This above all; to thine own self be true. William Shakespeare

Martin Luther King Jr.

Well, I can say that I am very surprised to be logged back in here musing along so soon. Usually it takes me a couple of weeks to get a hankering up for a good piss and moan session.

I haven’t felt well lately. I could sleep forever. All I need is a bathroom and a couch or bed and my life would be fulfilled. I also need power to go to that little 2 room shack consisting of a place to nest and a place to poop. I also need an unending supply of benadryl and beer. What more could a guy ask for? Well, a lot, I guess.

A little advertisement for Obama coins came on the television the other day while I was watching, and I rolled my eyes, sitting all alone with the television. The “yes we can”/”I have faith in the american people” rhetoric was just overwhelming to me for some reason. I suppose it’s because THE AMERICAN PEOPLE CAN’T DO ANYTHING TO CHANGE THIS INSANE WORLD…or the crapped out economy. I guess if you tell yourself something long enough, you start believing it. I think this guy actually believes all of this.

If I’ve learned anything from this past election, it’s that there is still a big problem of racism in the United States. I’m not just talking about whites being racist towards blacks. Overall…I think that everyone is somewhat racist. Maybe not racist…maybe it’s pride in their own heritage. I know that I’ve seen some of the most racist things said by black people, though. Many Mexican people are racists. I suppose the one thing that ties humans all together in this crazy world is that we all think we (our heritage) are the best.  I like to think that I’m not racist. Yeah, I’ll tell a racist joke every now and then. That doesn’t make me racist, it makes me funny. I take every opportunity I can to tell a joke. I am an equal opportunity offender.

In the United States, obviously, the major problem between blacks and whites is the whole slavery issue that was prevelant until approximately 150 years ago. In the United States, it was primarily whites that owned black slaves. There were also black slave owners. Hell, there are black slave owners now. Not in the United States, but there still is a such thing as slavery in the world. Every color, creed, nationality, and race has been enslaved at some time or another. What about the African people that sold the slaves. One thing I don’t understand is a black person wanting to go back to the “motherland”. Yes, in the United States, they have to live with the ancestors of people that enslaved them. In Africa, they live with the ancestors of the ones that sold them into slavery.

“I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.” – Martin Luther King Jr. – “I have a dream”

What MLK wanted is a far cry from what is going on today. Why can’t it be like that quote?

I love you whether you be black, white, yellow, green or purple.

-Beans

David Cook, Archaleto, and Davie Crocket. I’m not racist. I just wanted to be treated with respect.

Alright…yes. I named this blog as such just to get views. It’s true. I try to cater to the readers. Or trick them into reading crap they don’t really care to read about.

Today, I drove SEVERAL hundred miles. I was tired by the time I got to the hotel.

I spent, really, very little time with my customers, and more time driving. Much more time driving.

I’m going to be totally translucent, here.

I got up this morning and took a shower. I used soap. I used a razor. I shaved my head. I shaved my nasty overgrown neck. I put on clean underwear. I brushed my teeth (I swear). I packed up my crap, and got on the road. The computer was in the passenger seat for a few miles of the way; simply because I have to check my stuff every once in awhile.

Well, I was riding down the road trying to whistle using my two forefingers, singing, and making any other noise I could imagine making. I blew air between a couple of my teeth, and breathed in at the same time (it’s not as difficult as it sounds), and my breath stunk. It stank. I smelled it. I did the cupped hand thing over the mouth and couldn’t smell anything. But when I blew through my front teeth, it smelled like bad breath.

I went to the local Target store for teeth cleaning supplies. Here’s where this little blog might get a little controversial: I’m not sure I saw a white person working at the Target store. That’s not really the controversial part. Every single one of the employees at the Target store was snotty to me. Is it because I’m white? I noticed that the vast majority of the shoppers were white. The vast majority of the employees were dark. I wonder if they treat every white colored person the way they treated me. I asked a nice young Target woman, in the most polite way I knew how, “Where are the sunglasses?” (I don’t wear expensive sunglasses, because I lose them). She pointed diagonally across the store, looked back down to what she was doing (folding a shirt) and said, “Just go straight and you’ll see them.”. Are you fucking kidding me? Go straight? Diagonally across the store? Ok. Fine. I could see where she was pointing. I found the sunglasses. I found a pair that didn’t really fit me that well. Cop sunglasses. That’s what they were, and that’s what I wanted. It’s just that they didn’t look that good on me. I’ll see what they look like when I’m in a suit or shorts and t-shirt; rather than khakis and a dress shirt.

I took my teeth cleaning supplies, gum, shaving cream, and sunglasses to the front to pay for them.

After I ran my card and the transaction went through, I said, “Thank you very much,”. Guess what she (the darker colored Target employee) said. “Uh huh,” she said. I shit you not. I said “thank you”, and she said “uh huh”. I don’t care if you’re white or black. That’s fucking rude. The bitch.

I love you, but I’ve been drinking. I have so much more in my brain to type, but can no longer continue. I’m sorry about the short blogging.

-Beans™