Against the grain

Root of ALL Evil?

I am starting to become addicted to Twitter a little bit. Quest Love from the Roots is on there 100 times a day talking about this new hip-hop this or Jimmy Fallon that.. I actually know some people in real life I follow and it is interesting to see what they Tweet about on a daily basis along with other people I would like to know. I don't go to the clubs, I stay home most nights with my kids, and because I am single and extremely picky I stay home most weekends. I guess I can't expect my virtual social network to expand until I one day try to expand my reality social network.

There is a local poet I am following on Twitter, and I have seen her perform on stage a handful of times. I really enjoy her poetry because her style is raw, real, fast, and to the point. She doesn't speak in a lot of metaphors and abstract verbiage that makes you wonder WTF is she talking about? She is clear, concise, and entertaining. I met her a couple of times, but I am not a person most people remember so she doesn't remember meeting me. I have to re-introduce myself as So and So's cousin and not just as myself. SAD.

This poet has a talk show format on a local online website I posted in my gadgets called livewireurbanradio.com and she posted on Twitter she is looking for interested ladies to join her panel to discuss the topic:
"IS PUSSY THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL?"

Is pussy the root of all evil? I thought this would be a very interesting topic. I am striving to become a prominent psychologist one day and I absolutely enjoy observing human behavior in all forms. My opinion is just as important as the next. I can get off my shy horse and just try it. I really need to put myself out there more. I need to meet new people and maybe build new friendships. I can't keep living in my living room. Nobody knows I'm sitting on my couch except me. So much for that social network if that is how I am going about it.

The show is a few days away and I replied on Twitter volunteering my random thoughts. Now the anxiety of the situation is settling in my guts. I committed to show up and talk into a microphone about my ideas about if pussy is evil or not. I need to get my ideas and thoughts in order. I can't just show up and freestyle whatever. I don't know how strong the other personalities will be and I don't want to clam up and not say anything because that will be stupid and I will continue to be ignored. Hence the reason for this BLOG. I need to figure out where do I stand and what do I want to say about this...things that make you go hmmmm.

First I should answer it. Is pussy the root of all evil? My answer is...NO!!!!

WHY? I don't see the logic behind it. A human organ cannot beget what our society deems as immoral or evil actions.

The more I think about it the more I have to dissect human behavior. The main difference between mammals in the animal kingdom and mammals as human species is cognitive thoughts and actions. It is a natural mammal activity for most male species to state their claim and position over the female species until a stronger or younger male comes along and fights for that role. Some species practice monogamy when others practice polygamy, polygyny, polyandry, polygynandry, and promiscuity. Human species does it all.

Humans are a lot more complicated when it comes to thinking about sex, but both humans and animals are very similar with the way they act on sex. Typical animal behavior consist of: sex between species, sex with inanimate objects, homosexuality, heterosexuality, and bi sexuality. There is absolutely no difference between what a animal will do and what a human will do. The only difference is animals don't care and humans live their lives under social and religious constraints; which take away what we would do naturally. Cognitive thoughts keep those belief systems in a constant revolving door because each decade of human species will put a new twist on what is deemed moral, religious, and socially acceptable within small and large groups of people.

  

Magnum anyone?

With that said...pussy cannot be the root of evil because I believe it is the male EGO that is the root of all evil. Nothing is more dangerous to the human race as the male ego. In today's society with current morality and religious laws the human male ego will cause wars, murder, greed, control, lust, and all the other sins listed in old bible script. Lust especially will misconstrued pussy being the evil culprit when it is the men who make it that way because of their egos. 

Men are both simple and complicated. The simplicity is they can be kept 'happy' as long as their ego is constantly stroked like a crying cat in heat. Complicated because they fight against their natural urge to spread their seed to as many pussy's they can due to social and religious rules of only being allowed 1 pussy at a time nowadays (unless your a Mormon or Islamic). Life was probably a lot more simple when multiple spouses were allowed. Because of this new societal rule of 1 pussy at a time their EGO becomes more sensitive when that pussy becomes compromised in any way. Once that EGO is threatened and they can no longer keep claim on that 1 pussy that is when things go array. A man will feel the urge to state claim of that pussy and that is when the EGO can have the capacity to initiate any of seven plus sins without any concern of moral, social, or religious rules that are in place. As long as humans fight against our natural mammal instincts the social rules we put on ourselves will change a simple sex act between two humans into a crime scene because of what we perceive as right versus wrong or good versus evil. The natural act of sex becomes evil once it gets that far.

An Evening with Deepak

Namaste

While sitting inside the Mile High Church, the mood was calm as people stood around talking to fellow church members. There was a quiet murmur across the auditorium. I never been to this church before and it was obvious I was a stranger. Walking into the auditorium people handed out free copies of Deepak Chopra’s book titled Jesus. I sat in my chair holding on to my book and looked around at the strangers until the lights dimmed and everyone took their seats. Deepak walked on stage and everyone immediately gave applause. His red sparkle glasses caught every light and shimmered like a school of fish on a shallow beach. He was getting over a cold so his voice was raspy, but came across clear with his Indian accent echoing through the hall. Never standing in one place, he had no note cards, or a teleprompter. He was casual wearing blue jeans and a sport coat. As he paced back and forth he began to speak about the nature of consciousness as a fundamental reality that differentiates into cognition, biology, social interactions, personal relationships, environment, and the forces of nature. Deepak transitioned easily between each subject giving detailed philosophy on what is our true nature, where we come from, how to transform your self, and how to make the world better. Deepak involved the entire audience in two group meditations. We all closed our eyes as his soothing voice almost hypnotized the group into a calm peace. He spoke about road rage and how people do not have control over their own emotions. He was detailed about the cognitive way the brain functions as well as the biology of our bodies, mind, and spirit. The lecture was sold out and every seat was filled. Although I did not know any one personally; I felt enveloped in warmth and peace around my soul.

Another Day In My Life

TIME TO CRY

“To check the balance of your checking account, please press 1.” beep- “Your balance is negative three hundred eighty nine dollars.” I press end, and with my mouth open, I began to cry. Looking at my cell phone as if it just told my world is coming to end any minute, I sat feeling numb all over. I feel the hot streams of tears rolling down my cheeks, gravity pulling each drop on my phone and hand. I sit and cry in silence; while sitting on my living room couch. I feel the redundant dysfunctional chain of having no money every month, and I am sick of it. I call my bank customer service line again on speaker phone because I can not believe what it just told me. I am in absolute denial about what the automated teller just spat out, and I need to make sure there was not some kind of wax build up in my ears. Forwarding through each prompt, I get back to the main menu. The female robotic voice said what I thought I heard the first time, but before I hang up this time, I need to know what happened. I can not just accept the fact I am broke, when I know I should not be this broke. “To hear the last ten checks paid, please press 5.” Beep- The clouds parted and my answer to my question was given. The curse of a post dated check I wrote a few months ago wanted to get paid now.

Just this past summer my main port of transportation was a plum color, 1994 Saturn. It was all I could afford three years ago, and with the exception of a few fender bender accidents, it was all I had to drive. Maybe it was the heat, or the neglected oil change that had this car put me on the highway to hell. It started with the first week of its demise. The clutch was sticking on each gear and my engine was sounding very irritable. Lights were flashing red on the dash board that would otherwise be invisible to me, but the sounds the car was making would not let me ignore the fact it was going to die if I did not take it in for repairs. I took it to the dealership where I bought the can cutter. That is what my mom would call old cars that were driving on its last pistol. After they keep my car for a few days, the diagnosis was my module packs needed to be replaced, and it would cost a little over four hundred dollars. I hitch a ride back to the dealership to pick up my fixed cutter.

Going to work, picking up children, running errands, is what I do as my every day activities. I need a reliable car to get me where I need to be every day of the week. Not even ten days later I am on the highway driving at least 80 mph, until rush hour makes me come to almost a complete stop. It is over 100 degrees outside, and 150 degrees in my car when the clutch no longer wanted to go in any gear shift. Stop and go traffic put me in a panic, while I slammed my gear shift in any direction possible, but nothing would stick. I cried, cursed, and cried again, until I had to drift onto the side of the busy highway. People were getting irritated with me for making them wait for my dirty, plum, plastic, toy car to move out of their way.

A police officer in a under cover Dodge Intrepid comes out of nowhere and pulls right in front of my car on the side. They say to protect and serve, but I do not trust any person in uniform carrying a gun. He seemed really nice, until he called my license plate in to the station. I started to get nervous because the last time that happened I was in Aurora Municipal getting booked. If he is here to help me stranded on the side of the highway, why would he need to check if I am a felon too? He sat and waited with me until the tow truck guy could find me, and get through all the traffic to save me. Taking my car back to the dealership, the surprisingly nice police officer gave me a ride and dropped me off at the nearest TGIF restaurant. He offered to take me all the way home, but I was still worried the station was going to come over his radio and say to bring me in for a old traffic ticket. I wanted out of his car so fast, I almost opened the door while he was driving and tucked and rolled to safety.

One thousand dollars it cost to replace my clutch. I should have walked away right there and bought a skateboard, but they allowed me to post date checks to pay for it.

Exactly 14 days later, while driving home from work on another hot summer day, I found myself stuck in traffic due to construction. A million cars had to squeeze into one lane to get through, and I was right in the middle of the madness. My car did the unthinkable, the engine began to roar very loudly, my temperature gage casually moved to the hot letter H, and smoke seeped from my front hood like a chimney on the coldest day in winter. I could not go left, right, back, or fourth because I was stuck. I began to get very nervous, and started to panic again. I swear I knew my car was going to explode with me in it and I have not renewed my Will and testament for my kids yet. Ten minutes later I was finally able to cross the street and park at the gas station. Dressed in four inch heels, a skirt, and blouse I pop the hood and antifreeze is dripping everywhere. Smoke hit my face the way the dishwasher does when I interrupt during the drying cycle. What was I to do now? I am out of tears and out of patience, so I stood in the shade using my navigator on my cell phone, and I called the nearest dealership that would help me buy a new car.

Buying a new car took all my savings because I was not expecting to pay another $1,200 for a down payment along with all my current bills. I left my plastic curse of a car at the dealership and told the people that sold it to me they can have it back. I finally washed my hands of the evil, and now have reliable transportation to drive around town. Two months later I forgot all about the post dated checks I wrote for a car that never was fixed in the first place. The dealership had the audacity to continue processing my checks as if they actually ever fixed my car. This is why my bank account is negative, and this is why I am on my couch holding my cell phone with tears staining every crevice of my face. I feel vulnerable and weak, the only thing I can do is breath. Being a single mother with two children does not leave me any room to breath, but I have to breathe anyways. I always have to be strong, figure out a way to make it through the next week, and keep living life the best I can. I have to tell myself money comes and goes, and if I keep positive it will come back to me again one way or another.