Was Logan Just A Microcosm?

Posted in Movies & Television with tags , , , , , on March 16, 2017 by geniusscribbleink

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“Wolverine is a world-weary old warrior. His rage issue notwithstanding, I see him as someone with the tortured soul of a poet, but one who has seen too many friends and lovers die. Even with that, he has grown into a leader and a true hero”-Jonathan Maberry

 

“Back in my days” or “When I was growing up” are repetitive loop reels that we often hear cascading down from the mountainous range fondly known as elderly wisdom. I try to blend in with the modern-day climate that is our social realm, but I too must admit that I even grow weary at times trying to find the proper balance that can afford me to have both my knowledge base, as well as, the ability to absorb the nuances of today’s generation. My old school heart ticks with a greater sense of consciousness, as it recalls that unbridled and stubborn youth who thought that the world was in his hands for the taking, only to realize that it often sifts between your fingers like fine granules of sand. Yes time waits for no one, but this ingenious philosophy comes at the expense of vital knowledge learned by those who have wasted time precariously throughout life. So what happens in turn is that we feel a certain obligation to relay this so-called wisdom upon those who are inexperienced before they have to endure certain hardships, tribulations and trials. Depending on the delivery of these said messages, we have been considered preachy, grouchy, inflexible, and of course the universal terms being utilized more and more today is that we are “hating”. The idea of criticism or critiquing has been branded as a form of malice and character assassination. Of course the “old heads” as we are often distinguished as, find this to be an “oversensitive” or “soft” take on what we deem as basic criticism that we had to endure throughout most of our lives. We were taught at an earlier age that we just can’t get our way and that the term “no” would be as constant as the air we would breathe. This makes for a perfect storm; a generation hell bent on not being denied as opposed to a generation that was often denied. A polarity brilliantly captured in the movie Logan; and here is how.

 

This will not contain any spoilers but more of a plot scenario to link to my blog subject. In the movie we find an old warrior (Wolverine) hardened by life. He has seen a lot (death, loss of comfort, no friends to trust) working on a job he hates and making the best out of what life has handed to him. The moral of the story is he had tough breaks and his current priorities (taking care of ailing elder) won’t allow him to be reckless as he was in the past. Add to the fact that the scars of ages are now prevalent in his physical appearance. So when a younger person enters into the picture all spry with energy and tapered in reckless abandonment; it becomes utterly annoying and impossible for Wolverine to relate. In fact it reminds him of the younger him. The younger him that he now wishes could have done things perhaps differently. The younger him who he wished had listened and appreciated what he had before the casting shadow of finality began to hover over his life. Ultimately when the intolerant youth is matched with a savvy veteran, eventually by nature it will turn into a teacher-student dynamic by default. But the most important tool in this dynamic is to find commonality. Often times when speaking from experience it is difficult to relay that information to an inexperienced mind. We saw Logan struggle with giving a damn as well as we saw the resistance of a youth seeking guidance but not understanding how to ask for it. As we tunnel into the future we find a seasoned generation often in adverse conversations with what has defined as millennials. I don’t know if this presents a newfangled scenario, as we have always had a Will Smith theory of parents not understanding or our music versus your music banter.  But what is a solution for finding commonality? As an elder is it our responsibility to relate to their generation or is it their job to respect the process of longevity and attrition?  In Logan we saw commonality emerge in the form of one person caring and the other person realizing the importance of having someone take an interest in their well-being. In my experience I have come to realize that there is a learning process on both ends as it pertains to the teacher and the student. You have to learn to become adaptable; yet steady. Truthful and forthcoming; yet measured. But ultimately you have to become a great listener to know when your music should be played and when it is time to give a listen to their music without judgment. This is the balance we all should try to seek in not only communicating from elder to youth, but perhaps even peer to peer. Logan after a long shouting tantrum with a youth discovered that screaming in a car at one another was getting them nowhere; it wasn’t until giving in that he learned that sometimes the young know where their headed even when we doubt the chances of them being correct. I learned this with my nephew and it’s a lesson I value more and more as he grows older. We can all stand to learn from one another. Logan indeed taught us that. Maybe, just maybe we can all become greater leaders and turn into heroes for someone instead of just being old weary warriors with poetically tortured souls. Charles Xavier stated: “This is what life looks like: people love each other. You should take a moment”. Wise words from Professor X. #logan

Loose Ball or Loose Cannon: Who Is Lavar Ball?

Posted in Sports with tags , , , , , , on March 2, 2017 by geniusscribbleink

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“Basketball is my favorite sport, I like the way they dribble up and down the court”-Kurtis Blow

 

It was the year 1984 and yes the bias child that still lingers within me unequivocally believes that life just couldn’t get much better than the 80s. I remember watching some local cats embattled in a break dancing contest in front of a local store front and at the time the very song I borrowed an excerpt from at the beginning of this blog Basketball was providing the nostalgic soundtrack for what is arguably one of the greatest forms of self-expression to date which is the B-Boy or Break-Boy. Of course this is not a blog on the evolution of Hip Hop culture as we can save that for a future blog. My true intent and focus is actually about the song Basketball. I recall hearing that song for the first time during that break dancing memoir I previously detailed. It was then in which I realized just how relatable that song was to me on a personal level.  I love basketball, just like Kurtis Blow articulated in that song. In fact I have healthy/not-so healthy obsession with the sport that often hovers on the cusp of insanity. But is that not what passion is all about?  Passion is defined as: “strong and barely controllable emotion”. Well if you ever catch me watching my New York Knickerbockers play, all that is described in that definition is always on full display, as my television is usually a sounding board for both those positive exclamation during heroic moments, as well as the profanity laced discourse of villainous failure. Indeed it is the quintessential polar opposite dynamic that embraces the concept that in order to understand great love you must first experience even greater heartbreak. But that is what unbridled emotions are about. They are lively and in the moment. They are raw and organic. And at times they can even be misconstrued. This is why I entitled this blog focusing on the father of UCLA’s basketball star Lonzo Ball; asking whether or not he is merely a loose ball or a loose cannon? We all know he loves his son, but is his passion too strong and uncontrollable due to his emotions. Let us delve into his history and let you decide.

 

First let me state that I am a very confident person. I don’t wear it with an arrogance or exude the type of bravado that sucks the air out of all living species. In fact I despise narcissism and self-absorbed people. To me confidence is just believing high in yourself and your ability to accomplish anything you set your mind towards doing. If we are going to give confidence its fair description, its definition states the following: “the feeling or belief that one can rely on someone or something; firm trust”.  When examining Lavar Ball and his impassioned assurance in his son Lonzo Ball’s basketball prowess, one could conceive that he believes and trust in his son’s ability to become a great basketball player at the professional level. I don’t believe it is a farfetched notion as Lonzo Ball’s projected ceiling has zenith and apex written all over it. Projected to be one of the top draft picks in this up and coming NBA 2017 draft class, many have Lonzo Ball being either the number one or number two pick. So one can concur that not only does Lavar Ball have confidence in his son, but apparently those at the professional level endorse his conjecture as well. But this is normal and not outlandish. We have seen young prospects be ballyhooed year after year, projected to be the next Michael Jordan. So no harm no foul in that regards. In the case of Lavar Ball what has been an unprecedented act is the fact that he has predicted greatness for his son (who has never played at the NBA level) by climbing over the back of two NBA champions (Jason Kidd and Stephen Curry, the latter a two-time league MVP) in order to transmogrify his son into a basketball savant.  If it stopped there then maybe this blog is not written, but he then goes on the lament the fact that his son would only play for a particular franchise of his preference (he has since backtracked the statement) even though the drafting process is in laymen’s term is “first come, first serve” as whatever organization that is in position to draft said player has every right to pick whoever they so choose. He also went on to proclaim that albeit sneaker companies have been after his son (once again his son has never played a professional game in his life) he is only willing to discuss distribution deals for his son’s sneaker brand in the likeness of Jordan brand called Triple B’s. So to give this perspective, a young man who has never played professional basketball father is demanding that his son have a shoe deal, his choice of the team he wants to play for, all while insulting two NBA legends as well. Wow. We often talk about handing out trophies to all participants, but what does it mean when a kid’s father hijacks the trophy truck way before the trophy presentation. I can understand having confidence in your child and feeling passionate about his life and wanting the best for your child. I get it. But what kind of precedence or standard of respect is this teaching your child? To each his own with regards to how they choose to raise their offspring, but sometimes some things are so egregious that you have to question a person’s parental guidance. Lavar Ball is not lacing up those shoes, in fact the university is paying for them more than likely. Lavar Ball will not have to pay his son’s salary at the NBA level, because the org he plays for will handle that. Lavar Ball will not have to face competition night in and night out against the world’s best basketball players who will look to annihilate young kids who come in with an air of arrogance surrounding them. So all in all why is Lavar Ball acting like he is the one playing for UCLA and not his son? This should be a time for his son to showcase his greatness, yet we are talking about the arrogant proclamation of a father  who is stealing the spotlight from his son. No one is questioning Lavar Ball having high standards for his child or anyone having high expectation for children. Really good parents want their kids to exceed abundantly. I have always believed that true power is alway silent. Greats like Tim Duncan barely made a squeak during his entire tenure as a professional and yet his NBA resume puts him atop a list of the all-time greatest ever to play the game. So is Lavar Ball “that” parent?  We all know them, the ones who scream at their kid’s coaches and trip cheerleaders who make the squad over their kid. The ones who create a generation of entitled anal cavity muscles who believe they deserve everything just because they showed up. Lonzo Ball has apparently worked his butt off to get where he is and I think it is safe to say his father played a humongous part in doing so. But one of the worse things any person can do is pull a Leon Lett and celebrate prematurely before reaching the finish line. You respect the goal and you respect the process, I don’t know of any great person no matter how confident he or she is that does not adhere to this philosophy. In sports you may see players scramble for a loose ball now and then and are able to corral it, but when a loose cannon misfires the results are always quite damaging. My hope is for a great career for young Lonzo Ball who is talented beyond measure, but I also hope that Lavar Ball recognizes that he has done a great job that does not require these demands as validation of that terrific job. And perhaps in the end Lonzo Ball will be remembered in a song by his generation’s Kurtis Blow’s much like Julius Irving was. #when Dr. J shook the whole damn team with moves that came right out of a dream #they’re playing basketball  #ballislife

Our Future Is In The (Race) Cards

Posted in News, Trending with tags , , , , , on February 28, 2017 by geniusscribbleink

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“I’m not like a poker player. I’m not into bluff. My way is to look someone in the eye and tell them the way I’m intending to go. My cards are always on the table.”- Tori Amos
 

Into an Irish bar walks four strangers; two black men, an Italian man and a German man. Strangely enough there is no punchline, they actually walked into an Irish bar and sat together. How do I know this you ask?  Well it’s simple, I was one of the four that actually walked into the Irish bar. And if we are going to be clairvoyant, I actually broke the stereotypical chronology as it relates to black people and our punctuality because I actually arrived first, followed by our second group member who happened to also be black, leaving both of us to await our Irish and Italian friends who in fact were very late. Of course this denounces any and all stigmas moving forward within our immediate circle, especially being that we all dined on classic America cuisines of burgers, french-fries, pizza and beer. So to recap, no one did an ode to Michael Diamond and yelled “stick em up” nor did any of us let two (guns shots) fly. In fact no one even grabbed the piano player and punched him senselessly in the face like he stole something. The only real criminal moment was a classic “Welcome to NYC!” given to our brethren from Philadelphia who quickly found out that it is probably cheaper to try to purchase the remains of Johnny Cochran than it is to purchase a glass of Johnny Walker Blue in the middle of Manhattan ($51.00 ouch). So I know the question of the hour is what does any of this have to do with poker and more importantly why did the Beastie Boys have a little horsey in the first damn place? Yes all of these are valid and poignant questions indeed, so maybe I should elaborate a tad bit further. The four men (including me) that I mentioned previously were actually strangers for the most part meeting each other for the first time after befriending one another on a basketball blog (Alan Hahn’s Knicks Fix) over mutual, shared (insane as well) passion for the New York Knicks. Well one could conclude that we are adjoined by a lack of sensibility as it pertains to the Knicks, but hey get your own blog this is a no judgment zone no matter how pathetic and troubled our fandom is as this Knicks life is not for the faint at heart. But in any or event, what started off as casual basketball rhetoric among a group of men, turned into a wonderful brotherhood that has since expanded well beyond our interest in just the Knickerbockers. We debate all types of topics from the likes of politics, music and sports. We also empathize with the struggles that we all face as human beings as well. But if there is one thing that is never debated it is our laughter and our genuine enjoyment of one another’s company.  Now this is not meant to be a mushy Hallmark moment so Tito does not have to run and get me some damn tissues. This is more of an emphatic statement that character far outweighs color. As I set my focus in on the future at hand, I revisit my blog posts of the past and to be honest I was beginning to tire in having to focus in on race as a subject matter way too often. In fact I started writing less about that subject, as well as current events, as our divisiveness had become so prevalent and nauseating to the point that I declared in my husky mimicking of a phraseology coined by Christopher Wallace that “you don’t hear me though”.  I stress often how powerful education is and how moving towards a healing process requires dialogue and truth. But unfortunately what we are getting is more dysfunctional, hyperbolic rhetoric that tends to feed the nature of disruption and discourse. You are either part of a solution or you are part of the problem they say, well I will go a step further in stating that you are the problem if you are not attempting to find a solution. I was troubled in watching how things unfolded in the Charles Oakley incident in Madison Square Garden. I will never claim to ever understand what transpired between both he and James Dolan and frankly it is none of my business. But in a world of video and live television, the aftermath to place right inside our living rooms whether we wanted it to or not. But for me the real aftermath or nuclear mushroom cloud that truly occurred was what took place after the incident was all over. To place this egregious incident under the guile of racism is one of the most irresponsible things I have ever seen, as it is the crying of wolves which in turn dilutes the true treachery that was endured by African-American ancestry in this country some 400 years plus. Charles Oakley was not Nat Turner, in fact he wasn’t even Nat King Cole. He is a man who had past indiscretions and this is one that was now added to his lengthy dossier. Same applies to James Dolan, who is not David Duke in disguise, he’s just an unattached billionaire who never had to learn any social skills because he could buy his social skills as well as his friends. Perfect storm of ignorance? Yes. Slave owner whooping Toby? Bull shit. This is what is wrong with America today and why we have a person in office who campaigned on utilizing the race card to his advantage and we are now seeing other groups pulling out that same card like it’s a Black Amex (not sure if that’s politically correct anymore) to push their agendas as well. Is race a relevant subject? Yes. But is everything always racially motivated? No. Hence why my blog started out about four men, all from different backgrounds, different religions, different regions and different age groups and we somehow managed to befriend each other and see character over color. And my question is why we were able to get along so well as strangers and never have race become an issue?  And why is it that people in this country allow others to deliver race as vehicle and then decide to become a passenger in that same car knowing damn well that it is heading towards an inevitable crash that will end with fatalities?  This is the irresponsible way we as Americans are now portraying our lives. Nowadays everyone is a victim of oppression and destitute when in fact a majority of our problems are ones that are self-inflicted. We all have a choice to either do something or do nothing, but we cannot ever choose to be victims of circumstances that we can indeed have full control over. It’s time to put your cards face down on the table and stop bluffing with the race card or what I describe as the actual trump card that is often utilized as a last second hoorah to salvage a losing hand. In this case, there are no winners at the round-table when racism becomes a bluff and you decide slide all of your chips to the middle of the table on a terrible gamble. This is one bet we all cannot afford to lose. #one lonely beastie I be #knicks o.g.

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Eye-Con vs Icon: The Year 2016

Posted in Dining on December 27, 2016 by geniusscribbleink

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“Good friends we have had, oh good friends we’ve lost along the way”-Bob Marley

 

For the past several months I have turned into my alter ego superhero called Zero Dark Writer. I don’t know what special power attributes he has nor whether or not he drives a fancy car that has secret compartments and a machine gun turret, however I do know that he has a high awareness as to when it is time for him to remove himself from the grid in one single bound in order to allow the storms to settle while he gathers his thoughts and his hopeful voice of sound reasoning. During his hiatus he has learned that so much has changed yet so much has not changed, however what still holds true is the words of his good friend Bob Marley who stated: “Good friends we have had, oh good friends we’ve lost along the way”.  What was once thought to be buried in a shroud as a forgone conclusion that is racism/bigotry has proven to be a mere hoax for subscribers of Politically Correct Television. I stated some several blogs of the past that I only know of one America and it is the America that we see today. In fact I went as far as to say that America was immature and not fully developed as a nation, as we are still just some 50 years removed from racial injustice and inequality.  Were we hoodwinked and bamboozled, not quite, but what we were doing is living in a state of denial. I stated that America was in 8 years of sensitivity training during the Obama administration, but now we find ourselves right back from which we came. Yes we are in the time of the Eye-Con, where as we take the truth that is shown to us on media outlets and make it our source of intellect. We appear to be more comfortable being dictated to, as opposed to being that of a learned person these days.  I have concluded that the freethinker is becoming obsolete as we see more and more acts of degradation being committed against one another in honor of so-called candidates that would never bring themselves off of their pedestals long enough to simply dine with you.  What happens when the last freedom, which is in your mind, is no longer free? One of the most brilliant minds in the history of the world, Albert Einstein, stated: “Blind belief in authority is the greatest enemy of truth.” I had one friend of mine state that I was wasting my time when referring people to view an introspective documentary on the former heads of the CIA. Let that settle in for a second. He said I was wasting my time basically because people don’t want to hear/read about the truth no longer. Now mind you the people who were actually in the documentary speaking were the actual former Heads of the CIA. So it was not a fictitious account, it was their actual words and their actual perspective. But I had to thank my friend for slapping me back into reality. The reality that we are in a time of the Eye-Con, where people are not interested in the truth, they are just interested in being “right” instead of righteous no matter what information is available out there. This is why friends have been lost along the way and there is little to no hope that these fences will ever mend back together especially once a person is identified for beliefs that contradict the reflection you see in your mirror every morning. All of this for empty promises from an Eye-Con and less belief in the promise that is God’s mantra of not giving us a spirit of fear, but a spirit of love power and a sound mind. Too bad some of us allowed fear to kill off love as we seek power in order to make our minds feel sound. #lost along the way

 

I just wanted to take a moment to speak upon the secondary part of my title, the actual Icons, namely the musical ones. With the loss of Prince, George Michael, David Bowie and Phife Dawg, I have assessed that God indeed loves great music. Anyone who grew up loving music and is circa my age recognizes the cultural impact these men had upon our youth, providing us with an unforgettable sound that will forever ring throughout our eardrums. I am a bit bias with regards to my era of growing up simply because our music revolutionized not only music, but television as well with the MTV era. So here’s my ode to a mash-up of the true Icons #“I never meant to cause you any sorrow…. All I wanted (was) something special, something sacred in your eyes (so) If you say run, I’ll run with you, If you say hide, we’ll hide because my love for you (will) never let a statue tell me how nice I am”#2017

Amerikkka’s Nightmare: The Bi-Racial Child

Posted in Trending with tags , , , , on September 23, 2016 by geniusscribbleink

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“Men do not love those who remind them of their sins unless they have a mind to repent—and the mulatto child’s face is a standing accusation against him who is master and father to the child.”-Frederick Douglas (My Bondage and My Freedom)

Frederick Douglass stated:  “It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men”, thus providing us with the notion that there is still hope in this world and it starts with that of our youth. I for one believe that what we are witnessing in this modern-day calamity is a product of a crossroad or pinnacle that we have reached in this country that is ushering in that of a new generation as opposed to that of an old guard that has for centuries on end found itself atop a food chain or class system that has provided a certain level of comfort and assured legacy. Let me preference that the white versus black narrative is an old standby answer that is preached to that of the feeble-minded. Civil Rights was achieved through what I deem as the hands of many, all made up of different hues and different backgrounds. This alone is why my blog title can exist and it further highlights the premise that African-Americans and Caucasian-Americans can exist as well as cohabitate, as we are seeing what I deem as Amerikkka’s (not to be confused with America) Nightmare finally coming to fruition.

You may ask yourself whether or not I am concluding that there are two Americas? The answer to that is yes. Post-Civil Rights, we find a new America that is working to become inclusive and tolerant in its young sixty-two years of existence as opposed to that of its predecessor, the Pre-Civil Rights Amerikkka which lasted some four hundred plus years that was baptized in slavery, white supremacy and intolerance. What we seldom highlight is how young Civil Rights is. To believe that this “America” version is going to be suddenly balanced and the void of social injustices is the thought process to that of the naïve thinker. The parents of my generation are in their 60’s, which means we have leftovers from the Pre-Civil Rights Amerikkka that is a product of slavery, white supremacy and intolerance, who are still effecting the social climate of this Post-Civil Rights America. This impedes and retards true social change, as we have an old guard’s mind set in a newfangled world that is accepting of ideologies that were once thought of as being blasphemous. Among those unaccepted ideologies was the idea of bi-racial children existing in the forefront of America culture. We saw for two centuries the refuted denial of Thomas Jefferson fathering children with Sally Hemings who was a slave woman at his Monticello dwellings, only to find out circa 1998 by way of DNA testing done by Dr. Eugene Foster that Thomas Jefferson did in fact father six of her children. Of course this claim was pushed to be refuted again by the Thomas Jefferson Heritage Society, further showing the lengths by which people are willing to go in order to preserve the idea that these said acts could not have happened, especially when a founding father is involved that happens to be of Caucasian decent.  So to state that it was shameful to have a bi-racial child or children Pre-Civil Rights Amerikkka is probably not laying enough emphasis on the magnitude of this so-called social discretion during this era. I liken this to a common phrase that states that this is in fact Pre-Civil Rights Amerikkka’s “dirty little secret”. But much like every secret, what is done in the dark is assured to be exposed into the light at some point in time. What was once an Amerikkka that refuted the notion that African-Americans and Caucasian-American’s could coexist, now finds a Post-Civil Rights America that finds themselves existing for the most part in unison, but most importantly they are cohabitating in unison. I will take it a step further in stating that not only has this Post-Civil Rights America seen cohabitation between that of the African-American and Caucasian American, we have come to find that at least three products of that cohabitation are effecting the social climate in a way yet to be seen. Barack Obama, Jesse Williams and Colin Kaepernick, all products of interracial relationships and all are impacting America in a way that has become a nightmare for those leftovers from the preexisting Amerikkka that wish to hold on to their archaic ideas and belief systems. What was once the “dirty little secret” is now America’s greatest gift in providing a soundtrack to Rodney King’s declaration of “Can we all get along?” What I find amazing is the fact that when we do get along the children that are born as a result of these relationships turn out to be some of the most intelligent and most beautiful people on the planet. From Bob Marley and Alicia Keys to Lenny Kravitz and Grant Hill, all have uniquely impacted the world in a way like no other. This is the secret that the old Amerikkka does not want you to see. They do not want to see the races intermingle because it will spell out their annihilation and imminent doom.  This is their worst nightmare coming true. The bi-racial child. Amerikkka’s true nemesis. #shout out to my nephew who is beautiful and bi-racial

No I(dolatry) in Kaepernick

Posted in News, Sports, Trending with tags on August 30, 2016 by geniusscribbleink

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“Wherefore, my dearly beloved, flee from idolatry.”-1 Corinthians 10:14

 

Actress Q’orianka Kilcher stated:  “I love the power of celebrity because you can give voice to the voiceless.”  I guess the real question at hand is, who exactly are these voiceless people? I mean I have a strong voice that can carom off a wall like a set of Bose speakers, so I guess that would make me not a voiceless person or does that make me merely a person who is just extremely loud at times? So does that eliminate me from being included in the so-called voiceless people of the world?  I mean we all have the ability to say what we want, to be what we want and to act as we want as it is our God-given right and by all accounts our said freedom and our way of life according to the mantra of the country we reside in. Freedom, justice and equality, you cannot beat the power that resonates in a statement so bold, so forward and so fair. Certainly this proclamation in itself is not voiceless as it speaks of a way of life we are afforded by claiming residency in these here United States of America. So my question remains vehement in soliciting answers as to who could be voiceless living under the pretenses of a country who eats apple pie while standing on the trifecta pillars of freedom, justice and equality. It almost would appear blasphemous that such an absurdity of being “voiceless” could exist in today’s society. We live in an era of the communicator, where at the mere click of a single button you can get a message across the world having to never leave the comfort of your favorite arm-chair. We are living in a technologically savvy world that allows one to view the entire planet in a microscopic fashion, so much that even if you live in an encapsulated environment/own little bubble, you can be just as informed and as aware of any atrocities or grandeur that is occurring in any place at any given moment. In saying this, one would think that there is no realistic reason to be the void of apathy. If you can see it or read it then you are indeed informed. In surmising the notion that we are in fact “informed” and we in a nutshell have an “eye in the sky” watching over the vast world we dwell upon, then I am still asking: “Why are there still voiceless people in this world”?  Maybe (just maybe) I am approaching this the wrong way.  Maybe my angle is too forward and less provocative, so I am going to approach this in and entirely different manner. If no one is voiceless and these same individuals live in a free, just and equal society, then the real question is “Why is there no one listening to them?” If we are indeed a society of values and standards and we are said to believe in being patriotic in our prideful display as Americans, then why are there voiceless people here. Our pledge states:  “One nation, under God, indivisible with liberty and justice for all”. Then I ask my fellow Americans, when a section of Americans are not receiving these same liberties and justice stated in our national pledge, then what is this saying about who we are at our very core if this is not indeed righted? Racism tends to be the cheapest way to expense off the debt of the non-humanitarian. Lines are often drawn in the sand whenever a person of color is outspoken regarding the integrity of America, often having their entire history from their financials to their family lineage exploited in the media for dissection and ridicule. Yet when those same exact proclamations are pronounced by those who lack the melanin hue in their skin, often results in them being praised as being “patriotic” or “saying it like it is”. The newsflash is not a really a newsflash in these particular cases. Americans are just more enamored with race idolatry as opposed to being enamored with acting like a humanitarian who is trying to align themselves with the words of God. Samuel Johnson once stated that “Patriotism is the last refuge of the scoundrel.” The Enlightenment Thinkers often viewed patriotism as being similar to faith but in strong opposition of one another. Here we have a young man of mixed racial lineage with his biological father being African-American and his biological mother being Caucasian, who was in turn adopted by a Caucasian family with a German surname of Kaepernick. He is the quintessential melting pot that is America and is living the true “American Dream” as not only being raised by an ethnic village, but he also has obtained incredible wealth in the process. His crux you ask? He had an opinion and decided to voice that to America under the guile of being free in his seeking of justice and equality for those he believe are not getting what this country asks that we pledge our commitment to as citizens every day. Why is this considered criminal?  Why is Colin Kaepernick suddenly less patriotic and considered cantankerous because he is making the choice as a free person and as an American to speak out against what he is considered an injustice? Most importantly is how dare someone try to own the definition of patriotism while reprobating Colin Kaepernick in the process. These acts are indeed synonymous with that of the scoundrel. Idolatry is defined as the: “immoderate attachment or devotion to something”. Immoderate is described as being excessive or extreme. Colin Kapernick is obsessed with helping people, while his opposition is obsessed with campaigning against him for his supposed lack of respect for an anthem and a flag. Colin Kaepernick has spoken openly that his stance was also about military personnel that are not being taken care of by its own government as well. Whether one agrees or disagrees with his stance, it is their inalienable right to do so, but no one owns the term patriot and no one owns America. There’s no idolatry in Kapernick, but how much idolatry is in you?  #humanitarian

GSI Business Exclusive with Foremanline

Posted in Trending with tags , , , on August 15, 2016 by geniusscribbleink

Foremanline T-Shirt

“One Love Boomer” is the epitaph written in permanent ink on the back of famous hip hop legend DMX (aka Earl Simmons). This phrase hovers above a tattooed portrait made in honor of his self-proclaimed “best friend” pit bull (Boomer) who was tragically killed in a car accident. DMX’s infamous barking when delivering his gravely vocals over his legendary music tracks all but lets us know that his passion for dogs is no farce, as it represents the love he has for dogs that stems back to his childhood when he would rescue strays around his neighborhood in Yonkers New York.  Passion is said to be “any powerful or compelling emotion”. Rarely do you find individuals who are committed to anything, let alone exhibit an ounce of passion towards an aspiration or craft. Often while spending time on social media trolling/strolling down my feed, I always tend to look for those types of individuals who have commitment in their DNA. The type of commitment that is much more than just financial reward and accolades.  These are the individuals who do it for the pure love and the exuberance of not just the results, but also for the process that it takes to get the end result. That old cliché states that you work like a slave to become a master. Well in the case of Travis Foreman, this statement bolds extremely true, as his passion and commitment in the realm of dog breeding has brought him into the forefront of the industry. His business “Foremanline” not only has the endorsement of his last name (Foreman), but it also speaks of the “line” or “lineage” that he is creating inside the breeding world of the American Bully. I had a chance to interview Travis in order to get a perspective inside his world so that I could not only educate my audience, but also gain some insight as well. The following is my Q&A with the CEO of Foremanline, Mr. Travis Foreman:

 

GSI: I like to ask the adverse question first, so here it goes.  Some may say “Eh it’s nothing special about your dogs.  In fact I can get that dog from anywhere else”.  What do you say in response to that person?

 

TF:  My dogs are very special because of how they are bred. Many people have the misconception that you can just put two bullies together and get nice dogs but this isn’t true. It’s not just about how they look, it’s about their pedigree. Through trial and tribulation, I think I have mastered the craft of matching up dogs to produce healthy, sound, clean, functional American bullies. In creating Foremanline, I used two of the most famous bloodlines to date which are Remyline and Gottiline.  I had the privilege of being mentored by a true dog man, best friend and creator of Remyline, Fabian Chichester. So to answer the question, there are many nice bullies in the world, but my dogs are special because of how they are bred and no one else has the same exact ingredients.

 

GSI: What made you get into the breeding business?

 

TF:  In 2005 I was actually running out of gas and had to get off the exit to get gas. After getting gas I was on the service road and I saw this older lady walking a pup and his rear was so muscular that I had to pullover (laughs). I jumped out of the car and she said: “Please don’t steal this dog”!  I said Miss, I’m a school teacher and I don’t steal, I just need to know where this pup comes from. The pup was 14 weeks old at the time and I had never seen a pup so short and thick as this one and I knew I just had to have one. So she said it was her son’s dog and he got him from California and paid $2,200.00. So I gave her my number and told her to have her son call me, he did exactly that (call) in less than 20 minutes. He told to me to go to Lowjack Kennels website which is now Remyline. I went to the website and saw the pic of the pup’s dad whose name was the famous Remy Martin (pictured below with me) and the rest is history.

 

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GSI: From the photos I have seen from your line, you seem to have an acute awareness of what it takes get that certain “muscular” look that is prevalent in the Standard, Extreme and Extra Large size classes. Is there a secret you can share with my readers that won’t cost you money if you revealed it?

 

TF:  People always ask me what I feed my dogs that make them look like that. Well of course I feed a high quality dog food but my answer to them is “it’s not what they are fed, but rather how they are bred”.  As for the photos that you see, my mentor Fabian told me a long time ago that a pic can make or break a dog and if no one has seen the dog in person, a pic is all they have to go by.  So I’m very particular about photos that I post. I get down on their level and snap away. They do the rest.

 

GSI: Of course there are dangerous stigmas attached to the American Pitbull from their jaws locking to their brain swelling that make people reluctant to be owners. Are these claims true or false and are there any legitimate dangers in owning this breed?

 

TF:  Well just to be clear, I breed American Bullies. The differences are American Bullies are shorter, wider, and thicker with a bigger head and in my opinion have a better temperament. Although, the pitbull was used to make the breed, they are two totally separate breeds. Pitbulls do not have lock jaw; that is a myth. It may seem that way but what allows them to hold onto something so tight is pure determination and drive. I see no danger in owning this breed at all as long as the owner is responsible, these dogs aren’t for everyone.

 

GSI: What was your take on the Michael Vick dog scandal and dog fighting in general?

 

TF:  I am 100% against dog fighting! As for Michael Vick, yes he was wrong and got what the people thought he deserved. I’m a firm believer of second chances and he was given that and I think he is taking advantage of that by taking responsibility for his action and going out and educating people about the breed. So I think some good has come out of it. He has the ability to influence and he is using that ability to correct his wrong.

 

GSI: Have you had any celebrities who have purchased a pup from you? If so who?

 

TF:  I have sold a pup to a professional boxer but I will refrain from saying who. In my last litter, Jonathan Casillas of the New York Giants checked them out but didn’t purchase because of personal reasons. I’m positive more professional athletes will be purchasing my pups in the near future.

 

GSI: The picture that I used for this blog entry is from one of your business t-shirts. Please let the readers know where they can purchase one.

 

TF:  I can be reached on FB (Foremanline) for purchase of the Foremanline T-shirts.

 

GSI: And of course the reason we are here is about your business, so let everyone know how to get in contact with you if they are interested in purchasing a pup from you?

 

TF:  I probably won’t be doing any breeding for a year or two, however I can be reached on Facebook and Instagram under the name Foremanline for anyone interested in my pups.  I also ask that people be on the lookout for my two up and coming phenomenal studs named No’Dax and Cashius.

 

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GSI: In five years from now when I mention “Foremanline” out loud, what will people say about your business?

 

TF:  Five years from now when you say Foremanline out loud, people will say: “Foremanline don’t cross….Paid the cost to be the boss!” I would also like to add this tagline in addition and state: “Research, read about it….Don’t talk about it…Breed about it!”

 

Genius Scribble Ink would like to thank Mr. Travis Foreman for taking time out of his busy schedule in order to give us intricate insight into his business “Foremanline”.  I have seen this man’s passion and dedication to his craft on a continuous basis, so trust that he is indeed the real deal in the world of American Bully breeding. Once again if you are interested in purchasing a pup or a t-shirt, please make sure that to contact Travis Foreman on Facebook or Instagram under the tag of Foremanline.  Genius Scribble Ink would like to wish Travis Foreman and the Foremanline brand great success in the many years to come and makes sure that you: “Research, read about it….Don’t talk about it…Breed about it!” and check out the Foremanline! #man’s best friend