I wonder how many of those people in the New York and New Jersey area on TV talkin bout "somebody come hep us" wanted the government out of their lives three weeks ago. Hell, I wonder how many are still going to vote for limited government now.
You know if it were up to me, I would line them all up in front of those government blankets and bottled water and the generators and the emergency fuel trucks and take a poll. Show of hands, how many of you sombitches think the government is the problem?
But I guess that's why I ain't the President of nothin.
Sometimes you gotta walk to work
Sometimes you gotta do a little dirt
Sometimes you gotta cry a little bit louder
Sometimes you gotta fight the pain
Sometimes you gotta walk alone
Sometimes you get a little worried
Sometimes you get a little lost and outta touch
Sometimes I think I pray a little bit too much
Nobody cares what you think about anything. We were not coming into your establishment because of all the deep thoughts you were thinking. You are running a business not a ministry. You are free to believe anything you choose to believe but that doesn't mean the rest of us want to hear about it.
Yeah maybe homosexuality doesn't exactly mesh with the natural order of things. Got it, check. But some people might consider eating a chicken breast without the wing as unnatural, so we all got our issues. But now yall got things so jacked up that we can't even have lunch without it being some kind of political statement. I just want to grab a sandwich and get back to work. Leave the politics to the politicians
Get back in the kitchen you neanderthals, heat up the grease and cue the heifers so maybe everybody can get back to mocking the chickens.
Speaking of heifers, let's turn our attention to Michael Jackson's brood.
Some of you may not have ever had to deal with a 14 year old in the house. But speaking from personal experience it ain't for the faint of heart under the best of circumstances. Stir in a lifetime of dysfunction, with intense media scrutiny and a heavy dose of court ordered anything ladled over a premature death with a billion dollar fortune in play and you got yourself one helluva jackpot. Katherine is an old lady, and I can tell you she don't need this.
The Jacksons, especially Michael, have grown up to be, let's just say, something of a disappointment. But back in the day the Jacksons made it possible to dream your way out of the hood. If they could make it out of the hood and still wear those big afros then the rest of us could make it too. And it is for this reason I am rooting for this family to "succeed". I still have a soft spot for those young urchins who sprang into our consciousness in 1969.
Jermaine, who has always seemed to be one of the more sane members of the family and a voice of reason through the years has requested space for the family to heal and deal with their issues.
People want true things
Or nothing at all
People want sincerity
And nothing more
People need happiness as land needs rain
We need rain we need light we need love
Yes you'll find it so hard
To live without love love love
Love love love
Love love love
Whoa just say yeah (oh yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
People want to live (uh huh)
Not merely exist
People want to enjoy
Not suffer and fear no no no
People need understanding
Not tensions or confusion no no
Oh I wonder should the people who present us this solution talk about love love love
Love love love
Love love love
Oh yeah
Just say yeah (oh yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Say yeah
Ooh yeah
We need power
We need power
We need peace
Peace
Peace
Peace
I think we'll all agree
I think we'll all agree
That's not fighting (fighting)
That's not fighting
Because this ain't war
This ain't war
This ain't war
This ain't war
I know it's not too late to love love love
Love love love
Love love love
Love love love
Love love love
Is it now acceptable to proclaim the pot calling the kettle black in polite company?
I keep hearing this saying roll off the tongues of supposedly enlightened persons who apparently haven't a clue it might carry offense for others.
Is there something wrong with the kettle being black? I have always wondered what the hell that is about?
Is this colloquialism some deep intellectual insight based on ancient cultural wisdom, perhaps Latin? Or is this exactly what it sounds like?
Well I decided to conduct some deep, exhaustive and comprehensive research on this phrase, and here is what wikipedia has to say about it:
"Oho!' said the pot to the kettle; "You are dirty and ugly and black!
Sure no one would think you were metal, Except when you're given a
crack."
"Not so! not so! kettle said to the pot; "'Tis your own dirty image
you see; For I am so clean -without blemish or blot- That your blackness
is mirrored in me"
Hmmmm.
So I propose that we change this colloquialism just a bit to see if it gives offense to the seemingly oblivious.
If politicians want to do something to make themselves popular they can drive a stake through the heart of these assholes.
Unless they just want to leave the loopholes in the law so they can annoy us with pre-recorded messages at election time about how hard they are fighting on our behalf.
Ready or not, it seems we will now have a national discussion about gender identity.
I will admit that I am still a bit confused by the whole thing. I mean just the whole plumbing thing of what goes where is enough to overwhelm the uninitiated. And I guess just having gay men marry lesbian women is an over simplification of the problem. At least the plumbing fixtures would fit, huh, huh, huh! I suppose life is never that simple.
But it seems to me that as long those who identify with nontraditional gender roles are simply trying to carve out a place in the universe to live life the best way they know how, then the least the rest of us can do is scooch over a bit and give them a little room to breathe free.
But that doesn't mean the hipper than hip in crowd gets to look at us funny just because we don't get it. You are strange to us and that is not our fault. Just because the high powered media types have organized a slick
campaign to convince the rest of us hicks that this is the coolest thing
since ice dispensers on refrigerators doors doesn't mean we have to like it. And we won't. But we can and should acknowledge the humanity of even those who are different.
So if you think you can manage to mow your grass, pay your taxes and bring your herbie curbie in off the street before the sun rises again then welcome to the neighborhood. If you don't judge me I won't judge you. But let's be clear here, I don't like this or understand it. That doesn't make me a bad person any more than not liking golf, chitlins or Game of Thrones. Its just the way God made me!
Personally, I think we all would have been better off with civil unions. Think about it. This would have given a wider scope of interested persons access to this so called equality. For example, what if a single parent has a good job with benefits for herself and her children. But she wanted her mother, who has no health insurance, to stay home and take care of the kids. Why couldn't civil unions allow a mother and a daughter to band together for mutual economic benefit. The mother gets subsidized health care, the single parent gets a homemaker to take care of her kids while she earns a living. What about two little old spinster ladies trying to take care of each other into old age making a legal commitment to each other.
Where is it written that this issue has to be about gay and lesbian people. This could have been about a lot more than who your dance partner is when its time to do the hokey pokey. But that doesn't seem to be where we are headed now.
Everybody on all sides of this issue better strap in because this seems to be headed for political bloodsport, and that's what its all about.
I have always wondered why so called journalist allow the political types to go on air and Texas 2 step their way around the question that everybody wants answered.
Not today. Not Tamron Hall.
Dayum girl, I am scared of you. I do not want to roll up on you in a dark alley.
For those of you who don't speak ghetto allow me to translate:
Bitch you in my house so don't play me.
I ain't done nothin to you yet but you will feel it when I fuck with you.
You are seriously pissing me off.
So shut the hell up and get off my air.
Now the point is not that she smacked her "guest" around on air. The point is that she demanded accountability from those who would come on her air and use it to spew uselessness.
I guess the end result of everyone holding their guests accountable would be fewer politicians agreeing to go on these programs. But you know that might not be the worst thing that ever happened. Maybe they could use that airtime to run better cartoons or something.
You know, place the scrutiny where the threat is actually located.
That way all those perfectly innocent Pakistani men in traditional garb can fly home to visit their mothers on mothers day and back without a bunch of hassle.
Dateline America circa 21st century: GOP candidates prefer white women
I think its time the media challenged the GOP presidential contenders for their racial bias. I mean come on, let's face it, each and everyone of them has gotten a pass for their predilection for white women.
Not a single one of the four, Romney, Santorum, Gingrich or Paul has ever shown any interest whatsoever in women of colour. (There ain't nothin any of you fellers want to tell us is there?)
Why is no one asking these questions?
It wouldn't have anything to do with a chicken shit double standard would it?
I guarangodamntee you if the Democratic presidential contender showed this much interest in white women it would be a national obsession.
When I first heard the joke I literally did a spit take. Why? Because it was just funny as hell that's why. But instead of engaging America about its racial issues from the safety of comedic discourse by countering feigned indignation with an even funnier joke we are getting apologies.
Its going to be a very long campaign season.
You know its hard, who ever said it would be easy?
I first became aware of the Treyvon Martin incident shortly after it occurred. I found out about it not because Black folks rose up in protest, but because general interest media controlled by white folks, who apparently were just as outraged by it as the black community, thought it was news worthy.
Indeed it was newsworthy, but it took another month for the controversy to come to a full rolling boil. But just because it took mainstream broadcast media a few weeks to pick up the story doesn't make it race riot worthy. And they seem to be all over it now.
I remember being first saddened and then angered by the issue. Saddened for those who lost a child, angered by those who would seek to protect his killer. I remember thinking this had all the makings of a federal civil rights violation case written all over it and ultimately that looks like what it will turn out to be.
But before we go all tribal and turn this into a racist America versus Black America issue we should remember two things:
1. There are many white people who were and are just as outraged as black folks about this killing and therefore we shouldn't create separation where there is none.
2. After the killer has had his day in court there are still folks who need to be held to account for trying to subvert justice by protecting the killer. If these folks are not made to explain their actions then nothing has changed.
The good news is we have already found the answer to racism and posted it here 2 years ago. The question now is where is the constituency for murdered kids who don't fit into any minority group.
I arrived nearly a week earlier not planning to be there but a a day or so. But I never found an opportunity to leave. As it turns out that was a good thing. By now he was even more weak than before if that was possible. But one thing never changed no matter how sick he became; if he was conscious he was in charge.
Although the phrase is bandied about with abandon these days, he was truly old school, in every sense of those words. He never owned a computer in his life, nor did he have any desire to own one. He had gotten this far in life without one and damn if he'd be changing his style just because Bill Gates and Steve Jobs needed to make another billion dollars.
When I bought my first car, it was with my own money and I was a full grown adult; but I was honor and duty bound to let him make the deal. Just as I was bound to be at his side now.
Old school rules dictated that whenever he purchased a vehicle he don his finest Sunday-go-to-meeting suit and his good jewelry including the diamond ring he decided he needed for just this type of occasion. I had picked out a Honda Accord hatchback and knew the ins and outs of the deal backwards and forwards and had an offer to buy it at sticker price. Now this was in the days when Honda had the hot hand before everybody else figured out how to make cars that people wanted. Units were in short supply and you were lucky to even find one on the lot at all, much less avoid paying the premium over sticker price they demanded and usually received. But that Sunday-go-to-meeting suit must have overwhelmed them and the sparkling brilliance of that diamond ring must have hypnotized them because damn if he didn't talk them into a two hundred dollar discount. I figured out much later that all the dealer had done was taken the two hundred dollar factory installed floor mats out and left me with bare carpet. But two hundred dollars is two hundred dollars. Old school indeed, the art of the deal.
Tuesday morning he was up and directing traffic as usual. Over the course of the day everybody who should have come to visit actually showed up, at least for a few minutes. It wasn't planned it just happened exactly the way it was supposed to happen. Everybody visited as in the verb to visit (there are rules to this type thing). It was just like the old days, except he was tired and weak and his eyes were blood red from the drugs or exhaustion or crying about his own condition. I kept a close watch over him as he sat upright but said very little.
People came and went and all day and no one was missing. Everybody who needed to say goodbye said goodbye. By dark he had begun to sink. The next day he was barely conscious. We cleaned and bathed him and put him to bed that night but there were no instructions from the boss just eery silence. Right before midnight we gave him his medicine. But something was different, very different.
A week of sleeping in 3 hour increments on a recliner had left me exhausted so I curled up on the sofa and passed out.
My brother who was taking his turn in the recliner that night woke me at about two am with words that pierced me, "I think daddy is gone".
By four am family and friends had literally descended on the house. I didn't count but there must have been 30 or 40 people who just showed up in the middle of the night in the middle of the week. There was absolutely nothing they could do but they came anyway because it was all they could do.
The undertaker arrived around six am. We all held hands and commended his soul to the God he had served his entire life and prayed him on in to heaven.
No one here can love or understand me, Oh, what hard luck stories they all hand me, Make my bed and light the light, I'll be home late tonight, Blackbird bye bye.
Everybody's searching for a hero People need someone to look up to I never found anyone who fulfilled my need A lonely place to be And so I learned to depend on me
I decided long ago Never to walk in anyone's shadow If I fail, if I succeed At least I'll live as I believe No matter what they take from me They can't take away my dignity Because...
So how come no one on either side has a problem with using high powered weapons to allow some disfortunate sombitches to die for their country.
But let the victorious participants, who could very well have been on the other side of victory, let off some steam by pissing on the resultant corpses and its an outrage unfit for man or beast.