We the people, in order to form a more perfect union...

"Farmers and scholars; statesmen and patriots who had traveled across an ocean to escape tyranny and persecution finally made real their declaration of independence at a Philadelphia convention that lasted through the spring of 1787.

The document they produced was eventually signed but ultimately unfinished. It was stained by this nation's original sin of slavery, a question that divided the colonies and brought the convention to a stalemate until the founders chose to allow the slave trade to continue for at least 20 more years, and to leave any final resolution to future generations.

Of course, the answer to the slavery question was already embedded within our Constitution -- a Constitution that had at its very core the ideal of equal citizenship under the law; a Constitution that promised its people liberty, and justice, and a union that could be and should be perfected over time.

And yet words on a parchment would not be enough to deliver slaves from bondage, or provide men and women of every color and creed their full rights and obligations as citizens of the United States.

What would be needed were Americans in successive generations who were willing to do their part -- through protests and struggle, on the streets and in the courts, through a civil war and civil disobedience and always at great risk -- to narrow that gap between the promise of our ideals and the reality of their time.

This was one of the tasks we set forth at the beginning of this campaign -- to continue the long march of those who came before us, a march for a more just, more equal, more free, more caring and more prosperous America."

The President's Black So Stop Dealing Drugs and Get a Job

Dear Black Men * ,

For the past 300 years, we (black women) have been forced to listen to excuses for why you still have an Xbox at 30 years old but can't find a job. Why the tattoos just on your right arm are worth more than you've ever had in savings and why you can't afford to pay your 3 baby's mothers child support but you've somehow got the money for that porsche and for the gas it takes for you to drive to the club let-outs and "holla at bitches". "You don't know nothin' about being a black man in America", you say. "We're seen as a threat, everyone is afraid of us, we can't get a job because no one will give us a chance". "Well I know I'm a felon too but those drugs I sold were only to pay my bills cause I didn't have any other options". "Well, yeah your right, I had a job and got fired 'cause my urine wasn't clean, but I was only smokin' weed cause I'm tired of dealin' with this racist shit every day" "they're out to get me".
Before, when I responded to this utter foolishness by rolling my eyes and saying "Bullshit", I got called a bougie republican who just didn't understand the plights of black men. Now though, that our president Barack HUSSEIN Obama - a BLACK MAN is the president of the United States of America, I can say it confidently and proudly without the slightest bit of remorse. As I purse my lips up and pop out that BUL, let the SHHH seep out like a cool summer's breeze and finish off with a profoundly pronounced IT, I can't help but to smile knowing that my adamant disapproval of black men's excuses is, in the end, helping my race to flourish.

"How can you say that?! Barack ain't no nigga - He's bi-racial and he from Hawaii". Okay, angry excuse maker. Sure you can point out the fact that President Elect Barack Obama has a white parent. But to contest his blackness totally neglects to acknowledge his daddy, who was African. According to a friend of mine who happens to have a similar ethnic make-up, his blackness is a simple matter of math. White parent - zero blackness, African parent - 2 black points, Offspring - 2+0 divided by 2. That equals one full black person folks. Furthermore, not only is Barack black, but his name is Barack HUSSEIN Obama. (a Picture of Barack and Saddam next to each other) When you go talking about racial profiling - he doesn't look white, he doesn't claim to be white, and CERTAINLY, his name doesn't sound white. There is absolutely no mistaking this man for white. It would be like Seal going to a klan rally and trying to "blend in".
"So what" you bitter and lazy men say, "He ain't have it hard like us, Hawaii ain't hood".
Have you been to Indonesia? Do you even know where that is? If you have running water - (even if its not hot) then please sit down. Apart from that though, no one is saying success is easy. Of course its going to be hard. That's not an excuse though. If you 're honestly still looking for reparations, you don't deserve to live. Do us a favor and go jump off a bridge. You're holding our race back dude. There are no hand-outs, if you want it you must go out and take it. (no! Not by holding up 7-11, by going to school, creating a sucessful business, etc.)
Its sad that you were born in the ghetto and your mom was a single parent. I'm sorry if you're father was addicted to crack and that your brother was a victim of homicide. I truly am. But the fact of the matter is - sitting at home being bitter about it is not the way to go. Neither is destroying other people's lives by selling drugs, killing other people's sons and daughters, and wasting my tax dollars sitting in jail. There are programs now to help you overcome all that which were created specifically with you in mind. Take advantage of them.

Finally you say, "Barack Obama is one man, he's the exception - him being president doesn't magically erase all the inequalities of America."

And that's fine - I'd totally agree that Barack being president doesn't erase anything magically. His ability to be elected president by an overwhelming majority - not only in typically democratic states, but in states like Nevada and Ohio is PROOF though that racism in America can be overcome with intelligence, tenacity, strategy, effort and Yes, Hope. It is certainly not impossible. There is certainly no truth behind the statement, "I can't ____ because I'm black". There never was but there certainly is not now.

So black men, throw away your video games, get off the basketball courts, toss out the microphones unless its a hobby that suppliments your application to Harvard Law. Education is not for everyone but it can be for you if you really want to work for it. And if you don't want to, that's fine. But don't say its because the "Man's Got You Down" or "The System's Not For You". Its because you chose not to put in the effort and the work necessary to do it.

Have the audacity of hope, and say it with me, "YES WE CAN!"

Love,

M. Walbridge

* To those who this applies - I meant everything I said. But to those who it does not apply, Thank you for stepping up to your responsibilities as a person/black man, citizens of the United States/world. I love you and and truly appreciate your addition to the world.

Sex or Love - Which Is the Most Compelling Force?

If you’ve ever done it in a public space, like a taxicab lets say, or for you less daring types, in a public park or the movies, you know about that urge. Or what about – for you serious couples out there – doing it secretly while your parents/ boy (girl) friend’s parents are somewhere in house. Its some major holiday and you’re visiting for the weekend. You’ve been “sleeping in separate rooms” for the WHOLE weekend and its that Sunday night where you find yourself simply unable to restrain from sneaking down the hall and letting out all that built up tension. Yeah, you know about that urge. That Urge sucks the rationality straight from our brains and convinces us that there’s nothing more important for the moment than that passionate, enthralling sexual experience. And then again, it doesn’t even have to be passionate and enthralling. There are always those times when the act itself is disappointing and unsatisfying. Nonetheless, the potential for ecstasy, the mere thought of the touch, the feel of… no, not cotton, that urge… well it’s quite a force.
On the other hand, there’s love, which is quite a force itself (see previous post – title). There’re songs about it. When I type in “love” on my Itunes search space about 213 items come up. There’re movies about it. The notebook being a perfect example shows how even a war, a hot, rich ass fiance, a 3 karat diamond ring and an evil bitchy southern white woman who happens to be your mother can’t get in the way of true love. Everyone at one point in his or her lives is confronted with the force of love. Tupac wrote a song about it – so it must be real. He says its “that stuff that don’t wear off, it don’t fade. It last all these crazy days, all these crazy nights…” To The Tribe, it’s a force compelling enough to motivate all their actions as they say “we do it all for the love”. To Sara Barielles, it’s “the only thing she ever could need and the only one good thing worth trying to be”.
So what happens when one force is squared up against the other, who wins in the end? I asked my boyfriend in an attempt to gain some insight. His response was “babe, that’s such a vague question!” I thought he had a point. In theory, the conflict is a lot easier to arbitrate than in the context of a true-life situation. The obvious example then would be cheating. A boy is in love with A girl and said boy meets another girl – we’ll call her “strumpet.” Boy in love with said girl has a decision to make. Submit to the urge or exert/brandish the force. Another example, which I think is more appropriate for really evaluating this question involves a single boy and a friend who he is completely sexually uninvolved with. This boy one night is presented with the decision to stay with his friend after he/she has broken up with his//her significant or go get some from someone he does not love (it could be a quickie, jump-off, slide type of situation or it could be a stable friend with benefits). Either way, the distinction is – with one friend there is love; with the other there is only sex. What does he do? Which force is the strongest?

I didn’t see Star Wars, so in the end, I don’t know which one ends up on top (lol – I’m immature). In my psyche it remains an interesting but unanswered question. If in fact Love is the presiding force, why do people cheat on their loved ones? Is it safe to conclude that people who cheat were never in love to begin with? If sex is the presiding force, is there ever hoping that relationships will flourish long after sexual appeal has faded. Is there a such thing as loving your partner “for who she or he is” and such a concept as “happily in love forever after” or are those just examples of another gay and unrealistic fantasy painted by Walt Disney to skew children’s images of real life and make them forever wanting for more out of life? I’d like to hope that love wins and that one day, someone will show me the world on a magic carpet – but I’d be the first to admit that hope is an audacious one. For right now, I guess it can’t really hurt to appreciate the strength of them both and act accordingly.

Wrap it up!

- Mrs. Prodigious

"Till Death Do Us Part..." Why marriage is an illusion

I've been thinking a lot lately about relationships - scratch that. I've recently come to the conclusion that happy marriages only exist in fairytales. What happens is, girl meets boy, girl really likes boy (perhaps vice versa), girl falls in love with boy (or vice versa, or they fall in love with each other or girl falls in love with girl (whatever your into)). Then, evil monster named distrust, insecurity, lust for a hotter boy/girl, random yearning to find oneself, peeks its ugly head, girl(boy) gets her heart broken, bitter hatred ensues.
This conclusion I've come to rests on some pretty simple premises.

1) Love is a byproduct of chance - you can't help it. "Falling" is the operative verb people use when discussing love in at least 3 languages/cultures (that I know of and maybe more... I wouldn't be surprised) for a reason. Why? Cause, people can't control with who, when, how they're gonna fall in love. If you're a sharp thinker with perceptive analytical reading skills you can probably already see the problem with this. I could fall in love with Butch the Trash man from Idaho tomorrow and it would throw everything out of whack. I'd have quit school, tattooed "Butch's" on my left breast and booked the next bus ticket out of Hartford before you could say, 'no future'. I can't really choose to fall in love with J. S. Redding Stanley, the singular black, Tyson Beckford look alike who graduated from Yale undergrad, Harvard Law and Business and happens to have a 2.3 million dollar trust fund specifically put aside for the girl from Philly he falls in love with. There isn't even a guarantee that I'll fall in love with that normal guy, with that normal job, who I can make a normal family with. It could very well be Butch whom cupid decides should be mine forever, trash juice and all. And that has it's obvious implications. Assuming fate doesn't bless everyone with Mr. Stanley, love at the very least can be an inconvenience but at the very worst, an invitation to hell without an optional RSVP.

2) Love is a force. I think the previous Butch scenario pretty explicitly exemplifies how much of a driving force love can be. I like to consider myself pretty intelligent. I've been educated at some of the countries most prestigious institutions of academia. I like to think I'm pretty well grounded with a solid head on my shoulders. Only something colossal like, I dunno - A Tsunami, Cancer, my Parents Getting Divorced After 30 Years of Marriage or wait... LOVE could knock me off course enough to give it all up and elope with Butch. So yeah, It's pretty up there.

I realize though that Butch is just a scenario and there's a chance that you are slightly dubious that LOVE could be that impacting. Well look, if you wanna be all naive, I'll tell you what Bon Jovi told you. By all means, "Don't Stop Believing". But like... the proof is in the pudding. Look at Brittany Spears and Kevin Ferderline. Do I really need to expound? A little less obvious an example is Halle Berry and Eric Benet. Seemingly, they were a pretty likely couple. Cupid/Fate did them well right? He's hot, she's hot. They're both pretty loaded and seem like sweet good people. Underlying it all is Eric's sex problem. You can argue that Halle didn't know about his sex addiction before she married him. In my opinion, That's Bullllshit! There's no way you wouldn't be able to tell if your husband is addicted to sex. She still married him, despite all the freaky, weird shit he HAD to be into. Why? She didn't really have a choice. She was in love.

Not convinced? What about Magic. He got AIDS from CHEATING on his Wife, and did Cookie tell him to take his penis and fuck off? Nope. She stayed right there with nothing but latex and cocktails to brighten her future - and I'm not talking about alcoholic ones. Surveying the situation from my perspective, I'd be hard-pressed to put myself in her shoes. And I'm saying this in light of all the new sensational condoms they didn't even have when Cookie and Magic got married. The Trojans they had back then were plainly and simply, WACK and there would be NO chance of me staying with magic... No chance that is unless I was.... IN LOVE! You see now? The Force is alive.

3. Finally, People are fickle. Marriage by definition involves a life time of commitment to ONE person. Monogamy. In today's world, there aren't many things that last for longer than 5 years. Think about it? College - 4 years. Grad school - 2-3. People in today's society are likely to switch jobs something like 5 to 6 times throughout their careers. And that's an average of a "successful man or woman" in the work force. There's probably some man or woman out there who has had like 20 different jobs. I having a hard time sitting still long enough to write this blog. So a lifetime? of dedication? Selfless devotion to another person? Sacrifice? For a Lifetime? To someone who might get fat, old, wrinkly? Who might catch an attitude or have unsolved emotional issues? Someone who might stop giving head or be sexually satisfying? Someone who might stop cooking every night? Some one who might start to scratch their balls and watch sport just a little too much? FOREVER?

Let's be realistic folks. Jump offs are the way to go.

Sara Bareilles and Alice Smith...

These aren't new songs or anything but they're just songs I happened upon and fell in love with.







Guys, I guarantee you'll have the most appreciative and faithful girl if you learn to hold her without touch and keep her without chains...

Who Is McKenzie Walbridge

McKenzie Walbridge. Who is she?

McKenzie Walbridge, Wally for short, Kenzie for cute, Bridge for losers. She's difficult to capture with words. As a matter of fact, she is difficult to capture period. Free-spirited lingers on both an over-statement and too bleak a description of her. She is conservative in the sense that she appreciates tradition. She is progressive in the sense that love ultimately governs her every function. The combination of slave and queen in her blood is apparent in her stately confidence and timid self-conscientiousness, in her deeply embodied knowledge and surety of self, in her doubtfulness of precise purpose, in her intuitive consciousness of an important role in the world, but most vividly, in her back bending, knee-scraping, swallowed tears, smiling despite it humility. A perfectly carved, sanded and finished mahogany box of contrariety.

Ms. Walbridge isn't Mrs. Him. But she is his everything and she is willing to let him be hers. She is trusting to a fault and forgiving to a T. You are allowed to mistake her kindness for weakness because it will always be your mistake. She is strong and sweet and pretty and raw. Refined and cultivated but without pretense.

Truly Yours,


McKenzie Walbridge is a Prodigious Transcendency