe me! I’ve experienced all of the above—repeatedly—with my daughter, which is why am qualified to recognize sociopathic, psychopathic, bipolar, narcissistic/borderline personality disorders.
Saishe!
Monday, October 29, 2012
Babe In Total Control of
My favorite girl--hands down--is Mother Nature--the bitch of all bitches that is to be feared.
A Babe In Total Control of Herself. In fact, this bitch--with all due respect--controls what, when, where, and how we do what we do--including what we're going to wear. Ain't that a bitch?!
Man does not predict what this bitch is going to do. This bitch predicts what man is going to do. Now how's that for [total] control. This bitch alone serves as the ultimate purveyor of the "laws of retribution." This bitch heaps retribution upon those who we are out of step with the virtues of their respective Gods. Those who are evil, who harbor malcontent or hatred of any kind in their hearts, manners, or actions, shall suffer.
When this bitch is sick of something (us), she shuts the s--- down! This is a bad bitch! Honestly! There isn't a bitch on the planet that compare--no where!
This bitch shifts the direction of oceans, lakes, and rivers; possessing an awesome multi-faceted arsenal of elemental weapons. And the wind is the most treacherous among them--it is the driving force that carries them all.
This bad bitch uses--at her will--rain, hale, sleet, snow, heat, cold, drought, floods, dust, storms of all kinds, and some more s--- we have yet to see--to put and keep us in our lowly place. This bitch makes earth-shaking calls of thunder before striking fire around, down, in, and from our a-- with bolts of lightning. The bitch is bad! Don’t make this bitch mad!
This bitch have people standing around--outside--with microphones and cameras showing and telling us what they think is about to happen. This bitch determines the status of mankind, and scares the crap out of everybody listening, looking, and affected.
Me and you, you and me: We wonder why Mother Nature would flood, burn, and blow down our homes and all we own. Really? Are we really that perplexed as to why? Okay.
Go look in the mirror. Search your heart, intent, and deeds. There in lies the answers.
"We ain't right!"
Like a rapper asked in a song: "How you gonna win if you ain't right within?" In the song, she even asks again: "How you gonna win if you ain't right within?"
You better think about what you're doing and have done. And if all isn't and hasn't been good, if Mother Nature has to rise up, it ain't going to be fun.
Some people cry and ask [their] God why does this keep happening to me?
Answer:
Go look in the mirror. Search your heart, intent, and deeds. You can't "win if you ain't right within." And keep in mind: This isn't mankind kicking your a--! It's this bitch: Mother Nature. So you better get some "act right and do right" about yourself.
Stop hating on whatever or whoever it is you hate on--remove the malice from your heart. Stop obstructing the happiness or well-being of your fellow man and help him on his mission. Start doing and giving from your heart without conditions. Stop destroying relationships and property. Learn how to love and treat people properly. Stop persecuting others for their religious beliefs, sexual orientation, race, gender, class, or culture. Treat people the way you wanted to be treated, i.e., with dignity and respect. Never seek to harm or neglect. Respect God's "green" earth and treat God's children and animals the best. Stop and think before striking a pose..you now know the drill. If you--we--don't..., Mother Nature will...!
A Babe In Total Control of Herself. In fact, this bitch--with all due respect--controls what, when, where, and how we do what we do--including what we're going to wear. Ain't that a bitch?!
Man does not predict what this bitch is going to do. This bitch predicts what man is going to do. Now how's that for [total] control. This bitch alone serves as the ultimate purveyor of the "laws of retribution." This bitch heaps retribution upon those who we are out of step with the virtues of their respective Gods. Those who are evil, who harbor malcontent or hatred of any kind in their hearts, manners, or actions, shall suffer.
When this bitch is sick of something (us), she shuts the s--- down! This is a bad bitch! Honestly! There isn't a bitch on the planet that compare--no where!
This bitch shifts the direction of oceans, lakes, and rivers; possessing an awesome multi-faceted arsenal of elemental weapons. And the wind is the most treacherous among them--it is the driving force that carries them all.
This bad bitch uses--at her will--rain, hale, sleet, snow, heat, cold, drought, floods, dust, storms of all kinds, and some more s--- we have yet to see--to put and keep us in our lowly place. This bitch makes earth-shaking calls of thunder before striking fire around, down, in, and from our a-- with bolts of lightning. The bitch is bad! Don’t make this bitch mad!
This bitch have people standing around--outside--with microphones and cameras showing and telling us what they think is about to happen. This bitch determines the status of mankind, and scares the crap out of everybody listening, looking, and affected.
Me and you, you and me: We wonder why Mother Nature would flood, burn, and blow down our homes and all we own. Really? Are we really that perplexed as to why? Okay.
Go look in the mirror. Search your heart, intent, and deeds. There in lies the answers.
"We ain't right!"
Like a rapper asked in a song: "How you gonna win if you ain't right within?" In the song, she even asks again: "How you gonna win if you ain't right within?"
You better think about what you're doing and have done. And if all isn't and hasn't been good, if Mother Nature has to rise up, it ain't going to be fun.
Some people cry and ask [their] God why does this keep happening to me?
Answer:
Go look in the mirror. Search your heart, intent, and deeds. You can't "win if you ain't right within." And keep in mind: This isn't mankind kicking your a--! It's this bitch: Mother Nature. So you better get some "act right and do right" about yourself.
Stop hating on whatever or whoever it is you hate on--remove the malice from your heart. Stop obstructing the happiness or well-being of your fellow man and help him on his mission. Start doing and giving from your heart without conditions. Stop destroying relationships and property. Learn how to love and treat people properly. Stop persecuting others for their religious beliefs, sexual orientation, race, gender, class, or culture. Treat people the way you wanted to be treated, i.e., with dignity and respect. Never seek to harm or neglect. Respect God's "green" earth and treat God's children and animals the best. Stop and think before striking a pose..you now know the drill. If you--we--don't..., Mother Nature will...!
Friday, October 26, 2012
Baby Said: You're So Ug-a-ly! Man said: You're a Pretty Little Thing
One day, as I was standing in line at a local supermarket, a 3-year old baby girl spoke to me in a raspy tone: "Hey," she quipped enthusiastically. She was a beautiful Carmel-colored little girl with sandy-brown hair, a huge smile, dimpled cheeks, and twinkling eyes. But her voice sounded as though she had a cold.
"Hey, to you," I responded equally enthusiastic. "What's your name," I asked.
"Brianna," she said still beaming.
Instantly the smile fell from her face as something else drew her attention away from me, prompting me and those standing near us to look around to see what caused her smile to suddenly disappear. She lowered her head, casted her eyes upward and transfixed them.
I noticed she was starring at a man in another line right next to us.
The man was exceptionally well-dressed in chocolate brown slacks, a matching brown crew neck, long-sleeve pull-over shirt; taupe-colored snake skin shoes, and a matching belt. He was impeccably dressed and smelling good.
My eyes moved from studying his clothes to his face. The man was very dark-skinned with an unusually large head. His eyes were droopy, appearing to be half-closed; and his lower lip was huge, puffy, and pink, suspended downward on his chin--he looked hideous. I was careful not to buck my eyes in surprise.
Brianna's fixation on the man made everyone else take a look at him. Her mother wiped her face in a motion to make her stop starring at him.
The man noticed Brianna's rock-steady glaring at him. He exchanged looks with her several times as she sat in her mother's shopping cart.
He said to Brianna: "You're a pretty little thing."
A man in line directly behind me holding a big sheet cake immediately chimed in and said: "She sure is--just as pretty as she can be."
Brianna's eyes were still casted squarely in an upper-cut fashion on the man.
The man stated again: "She's so pretty. Do you know how pretty you are," he asked Brianna.
Out of the blue, in a slow methodical tone Brianna stated: "You're so ug-a-ly." (Not ugly: She incorporated 3 syllables in the word instead of 2.)
The man behind riveted; and we all held our laughter. But you could hear--within a second or two--sounds of near sneezes from people or clearing of throats to contain their laughter.
Brianna's mother, laboring to keep from laughing, shouted: "No he isn't! Don't say that, Brianna!"
"Yes he is," Brianna replied without air coming in between her mother's comments.
At this point, everyone within ear-shot erupted into unbridled laughter, including the hideous-looking man.
The man behind me fell into me; he, the cake he was holding, and I hit the floor. Tears were rolling down his face as he laughed, and his face was completely distorted as he gasped to catch his breath. I was literally sprawled out on floor in my own state of belly-aching laughter with him leaning against me trying to speak.
Brianna was the only one not laughing. She maintained her composure, frowning at the man--which made it even funnier.
After several minutes, people recollected themselves and moved through the lines. But not me and James--the man with the cake that knocked me down while laughing. We were still on the floor in a sitting position straining our guts in laughter.
James launched into lampooning what had just happened. James made his voice raspy like Brianna's, looked at me and said: "You're so ug-a-ly."
"No he isn't," I said mocking the mother. "Don't say that, Brianna."
"Yes he is," said James impersonating Brianna before he fell backwards into another fit of laughter.
People were standing over us laughing as we re-enacted the scene with Brianna and the hideous-looking man.
Finally, we got off the floor. The birthday cake James was holding was smashed and completely unsalvageable.
James panicked: "Oh, Lord! My daughter's birthday cake is smashed all up! My wife is going to snap! What am I going to do? Help me!
We went-up in laughter again. I said to James as I began walking away: "I got to go."
James snatched me back, whipped out his cell phone trying to hand it to me and said: "Oh no! You can't leave me now. You helped me smash my cake. Here," he said sticking the phone in my face. "Call my wife for me and tell her what happened." He was serious. But we couldn't stop laughing. By now I was weak and exhausted.
I said to James: "Hey! There's the manager; have him call to her to tell her how the cake got ruined in the store." When the manager heard me say that, he walked back over to us.
"I'm going to do better than that. Come with me," he said to James. "I'm going to have bakery redecorate a sheet cake for you right now--it might not be the same kind of cake, but it will be a sheet cake decorated like the one you all smashed on the floor laughing at the poor man."
In the end, I had run out of time and could not purchase what I originally went to the store to get. James got a fresh, redecorated cake. But I got a memory for a life time; and every time I tell somebody this story, I cannot control my laughter, and the listener(s) get a blast from it.
Out of the mouth of a baby! It was dearly hilarious. And the hideous-looking man was very good-natured about the ordeal.
Saishe sharing!
"Hey, to you," I responded equally enthusiastic. "What's your name," I asked.
"Brianna," she said still beaming.
Instantly the smile fell from her face as something else drew her attention away from me, prompting me and those standing near us to look around to see what caused her smile to suddenly disappear. She lowered her head, casted her eyes upward and transfixed them.
I noticed she was starring at a man in another line right next to us.
The man was exceptionally well-dressed in chocolate brown slacks, a matching brown crew neck, long-sleeve pull-over shirt; taupe-colored snake skin shoes, and a matching belt. He was impeccably dressed and smelling good.
My eyes moved from studying his clothes to his face. The man was very dark-skinned with an unusually large head. His eyes were droopy, appearing to be half-closed; and his lower lip was huge, puffy, and pink, suspended downward on his chin--he looked hideous. I was careful not to buck my eyes in surprise.
Brianna's fixation on the man made everyone else take a look at him. Her mother wiped her face in a motion to make her stop starring at him.
The man noticed Brianna's rock-steady glaring at him. He exchanged looks with her several times as she sat in her mother's shopping cart.
He said to Brianna: "You're a pretty little thing."
A man in line directly behind me holding a big sheet cake immediately chimed in and said: "She sure is--just as pretty as she can be."
Brianna's eyes were still casted squarely in an upper-cut fashion on the man.
The man stated again: "She's so pretty. Do you know how pretty you are," he asked Brianna.
Out of the blue, in a slow methodical tone Brianna stated: "You're so ug-a-ly." (Not ugly: She incorporated 3 syllables in the word instead of 2.)
The man behind riveted; and we all held our laughter. But you could hear--within a second or two--sounds of near sneezes from people or clearing of throats to contain their laughter.
Brianna's mother, laboring to keep from laughing, shouted: "No he isn't! Don't say that, Brianna!"
"Yes he is," Brianna replied without air coming in between her mother's comments.
At this point, everyone within ear-shot erupted into unbridled laughter, including the hideous-looking man.
The man behind me fell into me; he, the cake he was holding, and I hit the floor. Tears were rolling down his face as he laughed, and his face was completely distorted as he gasped to catch his breath. I was literally sprawled out on floor in my own state of belly-aching laughter with him leaning against me trying to speak.
Brianna was the only one not laughing. She maintained her composure, frowning at the man--which made it even funnier.
After several minutes, people recollected themselves and moved through the lines. But not me and James--the man with the cake that knocked me down while laughing. We were still on the floor in a sitting position straining our guts in laughter.
James launched into lampooning what had just happened. James made his voice raspy like Brianna's, looked at me and said: "You're so ug-a-ly."
"No he isn't," I said mocking the mother. "Don't say that, Brianna."
"Yes he is," said James impersonating Brianna before he fell backwards into another fit of laughter.
People were standing over us laughing as we re-enacted the scene with Brianna and the hideous-looking man.
Finally, we got off the floor. The birthday cake James was holding was smashed and completely unsalvageable.
James panicked: "Oh, Lord! My daughter's birthday cake is smashed all up! My wife is going to snap! What am I going to do? Help me!
We went-up in laughter again. I said to James as I began walking away: "I got to go."
James snatched me back, whipped out his cell phone trying to hand it to me and said: "Oh no! You can't leave me now. You helped me smash my cake. Here," he said sticking the phone in my face. "Call my wife for me and tell her what happened." He was serious. But we couldn't stop laughing. By now I was weak and exhausted.
I said to James: "Hey! There's the manager; have him call to her to tell her how the cake got ruined in the store." When the manager heard me say that, he walked back over to us.
"I'm going to do better than that. Come with me," he said to James. "I'm going to have bakery redecorate a sheet cake for you right now--it might not be the same kind of cake, but it will be a sheet cake decorated like the one you all smashed on the floor laughing at the poor man."
In the end, I had run out of time and could not purchase what I originally went to the store to get. James got a fresh, redecorated cake. But I got a memory for a life time; and every time I tell somebody this story, I cannot control my laughter, and the listener(s) get a blast from it.
Out of the mouth of a baby! It was dearly hilarious. And the hideous-looking man was very good-natured about the ordeal.
Saishe sharing!
Chicago's African-American Elected Aldermen Are Handkerchief Heads
Yeah! That's right! Chicago's (Illinois/USA) local elected officials from African-American wards (districts) are "inadequate, unconvincing, and unsatisfactory" in their representation of their respective constituents. We should be ashamed of them.
But what's most puzzling to me is that people keep electing the same do-nothing, say-nothing, propose nothing handkerchief heads to public office and expect different results. Go figure!
The whole world (every continent on earth) knows that Chicago, Illinois has become one of America's most prolific killing fields, especially in African-American and Latino neighborhoods. Often, Chicago experience 20 to 60 shootings and 10-15 murders every week, mostly children and young adults between the ages of 5 and 35.
On October 25th, 2012, the local newspaper (Chicago Sun-Times) reported that Chicago's African-American and Latino aldermen "grilled" Chicago's police superintendent about "what he's going to do to stop the murders and high crime in Chicago [in their wards]."
I really should not have been shocked nor disappointed that those handkerchief heads in Chicago's city council had the audacity to confront the police superintendent about high crime in their wards--crime that has been proliferating long before he arrived here--where they live that they themselves have failed to do anything about it--for decades. I'm embarrassed for them.
Chicago's local elected officials DO NOT INTRODUCE WORKABLE or any type of ordinances (laws) that are beneficial to the economic well-being or public safety of Chicago's residents. Can you imagine that?! A local city council comprised of 50 elected officials (aldermen) who do absolutely nothing, and these people are paid in excess of $100,000.00 annually. What a sop!
These same aldermen I'm talking about put the police on "blast" because they (the fraidy-cat handkerchief head aldermen) think the police aren't doing enough to stop the shootings and killings in their own neighborhoods.
But here's the real kick-in-the-head: These same African-American and Latino aldermen DO NOT GO OUT INTO THEIR OWN CRIME-INFESTED districts to CONFRONT their GUN-TOTTING, GANG-BANGING, DRUG-DEALING, SHOOTING, MURDEROUS constituents (like the police are doing every minute of every day) to try and stop crime.
The police, on the other hand, are on the "front-line" dodging bullets while literally chasing down the criminals in these aldermens' districts without the help of these same aldermen. Go figure again! Heck! These aldermen don't so much as talk to or connect with the law-abiding residents in their districts--the very people who keep electing them to office (which speaks volumes about how apathetic and/or stupid their constituents are). So you can bet your ranch they are not ever going to go face-to-face with criminals--their representation of the people ends right here. Betcha!
I truly understand why other cultures and races of people panic when African-Americans move into their neighborhoods. And believe me: I am embarrassed by every reason why we are not wanted in certain areas. I understand why African-Americans are largely not respected by other cultures and races, globally, i.e., we do not respect ourselves. We (African-Americans) do not do what is required to effectively help ourselves, especially regarding economic development and curtailing crime that is being committed by our own children.
African-Americans expect the police and government to solve our twisted, rampant, and spiraling socio-economic ills--which is another reason why other races and cultures do not respect or like us.
It grates my nerves whenever I hear an African-American say: "When are the police going to stop this crime? The government isn't doing enough to..." Damn! What the hell are you (we) doing or going to do to help solve our own problems! Stop blaming everybody else. Blame yourself!
The police didn't create crime in our communities! The government didn't create poverty in our communities! We--African-Americans--are responsible for our own circumstances! Yeah! Yeah! We are!
We live in America, damn it! We are free to get an education. We are free to take advantage of "free enterprise" (capitalism). Create your own wealth if you will--there are no restrictions on establishing legal enterprises. We live in a land of opportunity that we do not take advantage of. People are dying every day to get to America for the opportunities we ignore and take for granted.
The next time you vote for your local alderman, make sure he or she is not a stupid, handkerchief head without a plan to help you help yourself.
Saishe Brokesom and I'm mad!
But what's most puzzling to me is that people keep electing the same do-nothing, say-nothing, propose nothing handkerchief heads to public office and expect different results. Go figure!
The whole world (every continent on earth) knows that Chicago, Illinois has become one of America's most prolific killing fields, especially in African-American and Latino neighborhoods. Often, Chicago experience 20 to 60 shootings and 10-15 murders every week, mostly children and young adults between the ages of 5 and 35.
On October 25th, 2012, the local newspaper (Chicago Sun-Times) reported that Chicago's African-American and Latino aldermen "grilled" Chicago's police superintendent about "what he's going to do to stop the murders and high crime in Chicago [in their wards]."
I really should not have been shocked nor disappointed that those handkerchief heads in Chicago's city council had the audacity to confront the police superintendent about high crime in their wards--crime that has been proliferating long before he arrived here--where they live that they themselves have failed to do anything about it--for decades. I'm embarrassed for them.
Chicago's local elected officials DO NOT INTRODUCE WORKABLE or any type of ordinances (laws) that are beneficial to the economic well-being or public safety of Chicago's residents. Can you imagine that?! A local city council comprised of 50 elected officials (aldermen) who do absolutely nothing, and these people are paid in excess of $100,000.00 annually. What a sop!
These same aldermen I'm talking about put the police on "blast" because they (the fraidy-cat handkerchief head aldermen) think the police aren't doing enough to stop the shootings and killings in their own neighborhoods.
But here's the real kick-in-the-head: These same African-American and Latino aldermen DO NOT GO OUT INTO THEIR OWN CRIME-INFESTED districts to CONFRONT their GUN-TOTTING, GANG-BANGING, DRUG-DEALING, SHOOTING, MURDEROUS constituents (like the police are doing every minute of every day) to try and stop crime.
The police, on the other hand, are on the "front-line" dodging bullets while literally chasing down the criminals in these aldermens' districts without the help of these same aldermen. Go figure again! Heck! These aldermen don't so much as talk to or connect with the law-abiding residents in their districts--the very people who keep electing them to office (which speaks volumes about how apathetic and/or stupid their constituents are). So you can bet your ranch they are not ever going to go face-to-face with criminals--their representation of the people ends right here. Betcha!
I truly understand why other cultures and races of people panic when African-Americans move into their neighborhoods. And believe me: I am embarrassed by every reason why we are not wanted in certain areas. I understand why African-Americans are largely not respected by other cultures and races, globally, i.e., we do not respect ourselves. We (African-Americans) do not do what is required to effectively help ourselves, especially regarding economic development and curtailing crime that is being committed by our own children.
African-Americans expect the police and government to solve our twisted, rampant, and spiraling socio-economic ills--which is another reason why other races and cultures do not respect or like us.
It grates my nerves whenever I hear an African-American say: "When are the police going to stop this crime? The government isn't doing enough to..." Damn! What the hell are you (we) doing or going to do to help solve our own problems! Stop blaming everybody else. Blame yourself!
The police didn't create crime in our communities! The government didn't create poverty in our communities! We--African-Americans--are responsible for our own circumstances! Yeah! Yeah! We are!
We live in America, damn it! We are free to get an education. We are free to take advantage of "free enterprise" (capitalism). Create your own wealth if you will--there are no restrictions on establishing legal enterprises. We live in a land of opportunity that we do not take advantage of. People are dying every day to get to America for the opportunities we ignore and take for granted.
The next time you vote for your local alderman, make sure he or she is not a stupid, handkerchief head without a plan to help you help yourself.
Saishe Brokesom and I'm mad!
Thursday, October 25, 2012
I'm Often Told: "You're Too Kind..." (Inference: I'm Stupid...)
For decades, I've wondered what people [actually] meant when they said that to me.
Then one day, in a discussion with a Greek friend of mine, Penny, about me frequently having been told that I'm too kind, she said to me: "What people are saying to you is that you are stupid. In the Greek culture, too kind means stupid. People are actually admitting that they would not do what you do for people, and you're stupid for doing whatever you do to help people."
My response to Penny's comment was an uneasy, inquisitive laughter followed by asking: "Really?"
Why?
Because the remark, each time it [had] ever been spoken to me about me always felt like an insult rather than a compliment; and because Penny maintained a straight concerned expression on her face while imparting what she believed people really meant, I believed her.
For more than two-thirds of my life, I have been confused by peoples' aversion for or suspicion of [simple or extreme] acts of kinds.
I'm kind to people, especially and extremely so to those I love the most. I'm generous with my love, time, and resources. I'm compassionate, respectful, and helpful. I'm always there for those in need without fail. But I keep getting hurt by betrayal and acts of derision. For the life of me, I simply don't understand why. I'm naive enough to believe that if I am all of this to people, then I do not deserve to be hurt in any capacity for any reason.
I keep telling myself: "I'm done. I can't keep doing this. I'm tired of this. I don't understand why they treat me this way even though I'm good to them--have never disrespected or betrayed them. I never do anything to hurt them. I do everything I can for them..."
I've been looking for reasonable rationales for many years.
Then, I summoned the courage to watch the movie "Passion of the Christ." Well, I'm telling you: That movie reduced me to a blubbering, snotty-nose pulp of a person. The personal pain I felt while watching that movie was overwhelmingly overbearing because minus being nailed to a cross, I am often treated exactly the way Christ was treated in that movie. I came away from watching that movie with a greater sense of understanding, as well as a renewal of my purpose and commitment to believe and remain one of "God's gift's to mankind" like my mother told me I am.
But I began looking at people differently. I realized that when you are the wiser in any given situation--good, bad, or indifferent--you bear the burden of doing the right thing even if the opposing person or entity is completely wrong. I received and grasped an enhanced ability to forgive without questioning, whereas I use to forgive and nearly drive myself crazy about the "whys."
I began to accept my responsibility to always set the "good example," no matter how painful or difficult it may be because my mother assured us that "we are not responsible for how we are received, but rather for what we do, how we do it, and for what purpose." So it became easier to by-pass the insults and disregards whenever encountered. Smiles automatically beset my brow in the face of adversity because I know that when the universal laws are acknowledged and accepted, the laws of retribution cannot come into play.
When a burden becomes too much to bear, I walk away without contempt or regret.
This is how I want to be remembered. After I'm gone from this earth, who I was, and how I served and treated mankind shall serve as my legacy--not how "they" treated or received me.
Love, Saishe!
Then one day, in a discussion with a Greek friend of mine, Penny, about me frequently having been told that I'm too kind, she said to me: "What people are saying to you is that you are stupid. In the Greek culture, too kind means stupid. People are actually admitting that they would not do what you do for people, and you're stupid for doing whatever you do to help people."
My response to Penny's comment was an uneasy, inquisitive laughter followed by asking: "Really?"
Why?
Because the remark, each time it [had] ever been spoken to me about me always felt like an insult rather than a compliment; and because Penny maintained a straight concerned expression on her face while imparting what she believed people really meant, I believed her.
For more than two-thirds of my life, I have been confused by peoples' aversion for or suspicion of [simple or extreme] acts of kinds.
I'm kind to people, especially and extremely so to those I love the most. I'm generous with my love, time, and resources. I'm compassionate, respectful, and helpful. I'm always there for those in need without fail. But I keep getting hurt by betrayal and acts of derision. For the life of me, I simply don't understand why. I'm naive enough to believe that if I am all of this to people, then I do not deserve to be hurt in any capacity for any reason.
I keep telling myself: "I'm done. I can't keep doing this. I'm tired of this. I don't understand why they treat me this way even though I'm good to them--have never disrespected or betrayed them. I never do anything to hurt them. I do everything I can for them..."
I've been looking for reasonable rationales for many years.
Then, I summoned the courage to watch the movie "Passion of the Christ." Well, I'm telling you: That movie reduced me to a blubbering, snotty-nose pulp of a person. The personal pain I felt while watching that movie was overwhelmingly overbearing because minus being nailed to a cross, I am often treated exactly the way Christ was treated in that movie. I came away from watching that movie with a greater sense of understanding, as well as a renewal of my purpose and commitment to believe and remain one of "God's gift's to mankind" like my mother told me I am.
But I began looking at people differently. I realized that when you are the wiser in any given situation--good, bad, or indifferent--you bear the burden of doing the right thing even if the opposing person or entity is completely wrong. I received and grasped an enhanced ability to forgive without questioning, whereas I use to forgive and nearly drive myself crazy about the "whys."
I began to accept my responsibility to always set the "good example," no matter how painful or difficult it may be because my mother assured us that "we are not responsible for how we are received, but rather for what we do, how we do it, and for what purpose." So it became easier to by-pass the insults and disregards whenever encountered. Smiles automatically beset my brow in the face of adversity because I know that when the universal laws are acknowledged and accepted, the laws of retribution cannot come into play.
When a burden becomes too much to bear, I walk away without contempt or regret.
This is how I want to be remembered. After I'm gone from this earth, who I was, and how I served and treated mankind shall serve as my legacy--not how "they" treated or received me.
Love, Saishe!
Saturday, October 20, 2012
A Mexican Said To Me: "You're A Racist N..... B....!"
And my reply was: "Sure you're right! And so are you and your mother! Therefore, we are identical."
Of course he was statically shocked by my immediate honesty. And I quickly pointed out to him that he arrives every week in my neighborhood providing lawn services for African-Americans, primarily women, and not one of his employees is African-American.
Earlier:
I was working throughout the neighborhoods surrounding my home soliciting African-American homeowners to switch from using Mexicans for landscaping services to using African-American men as a means to provide business and employment for our [own] people.
When a Mexican contractor arrived to cut grass at a neighbor's home, he heard what I was saying to her as he began unloading his equipment. He mauled me with dirty looks, morphing into a contemptuous malcontent, speaking of me with profanities to the two workers with him, telling them to "cut the grass anyway..."
"Alejandro!" My neighbor shouted at him. "You don't run a darn thing over here on my property. And you're not going to cut my grass anyway. I no longer want your services. You’re fired! You don't come here and disrespect me and my property."
Totally disregarding what she had just told him, Alejandro continued unloading his equipment, which prompted my neighbor to snap: "Did you hear what I said, Alejandro?"
With a balled-up facial expression, Alejandro growled: "I heard you, but I'm going to cut your grass one last time and you pay me. You're firing me because this lady said you should hire a black man?"
My neighbor walked down her stairs, stood in front of him, and snarled: "You must have me confused with your wife whom you disrespect every time she's here with you. I said you are fired. I dare you disrespect me about my own s----! Get off my property!"
Alejandro walked next door to a neighbor's house and was met with the same resistance. He effectively not only lost the next neighbor's account, he had lost every account on that block because I had already worked the whole block successfully converting every account he had.
By the time Alejandro made it back to where we were standing, he was cussing loudly at us. Several men came out of their homes, threatened him and his workers, while physically escorting them to their truck.
Alejandro was furious. He looked as though he wanted to kill. He hung out of his window and shouted at me: "You're a racist nigger bitch!"
I smiled broadly at being called a "racist nigger bitch" because I had successfully altered his economics and thereby affected his behavior (i.e., economics controls one's behavior: have money, be happy; be broke, be sad, mad, and otherwise). Had I not taken thousands of dollars away from him and his family, he would have kept how he really feels about black women to himself while making a fortune from us.
The Point Is:
Mexicans are recipients of a multi-million dollar landscaping industry financed by African-Americans, creating millions of jobs for Mexicans. I'm simply advocating and soliciting that we turn our landscaping accounts over to African-American men and youth, which would shift the millions of dollars to create new businesses and jobs for our men and children. This isn't rocket science.
I get really angry at black people when I see Mexicans being used to do any kind of work for us, especially lawn /landscaping services.
And what is worse, we [you all] seem to be blind to the fact that Mexicans largely do not hire African-Americans (men, women, and children) under any circumstances; and when they d,o it's because they are attempting to attract African-American customers.
African-American men and youth could use and benefit from the jobs and fortunes we are currently giving to Mexicans. I cannot figure this out, except to tell you all about it and pray that we change our economic practices to benefit ourselves, especially our men and youth.
I would very much like to see young, middle-aged, and old African-American males driving around in new heavy-duty trucks with trailers hauling equipment to provide services in African-American communities.
I would love to see African-American men/youth driving Escalades, Tahoes, and every other new car or truck because they are making money from us.
I would love to see African-American men being able to buy homes and take care of their kids and families because they are making money from us. I say this because Mexicans are doing all of this because they are largely making millions of dollars from us. We have to change this.
Saishe Brokesom! Holla-back!
Of course he was statically shocked by my immediate honesty. And I quickly pointed out to him that he arrives every week in my neighborhood providing lawn services for African-Americans, primarily women, and not one of his employees is African-American.
Earlier:
I was working throughout the neighborhoods surrounding my home soliciting African-American homeowners to switch from using Mexicans for landscaping services to using African-American men as a means to provide business and employment for our [own] people.
When a Mexican contractor arrived to cut grass at a neighbor's home, he heard what I was saying to her as he began unloading his equipment. He mauled me with dirty looks, morphing into a contemptuous malcontent, speaking of me with profanities to the two workers with him, telling them to "cut the grass anyway..."
"Alejandro!" My neighbor shouted at him. "You don't run a darn thing over here on my property. And you're not going to cut my grass anyway. I no longer want your services. You’re fired! You don't come here and disrespect me and my property."
Totally disregarding what she had just told him, Alejandro continued unloading his equipment, which prompted my neighbor to snap: "Did you hear what I said, Alejandro?"
With a balled-up facial expression, Alejandro growled: "I heard you, but I'm going to cut your grass one last time and you pay me. You're firing me because this lady said you should hire a black man?"
My neighbor walked down her stairs, stood in front of him, and snarled: "You must have me confused with your wife whom you disrespect every time she's here with you. I said you are fired. I dare you disrespect me about my own s----! Get off my property!"
Alejandro walked next door to a neighbor's house and was met with the same resistance. He effectively not only lost the next neighbor's account, he had lost every account on that block because I had already worked the whole block successfully converting every account he had.
By the time Alejandro made it back to where we were standing, he was cussing loudly at us. Several men came out of their homes, threatened him and his workers, while physically escorting them to their truck.
Alejandro was furious. He looked as though he wanted to kill. He hung out of his window and shouted at me: "You're a racist nigger bitch!"
I smiled broadly at being called a "racist nigger bitch" because I had successfully altered his economics and thereby affected his behavior (i.e., economics controls one's behavior: have money, be happy; be broke, be sad, mad, and otherwise). Had I not taken thousands of dollars away from him and his family, he would have kept how he really feels about black women to himself while making a fortune from us.
The Point Is:
Mexicans are recipients of a multi-million dollar landscaping industry financed by African-Americans, creating millions of jobs for Mexicans. I'm simply advocating and soliciting that we turn our landscaping accounts over to African-American men and youth, which would shift the millions of dollars to create new businesses and jobs for our men and children. This isn't rocket science.
I get really angry at black people when I see Mexicans being used to do any kind of work for us, especially lawn /landscaping services.
And what is worse, we [you all] seem to be blind to the fact that Mexicans largely do not hire African-Americans (men, women, and children) under any circumstances; and when they d,o it's because they are attempting to attract African-American customers.
African-American men and youth could use and benefit from the jobs and fortunes we are currently giving to Mexicans. I cannot figure this out, except to tell you all about it and pray that we change our economic practices to benefit ourselves, especially our men and youth.
I would very much like to see young, middle-aged, and old African-American males driving around in new heavy-duty trucks with trailers hauling equipment to provide services in African-American communities.
I would love to see African-American men/youth driving Escalades, Tahoes, and every other new car or truck because they are making money from us.
I would love to see African-American men being able to buy homes and take care of their kids and families because they are making money from us. I say this because Mexicans are doing all of this because they are largely making millions of dollars from us. We have to change this.
Saishe Brokesom! Holla-back!
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Create Wealth: This Christmas Buy Your Kids Stock Certificates
Do you ever think about what you could buy for your kid(s) that doesn't [necessarily] cost a lot of money that would be a very significant gift--for Christmas this year, or their birthday(s) every year?
Do you ever just want to reward your kid(s) because they're getting good grades, demonstrating good behavior, and/or for being focused while following instructions?
How about starting an investment portfolio of stock just because you want your kid(s) to have a chance at [current] financial growth and [future] stability?
News Flash:
The third question above is designed to give you food for thought regarding the first and second questions, respectively. You can afford it. You should start doing it right now.
Instead of continuing to make the Walton's of Wal-Mart rich this coming holiday season by shopping till you drop for items that black people have no part in manufacturing, why not purchase [a] share of Wal-Mart’s stock for your kid(s)? One share of stock in Wal-Mart at approximately $75.00 to $80.00 per share is less than the cost of latest whatever your kid(s) are begging for.
Or, how about buying a share of the company that manufacturer the $200 to $300.00-a pair of gym shoes that you buy at least once a year for your kid(s) (who probably does not deserve them--that stock will probably cost you about that much or less)? For example: One share of NIKE stock likely will cost you under $100.00. Again, you'd be spending money for an investment at the same cost you'd ordinarily pay on the depreciable (going-to-wear-out anyway) gym shoes.
Go to http://quotes.wsj.com (The Wall Street Journal's stock report) and get a real time, up-to-the-minute stock quote (cost) of any stock of every corporation that is traded on the New York Stock Exchange.
Repeat (Now I'm Training):
How about introducing your kid(s) to wealth-building by purchasing them a stock certificate (share) or several shares of stocks in the companies where we spend our money regularly for them. For example: We buy a lot of food (commodities), tangible goods like clothes, shoes, electronics (including games)--you know, stuff like that.
Repeat (I'm Training Again):
Instead of spending hundreds of dollars on the latest pair of gym shoes or whatever, buy your kid(s) a share of stock. The gym shoes you buy will depreciate (wear-out). But, on the other hand, if you purchase the stock of the company that makes the gym shoes--well then, that's laying the foundation for wealth-building. Chances are that company will be around for another 50-100 years with its stock more than likely appreciating (increasing in value) instead of depreciating like the gym shoes your kid(s) ask you to buy that you really cannot afford and they don't deserve. So, if you're going to spend "the" money anyway, spend it wisely--THIS TIME!
See that! Isn’t that sweet? It beats the hell out of spending money on things for your kids they won't get a return on, or won't [still] have 5, 10, or 15 years down the road. Buy anything tangible today and I'll guarantee the kid(s) won't appreciate it tomorrow, and certainly will not [want to] have access to it or be able to use weeks, months, years from now (like those shares of stock I told you to purchase for your kids way-back-a-few-sentences-ago).
Most of our children don't even know what stocks are or what investing is. But is high-time that we start teaching, guiding, and actually start [re-]directing some of the money we spend on them to investments.
In addition, as a responsible mother, you should also make it a mandatory requirement that your kid(s) a designated, pre-arranged amount of their own [saved] pocket or walking-around money to make small purchases of stock--one or two at a time.
It's really simple do. You don't have to have a stock broker to purchase a share or shares of stock; and you can purchase one share at a time or as many as you want at one time.
In publicly traded (on the stock markets) corporations have "Public Relations" departments at their corporate headquarters. All you have to do is call the company or companies of your choice, and tell the public relations department that you want to buy shares for your kid(s) directly from their corporation. It's that simple. HECK! Buy some for yourself--first!
Don't keep being a stupid economic buffoon (I use to be one). Like me, start spending your money in ways where your money can start working for you while you keep (and still can) work for it. Make purchases that will benefit you and your kids in the long-run as opposed to ways that only satisfy your emotional or greed needs. STOP THAT! Do as I say for a better financial way. Please!
Yeah. Yeah. I know. I love you to...
Saishe! Holla!
Do you ever just want to reward your kid(s) because they're getting good grades, demonstrating good behavior, and/or for being focused while following instructions?
How about starting an investment portfolio of stock just because you want your kid(s) to have a chance at [current] financial growth and [future] stability?
News Flash:
The third question above is designed to give you food for thought regarding the first and second questions, respectively. You can afford it. You should start doing it right now.
Instead of continuing to make the Walton's of Wal-Mart rich this coming holiday season by shopping till you drop for items that black people have no part in manufacturing, why not purchase [a] share of Wal-Mart’s stock for your kid(s)? One share of stock in Wal-Mart at approximately $75.00 to $80.00 per share is less than the cost of latest whatever your kid(s) are begging for.
Or, how about buying a share of the company that manufacturer the $200 to $300.00-a pair of gym shoes that you buy at least once a year for your kid(s) (who probably does not deserve them--that stock will probably cost you about that much or less)? For example: One share of NIKE stock likely will cost you under $100.00. Again, you'd be spending money for an investment at the same cost you'd ordinarily pay on the depreciable (going-to-wear-out anyway) gym shoes.
Go to http://quotes.wsj.com (The Wall Street Journal's stock report) and get a real time, up-to-the-minute stock quote (cost) of any stock of every corporation that is traded on the New York Stock Exchange.
Repeat (Now I'm Training):
How about introducing your kid(s) to wealth-building by purchasing them a stock certificate (share) or several shares of stocks in the companies where we spend our money regularly for them. For example: We buy a lot of food (commodities), tangible goods like clothes, shoes, electronics (including games)--you know, stuff like that.
Repeat (I'm Training Again):
Instead of spending hundreds of dollars on the latest pair of gym shoes or whatever, buy your kid(s) a share of stock. The gym shoes you buy will depreciate (wear-out). But, on the other hand, if you purchase the stock of the company that makes the gym shoes--well then, that's laying the foundation for wealth-building. Chances are that company will be around for another 50-100 years with its stock more than likely appreciating (increasing in value) instead of depreciating like the gym shoes your kid(s) ask you to buy that you really cannot afford and they don't deserve. So, if you're going to spend "the" money anyway, spend it wisely--THIS TIME!
See that! Isn’t that sweet? It beats the hell out of spending money on things for your kids they won't get a return on, or won't [still] have 5, 10, or 15 years down the road. Buy anything tangible today and I'll guarantee the kid(s) won't appreciate it tomorrow, and certainly will not [want to] have access to it or be able to use weeks, months, years from now (like those shares of stock I told you to purchase for your kids way-back-a-few-sentences-ago).
Most of our children don't even know what stocks are or what investing is. But is high-time that we start teaching, guiding, and actually start [re-]directing some of the money we spend on them to investments.
In addition, as a responsible mother, you should also make it a mandatory requirement that your kid(s) a designated, pre-arranged amount of their own [saved] pocket or walking-around money to make small purchases of stock--one or two at a time.
It's really simple do. You don't have to have a stock broker to purchase a share or shares of stock; and you can purchase one share at a time or as many as you want at one time.
In publicly traded (on the stock markets) corporations have "Public Relations" departments at their corporate headquarters. All you have to do is call the company or companies of your choice, and tell the public relations department that you want to buy shares for your kid(s) directly from their corporation. It's that simple. HECK! Buy some for yourself--first!
Don't keep being a stupid economic buffoon (I use to be one). Like me, start spending your money in ways where your money can start working for you while you keep (and still can) work for it. Make purchases that will benefit you and your kids in the long-run as opposed to ways that only satisfy your emotional or greed needs. STOP THAT! Do as I say for a better financial way. Please!
Yeah. Yeah. I know. I love you to...
Saishe! Holla!
Monday, October 15, 2012
Don't Buy The Latest Gym Shoes: Buy Your Kid The Damn Stock!
Let me repeat that with more clarity: Don't buy the latest gym shoes with Dwayne Wade's, Derrick Rose's, Michael Jordan's, or anybody else's name on them. Rather, buy the damn stock of the company that's making the gym shoes for you kid(s). How about that?!!
I got rocket-pissed again when I saw the headline on the front page of the (October 15th, 2012) Chicago Sun-Times newspaper that reads: Mass Appeal. Dwayne Wade is attempting to help Chinese firm Li-Ning join Nike, Reebok and Adidas as global athletic shoe titans." The operative words here are: "Dwayne Wade is attempting to help Chinese..."
On Page 3, Dwayne Wade is standing next to a little China man (in Beijing, China?) announcing his partnership with Li-Ning--who is a "three-time Olympic Gold Medalist gymnast for China." Mr. Li-Ning is 49 years old and is the owner of the company (that will make/brand the Dwayne Wade gym shoes) that earns $1 billion in revenues annually.
Question:
Is Mr. Li-Ning, whose company is based in China where Dwayne Wades' brand gym shoes will be manufactured, is banking on black people, especially black mothers to be a multi-million/multi-billion dollar source of [annual] USA revenues for the Dwayne Wade brand gym shoes?
Answer:
HELL YEAH! Why do you think Dwayne Wade is standing there in the picture with Mr. Li-Ning?!! Mr. Li-Ning knows we love "our baby boy" Dwayne; and he is banking our continued economic stupidity, as well as on us still being asleep economically. Why wouldn't he? We--us, black people, and black women--keep turning everybody except ourselves into multi-millionaires/billionaires.
2nd Question:
Why isn't Dwayne Wade the owner/manufacturer of his own brand name gym shoes, in America--right here in Chicago?
2nd Answer:
Untrained! Too stupid?! Whatever the [real] answer is, it will never satisfy the mind of logical thinking, economically astute people because he has the money to do it. Go figure!
Third Question:
Will Dwayne Wade have distributorship rights here in the United States when Mr. Li-Ning decides to intro Dwayne's brand of gym shoes in the U.S. market?
Third Answer:
HELL NO! I'll bet my ranch and yours that the China man did not and will not give Dwayne--or anybody black and male like him--distributorship rights. We should be totally pissed-off about this!
So check this out: Blacks get no jobs because the shoes will be made in China. Dwayne or any other black businessperson in the U.S. will not have distributorship rights. But, yet, Mr. Li-Ning believes that Dwayne Wade's name tagged to the brand will influence us to buy the gym shoes. His assumption is based on our pattern of being stupid-ass consumers--FOR REAL!
Fourth Question:
Are we--us, black women--going to continue to be "damned idiots" and make this China man rich? Are we?!!
The Answer Should Be:
HELL NALL! Not one black female, harboring a vagina, [some] kids, and some money, better not buy one pair of those gym shoes--UNLESS OF COURSE--we--us, black women--get first crack at being distributors of Dwayne Wade's brand gym shoes; and we're going to let Dwayne Wade know that. OUR BABIES NEED JOBS! And it is our [collective] job to make sure we create jobs and they (our babies) get jobs. Now, how about that?!!!
Let me say something here: We are done being buffoons (people "who behave in a stupid and annoying way") when it comes to how, where, and with whom we spend our combined multi-billions of consumer dollars--WE'RE DONE WITH THAT! We must negotiate economic deals with everybody on the planet. They'll have to cut us in, or we will have to cut them out (of our purses).
MEMO FROM CHICAGO [IL, USA] TO MR. LI-NING IN BEIJING, CHINA:
Your brand initiatives director, Mr. Brian Cupps (a white boy from America who doesn’t employ black people either) stated: He "think it's very important [that Chicago will be a target market because]. Dwayne has established himself in Miami, but Chicago is his roots. That's where he's from...so we won't forget that."
What Dwayne nor Mr. Cupps couldn't have possibly told you is that we're (the people with the money in the black community--black women) are gearing up not to buy your new partnership brand with Dwayne Wade unless you negotiate distributorships with black businesswomen/businessmen in the U.S.--and not Jessie L. Jackson and his crowd of carpet-begging, do nothing for the black community cohorts. Be ready to send your representative to negotiate with our representative, and we'll let you know or show you whether or not your new brand with Dwayne Wade "can buck the trend" [of others having failed].
Sincerely, Saishe Brokesom (USA)
P.S. Mr. Li-Ning will get the memo because someone in China is viewing my blog.
Holla!
I got rocket-pissed again when I saw the headline on the front page of the (October 15th, 2012) Chicago Sun-Times newspaper that reads: Mass Appeal. Dwayne Wade is attempting to help Chinese firm Li-Ning join Nike, Reebok and Adidas as global athletic shoe titans." The operative words here are: "Dwayne Wade is attempting to help Chinese..."
On Page 3, Dwayne Wade is standing next to a little China man (in Beijing, China?) announcing his partnership with Li-Ning--who is a "three-time Olympic Gold Medalist gymnast for China." Mr. Li-Ning is 49 years old and is the owner of the company (that will make/brand the Dwayne Wade gym shoes) that earns $1 billion in revenues annually.
Question:
Is Mr. Li-Ning, whose company is based in China where Dwayne Wades' brand gym shoes will be manufactured, is banking on black people, especially black mothers to be a multi-million/multi-billion dollar source of [annual] USA revenues for the Dwayne Wade brand gym shoes?
Answer:
HELL YEAH! Why do you think Dwayne Wade is standing there in the picture with Mr. Li-Ning?!! Mr. Li-Ning knows we love "our baby boy" Dwayne; and he is banking our continued economic stupidity, as well as on us still being asleep economically. Why wouldn't he? We--us, black people, and black women--keep turning everybody except ourselves into multi-millionaires/billionaires.
2nd Question:
Why isn't Dwayne Wade the owner/manufacturer of his own brand name gym shoes, in America--right here in Chicago?
2nd Answer:
Untrained! Too stupid?! Whatever the [real] answer is, it will never satisfy the mind of logical thinking, economically astute people because he has the money to do it. Go figure!
Third Question:
Will Dwayne Wade have distributorship rights here in the United States when Mr. Li-Ning decides to intro Dwayne's brand of gym shoes in the U.S. market?
Third Answer:
HELL NO! I'll bet my ranch and yours that the China man did not and will not give Dwayne--or anybody black and male like him--distributorship rights. We should be totally pissed-off about this!
So check this out: Blacks get no jobs because the shoes will be made in China. Dwayne or any other black businessperson in the U.S. will not have distributorship rights. But, yet, Mr. Li-Ning believes that Dwayne Wade's name tagged to the brand will influence us to buy the gym shoes. His assumption is based on our pattern of being stupid-ass consumers--FOR REAL!
Fourth Question:
Are we--us, black women--going to continue to be "damned idiots" and make this China man rich? Are we?!!
The Answer Should Be:
HELL NALL! Not one black female, harboring a vagina, [some] kids, and some money, better not buy one pair of those gym shoes--UNLESS OF COURSE--we--us, black women--get first crack at being distributors of Dwayne Wade's brand gym shoes; and we're going to let Dwayne Wade know that. OUR BABIES NEED JOBS! And it is our [collective] job to make sure we create jobs and they (our babies) get jobs. Now, how about that?!!!
Let me say something here: We are done being buffoons (people "who behave in a stupid and annoying way") when it comes to how, where, and with whom we spend our combined multi-billions of consumer dollars--WE'RE DONE WITH THAT! We must negotiate economic deals with everybody on the planet. They'll have to cut us in, or we will have to cut them out (of our purses).
MEMO FROM CHICAGO [IL, USA] TO MR. LI-NING IN BEIJING, CHINA:
Your brand initiatives director, Mr. Brian Cupps (a white boy from America who doesn’t employ black people either) stated: He "think it's very important [that Chicago will be a target market because]. Dwayne has established himself in Miami, but Chicago is his roots. That's where he's from...so we won't forget that."
What Dwayne nor Mr. Cupps couldn't have possibly told you is that we're (the people with the money in the black community--black women) are gearing up not to buy your new partnership brand with Dwayne Wade unless you negotiate distributorships with black businesswomen/businessmen in the U.S.--and not Jessie L. Jackson and his crowd of carpet-begging, do nothing for the black community cohorts. Be ready to send your representative to negotiate with our representative, and we'll let you know or show you whether or not your new brand with Dwayne Wade "can buck the trend" [of others having failed].
Sincerely, Saishe Brokesom (USA)
P.S. Mr. Li-Ning will get the memo because someone in China is viewing my blog.
Holla!
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