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     Carey AALBC .com Platinum Poster Username: Carey Post Number: 2255 Registered: 05-2004 Rating: N/A |
So I relapsed - okay. So I am a whore that gets paid with a smile - okay. You do know what they say? Yeah, you know what they say ...."once a junkie, always a junkie". Okay, I raise my hand. I am hooked like a fat catfish at the bottom of the Mississippi River. I am not Blacula, nor am I Pookie, am CareyCarey, am a blogger. Now, work with me because I am constipated. I mean, I have some stuff in me that has to get out, and it could splatter all over the place. That's nasty ain't it. Well, tough tiddy but somebody gonna suck it. Did you check out that title? It's from Buck And The Preacher Man. I don't know about you, but for my money, that was a damn good flick. I consider myself an armchair movie critic, I love me some movies. That movie is a classic. Are you kidding me, Sidney Poitier, Harry Belafonte AND Ruby Dee, come on now. I could write a post on that movie - alone! You can have Client Eastwood's Unforgiven. I mean, it was an alright cowboy flick, with Morgan Freeman doing his best Mr. Charlie, but that movie has nothing on ol'buck and the preacherman. I suppose that depends on what a person is looking for??? I'll get back to that. I have attended the Telluride Film Festival, in Telluride Colorado. Yes sir, I sure have. I sat right next to the "2 Thumbs up man", you know, the movie critic. Did you know he was married to a black woman! Quit it! Yes he is. Well, the last time I talked with him, he had a fat black woman at his side and she WAS his wife, but I digress. Film festivals are great. All you do is sit around with other movie lovers and watch movies. Yep, a weekend pass can be purchased or a tickets can be purchased at the window, but it's movies nonstop. Some are shown in intimate little ol' school theaters and others are viewed on outdoor screens. Of course, in that mix, there's dinners, Q & A's and socializing . A little story: One day, my wife and I got up early in the morning to be the first in line to see a movie starring Danny Glover and Angela Bassett. Since it was a USA premiere, the two of them were going to be there. Well, we were not the only ones that thought the early bird catches the worm, and thus, were locked out of the movie. But alas, the race card was drawn. Maybe I shouldn't call it a race card, but check this out. We were standing outside the theater, licking our wounds when Danny and Angela came strolling by. I don't know if you know anything about Telluride Colorado, but there's not a lot of black faces running around - okay. Opray has a home there but let me get back. Angela spoke to my wife and Danny spoke to me. That was after they gave us a look of "what are these two negroes doing standing out here eating fried chicken". You may think that's funny, but I have to tell you ......we were eating fried chicken - okay. That's another story for another time, but while we were talking, a man came out from the theater and yelled something to Mr. Glover. Now, I don't know if this man had been around many blacks but Danny and Angela looked at that man like "motherf**ker, don't you see us talking". The man darted back inside like he'd been caught snapping lewd pictures of little girls. But, you can beat a fool half to death and they'll still be a fool. One minute later, the man came back for another piece of black pie. Come to find out, it was the producer, and the crowd was waiting for Angela and Danny. He gingerly walked over to our little group and asked Danny if me and my wife were his friends. Angela looked at my wife and said, "they sure are". That made my day. Of course we, my friends and I, Danny, Angela, and my wife, couldn't just run in the joint like we'd just won the lotto, oh no. We told him that we'd be there in a minute. After the director parted are company, we all fell out laughing like we'd just kicked president Bush - square up in his ass. After we were done wiping the slobber off our lips, the producer invited us inside, where we were graciously ushered to our box seats. But see, I didn't intend to talk about movies. But like I said, am all stopped up. I intended to talk about a few messages I've received over the last few days. Not text messages or e-mails, but knowledge through observation. Let me start by saying I am not a Travis Smiley fan - okay, but I am not a hater either. I say that because the brother does have some nice words of wisdom. However, why does our stories of triumph have to be preceded with stories of doom and gloom. I mean, why did I have to hear that Mr. Smiley once slept in a room with 7 other siblings - huh? I don't know if there are many football fans out there, but the Miami Hurricanes football team has a new coach, a black man, and they are doing great. Well, why did I have to hear about his sibling that died from crack cocaine. I mean, right in the middle of the game, why did I have to hear that? Then, just yesterday, I was over at RiPPa's spot when someone posted something about the leader of Brazil losing his pinkie finger. Yeah, they went on to qualify his excellence by mentioning that he'd worked on an assembly line. I couldn't understand why that had to be mentioned in the context of Brazil winning the Olympic bid. I am going to stop this post right here because I have a WHOLE lot more to say and I don't want to be a bore. Well, not in one post. But see, I gotta get back to the "poison that's soaked in the ground". Some of you may know what I am talking about, but we'll see. Oh yeah, I have some more to say, but I feel better now. I've had my fix but I don't want to overdose. Yet, I gotta get back to Mr. Smiley. It's not bad, it's all good. Well, it depends on what one is looking for. I think I might even tell the rest of the Telluride story. Posted by CareyCarey at 9:29 AM | ||
| Chrishayden "Cyniquian" Level Poster Username: Chrishayden Post Number: 8213 Registered: 03-2004 Rating: N/A |
Well, why did I have to hear about his sibling that died from crack cocaine. "They are trying to broaden the fan base. Some fans have an ejaculation over statistics--others care about "story". That's why you're hearing all this, and why the media promote teams or players with good story--"one of the coaches died in a plane crash", "He fought back from cancer" It is as old as "win one for the Gipper"--even though that was a movie. | ||
| Carey AALBC .com Platinum Poster Username: Carey Post Number: 2259 Registered: 05-2004 Rating: N/A |
I see your point, Chris, and I agree that it's a form of entertainment. But the point I am trying to make is why does this type of "engrossing" stories seem to be limited to black men? See my point? One would be led to believe that white people don't smoke crack, or there are no fatherless white children. Sure, we all know that's not true but their stories are seldom told with the same gloom and doom. More so, tell the story but not while the man is standing in moments of glory. "look at that pass, that's good coaching, and btw, his brother is a crackhead" Is it a right of passage or demand that black men have a sordid past in order to claim victory? Of course that's not true, but I believe some individuals know what I am talking about. Some of our youth buy into that mentality. Many of our young black youth believe the claim to fame runs through the penitentary. I just wish the media gave us a balance. I want to hear more stories of the good black man that had a good father, and came from a 2 parent home. I once was sitting with a mexican that diluted himself into thinking he was white. One day I told him that the media and the history writers have a penchant for writing people of color out of history. He said what has the black man done except run an underground railroad. Really, he said that. I think he said something else about the peanut, or some other foolish mess. "look at that punch, now that's a good boxer, and btw, his daddy once knocked out 4 crackers before breakfast" Now that's a fine story that er'body should hear. "look at that footwork. Yep, even though Opie grew up in Mayberry, he's still a nice young man. Btw, he was raised by his mother because his father was killed by a black man after he pinched on the ass of the black man's wife" "old daddy buster was known for buying brown sugar down in the bottom, but his son is doing just fine" |
