SisterCaptain’s Log ٦

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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Monday, January 30, 2017 3:57 p.m.

Captains are responsible for the entire unit.

We are held to a higher standard.

If anybody messes up

We get blamed.

So, what happens when WE mess up.

We don’t.

That’s what.

❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

I can’t believe January is almost over.

Although it seemed like it lasted at least a year.

I can’t believe I’ve only been in L.A. about three weeks.

Seems like an ETERNITY.

I can’t wait to get back to the NOLA.

I’m really going to try and catch Papa’s show.

It costs $40.

I know it’s worth it.

I’m just going to have to tolerate the devils. 😡

Hopefully, it’ll be a night where his sons show up and sit in with him.

I was wondering why they don’t play together all the time.

It reminds me of when I interviewed J5.

They all came in whenever

AND

I was like, “No, no, no. This is all wrong.”

And made them go back out and come in together.

You know?

Like a GROUP is supposed to come in.

The Marsalises are a FAMILY!

So, I really expect them to play together all the time.

They sound so good together.

But they’re men

SO

You know they all have to grow up and do their own thing.

I have YET to meet a man who didn’t want to be a LEADER.

Papa and MAMA have at least SIX SONS!!!

I don’t know how many daughters.

I guess if they all lead or side with other musicians they can make their family slave name more known as well as train other musicians instead of keeping the knowledge esoteric.

My paternal family was musical too.

Everybody played a different instrument or two or three or sang or both.

I feel like I can’t function (handicapped) without music.

I had a guitar because pianos are so cumbersome but if I had one, I would play ALL DAY!

LITERATURELY!!!

🙂

You know I make up words. 😉

I love music.

My son would play the piano or the harmonica or mbira (that’s what came up on G but we call it something I can’t remember right now) for me and it would just brighten my day.

He would also put on puppet shows and create art that would make me feel that way.

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I think I appreciate the simple beautiful things in life more than most people.

Yesterday, I was walking home and when I was crossing the street, I caught a glimpse of the mountains just as the sun was setting and it was the most beautiful thing I had seen in quite a while. I had to make sure I didn’t get hit, it captured my attention so.

I make sporadic trips to the beach extemporaneously, like this morning.

The bus there and I happened to meet at the corner at the same time, so I just got on.

That’s what you call FREEDOM.

Being able to go to the BEACH whenever you feel like it.

Just because the bus is there…

I am so thankful.

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I wish I had some tap shoes.

I would tap dance all the way home.

😀

But I think I’m going to create some artwork that expresses how I feel.

I designed a garment, hence my opening statement.

It incorporated a piece we’re not allow to wear in the M.G.T.

SO

I designed another one, which incidentally, looks exactly how I dress right now.

I just made it simpler.

It feels like Spring already in L.A.

85 degrees and I’m walking around in a fur cape.

Gotta downsize for Spring.

I guess I’ll stash it somewhere until Autumn.

I don’t believe in storage and I’ve finally given up on my mother.

The cord is cut.

My Beloved Teacher – The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) Taught His Faithful Followers That If Someone Doesn’t Want You In Their House – Go Somewhere Else And Make Your Own House.

My mother doesn’t want me in her house, so I’m going to stop trying to force her to accept me. It’s painful accepting that your mother just doesn’t love you. But I’m 45 and I get it now.

I just have to move on.

That’s How Our Tribe Got Here In The First Place.

THE GOD TRIBE OF SHABAZZ.

Fifty thousand years ago, The God Scientist named Shabazz wanted to make a people who would be “strong; powerful; nothing could defeat them” But the other twelve disagreed. They told him “Go. Make your man. But don’t make him here.” So, it was Africa he went to – He and his family. And there, He made a people with kinky hair who would conquer the wild beasts and one day rule the world.

Al Hamdulillah!

Subhanallah.

Growing Pains feel good.

I’ve never felt them before. At least I wasn’t aware of it.

ALLAHU AKBAR!

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So Chump is sending people back to their country if they’re coming from certain Muslim countries. LOL He’s so stupid. Trying to prevent domestic terrorism. Idiot. What does domestic mean?

We’re already here, Dummy.

What you need to do is DEPORT THE MUSLIMS IN AMERICA.

I would be so glad to go

ANYWHERE

OTHER

THAN

HERE.

Especially IRAN, AFGHANISTAN, SUDAN, SYRIA, PALESTINE, SAUDI, OMAN,

Or ANY MUSLIM COUNTRY…

I’m trying to go anyway.

But getting a passport costs money and you have to have paperwork and whatnot

SO

CHEAH

CHUMP

Deport The Muslims.

I’ll be the first to sign up.

I don’t care how long you make me wait in line.

Hell, that’s all we do on Skid Row anyway.

Lines for EVERYTHING.

I’m trying to get on the GUEST LIST!!!

Put me on VIP to get deported.

LOL

Everybody says, “I’ve been there and America is better!”

That’s because we have different values.

I’m already homeless on Skid Row.

The only difference is the bombing and gun battles.

But somebody got shot down here yesterday,

SO

I’ll take my chances.

5:58 p.m.

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