ZenecheruB :: dele’s mind on net . . .

The word “nigger” has now being agreed to be the most offensive word in English languge. Or wait… Who exactly is agreeing to this, as far as I do now, I’m still sure some “niggers” who fondly call themselves so and even some “whites” who might do anything to bear this “nigger” title.
Well, for the sanes and those who have being wondering - isn’t a nigger a black person (disparaging)? For this mind, I create this post. There is the Nigger and then there is the Black man and yes, they are completely different breeds.
A nigger is the one you see and say to yourself: “thank God I’m not that-such a craze” and a black man is that you admire and enviously desire his success.
A nigger is that who doesn’t know the difference between correctness and correct-yes, very ignorant and a black is that whose has a desire to learn and overcome challenges.
A nigger brags about his rims, his chics, his “flowz” and being tough and for the black man-he needs no bragging because his actions are louder than thousand of words.
A nigger knows the shortcut to everything and anything, no matter how crude, stupid and insane, he’s still ballin’. The black man knows the reward of hard work, he even recognizes more the fact that thousands of miles walk down a wrong road never make it right.
A black man knows, admits and corrects his mistakes, faces the challenges and move on- Niggers believe they are in constant prejudice.
You know their uniforms: over sized shirts and dropping pants, colorful shoes and huge “dog-ties” - that’s a nigger rolling; even if it means robbing you to acquire all this, a nigger gatta “bling.”
A black knows he isn’t supposed to do drugs, he knows he is supposed to obey the law, knows his duty to the society,  his duty to his family and does so accordingly. A nigger feels surprised if he doesn’t do drugs, go to jail or get shot ‘cuz, that should be a nigger’s life!
Success to a nigger is big rims, swags and blings. So, even if a nigger can’t afford a day’s meal - gotta big shiny rims, all’s cool. Black men knows that all that shine isn’t gold and most often empty barrels make the loudest noise.
Some situations is just out of a black man’s control and he knows there are better ways to solve the problem than blame, get violent and get victimized. First of, every niggers problem, he claims, are from white people and violence and some ballistic action can solve some issues, just plain ignorant Niggers!
Niggers breed niggers, a “nigger baby mama” has tons of kids, doesn’t know their dad, on welfare and wouldn’t stop having even some more sex - a black has a dad, one mom and a loving family-that’s the real black man.
Why get a real serious job when as a nigger you can “sling” and make decent living? A black man has an answer: as stated earlier, no shortcuts and zero jail time policy for a black man. A black man works hard, holds a job maybe two and leads an accomplished life.
A nigger thinks: being polite, honest, gentle, thrifty, intelligent or [legally] accomplished is “acting white.” A black has no idea what “acting white” means but he does know that skin color does not predict decency or, even if stereotyped as the inferior classes, that doesn’t stop us for achieving and beating the odds.
Yes! I’m a black man and has a zero-tolerance for niggers. We shouldn’t decide to be one, or live by the standards expected of “blacks” because even we ourselves know -disregarding the odds, we are a great people and purely against the stereotype.

Girls and supply, guys and demand, for all in this market - let’s call it market “ReLove” (I coiled this from relationship and love), the power of scarcity, the equilibrum price in ReLove, a price at which a guy will love a girl and the girl in turn agrees to be loved and love back. There happens to be a trade which makes [hopefully] both parties better off - in reLove where Relationship is often traded, sometimes, sex is traded, and maybe sometime there’s a disruption in sex sector when factors like STDs come in.

Recently, I have been trying to understand the concept of relationships from a different perspective unlike I have discussed in [h]previous post [hyperlink], I decided to liken relationship to markets and economics concept which I found quite similar and strickingly interesting in so regard. For this, I would build on the analogy I already illustrated in our reLove market. So, for does who think economics can help them fall in love, let’s get into the fun:

Pretty Girls, Demand and Scarcity
Economics, is the study of scarcity. In essence as most would agree, anyone with the power to influence scarcity over a certain market, has the power to rule that market.

This might simplistically explains why pretty girls attract more potential partners than girls with lesser potential. So, like suppliers in any market - girls would try to increase their competitiveness with things like make-ups and the like. Now what happens to our reLove market is that competition increase and guys then to have more choices which in effect will reduce the value of girls.

And here again, my subsequent point explains why guys are less willing to commit than girls are. Oh, many might argue, then why are guys the one doing the chasing just like real markets that producers and suppliers chase consumers and rarely is it vice versa?

Letting aside the cultural effect that limit the amount of girls (which I think of here as suppliers) chasing guys (which I regard as consumers), a more economic answer will be the fact that in some way, as already explained girls have scarcity power that makes them rule the world of guys where guys don’t really have choices (except in absurd cases where a man might decide to date a monkey or some other animal).

So I might actually suggest that make-ups for girls should be subsidized to encouraging its use which would limit the amount of scacity power that pretty girls would have. Or, how about offer free make-ups to unengaged girls (for which I would assume no otherwise engaged girl would claim being engaged).

Hoooked Girls and Cost-push inflation
It might be insane if I suggest that girls should be paid not to get engaged too soon to a partner. Then the question would arise: how old is too old or what about the issue of chaeting where girls claim they are not engaged when they are.

I might not address all this question in this aricle (I would still live a perfect solution for some other time).
Let’s say hypothetically, we have seven girls and ten guys in reLove, naturally, the cost of obtaining any of this girls will be already high as there is an imbalance in the market already. Then, let’s suppose a girl, Jill gets engaged to Jim another single guy in this market, that leaves 9 girls to 6 girls which will even toughen competition because if things continue at this rate, their will be a consumer (the guys) deficit of 3.
So, how does this relate to the real world and our real case? For every girl that gets engaged sooner makes it a chance less unlikely for another guy of getting a girl someplace somewhere. Which effect would make other girls who knows that their are fewer of them from high number of guys to choose from would demand high cost on having them - what a costly price to pay for a date.

Ok, I know, some might find my ideas completely non-feasible but wouldn’t hurt anyone to hypotezise. When the Wright brothers proposed “flying-iron,” everyone thought it impossible back then - hopefully no one would doubt that today.

For my all time favorite which has actaully never being in writing, I propose an economic way to cure our hypothetical market (reLove) of AIDS and other STDs in the next part.

Anyone can guess my stand by now - Obama for President!

Most have dropped their thoughts on the U.S. presidential race, especially the democratic nomination race. So I’d just sum it up my own thoughts - you be the judge.

There are billions of galaxies in the observable universe. and each of them contain hundreds of billions of stars. In one of the galaxies. Orbiting one of these stars. Lies a little blue planet. And this planet is run by a bunch of monkeys…Now these monkeys don’t think of themselves as monkeys. they don’t even think of themselves as animals. in fact, they love to list all the things that they think separate them from the animals. opposable thumbs, self awareness… they use words like homo erectus and ostralopithicus. you say tomato, i say tomatoe. they’re animals alright; they’re monkeys. monkeys with high speed digital fiberoptic technology, but monkeys never-the-less.I mean, they’re clever. you’ve got to give them that. the pyramids, skyscrapers, phantom jets, the great wall of china. that’s all pretty impressive, for a bunch of monkeys.Monkeys whose brains have evolved to such an unmanageable size that it’s pretty much impossible for them to stay happy for any length of time. in fact, they’re the only animals who think they’re supposed to be happy. all the other animals can just BE.

But it’s not that simple for the monkeys.

You see, the monkeys are cursed with consciousness. and so the monkeys are afraid. so the monkeys worry. the monkeys worry about everything, but mostly about what all the other monkeys think. because the monkeys desperately want to fit in with the other monkeys.

Which is pretty hard to do, because a lot of the monkeys hate each other. this is really what separates them from the other animals. these monkeys hate. they hate monkeys that are different. monkeys from different places. monkeys who are different color. you see, the monkeys feel alone: ALL 6 BILLION of them.

Some of the monkeys pay another monkey to listen to their problems. the monkeys want answers. and the monkeys know they are going to die. so the monkeys make up gods. and then they worship them. then the monkeys start to argue over whose made-up god is better. and then the monkeys get really pissed off and this is usually when the monkeys decide that it’s a good time to start killing each other. so the monkeys wage war. the monkeys make hydrogen bombs. the monkeys have got their entire planet wired up to explode. the monkeys just can’t help it.

Some of the monkeys play to a sold out crowd of other monkeys.

The monkeys make trophies, and then they give them to each other… like it means something.

Some of the monkeys think they’ve got it all figured out. some of the monkeys read Nietzsche. the monkeys argue about Nietzsche. without ever giving any consideration to the fact that Nietzsche was just another monkey.

The monkeys make plans. the monkeys fall in love. the monkeys have sex. and then they make more monkeys.

The Monkees make music. and then the monkeys dance. DANCE MONKEYS DANCE!

The monkeys make a hell of a lot of noise. the monkeys have so much potential if they would only apply themselves. the monkeys shave the hair off their bodies in blatant denial of their true monkey nature. the monkeys build giant monkey hives, that they call cities.

The monkeys draw a lot of imaginary lines in the dirt. the monkeys are running out of oil. which is what fuel their precarious civilization. the monkeys are polluting and raping their planet like there’s no tomorrow. the monkeys like to pretend that everything is just fine. some of the monkeys actually believe that the entire universe was created for their benefit. as you can see these are some messed up monkeys. these monkeys are at once the ugliest and the most beautiful creatures on the planet. and the monkeys don’t want to be monkeys, they want to be something else. but they’re not.

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I have decided to delve into some of today’s annoyances (at least to me) And at least with some sense of humor, this is quite subjective and maybe exaggerated to add some effects (drum-roll please?) This means - consider this just humor, no offense.
Can we get started now? Sure!

Human Bill-boards: Just like bumper stickers, another way people express themselves these days is with the cloths they put on. Fine by me! But, don’t make this confusing - especially the girls, please don’t have confusing messages on your dress. For example, I once saw a girl with nice front side with this message on her Tees: “You can only see it, you can’t touch it.” Gosh! What a tease, I’m bet I will be content with just seeing the live “it,” touching isn’t really necessary.

Euphemismist: This set of people are word-construct gurus. Pretty good for you but why do you have to bother anyone with your skills? They constantly make your look stupid with the so much twist they give their sentences, so much that you’re not even sure if those word are in the dictionary or not. Something like : “the oddity of reality is more indubitable” Huh ….?

Homosexuals: I understand the complexity of not finding the smooth, sexy, intricate, sensational opposite sex attractive - perfectly not too confusing, settling for the same-sex. But, do you really need to look that scary while trying to live your lifestyle? With all those black attires, extreme body piercings and tattoos and heavily baggy-ed pants and wears, probably sociality and morals aren’t very good match.

4. Body Extremist: Oh, my favorite group! For fashion, they pierce every place pierce -able (and even those not sanely so), eyes, nose, face, arms, belly, genitals. Did I write genitals? Yes! Genitals. I sometimes wonder if this people must have run into a stack of nails or something. And for those with extreme tattoos? I think the situation is quite obvious…

Sadist: As strange as it might sound that someone enjoys pleasure from inflicting pain, it is sadly true! They constantly haunt for people in harm in an effort to give themselves pleasure and if this harm isn’t coming naturally to anyone around them, they tend to invoke it. Probably you watch out for this kind of people - the loners.

6. The News: Yes, it’s ironic I would mention the news but if you seek to lead a happy life, you’d better stay off those News broadcast (at least maybe minimize it), you can always get relevant news from other sources like the web. Why? Anyone ever noticed how much depressing news is being broadcast? The news will always make it seem like there are no more good happening these days - that we surrounded by so much woes.

In my early high days, I have always thought that when I go to college I would major in something [like, or] related to Industrial designs and Graphics (a.k.a Communications/Computer-aided Designs). In fact, in addition to my science classes, I was taking classes in Fine Arts Somewhere along the way, that love died for the computing(maybe Arts isn’t my forte anyway).

Though it seemed dead, it wasn’t in my blood. Recently, I’m once again getting back my love for arts. All to include: graphic designs, painting, sketches, abstracting and goodly, photography.

More in love with photography, I’ve decided to take on photography as an hobby, an hobby that I hope would be compatible with my love for computing. As a first move, I am deciding on purchasing my first SLR (Single Lens Reflex) camera (if you ask me what this means, I can’t be a wealth of information, I’m so much a novice in photography). In considerations are: Nikon D50 and Canon Rebel 300D

I’m not seeming to find any SLR that fits me budget-wise and that’s telling me my hobby might be quite pricey. Meaning, I’m undecided on which SLR I’d go for at the moment. Till then, I’d need suggestions on which will be recommended for a novice like me, but meanwhile, I will keep anyone, everyone updated on this progress.

In my growing years as a teen, suffering from a broken home and extreme lack of focus, I was critical of humans; Oh! Not just humans but anything that can be criticized.

With today’s technology, we have even become more retracted than ever. We emerge in internet-ary, alleviate fears with calls to “pals,” fill in our voids with text messages – the result? Depreciated human relationships.

We as a generation have lost touch with humanity. In which I mean, we can’t understand how to genuinely love, hate, be affectionate, console, compliment or show regular human emotions. Now, we are more comfortable with social-networks and IMs, we understand the language of a/s/l (age, sex, location), lol (laugh out loud), ttyl (talk to you later), ilu (I love you), more than physical interaction. We can’t appreciate ourselves anymore, we take ourselves for granted and abuse ourselves, and other human’s existence.

For we who are willing to stand out, willing to touch the human nature, willing to return to the originality of our emotions – forsake the [inter]net-motion, transfer the net-affection to human affections.

How much do you express gratitude to others? How often do you compliment? Do you truly adore human’s uniqueness? Do you care about others? Do you tolerate others?

Imagine how much better you would feel if you were truly loved, truly appreciated, truly adored or truly complimented. This is a call to make it start from you. Begin the chain of happiness, share it, show joy to others, and bring kindness with you wherever you are. Irrespective of situations, sincerely cater for others need. As infectious as your emotions began to get, there is enough of true emotions to go around.

I have found that there is no greater connection to souls than this:

The more you give; the more you will receive.

Article Inspired by my Late friend: Ms. Uduak “George” Umoh (1985 – 2006)

I wish I could walk around nude like in it was the Stone Age, but I can’t - it is against the law.

I really wish I can get my share of every rich person assets, No! I can’t - they are far too greedy

I wish everyday were a “Free Hugs Day”; but it wouldn’t - everyone has decided to hoard hugs [and maybe kisses].

I wish I could sincerely tell people how I really feel about them; but I can’t – I need to be politically correct.

I wish we don’t have to learn anything, but No – we were born stupid.

I wish I could drop out of western education, instead, learn the way nature designed my brain to think, but I can’t – I have to accept the conventional western styled education, stock my brain with information I might never use because I never understood them in the first place.

I wish I could ask God few question, but I can’t – Humans invented God, it lives in our brains.

I wish everyone could be good, loving, kind and all those good things, but they can’t – the world will be too boring and everyone, predictable (not a good thing).

I wish the World was governed by one ruler, but it can’t – everyone considers their idea superior.

I wish people can accept good judgments, but they can’t – all are regarded as sentiments, no one knows any better.

I wish there was no death or the fear of it, but that can’t be – this is nature recycling mechanism I have come to appreciate.

I wish I am multi-talented, having the brains of Einstein, Beethoven, Picasso and the likes, but I can’t – they are needs for diversity.

I wish I can instantly eradicate annoying persons, who are most especially pest, but I can’t – the laws permit their existence.

I wish I can take out the World’s troubles, but I can’t – this world must have troubles, and someone needs to have them.

I wish there were not so much bosses, allowing not bottom-up, but side-side communications, but it can’t be – there’s always a call for differentiation.

I wish I can be lazy and get away with it every time, but I can’t – the principle always stand, what you give in is what you take out.

I wish I didn’t have to write this, but I did – Now, it’s off me!

As a strong Dilbert fan, i have decided to be putting up my favorite strip, starting with this: