The Birthdate Reader Talk Show

The “Uncle Ruckus” Business Syndrome: Alive & Well Living in America!

Thank you for stopping by The Birthdate Reader Talk Show.  My name is Miriam, and I hope all is well with you.  Well, it’s obvious that I haven’t given an audible pod cast show in some time.  Prayerfully, I will be audible in a short while.  My hope for an October 15th audible pod cast obviously did not come to fruition, however, it is coming.

THERE‘S AN “UNCLE RUCKUS” LIVING AMONG US!

As some of you may know, I don’t sit idly by waiting for things to happen.  You have to “Do It,” no matter how many obstacles may get in the way of you attempting to do well in life.  This philosophy is not new, and it has been my premise of thinking since my childhood days.

Sister Ava Muhammad says “Anything of value will receive opposition.”  And I’ve found this statement to be very true!  God knows, I get a lot of opposition, but it’s all good because I know that whatever it is that I engage in, or do, have ‘value!

Fortunately for me, my parents instilled this into me, and my siblings.  And although it is good to Pray for thanks, and ask for insight, you still have to go out there to make things happen, whether it is dealing with employment, business, relationships, school, vacations, and so forth.

Like I wrote in one of my books: “You’ve got to take charge of your life by ’preserving your sanity’ at all cost!”

‘UNCLE RUCKUS’ IS ALIVE AND WELL LIVING AMONG US!

Nothing will drop “out-of-the-sky” to hand you anything just because you “Prayed on it.”

Prayers + Action = Traction!

And speaking of traction, there is a lot of “Sub”-traction going on among us where we live, work, with [so-called] friends, and on the family tree.  ’Sub’ means “Under,” or “Below.”  On the other hand, the word “traction” means to ‘grab hold’ or to get a firm grip, so that you can move forth thereafter more easily in motion, or in action, to achieve your goal(s).

Therefore, any traction that is ’sub’-traction means that you can not, or will not, be in the position to get a firm grip, or hold onto something (or someone), to allow yourself to move forth, or forward, easily to gain motion in whatever it is you seek to do in life.  Such a fact applies to life.

And in life, we have ’sub’-tractive people who are the likes of an “Uncle Ruckus,” which is a character in the creative talented animation series by Aaron McGruder “Boondocks.”

My son introduced me to the series animation, Boondocks, and when I watched it for the first time, the character of Uncle Ruckus upset me so much, I told my son that someone needs to put him out of his misery!  For real!  But you know what?  I ADORE the series, Boondocks!

It is realistic, smart, very humorous, and it’s a part of our existence, whether we like it, or not!  It is a “thought-provocative” program for independent thinkers, who are not easily influenced, nor persuaded by bullshit that is constantly thrown out to us by mainstream media through their outlet programming, and the News.

And yes, I know all about the use of the  “N” word constantly used in the series, which by the way, was explained in one, or two of the airing episodes as to why it’s used, how it’s used, who uses it, and reasons were given as to why it should not be used.  Let’s not be puritanical here - none of you have virgin ears.

Like I said earlier, the 'Boondock' series is for independent thinkers - Intelligent smart thought-provoking programs in Black culture are always a threat.  Hhmmm.  Thus, you have good ole Uncle Ruckus! Hahahaha.

Many of us live among a lot of Uncle Ruckus’ folks - They’re in our family, neighborhood, place of worship, county, city, place of business, and so forth.  To imagine a Black man, who is self-hating, harboring negative views about his people is another facet of the Willie Lynch’s [Theory] Letter, which is what I call a “cook book” with specific recipes to destroy unity among People of Color, namely Black folks, who are the “Original Man” and “Original Woman” who’ve bored fruit to a plethora of existing nations we have throughout the world today.

And as a result of Lynch’s detrimental recipes, to date, not many Blacks, Hispanics, poor Caucasians, and Native Americans, were taught about having a business of their own, how to run a business of their own, and equally important, they were not taught how to reach-out to others to help them to build a business of their own!

So, when you DO have a Black, Hispanic, or Native American man or woman, who DOES have a business, and is willing to share with others on how they can become fruitful in their business, then the ‘Uncle Ruckus’ mentality comes out in full-force!  Hahahaha!  Oh my goodness, it is so sad to see how many Uncle Ruckus’s (and Ms. Ruckus’s) are out there in the world waiting to ignore you, dismiss you, or tear down anyone, or anything, that is not conceived by people who are ’unlike them’ in hue, or ethnicity.

And when there are businesses, whether it is large, medium-sized, small, or independently owned, that are doing well by interacting with people from all walks of life, then Uncle Ruckus (and Ms. Ruckus) start to choke on their own vomit, but not for their ignorance and self-hatred behavior.  They choke on their vomit because it was instilled into them to “mentally” choke themselves, thus as a result, they choke anyone else who is ’like them’ in hue, ethnicity, and culture.

However, the act of ‘trust’ does become a factor in this equation, which is based on the fact that there have been too many People-of-Color who have literally abused, mis-used, and screwed-over the “working poor” and the “educated fool” who’ve entrusted themselves to support & patronize their businesses.  Perhaps Uncle Ruckus’s self-hatred behavior is justifiable, but it is not totally viable.

After all, who is responsible for the multi-millions of jobs going abroad amid the Iraq occupational war?  Thus, creating increasing unemployment throughout this country?  Who are the culprits who’ve underwritten predatory mortgages for lenders to sky-rocket mortgage payments to the American people?

Wanda Sykes, a comedian and actress stated that at least when a mugger robs you, it’s for that day.  But people like Enron had robbed people’s financial "futures!”  And she’s right!  Who is responsible for robbing the American people’s retirement pensions and other savings they have accumulated throughout the past decades?

So, as you can see, Uncle Ruckus is licking his own vomit because the people whom he idolizes so much to the point that he scorns other Blacks, Hispanics, and Native Americans, are “Not as pure as the driven white snow!”  However, the vomit that he licks seemingly appears to be palatable to him because he continues to do what he has always done, and that is to despise himself, as well as the people who look like him.

Should we continue to blame the Uncle Ruckus’s in the world about their self-hating attitude regarding businesses operated by People-of-Color?  How different is Uncle Ruckus’s sentiment from the average southern Caucasian person who prefer to fly the Confederate Flag holding the belief that the South belong to them, and it is a part of their heritage?

The truth of the matter is that you may win in disallowing someone from publicly waving the Confederate Flag, but it doesn’t mean you’ve won in eradicating such sentiment held in their heart and mind!  The same holds true for the Uncle Ruckus’s in the world, whereas you can scold him for his ignorance, but it doesn’t mean he’s going to change his views about you.

It is just best to leave BOTH of their asses alone, and continue doing what you do knowing that you are valuable, and it is their loss, not your own.  In fact, these type of people are doing you a favor by not associating themselves to you.  Your Blessings will come in multiple folds whenever you leave negative-minded people alone to wallow in their own vomit, despite the fact that they think they‘re better off doing what they‘re already doing anyway.

That cook book filled with self-destructive recipes outlined in Willie Lynch’s letter did a number on us, and the ingredients listed to prepare the poisonous meals are still being used today to feed the existing ignorance in the 21st Century!

With that said, if you already have an independently-owned business of any kind, keep doing what you are already doing.  You are not alone.  Do not allow the Uncle Ruckus’s in the world rain on your parade.  Sometimes, it is NOT MEANT for some folks to see a good thing because of some other things they may have done that was, or is, not pleasing to God.  I know for a fact that when ‘truth comes, falsehood flees.’  And don’t forget Sister Ava Muhammad’s quote that I noted earlier on this Post.

And we must not forget that sometimes there is so much other stuff going on in peoples’ lives, it is difficult for them to engage in anything else at that moment.  I’ve been there multiple times.  But it is not about me.  It’s not about you.  It’s about them, and the most of what we can do is pray with sincerity that all will be well with them, and their families.

Oh yeah, I know there are a lot of Uncle Ruckus’ folks living here in South Carolina.  And I am sure that you know a hand few of them yourself wherever you live.  These type of people will not EVER want to associate themselves with you, let alone want to listen to what you have to say, because you refuse to let anyone, including them, define who you are in this world!

Wherefore, when you find yourself dealing with this type of mentality, don’t let them win by trying to convince them what you already know.  Let your business speak for itself.  Believe me when I tell you that there WILL be positive-minded people who WILL fully understand what you have to offer them, whether it is a product, or a service, or both.  You know your worth, and never allow anyone to diminish it!

Positive-minded people gravitate other positive-minded people toward them!  Period!  Life is too short for stupidity and ignorance, yet, it seems longer with it!  Oh well, que sera sera.

Well, take care of yourself, and let us all convince Aaron McGruder to continue with his animated series, “Boondocks!”  Hit him up on Twitter, Myspace, Facebook, or on his official Boondock website.  Just Google his name, or Boondocks.

Thanks for stopping by.  Peace & Blessings To All of You.

Miriam.

HOLLA!

Copyright 2010.  All rights reserved.

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Perhaps It's The Cynic In Me!

Hi, and welcome to a brief posting of The Birthdate Reader Talk Show.  My name is Miriam, and thank you for stopping by.

Like many of you, I, too, have a Facebook account.  I like Facebook, and it has brought a lot of people together, especially for those who may not have seen, nor heard from loved ones, friends, classmates, relatives, etc., in many years.  And like many of you, I, too, have re-connected with some folks whom I liked then back in the good old days.

But, I've got to tell you that this new-age technological advances of communicating via social networks can be a bit overwhelming at times.  And I must say that there are a lot of folks who've expressed to me their concerns about their use of utilizing Facebook, for example.

Much to my surprise, they shared with me about how TOO MUCH information is needed for some Apps, and so forth.  I agree.  But being who I am with my mode of thinking, I get suspicious about things anyway.  Maybe that isn't the right choice of word.  Perhaps I should say that I can be a bit skeptical, or that I tend to delve into something a bit more deeper than most people would in some cases.

However, I believe that there is a time and place for everything.  Whatever is considered to be controversial, or too "heavy" for most folks, I write it on my own site that I pay for out of my pocket.  I believe that all of us should choose what we say, and how we say it, wisely, as long as it doesn't compromise our own principles, and values.

And we all know that the "truth" in so many cases is not easily swallowed for some without getting choked-up, thus needing the use of the 'Heimlich' to be performed on them, swiftly!  Sad, but so true!

Ahhh, but no one can keep "truth" quiet.  It may get muzzled for a while, or intertwine with falsehood, but it will break freely away from its captors!  Remember what I said about the Number #3 Year (2010) in one of my podcasts?  But I digress.

Check out The Bronze Community Digest Newsletter http://bronzecommunitydn.ning.com under 'Forum" about my view regarding Facebook.

Again, this is simply my opinion, and as you know, opinions are like nostrils . . . we all have them, but each of us tend to smell things a bit differently than other people.  What smells like cinnamon to you, may smell like ginger to me.  What smells like roses to me, may smell like gardenias to you.

But before I go, I want to put my thoughts on this post about "Bullying" people.  I realize that a lot has been said on this topic, especially since the tragic death of the Rutger's young man who committed suicide because of what two people had done to him, which was not only cruel, but downright evil!  Despite the fact that his sexual preference was no one's business than his own, such a tragic loss can be looked at as being a 'life lesson tool' for the meeker individual to stand up for him, or herself, when faced with a bunch of evil asses, who have nothing else better to do with their pathetic lives other than to harm other souls who didn't do a damn thing to them!

I grew up with bullies, and I fought them back with my fists.  A different time?  Sure.  My upbringing was a bit more simplistic.  Fortunately for me, my dad taught me to "walk away" from anyone who would call me names.  But the moment ANYONE puts their hands on me, I am to beat the living shit out of them!  Well, he didn't say "shit," but you get my meaning.

And as it turned out, I provided the same type of teaching to my children.  It's not about being violent.  It's about "defending yourself" from harm by another person.  Plain and simple!  It's not about looking for trouble.  It's about preserving your sanity whenever possible without having anyone else disturbing your peace of mind.  It's common sense!

I, for one, am so disgusted about the actions taken by those two jerks who attended the same Rutger's college.  Oh, my goodness, they are so lucky because had it been anywhere else, or in my time growing up, a beat-down ass whipping would have been inevitable!  Period.

We must teach our children that the world is not rose colored with only good things in it.  There is bad stuff also.  People, as a whole can be BOTH nice, and cruel.  There is no Knight in shining armored.  The hell with Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, and all of that other crap.  Batman, Superman, and even The Lone Ranger days are over!

Stop pussy footing around with the 'truth' of what this country, hell, this world is all about.  There are great things, great people, and there are not so great things, and not so great people.  If you have youngsters heading off to go-away college, them him or her, or both, to trust NO ONE!  Be friendly, observant, and watch as well as pray!

Break it down to them: Some people can be downright DIRTY!  They don't mean you well in life.  They'll smile in your face, and call you all sorts of names behind your back.  But I would be remiss if I did not share this bit of info with you:  When your own self is just & correct, then you will gravitate people of the same ilk toward you.

Don't ever feel bad if no one chooses to speak to you, or visit you, text you, or email you.  Little do you know that they are doing you a huge favor by not being around you.  A Spirit of ill-will cannot stand being around a Spirit of good-will.  That's the truth!  And you'll soon notice how your Blessings will unfold in multiple doses.

And if you choose to have those ill-will Spirits re-enter into your circle, watch how things will change - and you'll notice a decline, or other negative incidents occurring around you that was not present before.

Whatever your "Belief System" may be in your life, hold on to it with great reverence, and understanding.  I don't profess to know what God has in store for us.  I don't.  We must continue to live with Faith, Belief, and Trust in HIM.  And for what it's worth, it is not my place, nor is it yours, to judge this young man's personal life.  Such judgments is no one's call but God.  HE Laid Down The Law!  Not Man.

Thanks for stopping by.  Peace & Blessings To All of You.

Miriam.

Holla!

SATURDAY - You've Got To Love It!

Hi Everyone!

Welcome to The Birthdate Reader Talk Show.  My name is Miriam, and thanks for stopping by.

Well, it is Saturday, and it’s quite peaceful today at my home, which is a seldom event.  I just want to vent this afternoon briefly about something while it is still on my mind.

I’ve mentioned this already in one of my pod cast segments, but it bears repeating since there remain a bunch of self-righteous individuals who persist in identifying, or should I say, distinguish, one person from another within a family nucleic environment.

For crying out loud . . . STOP USING “FOSTER” OR “ADOPTED” IN YOUR DAMN INTRODUCTION ABOUT THE CHILD WHOM YOU ARE CARING FOR IN YOUR HOME!

Step this - half that - foster this - adopted that . . . God, how more ignorant can you be in this world?

I did say that I was going to be brief, huh?  Well, here it is:

ANYONE who has the nerve to introduce a child as their “Adopted child,” or “Foster child” to someone else in the presence of the child is an ASS!  Plain & simple!

What you do not understand is that as much as you CLAIM this child is a part of your family, the usage of the word ‘adopt,’ for example, SEPARATES the child from your biological family!  You have single-handedly DISTINGUISH him, or her, from your family as being the “outsider!”  Do you have any idea how this hurts the child?  DO YOU?

You have undoubtedly claim this child as a ’non-inclusive’ factor in your family profile!

If you are looking for some type of adulation with a pat-on-the-back from other people fostering a belief that you did a great thing by taking in a child who needed a family, then you are nothing more than a self-righteous selfish maniacal ASS, who puts your own needs, first, instead of thinking about how such a practice may offend and hurt the feelings of the child!

And to be clear, I know that there is a much better way for me to expound my sentiments regarding this issue through the use of exercising a civil proper tone to my dialogue on this Post.  BUT I DON’T  WANT TO DO IT!

Oh, wait a minute now.  Let’s not forget the media outlets.  They, too, are accomplices to this negative labeling practice.  What is worse is when the actual parent, for example a celebrity, refuses to distinguish their children with the use of ‘adopt,’ or ‘foster,’ here comes the blood sucking backward reporter telling the viewing audience who’s who, and who’s not!

If a celebrity makes it clear that Sally Sue is “her child,” or “his child,” and the media reporter announces that the child is an “adopted” child, then that particular reporter should be FIRED!  Gone!  Better yet, that reporter should apologize to the celeb parent, and the audience for making such a distinction, especially when the parent of the child did not do so!

This is not about being shameful, or embarrassed that a child is an adopted child.  On the contrary.  It is about RESPECT!  It’s about respecting the rights of the child’s existence to flourish without benefit of ignorance, and blatant disregard for his or her existence on this planet!  A child’s self-esteem is a priority.  And when the parent of the child acknowledges this bit of fact, then everyone else should follow suit.

Granted, I do understand that there may be some folks out there who haven’t given this issue any thought about how damaging such divisive words can emotionally and mentally harm a child’s personal self-esteem.  And many of these same parental figures are genuinely fond of, and love children, to include the child who is now an ‘addition’ to the family tree, whether it’s for a day, week, or many years.  These rare men and women who do not seek adulatory comments.  They do not seek rewards, awards, or honors of any kind.

And to take it a bit further . . . This ’baby daddy’ thing is getting old.  In fact, it’s ancient.  That’s my baby daddy.  Mind you, these young women are not saying “This is my baby’s daddy.”  Or “This is my baby’s father.”  How about showing some decorum by saying “This is my son’s father.”  Or perhaps “He is the father of our son.”  And do it without the twang-tone!

Wow, I feel a whole lot better.  There’s nothing like a Saturday E-vent.  Oh, the “E” stands for ‘Electronic.‘

I’m about to head on out onto the front porch, and enjoy this lovely day that God bless me to see with my family.  It’s hot and humid in South Carolina.  Thankfully, my house face North, so I don’t have to worry about the Sun beaming directly down on me  . . . Well, at least till later when it begins to set.  Believe me.  I won’t be out there too long . . . Central air awaits!

I really need to start investing in utility stocks.  There is no doubt that these electric utility companies are generating some serious revenue.  Hhmm.

Thank you for stopping by.  Take care of yourself.  Remember, every day is a Bless Day!

Peace & Blessings To All of You,

Miriam.

HOLLA!

Copyright 2010.  All rights reserved.

AFTER THE FACT:

What May Be The Reason Why Mothers are Killing Their Children, and What Can We Do To Prevent Another Child From Getting Murder?

Hi, Welcome to another post segment of The Birthdate Reader Talk Show.  My name is Miriam, and thank you for stopping by.

What in the hell is going on in our society when there are mothers and fathers who are snuffing out their children as if they are snuffing out a cigarette butt?

Indianapolis, IN; Seattle, WA; Orangeburg, SC; Bowman, SC; Newark, NJ, and the list is growing way too fast!

In this case, no one need to have statistics to be presented before them to see that there is something terribly wrong throughout America regarding our fellow American citizens, namely a myriad of moms and dads, have gone haywire.

Have we, collectively as a people, become so damn apathetic toward mothers who happen to have “stair step-aged children,” or both young children and teenage youngsters that we assessed their situation to be THEIR PROBLEM?

What happened to the families of yester-year when everyone within the family nucleus watched out for each other in times of difficulties?  What the hell ever happened to the family values asserting helping hands reaching outward to assist those who seek our assistance?

Oh, I see . . . If you’re not receiving a Check from the Department of Social Services, or if you’re not “Getting Paid,” then you do not have the time to help take care of anyone other than yourself!  I see.  I see!

Yet, you call yourself a Christian, or perhaps a Muslim, or Jewish, or a Jehovah Witness.  My bad.  Perhaps it has nothing to do with one’s own religious affiliation of doing godly acts of good-will toward your fellow man and woman.

Maybe it is because you like to think you give a damn because of your own self-serving ideologies in believing that if you are civil in tone when exchanging niceties upon seeing a mom with children in the street, or in the supermarket, then perhaps that is enough.

“How are you?”  “Oh, I’m fine.”  “Well, have a nice day.”  “You too.”

Poof!  That’s it!  End of the pleasantries.  Meanwhile, during this brief exchange, you do not see “her eyes,” or observe the tone in her voice, or observe the ’look’ on her face.  But it is easier to ignore the signals of distress - believing that it is none of your business, or convince yourself that what you thought you saw was not actually there!

One can argue that many of these mothers who’ve killed their young children did not show signs of stress, or distress, in their demeanor on an outward basis.  And one can argue that mental illness played a role in many of these moms who ultimately took action to murder their children for whatever reason.

Lastly, a person can argue the case that these moms were overwhelmed with emotional problems only to have been compounded with personal tragedies, such as losing a job or a loved one, the father of the children left her to tend with the children alone, and so forth.

Whatever the reason, or reasons as to why so many moms who decide to kill their beautiful children need to be further examined on a spiritual level aligned with the practice of loving-thy-neighbor mentality, and through the use of utilizing common observation, and common sense.

At the risk of appearing nostalgic, I grew up in a neighborhood when the tenants gave a damn about each other.  If a mom who had a few children appeared too frustrated, or seemed ’out-of-character,’ or was experiencing personal tribulations with their spouse, then a neighbor, or neighbors, would take it upon themselves to invite them for tea, or to come outside to sit on the ’benches,’ which is better than any therapist’s couch!

These moms would stay outdoors sitting on the bench what seemed like hours to some.  Granted, a lot of them were into their “Stories.”  You know, soap operas.  And the thought of any stay-at-home mom missing out on viewing her favorite soap operas would be considered blasphemous, to say the least.  However, when it came down to the nitty-gritty, viewing their favorite soap opera programs did not come before a person’s well being.

And yes, there were a hand few of moms who did feel despondent from time-to-time.  And yes, there were a few hand few of dads who felt despondent also from time-to-time.  Fortunately, through some much needed persuasion from the active dads in the building and the neighborhood, many of the dads took the time to sit outdoors on the benches, played with their children, and their children’s friends . . . We were neighbors!  Actually, it was a welcoming sight to see the dads engaging with us because they were seldom seen due to them working all of the time.

But this post is not about my childhood days growing up in an neighborhood that looked out for each other.  And for the record, I do not condone the acts of these women and men who kill their children.  In fact, I am disgusted by the whole thing!

My intention to write this pod cast post is to illustrate how much we have literally lost these types of neighborhoods throughout America.  And as a result, in my humble opinion, we have lost, or choose not to have emotional contact with our neighbors!  It does not matter if we geographically live in an urban area, in the suburbs, in a shelter, or in a private or public apartment building.

What got in the way of being neighborly toward each other?   What got in the way of being ’family oriented’ in the household?  Religion?  Race?  Class?  Economic status?  Education?  On my goodness, don’t get me started!

Undoubtedly, we are a litigious society waiting to put the screws into anyone who challenges what we do in our personal lives, such as spanking our children in public, for example.  And as a society, we also tend to oppose anyone, who are unlike us in race and religion, who take a stance on a principle that is just and fair, according to the laws governing one’s place of residence.

But what about these laws?  We have federal, state, county, city, municipal, and town laws on the books, which umbrellas more laws, regulations, and agencies that are so antiquated in many instances, that many of them do not reflect 21st Century time.

As far as the moms who are overwhelmed with their children’s daily maintenance to keep a roof over their heads, feeding them, clothing them, etc., it is believed that these moms have reached a point in their minds that they are alone, and there is no way out other than to take matters into their own deadly hands.

The idea of mental disease, or depression, is often the final assessment given by a professional psychiatrist for many of these mothers who take the lives of their children.

But what is ’mental disease?’

To me, one definition of ’mental disease’ is: A group of people who sell and/or buy millions of people, and take them to a far-away land only to have their native language, and way of living stripped away from them, and enslave them for centuries!  That’s mental disease!

Mental disease is when you honestly believe that auctioning and taking away moms, fathers, children, sisters, brothers, grandparents, etc., from their families makes for good business, and it is an alright thing to do!  And to add insult to injury, such practices in this country were allowed for the kidnappers to force whom they kidnapped to become slaves!  That is mental disease!

Mental disease is when you separate millions of people and scatter them to the four corners of the Earth, and centuries later, the disease continues to infect a lot of folks’ minds, who have the nerve to disregard Black slavery as being a part of this country’s horrific history by dismissing it with blatant disregard for the human lives that were lost.

Well, this same mental disease is spreading too rapidly for my taste having so many moms and dads who take it upon themselves to disregard the lives of their innocent and helpless children.  Young children are slowly becoming extinct in America.

What’s puzzling about this ill-phenomenon is that there is no specific race, or religion, we can quantitatively conclude with a definitive certainty that such heinous acts are solely carried out by any particular racial or cultural group of people.

Do you need to be a fire fighter to know that fire can burn you?  Do you need to be an astronomer to know what the Moon, or Sun, look like?  Do you have to be a singer in order to enjoy music?  The answers to all three questions is a resounding NO!

Does every mother kill their children?  Of course not.

Remember the character, Mrs. Kravitz, on the television series, “Bewitched,” and how she was dubbed as the ’nosy neighbor?’  Despite what she saw often at Darren and Samantha Steven’s home, which she was absolutely correct and just with her findings, it did not matter how valid her claims were at that time.  Simply because everything she saw was discounted in the end through some hocus-pocus on Mrs. Steven’s part.  And we all knew she was “bewitching” to say the least.

The point I’m making here is that no matter how many times she was defeated with her accusatory practices of the Stevens‘, she continued to be the ’watch dog’ of the neighborhood by keeping a close eye on the Stevens, and everyone else on the block.  No matter how you may paint her intentions, at least she was there to watch out for their neighborhood.  She did not worry about what others had to say about her.  As a neighbor, she was doing her job!

It’s time to get back in becoming that same kind of neighbor in our community!  Unlike Ms. Kravitz however, we need to reach out to a young woman, or man, who may find themselves feeling torn, or overwhelmed.  If you have a neighbor living in your building, or somewhere else within the same complex, invite her to sit on the bench with you to catch some rays, and enjoy the outdoors with pleasant conversation.  Ask questions about her life.  Be concern.  You just may have something to say that will leave her wondering how to handle her personal issues.

And if you live in a residential suburban area, invite that mom, or a few moms, for tea, coffee, or hell, even an alcoholic beverage.  Whip up some light snacks, and engage in conversation.  Don’t be coy - tell it like it is.  You would be surprise how receptive such dialogue is appreciated.  Let that overwhelmed mom know that she is not alone with her feelings.

These suggestions don’t call for a college degree!  You do not need to register with The Secretary of State to file for, and start a non-profit organization to provide these services!  These simplistic ideas are nothing more than common sense solutions provided from one human being to another doing what we should all be doing, and that is enacting in a way of godliness.  Love thy neighbor does not mean you have to pay their bills.  Get rid of that ignorant mentality!

Arguably, there are exceptions to the rule when it comes to dealing with the human mind.  Any disease, whether it is genetically predisposed, developed through a past emotional crisis, or it is a ’bad seed’ syndrome which explains a person’s maniacal behavior, should be examined by a license professional in the medical field.  Hence, a prescription for specific medicines must be administered to the patient.  It goes without saying that perhaps some of the aforementioned reasons I listed may have merited validity regarding the many moms (and dads) who’ve found themselves killing their children while allegedly being in a depressive state.

I get that!

However, it does not cost a damn thing to reach out to those moms and dads with young children, and/or teenagers for that matter, and listen to them.  I mean really listen.  This does not mean you have to burden your shoulders with their problems making it your own.  But sometimes that is all what some folks need to do - get it off their chest before they explode, or implode!

My heart goes out to the children who have been brutally murdered by the hands of their mom or dad.  It bleeds with concern - great concern in our country.  But I truly believe that there is something all of us can do at home, within our community, in our congregation, at school, at our place of business, and the list goes on, and on.

Parents need to be more patient with their daughters.  So what if she got pregnant!  Yeah, I know you did not expect this for your daughter, but she is pregnant.  More importantly, she is your daughter!  It’s a done deal.  Support her.  Encourage her to do well in life.  Don’t berate her.  Hell, what did you do when you was her age?

Besides, it has been my observation that the majority of moms and dads who are very strict with their children were a pain-in-the-ass to their own parents growing up!  Therefore, since they are now the parent, they are determined to ensure that their own child[ren] will not give them the same kind of hell they gave to  their parents growing up!  How many of you have noticed this fact?

I realize that we are living in a world that makes it very easy for many of us to become selfish, vindictive, manipulative, greedy, a hypocrite, self-absorbed, rude, apathetic, cold, dismissive, apprehensive, and ungodly in our actions in what we do, and say to one another.

The typical “I got mine, so you better get yours the best way you know how” mentality has become the theme song among too many individuals, and groups, in this country who claim to be something that they are not, and that is behaving “Christ-like” in their daily living!

So, the next time when you witness a woman whom so happens to have young babies, whether they are stair step ages, or not, say “Hi” to her.  If you’re standing on a long line, drum up a conversation with her as both of you wait to be served by the cashier.  If her lovely brood begins to cry, or run around in their little immediate environment while you wait, ask if you can offer to hold one of the children, or talk to them.

Don’t judge the woman because her child is restless, or tired.  Remember, you, too, underwent similar circumstances at one time or another yourself.  If you didn’t, then good for you.  You’re in the minority!  TRUST!

Oh yeah, and another thing .  . . To all of you snippity dippity types at the work place who happens to be a boss, manager, or supervisor, or the actual employer who is in charge of hiring and firing - be very careful of what you do, or say, to a woman who have young children, and who is struggling to make ends meet, especially if she is a single parent.

The days of not giving-a-damn are over!  What goes around-comes around, and I guarantee you that it is not a wise thing to be apathetic in these troubling times.  You could be entertaining Angels unaware!  MIND!

God Willing, I’m going to speak more about this in the immediate future on my audible pod cast show.

Thanks for stopping by.  Take care of yourself.  Peace and Blessing To All of You.

Miriam . . . HOLLA!

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Early Wednesday morn at about 2:45 a.m., I learned about a dear man's death on Facebook.  It  shook me to the core when I read that Orangeburg County Sheriff Larry Williams died late Tuesday afternoon at a hospital that was once disclosed to the public, which is now known to everyone.

It is not an easy task for me to write about someone whom I have great respect for in a public forum, or in a post like this one, to share my sentiments openly.  I've always believed that many people are pretentious, or have a motive for what they do, or say.  But I will not allow such beliefs keep me from expressing my hurt about a man whom I believe is one of the most kindest and thoughtful individual I've ever met since living in the state of South Carolina.

I met Sheriff Larry Williams some years ago when he was running for Sheriff in Orangeburg County.  He won.  And I was happy that he won because he came off to me as a person who meant business, but he had a personality that will melt any, or all anguishes away instantly through his humor and wit.  And since I'm known for my own sarcastic humor, I ran with it, and he got it!  Sheriff Williams knew how to mingle with the people regardless of race, religion, cullture, and so forth.  In other words, we instantly hit-it-off!

When I hosted and produced my mainstream radio talk show in Orangeburg, Sheriff Williams did not hesitate to grant me an interview.  I wasn't famous.  I did not have celebrity status.  I say this because there is a climate of a myriad of individuals and groups in South Carolina who base their association with people if they hold prestige, status, position, or title.  I disdain pretentiousness of any kind in anyone.

But not Sheriff Williams.  Although he is a well-known figure within the various communities and counties in South Carolina, and beyond, he always maintained a sense of earthiness, directness, humility, and humbleness.  Upon my arrival at his office at the Orangeburg County Sheriff Dept., I was nervous.  In fact, I'm always nervous before any interview.  But this interview was different - much different than my previous interviews with noted leaders.  I remember asking him whether I should call him 'Chief Williams,' or 'Captain Williams.'  I felt like a fool.  I should have known the man's actual title.  After all, every other person whom I met had tiitles, and if you messed it up, their nose would get out of joint.

But not Sheriff Williams.  He politely said, "No, Sheriff Williams is fine."  Wow!  "We're a team of people who work together.  There are no me's and you's.  There are no I's," he said.  Also at the interview with the Sheriff and myself was one of his law enforcement officers, whom shall remain nameless because I did not seek his permission to use his name in this impromptu post.  And to be honest, I don't think he would appreciate me calling his home at 3 o'clock in the morning to get his permission.

Suffice to say, it was one of my best radio talk show interviews.  I posed questions that I don't often hear asked regarding crime, gangs, education, and so forth.  And in turn, Sheriff Williams answered each one with thoroughness, and frankness.  No hold-bar.  That's how I like my interviews to go.  Straight to the point.  Yet, I noticed that all of his answers had a sense of reverence.  I detected sincere concerns on his part for the communities in which he and his fellow law enforcement officers were responsible for under their watch.  I remember saying to myself 'Now that's a leader!'

When the interview was over, all three of us begun to talk "Off-the-record" about a lot of things that I did not expect to take place.  And as much as I would love to share with you what we talked about, I choose not to because . . . .well, let's just say that it was nice, and I will always cherish our talk.  I still have the sheriff mug with the original content of candy and an adorned pen that Sheriff Williams gave me before I left his office.

There was another time when I was involved with my daughter's band group in high school.  The band members, band director, and the band members' parents was about to have a function.  One of my duties were to contact the Orangeburg County Sheriff Dept., so that we can have security during the event.  I asked to speak to Sheriff Williams, but he was not readily available at that time.  I left a message with his lovely secretary detailing what it was that the band members and I needed for the event.  It was a few days before I heard back from him.  I thought to myself that perhaps he did not remember me.  And besides, there was so much stuff going on in Orangeburg County during that time, who really has the time to worry about any event at a school?  I mean, really?

But Sheriff Williams made the time.  And yes, he remembered me, especially about a very funny statement he made when I was interviewing him for the radio show, and I reminded him of what he said.  It was so funny, I had tears in my eyes because it was how he delivered it!  I told him that whenever he ever decides to write a book, that should be the title of it!  When he returned my phone call, he was apologetic about not returning my call in a timely manner.  In fact, everything on his end was taken care of, and when the event have come and gone, he called to find out how everything turned out.  I'd really appreciated that call.

That was the last time that I personally spoke and joked with Sheriff Williams.  Oh, I've seen him on television, and in the newspapers.  I remember clearly how there was so much going on in our County, and how I would tell my husband how much I worried about the numerous tasks he had to undergo being the sheriff in our county.

Well, a wonderful man has physically departed, but left us with lovely memories.  I'm so sadden at the news of his demise, I find it difficult to continue writing this post.  My deep heart felt condolence goes out to Sheriff Larry Williams' family, and to the entire Orangeburg County Sheriff Department.

And to all of you who may not have had the opportunity to meet Mr. Larry Williams, the Orangeburg County Sheriff, I will leave you with this . . . 'Sheriff Williams had a great sense of humor.  I pray that ALL law enforcement officers throughout the nation will learn that in order to receive respect, you must give it.  To be abusive and rude toward the people whom you swore to protect and to serve will not ever get you the results you seek in the long-run.  Sheriff Williams, in my humble opinion, manifested an overt and sincere concern for the people in Orangeburg County, South Carolina.  In order to become a good leader, you must learn how to follow.  In his case, he did both very well.  His height and physique matched the warmth in his heart firing a high degree of regard for the people . . . all of the people, in South Carolina!'

May God Bless his spirit as it drifts through the hearts and minds of so many who've loved him, respected him, admired him, and miss him.

Thanks for stopping by.   Peace & Blessings To All You.  Miriam.

"You can't paint a picture without the colors!" . . . Sheriff Larry Williams, Orangeburg County Sheriff Dept.

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Tolerance Versus Respect:

A Pretentious Act of 'Loving Thy Neighbor' vs 'Respecting Others Who Respect Us!'

Today marks the ninth anniversary of the horrific September 11th, 2001 carnage attacks on America’s soil.

Hence that day, the overwhelming responses by many Americans surrounding the religion of Islam continues to be a sore subject to discuss openly within the hearts and minds of many Americans and non-Americans, who either understand, do not understand, or wish not to understand, the Islamic principles that are entrenched in the souls and hearts of multi-millions of Muslims living in and outside of America, most of whom believe that the Holy Quran, much like The Bible, is being used to fulfill acts that are not “Of The Book,” but instead is “Against What The Book” ascribes to its Followers of Islam.

But I am not a scholar on this subject, and it will be foolish for me to delve into such a topic without extending factual and validated content relating to this issue.

However, what I can speak about relates to the core of numerous problems we continue to face on a regular basis when dealing with religion, race, diversity, and so forth.

I, for one, have a problem with the word “Tolerance,” whenever it is referenced toward accepting others who are ‘unlike’ us in race, culture, religion, ethnicity, etc.  Especially when it involves relating to people who are non-Caucasian, or who are of non-European descent.  The act of being ‘tolerant’ of someone is nothing new, particularly in the U.S.A.

Whether a situation is ’tolerable,’ or a person ’tolerates’ another person’s action, or a person has shown how ’tolerant’ he or she can be when confronted with a negative circumstance, or whether a person manifest ’tolerance’ toward another person who is unlike them in race, culture, etc., all have the components to utilize ’fairness,’ ’permissiveness,’ and/or endurance.’

But what is missing in relationship to the words ’tolerance,’ ’tolerable,’ tolerate,’ ’tolerant,’ etc., that are  often used when the subject of religion or race is involved is the word “Respect!”  I may not agree with someone who may hold an opposed view about something we discuss, but I can ’respect’ what he or she may have to say about the opposing view, especially, if such a view was orated with civility.

I tolerate the pain that I afflict upon myself when I stump my toe against a hard surface.  My tolerance of accepting my children’s choice of music is limited.  I am tolerant of the constant stupidity that continues to linger in the U.S. Congress with its members, whom for the most part, do not represent their constituents‘ best interests.  And it is evident that there are a myriad of people sprinkled throughout America who choose not to be tolerable toward anyone else who are unlike themselves, for reasons of their own, most of which are based on fear [mongering], ignorance, bias, stupidity, hate, illiteracy, and believe it, or not, truth.

There was a time when ‘tolerance’ toward Black folks was called out.  There was a time when ‘tolerance’ for Hispanics was called out.  There was a time when ‘tolerance’ regarding Civil Rights for people-of-color and women were called.  There was a time when a call for ‘tolerance’ regarding segregation was announced.

Every time when a call for ‘tolerance’ is reverberated throughout the land, somehow the call to ‘Respect’ each other, despite the hue of a person’s skin, or the religious affiliation of a person’s faith, or the place of origin from whence a person hails, just to give a few examples, fail to part through the lips of those who call for ’tolerance!’

Respect me when I respect you!  Respect me when I respect myself!

Don’t tolerate me because I am Black, or Hispanic, or poor, or if I’m a Muslim, Christian, Hebrew, Jehovah Witness, Buddhist, and so forth.

Respect me for who I am, and for what I do that does not harm you, your family, friends, neighbors, etc.

For anyone who display, or enact a sense of tolerance means that you believe that you are better than me simply based on your perception of what is correct, as opposed to what I believe is not correct!  The act of ’tolerance’ toward any group or individual based on his or her race, religion, ethnicity, etc., is no more than a condescending act of cowardly pretentiousness that will inevitably do one or two things:

1) Eat up the heart and soul of the person who pretend to be ’liberal’ in their actions, thus eventually show their true colors by no longer being tolerable, or

2) Accept and embrace the truth that to categorize anyone based on their race, religion, ethnicity, etc., does not provide a factual assessment of who we [or they] are, collectively, as a people.

Perhaps we should deem Aretha Franklin’s recording of “Respect” as the country’s national anthem!  No bombs bursting in the air.  No rockets glaring in the sky.  No flags, stars, or stripes representing all of the people in the U.S.A.  Just simply “R.E.S.P.E.C.T. - Find out what it means to me . . . Take care of T.C.B. (taking care of business)!”

And the action of ‘respect’ aptly applies to the 'surah' of The Holy Quran, or scriptures of The Bible, Torah, or any other reference to illustrate the various ’faith-base principles’ many of us ascribe to, or seek comfort, within the privacy of our homes to establish moral principles to use as a guide to achieve self-worth, self-esteem, and more importantly, act as godly as possible, by adhering to the words given, or provided by the Books we choose to follow.

Granted, the aforementioned books, or materials, have been also used by so many folks who have intentionally misinterpreted, misused, misinformed, and misguided millions of people to maim and murder people, thusly in the Name of God.  And sadly, such misuse and abuse of these Books still remain to be active in the quest to divide and conquer the fabric of civilization as we know it through overt and covert language by those who seek to gain their wealth by using “ignorance” and “fear” among the people who’ve already shown such malignant behavior regarding race, religion, ethnicity, culture, economic status, education, and so forth.

I guess the “Willie Lynch Letter” recipe that was written and used to cook up a “Divide & Conquer” meal for Black folks, and their descendants to ingest and digest for centuries to come have now matriculated outside the racial and class parameters in which it was not intended to be used.  Hhmm, ’What goes around comes around’ get resoundingly clearer day by day!

RESPECT ladies and gentlemen is one of the key components needed in our society - in our world, if we are to survive a blissful ignorant part of societal ills that continues to plague our existence.  We do have  choices.  We can continue to display ’tolerance’ toward anyone whom so happens to be unlike us, or we can display ’respect’ toward anyone whom so happens to be unlike us, or we can simply be ’true to ourselves’ by acknowledging the fact that perhaps there is something horribly wrong within us if we believe that ALL Black folks, Hispanic folks, Muslim folks, and so forth, are cut from the same cloth having no seams whatsoever to show differentiating qualities of decency, common sense, intelligence, empathy, godliness, spiritual awareness, peacefulness, humility, respect, love, and compassion.

Tolerance may have its place in an intolerable world, but respect also has a place in the same world that will prevail.  As a birthdate reader believing that we are “Walking mathematical and scientific Beings,” whom each of us have been bestowed upon inherent talents and gifts influenced by God’s Heavens (i.e., planets, Moon and Sun), it would behoove each of us to be mindful of our actions.  It would behoove us to take heed and observe whom and what is around us in our immediate and distant environment.

Be mindful of whom you choose to ’tolerate’ and/or to ’respect.’  What happens to some will ultimately happen to you, if you’re not cognizant of your actions taken against anyone who is unlike yourself.  Be mindful of what you negatively harbor in your heart and mind.  What is often kept inside will ultimately reveal itself outwardly due to the poison building up within you - leaving your body no choice but to release itself of the dangerous skull & bones bodily inhabitants, knowing not when or how it will be removed.

Remembrance of September 11th, 2001: The Ninth Anniversary of Lost Loved Ones

May God continue to heal the families and friends who’ve lost loved ones on September 11, 2001, and the loved ones who’ve lost their lives, thereafter, as a result of the September 11th, 2001 carnage attacks, who were stricken with inhalation of incinerated human remains, dust, debris, and other matter that affected their health, such as the many firefighter responders, ambulance workers, etc.

And on a personal note, I would like to convey my sympathy to the remaining family members of a young man whom I just learned about a few months ago that he was one of the First Responder firefighters to arrive at the World Trade Center on that fateful day, and had passed-on in recent past, due to health issues relating to the attacks.

His name was Mr. Leon Hayward from Bronx, New York.  He was a young boy when my family and I moved away from Soundview, my childhood neighborhood.  I still have the photograph of him and his brother sitting on my parent’s couch in our apartment.  When his brother, Bernard, told me the news a few months back about Leon‘s passing, my heart felt as if a ton of bricks were laying on it.  I knew and grew up with Leon’s mother, father, and his eldest sister.  I also knew and grew up with both Leon and Bernard, even though they were young boys at the time, and I remember their youngest sister, Michelle.

Although Leon’s death did not physically occur on Sept. 11th, 2001 along with the thousands of other people who did expired that day, it is obvious to me that it ’sealed’ his fate, nonetheless.

So, in remembrance of Leon, and the thousands of people who lost their lives on, and thereafter Sept. 11th, 2001, my heart and perennial prayers goes out to their families and friends who knew, liked, and loved them well.

There is so much I would like to say today, but I will refrain from sharing my thoughts, and continue to respect those who are hurting, healing, and praying for their loss.

As always, thanks for stopping by.  Peace and Blessings To You and Yours,

Miriam.

Hi Everyone.

Welcome to The Birthdate Reader Talk Show. My name is Miriam, and thank you for stopping by my pod cast site.

It has been an emotional roller coaster ride since the start of New Year 2010 for me.

At the risk of sounding whiny, I’ll spare you the entire up & down coaster ridden details that I’ve encountered, to include my computer clunking out on me recently (I’m typing, or should I say ‘pecking’ this Post on my son’s netbook [UGH - I love and miss my full-size keyboard!]); my son’s car accident; my daughter giving birth to her first child and my first grandbaby; missing out on attending my old neighborhood’s annual reunion, AGAIN, this past August; not enjoying the luxury of living in Jurassic Park style due to my lawn mower’s mechanical mental breakdown; attempting to keep up with the many irons I have in the fire involving my social network sites/blogs/birthdate readings, and maintaining this podcast on a regular basis, just to name a few.

In spite of some of these life annoyances or events, I Am TRULY Bless! My son is alive and well. My daughter birthed a beautiful healthy baby. My husband and my other daughter are doing well. I continue to re-connect with [my] old neighborhood friends & classmates. I get to see and help take care of my only grandson on a regular basis.  My husband and children love me.  And despite the fact that my land is starting to resemble a great likeness to the movie “Jurassic Park,” at least I can happily say that I do not have any dinosaurs, mammoth-size reptiles, or a crazy rich White man yearning to “clone” critters, such as possum, raccoons, flying grasshoppers, and rabbits that are found around here where I live!

Yes, you read it correctly . . . FLYING GRASSHOPPERS!  Winged spread creatures that fly around as if they were birds of a feather flocking together preparing to head South for the Winter. The problem is that they’re already in the South . . . South Carolina! Where I come from grasshoppers “hop,” which is perhaps why these annoying pests are called grasshoppers! They hop their ass in the grass. Simple logic. Nothing profound.

And to add insult to injury, a torrential rain storm that occurs every two or more decades came about in the mid to latter 90‘s, which is when I learned about the “Palmetto Bug.” As you may, or may not know, the State of South Carolina is known as the ‘Palmetto’ state, and its bug is a freaking water bug!!!

Now, I understand fully about God's creatures having purpose and all, but when you find out that one of His creatures, namely the water bug has WINGS, this is where I draw the line about bugs having purposeful meaning! Plain and simple!

THE "NO STANDING ON LINES" STORES!

Ordinarily, I don’t question the wondrous works of God as a whole. HE is the Master. HE is the Greatest of all planners. But I’m not feeling Him about this “winged-tip water bug that comes out at night having the nerve to spread its wings as if I was disturbing him frightening the shit out of me when I turn on the lights in the bathroom to take a piss in MY house!

I’m not a scientist, nor am I an expert on bugs.  But something went horribly wrong between the Southeastern region of the United and the Northeastern region because I’m from Bronx, New York - born, reared, and nurtured.  And I’m telling you that there were NO wings on grasshoppers, water bugs, roaches, rodents, or any other insect with the exception of known insects that suppose to have wings, such as house flies, mosquitoes, butterflies, moths, gnats - you know - your common garden variety of bugs that were normal, accepted, and embraced by us Human Beings as God’s creatures on Earth!

But the bugs in SOUTH CAROLINA?  Even the average native South Carolinian cringe at these abominable looking deviants!

I am often asked the question “So, what brought you to South Carolina?” And I reply without hesitation, “Stupidity!” But I digress.

Don’t get me wrong . . . S.C is alright, as long as you don’t have any pine trees nearby your house, which is where these flying water bugs like to hang out and about. I learned about this bit of info from an expert on bugs, who was on the radio explaining what people needed to do, or in my case, not to do, in order to keep these nasty looking creatures away from your home. One of the suggestions given was to NOT clean your house with Pinesol, for example, or anything of the same ilk because of the pine oil content, which attract these filthy nasty looking m-f’krs into your house.  Especially after a heavy down pour of rain!

But as far as I was concerned at that time, I felt that this information was a dollar short because I was already battling with these wise ass winged-harbored bugs who terrorized my family and I on a nightly basis.  As a matter of fact they got so bold that they would prowl around during the daylight hours, but their arrogance got the best of them - it seems that they are sluggish and slow during the day. They’re a lot like bats, or any other nocturnal pest. And yes, even vampires! Hell, the “True Blood” television series need to introduce these annihilating nocturnal bugs on the show, or perhaps film an episode in S.C. to present a clearer picture illustrating my past anguish with these bugs.

As far as ANY household product on the market that contains pine oil, no matter how slight an amount of pine oil there might be in the product, I will not buy it to this day! Now, I don’t begrudge my Sister who helps to promote the Pinesol product on the t.v. commercials, which is nationally seen in the U.S., and possibly, it may be seen abroad. She’s getting paid! She is a ‘household brand’ who is working, and I say KUDOES to her! She’s doing her thing, and I love it when I see people doing well in life. They’re Bless to have been bestowed unto them a talent- a gift, so that he or she can provide for self and their family.

But baby, the POWER of ANYTHING ’PINE’ is NOT welcomed in my house! You can forget that!

But AMMONIA?  Now we’re getting somewhere! Clear or lemon-scented - makes no difference to me. I get my spray bottle - fill it with ammonia and a small amount of water- put the spray nozzle on ‘stream’ - aim at my target - and DESTROY the enemy!  That’s right!  No more wise ass arrogant nasty filthy dirty flying m-f’kers creeping up on my Black ass at night spreading their wings and swelling up their chest cavity up-in-here like they’re paying bills!  Oh hell no!  I ain’t havin’ it!  THIS IS MY HOUSE, DAMMIT!  I’m from The Bronx!  I will not be punked by Palmetto bugs, nor by any other Palmetto insect! It’s my duty as a mother to protect my young from domestic clawed-winged terrorists!

Undoubtedly, it is evident that my past experience dealing with the flying water bugs have left a bad taste in my mouth, figuratively speaking of course.  And yes, the choice of language used in this podcast post to depict my woes relating to the unjust intrusion by the flying water bugs can be described as being shameful on my part.

Therefore, if you feel that my written outburst have offended you in any way, please allow me to take this time to say the following in the most humbling way I can:

Until you have personally experienced dealing with these disgusting ugly looking winged-span creatures that makes the creatures in the movie “Mimic” look like Walt Disney’s “Jiminy Cricket,“ AND until you have personally & directly aimed a can of bug spray of the highest order with concentrated chemicals toward their path only to be unscathed and have them retaliate by FLYING toward you to attack your person leaving you to flee for safety, AND until you have been taunted nightly with their inherent arrogance challenging you to approach them with ANYTHING that remotely looks like a weapon to harm and maim their souls, THEN, AND ONLY THEN, is when you can expound your views about my manner of language used detailing the horrors of the Palmetto Bugs!  And for the record: Despite the fancy name ’Palmetto Bugs,” they are still nothing more than miserable no-good spineless intolerable pieces of shit water bugs with wings! And the same sentiment applies toward the leaping grasshoppers also - just to be clear.

Happily, I can say that I have not dealt with flying water bugs, yet, for about a little more than a decade now, but it does seem like yesterday at times when I think about it, which is seldom. Although my delight is bliss, and the fact that I moved away from the town that plagued my existence with these unwanted guests, such an experience is one of the reasons why my husband and I decided to build a new house in the hopes of not ever having to undergo such an ordeal again.

However, this is South Carolina. The Palmetto State hosting Palmetto Bugs. The likelihood of reliving the episodic adventures with the water bugs is . . . well, inevitable to say the least.

Suffice to say, I’ve just learned via the local news on the t.v. that S.C. have coyotes! Now, life as I know it living in S.C. is bad enough knowing that there are alligators, bears, deer, possums, raccoons, foxes, bobcats, and now, coyotes.

Unlike one of my sisters who had an alligator roll up onto her land, I’ve yet to have one come nearby me, or on my property. My sister is also from the Bronx. She, too, live in S.C. not far from me, and she is still living in her home, despite the alligator sighting. I’ve got nothing but respect for her, and her husband, to ’stand ye still.’

On the other hand, the day I see a gator, bear, coyote, or anything remotely resembles an animal that I know belongs in the zoo roll-up onto my land, I’m out of here! There is nothing to discuss! The Palmetto state, its bugs, and its people can kiss my entire Black ass for sure! I am NOT Sarah Palin! I will shoot first, and move right after I run out of bullets! You can believe that! I am known to have the ability to move out of a three-story house with my furniture and all in a window time of 1-hour! And I’ve got a lot of furniture - heavy pieces. Just let me find out that there is a black bear, brown bear, polar bear, coyote, gator, lion, or buffalo roaming around here . . . I will beat my own record, and move out of this mug in 30 minutes flat - give or take a few seconds! Bottom line: You’ve got to know when to hold them and know when to fold them!

The reality about this scenario I put forth explaining my abrupt leave-of-absence from this state, if such an occurrence comes to fruition, is that the aforementioned four-legged animals can be, and IS considered to be ‘harmless’ compared to the two-legged animal we call ’Man!’

The truth of the matter is that the four-legged animals do not have the ability to rob you at gun point. The four-legged animal do not have the ability to molest and rape our children. They are not posted on a predatory list along with other sexual deviants. Despite my sarcasm, it is the two-legged animal known as Man whom we need to watch every step of the way.

The U.S.A. may not be the United Kingdom in Europe, but it can be deemed as behaving like ’wild kingdom of the West’ with various types of predatory men & women behaving greedy, manipulative, selfish, deceitful, arrogant, heartless, devious, and last but not least, ungodly.

Well, it is time to head on out. I’ll leave this bit of revelation for another time.

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Miriam.

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Welcome to another segment on The Birthdate Reader Talk Show.  My name is Miram, and thank you for tuning into my audio podcast show.

Do you want to know what the late Michael Jackson, Oprah Winfrey, and Minister Louis Farrakhan have in common?  They are #11, or should I say 'Master #11' people, who continue to attract people from all walks of life through their inspirational way of communicating with others.

Each of these unique talented people share a common purpose - and that is to rise above the muck and mire that exist in this world, and catapult all people to do the same with what they inherently have within them to do so.

Don't hate Number #11 people who carry an ordain purpose.  Instead, revere them, or at least take the time to understand who they are, what they represent, and why they do what they do, with or without your approval because they answer to a much Higher Authority, and I assure you, it is not Man!

Tidbit Birthday Note: Mr. Jackson (August 29th); Ms. Winfrey (January 29th), Minister Farrakhan (May 11th), and former U.S.A. President, John F. Kennedy (May 29th).

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Welcome to The Birthdate Reader Talk Show podcast site.  My name is Miriam, and thank you for tuning into my show.

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I would like to invite you to hear a 'brief' date-of-birth reading about yourself, or someone else, right here on my audio podcast talk show.

I've been helping people from all walks of life to understand that the numbers in their 'date of birth' have spiritual significance in life.  Now, I've been doing this for a long time, so I will be gentle with you.  FOR THE RECORD: I AM NOT A PYSCHIC!

You can contact via email message on this site to provide your (or someone else's) first name, complete birthdate, and the birth order in your (or their) family household.  THAT'S IT!

Got a question about someone whom you just met at a club, or any other type of social event, and you just want to get a hint as to what you're dealing with then come on with it!

How about a co-worker that's working your last nerve, or an in-law who will not let up with his or her nonsense?  Hey, it happens!

Perhaps you have a precious little bundle of joy at home, and you're wondering about their natural born personality.

Whatever the reason, please contact me, and let's have some fun together getting to know each other better!  And for you men out there who think that you've got it under control?  Come on now, I know you have some questions . . . don't worry, I won't candy coat anything because I'm a woman.  Let me hear what you have to say!

Relationships is what you make out of it - so make it count!

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My aim is to please my listeners, and help them to extract the positive qualities that are inherently within themselves, so that he and she can achieve betterment in quality of life.

YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE!  And you have what it takes to make an invaluable  contribution in this society, despite what others may think of you!

Thank you for stopping by.  Take care of yourself.  And as always . . . HOLLA!

Peace and Blessings To All of You,

Miriam

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Hi,

Welcome to The Birthdate Reader Talk Show.  My name is Miriam, and in this audio podcast I will be discussing as to how the use of "Labels,' or "Negative Labeling" have helped to separate so many people from all walks of life from coming together in unity.

Such negative labeling helped to destroy families, communities, leadership, and much more, and its use of negative labeling continues to promote jealousy, envy, manipulation, self-hatred, greediness, selfishness, and more among ourselves.

And too often, such negative labeling is used today in Year 2010 of the 21st Century within and among various places of worship congregant members, fraternities, sororities, non-profit organizations, public and private schools, political leaders, etc., causing friction, disharmony, and creating elitist-like attitudes, which ultimately forms cliques that exclude people based on their religion, class, education, race, ethnicity, origin of birth, and so forth.

To date, the good old Willie Lynch's cookbook of  "Divide & Conquer' methodological recipes, which was prepared solely to be served among the Black slaves, is now being served to millions of people everywhere in this country.  It's amazing how a recipe of ill-will has found its way to the mouths of those whom at one time would not eat what has been given to someone else.

In short, if we are to continue being ignorant, arrogant, and not cognizant of what is going on around us, and stop pretending to be so damn holier than thou, then many of us need to change our way of doing things in life.  You are no better than, nor less than the next person, and vice versa.  Accept it, embrace it, and get on with it!

LABELS - NEGATIVE LABELS DESTROYS THE FABRIC OF FAMILY, COMMUNITY, COUNTRY, and the WORLD!

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