The Brutally Honest Truth

"I didn't want to tell you this but..." The truth hurts especially coming from your sistah or brotha who has a hidden jealousy and/or motive for "keeping it real." Oh yes, "keeping it real" hasn't gone anywhere. It's still around showing its ugly colors every now and then. We hear about the shocking statements people make about one another either to their face or behind their back. Some of us will laugh while others will keep in mind this is someone we rather not be around. There are toxic relatives and friends wearing that "keep it real" badge. They have been allowed to say whatever is on their minds over the years without repercussions. However, there comes a point in all relationships where we have to cut off those individuals who bring us down. The kind of people who use brutal honesty to stay empowered and/or in control of the family.

I enjoy being around truthful people, don't get me wrong, but I don't like individuals who use truth as a weapon. They believe that by telling people how they feel all the time that they can get what they want. The only thing that some of these people are going to get is distance. The cussing and fussing over a meal while sharing a laugh or two isn't worth the potential fight ahead. The "keep it real" type is always in some kind of dilemma and always looking for someone to cheer for them even when they are in the wrong.

Brutal honesty can get a person hurt. No one should say everything that is on one's mind without first taking heed to the potential damage they may cause. Truth is meant to change, correct, rearrange or motivate a person(s) to do something different. Yet, some will use truth to benefit themselves. Sometimes they do it in a way to win friends, but people catch on to them fast and before long, they have a list of enemies. No one wants to hear another's opinion on every issue all the time. So what you don't like her shirt? So what her child isn't as pretty as yours? So what that he is fine and his friend is ugly? Do you have to say it? What does it matter to you? Are you jealous? Are you hiding your own flaws by talking about someone else's? There is a reason why we feel like we have to express ourselves whether negatively or positively when being in the presence of others.

Frankly, some of our people just haven't grown up. They are still cracking gum in the back of the classroom, talking about what they are going to do to the next person who says this or does that, and all the while someone is watching their behavior. Someone who has deep pockets, a long list of connections, and a lot at stake if there is too much honesty being projected from the trouble-maker's lips.

So I write this to forewarn my brothas and sistahs who think it's cute to be honest about everything. Sometimes we just have to learn to keep our mouths shut and let our Creator give us the green light on what to say and what to do.

Peace,

Nicholl McGuire

Author of Laboring to Love an Abusive Mate, Laboring to Love Myself and When Mothers Cry. Located on Amazon.com

New Year Drama: Let the Games Begin...

Not even a good two weeks in the new year and let the games begin! I have been spending time surfing the net lately reviewing different stories happening both on and off the Internet from celebrities to locals in my own community, and can I tell you, I think Jesus is coming soon! I know we don't know the day or hour, but from looking at all the mayhem around the world and the boldness of sexuality, weirdness, and downright foolishness on TV, the Internet, in print, etc., you can't tell me otherwise! I even see some baggy pant wearin' brothas frontin' with Bibles on bible study Wednesday and church-going Sunday while covering up other things they do in plain view the five other days of the week. I guess they are collecting their personal offerings in the name of Jesus, huh?! Oh well, moving on...

I also see a rise of homosexual agendas all over the place! How many times am I going to watch music videos with men pretending like they are interested in booty shakin' women while wearing clothes that say somethin' else? For the homosexual group to be considered a minority in America, you wouldn't think it when you see all the air time this group gets in movies, news, music and so on. There is a strong push to change the minds and hearts of everyone who is in contact with at least one person who loves the same sex. "Better watch what you say," so I have been told on other sites. My response, "don't encourage me to give my personal opinion, because I will not compromise." We can all love one another without being "bullied" into it.

New Year drama seems to be all about the money the way I see it! But then hasn't it always been? A celebrity loses weight, she gets to endorse a product and then what do you know, she is rich b*tch! Someone near you just might be looking for an opportunity to make money off of you, like my son says, "You never know." I wonder how many times people have searched a name on the Internet from a business card, you know "just to see..." things like money, connections etc. As if that will help our bank roll, yeah right! Those at the top are selfish! Unless you have star power, not too many people are interested in you, but then again if you are a homeless guy with a great voice they might create a fairytale out of you--did I say fairytale?!

Anyway, I hope that this year ends better than how it is kicking off. I can't tell you how many references to the Mayan 2012 prophecy I have heard, alien stories, and gun control. It sounds like someone is brewing something somewhere but what might it be? Stay tuned...

Nicholl McGuire

Saying Hello to Lucifer and Goodbye to God: The New Black Man

They say they believe in a god, some of the so-called black conscious thinkers of our modern day society. Some refer to a god as a great architect of the universe, a creator, and a being or force at least to a Christian's face while wearing sunglasses. But when their dark shades come off (think of some of those celebrities,) who are they really serving?

The new black man is not interested in serving the one true God, he is more interested in being a god. As those of us who read our Bibles know, the so-called conscious black man is walking on dangerous ground. But tell him that, and he will bombard you with many reasons as to why he "just can't get down with God." He thinks of the Bible as nothing more than a book of fairy tales. He reasons that he doesn't serve a god who kills while telling him he shouldn't. He finds fault with this Supreme Being who took a beloved one away before his time and he has a million other reasons as to why he won't attend church.

The unbeliever (also known as a reprobate mind) is usually affiliated with some group that also thinks like him, a cult of Transhumanists. To sum up this cult's belief system, they believe they can become gods and have eternal life through technology. They reject the God of the King James Bible and they embrace the concepts in the Luciferian doctrine. Now, the new black man who considers himself free of oppression while wearing a brand named suit thinking he is a god, sipping on a latte at the local Starbucks, is not going to call himself a transhumanist (at least not openly and who knows, he just might not know what that is.) Further, he isn't attending any particular weekly group meeting unless of course he can get something from a group to swell his financial portfolio, then he might consider it. Rather, he reads any and everything that elevates him, discredits Christian doctrine, and enjoys the littlest things in life like doing whatever and whenever to whoever he wishes. For commitment of any kind, is well, a bit of a bore.

The new black man can't be pointed out by appearance alone. At one time, you use to be able to spot him as soon as you saw him and your suspicions were further proven when he opened his mouth articulating his every word like our President Obama. But these days, the black transhumanist (who might I add doesn't believe there is any good or evil) is wearing baggy pants, t-shirts and boots and he might--just for effect--pull out a three-piece suit--you know to appear "god-like."

The new, godless black man usually can't keep his personal life straight (ie. family, intimacy etc.,) but he can manage to keep a job and a little money to splurge every now and then on his ungodly pleasures. Even with the appearance of a little freedom, he is still a slave--his godless, transhumanism doctrine is gradually enslaving him from the inside out. What happens when he loses his job, health, and worse his soul for yet another one of his simple pleasures? Will he go to the elite and ask them for a hand-out? Will he talk his sex slave into nurturing him back to health? Or maybe, just maybe he will go to his momma and ask her to pray. Then when all is said and done and he's back on his feet again while the sun is looking a little brighter and that one eye on the back of his dollar bill looks like it's smiling back at him, he will go back to his evil ways spewing his transhumanism doctrine of "I am god...you too can be god...you don't need God."

Nicholl McGuire

Poem: If He Brings Me A Lie...

Didn't want to hear the truth
tried to look the other way
had the "oh here she go" look on his face.

His Lord once sat on the throne
now he's at his feet.
Didn't want me to question his place, his faith.

Brotha been listening to voices too long in his head
they always crying the blues
while bragging about being their own gods.

Who was I,
to bring the light
to shine it on dark shadows?

His brain
washed
calling me a bitch.
His brain washed
thinking all black females like to do is argue.

Was I yelling when I brought the truth?
Did I hold my head to the side,
snap my fingers,
and cuss him out?

Black man so confused!
He don't know the difference anymore
between talking and yelling.

Brain
washed
to believe we all the same.

He thinks everyone
trying to make his life difficult.
Blames everyone
for mistakes he made.

A dark brotha
with a dark agenda
living on the dark side.

A family man who sold out a long time ago,
used to hide behind the light of "the real."
They knew he was trying too hard to fit in
that's why they let him go.

That son of a teacher ain't been praying heartfelt prayers lately.
His seat in the church collecting dust
like that big, brown book he once carried.

Spitting out past glory stories to anyone who will listen.
Leaving out the details while smiling, frowning, smiling
and frowning from one moment to the next--
Ole crazy negro!

Trying to make me believe in him.
He always lying--little ones, big ones.
You got to watch him.
Inviting folks into his circle of liars,
most not interested.
"but they got money...they'll help you..."
Caught lying again.

Nicholl McGuire

I Love My Hair but Not the Pain...

Between Chris Rock's documentary about African American hair and the latest Sesame Street puppet singing about how she loves her hair, opportunists see the many dollars black women invest in their hair and they are capitalizing off of it!

The fact is black women do love their hair and all the creative ways we can do it. But love it all the time in every way, yeah right!? Let's be honest for a moment, if you had a choice between a painful experience with your natural hair or one that isn't painful using a hair product designed to make your hair manageable, which would you choose? Not everyone has the same texture of hair and not everyone uses the same tools for their hair, so who are these people who say, "You should love your hair!" I think I have a right to love my hair one day and hate it the next. Most of these people don't know what a nappy head is much less how it feels.

During childhood, I got my behind beat because of my frizzy head! So I don't have fond memories of my nappy head experiences. If I didn't sit still while my mom, grandma, or uncle comb and brush my hair, I was going to get hit with one of those two tools, you can believe dat! Hours of being told, "Sit still...hold your head...bend your head down...raise your head up...did you hear me? Cry again, hear? And I will give you somethin' to cry for! You better be still, I will hit you with this brush...hold still I said, you hear me..."

If I loved my hair for even little bit back then, it was quickly suppressed by negative experiences. "Don't you be swinging your hair like some white girl! Come on in this house out the rain 'cause you know what's going to happen. Get your nappy head over here...you think you cute cause your hair long, huh? Your hair ain't good, you need a perm!"

I wanted to know why I had to have a kinky head as if I didn't have enough painful experiences just being a girl. As a child, I recalled the hot comb burned my ears so many times--I'm surprised I have any ears! Oh and who ever experienced the pain of a hot comb through hair that had not thoroughly dried?! Ouch! What about that hair food popping off your hot hair burning those fingers? One day I asked God with my sore scalp, burnt ears, menstrual cramps, and other bad memories in mind, "Why?" The only thing that came close to an answer was something about Eve in the Garden talking to that snake and eating that bad apple while reading the Bible in private school as a kid. "So I have to suffer because some woman couldn't ignore a snake?" I asked myself later as an adult. Then certain relatives wondered why I didn't have anything to do with God for most of my young adult life. Eventually, I did come to God, but for other reasons and it definitely wasn't due to the stories in the Book of Genesis either.

Growing up, I liked the attention I got from my cornrows, hot presses, Quadra curls, perms, freeze curls, wet sets, bobs, french rolls, sculptured hairstyles, etc. I also liked the fact that I didn't experience nearly half of the pain I did once I became an adult.

So don't get me wrong, I love my hair today, but I can't speak for tomorrow.

Nicholl McGuire

The Rise of Black Freemasons

It seems that entertainers these days are boldly showing off their connections to Freemasonry and as a result, future recruits are more concerned with receiving fame, fortune, favortism, and most of all power from their brother masons.

Some entertainers have gone so far as to blantantly lie and deny their affiliations to the group even though they boast about it! These liars are master deceivers and have learned to double talk; therefore, to create a mindset of doublethink. This is the practice of taking two contradictory statements and convincing self and others to agree with them both. For instance, if I tell you that I am not connected with a particular group; yet I continue to show you the handsigns and colors representing the group and you call me out on this, I will deny it even though I know you are right. I may say something like, "You are mistaken. What I am doing is really this..." Meanwhile you will doubt what you see which is the truth and replace it with my lie while questioning whether what you see is in fact true. It is the classic concept taken from the book by George Orwell in 1984, "2 + 2 =5" You know that it doesn't, but if I tell you that it is, you must agree in order to maintain your affiliation with the group. This is what those who have something to hide do, play mindgames, especially if they have a hidden agenda. I'm sure that someone at the top warned some of these entertainers to "tone it down" or "deny your affiliations" because they can't afford the negative publicity.

Organizations with secret agendas have long existed. If you think back to the many "Grandmasters" in the music industry, right away you should know that they had connections to the Freemasons. Unfortunately, too many music listeners were too caught up with the beat of the drum to pay close attention to the artist's name, attire (which often promoted homosexuality) and lyrics from back in the day. Take a look back with a critical mind and you will be surprised by what you find!

Check out some of the following You Tube channels to be enlightened:

• LenonHonorFilms
• TheIndustryExposed
• EsotericKitten
• OrangeMoon82
• Drfreemason
• Msoutofthebox
• 1killuminati
• 3rdKrypton
• TheChannel4Truth
• Farhank501
• PimPb1420
• KhalidMuhammed
• Kytekutter
• LetsGetFreeNow

Also, search for William Cooper and John Todd who are both deceased. They provide compelling information about the government and music industry. Look up authors Fritz Springmeier and Cisco Wheeler who wrote "They Know Not What They Do" and other books.

God bless,
Nicholl McGuire

Are White Men Attracted to Black Women? Yes and No

The truth is, if you are a black woman, not all white men will be attracted to you. Not all black men will be attracted to you either. That's just common sense.

Many people believe that white men don't find black women attractive. Actually, that statement is just a bullet point under the wider belief that no men other than black men are attracted to black women. The fact of the matter is, white men are attracted to black women. This understanding follows from one fundamental truth: Men are attracted to beautiful women.

If you hear someone say that white men aren't attracted to black women, that can only be taken as an insult since it implies that there aren't any beautiful black women. Of course, that's not the least bit true. Black men are much more likely to make the statement that men of other races won't find a black woman beautiful out of a sense of entitlement (even if they have no intentions of being with a black woman themselves) or to protect their egos.

More white men than you think are attracted to black women. White guys are attracted to black girls of all shapes, heights, and shades. They don't all want a black woman who is very light skinned with "white" features and long, straight hair. Don't confuse what society's ideal of beauty is with what an individual man's type is. Think about it. Your ideal of an attractive man probably resembles a hairless male model, but that ideal is not necessarily the man you are attracted to in day-to-day life nor is he the type you will fall in love with. The same goes for men of any race. Their idea of ideal beauty may be an actress but that doesn't determine who they fall in love with. It doesn't mean they cannot possibly find you beautiful.

What's so wonderful about the world is that we are all individuals. We are all unique in our preferences, from our tastes in food to our tastes in mates. Every man's ideas about what is sexy, irresistible, and beautiful are different. If you come across a man with a static, unchangeable idea of exactly what his mate's physical features will be, including skin tone, then you have come across a shallow, closed-minded man.

Sure, everyone has preferences and you can't change who you're attracted to, but you can't fall in love with a face or six pack abs, or with the lightness of someone's skin and texture of someone's hair. Looks fade. You ultimately fall in love with who a person is on the inside.

So if a person tells you they are not attracted to anyone at all that is outside of their race you know they are lying. You should hope they are lying, at least. Otherwise that person has a deep hatred for other people or is in deep denial of their own feelings.

All straight men love women. Don't believe that white men, Asian men, Latino men, Middle Eastern men, European men, etc. are somehow unable to be attracted to a black woman. If she is beautiful inside and out then she is beautiful to a wide range of men. Remember, outer beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

If you know of white men who are "not attracted to black women", and haven't seen too many white men dating or approaching black women, don't make a sweeping judgment about all white men. You don't like it when a sweeping judgment, better known as a stereotype, is applied to you, do you? Despite popular belief, it does not benefit you to hate, stereotype or dismiss white men. So don't do it.

Black women should never feel like they are undesirable to all men of other races. If you are open and approachable, you will naturally attract all kinds of men.

Renee LaRuse is a journalism student in Florida working towards a career as a fiction writer and an entrepreneur.

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