It's about Life. Subjects, Topics, Situations and Bull that is dealt to you everyday. Some may get offended if they get the 2 card. In this game the deuce are wild. So the topics can become what you want it to be or you can be ignorant with your eyes closed in society. I apologize if you are offended by reading this. If so, read no further. I welcome you to life itself. Whatever response we receive will be posted. I'm off the mic. . . Funkface
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Proof Ancestry.com works!!!
Well I am here to let you know Ancestry.com works. If you look at my past blogs you will see, photographic proof, how I found my family. Thanks God Jah-Jehovah. More to come....and I'm off the mic..... Funkface
Sunday, May 13, 2012
My Daily Bread from a Homeless Black Brotha'.
I was in a restaurant today and was told by a white lady, "You are such a sweet young man. That was nice of you." The reason you may ask?
When I was at the marathon today a homeless man was passing my booth window outside of the restaurant I was eating at. He was what you may call a stranger, I call him a Black Brotha'. He walked with a limp, his cart, necessities and his head up high. I noticed that I had some fries I could give him, knowing I will not be questioning if I will be eating a hot meal later today. So I put them in a bag, purchased him a drink and approached him. I let the Black Brotha' know, "I didn't purchase this because I feel sorry for you, I bought it because I Respect your fight to survive." He really appreciated that by saying, "Brotha' Your Respect just filled me up." I started eating the fries because I felt relaxed in his world, realizing I'm in need as much as he is but in my own way. Then I offered him some as we ate the fries together. I pulled back from handing him the fries to let him know that I realized I was a human being in need as well and I was accepting the nutrition he was feeding me. Being 2 Strong Black Brotha's' who Love and Respect our people, he and I clicked off ok. He told me where he was from, what he has done and how he survives. Great conversation. The lack of Love for our people is why he marches the 37th street he calls home. We question homeless people, laugh at homeless people and/or degrade them. His life wasn't a terrible life. He lost his wife and lives in depression. He said that he will find her. May Jah Bless my Brotha'.
So after we showed love and departed ways, I had to approach the white lady after I finished talking to my Black Brotha' JJ. I said to her, "Excuse me ma'am. I mean you no disrespect. My purpose for approaching you is to let you know that he was my Brotha'. We are from the same mother. That's the reason I shared with him my daily bread and mental inspiration. At the conclusion of our conversation I was the one who walked off feed. I was inspired with my portion of his daily bread." She responded, "Oh I am so sorry." I replied, "There is no need to apologize. He and I had a lot in common. We both Are Disciples. Now I must be on my way."
So Sista's and Brotha's take time out to enjoy a mental and spiritual meal with homeless people. We are all from the same mothers. We all are disciples.... And I'm off the mic. Much Love, Honor and DEEP Respect to JJ. May God Jah-Jehovah Bless you well. Face
When I was at the marathon today a homeless man was passing my booth window outside of the restaurant I was eating at. He was what you may call a stranger, I call him a Black Brotha'. He walked with a limp, his cart, necessities and his head up high. I noticed that I had some fries I could give him, knowing I will not be questioning if I will be eating a hot meal later today. So I put them in a bag, purchased him a drink and approached him. I let the Black Brotha' know, "I didn't purchase this because I feel sorry for you, I bought it because I Respect your fight to survive." He really appreciated that by saying, "Brotha' Your Respect just filled me up." I started eating the fries because I felt relaxed in his world, realizing I'm in need as much as he is but in my own way. Then I offered him some as we ate the fries together. I pulled back from handing him the fries to let him know that I realized I was a human being in need as well and I was accepting the nutrition he was feeding me. Being 2 Strong Black Brotha's' who Love and Respect our people, he and I clicked off ok. He told me where he was from, what he has done and how he survives. Great conversation. The lack of Love for our people is why he marches the 37th street he calls home. We question homeless people, laugh at homeless people and/or degrade them. His life wasn't a terrible life. He lost his wife and lives in depression. He said that he will find her. May Jah Bless my Brotha'.
So after we showed love and departed ways, I had to approach the white lady after I finished talking to my Black Brotha' JJ. I said to her, "Excuse me ma'am. I mean you no disrespect. My purpose for approaching you is to let you know that he was my Brotha'. We are from the same mother. That's the reason I shared with him my daily bread and mental inspiration. At the conclusion of our conversation I was the one who walked off feed. I was inspired with my portion of his daily bread." She responded, "Oh I am so sorry." I replied, "There is no need to apologize. He and I had a lot in common. We both Are Disciples. Now I must be on my way."
So Sista's and Brotha's take time out to enjoy a mental and spiritual meal with homeless people. We are all from the same mothers. We all are disciples.... And I'm off the mic. Much Love, Honor and DEEP Respect to JJ. May God Jah-Jehovah Bless you well. Face
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Gay Rights? None of my Business!!
That was a very brave stand you took President OB and my Respect goes to you.
Why do you get into peoples lives that don't deal with you, that don't even know you and some don't even want to know you. I'm worried about what God's gonna say to me on Judgement Day to be here judging the rights of others or even worrying about them.
My Strong Beautiful Black Sister's and Strong Black Brother's. Let's take this Civil Right's issue in the direction of Gay's and Gay Marriage. While we discuss this remember what we went through. Gay people are trying to gain their rights like we once did and we, as blacks, still haven't completely reached the top of the mountain with our Rights. I disagree with gay's and same sex marriage but I'm not gonna get involved in denying someone the rights to do what they want to do after we (Blacks) had to go through the extent of slavery, rape, murder, hanging, touchier etc. . to where we are today. This topic is just a needle point and it's at the top of politics. So before the topic gets in depth towards Gay's, they deserve not to go through, even a needle point of, what we went through towards having man to control their freedom.
If you don't like green beans at the Thanksgiving table what do you do? You don't ask someone to pass them to you. You don't put any on your plate. You don't even want a splash of juice mixed with your other food. No, you pass it over and don't deal with it. Ok? True? Gay Rights. Pass gay Rights during the vote and vote for what you feel it good.
A lot of people talk about Christianity. "God don't like homosexuality." but wait a minute, God don't like war. So you vote for war. You may disagree with it, but you vote for it. You cheer on your country when it goes to war. You vote for Presidents that put humans in harms way. NO?
EX: What would you do if your Father, mother, son, daughter or mate was in harms way: In the war, in the house, on the streets, on the job..... anywhere. You hear your loved one scream. "AAAAAWWWW!!!!" You know that voice because there is no scream like that. You run towards that scream and upon arrival you see your loved one with a gun to their head. You probably will scream yourself to death. Scream for help matter of fact.
You Scream: "OH NO!!! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!!!"
A man steps up and replies, "Don't worry. I'll handle the situation. Just stay calm."
You say, "Oh ok. Thanks so very much." with tears in your eyes and the thought of death to your loved one.
The man approaches the murderer, holding your loved on by the neck, and says, "Please let them go. They have loved ones behind me worried." The murder responds, "You get me one dollar for a drink I'll let their loved one go." The man says, "Ok. Don't hurt them. I'll be right back." So the man approaches you by saying, "Everything is ok. If you give him 1 dollar he will let your young one go." You say, "Oh Thank You. May God Bless You." Upon handing the man the money you get a responds from the man, "I just did my fingernails. I hope that murderer doesn't mess them up." You look at him crazy and respond, "What are you talking about?" He replies, "Oh, I'm gay, can't you tell. I'll be right back with your loved one." and then walks back to save your loved one.
WHAT WOULD YOU DO!!!!!!??????
1. Grab your money back?
2. Say, "Get out of my face faggot?"
3. Shout, "Don't let him save my mate because he's gay!"
4. How about, "Just let them die. I don't need a fag. It's in the Bible that gay and same sex marriage is wrong."
5. "He's gay Mr. Murder!! Just kill my loved one. Don't let him save them!!"
6. Do you take your 'Thanks You's' back.
7. Do you say, "My bad God. I didn't know he was gay so don't bless him."
8. or none of the above?
If you pick either between 1-7 you are a LIAR!!!
So you make the call. Americans we have to respect the rights of others. Not agree with it, just respect them. When it comes to voting you have to agree that you're gonna vote for a President that you don't agree with everything he says.
Well, I have taken to much time talking about this. I have to talk to God about my own problems.
I need to be prepared for Judgement Day!
. . . . . . and I'm off the mic.
Funkface
Respect
Monday, May 7, 2012
I Will no Longer call this land San Bernadino!
As I sit upon the land, which is now called San Bernadino, California, it really gets me when I call the town San Bernadino. It originally was referred to as, "The Valley of the Cupped Hand of God". Like all tribes of this land (America), their land was considered spiritual until the white man stole it. This part of, what You call, "America" was stolen from the Tongva Tribe, and renamed, "San Bernadino". I may have to put the bug of knowledge into the ears of man, but as of today, if you ask of my location and Funk say, "I'm in The Valley of the Cupped Hand of God." You will know my location. My Respect to the Tribes of this land....and I'm off the mic.. Funkface
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