<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:29:02.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journeyman's Journal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-4518909822863338737</id><published>2009-02-15T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:50:49.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A WIIIIIRRRREEE  HAAAAAANNNGEEERRRRRR!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7PJ8lm6ghs/SZhMzZhtrNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qYio1wAPxhE/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7PJ8lm6ghs/SZhMzZhtrNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qYio1wAPxhE/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303073007138090194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen this advertisement while checking my email and was a little turned off.  I thought they said that these designers were moving away from these anorexic looking models?!? I don't know what happened here, but I don't like it one bit.  BUT I could be wrong...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-4518909822863338737?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4518909822863338737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=4518909822863338737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/4518909822863338737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/4518909822863338737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2009/02/wiiiiirrrreee-haaaaaannngeeerrrrrr.html' title='A WIIIIIRRRREEE  HAAAAAANNNGEEERRRRRR!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7PJ8lm6ghs/SZhMzZhtrNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qYio1wAPxhE/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-4990716215083603942</id><published>2009-02-10T16:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:47:06.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I AM better than you... or so I think...</title><content type='html'>Im posting this article I saw on Yahoo.com.  Its not my article but I felt it was worth sharing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/livescience/20090210/sc_livescience/bodylanguagerevealswealth"&gt;Body Language Reveals Wealth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanna Bryner&lt;br /&gt;Senior Writer&lt;br /&gt;LiveScience.com jeanna Bryner&lt;br /&gt;senior Writer&lt;br /&gt;livescience.com – Tue Feb 10, 1:05 pm ET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flashy handbag or Armani suit can signal a person's wealth, but so can their body language, according to a new study. People of higher socioeconomic status are more rude when conversing with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychologists Michael Kraus and Dacher Keltner of the University of California, Berkeley, videotaped pairs of undergraduate students who were strangers to one another, during one-on-one interviews. In total, 100 undergraduate students participated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The researchers then looked for certain gestures that indicate level of interest in the other person during one-minute slices of each conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They found that students whose parents were from higher socioeconomic status (SES) backgrounds engaged in more of what he called "impolite" behaviors, such as grooming, doodling and fidgeting. Lower SES students showed more "I'm interested" gestures, including laughter and raising of the eyebrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The higher SES students fidgeted with nearby objects for an average of two seconds, while those from lower SES backgrounds almost never fidgeted during the 60-second clips. Upper SES students also groomed themselves for short stints while lower SES students didn't. Rather, the lower SES students nodded their heads, laughed and raised their eyebrows an average of one to two seconds more than their upper SES counterparts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're talking seconds here, but that is a pretty big difference when you consider that we coded one minute of interaction time," Kraus told LiveScience. "So how many times a day are you nodding if you're lower socioeconomic status?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes down to our animalistic tendencies, Kraus explained. Like a peacock's tail, the seemingly snooty gestures of higher SES students indicates modern society's version of "I'm fit," and "I don't need you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the animal world, conflict arises when you're battling for status. So it's adaptive for us to avoid those conflicts and tell us we know 'I'm higher status than you, so don't bother having a conflict with me,'" Kraus figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lower SES individuals can't afford to brush off others. "Lower SES people have fewer resources, and by definition should be more dependent on others," Kraus said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The research is detailed in the January issue of the journal Psychological Science. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes a little sense to me why some people act like they do...  What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-4990716215083603942?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4990716215083603942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=4990716215083603942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/4990716215083603942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/4990716215083603942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-i-am-better-than-you-or-so-i.html' title='Because I AM better than you... or so I think...'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-6026635406521925127</id><published>2009-02-10T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:03:36.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love or Lust... What is more powerful?</title><content type='html'>So here's the deal. For the few who sporadically check this page and those who just so happen to stumble upon the page, if you haven't realized yet, I don't really like writing until I find something good to write about that everybody else isn't already writing about. I avoided all the Obama/Clinton/McCain/Palin mess because, not only was there a flood of other blogs with people sharing that information, nothing that I stated about the situation would have been any different from the information that had already been spread over 50 million blogs already. I can't really talk about the recession. Not because I cant, but more so that I don't want to. Kinda depressing to look at the numbers so I'd rather just do my best to keep myself prepared for whatever may come and stay away from talking about the bad reports of another large company laying off or closing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I came across &lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/sex/is-lust-more-important-than-emotional-stability-366235"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; on yahoo.com. Kinda peaked my interest because this is often a decision between me and my female friends when I try to explain to them that love is a decision and "that feeling" that they think is love, eventually runs out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article touches on how men and women in the past would look at marriage as more of an "arrangement"; he's financially and emotionally stable, she is chaste and can cook, together we make a perfect team. WONDER TWINS UNITE!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW the emphasis is on attraction. Is he or she sexy? Do they give me that bubbly feeling inside? Doesn't matter if he's a responsible, caring, sympathetic man. (In fact the last time I went to the comedy club, the comedian tried to imply that a sensitive caring man was, by default, a homosexual. Crazy.) Doesn't matter if she is supportive, loving, and she can throw down in the kitchen. The mentality now is "If they aren't sexy, I'll pass." They can be broke, jobless, worthless overall as an individual and still be on the top of some one's list of people who they want to marry. "Such and such woulda been perfect if only he had some ambition and a job. I woulda been married by now but I got tired of paying for stuff. But he was perfect." It was what I heard outta female's mouth about how she used to be so in "love" with this guy who had no car, no job, and no drive to even try to do better. It was one of those "Ima just stay at your apartment all day and wait for you. And by the way, bring me something to eat on your way home" type situations. A perfect example of how things have changed. To be honest, I was fool for talking to her too. I'm doing pretty good for myself and she put me and him on the same level. No thanks. Not to say I'm better than anyone but we ain't hanging out in the same room. And while I won't take all the blame, I will say that I sometimes participate in this line of thinking as well. I couldn't call myself any better than she is. My mind didn't always operate right. The broad couldn't cook, her conversation was mediocre at best, and calling her supportive would be doing nothing less than lying. But she did have "the appeal"... I've had good situations in the past that have been perfect on paper that didn't have "the appeal" and they eventually got left alone. What's the balance? I don't know. How do we change it and remove some the superficiality of the situation? Don't know that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do know is that this change in mentality is the cause of the high divorce rate. Getting married because of a feeling that may go away or an appearance that may fade is a mistake. If the content of their character isn't good, and you don't have an open, honest, FRIENDSHIP to begin with... get ready to be at the courthouse a second time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-6026635406521925127?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6026635406521925127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=6026635406521925127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/6026635406521925127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/6026635406521925127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-or-lust-what-is-more-powerful.html' title='Love or Lust... What is more powerful?'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-8663370705481804049</id><published>2008-11-25T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:12:21.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jim Jones... The fashion icon?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshh4zFc87g3uf3TC2ew"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshh4zFc87g3uf3TC2ew" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My homeboy showed me this video last night and at first I was buggin a lil bit but then I got to thinkin...  This fella DID pop off a LOT of different hip hop fashion styles and he gets NO credit for puttin them styles into the mainstream.  Couldnt really say too much when he got done...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-8663370705481804049?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8663370705481804049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=8663370705481804049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/8663370705481804049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/8663370705481804049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2008/11/jim-jones-fashion-icon.html' title='Jim Jones... The fashion icon?!?'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-3856414694690291016</id><published>2008-11-24T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:56:23.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Message to Blockbuster...</title><content type='html'>Ahhh.  I had to tell the cashier at blockbuster something tonight.  I made a request.  I asked him to have blockbuster please stop calling me.  I said: "Stop callin my house bout these late movies!!! I know the movies are late! I got the movies AT MY HOUSE!!!"  He laughed but a part of me was so serious. LOL!  Why they keep havin that automated voice call my phone askin me about these movies I got out like I dont know that I got em?!?  Im feelin like that fella on Menace II Society when he turned to Sam Jackson and said: "I'll pay you when I FEEL like it!"  I dont know.  Im buggin.  But if I rent 3 movies at once so I wont have to keep goin back up there, everything aint gone get watched at once. And I dont want netflix or nothin like that where I gotta wait forever to get the movie I want.  I wanna go up to blockbuster on tuesday nights and get the new releases. But they just gone have to understand that if they say aint no late fees; it aint no late fees and I just &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; turn my movies in late.  But anyway... Let me stop bein stupid. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-3856414694690291016?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3856414694690291016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=3856414694690291016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/3856414694690291016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/3856414694690291016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2008/11/message-to-blockbuster.html' title='Message to Blockbuster...'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-1459519837612381039</id><published>2008-09-25T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:03:06.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>McGangsta?!? Not whassup.</title><content type='html'>Everytime I see something like this I get upset.  Maybe I shouldnt be, but I am.  Some of you will understand, others wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.accessatlanta.com/news/content/shared-gen/ap/TV/People_Ed_McMahon.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-1459519837612381039?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1459519837612381039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=1459519837612381039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/1459519837612381039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/1459519837612381039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2008/09/mcgangsta-not-whassup.html' title='McGangsta?!? Not whassup.'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-8260209620591732796</id><published>2008-09-25T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:01:37.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why go to college when you can get money?</title><content type='html'>Here we have a kid who has found a work around to having to go to college for one year before going to the NBA.  On one side Im thinking "This is smart. Go ahead and get that EXP and money now. I cant hate..." On the other side Im thinking "leave it to a nigga to find a way to get out of going to college after our elders worked so hard for us to get in..."  I could be wrong, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/nba/news?slug=aw-jennings092408&amp;prov=yhoo&amp;type=lgns"&gt;Check him out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-8260209620591732796?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8260209620591732796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=8260209620591732796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/8260209620591732796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/8260209620591732796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-go-to-college-when-you-can-get.html' title='Why go to college when you can get money?'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-254019072367967363</id><published>2008-09-25T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:23:03.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week One...</title><content type='html'>FINALLY!!! Something to write about.  All this time, the only thing thats been worth talking about was politics. And I refuse to talk about McPalin or O'Biden. But now... Now Bishop Weeks is getting a reality show to find a wife.  Im thinking to myself "who in their right mind would be on a reality TV show with this man who is KNOWN to have smashed up his previous wife's face?!?"  And then I thought about it.  This is America; The home of the brave; the home of the free; the home of the Flavor Flav show... Right... If ther are three different sets of remotely attractive (and some VERY unattractive) women in this world who would kiss on this man, there are at least 5 different women in this world who would chase after this -Even if it is just for his status. But this isn't my issue with this man.  My issue is the fact that this minister is making a mockery out of the sacred institution that God ordained; reducing it to a TV reality show was already bad, but having a minister co-sign on it is a little bit much for me.  But maybe I'm wrong...  Take a look &lt;a href="http://www.ajc.com/search/content/metro/stories/2008/09/20/weeks.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-254019072367967363?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/254019072367967363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=254019072367967363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/254019072367967363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/254019072367967363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2008/09/week-one.html' title='The Week One...'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-7877210979995902468</id><published>2008-06-21T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T13:59:23.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday June 21st - Alone at the Job</title><content type='html'>10:04  Not too long logged in at the job.  No calls yet.  Had to run down stairs to get this Pot Pie out of the microwave in the cafeteria.  Gotta eat this mess from CVS since I cant leave the desk today. Kinda trash... Life without a break... It should taste ok though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:23  Its starting to sink in now. A couple calls outta the way and Im still alone.  No. My co-worker isnt late again today.  He's not coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:39  Talking to relative about some computer stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:57  You know its getting bad when you start searching for stories online about the decline in the demand for oil and the decrease in price per barrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:15  I gotta go to the bathroom... Dont know whether to leave the phone in available and sprint for it or shut down for 2 minutes to go do a number 1.  Better not take the risk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:17  Im back. No harm done. Emails in the inbox.  Customers askin for stuff.  Fixed it. Replied.  Done... Now go away. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:33  Fighting depression.  I wanna cry.  Where is my girlfriend?!? Should I just call or text a random person?!? I dont wanna talk to most of these people in my phone but here comes lonely... and sleepy... Forget them all, though. Better take care of the business before this deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:15  Man, this clock is moving slow! No break today.  No fresh air.  Just the hum of my very dated desktop... slowly putting me to sleep...  I could really do this from home... Save me some "$4 a gallon" gas.  I do detest mondays, though.  Hate them.  Hate getting up earlier than usual... And I hate hearing coworkers laugh and joke while I get screamed at on the phone by a customer who doesnt understand that simple things become really complex when everything is broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:27  Phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:35  Highlight of my morning.  I get a phonecall asking about going on a double date.  Probably to the movies she says.  But there's a problem.  The problem is with me.  The problem is that last night went from being a "Hey, how about we chill at your house after I get off work for a lil bit and you drop me off at the train station afterwards? I can be home by 11" to its after 1am and I think I hear my phone buzzing on the couch... I better go...  Will I still go out tonight? Dont know yet.  A part of me wants to.  The other part of me says, "If you dont sleep when you get home, gettin up at 6am tomorrow for church is gonna give you a small taste of hell before entering into the sanctuary. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:43  Bubble guts. Not good. Bathroom break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:47  Back in record time.  Time usually flies after 1.  Problem is... 1 aint here yet... I gotta get away for a second or else this day will take forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:25  TELEPHONE!!! Wasnt too bad.  Talked to my mother and got a call from my lady friend; it kinda sped time up a lil bit.  Unfortunately, I still got another 2.5 hours.  Three calls just came back to back.  This better stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:51  Replying back to people who personally emailed me days ago.  The work has been taken care of.  Some more calls came in.  Its the same lady.  Cant call it nit picking.  She spent her money. But I have seen bigger issues. By the way... COME ON 3 O'CLOCK!!! What is taking so LOOOONNNGGGG?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:43  I got the cotton mouth.  Im sleepy.  I wanna pass out.  But now I got work to do.  Not all that cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:01  Just had to say somethin at this time.  Its a benchmark moment for me.  One more hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:21  More people are calling me.  Why?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:33  Almost home.  My work is done.  Im tired of typing this... Im tired of reading this...  Im gone... Just know that this will have a happy ending... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:58  I have survived... Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-7877210979995902468?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7877210979995902468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=7877210979995902468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/7877210979995902468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/7877210979995902468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2008/06/saturday-june-21st-alone.html' title='Saturday June 21st - Alone at the Job'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-3667594114645199854</id><published>2008-03-26T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T17:05:12.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Beautiful People Problem"</title><content type='html'>I may have wrote on this before but at any rate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today... Today Im watchin CNN with my sister and they did a lil blip about how some study was done by some college somewhere in the U.S. of A. that said that the happiest couples/marriages are those that are composed of an ugly/homely lookin man and a gorgeous woman. Now, when I heard this, it seemed to be more evidence to support a belief that I've had for about 7 years now; two beautiful people cant be together. I've had my share of arguments with friends of every shape size and color about this. They disagree with me, but Ive had a stance that two beautiful people cannot be together for quite a while now. And now CNN is co-signing with their "Ugly men make the best husbands" report. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of my mentality came from watchin and over hearing the issues that my mother's and sister's friends would talk to them about. They would call with some crazy sob story about how some sorry fella done sat back and done somethin ridiculous to them but they still love them and "get them out of their system". You know, that BS "so deep in this blind and blissful love" mentality they developed from listening to too much Babyface as a teenager. Sometimes I even got sucked in to talkin to them about their problems so they could get a "guy's perspective" on the situation. After looking at these girls and women, between the ages of 16 and 45, I noticed that they all had one of two very common denominators: either they were ugly and they didnt know it so they continued to strive for some guy who was out of their league and tried to play everyone else OR they were beautiful and didnt understand that, with the scarcity of good (100% straight) men in conjunction with the fact that 75% of single women on this earth will do almost ANYTHING to have one of those, they just &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; wanna deal with the guy who genuinely loves them instead of trying to hold on to this dream guy that they've been searching for for the last 15 years since they divorced their last husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION: Do you know any "Popular Jock/Cheerleader" couples that survived after highschool?!? Cause I dont. They dont survive. (Especially if the fella didnt go to the pros...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem comes along with the term "Superficiality". You see, Im a good lookin guy. So I know there's this mentality deep down inside of every good lookin person that says "this girl/guy better not mess up, cause if they do, I promise Im finna upgrade the first opportunity I get!" And thats how it goes. And endless cycle of someone waiting on the other party to mess up cause they werent ever happy to begin with. There's also fact that a woman trying a good looking man who aint gone cheat these days is like trying to find a prostitute without aids in Swaziland, Africa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this lady; She's got to be a good 47 - 48 years old now. She got this guy who likes her and this fella is a straight square, but he tries so hard to impress her. I mean, this guy worships the ground she walks on and she lets him try but continues to shoot him down. Now, the sad part is that he didnt learn what I learned so long ago - beautiful people who havent learned how to deal with the "Beautiful People Problem" will never be with someone society deems as normal. Its nothing he did, its just the facts. As long as she feels like she deserves Male #1, anything less than Male #1 is settling and a person of her caliber cant be with just anybody. The situation is further complicated because Male #1 dont wanna settle down cause he wants to be 100% sure he got all his escapades outta his system before he gets locked into some mess. She cant understand why Male #1 wont settle down, even though she's doing everything he ask and everything she possibly can to please him. And her woes wont end until she realizes that Male #2 is trying just as hard for her as she is for Male #1, stops looking at his flaws and starts looking at the fact that she finally has somebody in her life who aint gone put her second. She aint figured that out yet, so shes gonna be single for a while. She is the middle piece holding together the "Beautiful People Problem". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: This may only apply to large cities where the number of good looking men is much smaller in proportion to beautiful women AND ugly people with a "false self-image" (read: dont know theyre ugly) and beautiful people with low self-esteem can throw a monkey wrench into the equation...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-3667594114645199854?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3667594114645199854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=3667594114645199854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/3667594114645199854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/3667594114645199854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2008/03/beautiful-people-problem.html' title='The &quot;Beautiful People Problem&quot;'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-5487399158635096341</id><published>2008-03-20T16:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T16:50:04.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This changed my life...</title><content type='html'>Watch &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ahg6qcgoay4"&gt;this first&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its stupid... I know... but the message at the end made me think.... "See how easy it is to miss what you're not looking for?!?"  Forget the video and think about the other stuff in life that you want.  Sometimes you can be striving so hard for the wrong thing, or just be completely distracted by a lot of "extra-curricular activities" in your life, that you can completely miss out on what you are supposed to have; It can pass right on by and you wont even notice it... Crazy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-5487399158635096341?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5487399158635096341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=5487399158635096341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/5487399158635096341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/5487399158635096341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-changed-my-life.html' title='This changed my life...'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-1258681815237582206</id><published>2008-01-29T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T15:03:26.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Employee of the Year</title><content type='html'>Employee of the year awards go out soon. Some people say I got a chance at winning. I don't know. Part of me is so modest and feels undeserving. "I'm apart of a great team" it says. "Others are much more deserving than me" it says. The other, slightly arrogant, part of me says "Why not? I would be a perfect poster boy for this award, and plus, I'm looking REAL good today in my suit." Now, I cant say that I'm under qualified for it; I have numerous employee of the month awards this year as well as employee of the quarter, but is it enough? Do my "intangibles", personal letters from customers, and self sacrificing for the "team" support me winning in areas where my numbers do not? I don't know... But I do want my co-workers who are reading this to know - if I lose, I wont be mad... after I win the next award. And if I win, its alright to put aside your hate for a few days and congratulate me, take me out to eat and buy me smoothies in the winter time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: How about nobody from our department gets anything?!? Crazy, I know.  Basically, it was a situation where some departments that were supposed to do something didnt do it so nobody gets anything.  Thats the long story short.  I was told by the manager that I was basically the winner but because other departments along the same vein of our type of operation didnt pull weight there was no "competition" and thus no award was given.  Crazy.  I should be more upset than I am, but if its one thing that Ive learned over the years of battling self esteem issues as an adolescent is that another person's opinion doesnt really matter anyway.  You gotta know who you are for yourself before anybody else does.  And while I may not be able to put this "supposed to have had employee of year" on my resume, whats done is done; time cant be turned back on it.  I wont let this overlook bring me down.  I dont need somebody else to validate me. Its just the principle I guess that makes it come off a lil sideways.  This just feels like one of those situations that'll prolly hit me a few days from now as to how jacked up it really was and be pissed off about it, but who knows, part of me is kinda numb to silly stuff like this...  I had to buy my own employee of the month T-shirt when it took forever for me to win what I felt like I deserved.  I wore my shirt about once a month for about 3 to 4 months before I got it and Ive been winning every since.  This year I was award EOTM 4 times and EOTQ twice; basically taking care of half the years awards.  In the end though, it doesnt matter - Im still gonna have to dress myself in the morning and walk in this place and listen to these customers complain.  Until I can get someone to bathe and dress me in the morning, preparing me for my journey to my living room where I will be laid up next to something beautiful and brownskinned, I still aint where I need to be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-1258681815237582206?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1258681815237582206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=1258681815237582206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/1258681815237582206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/1258681815237582206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2008/01/employee-of-year.html' title='Employee of the Year'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-8297103643660228780</id><published>2008-01-18T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T10:03:14.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who else needs to say something?</title><content type='html'>All I got to say is: "What's next?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Tiger Woods forgot that his skin got pigment in it, he surely should understand that by now.  He gone have to come off all that cablasian foolishness.  First it was the collard greens and fried chicken comment, then the "they are gonna have to lynch him" comment and now &lt;a href="&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ajc.com/sports/content/shared-gen/ap/General_Golf_News/GLF_Golfweek_Editor_Out.html&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;....  I dont know where these white people are getting this sensation in their bodies that its ok to make "nigger" jokes.  It seems like somebody somewhere along the lines of the production process shoulda stopped this from happening.  Yet  Tiger keeps shruggin it off and lettin them get away with it.... and they keep doing it to him.  Seems like maybe he needs to legally change his name from Tiger to another word that means cat....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-8297103643660228780?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8297103643660228780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=8297103643660228780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/8297103643660228780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/8297103643660228780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2008/01/who-else-needs-to-say-something.html' title='Who else needs to say something?'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-6789650057352838137</id><published>2008-01-02T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T13:28:53.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children of Passion  (This aint cool but Ima write it anyway...)</title><content type='html'>The world seems to be getting more and more full of "Children of Passion"...  You're probably wondering what Im talking about when I say that...  Im talking about ugly people.  Children of Passion have two parents who decided to let go of all their inhibitions for one night and succumb to the "desires of their heart".  Now, maybe its a situation of being exposed to so many different types of "beautiful" people through the media that we have become de-sensitized and can no longer be satisfied by what used to be good enough to be deemed beautiful - and I'll revisit that notion but part of me just feels like people are just "humping" any and everybody now.  Maybe Im wrong for askin it, but when was the last time you seen someone on the street that made you think "You know what?!? If had to end it all right now with her/him, I would do it".  I aint seen that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it could be the fact that Im just extra picky and may never really be satisfied but I aint gone accept that; Id rather blame it on the media for warping my perception.  It ruined us all.  Cant even see an article now without the broad or fella in the advertisement bein all airbrushed up, tummy tucked, sucked, scraped, chiseled and drawn up.  We cant even tell what a real woman is supposed to look like to even appreciate her anymore.  Maybe this is the reason it has seemed that the Jet beauty of the week as seemingly become less and less appealing since the Olympics were in Atlanta in 1996?  I dont know.  Seems like society has made it so that "cute" just aint enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the serious note though, I think it comes from people living their lives a lil bit too hard and too fast at this point in time.  Nobody's getting enough sleep; Old folk are piling on cremes and stuff to look younger and young folk wake up in the morning with one foot in the grave. Young girls putting on so much make-up it looks like their wearin a porcelian mask - all in an effort to be more sexy... too young to understand that sexy is a state of mind and not a look. Breaks my heart to see some of these "little sisters" tryin so hard to catch.  They've been gettin the attention they've been askin for too.  Gettin &lt;a href="http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/10/whats-really-goin-on.html"&gt;the pill&lt;/a&gt; at 11 is a serious sign that just &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt; these lil girl may be tryin to grow up a lil too fast.  They aint the only party thats outta control though, somebody had to bring the penetration to the party. Both parties are pleasure seekers and the kids that are poppin their little ugly faces out are very strong supporting pieces of supporting evidence that somebody's self esteem wasnt too good and just needed to feel "loved".  I know there are a few cases of people just falling in love with each other and the feeling was just so strong that it didnt even matter what the two parties looked like.  But considering the fact that people aint really tryin to get married no more, they'd rather be room mates with benefits, I dont think love is causing the birth of these "Children of Passion". I think its out of control passion thats causing these "Children of Passion" and this out of control passion is coming from low self-esteem; low self-esteem which is so prevelant among young people today that its digusting.  At the end of the day they cant be blamed having low self-esteem if their parents didnt help them build it at a young age.  But now, with all these babies having babies, nobody is taking time to find themselves; the low self-esteem is compounded - generation after generation, and it aint helpin if theyre ugly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-6789650057352838137?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6789650057352838137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=6789650057352838137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/6789650057352838137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/6789650057352838137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2008/01/children-of-passion-this-aint-cool-but.html' title='Children of Passion  (This aint cool but Ima write it anyway...)'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-1240333852348561036</id><published>2007-12-04T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T12:07:10.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hfeimages.aristotle.net/SMP/TOM%20-%20Family%20walking%20to%20Top%20(120)_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://hfeimages.aristotle.net/SMP/TOM%20-%20Family%20walking%20to%20Top%20(120)_lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired of saying "Maybe Im wrong", so this time Im just gone say Im very sceptical of everything Ive ever learned in my history classes at school. Came accross &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20071203/ts_nm/usa_map_dc"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; on yahoo and theyre talkin about this map of the americas that was drawn a several years before anybody had traveled around the backside of the countries to even know that there was a pacific ocean. Now I have three (3) different theories as to how this could have happened, either the fella had a divine revelation from God (which I believe is very much possible), the dating of the map is wrong, or there was a political power move that that erased the truth form the history books. Or maybe its a combination of the above. The thing that gets me is how this same guy proceeds to deliver a new "revised" map a few years later with the name of america changed to somethin else AND with a much less detailed mass of land. They used the term "rolled back" on the article. I think I like the term "covered up" a little bit better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this reminds me of the time I was watching Cornell West, Mos Def and Bill Maher talk. Mos Def proceeds to say during the interview "I dont believe we've ever been to the moon". And I started to think, "wait a second... over the course of my short life Ive seen a piece of that clip maybe, I dont know, three times. And all I remember is seeing this guy in a white 'space suit' walk real slow over somethin that that looks like the top of &lt;a href="http://www.stonemountainpark.com/photo-video-gallery/default.aspx"&gt;Stone Mountain&lt;/a&gt;?!? (&lt;em&gt;above photo&lt;/em&gt;) Hmmm..." This "floating inside space ship" stuff can be simulated in theme park rides now. I dont know... Makes me wonder.... And for those of you who are gonna hit me with the "You just know starting to question the media?!?" comment, the answer is no. I havent just started questioning the media. Let the media tell it, nobody knew Katrina was gonna happen, the only thing white people die from is cancer and plane crashes, everybody who doesnt pass for either white or black is an illegal mexican, everybody who is not white is mentally inferior through genetics, racism doesnt exist, the justice system isn't racially biased, the government had nothing to do with drugs getting into the US, 911 wasn't orchestrated by the government, and the life expectancy of an african american male is about negative 3 days. Ive been sceptical of the media for quite a while. The two most reliable sources of information on tv are ESPN and Cartoon Network. Those two stations give you exactly what they advertise and those are the only two stations I watch other than to see a basketball or football game thats on another network. Mind control is what its all about. Unless you are a middle aged, over 6 foot, physically fit, suit wearing, white male, making over $250,000, with a white - stay at home - wife who knows how to cook up a 54 course meal and has the credentials to be a 6 star chef and was a virgin until honeymoon night, no illegitimate kids, enough money in your bank account to buy a small island off the cost of somewhere in south america - something is wrong with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say its 3 sides to every story: their side, your side and the truth. This is seemingly becoming more and more evident everyday. Seem like the only history you can trust is the one that God has built for you. Outside of that, you can pretty much guarantee that whoever is tellin the story has modified it in some form or fashion for their benefit. How this guy gone draw an accurate map of the americas and then go back and act like it never existed?!? Crazy...&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-1240333852348561036?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1240333852348561036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=1240333852348561036' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/1240333852348561036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/1240333852348561036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/12/mind-control.html' title='Mind Control'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-6855227487525108897</id><published>2007-11-20T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T09:49:54.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MURDERER!!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah... So... Im ridin on my way to my job on Saturday morning and Im runnin a lil late.  I left my house about 15 minutes or so after I was supposed to be leavin.  Not somethin I usually do but sometimes things happen that delay me that are beyond my control.  So Im takin my usual route of quick turns and short cuts to avoid the traffic on the way to the highway and I see this squirrel... I see him side the road and we make eye contact so Im thinkin "he see me and we got an understanding. He's definitely gonna sit there until I pass by."  WRONG! (thanks Charlie Murphy) This fella waits until I get within feet of him and then darts out in front of my car.  I tried to break but I wasnt gonna swirve because he wasnt finna make another Geico commercial outta me.  I slowed a pretty good bit but still heard a "thump" up under my car.  I looked in my rear view mirror and saw hit little body rolling and bouncin on the ground.  It saddend me a lil bit and I hoped and prayed that he wasnt dead.  I told myself he was unconscious and that he would get up before somebody finished him off.  I returned the other day.  Part of me didnt want to see but another part of me had to know if some other car had come by and smashed him up.  I aint see him; nor did I see any blood stained pavement.  He must have gotten up just like I knew he would.  Be strong young (and hopefully not brain damaged) squirrel.  And work on growin some wings so you can fly like Rocky on that old cartoon - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rocky_the_Flying_Squirrel"&gt;The Rocky and Bullwinkle Show&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-6855227487525108897?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6855227487525108897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=6855227487525108897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/6855227487525108897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/6855227487525108897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/11/murderer.html' title='MURDERER!!!'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-5705656159234337713</id><published>2007-11-03T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T08:12:31.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daylight Savings Time</title><content type='html'>I hate Daylight Savings Time.  I like Standard Time.  For some strange reason, they extended Daylight Savings time and now it seems like this Standard Time aint "standard" at all and the daylight savings time last for longer than the standard time.  I hate it.  I cant stand having to get up earlier for what feels like absolutely no reason.  Dont like the idea that a few men Ive never met are somewhere deciding what time my watch is gonna read and I hate getting up before the sun is up.  At 7:26am it should not be black outside my window.  I feel like Im waking up in the middle of the night.   Its feels like its dusk when I leave and its dark again when I get home at 9pm.  Its the worst.  And whoever decided to push the "Standard time" back &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; week, I just might have to beat up.  I officially dont like them.  Im going back to work now - angry because I feel like Im being robbed of a natural sleep pattern for over half of a year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-5705656159234337713?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5705656159234337713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=5705656159234337713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/5705656159234337713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/5705656159234337713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/11/daylight-savings-time.html' title='Daylight Savings Time'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-7474467918849781278</id><published>2007-11-02T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T13:38:57.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I could be wrong (again) but...</title><content type='html'>The Blackout... Jena 6... Just by the mention of those two things, Ive made the topic of this blog a little bit controversial... But Im gonna speak on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So theres this blackout and Im not supposed to be spending money today and stuff like that. I guess because we are collectively supposed to be hurting "the man's" pockets. I wasn't even gone write about this today. It wasnt until I went on my lunch break with one of my colleagues and we're standing at a Wendys; My colleague is orderin his number 1 or whatever and this guy passes by and says "Thas right brothas... gone and spend ya money... dont observe the blackout."  Ya know, real sarcastic like.  I proceeded to look at him watch me turn around and ignore him.   Now, while Im all for the cause... (and I might get attacked for this but...) Somebody please explain how not going Wendys is gonna stop a racist judge in a racist, hole in the wall town, from being racist. Demonstrations are great.  Marching in Jena definately brought a lot of desperately needed attention to the situation - with positive results.  BUT this type of "blackout" along with the "dont buy gas on whatever day" holdout seems a lil bit pointless.  If nobody buys gas today, that just means twice as many people will be buying gas yesterday or tomorrow. Gas companies will still get their money.  If nobody goes and sees American Gangster tonight (which I doubt); they'll still go tomorrow or Sunday and when the DVD comes out, theyll buy that too (Why arent there any black people making a huge movement against the bootleg game? No movies starring black actors should be bootlegged if we're gonna support each other. But anyway...) The theaters, actors, publishers, etc. (which, again, have nothing to do with the Jena 6 situation) will still get their money.  Now, locally, this may hurt the economy of the people in Jena 6 if it were to be something on-going or if every black person there just moved, but honestly... This judge is still gonna wake up tomorrow and think the same way he did when he brought down the judgement - Regardless if we order a number 5 from Hardees today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to see well thought out stuff, not just "Hey everybody lets just get together and do somethin just to say that we can get together about somethin!!!"  The movement needs focus to be successful.  I think the thing we need to focus on are our children.  If our children are successful and dont have to go into the court system to begin with, then we wouldnt have to stop eating for a day or ride our gas tanks on E or whatever else whoever it is thats setting this up is gonna come up with. What this judge did was completely wrong, but there wouldnt be a discussion at all if there was never a case.  Thats what would really hurt the judge - take away his cases.  The problem with that is, in a racist town like that, they'll probably find a way to make up a charge to arrest somebody just to have somethin to do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND it just popped into my head... (Yall can all thank me later for this one) I HAVE COME UP WITH THE NEXT MOVEMENT FOR TOGETHERNESS!!!  Lets all walk off our jobs next Monday at 3pm.  This way, once we quit, "the man's" companies would flop, we wouldnt need gas since we wouldnt have anything to do or anywhere to go, AND we wouldnt have any money to purchase anything - so the blackout would happen by default.  PLUS, with all the companies - other than black owned and managed stores of course - out of business, there wouldnt be anywhere to spend anything anyway.  You may not recognize it now, but this is brilliance.  After about 6 years or so of this, white people would be &lt;em&gt;sure&lt;/em&gt; to recognize that they need us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I may not have the solution.  I do know that this aint the answer.  And if Al Sharpton aint organize it, it aint real no ways... I could be wrong (again) though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-7474467918849781278?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7474467918849781278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=7474467918849781278' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/7474467918849781278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/7474467918849781278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-could-be-wrong-again-but.html' title='I could be wrong (again) but...'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-5909532556899434901</id><published>2007-11-01T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T12:36:22.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll just do it tomorrow... Im never gonna die anyway...</title><content type='html'>Came accross &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/10/30/AR2007103002222.html?hpid=features1&amp;hpv=national"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; today and, maybe Im the only one but, I found this kinda disturbing.  To live for one thousand years may be a dream for some - and of course nobody wants to die BUT... to literally come up with a way for a human to live for that long would be a serious problem.  Not that I think people deserve to die or anything, but people HAVE to die. We are already over-populated on this earth and consuming at an alarming rate.  (Not to mention all of this &lt;a href="http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/10/whats-really-goin-on.html"&gt;pre-teen humping&lt;/a&gt; thats going on.) If we start up this whole "Everybody gets to live 1000 years" movement, its gonna be some problems in the future.  And these wont be small problems; its gonna be serious problems with getting the bare neccessities taken care of.  You know - satisfying those basic food and shelter needs.  This guy who wants this to come to past is kinda selfish in my opinion. Whats gonna happen when the natural resources run out? Yeah, you'll get to see a WHOLE LOT of Monday night football throughtout your life but I dont think thats gonna matter too much if it aint no water to drink and ya throat is too dry to tell ya homeboy about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-5909532556899434901?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5909532556899434901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=5909532556899434901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/5909532556899434901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/5909532556899434901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-ok-if-i-wait-im-never-gonna-die.html' title='I&apos;ll just do it tomorrow... Im never gonna die anyway...'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-562138618301018543</id><published>2007-10-18T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T11:37:41.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats really goin on?!?</title><content type='html'>I apologize but Ive been tryin to stop writing so much - its been eating up too much of my time.  I got like four blogs; One of which I have officially shut down.  BUT... I read &lt;a href="http://www.ajc.com/news/content/shared-gen/ap/National/Middle_School_Contraceptives.html?cxntlid=homepage_tab_newstab"&gt;this headline&lt;/a&gt;.  Just incase youre too lazy to click on the link, its talkin about the decision of a Maine school to allow "the pill" for girls from ages 11 up.  ELEVEN?!? Am I the only one who feels like this is a problem? Yeah, I know people are humpin with no clothes on at a real young age now but giving the pill to an eleven year old is utterly ridiculous.  I would not give these lil kids a "get outta jail free card" - a free pass to screw without consequence.  I know its hard.  I got young teenage friends and family with kids and it aint no fun for them BUT I feel like they need to deal with it if they get pregnant.  I would rather them atleast teach the kids how to use a condom.  In my opinion, giving them the pill would open a door for them start having outta control unprotected sex and the whole idea is a bad idea.  Rather than give these kids an easy escape from responsibility, somebody need to pull these parents to the side and pistol whip some knowledge into them until they do a better job raising their kids.  Somebody need to get a hold onto reigns and explain to these little bastards that at the age of 11, they should be out playin kickball or watchin spongebob rather than spreadin their legs on their little undeveloped bodies.  But maybe Im wrong... It is the new millenium... 30 is the new 20 so I guess 11 is the new... Wait... now that doesnt make sense at all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-562138618301018543?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/562138618301018543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=562138618301018543' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/562138618301018543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/562138618301018543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/10/whats-really-goin-on.html' title='Whats really goin on?!?'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-2310883976296646667</id><published>2007-10-03T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T04:48:35.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raising the dead.</title><content type='html'>I sat back today and started thinkin.... In fact Ive been thinkin a whole lot lately about a whole lot of different things.  And not only have I been thinkin; Ive also been talkin to other people about what Ive been thinking about. Do you know what I found out?  I found out that the stuff that Im dealing with are being dealt with by all my people to the same degree, if not more than what Ive been dealing with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont know how many of you actually read the last blog I had put up before I decided to make it for preferred readers only, but I deleted anyway.  I got to the point where I didnt care anymore and it wasnt worth talkin about and all that "apologizing" at the end to the person Ive "hurt" didnt really matter either cause she dont care and sayin Im sorry for a time when I did the best I could is just makin me look silly and desperate.  Yeah... I love you too (right...) but you can go to hell by yourself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEANWHILE.... Across town....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're meeting EXTRA-Hollywood, EXTRA-regular brownskinned chicks who seem to have it in their mind that they are God's gift to men.  Dont know who their last boyfriend was but I do know who their next boyfriend will NOT be.  And that person is me.  Cant do it.  We all play the same games.  Yeah,  I need you in my life and I love you too.  On second thought, I think I'll pass.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get more evidence that the average person has the attention span of a 3 month old.  Many times its really "out of sight, out of mind".  People be on some "I like you because you're here right now, but when you leave, Ima cheat."  Of course nobody says that but.  Its prevelent in the behavior of my peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tellin my homeboy today -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said: Homeboy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My homeboy said: huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said:  Why it seem like the game so different now?  Why does it seem like it doesn't pay to be reliable, trustworthy, and honest.  Why do more women chase me when I act like a deaf mute who doesn't care about anything than when I sit back and try and treat them like my mother told me to.   Its almost like they've adapted themselves to want a man that will dog them out.  But you best believe, as soon as they havin trouble with that fella of theirs, yours truely gets a phone call at 1:14 am in the morning (yeah, I remember the time) with you cryin tombout "I just feel so bad. He dont care about me.  I aint got no friends because of him.  He put his hands on me. Im depressed."  Nigga, the list goes on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Im tryin to kick it with this chick who tellin me all this stuff about how she so "different" than most girls and as a result, gets the short end of the stick.  I call. We talk.  I have a good time. She expresses the same sentiment and I proceed to ask - "Whens a good time to call you?" and she starts tellin me her schedule of availability and suggest "tomorrow after..." and Im thinkin cool.  Ill do that. Now everthing inside of me is remembering my past experiences when women who I wasnt "super" cool with said "Oh yeah. Call me tomorrow."  I even told one chick I was gone call her in a few days and she proceeded to sound disappointed askin me "A few days?!? What happened to tomorrow?!?"  I gave in.  In all those cases, I gave in.  And you know what I got in each and every case of "Call me tomorrow?"  I got a voicemail and a non-returned telephone call.  This last case was no exception to the rule.  My self-esteem was fighting for a while.  He kept makin excuses for her:  "Dont worry about it brother.  She just got tied up doing somethin.  She had a lot of school work.  She was tired and went to bed.  The baby was cryin. The streetlights were on. Her momma was callin her."  Yeah... He was tellin me everything he could possibly think of.  But at the end of the day, I dont know the truth.  All I know is I aint get no phone call.  And with that fact, I am faced with a choice.  The super crazy thing is, many of the times, I didnt even feel like talkin.  It would be one of those "common curtesy" things; me just keeping my word - "You take someone out, you're supposed to call them the next day" type thing.  M. I. S. take.  I go from being a nice guy to a clingy guy who talks too much.  The crazy thing is, you spend your whole life listening to your parents, tryin to be this "perfect man" so that you can always put forth your best foot, only to be virtually obsolete by the time its showtime.  I hope that aint the case, but the thought is very scary.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: I broke the code the other day.  A young lady was talkin to my friend and acted like I aint know nothin about it.  I would give her advice and stuff to help them out in the situation.  So here I am tryin to be cool with the female and, in order to make sure she trust me so I can still put my two cents in every now and again, I gotta keep my mouth shut to my homeboy. This way when somethin serious does go down I can give him the inside track and save his life.   Long story short - she did my homeboy dirty.  I kept my mouth shut for a while and proceeded to watch all this stuff kinda hit the fan.  This was about two years ago and I just told him yesterday.  He knew that I was cool with her but he aint know she was callin me cryin in the midnight hours and stuff like that.  But I saw that he was a lil bent over the situation and I did what friends do - I helped the nigga self-esteem and told him about how she called me cryin over him and stuff when they broke up.  Yeah... It wasnt playa at all but I had to help him because I woulda wanted somebody to help me out if a chick just up and left me completely confused.  I told.   In other news, me and the chick stopped being cool about 3 weeks after her and my homeboy fell out.  She then managed to (Im putting this nicely) momentarily loose control and then settle down with this square fella (Who she eventually fell out with and then called me about it again, but I think they ended up getting back together). At any rate, we aint cool no more.  Havent been for about a year. Triflin and over-sensitivity aren't a good combination. After realizing I didnt care no more I went ahead and told my homeboy so he could feel better about himself.  We'll never see her again anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to what I was talking about.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. The battle continues to wage with me fighting becoming a by product of my environment.  But I can only be cannon fodder for so long.  Chivalry is dead.  It doesnt work.  Its not appreciated.  And it almost seems as if its unwanted...  Ima still do my thing though.  Cant aid the cause by joining the crowd.  But its better that it doesnt get no worse.  And Lord knows Ive been prayin for it to get better....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-2310883976296646667?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2310883976296646667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=2310883976296646667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/2310883976296646667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/2310883976296646667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/10/raising-dead.html' title='Raising the dead.'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-6289893007663286469</id><published>2007-08-26T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T16:40:09.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Talkin...</title><content type='html'>So I've stopped writing for a while...  Cant say I had a reason other than not having anything to write about.  But I got bored the other day when my power went out and decided that I would look at some of my old blogs on the internet on my telephone.  I came to I noticed that my myspace blog had still been getting a decent number of hits, even though I hadnt written on here in what feels like forever.  So I said to myself, "Self, you owe it to them to tell them a new story cause old stuff gets boring."  So.... Here I am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I've been workin this job for about 4 years, looking at the same ugly old faces over and over again, talkin to the same customers about the same mess every day and Im noticing that its starting to feel REALLY routine.  And routine equals BORING.  The sad part about this boring routine is that, while I know this cant be the end for me, I feel like the only alternatives would be to quit my job, find a hobby that Im not bored to death of or introduce somebody new into my life.  I think I'll play it safe and make some new friends.  So, Im up at the school again cause it just started again for me, and Im thinkin to myself "I feel so removed from this, yet I think its time get my social life goin again."  So I proceed to talk to strangers of different shapes and sizes and found myself kind of fond of two of the females I met.  One who was real cool and had some of the most beautiful eyes I have stared into for a very long time and the other is finna seriously give me a reason to like lightskinned girls again (LOL).  I sober up after being struck for a moment and gather the information I needed to get myself together... Fighting pessimism cause we all know how it goes when a chick is fly and she knows it - cool today; not so cool tomorrow.  I tell myself "but Im me!!!" and Im back on top of my game.   Gotta return to what I love best - that UPS brown.  It hasnt let me down yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me step to the side for a minute and tell you somethin about brown skinned women.  I LOVE brown skinned women.  And if they can some how manage to have that smooth "I belong on an Oil of Olay commercial" type skin with that golden glow like they just been dipped in the sun by God himself, I just might have to ask God for them.  I dont know what happened, but it gets me every time.  I've been told that Im siking myself out because I just hate that I want a lightskinned girl so bad and cant have one.  Part of me begs to differ and the other part of me doesnt care to argue with such a rediculous comment.  Im me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School seems to be goin ok.  The classes will be rather simple but I wont take them lightly because I know how quickly one of the most difficult exams ever can creep up on you and then you sittin there with it in your hand like "she aint never went over NONE of this stuff in class!!!" And you manage to scuffle up a B minus.  Not good enough.  On some real talk, I kinda gotta take it back to highschool and use an attractive female as motivation to be to class on time.... or come at all.... I know it sounds crazy but it helped me get through highschool and I had a 3.6 with advanced courses then, which may not be great but its pretty good considering the fact that I aint wanna be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is random but I think I wanna talk about love now....&lt;br /&gt;I had a few lil relationships over the past few years.  Most of which Im glad are over with.  I take that back.  Let me rephrase that.  ALL of which Im really glad are over with.  Now you may ask me why.  You might even think that I would be lonely.  And I wont lie to you, there are times when I would rather have a committed relationship with someone versus just going out with some random female whose last name I probably wont remember in 6 months.  But, the thing that I have learned over the years is that its better to be really selective and then make one smart decision than it is to make a whole lot of dumb decisions and wake up bitter.  The retort I usually hear is "How you gone know what you like if you aint in relationships?!?"  This is why I date.    You see, in dating, as long as you dont mind taking the risk that that female may show up with a boyfriend that aint you, you can get all the information you need about the character of that individual without having to worry about locked down with a lunatic and not knowing how to break it to them that you want them to go away.  I feel like many of these relationships and stuff have things kinda jacked up because their interview process is too short - they go from hello to I love you in 3 weeks and then proceed directly into this EXTREMELY long semi-monogomous relationship with empty promises of getting married "one day real soon".  And when they finally get married, it last for 3 weeks.  The interview process is too short, the relationship has no foundation other than a "feeling" (and we all know feelings come and go) and the marriage comes along in the form of "This is the right thing to do...." Not me....  Cant do it.  Im not finna marry nobody just because they met a time requirement.  On some "Congratulations! You dealt with my sh*t for 9 years and you can now be upgraded to the special bonus title of MARRIAGE!!!"  Im leaning towards..... hell no.  I like to look at someone who I want to marry like this: If I was locked up in an 8 by 8 room with this person and nothing else, after two days would I be content or would I try to find the quickest way outta what would be hell? Is this someone I could feel comfortable sharing my problems with?  Does she keep her word?  Is she reliable?  Does she even know how to love?  People are so far removed from this line of thinking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, these days, our hierarchy goes a little somethin like this:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. SEX APPEAL &lt;br /&gt;2. PHYSICAL BEAUTY &lt;br /&gt;3. FINANCES &lt;br /&gt;4. COMPATIBILITY &lt;br /&gt;5. CHARACTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should go more like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WHAT GOD SAYS&lt;br /&gt;2. CHARACTER&lt;br /&gt;3. COMPATIBILITY&lt;br /&gt;4. PHYSICAL BEAUTY&lt;br /&gt;5. FINANCE (Only because without finance, there is no romance so sex appeal goes out the window.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I cant say I follow the rules all the time cause if somebody's stats are too low in the Physical Beauty area, I cant say I would stick around long enough to find out how great their character is.  And I know I aint the only one who feels like that.  Although I will say this, you aint lived until you dated an ugly girl.  (LOL! Just playin...) But for real though, a lot of people get caught up in the allure of sex appeal, physical beauty and how much money the other person got and dont even bother to sit down and say to themselves "Do I even like this person?!?"  Its heartbreaking to wake up and realize that you've been waisting so much time, but sometimes you just gotta be real with yourself.  Deep down inside you know that you only think about him/her when you're horny.  You try to tell yourself it aint like that but soon realize that you cant remember not ONE meaningful conversation you all have had - its all jokes and when can I come over.  And while most of the stuff I say today wont gonna cross my mind tomorrow when I run into one of my lil lightskinned friends, its encouraging for me to know that atleast 75% of this stuff that I talk about is hidden somewhere deep within me and will aid me in making the right decisions.... eventually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-6289893007663286469?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6289893007663286469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=6289893007663286469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/6289893007663286469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/6289893007663286469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-talkin.html' title='Just Talkin...'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-8089814461586658580</id><published>2007-07-10T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T15:01:06.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO SMOKING!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so its been a while... But at any rate... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was heading to check my email the other day and I see this advertisement about lowering your blood pressure.  Something that is connected to some headphones that plays some tones, which the user is supposed to match his/her breathing to.  It has some type of measuring tool that matches the users breathing first and then gradually helps them to slow their breathing rate down using the tones. So I started just slowing my breathing down just to see how it would effective I could be without the device.  Not that I got high blood pressure, but I just figure, if I can get my breathing down to 7 inhales and exhales per minute without this device, why would anybody in their right mind pay for it?  But this wasnt my revelation.  My revelation was smoking.  I felt like I was smoking.  And it dawned on me that this is why people say that smoking relaxes them and calms their nerves, even though all the stuff inside of the cigarettes cause all types of problems in the body and do every thing but calm you.  Its the breathing. Its the extended exhaling of the smoke that slows the heart rate, relaxes the walls of all the passageways that you blood is flowing through and, overall, decreases the blood pressure.  You breathe long enough like that while laying down and you'll be sleep in no time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Im making a connection here that really isnt but it makes logical since for the first time to me.  I could never understand why people smoke or what the reason was behind it - why they smoke it when they get anxious, nervous, scared, etc. While I will never do it, I can finally understand how some people say somethin so deadly makes them feel so good.  On the other hand, I aint a huge fan of getting lung cancer so, I'll just stick to breathing in oxygen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-8089814461586658580?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8089814461586658580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=8089814461586658580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/8089814461586658580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/8089814461586658580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/07/yeah-so-its-been-while.html' title='NO SMOKING!'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-4482838298817962039</id><published>2007-05-29T18:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T19:15:20.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The birth and death of an a**hole...</title><content type='html'>So I wake up this morning realizing that I done changed a whole lot.  Im feeling like a small piece of God and being down to earth, for a while, was kinda hard.  But now it aint.  So Ima tell you a story about how it became hard and what made it soft again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to have a hard time apologizing.  Didnt understand the need sometime to just be the bigger person and apologize just for the sake of someone else's feelings.  Couldnt do it.  I aint even wanna apologize when I was wrong.  I'd just find a way to make up without ever having to say anything.  That was good for me.  It was easy.  I also cast the same mentality on other people so it was easy to forgive.  I would just let a lot of stuff roll off my back. Then, around the age of 17 or 18 or so, during a prayer,  I felt the need to let that mentality go.  God made me realize it was time to let that mentality go.  So I tried.....  I failed a few times, but I eventually got it to the point where it actually started to feel good to say "Im sorry" and not go through days of not speaking or just being angry over somethin stupid.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.... Helped me out a WHOLE lot.  BUT.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some strange reason, as a result of finding apologizing so easy, forgiving actually became a lot harder.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to forgive and remain friends with the female who I took out for about 6 months fell out and got back together for another 6 or so; eatin at restuarants she cant pronounce the names of and probably couldnt afford without me but some how managed to put a "best friend" label on me during this second "togetherness" even though I had made my intentions very clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to forgive being told basically, "We can go out if somebody else dont come through for me." And then when confronted with the psychoticness of this notion, this person says something to the effect of "Forgive me for being me, but get over it." Yeah.... Suck it up like a kotex.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to forgive and continue picking up a phone call from someone who continuously makes plans and promises to do things at certain times and then always cancelling but not informing me until 2 hours (or days) after the appointed time - not even doing so on their own.  More or less after I've called/texted and said something to the effect of "What happened Friday?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to forgive someone who says they've always loved you yet you begin to realize that they operate on an "out of sight, out of mind" and manage to contact you when they find it convenient and need a self esteem booster or their current boyfriend (who they aint supposed to have anyway) done abused them - verbally and/or physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO...... After being feed so much BS, I seemingly had no choice but to become an a**hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replicated the behavior.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my boys, me and her were just friends.  I told her that I loved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I inserted words like "might" infront of "call you back" with no intentions of doing so.  Or saying things like "Im busy, Ima call you back if it aint too late when Im done" and Im just watchin TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretended to be sincere when in person with people and then found 16 reasons in my mind why it was OK to change my mind after I walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..... A**hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I see.  I see that by replicating the behavior, I had become them.  I had become what I hated most; the thing that has given me gray hair and a hatred inside of people that only God himself could remove.   Killed some good situations with good people.  Yeah. I know.  Just let it go.  And I do now, but it wasnt always easy.  God had to change me.  He had to show me that whatever energy I give off is the same energy Im gonna get back from other people.  Whatever I sow, I will reap.  My mentality had to be completely remolded and reshaped.  I had to understand that if I ever wanted to have fun with people, I had to be a fun person.  If I ever wanted to be taken seriously, I needed to be a serious person.  My word had to be my bond.  If I wanted to be respected, I had to give respect.  So that in the end it wont be "Here we go again" but instead "I like him, he's a good person."  And regardless of how bad things may go between me and whoever Im dealing with, they'll never be able to say "He did me dirty."  Never again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-4482838298817962039?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4482838298817962039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=4482838298817962039' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/4482838298817962039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/4482838298817962039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/05/birth-and-death-of-ahole.html' title='The birth and death of an a**hole...'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-1511819647565030466</id><published>2007-05-15T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T13:01:54.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit Roll-Up</title><content type='html'>Alright so, Im a grown man, right?  And grown men are supposed to like grown-up things, right? So explain to me why I was in Sams club buying the super economy sized box of fruit roll-ups....  Yeah.... Now, I aint had a fruit roll-up since I was like 12.  And Im like "Its time...."  It was one of the greatest decisions Ive made this year.  NO human being can resist the allure of the fruit snack.  That ish is GOOD!!! Every. Single. Savory. Mouth watering bite is delicious.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so lets get to the point of the blog.  I woke up this morning as angry as a small peice of hell.  Dont even ask me what I was mad about cause I cant really even remember.  It doesnt even matter.  Do you know why? Cause I spotted the super economy-sized box of fruit roll-up and copped me TWO (2) before leaving from work today.  Instantly upon touching them a huge kool-aid smile popped up on my face and everything that was bothering me didnt even matter anymore.  And I know it aint just me.  I got proof.  My co-worker was arguing with her ex-husband; guy had her all teary eyed and stuff.  I popped around the corner lookin like the Burger King man with a smile on my face and a fruit roll-up in my hand - forgot about it.  The day got started over for her.  The lady was smiling and laughing again.  Dont believe me?  I'll give you another example.  Another co-worker of mine got disturbed by these annoying customers to the point where his head started hurting. I was like "Yo son, you want a fruit roll-up."  Headache? - GONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a miracle worker.  God knew what he was doing when he made the fruit roll-up. Its like it brings out the inner child in us or something that returns everything good about the innocence of our childhood rushing back to our brain all at once.  Its one of the greatest feelings ever.  The only problem is that its so small...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-1511819647565030466?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1511819647565030466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=1511819647565030466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/1511819647565030466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/1511819647565030466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/05/fruit-roll-up.html' title='Fruit Roll-Up'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-1272874641870136572</id><published>2007-05-15T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T10:35:09.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take it slow</title><content type='html'>So Im sitting here in my car and I put the Little Brother Minstrel Show CD in my CD player and I come accross track number 7.  I think its called "Take it slow".  At any rate on one of the verses the guy says something to the effect of: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes I feel like Im from another world &lt;br /&gt;when I try to tell a woman just exactly where I stand at&lt;br /&gt;I wanna girl when I wanna a girl&lt;br /&gt;and when I dont wanna girl &lt;br /&gt;I wanna girl who understand that&lt;br /&gt;and thas some hard sh*t to explain &lt;br /&gt;to a woman whose in love with you &lt;br /&gt;its a pitiful thing &lt;br /&gt;but now I figure &lt;br /&gt;that I dont wanna play around &lt;br /&gt;but I dont wanna settle down&lt;br /&gt;thats a mans dilemma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it hit me....  This is exactly how I feel.  Its why I try to fix jacked up situations from my past sometimes even though it aint work the first time.  Mad I caught a lil ministry from a rap cd but I couldnt put it into words before and it felt good to realize I wasnt the only one - But then I guess that just makes this  hip-hop and not rap at all.  I seriously dont wanna play around but really cant settle down.  Thats evident in the fact that I wont cheat on a girl, I'll just let them go - cause no woman will ever understand any of that quote, so I really dont bother to explain it.  Then I return and take the blunt of the blame cause anything spoken along those lines wont do anything to help the situation. The next few months are spent trying to make her believe that I aint as bad as I sometimes seem to be even though sometimes it does seem like you dont mean anything, but you do.  Infact many times you mean everything - atleast outside of God and my family.  Its a backwards line of thinking that says "Be happy if I get mad at you and never call you again, cause if I keep callin you like nothin happened then I obviously didnt really care (unless I done that so much that Im fed up) - But then right here is where I expect you to call to show me that I wasnt the only one who was caring."  Yeah, that sounds crazy but Im sure deep down inside whoever your next man is would co-sign, if he was really honest with himself.  So I've been fixin myself to learn how be calm and content.  Never settling, just understanding that if she understands who God is and believes, knows how to act in public, is attractive and attracted to me, can keep her word and do what she say she gone do; this may very well be my dime peice - the queen that I have prayed for all my life.  And I may as well stop lookin and make this lady my wife.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recognize that nobody wants to be told "sometimes I wanna be bothered and sometimes I dont" but thats real.  Funny thing is that I dont consider any of it playin games.  Playin games would be sayin I love you when I dont really feel that way or courtesy callin when I dont feel like talkin.  Playin games would be me not picking up the phone even though I wanna talk but I cant always be available cause I want the person on the other side to want me more.  Thats what playin games is all about.  I dont play games - I go away.  Maybe it takes too long for me to return.  Maybe my "take it slow" is movin a lil bit too slow.  I dont know, but I will make an effort to make an effort the next time somebody makes an effort to understand "that".  Yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-1272874641870136572?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1272874641870136572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=1272874641870136572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/1272874641870136572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/1272874641870136572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/05/take-it-slow.html' title='Take it slow'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-4834360134082185710</id><published>2007-04-26T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T14:34:08.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Sleep</title><content type='html'>Alright so normally I dont just write a lot of mess in this blog, but Im sitting at my job just tryin to stay awake.  The typing is so sloppy Im tempted to just leave them uncorrected because fixing my mistakes is starting to get really irritating.  But I just gotta keep my eyes open.  Please dont judge my abilities by this poor blog.  My other stuff is much, much better.  Infact you should stop reading this and read some of the other post.  I am sllleeeeeeppppyyy and very much so ready to go.  I dont even have any thing to say and Im probably just wasting your time if youre reading this cause I dont really have any thought provoking thoughts.  I really dont have any thoughts at all.  Im gonna make an attempt at something just to make an attempt at something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read my bible this morning.  I read in 1st Corinthians chapter 13; maybe like the first 10 verses or so. So its talking about love.  Its talking about how love is long suffering and kind; how it keeps no records of past wrong doings and evils, etc.  It says love isnt jealous and doesnt boast or anything like that.  After reading this, I started doing a lil soul searching.  I started to look at my life and search for any instances, in any one of any of my past relationships where I was able to go through "long suffering" with somebody or was able to continually forgive someone for their "wrong doings" as they used me for a human toilet.  I cant say I have felt that way for any female.  Now I know that this scripture isnt referring specifically to love inside of an opposite sex relationship; moreso along the lines of "love thy neighbor", treat people how you wanna be treated and "forgive 7 times 70..." BUT the same rules should apply.  You shouldnt treat your significant other any worse than you treat your best friend.  Even if your best friend is just your bitch............. (female dog).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry.  I just couldnt resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. After realizing that I hadnt felt "that feeling" anytime recently, I began to question whether or not I was capable with my current line of thinking.  It reminded me of a magazine article I read a while ago in some magazine which was talkin about this guy and his new found girlfriend.  Now, the writer of the article was lookin at this guy and observing his actions and he was talkin about how the guy was all up under her and probably would have done anything this female would have asked him to; describing him as being relatively "soft" and "whipped".  Then the writer had a moment; he got a revelation.  He said "maybe this guy has it right and we've all had it wrong all this time."  I think the writer began to see exactly how scarred and bitter men have become by his own, very common, thought process. I think society....  On second thought I dont even feel like getting into how society has shaped our thought processes and gender bias and stuff like that.  I dont feel like it.  Society is jacked up.  Period.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so.... Im done talkin now.  Im still sleepy.  Im sorry for wasting your time if I did, but oh well.  Thanks for keeping me up.  Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-4834360134082185710?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4834360134082185710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=4834360134082185710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/4834360134082185710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/4834360134082185710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/04/love-and-sleep.html' title='Love and Sleep'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-7397266804807146236</id><published>2007-04-11T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T09:57:32.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorblind</title><content type='html'>I feel a little strange.  I feel strange because the world is forcing me to see color more than I want too.  I want to be one of those people who dont see the lines or disparity - BUT unfortunately the people in power are making that nearly impossible.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few weeks I've seen quite a few things that made me think Dave Chappelle was right; everytime those politicians speak and say words like "Minority", they really just wanna say Nigga.  Im seeing a chain of events thats occurring to further downplay the importance of the darker skinned american throughout history.  It started out with the boy king movie NOT being played during black history month; something that used to be played every black history month. "Oh no we dont need to play that, they dont really wanna watch that anyway.  Lets just put on another re-run of the Waynes Brothers.  They like to laugh".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went from that to it not being neccessary to &lt;a href=http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/03/colored-people-coalition.html&gt; apologize for slavery&lt;/a&gt;.  With a response to our request that was basically a mockery of their request.  Saying something to the affect of "We cant just go around apologizing for everything everybody did throughout history.  And besides, I wasnt even alive back then".  The bad part about it was that the general public went on a rampage about the topic in an ad on the AJC in which many people showed their &lt;a href=http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-want-to-be-no-racist.html&gt;true colors&lt;/a&gt;.  Racism is pumping through the veins of many red blooded americans.  I know a lot of people are going to say "You just now figuring that out?!?" but its different to know it some where deep in your mind versus hearing several people say it out of their mouths.  I had a real Mario Winans moment - I dont wanna know.  Suspecting it and seeing the monster face to face is a huge difference.  BUT... We keep moving.  Right after all of that we see a proposal for a month to &lt;a href=http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/03/colored-people-coalition.html&gt;celebrate the confederacy&lt;/a&gt; and its "integral" part in US history breeze through the powers that be without opposition.  ?????  Im speachless after that one..... but there is still more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Don Imus fella calls the Lady Rutgers basketball team &lt;a href=http://ncaabasketball.aolsportsblog.com/2007/04/06/don-imus-calls-rutgers-womens-team-nappy-headed-hos/&gt;"Nappy Headed Hos"&lt;/a&gt; and its another uproar.  The station he works for loses two of its major advertisers during his show, one being Proctor and Gamble and the other escapes me right now, and Imus gets a mere &lt;strong&gt;2 weeks suspension&lt;/strong&gt;.  Now normally, I could care less about what people say but then I had an "A time to kill moment".  I asked myself "What if Imus was black and he referred to the Lady Tennessee Vols as 'Stringy Haired Hos' AND loss two main advertisers?!? What would have been &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; punishment &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt;?  I'll tell you.  He would have been fired.  I dont care how long he's been there.  I dont care about his community service.  I dont care about his past history.  He would have been outta there that day.  No debate on CNN.  No meeting with the team.  You wanna know how I know it's a double standard?!?  Look at the &lt;a href=http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/02/athletes.html&gt;Tim Hardaway situation&lt;/a&gt;. Tim Hardaway says he doesnt like homosexual people after being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;asked his opinion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and he loses everything that even resembles a job; all endorsements - everything. Still not convinced?!?  Look at the guy commentating the at that Florida Gator college football game when that fight broke out.  He makes a statement something to the effect of "Thats what Im talking about.  You bring that mess in the swamp and you get stomped". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.... Gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody who even &lt;em&gt;remotely&lt;/em&gt; tarnishes the image of the company is gone withouth question.  There's no apologizing and getting your job back.  There's no 2 week suspension.  You are jobless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest thing was the &lt;a href= http://www.ajc.com/metro/content/metro/legis07/stories/2007/04/11/0411metking.html&gt;Corretta Scott King issue&lt;/a&gt;.  Now while I think the legislator may have made a &lt;em&gt;slightly&lt;/em&gt; extreme analogy by saying it was like calling Corretta Scott King a "nappy headed nigger" when they rejected her photo from being hung in the capital, she was who she was and she did what she did and if she was not a "nappy headed nigger", we probably wouldn't be having this conversation.  BUT maybe Im wrong....  Maybe she WAS just another black lady, married to just another black man, who doesnt have his own national holiday, and maybe she didnt have 4 presidents at her funeral making speeches about her like the knew her personally when they probably didnt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I dont wanna see any of this.  I wanna feel like our world is perfect; like we have already gotten past all of this stupidity.  But our ignorance as human beings make it impossible for ignorance to be bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-7397266804807146236?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7397266804807146236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=7397266804807146236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/7397266804807146236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/7397266804807146236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/04/ignorance-cant-be-bliss.html' title='Colorblind'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-4420202412298949760</id><published>2007-04-04T12:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T12:36:43.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That "Graveyard Love"</title><content type='html'>There was a term my sister use to use a while ago called "Graveyard Love".  This is that "love" that some people have where one person has to die before they seperate.  And we aint figuratively speaking either.  We talking bout people committing suicide or killing each other over it. But mainly it was a joke the equivalent of calling somebody "whipped" or somethin like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im down at my job yesterday when somethin crazy happens.  This lady gets shot by this man in the lobby of the Omni hotel which is attached to the CNN building, which is right up the street from where I work.  Now, normally I probably would have been over there getting some snacks but today I was at the post office mailing off some important documents.  At any rate,  I hear about this story when I get back and there's all these cloudy details - two men had a shootout, gang violence, the man died, etc.  Finally, all the information got cleared up and we find out its an argument between a man and a lady,  the man gets mad, shoots her and then the security guard on duty shoots him.  The lady dies and the man is rushed to the hospital and operated on.   Now I asked myself a question, what could possibly make this man so mad that he would shoot her?   I mean, I dont understand.  If she said something crazy, how about walking away, deleting a phone number, or if it came down to it and he just had to get physical, why couldn't he just hit her once in the top of the head so it wouldnt leave a bruise?  Why he had to shoot the girl?  Now, truth be told, I don't know the situation.  She coulda did somethin really low down, like sleep with his daddy/bestfriend/brother/all three or somethin, but come on, man.  And I don't know how true it is but I've heard some rumor/report that she was pregnant.  So now you got two people who have passed away over some mess that they probably coulda just talked about or just let go.   It is probably easier for me to say that since, to some people, I have a reputation for cutting people off and them not even knowing why, which is both good and bad at the same time.  But I cant think of any one of my past relationships that I feel like the girl needed to be shot or even anything that I have done that woulda got me killed.  Maybe Im wrong, though.....  Coulda been that "Graveyard Love" for real.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-4420202412298949760?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4420202412298949760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=4420202412298949760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/4420202412298949760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/4420202412298949760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/04/that-graveyard-love_04.html' title='That &quot;Graveyard Love&quot;'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-4025135511021940018</id><published>2007-04-04T12:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T12:40:03.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Bum Fund</title><content type='html'>Yeah... I had to write today because I just had a bum try to hate on me on my way back from pickin up some snacks.  The nigga (excuse my language, but Ima lil blowed) gone ask me for some change and when I told him I aint have none to share (since I dont carry cash downtown, just my debit card) he started the hate.  The nigga said his lil viscious comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said to myself:  "Self?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myself say:  "Huh?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said:  "Didnt that guy just ask you for some money cause you look like you had some?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and myself said:  "Yeah, I think he did." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said:  "So why is actin like I didnt just tell him the truth AND do him a favor by NOT helping him out since he is an able bodied young male who has passed about 3 'Now Hiring' signs to come and ask me for some of what I worked for when aint nothin wrong with him?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself said:  "..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Im all for helping people out who really NEED help but I cant do nothin for a nigga who just wanna be pacified.  I remember when I first started going to college, I had a set budget for myself of $60.  $60 dollars to be downtown for 5 days; 3 hours a day.  Explain to me how I was broke at the end of the week.  I'll tell you how.  Giving to people who talkin bout, "I just need 75 more cents so I can get on the train to go to the hospital to see my son" or "I just got out of prison and..."  etc.  I done heard them all.  They tell you that and then 2 hours later you see them outside of McDonalds joking with their friends with a cigarette and 40 ounce.  And naw, that aint racist or snobbish or playin on no stereotype - its real because I seen it.  And them niggas took advantage. SO, as a result,  I dont even carry much cash downtown anymore.  You might catch me with $3. That way I can look these hatin, ungrateful, theivin', "homeless by choice" people, who I've seen everyday for the past 5 and 1/2 years, in the eye and tell them "No, Im sorry, I cant help you."  I cant help you if you aint tryin to help yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will give to a positive charity of your choice.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-4025135511021940018?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4025135511021940018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=4025135511021940018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/4025135511021940018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/4025135511021940018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/04/special-bum-fund.html' title='Special Bum Fund'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-87287705138010577</id><published>2007-03-21T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:59:37.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont want to be no racist....</title><content type='html'>I am upset. I am upset because I have been deceived into believing that we had come sooooo far; that this nation was well on its way to beginning to begin to grow just a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; bit on this long journey to stop seeing color.... Then I saw this BS that got me &lt;strong&gt;HOTTT&lt;/strong&gt;. The very first &lt;A href=http://www.ajc.com/blogs/content/shared-blogs/ajc/opiniontalk/entries/2007/03/21/should_georgia.html#comments&gt;comment&lt;/A&gt; blew my mind. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. And then the sad part is the comments didn't get better. They got worse. More and more co-signing of the most idiotic and inconsiderate thought process I have seen in quite a while.  I really wanted to leave this topic alone.  I really did.  I wanted to let go of the whole "We need an apology for slavery" topic, but I can't.  And now I want an apology.  Yes. I. do.  I want one now just because they dont want to give it to us.  It just burns me up on the inside that they wont even give us the common courtesy of saying "Im sorry".  You know what I think about that and all of those racist who co-sign their behavior?!?  I say... I can't say what I think because I just might lose my job for being racist....   And I am not a racist...  I'm smarter than that....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even write anymore.  Its disgusting.  Read the &lt;A href=http://www.ajc.com/blogs/content/shared-blogs/ajc/opiniontalk/entries/2007/03/21/should_georgia.html#comments&gt;comments&lt;/A&gt; for yourself.  You'll understand... If you aint no racist.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-87287705138010577?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/87287705138010577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=87287705138010577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/87287705138010577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/87287705138010577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-want-to-be-no-racist.html' title='I dont want to be no racist....'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-1875616980105366895</id><published>2007-03-20T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T16:48:48.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Im Selfish.... and wrong.... but....</title><content type='html'>Yeah. So maybe Im feelin real "Pro-Black" right now or something but I saw somethin that got me heated all over again about that whole "Sorry, no apology for slavery but we will propose a Confederates month" thing.  It was an &lt;A href=http://www.ajc.com/news/content/shared-gen/ap/National/Holocaust_Claims.html&gt;article in the AJC&lt;/A&gt; that was talkin about how survivors of the Holocaust were to split 300 million dollars.  Now that aint no money to be split between approximately 48,000 people BUT they are getting something...  And we cant even get an apology....  I know.  I know.  What would you give all these black people who helped build the nation?  How could you possibly begin to repay for the years of free labor that laid the foundation for many of the initial states?  I would suggest starting very modestly with half.  Yes... half of everything would be a great way to start.  I know Im being generous but like I said, that would be a good starting point to grow from.  But we have to atleast get half. Do you know why? Because this, in reality, is a nasty divorce and black america is the man who done worked to establish this family and now is being forced to pay child support, give up the house, the car and the kids and then, on top of all that, pay alimony.  This is us.  Cant get respect for the past and forced to survive with a semi-aborted and programmed future where more than half is already gone to our wife (read: everybody but us) because we got married to someone who never loved us anyway.  So now most of us are tryin to keep our self esteem up in order to get a job and retire at 65.  And by getting a job I mean working twice as hard to get half as much.  Yes... The analogy is a stretch, but I dont know but a few black people who came up off of an inheritance - and I cant even name them right now...  Maybe Im trippin though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-1875616980105366895?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1875616980105366895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=1875616980105366895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/1875616980105366895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/1875616980105366895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/03/maybe-im-selfish-and-wrong-but.html' title='Maybe Im Selfish.... and wrong.... but....'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-8377407411609584828</id><published>2007-03-16T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T16:29:18.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colored People Coalition</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I clowned the NAACP. I clowned them, not only for calling themselves "Colored People", (like they couldnt have found a better name) but for begging for an apology from the state Georgia for its participation in slavery. I said "Dont they have anything else better to do than to beg somebody for a public apology for something they are probably secretly proud of? Why dont they take on a more serious issue, like fighting the mentalities that cause black people to live up to the negative stereotypes that are placed on blacks? What good would an insincere apology do?"  But sadly I was wrong.  They need to keep working on silly stuff like this because we really aint come that far as a nation.  Explain to me why a bill to have a &lt;A href= http://www.ajc.com/metro/content/metro/legis07/stories/2007/03/15/0315metconfe.html&gt;Confederate History Month&lt;/A&gt; "sailed through a Senate committee ...without any opposition."   Now here's a quote from the AJC about the apology that NAACP asked for: "I take the same approach to this that I have to all [requests for] apologies. I am not certain government ought to be apologizing," House Speaker Glenn Richardson (R-Hiram) said. "Nobody here was in office"  So let me get this straight... They dont think its important to apologize for it, but its ok to celebrate the people who facilitated the behavior?!?   This, in my opinion, would set us back as a nation hundreds of years if it were to come to pass.  They may as well start another campaign for a national holiday celebrating the institution of slavery.  After all, the country did grow substantially off of their free labor.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-8377407411609584828?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8377407411609584828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=8377407411609584828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/8377407411609584828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/8377407411609584828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/03/colored-people-coalition.html' title='Colored People Coalition'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-2353591943059517747</id><published>2007-02-27T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T14:24:35.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 to life</title><content type='html'>So Im lookin at the news the other day and I see how they are talkin about this Brian Nichols character.  After realizing that they were talking about his trial I asked myself a question.  I said to myself "Why is this guy getting a trial?!?"  I honestly don't know how anybody can honestly say anything other than guilty when dealing with this case.  They were in the court when it happened, they have several eye witnesses AND they got him on tape in the courthouse.  Im sorry if I got it twisted, but what other evidence do you need to convict someone these days.  There is no way possible that this jury can have any reasonable doubt.  None.  So you know exactly which approach the defense is going to have - insanity.  Im sorry but if he gets anything less than life, which would actually be a blessing, I am going to have to lose all respect for our justice system.  What our system needs to do is start contracting the prisons of other countries' governments.  Other countries have REAL prison.  It aint no basketball, no exercise, no "fun in the sun" with free food and cable.  From what I've seen on tv and stuff, their prisons are HELL.  On some serious, "we're not sure if we're gonna eat today" type prison.  Yeah... I hear its dangerous on the inside of our prison because of other inmates who are dangerous, but our system itself is a little bit too lenient.  Let somebody get shipped off to China or Mexico or somethin for about 4 months after doing an armed robbery and see wont that be the last time they every commit that crime.  People be doin silly stuff in America cause they know the consequences are basically little to none.  Things would change if people started getting life for having weed in their luggage like that lady did a few years ago in Bali.  I could be wrong, though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-2353591943059517747?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2353591943059517747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=2353591943059517747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/2353591943059517747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/2353591943059517747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/02/25-to-life.html' title='25 to life'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-3132762791582766449</id><published>2007-02-22T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T07:15:34.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the love?</title><content type='html'>Piggybacking off of &lt;a href="http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/02/down-for-struggle.html"&gt;Down for the Struggle&lt;/a&gt;...  Over the past few years Ive learned that the only thing that prevents a relationship from being successful is lack of maturity.  You see, when two whole with identities people get together, after a thorough interview, there should be absolutely no reason to break up.  None.  A mature person will recognize red flags of the individual in mind before they get together.  There wont be a lot of make-up to break-up type stuff happening - no 3 month relationships - no cheating.  Why? Because a mature person has good idea of who they are,  who they aren't, what they want, and what they need.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive learned a lot about people simply by looking at other people's situations.  Watching people who get in viscious cycles of off and on relationships or are notorious for having a high level of rotation; people who I say have the "revolving door" syndrome.  Off and on relationships are emotionally taxing and the "revolving door" syndrome is dangerous cause somebody is gonna get seriously attached and may not want to accept the idea of being left alone for somebody else (read: stalker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past year I saw people break up who I thought woulda been together forever, I saw people together who I aint ever think woulda got together, I saw people work the off and on like a shorted out light switch, and Ive been apart of a revolving door as well as set up one of my own.  I even heard a story from a guy I know who said that when he was younger, he moved in with his girlfriend of several years and, while he was at work, she started "tricking" and then left him for some other girls.  And yes.... I did say "SOME other GIRLS".  The cycle is viscious but it can be stopped.  It can be stopped with maturity and the development of an identity.  Maturity can stop you from indulging in extra curricular activities with people who are not your significant other.  It will aid in the discipline needed to stay with somebody even though you see some "greener grass." It will also help you recognize exactly the things that you need before you get envolved too deep and have to end up making a decision.  I haven't seen any other reason to break up.  Well, maybe finances.  But for the most part maturity can solve a lot of issues that cancel out our relationships.  I could be wrong, though.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-3132762791582766449?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3132762791582766449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=3132762791582766449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/3132762791582766449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/3132762791582766449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/02/wheres-love.html' title='Where&apos;s the love?'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-1207391756197913880</id><published>2007-02-15T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T15:35:40.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Athletes</title><content type='html'>So Im lookin at this website right.  And Im sayin to myself, "Why is Evander Holyfield still trying to fight at 44?"  Maybe he needs money.  I dont know.  But what I do know is, if he dont sit down somewhere soon he'll end up like his homeboy Ali - Prolly not even able to piss good cause he shakin so much.  These professional athletes need to know when to sit down before they end up having to get put down.  What is it that makes a 44 year old man think he's the million dollar baby all over again? - He is WELL out of his prime.  Yeah.... Dont know what he's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, on another &lt;A href="http://www.ajc.com/news/content/sports/stories/2007/02/15/0215thardaway.html"&gt;website&lt;/A&gt; there's this story about a guy from the NBA who has come out and said that he hates gay people.  Yeah, he messed up.  They asked him what he thought about that John Amechi(sp) fella coming out of the closet and he said on live radio that he hates them and "would ask the organization to remove that player from the team" if he were playing with a homosexual.  He said that he was homophobic.  Needless to say he got removed from all of his scheduled appearances as a representative of the NBA.  Yeah.... He messed up.  So Tim Hardaway comes back on the radio a few days later and tries to apologize for what he said.  Damage done.  Sorta like Magic Johnson being diagnosed with HIV, having the disease disappear and later it coming out that there is a great chance that he was falsely diagnosed.  Yeah, that kinda forced him into early retirement.... cant get those years back.  Damage done.  Here's what I would of said if they would have ask me about that guy.  "......."  Yep.  I wouldn't have said nothin.  They woulda never asked me on the radio station again cause I would have acted like I never heard anything they said.  The most I would have said was "Thats his choice." There would have been silence after that. There is no right answer for someone asking you what you think about somebody else being gay.  Do you know why? Because if you are a sports reporter like Tim Hardaway and feel the way he did, the only way you dont lose your job is to be "politically correct" and saying something to the effect of "Im happy with whatever decisions he makes with his life as long as he is happy".  But, as a result, you lie and you deny yourself and how you really feel.  And maybe Im wrong, but doesn't that defeat the purpose of asking someone their opinion if they can only give one answer anyway?  That question was a trap.  He was ignorant and he fell for it.  He did say somethin that was true, though.  If everyone else is heterosexual and uncomfortable with this guy being gay, it just may blow up the team chemistry to have this dude checkin you out when yall in the shower together.  I cant give Tim any advice, I cant make any excuses for him,  I cant change his mind.  What I can say is, if you're gonna say you hate someone, have a better reason for speaking that out than just having a phobia - in fact dont hate anyone.   Crazy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-1207391756197913880?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1207391756197913880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=1207391756197913880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/1207391756197913880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/1207391756197913880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/02/athletes.html' title='Athletes'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-8672739866414839092</id><published>2007-02-06T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T18:57:26.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down for the Struggle</title><content type='html'>I was lookin at some writing on &lt;A href="http://www.ajc.com"&gt;ajc.com&lt;/A&gt; a while ago and they were talkin about how people are choosing to be single now for longer and stuff like that. It was a lot dudes on there whinin like females talkin bout how "the system isn't set up for men because if there is ever a need for a divorce, the woman ALWAYS comes out on top" and stuff like that.  They were askin questions like "Why is it that a woman can get child support when they get custody of the children while, if by some miracle, a man can get custody of the child they dont get that same luxury"  Yeah.... Thats some real B**** nigga S*** but a very valid point none the less.  I say all this to say, it seemed to be more bitter men than there was females.  There were a few females calling it "modern day slavery" and stuff like that but, for the most part, there weren't a lot of angry women saying they never wanted to get married and all men are dogs, etc. So I started thinking, maybe marriage is about to come back in style.  Maybe men are deciding to slow down a little bit.  For a while now it seemed like the climate was moving more toward having a "life partner" and "shacking up" for a while and then getting tired of that person and moving on.  But Im starting to feel like the temperature is changing once again.  Mainly due to the fact that niggas are struggling.  You see, from what I've read on that blog, many people were attributing the fall of marriage to the success of women in the business world.  What I mean by that is that they say the more successful women became, the less tolerant they became of males - developing the "I can do bad all by myself" mentality.  But now..... Now it looks like things are about to shift back to the way they were.  I see a lot of people graduating from college with nothing to do but to go back to school or take some extra regular job doing something that had absolutely nothing to do with the degree they have.  This leads me to believe that maybe, just maybe, people may be starting to forget this "single forever" type mentality - that just maybe people will start being a little more tolerant of each others flaws in order to make a relationship extend for more than a couple years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God taught me a lot this pass year.  And one thing I learned is that the only things that can break up a relationship are immaturity and insecurity.  Those are the only two things.  An immature person lacks the self control needed to keep them away from taking part in pleasure seeking activities outside of the relationship.  This includes, not only sex,  but also the need for attention from the opposite sex; the need to excessively flirt, etc.  These other needs typically stem from the immature person not being completely satisfied with themselves, which leads us to the insecurity I spoke of.  Most of the time insecurity will show in the form of the persons need to be in control, jealousness, the need for complements from the significant other to keep their SELF-esteem up, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who is truely ready for a relationship has to first be happy alone.  They have to be a whole person.  You cant have two halves and try to make a whole.  Most people I know arent complete or content.  Some of them dont have identities at all.  So they continue in a viscious cycle of rotating people in and out of their lives that they know they know they wont be with in six weeks.  Up until now I couldn't honestly say that I could be happy alone - able to say to myself "If I never get into another serious relationship, Ima be alright".   I didnt realized that I was in a cycle until my sister ask me why I had been with so many girls last year that I knew I had no future with and I couldnt really answer her....  Until now.  It was immaturity.  A need to flirt and get a women to like me even though I may not have really cared too much for them - for the sole purpose of stroking my ego.  Just to say "I got such and such and she dot dot dot."  It made me indecisive in some cases cause I aint know why I was involved with certain people or what direction I wanted to go with it.  So I became David Copperfield and disappeared.  Now that Ive grew up a lil bit and dont behave as foolishly, I can say that a great part of me is ready.  Time will tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that if more people become aware of their own flaws and more tolerent of other people's flaws (as I predict will happen) it wont be long before the family comes back. I could be wrong, but Im still putting in my order...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-8672739866414839092?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8672739866414839092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=8672739866414839092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/8672739866414839092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/8672739866414839092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/02/down-for-struggle.html' title='Down for the Struggle'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-2205016888919507841</id><published>2007-02-03T12:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T12:57:23.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of "A Man"</title><content type='html'>I was just watchin somethin on television and they were talkin about somethin called "Asimo".  Now, Asimo is a robot that has been programmed to learn.  The goal of these scientist is to one day have these robots advanced enought to cook and clean and other stuff like that.  My question is, where is the line drawn?  If these robots get really advanced to the point where they can fill all the positions at Mcdonalds with Asimos, how will young teenagers enter the work force?  The people in the world could become so lazy since a robot will be doing everything that people just may become obsolete.  And dont tell me McDonalds wouldn't do it.  The would replace everybody as quickly as humanly possible.  Why, you ask?!?  The root of all evil - money.  You can hire one lazy, pimple faced teenager who doesnt want to be there, give him benefits, a lunch break, and free food (which they would probably steal anyway) OR you can have a robot who doesnt need to eat, drink or sleep - never gets tired and can work all night if you want him to with no break.  Yeah... Im takin the robot.  He saves me money.  Meanwhile, Little Ricky Bobby over here cant get a job, he doesnt know what a honest days work is because he never had to do chores, and only manages to lift his lard up to walk to the bathroom to take a piss.  But who knows, by then we might even have a robot to put a suction cup on our privates so we wont even have to get up to do that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so let me be a scientist for a day.  I got a couple choices on what to do with my life.  I can either: A)Find a cure for aids (or atleast HPV) so people can stop suffering with these man made illnesses OR I can B)build a robot so I wont have to rely on my kid to find the remote for me so I can change the TV channel.  I think I'll go with B.  It'll ease my conscious if I tell myself these robots will be able to help out in surgery.  Plus, having a robot cook for me is so much more baller than lookin at a disease all day.  Wear a condom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now what we have is the most sorry bunches of people on the planet getting even sorrier, the rich continuing to get richer, the dumb gettin dumber, the lazy getting lazier, and the working class citizen - who is keeping this economy from completely collapsing - being destroyed.  NOT baller.  But I do have some good news, atleast you can still save a lot of money by switching to Geico. Cause you'll always need car insurance.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-2205016888919507841?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2205016888919507841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=2205016888919507841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/2205016888919507841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/2205016888919507841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/02/end-of-man_03.html' title='The End of &quot;A Man&quot;'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-3731845343082267903</id><published>2007-01-29T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T06:29:24.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Bowl</title><content type='html'>I just seen somethin on the front page of one of those free weekly papers.  You know, the kind that be in the bin on the sidewalk.  At any rate, this newspaper had the two black coaches on from the teams attending the superbowl on it and the quote underneath the picture that said "Soul Bowl".  Question: What the hell?  Why would you call it the soul bowl?  When its two white coaches, did they call it a redneck bowl or the bleach bowl?  Why did the two black coaches have to be apart of the "Soul Bowl"? It may as well have been called the underground railroad bowl or the soup bowl.  But maybe Im the only one who thinks that this is a problem....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-3731845343082267903?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3731845343082267903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=3731845343082267903' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/3731845343082267903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/3731845343082267903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/01/soul-bowl.html' title='Soul Bowl'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-5106789702776839797</id><published>2007-01-18T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T12:00:08.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicks Vapor Rub</title><content type='html'>Im thinking... Saw an incident on a website today talkin bout how Vick has basically been caught trying to sneak a water bottle on a plane in Miami with a residue on it that smells something like "Proud Mary."  Now what Im thinking about is, couldnt Michael Vick get somebody else to hand deliver some of the best weed ever produced - straight from the motherland or some remote island nobody has ever heard of?  Why would he need to go to miami and bring back some Ohh Wee residue?  That dont even make sense to me.  Forget the fact that he's in the nfl and doesnt need to be smoking anyway; forget that his records for the last few years has been less than stellar (That aint all his fault no way.  What kinda staff wont let their quaterback audible?!?);  Forget the birds he shot;  forget all of that.   If you have as much money as Mike Vick has, why would you need to personally sneak weed anywhere?  Two things: when you're rich you can get away with murder (Literally) and almost anybody can be bought, &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; anybody.  So explain to me why Mike didnt A) Understand how to be smart enough not to bring a bottle on the plane. B) Pack the empty bottle and wait til he got home (if that really was weed anyway). C) Pay somebody to have some weed waiting on him when he got of the plane (since he cant smoke up there anyway) or D) Just pay off the person who caught him (yeah thats stupid and probably not plausible, but it could happen).  I dont know what he was thinking if that really was weed.  The one thing I do know is the fact that he just wasnt thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-5106789702776839797?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5106789702776839797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=5106789702776839797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/5106789702776839797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/5106789702776839797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/01/vicks-vapor-rub.html' title='Vicks Vapor Rub'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-6024412953040893366</id><published>2007-01-05T10:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T09:35:22.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Science of Love</title><content type='html'>I came across an article on yahoo and it was talkin about what men and women find attractive in each other based on scientific studies.  You can look at it &lt;A href="http://www.yahoo.com/s/475530"&gt;here&lt;/A&gt;.  Now I always have had my own interpretation of why and how women choose up and stuff like that but this article was very close to being slightly rediculous.  It said that women found men with more masculine facial characteristics to be great for short term relationships but men with more feminine characteristics such as larger lips and more rounded jaw bones where better targets for long term relationships.  In the same breath it went on to say that the more masculine men were the choice for majority of the women to "mate" with because of the thought that they would have stronger genes.  So let me get this straight, get pregnant by Walker Texas Ranger and spend the rest of your time after he gets done looking for a lame nigga to take care of you and somebody elses kids?  I cant say thats cool, but thats what the studies say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on to visit another website that deals with the same topic (You can look at it &lt;A href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/hottopics/love/"&gt;here&lt;/A&gt;.) and this site took it a little further and went on to say that its about a person's genes moreso than what that person looks like.  It even went on to talk about how a person is gonna be attracted to another person by their smell and also the by the amount their immune system differs.  The idea is to find someone who has an immune system much different from yours in order to insure that your kid has the greatest chance for survival.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this stuff is supposedly happening without us even knowing its happening.  I can only describe it as the reason a person may still be attached to somebody who treats them like dirt and they cant seem to leave them alone.  Its either the immune system or the LD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article did have some other points that I did agree with. For example, it talked about how the words we say don't really mean anything.  You can beg, and beg, and beg but if they dont want you, they dont want you.  Most of the communication is in the body language of the individual.  Imitation is the greatest indicator of admiration.  If that person mirrors your actions, more than likely they enjoy you as a person on some level. Otherwise, they wouldnt act like you.  It also went on to talk about how we usually want someone who looks and/or act like us, our parents or our siblings because thats what we grew up seeing.  I thought it was crazy at first, then I thought about most of the women I had been in relationships with....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing that stuck out in my mind was the fact that people are attracted to people who are symmetrical - Identifying symmetrical features as someone having good genes and someone who has asymmetrical features as a person who probably has weak genes or some "defects".  I dont think anybody really thinks about all that stuff when picking out somebody to date but if you sit down and really pay attention to it, it kinda makes sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant say I co-sign everything in these articles but if they are true, it would explain some of my unexplainable "adventures" with certain females.  It would also explain why its important for families to be just that - families.  With both mother and father in the home.  Otherwise, the child may not have a point of reference when looking for a potential mate.  I dont know though.  Being attracted to a mate by smell is a crazy thought and that whole immune system thing was just bananas. But it could be true....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-6024412953040893366?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6024412953040893366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=6024412953040893366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/6024412953040893366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/6024412953040893366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2007/01/science-of-love.html' title='The Science of Love'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-7704301129010366926</id><published>2006-12-28T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T17:45:27.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Poisoning</title><content type='html'>I just seen something real disturbing.  The FDA just approved products for sale by cloned animals.  You finna be sucking down goats milk from a lab created titty.  This is beyond processed food.  I don't know what this is.  I'm just kinda mad.  These cheap bastards will do anything to make a dollar.  I was just lookin at the negative effects of High Fructose Corn Syrup and how that stuff can start shuttin down ya insides.  And that garbage is in everything that even remotely taste sweet.  Its to the point where, if you wanna avoid it you're basically gonna have to grow ya own stuff in ya back yard and drink water alone for the rest of your life.  It was absolutely rediculous.  No cookies, no cakes, no pies.  All the good stuff gone.  Now they tryin to find a cheaper way to make meat.  Listen to the end of that statement - "Make meat".   Do you hear my tone?  That is absolutely rediculous.  I know we gotta lot of people on the earth and America is one of the most wasteful nations on the planet but come on... Making meat?!? You cannot be serious.  I cant eat it and I know I aint the only one. Ima be eatin vegetables and drinking protein shakes for the rest of my life if they replace naturally reproduced farm animals with some lab created stuff for the sake of profits.   These people will kill us all to make some extra pennies for themselves.  They say money is the root of all evil..... Co-sign. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be wrong though.... Speak on it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-7704301129010366926?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7704301129010366926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=7704301129010366926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/7704301129010366926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/7704301129010366926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/food-poisoning.html' title='Food Poisoning'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-5187377630022441390</id><published>2006-12-07T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T17:51:03.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internal Affairs</title><content type='html'>I was at home today for a lil while longer than usual. I took a half day off of work. I deserved it. But after a while of getting my well needed rest and doing some other stuff I just don't have time to do, I found myself just sitting infront of my television flipping my channels to find something worth while. Well, while flipping my channels, I came accross a show called Greg. Now normally I would have kept it moving cause I dont generally watch shows that are named after the people who host them (for example: Maury, Jerry Springer, Oprah, Regis and Kelly), but I stopped at this one cause I saw this Asian lady who was talking about how she couldn't find love but was DESTROYING everybody who came into her path. The show set her up with a date with this guy and the guy realized immediately what type of party this lady had going on in her head but he tried his best to make the best out of a bad situation. He tried to reach out to her. They struck up a conversation and she asked about his parents, both of which were deceased, she says "Oh, you don't have to talk about if you don't want to" and he's like "No, its fine, I can talk about it." Then he proceeds to talk about it and she immediately cuts him off and starts talking about how good her food is. I mean, the guy didn't even get three words out of his mouth before she decided she didnt even wanna hear what he was saying. It was the nail in the coffin for an already bad night. And she's sitting on a barstool wondering why she can't find a good man. Crazy. They asked her why she was being so insensitive and she was just like "Well, I wasn't really listening to him at all anyway..." The lady was bitter and angry and unwilling to open up to anyone, but deep down inside she thought she was fine how she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its a lot of us out here now who walk around with our "eyes wide shut"; who have fail to "remove the rod from our own eye before trying to remove the splint out of someone elses". We as people need to stop being so judgemental, especially before we make sure we have ourselves together. I find it absolutely necessary to take a look inside every once in a while to make sure that I'm still on top of my game - to make sure that Im not behaving foolishly like our friend mentioned above. I don't think people do that enough. Many of the people I encounter are focused soley on themselves, with very little consideration for what may be happening in someone elses world. Im by no means saying to completely forget about treating yourself; its very important to have some "me" time, but me time shouldn't be all the time. I could be wrong though....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-5187377630022441390?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5187377630022441390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=5187377630022441390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/5187377630022441390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/5187377630022441390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-was-at-home-today-for-lil-while.html' title='Internal Affairs'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-1814781033435205496</id><published>2006-12-05T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T10:45:24.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposure</title><content type='html'>You know what? I wanna thank somebody today and I know he's been apart of many conversations recently so it might be a little overdone but.... I was in the shower this morning and got to thinking... I want to thank that white guy from Seinfield for saying what many of us Americans wanna say anyway but dont say it because its politically incorrect. I thought this display was horrific but beautiful at the same time. It was horrific because the things he said out of his mouth were absolutely terrible, but it was beautiful because the truth is beautiful. What this fella did was expose the mindset of many people who live among us today. And its not just white people, its everybody. Yes some minorities have more to deal with more than others but everybody got a lil prejudice in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Side note: What is a "minority" anyway? I don't hear dark skinned people in France being called African-French. Why is it that we have African or Hispanic Americans?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, lets take a look at some of the simple stereotypes that we have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black youth are lazy - they only aspire to rap, sing, or dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White people cant dance and are always looking for ways to "get over", and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody else is here illegally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People walk around with these mentalities everyday and it never gets dealt with. So we see one individual who exemplifies the behavior that comes into agreement with our mentalities and we say "See, I told you they act like that." We needed this comedian to expose the truth. The question is: Why did he have to do this in order for people to finally stand up and say the word Nigger needs to be abolished? Why is it socially accepted by african americans to use it? It doesn't matter if its used as a term of endearment or as a replacement for homeboy or whatever. The word is negative. People are negative. This new "snake in the grass" racism has existed too long without anything being done about it. Everybody may not like everybody else but we all know what is going on when underqualified people get promotions and "overqualified" people of a different race cant find a job. What is "overqualified"?!? Either you can do the job or you cant. Either you perform or you don't. Maybe I have it twisted up in my mind. Maybe there is such a thing as being too experienced at physics to be a college professor. Maybe its possible to have a previously worked as a chef at a 5 star restaurant and now that there are no jobs in your metropolitan area, you are too experienced to flip burgers at McDonolds. I say its some BS but I could be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I dont like what that fella from that extremely boring and corny sitcom show said, but the truth of the matter is that he didn't say anything different than what 50 million people were already thinking anyway. Yes, it was wrong for him to say it but I think it was a "necessary evil" to open America's eyes to the fact that racism never died - It just changed clothes. Thanks white Guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720367158718267457-1814781033435205496?l=leatherbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1814781033435205496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=720367158718267457&amp;postID=1814781033435205496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/1814781033435205496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720367158718267457/posts/default/1814781033435205496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leatherbelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/exposure.html' title='Exposure'/><author><name>Journeyman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421096701227004267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720367158718267457.post-6274932266644386699</id><published>2006-12-02T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T11:11:05.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lie because I care</title><content type='html'>The other day I decided that I didnt really care for people all that much. I came to the conclusion that 75% of people are full of hell and everybody got a little "trife" in them. In fact, the number might be closer to 95%. Part of this conclusion came from the customers I deal with on a daily basis. Everybody is lying and scheming to get over. We record every call. We tell them that and they STILL try to get over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with a couple co-workers of mine. We were talking about pet peeves and dishonesty was brought up. One of them was openly honest and said that they lie to the people they care about to preserve their feelings and they tell the truth to those people, no matter how blunt, that they can do without. I started thinking, part of that makes sense but.... If someone is lying to me I cant think "Oh.... well thats cool cause they just didnt wanna hurt my feelins so I appreciate that lie." Get the heck outta here. Are you serious? I dont feel that but niggas rationalize their lies like that all the time rather than just bein straight up and being like "I dont like it" or "Im not really feeling that." Yeah, its gonna hurt that person but you gotta respect honesty over that lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've done some people wrong, but Im big enough to admit it. Ive been deceitful and misled some people to believing things that weren't true. Not necessarily lying, but witholding some of the truth. I understand that how I act sometimes aint right and Im trying to do better. One thing Ive learned over time is that you cant keep apologizing to someone for your mistakes. After a while they'll become numb to it and the apologies wont mean anything. 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