6 Things Ray J Can Do Besides Claim He Hit It First

I was reluctant to post on Urban Mogul Life about Ray J and his shinanagins, but why not? The lil dude is tripping to the 3rd degree with this wack song, and now he has the matching video to go along with it. And as I watched the cheesy smiles he gives the camera in the video, or the look-a-like Kim Kardashian prancing across the screen and all I think of was how dog lost. And instead of catching L’s maybe he should focus his lame elsewhere. So here are 6 things Raymond can do besides claim he hit it first.

  1. Concentrate on getting out of his sister’s shadow – Maybe Brandy can get him a job on “The Game” or something. Maybe she can pull her BET strings and get his ass a spot next to Bow Wow on 106 and Park. Brandy do your lil bro a solid. 
  2. Figure out a way to resurrect his 2 minute career – I mean was he a rapper or a singer? I’m confused. And can any Mogul name a song he dropped? Me neither. Oh wait, there was that song with Lil Kim. Score one for Ray J.
  3. Get back on his Money Team duties – Doesn’t Floyd Mayweather have a big fight this weekend. I am sure the lil dude Ray J can help carry a belt or two to the ring for him. Continue reading

The Night Michael Jackson Changed My World

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If you know me you know that I am a Michael Jackson fan. I have a 25 pound “coffee table” book to prove that claim. But I wasn’t always this cool. Growing up back in the day yo boy was a country music enjoyer. Only because my Grand-Moms used to bump that music early in the morning. And because of that, I ate my pancakes singing Kenny Rogers and Dolly Partons greatest hits. I was so much of a little junkie that my Ma-Dukes had a few worries about me. But 30 years ago this week, all of that changed.

This week marks the 30th anniversary of when Michael Jackson took to the stage during the Motown 25th Anniversary special. You know how you always know where you were when a certain event popped off? Well I know exactly where I was when Michael took to the stage.

30 years ago this week I could have easily been off playing with my Star Wars action figures. Making Darth Vader chase down Luke Skywalker in my bedroom oblivious of what was happening in the real world. But Ma-Dukes made sure I put down my toys to enjoy what she anticipated on being momentous. Continue reading

Things I Care About More Than Lance Armstrong & His Doping

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So it looks like Lance Armstrong will sit down and confess his steroid use to Oprah Winfrey, and Danny P could not care less. First of all dude denied this for like 30 years, so why now is he coming to the forefront? If it were me I would be on some “you know lames be hatin cause I was winning all of those races and shit!! Trying to tarnish my name with nonsense. But hell naw, I ain’t take no juice Oprah!!!” I would roll with that lie until they put flowers on me. But he is coming forward in an interview that will air this Thursday. I know some of you will be all in, but I don’t care. In fact I compiled a list of things I care more about than Lance and his juice.

  1. Can I get a mock chicken leg made of something else than swine? I loved those things back in high-school all the way up until I found out the shits are made of Porky fucking Pig!!!! I guess that is what the mock means right? Damn shame.
  2. What the hell Star Wars Episode VII will be about? I mean all of the Sith are dead, who else can the Jedi fight? Does Luke turn over to the dark side? What about Chewie? Is he still alive? Questions.  Continue reading

Allow Me To Re-Introduce Myself…. My Name Is

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…….Danny P Ocean (and the P stands for Poitier). I am the director of Food and Beverage here at UrbanMogulLife. I enjoy summer nights in New Orleans with a jug of that hurricane, but you can call it slurricane. Ya dig?

I am hip-hop, I am class, I am Mogul, I am a gentleman, I am Malcolm X looking out the window with a piece. I am Marcus Garvey mixed with a little John Lennon who was mixed with Air Jordans and came out Cool. Daily. Even on my off days. I’ve been known to come thru the block in any thing that’s fly. I’m complex. I don’t have wings. Ya dig?

I’m so Milwaukee and summers in the country. In the heat of the moment I drink the lemonade from the lemons that were dealt. And ask for more. I’m confident. I’m humble. I’m reserved. I’m life. I’m 1988, I’m Bboy. I’m the theme song that plays whenever the hero enters the room. I’m the Fresh. I Am. Ya dig?

Men…. When You Marry A Drama Queen…. Expect Drama

I could care less about what happens in celebrity households honestly. Half the time I have my own nonsense to deal with. But with the drama that popped off this weekend with Chad Johnson, I felt the need to say a thing or two. Well actually one…. Don’t marry a drama queen/king Moguls!! It usually will end one way, drama popping off.

I don’t follow reality tv as much as I did when Real World 1 came out back in the the early 90′s, so I am not well versed on Evelyn Lozada. However many of you do, and I have plenty of friends who partake. I have gathered from video clips and dialogue with lady-friends that Ms. Lozada loves drama. She likes to toss bottles on other women, likes to fight in public areas, and from the sounds of it is nothing more than a hood rat who can’t control her emotions. So with that being said, is anyone surprised by the events that transpired between Chad and Evelyn?If you date/marry a firecracker, don’t be surprised if it backfires on you.

As a man you have to be smarter about who you choose to build your picket fence with. Good looks aren’t everything. If you know your lady-friend can blow up at the drop of a dime, why put yourself in that situation? Is the gamble worth it? Is your career worth it. These two have been married less than a season, not a television season, a meteorological season.  She catches him with a receipt for condoms and the shit hits the fan. While said shit was fan hitting, someone caught the other with a headbutt. And now Chad Johnson has a problem on his hands.

Was it worth it Chad?

Would you do it all again?

Ms. Lozada will milk this incident for all it is worth, believe that.

Evelyn Lozada has few words for Chad Johnson after his arrest for allegedly head-butting her — first, stop blaming me … and second, get help for your problems, now.

Evelyn tells TMZ, “I am deeply disappointed that Chad has failed to take responsibility for his actions and made false accusations against me…It is my sincere hope that he seeks the help he needs to overcome his troubles. Domestic violence is not okay and hopefully my taking a stand will help encourage other women to break their silence as well.”

Most women if they were in a marriage of love would not be making statements right now. I would think that they would be somewhere getting their mind right. However from the sounds of it Evelyn Lozada found the nearest person who would listen to her song. Hmmmm. Maybe someone should have taken a stance when she was running up on all those females and this situation could have been averted.

I don’t know who did what to whom since I wasn’t there. And unless at some point both of their stories coincide, I will never know. But what I do know is if you lay with firecrackers something just might pop off!!

Perspective: This Eric Benet “Redbone” Nonsense Must Stop

Let me make this clear off top…. I am not an Eric Benet fan. Nothing against dude at all, but he just ain’t what I would pop in when it is chill time with my lady friend. It could be possible that my lack of interest goes back to the fact that the homie used to walk around bare-footed. Not sure, and don’t care. I understand non-interest. But with all of that being said, people are tripping about his new song called Redbone Girl.

“Redbone girl…. you came and you changed my world. Just like in the movies!”

If everyone was mad about the fact that the song is horrible I would nod my head in agreement and keep it moving. If the point of discussion was how wack Lil Wayne sounded, I would have shut my mouth and thought to each it’s own. But the matter of discussion seems to be focused on the fact that Eric Benet decided to sing his ode to one particular “light-skinned” lady. Like for real? Is there not anything else to pout about Black America?

A few facts we must look into before everyone gets their undies in a bunch.

  • Eric Benet is not the darkest brother. Dude ain’t looking like Wesley Snipes singing praises of light-skinned women from a mountain top. Pleighboi is light-skinned, or should I say lighter than the average dark skinned brother.
  • Eric Benet once made a song called Chocolate Legs. Where was the out cry then? Was it wrong for Mr. Benet to sing a song about a pair of chocolate legs? Did the light-skinned population get up in arms about their lack of song time?
  • Eric Benet stated at the top of the song that he loves all shades of women, this song was just about an episode of his love career. And we do remember that he was/is addicted to sex. So it is safe to assume that a)with his status he sexed a few women in his day (Halle Berry) b) he is REALLY addicted to sex. Most men love sex as it is, so for one to admit that he is addicted, he must REALLY love a good piece of nookey!!
  • Light-skinned women are Black people TOO!!

Now if Eric would have said all I love is light-skinned women y’all dark ones ain’t shit!! I would sympathized with everyone’s story. But for a man to sing about redbones and everyone getting mad is a perfect example of the ignorant self-hatred that has plagued us since the “house-nigga”/”field-nigga” days. I thought Spike Lee told us to wake up with School Daze? We still tripping.? Yeah Eric Bent likes redbones. Who doesn’t? Hell I like them also. But I also like blackbones, whitebowns, brownbones, tanbones, purplebones, pancakebones, etcbones. I love womenbones and I am sure Eric Benet as well, and so does every other man who doesn’t have a complex of some sort.

The deeper problem here is our self-hate that equates the closer the skin is to white the more beautiful it looks. WRONG! That shit been out of style since Al B. Sure. Ninja…A-A-AL B. Sure!! Real people in the community don’t care about skin tones as much as some people think they should. You can walk through any Black community and see all types of shades playing, spooning, grooving, laughing together. As a matter of fact you can walk into plenty of households and have a rainbow coalition of shades in any room at any given time. Black people come in all shades and hues, and some people may decide to sing about a particular shade from time to time. No harm, no foul.

The bigger issue that should be addressed is the hypocritical hate that permeates the community. On one hand we get upset because Eric Benet sings a tune about a light-skinned woman, BUT we talk about Baby Blue because she has features from her father (big nose and lips). Word…..

What we need to have a focused effort on is making sure that with all this “redbone” love the jerry-curl doesn’t make a triumphant return.

The Trilogy Syndrome….. Where Are You Now??

I recently took in The Dark Knight Rises as hundreds of thousands other Americans did this past weekend. And while it was a fantastic flick it got me to thinking about how time flies when you are waiting for a trilogy to finish. The Dark Knight trilogy started way back in 2005, seems like a long time ago doesn’t it? But what seems even longer was when Batman Begins came first came out and we knew we had at least 6 years before we got to the 3rd film.  Hell when Batman Begins hit theaters we still had W in the oval office, now Kool Barack Ski is trying to reup. Time flies.

So let’s just assume that the average trilogy takes about 7 years to complete. Starting from today where do you see yourself in 7 years? Married with children, getting your Al Bundy on? Will you be the owner for the team you play for? Or will you still be stuck in that rut talking about how it is going to get sweeter later? It’s up to you, you are the sole controller of your destiny. Even though at times we lose sight of the big picture because we are focusing on the small details. It’s hard to see Mona Lisa when we are staring at a strand of her hair.

Life is like a Ferris Bueller quote , it moves so fast that if you don’t stop now and then to smell the roses you just might miss it. Whether it is relationships or what have you, we often times are not satisfied with where our life is. So what do we end up doing? Staying pat and blowing a few more precious years in the process. Before you know it, another trilogy has come and gone and we are still stuck in the same mud we were in when the first flick dropped. Almost feeling like quicksand.

But don’t lose hope Moguls. True, life is what happens when we are busy making other plans. But that detour we didn’t envision may just be the scenic route that’s needed to put your movement in perspective. Sometimes moments like that  make us stronger and help us to appreciate the things that are right in our lives. No we can’t stop the hands of time no more than we can stop the rain from falling; but with careful and active participation when Avengers 3 drops we can be where we think we should be.

 

Mogul Perspective: The Night Watchman

 

Dear American People,

Once upon a time the government had a vast scrap yard in the middle of a desert. Congress said, “Someone may steal from it at night.” So they created a night watchman position and hired a person for the job. Then Congress said, “How does the watchman do his job without instruction?” So they created a planning department and hired two people, one person to write the instructions, and one person to do time studies. Then Congress said, “How will we know the night watchman is doing the tasks correctly?” So they created a Quality Control department and hired two people. One was to do the studies and one was to write the reports. Then Congress said, “How are these people going to get paid?” So they created two positions: a time keeper and a payroll officer; then hired two people. Then Congress said, “Who will be accountable for all of these people?” So they created an administrative section and hired three people, an Administrative Officer, Assistant Administrative Officer, and a Legal Secretary. Then Congress said, “We have had this command in operation for one year and we are $918,000 over budget, we must cut back.” So they laid-off the night watchman.

NOW slowly…let it sink in.

Quietly, we go like sheep to slaughter. Does anybody remember the reason given for the establishment of the DEPARTMENT OF ENERGY during the Carter administration?

Anybody? Anything? No? Didn’t think so!

Bottom line is, we’ve spent several hundred billion dollars in support of an agency, the reason for which very few people who read this can remember! Ready?? It was very simple… and at the time, everybody thought it very appropriate. The Department of Energy was instituted on 8/04/1977, TO LESSEN OUR DEPENDENCE ON FOREIGN OIL. Hey, pretty efficient, huh??? AND NOW IT’S 2012 — 35 YEARS LATER — AND THE BUDGET FOR THIS “NECESSARY” DEPARTMENT IS AT $24.2 BILLION A YEAR. IT HAS 16,000 FEDERAL EMPLOYEES AND APPROXIMATELY 100,000 CONTRACT EMPLOYEES!

34 years ago 30% of our oil consumption was foreign imports. Today 70% of our oil consumption is foreign imports.

NOW, WE HAVE TURNED OVER THE BANKING SYSTEM, HEALTH CARE, AND THE AUTO INDUSTRY TO THE SAME GOVERNMENT? Hello!! Anybody home?

Signed,

The Night Watchman

Mogul Perspective: 4 Types of Women You Don’t Want To Wife

Man it can be hard out here for Mogul as he navigates through his sweet spot in search of the ultimate mate to help smooth things out. As we encounter different females, we soon realize that the same things that turned us on in our teens may do different things to us in our 30′s. For example, growing up I used to love the bushy bush on my lady friend. Now in 2012, the most I can stand is a perfectly manicured strip. Seasons change!

 

“I want a girl with extensions in her hair/ bamboo ear rings at least 2 pair!”

 

Now, as I have matured, my palate for women has matured also. I once loved beef jerky, now I want filet mignon. Twinkies used to be a delicacy created in God’s kitchen, now I want better than sex cake, that is actually….. better than sex. I have come to understand that when it comes to women certain things I can tolerate, and certain things are non-negotiable.

1. Get Yourself A Lady Who Can Cook!! Now I am not the dude that views women through stereotypical goggles, but I do feel that a woman who knows her way around the kitchen is a woman to keep. If she fills her stomach with the McDonald’s drive-thru special, she will do the same to you. Or worse, she will expect you to stop after work and waste your money on that trash. Next thing you know you’re sittin on the couch huddled up sharing a 10 pound burger with milkshake stains on your shirt.

2. Don’t Date The Chick Who Never Pays! I think the homie’s name was K-Dee who said….. Ass, Gas, or Cash, nobody rides for free. Damnit… that should be set in stone and hidden on the top of the Himalayas for the playas to find. I can’t tell you how many women I have dated who never pulled out their card to pay for shit. I couldn’t care if I had more 0′s than Hova when I roll up and my date worked as a cashier at Burger King, at some point she needs to pay. Even if it’s once out of every ten dates  and all we do is grab a 2 liter of grape soda, a bucket of chicken and head to a park bench; she needs to pay for that joint. Some type of ratio has to be established. Not only is it fair, but it shows that the lady is appreciative. Little things mean a lot.

3. Don’t Date The Chick Who Has Nothing But Time On Her Hands! I am a grown ass man you dig? I don’t have time to be pancaking  on the phone all hours of the night. Some women have nothing to do with their evenings than talk on the phone, which translates to “what are you doing? Who are you doing it with?” I have the mindset of ‘the only time we should be on the phone is to set up the next date’. I realize that at times a good phone call can be relaxing at the end of a stressful work day, but damn not every night. This is not high-school. We’re grown people doing grown things. The hours I spend on the phone whispering sweet nothings, are hours that I will never get back. And let you fool around and end a conversation with “I’ll call you back.” If you don’t hit them back that night, you will hear about it. Makes me ask, ‘were you really sitting by the phone waiting for me to call back?’ Time is money. Politely tell her to get a telemarketing job if she loves phone calls that much.

4. Don’t Date The ‘Slick Mouth Piece’ Girl- The shit may seem cute at first; the two of you going toe to toe exchanging barbs. Hell, it can even be sexy in the middle of the night. But at some point it gets stale. Next thing you know that cute little slick mouth is on exhibit at Sunday dinner with your family, or after she gets a few drinks in her she begins to “put you in your place” during happy hour. And you don’t want to have to slam the last shot and drag her out of Cheers ( not only will it land you some time in jail, usually slick mouth girls have a little brother that is waiting to wet you up!) Avoid those ladies at all cost. They are nothing more than a ‘get drunk with buddy’.

Mogul Perspective: Trayvon Martin’s America

 

I would call the death of a 17 year old boy tragic under just about any circumstances I can think of. My choice of words would not be effected by the race, creed, or culture of the victim. Since the incident occurred, I’ve heard countless reports, re-tellings, statements of rage, and excuses as to why/how this whole thing even happened; And quite frankly…I’m sickened by the whole damn thing. Each time there’s a violent incident in the U.S. where injustice is called into question, the citizens of this country create the same polarized atmosphere that brings up discussions/debates on everything from race matters to the legality of owning weapons, and everything that pops up in between. Every civil rights lawyer, lobbyist, racist with an agenda and asshole with a sounding board (including me) jumps up to muddy the  already murky water. Somewhere in the process, there are real people that get lost in the shuffle, and when no one’s looking, they end up surrounded by silence, nursing memories and trying to move on with their lives; and in the end, the very fiber of America is effected. Maybe just this one time we could cut through a little of sensationalist red tape and eliminate a whole lot of the inflammatory comments that will be re-broadcast a million times in front of useful information that could be used to move the situation, and the people of the affected communities forward.

Let’s start by acknowledging some of the basic truths about ourselves as American people:

  1. We’re all racially biased. Our country has been riddled with it from day one when fellow Americans first convinced themselves it was okay to claim the Native American’s country and needed a way to justify it. It’s who we are. It’s what we teach our children, and it’s present in every aspect of our uniquely American lives.
  2. We’re a violent nation. Not because we have guns, but because we’ve used guns and any other weapons at our disposal to promote our agenda from the very beginning. We became a prominent Nation because we kicked other’s in the ass. It’s what has paid off, and we’re sticking with it.
  3. Justice is always more defined by those in power, then it is by those that suffer from the effects of injustice. And those that suffer from injustice are only interested for as long as the uncomfortable feeling of injustice lasts. Once they become comfortable with the discomfort, the outcries stop, the rage passes, and it takes an even greater injustice to make them cry out again.

Let’s be clear, I’m not anti-American, I’m not anti-guns, and I spend a great deal of time advocating for justice. I am a man who has been an American my whole life, and I can’t think of a single day that these three things weren’t true; and the circumstances around Trayvon Martin’s murder, unfortunately, won’t change that. However, in every instance that our nation is plunged into these turbulent circumstances, whether it’s 911, a school shooting, or some other heinous crime; there comes an opportunity to challenge and explore our own individual humanity, and ask ourselves…what IS just?

In order to pursue justice, don’t we first have to pursue the truth? As citizens that elect/employ individuals to protect and serve our interests, are we even interested in the level of integrity those appointed conduct themselves with? Don’t we want to believe that if we found ourselves in a difficult situation, whether as victims or perpetrators of crimes, that the truth would be sought, as well as a solution that best serves the interests of the whole community? Does our America really include justice for all?…or is that just something that sounds sweet when recited in a pledge?

I don’t pretend to know what happened that night. I wasn’t there and I don’t have all of the facts. I know that there are two sides to every story, and we’ve only heard bits and pieces. I know that there are no instances where two people are involved where both don’t play some role in the outcome. I know Trayvon is dead. I know George Zimmerman is alive…and I know the truth is still buried.

This situation challenges us all because it forces us to revisit some very painful and very American issues. We know that there has always been a double standard on justice. We don’t like to say it out loud or take ownership of it…but we all know it’s true. In America, justice can be bought, delayed, ignored, an even fabricated. There are wayyy too many tools created for this sole purpose. It’s why we have so many laws written with so many words, it’s why we have so many lawyers, it’s why we have so many jails, so many politicians, so much crime, and so little real justice. This is the double standard that defines America: Create justice for some while committing a blatant injustice against others. It was Columbus’ America, it was Geronimo’s America, it was Jesse James’ America, it was Abe Lincoln’s America, it was Jim Crow’s America, and now we have to decide if it’s Travon Martin’s America.

Be Human. Be Honest. Be Just.

I.B.Edubl

And With This I Say Goodbye Air Jordans

This past weekend was an eye-opening experience; why the f#$k am I still buying Air Jordans? The stress I encountered trying to secure a pair of my Holy Grails was something that I should never have experienced. I mean all of this for a pair of sneakers? Really? Who still does this? Not Danny P? Surely not Danny f^&king P!!!

One would think that a billion dollar company like Nike would have a better way to distribute shoes that are in high demand. However, nope. Nike/Jordan Brand either doesn’t know or just don’t care how to release shoe such as the Air Jordan IV.

For those of you who just don’t know, the Air Jordan IV cement gray have not been released since 1999. So as you can imagine, the anticipation was thru the roof. So I already knew that getting my pair would be a task to say the least. But I had no idea that it would be that damn hard! First came Friday night. I was out getting a few drinks with some co-workers when it dawned on me that I needed to high-tail it home to sit in front of my internets to snag my pair. So I quickly finished my Ciroc, bid everyone a good night and headed to the crib. Once I made I headed straight to my laptop and iPad fired them up and tried to no avail to get mine. Eastbay crashed not allowing my to order, and Nike.com just played with my emotions by allowing me to add the shoes to my cart but not letting me check-out. I was pissed off to say the least after an hour of getting nowhere on both sites. The kicks were sold out once Eastbay decided to let me get thru. And Nike.com, don’t even mention them. They ended up having to shut down the site because of high demand. Damn!!!! Shit is getting tight.

So the next morning I arose at the ass crack of dawn and headed to the local Foot Locker to stand in line to get my Holy Grails. Luckily when I got there no one was in line, so I was able to chill in the comfort of my nice and stay warm. But then out of nowhere the shorties pulled up and within 1 minute there was 8 people in line!!! It was like this cats came out the sewer or some shit!! I quickly shut down the ride and ran to get in line. Mind you it was probably about 20 degrees outside and I left my beanie at home, leaving me cold and pissed. We were all hoping that the store would open at 9 am, but of course when it is cold nothing goes the way you hope. The manager didn’t pull up until 9:15 leaving us waiting until 9:50 to let us in. As the time slowly crept pass, I began to think what the fuck am I doing here? What happened to all my connects at shoe stores?  Why Danny P? Why?

The questions almost led me to hopping back in the car and pulling the fuck off. But I waited this long, I might as well leave with my shoes. Right? Wrong. Some employee came out and told the line of about 30 people that the store only had 14 pairs of shoes!!!!!! “The hell you talking bout Willis!!!!” 14 pairs?? I began to look at everybody shoe size, and it seemed to me that all of the dudes wore a size 10!!! Each and every last one of them. And too top it all of the vultures began to lurk looking at us like they wanted to play stick-up kid!! Again I asked myself, what are you doing here Danny?

To make a long story shorter, I got my shoes. Had to go to a 10.5, but I got my shoes. Half of the line left upset. And the stick up kids went away empty-handed, (I think). And I came to the conclusion that with that release I am humbly bowing out of the Air Jordan game. If I can’t walk into the store to buy them, or cop online, I am not getting them. Never will I stand in a line for a pair of “gym shoes!!” Not even if they were autographed by Jesus, Jordan, Jackson, and everybody that he know! Standing in line for 14 pairs of shoes with stick up kids hovering around like vultures is not the move for a GROWN ASS MAN! I will leave that for the youngings. I, myself is moving on.

Goodbye Air Jordans it was fun while it lasted.

Uncle Rush Has Something To Say…..

As the founder of GlobalGrind, I created our site to have fun and prove that we could be successful with post-racial content that didn’t play to the cheap seats for success. At the same time, GlobalGrind is selling a progressive and positive political agenda that I hope makes the world a better place.

Most sites that carry news – whether it is about celebrities, music, style or politics – seems to lean on dirt for ratings.

We, however, do not. Some topics come up, like a small church burning a Koran or a small church saying horrible things about Jay’s baby, which gain national attention and debate because the smut peddlers give them light.

When that happens, we have to at least mention them, and so we are guilty of highlighting some of the absurdity that still exists in our country and around the world.

This morning, the hysteria over Jay-Z and Beyonce being connected to the Illuminati and the devil took a turn for the absolute worse. A church sign in North Carolina was supposedly “vandalized” and the words “Beyonce had her baby. Satan is on earth” appeared on it. Whether it was a horrible juxtaposition of words or an intended comment about Beyonce, we felt the need to report or weigh in on what the people were accepting as news.

While some brilliant people (#sarcasm) in the crazy blogosphere have done some great research (#moresarcasm) and discovered that Rick Rubin and I created the Illuminati, some now might think I am trying to further our cause.

But, in all seriousness, I am a yogi and a man of prayer and believe that we sometimes need to point out this sort of hatred to remind each other that we have more work to do. However, we do acknowledge that often when we report absurdity it could backfire and spread the hatred.

In this case, I think it is pretty darn clear that this type of behavior and any negative attacks towards a newborn baby are completely, downright wrong.

With great love, all things are possible.

~Russell

Tavis Smiley x Cornel West Is Getting On My Nerves About Now

What is really up with Tavis Smiley? Can someone please tell me what is up with the brother. For whatever reason he is still bashing President Obama whenever someone puts a camera in his face. And now he has brought along his good friend Cornel West to tag along.

The main question I have is why are these two showing out in such a fashion? It’s almost as if Obama pissed in their grits or something. I am willing to bet that these two cats are being paid off by someone. Not saying that African American all have to agree with everything the President does, but Tavis has been on Barack since day 1. On some Uncle Tom foolery type mess. Lames like this you can see coming down the street. I am shocked by Mr. West though. I was a big fan of his, but playing along with Tavis is making him look lame also.

Steve Harvey is on to their little song and dance also. He recently took to the airwaves to expose these two on his radio show.

I agree with everything that Steve Harvey has to say about these brothers. Tavis Smiley is a bitter man that has a hidden agenda. What you think Moguls?

Jail Is The New Jim Crow???

Apparently there are more African-American men in jail than there were enslaved!! What type of madness is that?

“More African American men are in prison or jail, on probation or parole than were enslaved in 1850, before the Civil War began,” Michelle Alexander told a standing room only house at the Pasadena Main Library this past Wednesday, the first of many jarring points she made in a riveting presentation.

Growing crime rates over the past 30 years don’t explain the skyrocketing numbers of black — and increasingly brown — men caught in America’s prison system, according to Alexander, who clerked for Supreme Court Justice  Harry Blackmun after attending Stanford Law. “In fact, crime rates have fluctuated over the years and are now at historical lows.”

“Most of that increase is due to the War on Drugs, a war waged almost exclusively in poor communities of color,” she said, even though studies have shown that whites use and sell illegal drugs at rates equal to or above blacks. In some black inner-city communities, four of five black youth can expect to be caught up in the criminal justice system during their lifetimes.

As a consequence, a great many black men are disenfranchised, said Alexander — prevented because of their felony convictions from voting and from living in public housing, discriminated in hiring, excluded from juries, and denied educational opportunities.

The facts are alarming, but I am not the least bit surprised. With the shape many of our public schools are in with lack of funding and little community support, what outcome did we expect? America has always found a way to under-serve people of color for it’s own greedy purpose; and what is better than cheap labor? Continue reading

Mogul Perspective…Progress

Do something today that will  move you closer to where you want to be tomorrow.  Whether it’s one inch closer, or a mile…progress is everything.  Feed your inner Mogul a little taste of success everyday, because success is addictive.  Develop a healthy addiction to life and all that it has to offer.

Enjoy,

I.B.Edubl