Flip the coin. Choose a side.

you wouldn't lie to me, right?


How can we, the people, who have lived so long in the comforts of our ‘first world’ nations with veils pulled over our eyes, how can we every truly know who is telling us the truth about the world at large?

We have mouths to feed as well, the average one of us does not have the time to do the due diligence necessary to find the ‘truth’.

Alex Ross weighs in:

Mr. Ross always strikes me as a more educated Rush Limbaugh with a heart.  But can we believe him?

His theories seem so far reaching and far fetched that they’re either spot on, or laffy taffy.

The United States of America vs The People’s Republic of China

Battlefield: AFRICA

Big Ideas, but they make logical sense if you just think about it for a second.

Who to believe? Will cynicism just debilitate us all?

Flip a coin. Choose a side to fight for. But make sure you can live with blood on your hands because either way, you’re complicit; just probably in ways that you’ll never truly understand.

Stay Classy

“Keep a sword tucked tight upon your personal..” – RZA

KONY @)!@ 2012 (Shift the World This Year)

stop at nothing

Thanks to my Tumblr account I tripped on this powerful video just days after watching (and crying through) Machine Gun Preacher.

Clench your fist and raise it to the sky; somebody’s got to die.


reblog the video below!



…but of course, you are African.

Peace. Salaam alaykum.

Hello interwebz,

I haven’t forgotten you. China was a blur, and I couldn’t break down the great firewall to keep you up to date on my travels.

See my FB page for pics if you’d like.

Egypt has no such walls in place and in fact, from what I have heard, is moving gradually toward becoming a liberal and maybe someday democratic society. Hamdulillah.

Found a cool bookstore today full of English literature (even comic books!) just around the corner from my apartment in Maadi, Cairo.

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After roaming around and stacking up a comic book design guide, several postcards, stamps, a box of pencils and pencil sharpener on a table, I tried to pay for it all in Canadian money since the banks were closed today and I could not exchange currency.

She took payment in USD and offered me some refreshments. I chose a good looking (and soon to be discovered good-tasting) carrot cake and a bottle of Perrier.

When she brought over my change, she asked “So you’re Canadian?”

“I am, yes.” I replied in my habitual yoda style grammar.

“I see, but of course, you are African.”

I smiled and said, “Yes. A long time ago.”

“That’s good,” she continued, “we have that in common. We are family.”

I was utterly astounded by her pronouncements and fell into silent awe as she handed me my change and wished that I enjoy the cake.

Until that moment I had felt like an alien in this city. The store owner reminded me that I am amongst my family, no matter how far removed I have become. Her acknowledging our kinship felt so good. To her I was just a brother from another mother.

It feels good to be home.

Below is a video I found on the 2dopeboyz blog from Narcicyst.

Check it out and keep it classy.
Ma is salaama.