Time to vent: My own views on the world and people: Hashtags

I'll keep it short and sweet.

I despise hashtags.
De-spise. Hashtags are commonly used to symbolize numbers or the word number. Example, "It was his hat, Mr. Krabs, he was #1!"

Nowadays, it's used for either advertising, some silly social agenda or an even sillier and especially stupid trend on Twitter, which I do not use, period.

#somethingstupid
#namebrandconsumeritem
#myfirstworldproblems
#makingahashtagtotallysolvesasocialissue

@Celebrity
@Camerawhore
@RandomJoe
(^Even worse, I can actually link someone here doing that. What the hell, Google.)

It's very annoying to see #Whatever in commercials, TV shows and even on billboards. It doesn't help that Twitter is the leading cause of all the dumb people click-clacking on their phones texting for the sake of it. While they're trying to retweet something to #iamafuckingmoronwhoneedstopayattentiontothefuckingroad, they hit something and someone, causing a death, an accident and eventually you see a commercial telling you something that should be commonly known and practiced taking up tax dollars and space.

#useyourbrainorwhateversleftofit

There's one for you. Make that the top trend for the week.

Time to vent: My own views on the world and people: Kids

Kids. Kids are the future. Kids are precious.

Kids are bile. Cancer. Filth, trash, every other name for something repulsive. I just don't like kids. Kids are what you have when you're married and your wife vetoes her snatch from you unless you make a raw deposit. Kids are what you have when you lack education(I.E. the use of condoms)and have nothing else better to do.

Kids are what you have when you want to have some sense of accomplishment. Well, you've accomplished a headache. When people say kids are precious, they're talking about a photo they saw of three kids well behaved because their mother had a wooden spoon raring for their hands or daddy had a belt or his hand waiting for their smooth little asses. Anything can look good in a photograph. A Tiger, a group of gangsters, a coca plant in bloom. You can't be fooled by that.

The problem is, women at some point want kids because babies are cute and darling. Yeah, until they start crying. Until they get sick and decide to cry nonstop. One situation involved my eldest nephew sick with something and his mother thought it'd be a good idea to come to our house for some reason. As if we needed to bear his nonstop crying. At least if she asked for assistance with his ailment. I don't even think she did that, but that's another tale in another can of worms.

As infants, they cry. They spit up. They shit and piss all over the place. They get sick and you only notice if you're within face-to-face distance. You get sick from them, feel like shit but hey, at least your baby is now better, for a few months. When they learn how to speak, phase two begins: I want that!

"You can't have that!"

"MYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!"

Tantrums begin. They cry even worse now with two years of practice and let loose on anyone in their path. And best of all, they do this while you're at work tending to your task. Yes, some mother can't or won't tell their kid to be quiet or can't quiet them down unless she kills it or gives into its demand. But forbid you or anyone else do her job for her. Oh no. Don't you dare lay a finger on my little angel, you heartless bastard!

Now, all kids are not terrible. The ones who were raised properly and taught their "Pleases", "Thank yous" and "No, thank yous" are as darling as can be. It's the children and keyword, children that are in a group that get me. The more kids you have, the more likely you'll get the one bad apple that can't stop making a mess or crying and the other children tune him/her out.

Meanwhile, all the adults in the area are wondering two things: Why isn't this kid shutting up and where the hell are the parents? It's very unprofessional and neglectful to let your child act like this and then critique anyone that takes matters into their own hands. Maybe you should have focused on just one child instead of having an entire litter when you know nothing about raising them.

With that many children, focusing on each one will be difficult. The Duggar Family? I can imagine how they do it if at all. With that many children, one can imagine that there'll be that one seed with health problems(Likely the younger ones), the one seed who rebels on the entire philosophy that Jim Bob(HA)and Michelle established and the one that dies due to health problems. Either one is fine by me.

And on a side note, isn't it funny how their show lasted as long as it did yet if you were to take a minority family(either black or latino)and do the same thing you'd have shithead liberals screaming racism and fuckhead conservatives especially attacking the mother for having so many children? Granted, there are a lot of black and latino families out there that are big as the Duggar Family but at least they don't try to make a personal army and have bullshit reasons for having their children. Jim Bob, stop it. You're a blight on society and you ought to be clipped.

But enough on him, back to the children. If they aren't raised properly, they'll scream, shout and run everyone up the wall. Parents need to learn how to raise a child and not be immature about it. Wear protection if you don't want one, don't use the "We didn't have one, oh well." excuse or call it a blessing. Is it a blessing when you can't pay rent or bills because you decided to have a bundle of them? How can they take care of you when you can't take care of yourself?

It is my sole opinion and view that if you have a child or are expecting a child or trying to have a child, you no longer are allowed to do the things you did as a regular person. You are not allowed to have weekend binges and hangouts with friends. You are not allowed time with the girls out on the town, dressing sexy and playing hard to get. You definitely are not allowed to show off your tramp stamp on the dancer floor while also sporting your stretch marks in the front. Chris Rock put it best: You got two kids and you're in a club at three in the morning. Have some fucking decency.



It's sexy until your soon-to-be stretches it out.

And even then, some women do this with no shame. Tsk, tsk.

In any case, a tip of the hat to the parents who raise their children right and a middle finger to the ones who half-ass it.

Random Ramblings Vol. 2

I say I wanna build up my blog. But sometimes I don't feel into writing a post. Doesn't help that I get five views max. That's real encouraging. So if I don't put a post in for near a month, so be it. Not that I'm being salty, but it is discouraging. But hey, it is what it is. A winner never quits and a quitter never wins. Whoever coined that needs a coin for their pockets.

Going to point number 2: When you make a tanktop or a sleeveless shirt, make sure the straps are even. No one thick strap and make a spaghetti strap out of the other. I don't care about your artistic fashion. Do that with plaster or clay, don't do that with clothes people need to wear. Then again, when idiots feel obligated to pay ten grand for something that's made by a certain person, I guess you can put a turd on a dress and make bank.

One man's trash is another man's treasure.
A closed mouth goes unfed, but a picky eater starves.
The lesser aspects of something can be the most vital keys to what makes it well, it.

Me not smiling doesn't mean that I'm sad or angry. I just don't smile, moreso when I'm not on the job. I just don't smile. Honestly, any black male that knows full well the situation his group is in in America has no reason to do so. But that's not the main reason I don't smile, though it is a factor in recent years. I imagine it's the same for men in general. Not smiling doesn't mean that he's sad or angry. It just means he chooses not to smile. I can respect that. The ones who smile, let them. I'll choose not to.

This. I fucking hate this. If you're going to put your hands in your pockets, put them in all the way! No leaving the thumbs out, no putting just the thumbs in, or any of that bullshit. I really fucking hate it and I notice it's the fashion shitheads who do it. It's fucking stupid.

You know, I've gotten really grated by, you know people using, you know, you know when they talk. You know, it's really an indication that you don't know what you're talking about, you know. Especially when I don't know what, you know, you're talking about, you know? I've been guilty of using it at times, but I've tried to, you know, stop using it. It's really filler in what could be, you know civilized discussion.

You know?

Guess what? I made a game!

Well, sort of. It's a little something I made in RPG Maker VX Ace. It's called Monster Tower.



A little generic, but it works!

Now, if you're into this kind of thing, dive right in and take a look! If not, just disregard. Or share this with someone who may have a knack for it.

So the objective? You're a lone slime who wishes to challenge the trials of the Monster Tower. Along the way, you must meet up with other monsters and form pacts and bonds with them to make it to the top! What lies at the top? That's for you to find out...

Only took me two months to make from start to finish. I've fiddled with the program for a few months and I've finally gotten game out after two failed projects. It's a little rough around the edges, but it does the job right. I'm proud of it, though. A quitter never wins and a winner never quits. Now without further ado, here's the link.

And to those who can't get a game out, keep going for it, and most importantly, keep it simple. If you do too much, you get overwhelmed and you'll likely ragequit. Once again, a quitter never wins and a winner never quits.

Black Manual : A Handbook for the Black Male

You. Black man. You know who you are. Not the one who fits the usual criteria of what black males are seen as in our society. The one who isn't structured into that stereotype. This manual is for you. Follow it if you want, if not, fine as well.

1. Don't be the token minority
This one is important. If you are looking for friends(Which is pointless to begin with), find other black men like you. They're out there. Don't gravitate to a group of non-blacks. One thing most of these groups try to do is find a token minority so their group won't be seen as all-white and racist. They are not your friends. They are a liability towards you. You are not a friend in their circle. You are always the black friend, who has the black opinion and the black alternative to the standard. You are everything but what you intended to be to them: A friend. At least get a multicultural band of goons so you can stand on equal ground with them. Two or more of the same group will leave a unbalance.

2. Don't be the jokester
This is a very important one. One problem I have with people and how they view us is that we tell funny jokes or we're always supposed to be the funny men. There are too many comedians now. More comics than rappers. When you're a comic, people expect you to just be funny and not be serious. You have to stand strong and be direct. There's nothing wrong with making a witty snide everyone now and again, but don't do it every time. White people tend to laugh a little too hard at the black guy being the funny and wacky guy. Let the Joey Gladstones and Samuel Powers do the comic relief. We need more refined men that are respected and less of the coons. Even if they say you're a stiff blanket, be as stiff as you can be. A boy plays, a man watches his boy play.

3. Don't refrain yourself
You are a man. Do not let others say otherwise. You are a black man. Be strong. Be you. What a regular man does, you do just the same as he does. There's a stigma where a black man acts arrogant or has an ego and it's blown out of proportion.  Don't let people feel safe around you. If they do, you're trapped. You're already a beast to be reckoned with. Don't let them get too close. You have to be a man. Our women are on equal terms with us. That's the reason you see more black women in media rather than us. And if we are, we're with them, we're the token, there's one half of us onscreen or we're effeminate. Be a man and don't water yourself down. If those around you can't handle the real, raw prowess of a black man, tough. Don't be an asshole altogether but keep that little sprinkle of arrogance.

4. Don't sweat the opposite sex
So you've got your priorities straight. You're dedicated, focused and faithful. You want a relationship.  You're polite and a gentlemen. So what's the problem? Black men like you and me don't get dates. Smarts? Nigga please. Get that swag on. Dignity? Stupid. Wil' out and act a fool when things go wrong. Respect? You'll never see it. You are everything she doesn't want in a man. She likes drama. She wants a man that's not worth something. You are too much for her to handle. She will make an excuse not to date you. She won't even give you a chance or one date just to test the waters. And the girls who fit your criteria? They play hard to get, they're taken or they go for white men. So who's next? Non-black women. Good luck with that. They can find all you have in one of their men. But don't worry about it. The time wasted on that can go to furthering your career or goals. Make your worth and let those bitches pick the wrong men and fuck up their lives. You can laugh at them when their somewhat decent bodies get ruined by childbirth.

And avoid single mothers. That's all you have to pick from. I'm not speaking from experience, but I know who'll settle for us, Keyword. It's what you need not to do.

5. Keep to yourself
No company is better than bad company. So you've no friends or a girlfriend. So what? Stay to yourself. Be your own companion. You're better off with no friends than with people who call themselves your friends doing the exact opposite that a friend wanted to do. Even worse if you have money or fame. Should any person gain one of the two or both, this is where they become at the most vulnerable. People from the woodwork come out to be your pal or to be your lover or suddenly they want to date you. You don't need those people around you. I never kept friends for long and that's probably why I don't care to make them or look for any. It's just not in my cards. With us, we can't keep money. We have to splurge it on frivolous stuff and go buck wild. Why not invest that money into something or try to let it grow into something greater? Nope, that's stupid. The less of these fools you associate with, the better.

6. Don't falter
Stand strong. Stand tall. Do not falter. Through all of the obstacles you stand upon, you must not let them overwhelm you. I'm talking to you, the black man that keeps his pants up on his ass. The black man that doesn't speak with slang and with a limited vocabulary. The black man who isn't a chick magnet. The black man who prefers video games(Not Call of Duty or any of the non-gamer bullshit corporations shit out)and anime. The black man who dares to respect women, who dares to want to be something and keeps a level head on things. You are the ones who need uplift. Everyone hates us. We are shunned and attacked, hated and ridiculed. And even then, we must stand strong. Be strong. Swallow your tears and let it burn. Be angry. Be aggressive. Go at the world aggressively. If you have to do it alone, do it. Don't falter. Don't. Channel that frustration and go at it with finesse and determination. Your integrity is something no one can take, even when you die.

Remember that and these steps, and you can succeed in having a healthy life free of stress.

The Disaster of a Life: How to do it in a Few Easy Steps

This was a guideline I followed when I was in high school. After watching Maury nonstop and seeing girls my age get pregnant and drop out, I made it and I stuck by it adamantly. It may have been the one thing that made me into who I am today. So let's go through it step-by-step.

Clubs
Clubs are a place people go to find dates or an easy lay. They're the one place you go if you want to hitch up with someone. I avoided them(Like I was of age to even go at the time)and I do to this day. It's not worth it.

Music
Music is a way of expressing yourself and your emotions. So the right song can do just that. What plays in clubs? Dance music. Nothing wrong with dance music. I love dance music. But the lyrical content for most of them are sexual. Subtly, explicitly, they're talking about doing something relating to sex. The right song will have someone on you grinding and hugging on you in a seductive manner, male or female.

Alcohol
What do people have before pop, lock and dropping it? A drink or two. And these clubs sell some considerable stuff. So two drinks will get you all the way through. Now for the fools who go over that limit? Danger. They're the ones who either start fights or try to get some tail. You can see them before they see you, usually. And there are people who drink before going to a club and then drink more when they arrive.

Alternatively, alcohol may be substituted with drugs or pills.

Corruption
Now you have all of the above in your body, an ignorant song telling you to dance and hump, a few shots of tequila or some other alcohol, a pill that makes everything colorful and all of that mixing into a substance that tells you to drop everything and do everything you shouldn't. Someone bump into you? Get in his face for it. See a chick with some nice assets? Go for it! Wanna do something for the fuck of it? Do it! You're not in control at all, so you've no choice. It'll seem like a good idea at the time and that's when you know when you're corrupted. But you feel good. Or you feel like shit after throwing up.

Sex
Now if you came with some women, you may get one of them to bang. Or you could have gotten some floozies to come on your arm and they want you in them. Are they attractive? It depends on the person. One man's trash is another man's treasure. What looks good on the outside is poison on the inside. But even worse, you may have gotten a corrupt chick with a nice body but there an alternate scenario where you hooked up with a fat chick whose sole purpose is to cockblock all of her considerably attractive friends. And when she's not doing that, she's searching for prey. You, no longer the individual with his better judgment is in a vulnerable state. She sees you, she's going after you. And you better hope you're good on your feet. But even when you get captured, you don't care. You want to fuck, and Rosie O'Donnell looks like Ramona the supermodel to you. So you go for it and it's a lovely ride. And things go dark...

Aftermath
...and you wake up. You feel like shit. You feel horrible. Your head is pounding. Your clothes are all over the place. You're somewhere you don't know about, and you're alone. What happened? Exactly.
Sometimes, you're not alone. Next to you is a fat chick snoring. Her lipstick is smeared. And you see the exact shade on your face and crotch. Alternatively, she may be the hot chick you eyed. Great, right? Well, it's not all sunshine. Your head hurts and you feel queasy. You leave the scene as best as you can. A few days later, you feel itchy. Or sick. Or irritable. You know what happened a few days back and you go to the worst case scenario in your head. And that's what it is. Or, if you feel okay or in fact a lot better than usual, that means something's around the corner that'll put your good mood to waste. And it'll be arriving within nine months. Upon taking this path that's been paved for you, your life as is will now be a living hell. All you used to do and wanted to do will now go to waste. All because you went and made a Disaster of your Life.

Conclusion
This is how half of the population came to be, if not a third. Point is, life is screwed for them and the cycle will repeat with their kin and others like them. What are ways you can prevent this? Easy. Don't go to clubs. Simple. Don't do it. I've never been to one. And look at me. I'm miserable, but compared to the fool above, I've got it made. Don't drink. Your body doesn't need it and you'll feel good without it. It's a literal drug made legal. Look at all the nonsense that happens because of alcohol. You don't need it and it's downright expensive for good quality stuff. And lastly, avoid the drugs. Didn't you ever watch cartoons back in the day?

Do all of that, and you can avoid The Disaster of a Life. Want a Disaster of a Life? Do the opposite of what I posted in this entry.

Random Ramblings

I like Full House. Let me rephrase that: I love Full House. Why? It's got this charm to it, the oh-so campiness of it, the realistic feel of the first two seasons with Pam's death and the girls coming to terms with it, the gradual retooling when the Olsens grew up and started talking(some say this is where the show went downhill)and the show becoming more lighthearted and family-friendly, the transitional period between potty training Michelle, Teenage DJ, Jesse becoming tied down and losing out on his dream to be a music star and the new generational feel of the girls and even the men growing up and going through different events in their lives while living together.

And even the characters were likeable. Danny's delicacy, Jesse's smooth yet crash nature, Joey's kid appeal, Kimmy being a nuisance and then showing us she still has a heart underneath, the dynamic that Stephanie and DJ had growing up and Michelle being the breakout character for the show. Like Urkel, she was that one factor that kept the show so popular. But unlike Family Matters, she didn't cause cast members to leave abruptly or have a trait that made way for the more bizarre antics with science. The only characters I don't like are Rebecca and those twins. They hindered Jesse from becoming a star. All that performing and all those hard hours and suddenly you get a chance to make it big and what happens? You find a woman that actually sticks around and you get not one, but two reasons to drop it all. I think they were intended to replace Michelle when she got too old to be cute. Around that time, she could no longer do the adorable shtick. Ironically, Nicky and Alex were twins and yet the twins who were featured from start to finish had that factor hidden by the producers.

Nevertheless, even with its flaws, it makes for some great TV and it beats watching middle aged women acting like high schoolers at fancy restaurants. And the actress that played Gia was STACKED. If she was only twelve, she could put some grown men in jail. This man could have fell for her at first.

Next, I want to talk about commercial rap. The term shouldn't even exist. Commercial rap is designed for people who understand the message hip-hop has but still wants to censor it because kids listen to it. Kids are going to curse and hear cursing regardless of what you do. I was cursing since four. Commercial rap is also designed by people who don't like the message hip-hop has. Not swag, rims, hoes and the like. Community resistance, uplifting said community, injustice, corruption, the results of the FBI spreading crack into the black communities and neighborhoods. Have you ever heard of any music video as of late talk about those issues? Hell, anything that sounds intelligent and informative is a red flag. This was done on purpose. Now, you have degenerate music played on TV and on the radio. But guess what? As long as the cursing is omitted, it's okay! That's right. You can make reference to sex and sexual undertones so long as the explicit words aren't used. That's okay. The dance songs are okay, too. Just three words and the same 'verse' repeated over with mild variation. But forbid someone talks about cleaning up the communities and helping the youth.

And if you curse, the Black Egotistical Tyrants have a reason to not air you on their network without directly admitting that your content is too intelligent for their viewer base.