Blogging live from The Rapture

“Is that Jibreel and Jesus shooting zombies in the Rapture?” “JC, pass the clip I’m out!”

“its a thin line between love and hate”

Do you think I got a story to tell when it comes to my dating history? Yes I do but its a hodgepodge of love, joy, happiness, making cookies, taking pictures, random trips, moving to new cities, auto shows, mountain climbing on random, jokes, political debates that end in anger that makes you cut on the radio to only get a kiss on the cheek at the stop light, flowers, packed lunches, Wegmans bread, random food and spices, ghee butter, a talking cat, overcooked pasta, sandstorms at the beach, hippie halloween, snow ball fights, Harvard Sq, Mattapan high speed trolley, trader joe’s, buying things from the Amish, Sex In The City, Roxbury MA, Cape Cod, baby clothes to heartbreak and betrayal to the bizarre adventures that has me where I’m at today.

Can’t rewrite history however I can just say thank you for the memories. The more I think about it, this whole NYU thing well New York City in general was never my idea (The Ohio State University wasn’t really my idea either) but I don’t find it strange the circumstances. Its going to be kind of tough without you however we both know how life was when we was together.

I survived that era. Unlike most folks would of been broken down and yes I’ve went off the edge however being stronger, I’m smarter because I was learning from the smartest person I’ve ever dated. The Lord works in mysterious ways as the anger has giving way to reality. It used to trouble me that I couldn’t tell “The Story” as it hit me “why even bother to dig up the negative when you can remember more of the adventures,” and we had some adventures.

Wow it feels good to say that, I’d still wonder if you read these things. Thru your troubled eyes carried a lot of wisdom I still carry with me today. The scars are quite beautiful as my skin is tougher my mind sharper. The baggage has been scattered between most of the Great Lakes, The Long Island Sound and in many parts of the Ohio River. I’ll never be rid of the scars even when they fade however I wouldn’t of gone where I’ve been if I didn’t meet a dreamer one Friday night in Buffalo. You’ll be Ok as I hope you seen a bear as I’ll be OK. Thank You _____, please wish me luck.

Beyond that I’m not going to kiss and tell, I always held you in my heart with the most respect possible.

Money can’t buy happiness, but it can buy you the kind of misery you prefer

I fear my mood swings however not in some crazy time I’m hurt myself or someone way however in a vulnerable type misunderstood emotional gypsy. I make no excuses for whatever actions take place however at the end of the day, there is no end its a freaking mood swing! They are getting stable as the days get long. The only person is going to help this is myself. Yes I have to work on my grammar with in this blogging however I also have to work on myself. Some folks keep a diary, myself I’m not that analogue. I’m however under the oppression that no one reads this anyway beyond no one is paying attention thus these ramblings are truly of my own. If you are reading this, well you can tell I’m royally (beeped).    

Double the Facebook’s Triple the Misery

Have you ever “googled” yourself? Yes if you drop my name through the years its kind of popular and it helps to most like be the only “Jibreel Riley” in the world. Either way, you knew what was on my mind and I wasn’t afraid to say it. As I got older and wiser my politics have gotten more realistic and driving into “reality” of how things in the world really work.

There is a lot of gray in a black and white world. Reality is there is compromise in politics. In the Western World, the compromise is in the chambers that our elected officials inhabit while in those 3rd World dictatorships, compromise is “we kill you and rape you or just kill you.” I think I’ll deal with just reading the NY Post/NYDN/NY Times.

Analogue media is all I can really deal with these days. Let me be clear as day: FUCK YOUR POLITICS! Yes I’m informed but really every fucking day!?!

See what comes out of me when I get going on that stuff. I couldn’t even bleep it out. I have friends from pinko commies to libertarians however the key is, we talk about everything but politics and if we do happen to bring something up, yes I have my views, opinions and like everyone however its not whom I am. I’m bigger than politics. I’m live in Literalville where we know “Politics” is just a system to divided people, family, friends even relationships.

Eminem can rap about rape, gays and kids in trench coats. I remember when Marilyn Manson was tweeking the nation. They sold millions of records however if I start doing it than I’m an asshole. Well like the one saying goes “kill 3 people you are a murder, kill over 3 million then you are a Revolutionary” please skip the “Che t-shirts” that dude was a pussy! If you can’t take a joke… thats one thing but if you can’t take reality, I’m sorry but this is real life.

My original Facebook was a re-set also from my older Facebook that got clipped for who knew “adding friends.” Its always been heavily political, its even how I manage to meet some of my dearest friends that the irony are not cut from the same political cloth as myself. I learn what right books to read from all types of scholars to making some of the greatest one liners, ad libing my way into some cult status. I would mix in my interest of Urban Planning, Rust Belt Issues and Real Estate. Drop some random travel pics and well thats all folks.

Or is it!?!

It struck me how much time was sucking beyond Farmville when it came to dropping comment after comment. It didn’t help with phone apps so the conversations kept going and going. It dawn on me we are going over issue after issue like we are the ones on Network News, at least they are getting paid to do this. I got a epic chance at finishing school at a epic university. My stress level has been lowered for more reasons that one however something wasn’t feeling right anymore.

The Facebook III, now that was to be a VIP politics free zone. All my friends whom would get lost in the shuffle, posting things that are cute or funny like deer and rabbits. Sunshine, lollypops and everyday grind stuff. I really mean, everyday issues like getting thru the end of the week pay check to pay check, paying the rent, taking the kids to tee ball, yea!

This was also a project to show to people (well to _________) that I really mean it when I want to say “i’m more than politics however if you want to talk issues then I got the Arena but be prepared to put on the pads and get pushed around a bit,” this is kind of hard when you just want to take your ball and go home. So many strangers are able to respect my views as I’ve been called “just a general observer” than a true partisan. I’m sorry if I pissed in your lemonade however you are no longer the smartest person in the room anymore.

Yes I go no books or degrees yet to back it up however I got experience. I’m a unorthodox uncredited sociologist that ask the question in the shittest parts of America “what the fuck happen here?” From the rural of old (cotton) mill towns of North Carolina to the urban areas of Chicagoland, with my photo documentation to my own mental notes mix in a few classes into taking these issues up academically and well I just might know what I’m talking about.

I’m in a city of social issues, I’m a Marine Veteran with personal social issues. Its easy to sit on a moral high ground and speak of the horrors that come with food stamps however the folks living in the projects are not holding welfare parties, they are trying to survive. Yea government cheese is free as the housing is cheap but… newsflash… you live in shit. Yes someday I wan’t the American Dream just like everybody else.

It started to dawn on me, the people the most I would like to read my views was just not connection any dots or didn’t understand however never asked me clearly to explain what I was really getting at.

Its sad something when you can agree with someone on a issue however they are so headstrong full of themselves to see that forest when the sap is falling on your nose. Its also sad to not fully accept that I might know far more about this subject than you do or if I don’t know something then get off the high horse and try to tell me about it.

I’m not a bully to the people I care about, yes I will challenge you but if we agree to disagree the sun will come up and life goes on. I only destroy the ignorant, the arrogant while shaking the moral high ground because in reality there is more than one perspective. At the end of the day, if you choose to engaged myself in Facebook II then prepare for the match and shake hands afterwards.

Well folks, Facebook II is gone baby gone along with a few folks as well. As of today FB II really might stay gone for good. Yes there is people I’ll miss and if they can manage to find they way to FB III then its all good but its not going to be the same by any means.

The Experiment behind it really hurts at the end because it showed the weak bond that I really had in a relationship that seemed ok. Somethings you just can’t “ask” for you just have to see if they just come about. Forcing someone to like/love you is a major signal, you are not good for each other. If social networking with messenger along with over relying on the communication thats making people more anti-socal makes me more anti all of the above! You know the ten digits, yea.

My mood is dark as the world is changing. Its getting colder as people are becoming more bitter. You can be 10 feet tall behind the keyboard but afraid to open up in person. Despite all the information at your fingertips, the laptop is the new idiot box with porno.

Really 5, 10, 20 years from now we are going to really be saying “yea I had a good girl but one night on Facebook she posted XYZ and I had to dump her” or “yea he was a good guy but he just rambled on about his day on messenger and I snapped” so this and other stupid reasons is going to have you living alone with cats? As trivial as social networking can be, if used wisely you can separate the real from the fake. The people whom really be down with you when the shit hits the fan. Who needs the bullshit? There is a real life going on and I’m trying to live it.

If a Facebook post to poor messenger etiquette “does that even exist?” Thinking the other person on that computer screen is the problem you might want to look in the mirror.

I’m not heavily opinionated, just coming from Literalville the reality is I just call em how I see em

Countdown to New York University

Who knew? After reading a few of my post you’ll ask yourself “who did he have to sleep with to get admitted into such a university!?!” Well in 96 hours hopefully my ID Card works and welcome to at least the library. Who knew I would be in New York City, living in Brooklyn and attending NYU like 5 years ago because it damn sure wasn’t me. Now if I can finish that will be just as amazing. I’m going analogue hard core, bringing (19)88 back. The physical book, pen and paper notes. No laptop open, no twittering of Facebook. I killed Farmville many moons ago, I’ve even drop a whole Facebook profile (thats a story coming soon). No girlfriend but I’m at the point of my life of going steady however in NYC you gotta bring the A game or I gotta lose some weight. I gotta stay focus, keep motivated and well just do the damn thang! I’m smart just like the rest of these kids how lets put it on paper. I’m no thug but I’m letting the gangster out this time. NYUNWA, yea!

RIP Eric Wright

Confessions of an Analogue Man (English and Grammar)

For years I relied of the help of others to help me in the English and Grammar. Yes, English is my native language however using proper english is tough for me. I don’t want to write books or really even blog however my views on today is really not to get all digital when I’m quite the analogue communicator and who really cares what I have to say? Even I can’t hide behind the computer screen when there is so much that can be done. Yes I will ramble about mundane things but I try to always have a story to tell. I’m in New York City, plus if you know me I’m an adventure.

My life however its not all about me. When I get that way, bad things happen. Things so bad well my home is now Brooklyn than Columbus, Ohio. My internets messenger use has gone down quite a bit through the years.

I remember when AOL was the vogue back in like 1998 and you didn’t know what you was really doing. Dial-up internets as AOL started to take after the offering of unlimited usage and move over freaks and nerds. People whom had AOL before hand, yes it was even more taboo to meet people off the internets and that same social stigma still existed until like 2004-ish.

Yea even I’ll admit breaking the taboo being the joyful hypocrite I can be however I’m still from the lost era of “growing a set of balls and talking to a girl (replace that with the gender you chose).” So internet killed the newspaper personal classified ads. I wonder can you still place those in the newspaper? I would do it; forget Match, eHarmony, or the free (but you get what you pay for) sites, you’ll find you soulmate via the newspaper personals because they are motivated from the analogue era even if they are over 45.

Chatting away on-line is convent, easy to share files, pictures to tell you story and send links that could be useful. Its cool even if you have friends overseas or want to keep in touch with love ones at a distance. As I’m not stating anything we don’t already know however what we might forgot is how to communicate: face to face. Something happen that your mind should be able to react however when you need moments to pause and think. You are able to do that via messenger or text messages however face to face… and off goes our generation into the digital abyss.

My keys to save your self from anti social messenger behavior are as follows:

• Really got something on your mind (call or email)
• Having a bad day then “call” the person you want to confide in (works if this a spouse or someone your dating however not someone you are just sleeping with, they really don’t want to hear that shit)
• Complex but good story, yes its messenger possible if the other party is interested in what you have to say however if it gets too much to follow then just act like you are following it, just admit its too much to follow and email it or just cut in with something that would condense the story.

What people can’t see is the reactions of that person on the other side of the computer screen. If they have something they need to say or are disinterested you can get that vibe on the telephone and more in person however messenger its just two people looking at a computer screen thus you should think about it on both sides or just call a person. People reading this above age 27 would get the clues however below 26 you should get to thinking about this. 

Complaining on the Internets about The Internets

Why do I bother with Facebook? Why do I even bother to say anything? I came to a city of over 8 million to disappear in the sea that is New York City of people and it’s working out well to the point I feel like a ghost (that means its working very well). Fuck that, I’m not here to take to joy out of this cupcake! There is no ice in my vanes unless things get “real” and I’m no internet tough guy however I put my pants on the same way you do, I’m vulnerable. I can’t hide my issues by worrying about somebody that don’t give a (bleep) about themselves. I had enough of disaster porn for one lifetime, i’m either shouting off the projector or leaving the theater.

Facebook It became a Triple nightmare like four years ago with two crazy ex girlfriends (some of you are friends with her fake profiles by the way) and the 2nd ex made her self some victim to my long time douchebag friends and they believed it (yea I mean that from my heart).

I grew up in chaos however it made me whom I am as the Lord works in mysterious ways I’ve took many of you along my drifting via my pictures of America the land of the free/ I dated madness and moved on to crazy so my mind is fucked along with other shit y’all don’t need to know. Some of you know however I only have a few friends that I can really chime in and say “I’m feeling low” and I know everyone has kids, there own lives and stuff… I’m sorry if I bother you with my drunk text, I mean no harm really but it can get annoying. I might even just well, just… I don’t really know how to say this without being melodramatic. I pray for all of you happiness, joy and just remember sometimes an intelligent hell is better than a stupid paradise or something.

Myself I had a great opportunity and I fucked it up and I thank God I have another great opportunity and I pray I don’t fowl this up either or I quit college and going to become a bricklayer. Who even gives a flying fuck, beyond my jokes that come from a dark place no one knows rally whom I am, where I’m from, were I’ve been or where I’m going.

Beyond that

I love you guys from my political friends to the folks I creepy add randomly to my high school folk, people from the old hood, to my progressive moonbats and GLTB crowd however this is sucking my time. Its not getting funny anymore esp when many of us will never cross paths. I got a hard time making human connections and I’m in a city of 8 million people. Its ok to keep up with many of you however I’m still old school, ya know picking up the phone and saying “what up yo.” When I see folks at night clubs staring at there phones I wonder how many guys still have the balls to walk up to an attractive lady they find to be cute as just say “you like movies?” Most folks of my generation don’t even really know how to do that as they go on line and try to find “there type” when I’m all about taking stupid risk, it makes life worth living.

Political wise, its great to see conservatives form like Votron until we cant decided whom can out conservative one another. Plus I can get on the bus with the Paulites to they start talking that 9/11 Truthers shit and I want to kick there faces in at the Southbound Chambers Street Station (N/R) that is still not open after 11 years!

This Birther thing, are you fucking crazy! You (yes YOU) let these clowns on the left incubate for 40 years and wonder why we are only really down to 4 Red States that matter, the youth is dumb as a fucking stump with they same iPhone staring them in the face with all the information at there fingertips. I walk with moonbats, their cities have parks, museums and shit!

Black people, yes Obama won its historic now get with fucking reality!

Illegal Immigrants, I love you as long as your not killing people in our ghettos however after you folks get Amnesty its MUST be placed in the Construction (fuck you Joy Behard you dirty yenta) NO MORE! Go home, America is FULL!

When it comes to RINO’s beyond New England and the Mid Atlantic, what the fuck you think your going to get? A Barry Goldwater from Massachusetts? Get real!

My Progressive, Democrat, Liberal friends… why bother I love you too but many of you are set in your ways to even bitch about it however don’t pull the “well Bush Bush Bush did it” when Obama does something similar.

My GLBT friends, I love you too however you don’t get special rights how about “equal rights” folks that’s in the Bill of Rights or something? Oh I could give a flying fuck of y’all want to marry, be my guest. Go head and adopt while you’re at it. Beyond that, at the pride parade, put on some fucking pants for ones! You gay men know how to dress up beyond Speedos and leather whatever the fuck that shit is. Oh and stop blaming Mormons.

Islamophobia fucking STOP it. My first name is Islamic for starters. Yes there are douchbag goat fucking, child molesting terrorist whom want to kill you! I say stop letting folks into America that mmmh HATE US! Oh I don’t wanna hear shit about GitMo (where ells you are going to hold enemy combatants they got no Geneva Convention rights dummy, I know this and I got my law degree out of a cracker jax box and the Patroit Act is still in effect with Pres Obama and he is beefing it up, Google net neutrality) Yea Islam needs to check itself like when the Media trips over itself to drop the latest Catholic scandal but but but we must show restraint when a Army Major shoots 13 solders… fuck you and fuck that noise. The guy in the food truck in Manhattan pushing halal chicken is not the problem. They are hardcore on the grind more than you could imagine. Get fucking real, plus whom do you think has been your eye doctor or dentist for the past 30 fucking years?

Everyone:

Take a break from politics! We fucking get it and move the fuck on, don’t your kids have some baseball league or dance recital?

My Conservative Friends, I love you the most and I mean this from the bottom of my heart! We might never meet but it feels great to know we are out there and we are getting stronger by the day even if we can’t agree on a presidential candidate, The Wonks, The Mods, The Thumpers, The RINO’s, The Palies, The Cocktails, The Pats, The Baseball Furries to the Gramercy Riffs, yea. Really Iowa its Gods County however some presidential candidate should skip you… foreals.

God Bless America, everybody ells can figure it out… Well Canada I’ll always love you even if you have Hockey players on your money.

I’m just saying I rather go back to 1999 when there was AOL & 3 way calling on the landlines

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This makes me angry

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