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Wednesday, January 1, 2020

The Headset

The Headset

( have this on repeat as your read the story:


Mary was a romantic girl, steady, loyal, true. She didn't give her love easily and when she did, she expected love in return. This is the tale of her one true love.

Jeff wasn't a remarkable guy, but he loved Mary. He had boy next door looks and a good head on his shoulders.

The two were inseparable, once they came together and agreed to always be with each other. That was when they were 14. They went through high school together, won homecoming king and queen. No scouts came to watch him, no modeling agents contacted her, but they were happy.

They decided they would not go to college. They would get simple good paying jobs. Marriage was just an assumption since they had already made a promise to each other.

Jeff got the call that he would start Monday to be  an apprentice electrician, Mary would start on Monday too, being a seamstress. They could take vacations and do things in life, most people their age could only dream of.

They bought a house together only a year out of high school, something modest, a 3 bedroom. None of their friends could afford a house, definitely not a year out of high school.

Life had its ups and downs, but none more up and down than people testing their love and loyalty to each other. Men hit on Mary and women hit on Jeff. They quietly and politely would excuse themselves from these people and leave the situation. No drama, no claiming they had a boyfriend / girlfriend. Just a really reserved aura that said, no.

One was never far away from the other. Half the time Mary was at home, taking in hems, and stitching holes. She would go into work when there was a big project that required all hands on deck. She had steady work, but she could do it at home.

Jeff would come home and tell her about everything, the guys at work, the girls at work, the work. She would just rest her head on his chest and they would nap together until dinner time.

When her dad got sick Jeff arranged to take off work and the two stayed in the house to keep her mom company and be there if need be, to answer any call the hospital had.

They all sat around her Dad's hospital bed on that day... that day the earth stood still for them. The eldest son flew in, just in time. Jeff had picked him up from the airport. He had come along, not bringing the wife nor kids, just himself. He lay with his head on his father's hand, Mary stood over her brother and her mother held her.

Her dad passed on, that afternoon. The bed was wet with the eldest son weeping. Her mother held Mary upright, almost fainting. Jeff came and got her and drove everyone home.

Mary just laid on his chest that night, not weeping, just there, not saying a word. Jeff held her all night. When her mother came in the morning and opened the door, there they lay, eyes open, laying, not saying a word. Mom quietly came in and pulled a chair next to the bed and stroked Mary's hair, just like when she was a baby girl.

"Your brother's a mess, in there. Please go talk to him. Jeff are you hungry? I made us a morning snack. Come get some juice at least. You know Henry looked at you, like a new son," she steered the moment like a ship's captain.

Mary got up and tears... fell from her eyes. It's as if laying on Jeff's chest kept them in and being away from him, let the flood gates open. Jeff reached out to her, but mother captain, got up, hugged her, rubbed her arm and said, "go help your brother, you know dad was his biggest hero."

Mary went in and talked to her brother and held him for an hour, like Jeff held her.

Jeff and Mary's mother went into the kitchen and snacked on little pieces of meat and cheese and juice.

An hour later Mary and her brother came in. Her brother's eyes were red like a stop sign, this was going to take some time for him to let his father go.
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They set a date for the wedding, a year out. Everyone had plenty of time to get ready.

It was nothing fancy, no tons of gifts, because they had mostly everything in the house.

One day, Mary was at home taking in hems. It was getting late, the sun was going down. She kept working. Finally, she looked up and it was dark.

She kept working. After several more hours she curled up on the sofa and drifted off to sleep, he'd be home soon, she told herself.

She was cold, so cold it woke her up. What time was it? She got up and turned on the lights. What was she doing sleeping on the couch. Oh yes, waiting for Jeff. Should she call her mother? No, she decided against that. Mother wouldn't know anything anyway.

She prepared a quick meal, so when he came in he could grab it and come to bed.

She left a note on the counter telling him it was in the oven.

She headed off to bed, but left a candle burning by the note. The bed was cold, so cold, without Jeff. She put on all her nightclothes and got in bed. He'd come in and laugh at her looking like a big kid in her night clothes.

She woke up in the morning. She found the candle burning still, and the food in the oven untouched. She put it in the fridge and called in to work. Did they need her to come in? No! They'd be around to pick up the work she'd done and give her some more.

Ninna came by and marveled at how many hems she did. She explained her fiance hadn't gotten home and she worked all day and night, 12 hours. Ninna laughed that she worked too hard. Maybe she needed a raise, she'd see to it, and since she's about to get married it would help too.

They sat and gossiped for about an hour. Then Ninna left. She was happy for the human contact.

Jeff would call if something was wrong. He'd always call if something happened. She set out to work. She looked up and it was lunch time already. So steady working, it was 2pm already.

After lunch she set to work again. She continued undisturbed till night again, late in the evening. Still Jeff was a no show. Again she cooked a meal, set it up and watched T.V. for a bit.

"Do you have a loved one that is about to leave this world, is in a coma, or just can't talk to you? A miracle break through has just been created. Neural net! Just place this device over your head and neural net will connect you to that loved one. Don't worry, the neural net will contact the brain that you have in your mind, that person need not be connected at all. We are taking testers right now, just call this number and we'll send a kit over next day and they'll explain everything."

Mary had already ordered hers before the commercial was even over. Won't Jeff be surprised when she taps into his brain?

The next morning the representative came over. She was expecting a man, but a lovely lady came buy and explained everything, hooked it up for her and as she started talking to Jeff, she waved goodbye.

"Hi honey, I've been waiting to hear from you for three days," she said.
Jeff seemed confused, "who is this?"
"Honey it's me Mary, you're surprised aren't you? I'm on this new neural net and I can connect with you directly," she said excitedly.
"It's only been three days? It seems like an eternity," Jeff said, in a distant voice.
"I know right? I missed you so much when I went to bed. Where are you?" Mary said.
"I don't know, it's dark here," he said.
"You don't know where you are? Were you in an accident?" Mary asked.
Jeff patted himself down, "nope I seem fine, It's just really dark."
"Well are you near the car, when are you coming home?" She asked.
"Home? That seems so long ago," Mary thought maybe he was in accident and didn't know and he's in shock.
"Honey, where was the last place you were? We'll come pick you up, I'll get mom to drive dad's old car," Mary said.

Just then she felt hands on her and being shook. They we calling her name, Mary, Mary, Mary sweetheart.

"Hold on Jeff, someone is here in the house," Mary said. She decided to take the set off.

"She's regaining consciousness," one voice said.

Mary opened her eyes to find herself in the hospital surrounded by nurses, her mom, her brother and a couple of doctors.

"Where am I? What happened?" Mary was almost yelling.

One of the doctors said, "calm down miss, you're alright now. You've been in a coma for a whole month."

Mary went into shock immediately.

After the doctors and nurses got her under control, her mother brushed aside the doctor and went to Mary's side, "you put that thing on and lost track of time?"

Mary shrugged and said, "I must have. Because it seemed like a minute to me. I was talking to Jeff, through this thing."

The room went silent.

"Honey..." her mother started it.

"Here you want to talk to Jeff? He's right here," she said.

Her brother snatched the headset from her and put it on, "Hi Jeff."
"Hey, boy I haven't seen you in forever," Jeff said.

A single tear rolled down his face as he removed the headset, "She's right. He's literally sitting there waiting to talk."

"How can that be," the mother turned to the doctor. The doctor shrugged, "I have no idea what that headset does, Ma'am. But, I think, as we saw with your son, if you don't let yourself get lost in it, you won't lose yourself."

"What's goin on?" Mary asked.

"Here, Mary. Hold my hand. I'll be right here. I'm holding your hand. Tell me what you see, while you talk to Jeff," her mother said.

Mary placed the headset on and took her mother's hand and closed her eyes, "he's standing on a street with purple and blue lights."

"My god, Mary is that you? It's been ages since I last spoke to you," Jeff said.
"He says it's been ages since I last spoke to him," Mary said under her breath.
"Mary sweetie, I don't know how time works where he is, but I have some new for you. Jeff has been dead for about 6 months," her mother whispered.
"That's impossible. It's only been 2 days, and I've only been talking to him for 15 minutes," Mary whispered back.
"Mary are you talking to me? It's so dark here," Jeff said.
"He says it's dark there," Mary whispered.

A gasp went around the room.

"She's keeping him there," a voice said.

"She most certainly is," a new voice said. "Either she should tell him to go into the beyond or she can keep him there for eternity and he will not pass on," the new voice said. You could hear the smile in the voice.

Mary's mother shook Mary and squeezed her hand, "honey you have to let Jeff move on, tell him to leave."
"Mother he's leaving, like a cloud or something. He heard you. NO JEFF DON'T LEAVE ME!!!" Mary screamed.

"SHE'S GOING INTO SHOCK," a voice said.

"ACTUALLY, you have a choice, let her go with Jeff or keep her here. But it is our experience that being this close to someone breaks the human spirit when they let the person go," the new voice said.

Although a commotion was going on throughout the room the mother looked over to the eldest son. "Unplug it," she said.

The son reached down behind the bed and with great force yanked the plug  out of the wall.

The beeping and monitors all stopped. Mary's body went slack.

"SON, YOU UNPLUGGED THE WRONG THING!!!" the doctor yelled.

Mother turned to the doctor with cold smoldering eyes. "No he didn't!"

Mary passed away that moment. You could hear her laughing quietly.

"It's not dark here at all. There's a light right there, you dingus," she said grabbing his arm. "Oh, so there is. Let's go over there then. You feel all warm now," Jeff said.

The eldest son stood up from the bed. "I couldn't imagine Mary with anyone but Jeff."

The mom shrugged, "I think her laughing at the end there, pretty much summed this who affair up.

And you, did you not warn the public what they were doing?"

The representative took the kit and placed it into the eldest son's hands, "technically, you could recall her and Jeff any time you want to talk to them. It won't hurt them anymore, since they've gone into the beyond. It'll be like a day visit.

We spoke with the entity that keeps the beyond and he actually explained a lot to us. This doesn't break the rules.

BUT, don't go anywhere except that road. If you go anywhere else but that road, you're gone.

We explained that to your daughter. She might not have remembered, but I think you made the right choice, because she decided a long time ago. We were surprised that she stayed alive this long.

We've already taken care of all the financials and the home. One of you sign here. And, we'll take care of the hospital too."

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Once a year the eldest would put the headset on and visit with Jeff and Mary. He would always come away from those talk as If he had aged in wisdom a hundred years.

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Friday, December 31, 2010

There is No More Love in America

The Scam of Love




There is almost no romance on T.V. or in movies any more.  "Falling in Love", apparently now, is a 4 letter word.  The entire notion of the fantasy love story of a man and woman having a love so strong that it lasts, even beyond death is non-existent.  It has all been replaced with problems and problems, or gender images and graphic gender.  They portray love stories now as being problematic to get the point across that loving someone is ALWAYS problematic.  They seek to destroy whatever notion of happiness you find in another human.  Why?  So you can look to them for your happiness.

The national entertainment outlets always create love "stories" in the same lame format:
  • boy meets girl
  • boy and girl aren't perfect
  • they obviously need changing
  • problems
  • problems
  • problems
  • story over
I want you to go sit through any 5 chick flicks in the past 5 years.  I want you to keep track of the outline I just set and see if I am wrong.  If you have been reading my blog for any time, you've seen my movie reviews.  I do not want to sound jaded or too cynical, but entertainment is now depressing and not fun.  Even kids' movies are not fun.

The entertainment now seeks to depress you to such a degree as to make you discontent with your own life.  You've been programmed that you must return to the movies to get your entertainment.  Having a dinner party and inviting friends and playing board games is ancient history.  [although I did just that last year, was great fun]  People are now programmed to think that going to dinner, club and the movies are the ONLY ways to have "fun".  The movies and t.v. for their part depress you to such a degree that it bleeds over into your real life.  Since they try to define what a "relationship" is for you, when you leave the movie depressed you will then seek out the problems in your own relationship.
"AHA, you did squeeze the toothpaste tube in the middle, this relationship is over."
As stupid as that sounds, it is oh so sadly true.  The movies present generalities about problems in relationships and people watching these movies take it to heart thinking it is a universal truth, and break up with their loved one.

"Why did she break up with you man?"
"I don't know, I guess we grew apart."
No man, she watched MTV or some stupid movie and thought that you checking your cell phone every 5 minutes was factual evidence that you were cheating on her.   She didn't stop to realize that your grandma was in the hospital with cancer, on her death bed.  So now you've lost your grandma and your girl friend all in one day.

I can guarantee you this scenario happens daily across the land.

Oh don't let me leave out the chick magazines.  When they aren't depressing women with evidence that they are somehow not beautiful for NOT having a heroin induced, malnurished body, they are telling them that:
  1. something is wrong with their man
  2. you can change your man
  3. if your man doesn't listen to you, he's obvious broken
  4. if the mail-room boy asks you out on a date that somehow he's a pervert and needs to be sued
The magazines defining women's lives is completely over the top and out of hand.  A dress-size zero woman is not good looking to a man.  End of story.  If the bones in her arms and legs are the largest section of that particular appendage, men will stay away from them.  Also malnourished women look like children, and only a man with a tendency towards pedophilia would like that look.  How many men have to come out and say they like big breasts, big hips, big legs, before females GET IT.  How many real life celebs with larger measurements become the idol of millions of men, before females GET IT.  Stop reading these stupid magazines that tell you that the anorexic look is OK.

Then the magazines set you up for disaster in your relationship, by telling you, you can change your man.  Yes, simply go out and grab the nearest man you can find, and change him.  Obviously, putting effort into finding a decent man FOR YOU, is far too much trouble.  Isn't that the message they are actually trying to say?  And, what human thinks that they can change an adult male?  "An old dogs does not learn new tricks."  It's not just a funny saying.  It is true.  If your ulterior motive in a relationship is to get some good looking guy and MOLD him into what you want him to be, then you are setting you and him up for a disastrous relationship.  Get off your lazy anorexic butt and go find a GOOD MAN.  And, if the one you find is not perfect, then you might need to change your notions of what perfect is.  Ask yourself, who taught you what a perfect man is?  I'm not saying go marry an axe murderer, but I am saying if he drinks beer and likes video games, that does not mean he is imperfect.  If you require 24/7 attention, the problem is with you, not him.  You be you, and let him be him.  If you're doing it right, you will "grow together."  If you go into a relationship with that open mindedness, then you will never break up / get divorced.

The magazines try to tell you what you want to hear.  Apparently, if your man does not listen to you 100% of the time, then something must be wrong with him.  Get rid of him.  That's the message right?  Let's see!   Movies and comics and magazines always say that females are "always right."  You and me both, know that is a lie.  If you do not know all the facts and details about something, there is no possible way you could always be right.  You need to wake up and smell the coffee.  They are trying to sell you something by flattering your ego.  Females are not always right.  Men are not always right.  Noone is always right.  If these magazines are saying females are always right and their men should always listen to them, they are setting you up for a complete break down in communication.  How?  Because as soon as you get it in your head that "I am always right," then that means you shut down when your man tries to say something.  You see how horrible that is?  And, you wonder why your relationships are rocky at best.

Finally, these womens' magazines try to get across that if some random guy invites you to dinner, that obviously there is something wrong with him and he needs to be sued, and the company he works for needs to be sued.  The gender harassment craze has gotten so far out of hand that it is destroying large segments of the populations.  Groups of  women are living completely single and wonder why, yet should any man approach them, they look for the gender harassment umbrella.  The UPS guy asks them out to dinner - law suit.  The pizza delivery guy asks them out on a movie - law suit.  The mail-room clerk asks them for their number - law suit.  They look up 20 years later, surrounded by cats and wonder why.  gender harassment was intended to protect men / women from some ongoing pervert inside the workplace that holds their career in the palm of their hand.  While your boss asking you out to dinner, one time, might be unethical, it is not gender harassment.  Sometimes people meet people they are attracted to and want to see if it is going to go somewhere.  You never know who might be the man of your dreams if you open yourself up to possibilities.  Sometimes the most unlikely sources are the best choices.  While everyone laughs at the mail-room clerk for hitting on the vice president, how chagrined are they when he gets a three million dollar inheritance from his dead uncle?  Or, the UPS truck driver that actually owns 20 routes and works one himself, making half a million a year?

These are just examples of how we take national media and let them define our reality, specifically relationship reality.  You should always hear stories from magazines, movies and t.v. as only applying to those particular people.  You should repeat to yourself, "that does not apply to me."  Even if your mother is trying to give you sage womanly advice and she went through problems, "that does not apply to me."  One person's heartaches and mishaps does not mean that everyone is going to have heartache and mishaps in their relationships.

I know of so many women that are man-haters.  When I hear their story, it dawns on me that they are man-haters because they were and are immature and did not understand that the trivial problem they had with one man, does not apply to all men.  Even that one man, normally, did not do something to them, to deserve full on hate.  More than likely, they were listening to another man-hater or saw a stupid movie or read a stupid magazine telling them that if a man does 'XYZ' that he deserves hatred.

I met a lovely Black girl, long ago, that I wanted to date.  She stopped me one day and told me that she does not like Black men.  When I asked why, she said because her uncle had molested her.  I was speechless.  I still am.  I can only guess that it was just an excuse to hate all Black men.  Noone gets something done to them by someone and then equates everyone with some aspect of that one person as evidence that they are all completely like that person.  It would be like saying, all men with mustaches are Hitler.  As I think about it, I bet my computer that that Black girl had some ridiculous mother or aunt tell her that all Black men are just like her perverted uncle and all deserve to be hated.  But, as sure as I sit here typing this, I know thousands upon thousands of women have similar messed up stories like that and are so messed up that they write off whole segments of the population due to something someone told them, i.e. movies, magazines and t.v.

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Wednesday, July 8, 2009

What Women Really Want

What Do Women Want?

"He grabbed her by the waist, his strong hands pressing her body against his. He gently kissed her lips, slowly, gently at first, then with more passion with each passing second. Unbridled passion welled up inside her and...."

Do women still read this? Is this what women really want? Why do I ask? Oh, because that's not what I hear on t.v.. That's not what i see in magazines. I don't see passion and burning desire for each other. There's no perfect man for a perfect woman portrayed in the media. Let's see what the magazines would have you think women want.



"He sat meekly in the corner of the bar, adjusting the glasses that kept sliding down his nose. He wore a tacky jacket with plaid pants and smelled of garlic. He had a cute nerdy appeal to him though. She saddled next to him and nodded toward him. He blushed but didn't say anything. She took him home, bathed him and taught him how to dress and act. He now makes a 6 figure salary and gives her all the shopping money she could hope for."


Oh yes, this is what Cosmo prints weekly. They would have you believe that your man was nothing before you came and you are the one that can change him. You must believe it, because you buy it every week.

But wait, that's for the 30 something year old. What about the teen to 20 something year old? Oh here we go, the MTV crowd.




"He walked through the door, his Mexican mustache looking like a raccoon had a fight with a gerbil. His tattoos looked like oil stains and he smelled of patchouli and cheep must. She saddled up next to him and said they should go to the free concert together. He nodded. Three months later she was on teen pregnant show. Two years later she was famous for doing absolutely nothing."

If you think I'm being harsh, then you haven't watched MTV for 2 seconds. I've seen stuff on there that would make Ron Jeremy blush. You may want to discount that as just entertainment, but young adults see it and think it's OK, because it's on national t.v..

What do I think women really want?

Here's my scenario of what I think, a sane woman should want.

"She walked into the lounge wearing a pink chiffon dress with a slight train to it. A tall chiseled Black man asked to take her stole. She gave it to him and he smiled. 'I'm sorry we have no more empty tables available, but If you like you can sit with Alexander Washington. I hear he's a bachelor.' She looked at him amused. Alexander Washington, Atlanta's most eligible bachelor. She was seated in no time. At first he fidgeted across from her and kept checking his watch. She struck up small talk with him and he became engrossed in her conversation. He left her his card, and she gave him her number. He called 2 days later. They've been happily married now for 10 years with 3 beautiful kids."

What's the difference? No one is promiscuous; there are no escapades; there's no lack of education; obviously he's interested in her for her; there's no changing him and visa versa. While the media tries to get you to buy into the whole notion that normal is boring, you're steadily looking for Mr. Wrong. Mister Wrong is oh so very wrong. And he or she, will lead you down a path of destruction that you'll wake up from one day and realize that you have no escape routes.

I say don't buy Cosmo, unless you're doing a collage from the pictures. I say don't watch MTV because surely, as the old grandpa says, it will rot your brain.

You want a good man? Find a good man. And, if you don't find a good man for you, don't belittle him. Because, the man that might not be good for you, might be good for some other woman. And, now you ruined it for her, because you crushed his ego. Also, it might be the case that you found the good man, but the problem is with you not recognizing it. Clean yourself up first, then go look for the good man.

And, from my favorite line delivered by the Oracle in The Matrix, "you'll be right as rain". I'm sad she died, but I love that line.






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