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ALWAYS AND 4EVER

About Me


"Herein lie buried many things which if read with patience may show the strange meaning of being black here in the dawning of the Twentieth Century. This meaning is not without interest to you, Gentle Reader; for the problem of the Twentieth Century is the problem of the color-line."
W.E.B. Du Bois~~The Souls Of Black Folk~~(1903)


JUSTICE CLARENCE THOMAS aka "STEAMBOAT"
"SO I CAN BREAK-OFF 'W' AND BE SECRETARY OF STATE!"
REV. "CASHFLOW" DOLLAR
"PIMPIN', UH, I MEAN, PREACHIN' AIN'T EASY!"
July 28th, 1956
Who Is The Original Man?
THE above question is now answered from the mouth of Allah (God), to us, the so-called Negroes, for the first time since our straying away from our own nation.
This secret of God and the devil has been a mystery to the average one of mankind, to be revealed in all of its clearness to one who was so ignorant that he knew not even himself, born blind, deaf, and dumb in the wilderness of North America.
All praise is due to the Great Mahdi (Allah in Person), Who was to come and has come the Sole Master of the Worlds. I ask myself at time, "What can I do to repay Allah (the Great Mahdi, Fard Muhammad) for His coming, wisdom, knowledge and understanding?
Born in the southern part of this Wilderness (Wilderness of Sin), where the Man of Sin has always manifested himself to us, the so-called Negroes, that he was really the evil one by the way he treated us. Yet, we were made so dumb that we still couldn't recognize him.The truth of him is now being told and taught throughout the world to his anger and sorrow. He is losing no time trying to hinder this truth of the above question, who is the Original man?He is setting watchers and listeners around me and my followers to see if he can find some other charge to put against us to satisfy his anger of the truth that we preach from the mouth of Allah, Who is with us in Person.
THE ORIGINAL MAN, Allah has declared is none other than the Black Man. The first and last, maker and owner of the Universe, from him came all brown, yellow, red and white. By using a special method of birth control law he was able to produce the white race.The true knowledge of the black and white mankind should be enough to awaken the so-called Negroes, put them on their feet and on the road to self-independence. Yet, they are so afraid of the slavemasters that they even love them to their destruction and wishes that the bearer of truth would not tell the truth even if he knows it.
The time has arrived when it must be told the world over for there are millions who don't know who the Original Man is. Why should this question be put before the world today? Because it is the TIME of judgment between the two (black and white) and without that knowledge of the Original Man, it means to be without knowledge of the rightful owner of the earth.ALLAH (to Whom praise is due) is now pointing out to the nations of earth their rightful places and his judgment will bring an end to war over it.Now it is so easy to recognize the Original man, the real owner of the earth by the history of the two (black and white) . We have an unending past history of the black nation, and a limited one of the white race.We find that history teaches that the earth was populated by the black nation ever since it was created, but the history of the white race doesn't take us beyond 6,000 years.Everywhere the white race has gone on our planet, he either found the Original Man or a sign that he had been there previously.Allah is proving to the world of black man that the white race actually doesn't own any part of our planet.THE BIBLE and Holy Quran bears witness to the above said, if you are able to understand it. The Holy Our-an, the beauty of Scriptures repeatedly challenges them to point out or show the part of the heavens an earth that they created?It further teaches that they are not even their own creators. We created man (white race) from a small life germ, the soft pronoun "we" used nearly throughout the Holy Quran makes the knowledge of the Original Man much clearer and of more intelligent knowledge of how the white race's creation took place.In the Bible referring to their creation we have US (Gen. 3:26) creating or rather making the race, the US and WE used show beyond a shadow of a doubt that they came from another people.A KNOWLEDGE of the white race removes once and for all times the mistakes that would be made in dealing with them. My followers and I can and are getting along with them in a more understandable way than ever, because we know them.You can't blame one for the way he or she was born, for they had nothing to do with that. Can we say to them why don I t you do righteousness when Nature did not give righteousness to them? Or say to them why are you such a wicked devil? Who is responsible; the made or his maker?Yet this doesn't excuse us for following and practicing his evil, or accepting him for a righteous guide just because he is not his maker.
"On November 15, 218 B.C., Hannibal, a full-blooded 'Negro,' marching through conquered territory in Spain and France, performed the astounding feat of crossing the Alps. With only 26,000 of his original force of 82,000 men remaining, he defeated Rome, the mightiest military power of that age, who had a million men, in every battle for the next fifteen years. Hannibal is the father of military strategy. His tactics are still taught in the leading military academies of the United States, England, France, Germany and other lands.
Hannibal is usually depicted as a white man, but his coins in the British Museum and the Museo Kercheriano, Rome, show him to have been an African of purest type with rings in his ears. Col. Hennebert, perhaps the leading authority on Hannibal, declares that none of the several differing portraits now exhibited as Hannibal is he, "We do not possess any authentic portrait of Hannibal," he says. (Histoire d'Annibal, Vol. I, p. 495, Paris, 1870). These coins were struck by Hannibal while he was in Italy. In the absence of other information the most logical argument is that they bore his own effigy, the more so, as the several kinds of them bear the same likeness. Above all, let us remember that he was an African".
From 100 AMAZING FACTS ABOUT THE NEGRO WITH COMPLETE PROOF, by J.A. Rogers, first published in the 1930's.
THE NEGRO NATIONAL ANTHEM
"Lift every voice and sing, till earth and Heaven ring, Ring with the harmonies of liberty; Let our rejoicing rise, high as the listening skies, Let it resound loud as the rolling sea. Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us, Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us; Facing the rising sun of our new day begun, Let us march on till victory is won.
Stony the road we trod, bitter the chastening rod, Felt in the days when hope unborn had died; Yet with a steady beat, have not our weary feet, Come to the place for which our fathers sighed? We have come over a way that with tears has been watered, We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered; Out from the gloomy past, till now we stand at last Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.
God of our weary years, God of our silent tears, Thou Who hast brought us thus far on the way; Thou Who hast by Thy might, led us into the light, Keep us forever in the path, we pray. Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee. Lest our hearts, drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee. Shadowed beneath Thy hand, may we forever stand, True to our God, true to our native land."
If We Must Die
If we must die, let it not be like hogs
hunted and penned in an inglorious spot.
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs
Making their mock at our accursèd lot. If we must die, O let us nobly die,
So that our precious blood may not be shed
in vain; Then even the monsters we defy
shall be constrained to honor us though dead!
O kinsmen! we must meet the common foe!
Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,
And for their thousand blows deal one death-blow!
What though before us lies the open grave?
Like men we'll face the murderous, cowardly pack,
Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!
Claude McKay
(1889-1948)
.. Black Consciousness 24/7:
Click Here~KNOWLEDGE=POWER How do you stand the smell of burning flesh Interrupted dreams......interrupted success Taken away while a Ghostly crowd shouts hooray How do you stand as an onlooker Your children upon your shoulders Ghostly spectators Just to take a peek Of a black face that hangs from a tree How do you place a rope around his neck, then tie the knot A black face who's only crime was being born someone you are not So proud that you even take shots Pictures develop in your children's minds as they watch Blue and white collar trash given front seats, free to take shots So proud you even give the moment a title~ Coon burning~A bar-b-que~a repeated cycle
How do you stand the smell of burning flesh A black face burned to mesh Rope burns around his neck How do you lynch a mother and her child For her sun kissed skin she is accused of being something wild Black bodies hang and burn like wild fires Black bodies beaten, torn, while the crowd never grew tired Can you imagine what it is like to hang from a tree Feel fire beneath your feet Hear the birds vacate their homes as they loudly tweet Not only has nature been disrupted But future relationships amongst blacks and whites has been corrupted How do you heal the damage of my Fathers, my Mothers My Sisters my Brothers my Fore-Fathers and Fore -Mothers Nightmares haunt me seeing them hanging from a tree You are now concerned with the destruction of Nature not the life you took to the Forest and hung from Nature's trees You now plant seeds to grow new trees While Blacks dig up dirt in remembrance Of a time when things were very different Or are they .........So the next time you discover a Tree in the Forest that is burning Just know this, that somewhere is a Black man or Black Woman Who smelled the smoke long before the fire started
Lynching: A White Man's legacy- A Black Man's tragedy"BLACK TIE AFFAIR"~~ By Jacqueline E. Price~ From The Book: Reflections~The View From My Window



My Interests



"Just because you meet a female who wears a jersey that says "CHAMPION" and eats a bowl of Wheaties that don't make her a winner. Will she tear down doors and knock out the anti-playas for your money? Will she go the distance? Will you be the one with the checkered flag in your hand? And remember, EVERYTHING is done on the approach."

Text inscribed on the Tomb of the Unknown Pimp

"PEOPLE OF EARTH, MY PIMP HAND IS STRONG.
DON'T HATE."

"IS IT IN YOU?"

'BIG BOY'

'CLASS OF 2011'

"GUESS WHICH ONE IS MINE?"

~~In Another Life:I was Hannibal’s sonStrong, Wise, Epic, Handsome.Magnificent in my loneAmbition, I moved mountainsOut of my way. Later onAs times dictatedI came back asHarriet Tubman’s spine…Crouched in the dark ofBlood-hounded nights,But never quite supine.Dissatisfied withMakeshift freedom, I liftedMyself up...Brushed away the mud andShape-shifted into the genius ofFrederick Douglass’ mind.I read and I wrote and spokeNaked truths, and IRevolutionizedIn my own time.I sweltered yetToughed-out lifeIn the DeltaAnd in desperate need forTransferenceI recited my Blues note toWC Handy. he dug it deeply.I was that mercury in Jellyroll’sFingers and hot damn, how we could jam!We died a mysterious death. ButThe spirit wasn’t thru with me.Oddly enough I came back asThe bloated Blues in Bessie’s belly.We ran deep, deep asThe pool of blood onHospital steps that refused toAdmit this dying Gut-bucket Empress.Around this time Garvey tippedHis feathered hat to me. He smiledBut was oh so deadly serious.I was a colored kid, back thenA grasshopperAt the knee of my Uncle Langston.He called me “Nephew”...As we sat onThe stoops of HarlemWatching the movingRhythm of our people,He, in his fedora, andMe, in sly pork pie.And we poeted… oh,How we poeted, yo!A few years after, I moved west,Took to hanging with a cat called“Detroit Red.” We conked our hair,We smoked unfiltered cigarettes.And something I whispered in Detroit’s earMorphed his posture into Malcolm X.I shape-shifted againInto a strange clairvoyantCat who whispered:"You don’t need toGo to Memphis, Martin!"But Martin always was a hard-headed,Dreamer. Yes, I believe he’d heard me.He just refused to listen.But in my reincarnation heydayI made mad art from suffering.I blew the muse into Coltrane's left earAnd he nodded, ‘cause he understood it, deeply.I scatted dat jazzed nonsenseIn Ella's better ear And she went all crazy with its hepness...I gave Mahalia her spirituals, an lawdKnows how that girl could blow...I left a Blue Moan in Nina’s soul,And put that holla in Aretha’s throat.In the 60s, I flexed and grewMy hair into proud and radicalShapes. I screamedMy message fromA panther’s lips, andI hoisted my outrageInto upraised fist.I came out fightingHuey P. Newton-styleFrom these shackles ofA defiled existenceI punched and jabbedThru the victimhoodOf centuries...I upped my game, proclaimedMy fameAnd changed my name toMuhammad Ali.Yes, I’ve lived many lives,Shape-shifted into countless formsI’ve affected Dukes and Earls andKings and Queens. I amA scab brown memory, Just scratch me, andI’ll bleed for you…You might not know me, baby.But I’m as old and forgotten asHistory. A history rarely taught inYour school.One.
Poem by LM Ross

I'd like to meet:

MUHAMMAD ALI, JOHN F. KENNEDY, J-LO, BILL GATES, THE $&#%@*&# THAT BLEW UP MY 1st SPACE!, LANGSTON HUGHES, FREDERICK DOUGLASS, HILLARY CLINTON, GOOD PEOPLE



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*The PIMP Commandments*

I. Thou shall not snitch.
II. Thou shall not infiltrate.
III. Thou shall not perpetrate.
IV. Thou shall not playa hate.
V. Thou shall not hoe trust.
VI. Thou shall not hoe say.
VII. Thou shall not pay a trick.
VIII. Thou shall not disrespect the game.
IX. Thou shall not be broke.
X. Thou shall not be without the necessities.

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"Be still like a mountain and flow like a great river" - Lao Tse

Music:



THE GODFATHER
SOUL BROTHER N0. 1




Movies:

HORROR CLASSICS, THE DAY THE EARTH STOOD STILL, THE GODFATHER PARTS I,II, CABIN IN THE SKY, GLADIATOR, SPARTACUS, IMITATION OF LIFE, GLORY, BLAZING SADDLES, OLD WESTERNS, BLAXPLOITATION, RUDY(STOP LAUGHING), SOLDIER'S STORY/RAGTIME, MCQUEEN/EASTWOOD, AMERICAN GIGOLO(WARDROBE), EARLY SPIKE LEE JOINTS, THE BLUES BROTHERS, THE COLOR PURPLE, BOGART/CAGNEY, SIDNEY POITIER, ANYTHING THAT'S NOT STUPID

Television:

ESPN, MSNBC, TCM, TVLAND, THE HISTORY CHANNEL

Books:

Manhood, The Lesson
I once thought Manhood was A musky cologne… A dangerous song That came on like A switchblade, Long and sharp And deadly In my pocket.I thought it MANifested In a jock-strap, A new Cadillac... In a designer suit, In a smoooove rap In neighborhood juice…See, Manhood had These Strong Hands And Huge-ass Biceps Hairy knuckles A broad chest And it always drove Fast And recklessly.It was measured In inches, clocked By cock-size In the width Of shoulder spans And in one-night standsBut strangely None of these Things ever Made me A man… left me Longing, Left me empty Kept me reaching For some deeper Meaning. I once thoughtManhood Was a sliver of Meat, hard And Thick, Menacing, And full of Promiscuous tricks.It was this Presence, In a posture That didn’t have shit To do with my Interior. I used to thinkThis was Manhood: A snarl, a frown, A furrowed brow, A hot tongue To show I was Always down.A bottle of Hennie, Cheap wine Or a 40… My hand on my crotch, My third-eye on watch A fast fist A simian bop A well-timed Middle-finger To prove I was no PunkYeah... Manhood, I wanted to wear it Like a musky cologne, Carry it Like a switchblade That was sharp And useful And Deadly In my pocket.I now believe To be a Man Is to survive Adversity… To rise from My knees And thrive In my humanity.It’s something You earn, Not something You’re given… But something That you must learn to Own.To be A Man Is a rough gig, But it’s real, and It’s honest... It’s full of pain And fears Unafraid to be Acknowledged.It’s the song And the poem Composed Of myself It’s my own unique and Singular sonnet...And I try Like Hell To sing it Daily.Because no other Soul Can write its lyricsBut me!
One.Lin (aka L.M. ROSS)
The 48 Rules Of Power, The Purpose Driven Life, The Autobigraphy of Malcolm X, Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison, Iceberg Slim, Maya Angelou, Donald Goines, Walter Mosley, Isaac Asminov, James Baldwin, Walt Whitman, Manchild In The Promised Land, John Updike, LeRoi Jones, Dr.Rollo May, Dr.John Henrik Clarke, Cheikh Anta Diop

Heroes:

MY PARENTS(Rest In Peace), JOE NAMATH, THA' MIGHTY FLORIDA GATORS!, ANYBODY TRYING TO DO THE RIGHT THING.

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"SORRY, JAY-Z, BUT I GOTTA HAVE IT!"

"Having no way as the way. Having no limitation as your limitation."- Bruce Lee

My Blog

MY RACIST MANIFESTO

As the presidential election grows near, it is obvious to me that America is still a country separated by race. Now that is not news to me: I am a 51-year old Black Man born and raised in the deepest ...
Posted by 4EverTravel on Sat, 03 May 2008 12:08:00 PST

DETOX**

DETOX** aka "How I'm Trying To Get My Shit Together"I'm sure by now all have stopped tuning in to this station so the object of this little ditty is not to entertain, educate or edify anyone in partic...
Posted by 4EverTravel on Sun, 13 Apr 2008 01:04:00 PST

TRAVEL vs MLK

Today is a day that has been set aside to honor the legacy of one of the most important figures in American history. Oh, it's okay, I know one day I'll probably be recognized. Maybe they will name a c...
Posted by 4EverTravel on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 04:08:00 PST

In Search of 4EverTravel

It's a new year but in my world just another day. I did make some resolutions but I'm absolutely positive I will keep none of them. That's how I roll. I tell myself that I'm going to live a drama-free...
Posted by 4EverTravel on Sat, 12 Jan 2008 09:06:00 PST

2007 - A PERSPECTIVE

At some point in your life, shit starts to slow down. At least that's what I've heard and been hoping and praying for. I seem to hop out of a Formula One race car straight into the cockpit of a fighte...
Posted by 4EverTravel on Wed, 19 Dec 2007 06:08:00 PST

NOTES FROM "MR. T"

Yo, homeboys and girls! Travel has been on a journey of sorts, travelling to the outer reaches of that place known as "My Life", reflecting on this and that. That's what bad-boys-turned-kinda-good do,...
Posted by 4EverTravel on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 06:08:00 PST

NEVER WAS A STAR

Greetings and Blessings to you all in the name of Allah. Have I gone Muslim, you say? Hell naw, I just thought it sounded cool. I remember back in college when the brothers from the Nation of Islam us...
Posted by 4EverTravel on Tue, 06 Nov 2007 06:49:00 PST

4Ever 101

TO ALL MY PEOPLE IN THE STRUGGLE:I know it's been awhile and I hope this offering finds you and yours in a progressive state of mind. If we are not making progress, we are going backwards. You cannot ...
Posted by 4EverTravel on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 12:08:00 PST

4EVER A CLASSIC

Editor's Note: From time to time Mr. Travel feels it is necesary to show that he has sustained his literarry brilliance and unchecked ego over the span of his MySpace existence. That, and I ain't feel...
Posted by 4EverTravel on Sun, 30 Sep 2007 03:57:00 PST

THE RISE AND FALL OF A G

My life has one major theme these days; the passage of time. My just-turned teenager daughter is constantly concened about being older. That it will be "two-thousand and whatever" when she's forty yea...
Posted by 4EverTravel on Sat, 15 Sep 2007 10:59:00 PST