The Bitch Switch

Omarosa may be an egotistical mofo that many love to hate, but she is no where near as hit up as Wendy Williams. I cannot believe that Wendy is denying a nose job, who does she think she's fooling.

Well I guess it does not matter because with or without rhinoplasty, she is tore up from the floor up.

Watching But Not Promoting

If anyone else emails me about watching CNN’s “Black In America” program I am going to snap!!! To date, I got 14 messages about watching the program & then last week I was contacted by a PR firm asking me to put something on my blog to promote the special & guess what, I’m not. I am not getting paid & there is nothing in it for me, so fuck that.

While I am interested in the program, I also think it is a program geared towards whites, shit I have been Black in America for quite a while so. I say this because we know our shit is fucked up, we write books, have blogs, circulate giving talks, work in out reach programs, we know us.

The last email from a friend about BIA was from BFB & I responded with:

“I think that it's going to be good but I really think they planned this so that white America can start to get to know more about black folk just in case a negro lands in the white house.

I will be watching & ready to critique.”

And another thing, I find Soledad O'brien annoying & not looking forward to hearing her nasally voice off & on for 4 hours.

Detroit: A Tale of Hot Dick & Nuts

What do the 3 light skinneded “characters” in the image on the right all have in common? They all got caught up in hot dick & nuts & ultimately got fucked over in the end!!!

Watching & reading the local Detroit news for the last few months has been a dramatic rollercoaster filled with juicy sexy details, scandal, verbal bitch slaps & lawsuits.

Over the last few weeks details of a sludge removal deal approved by the Detroit city council has been under scrutiny because apparently, several city council members (most notably Monica Conyers, congressman John Conyers' wife, who also happens to be the bitch that got read a by a student for calling another city council member Shrek ) were bribed into approving the multi million dollar deal.

Although the bribe allegations are shocking but not necessarily surprising, the story on really gets juicy when you factor in the fact that a local television newscaster Fanchon Stinger may have had her finger in the cookie jar as well.

When the details started to uncover that Fanchon was involved, watching the news coverage was like watching an episode of “Passion” mixed with “The Apprentice”.

Apparently, Fanchon got caught up with Rayford Jackson, a married man who I have seen her out & about with.  Rayford had Fanchon doing shit that a woman of status should not be doing, like being his jump off piece/stand by pussy. Setting up deals that cause serious conflict of interest and anything else.

I first saw Fanchon & Rayford at a party last year & when I saw them, I was like, why is she with that pimp & where is her paid white husband???  Well after the party I found out that he left her.

Anyway a this party, I noticed Fanchon following Rayford around like a puppy dog, even holding his drink & handing it to him when he motioned for it to take a sip.  I just though that it looked like a mess for her to be scene like that.

Anyway, when this story broke, I was fucked up & knew that it was over for her all because she got caught up in the dick, married dick.

Here in an excerpt form the Detroit News:

Stinger has had several luxury cars registered in her name.

She is the registered owner of a 2007 Rolls Royce and is also registered as leasing a 2008 Lexus LS 460, according to Michigan Secretary of State records.

Other public records show Stinger has had a 2006 Ferrari 612 Scaglietti, a 2005 BMW 7-Series and a 2002 Jaguar S Type registered in her name in the past.

A new Rolls Royce retails for more than $300,000 without extras and the 2006 Ferrari for more than $250,000.

Stinger, who joined Fox 2 as an investigative reporter in 1997 and became an anchor in 2004, was paid about $325,000 a year by Fox 2 Detroit in 2005, according to divorce records.

At this point, Fanchon has been looked at by the FBI, she lost her 325,000 newscaster job with the local Fox affiliate & everyone knows her damn business.  I guess Rayford hit that shit so deep that she forgot who the fuck she was & just got lost in the process.  It is very fascinating for me to see how women lose their damn minds for hot dick & nuts.

So bring this to a wrap, when I was at BFB’s wedding reception last week, I talked to some friends, a mother & daughter.  I asked them how they felt about Fanchon Stinger & Christine Beatty giving light skinned woman a bad name.  They both cracked up.  I then said the days of the light skinned woman’s popularity was numbered & that they would soon be out of style.

The daughter replied, light sinned women will never be out of style no matter what it is light skinned black men that are out of style never to come back.  Then her & her mom did a high five, what could I say to that.

I later told Suite Suzy that she was out of style & she told me to shut my out of style ass up.  I guess we as a couple really don’t need to be in style.

Pressured to Pray

Last Saturday I celebrated my 9th wedding anniversary with my boo.  Usually we take a trip to celebrate our love out of town but this year it was not an option because my best friend Brion (BFB) got married on our special date (weird coincident).

Ever since BFB told me the wedding date I bitched at him about how he fucked up my vacation plan & that he owes me.  And he always basically said fuck you & you better be there (of course).

So anyway, the big day was last week & I was one of the groomsmen, which was interesting experience a) because I had not worn a tux since high school b) the wedding was large, which made me nervous even in my small role c) if I started to cry with joy everyone would see me.

Just before 515pm last Saturday, the pastor walked into the room with us guys to escort us out.  Before we walked out he asked that we all join hands for a prayer.

At this point, I was like ummmmmmm. & I just sat right were I was seated.  As the guys formed a prayer circle, everyone looked at me & was like come on.  I explained that I was not going to participate & another guy said what, I said I am an Atheist & I would not.  Then the same guy was like, you can’t make an exception for your boy, totally putting me on front street.

To take the drama out of the room & the spot light off of me, I stood up walked over, joined hands to complete the uncomfortable prayer circle.

After it was over, I got my mind right so that I could focus on standing in front of 300+ people during the exchange of vows between my friends.

Fast forward, it is now 1130pm & BFB, Suite Suzy & I were talking at the reception about me being pressured into praying.  Suite Suzy said I should have got off my ass and at least pretended.  BFB co-signed & said that I should have as well, then he said he just bowed his head & went along with the program despite his feelings. 

I also shared this story with my friend Zana days later & she sided with BFB & Suite Suzy & said when in Rome, do as the Romans or stay the fuck out.  She also looked at me & had that oh no you didn’t look, which was funny.

Basically BFB was not tripping on me & knew were I was coming from & he knows where my heart is.  I mean, we have been friends for 24 years, why would I do anything just to fuck him up???

Last Sunday on the drive home, I thought more about the church incident & was questioned why Christians (not all but many) like running guilt trips on others that do not see things the way they do.  And I also pondered, why fake a prayer in the circle of believers, wouldn’t my disbelief cancel some of that shit out???

Then I thought, what if I practiced Santeria and had that same guy at a religious gathering on my turf & we were about to sacrifice a chicken & I ran the same game on him that he ran on me.  Would he help in the murder of the said chicken to be there for his boy?  I think not.

This incident & a few others helped to solidify my belief that Christianity is a religion based on guilt, intolerance & mental domination.  If you want to argue me on this point, I can quote scripture that back my points up, so go there if you dare.  I grew up in the church so I am equipped to fight, although I prefer not to.

When I look at other regions, I do not see the as much of the things that turn me off about Christianity.  Ultimately, I respect all who respect my & my beliefs or lack there of.  I do not run around trying to convert people etc so don’t fuck with my by trying to force your practices, beliefs & systems on me.

Live & let live & do what’s best for you & I will do me.

Sing Baby Sing!

Taken from an interview amongst friends:
Bygbaby: Do you know the nation anthem, can you sing it?
Tafari: I do not know the words but I can hum along if pressed

Bygbaby: Do you the Black national anthem, can you sing it
Tafari: Ummm, yeah!  I know it by heart & can sing it at a moments notice

Bygbaby: Do your kids know either of these anthems?
Tafari: No, but I have thought about teaching them the Black national anthem, I just have not gotten there yet.  No thoughts on the other.
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I was on the Field Negro’s blog today & spotted a story about one of my favorite contemporary jazz singers René Marie.  It looks like René was selected to sing the national anthem in Denver for an address given by the mayor of the city.  I will let you see for yourself what jumped off.

When the video started playing, I said OH SHIT!!!!  What we’s gone do now… After she finished her performance, I thought I heard a mouse fart in that room because it got so damn quite.

From Cleveland.com:

"A lot of attention has been paid to a recent political performance by noted Denver jazz singer René Marie.

People have called the performance inappropriate.

Marie, no stranger to Cleveland Heights' Nighttown, was invited to sing the national anthem before Denver Mayor John Hickenlooper's State of the City address last week. But when she took the stage, Marie performed a song called, "Lift Ev'ry Voice and Sing," also known as the Negro national anthem by some.

It's a powerful Negro spiritual. But since America is only about 11 percent black, most Americans have never heard of the song.

Marie, a talented vocalist and intellect, knows this.
Yet she was content to leave many of the folks attending Denver's State of the City address with horrified looks as she made an inspired mockery of ceremony.

Indeed, for sheer shock value, Marie, could have hardly been more provocative -- or artistically inappropriate -- if she had simply sung "Dixie," or broke into a chorus of Lil' Wayne's "Drop It Like It's Hot."…"

From Associate Content:

"In a surprise attempt at artistic expression, singer Chanteuse René Marie blended the national anthem with James Weldon Johnson's "Lift Ev'ry Voice and Sing," which is commonly referred to as the "Black National Anthem." To make matters worse, this impromptu artistic and political statement was made during Denver Mayor John Hickenlooper's annual State of the City address.

In response, to this faux pas, The Rocky Mountain News is reporting that the Denver City Council is being hammered with hate-filled messages. With eyes already looking towards Denver because of the August 25th Democratic National Convention, the singing of "The Black National Anthem" is a racially and politically charged stunt that will have major implications for Barack Obama, the Democrats, and Denver.

Chanteuse René Marie says she doesn't have any regrets. In fact, she is quoted in the Rocky Mountain News as saying "You have to risk things."

I tell you I love it!!!  René made a powerful statement & I appreciate her for that & her daring to go there.  What I found most interesting is the fact that people tried to tie this to Barack Obama WTF.... I want to know who he can't be tied to.

René did a excellent interview about this drama with Michelle Martin on “Tell Me More”.  If you have another 7 minutes on your hands, have a listen.

I know her critics are out of their fucking minds for jumping off with overtly racist feedback. Furthermore, I am happy to know that she is holding her ground with an apology.

René, you go boo!!!

P.S. Why must we Negroes. love America to fucking death? We were up in this bitch before the majority of the Europeans. We built this bitch & we have freedom of speech & expression just like anyone else. Check the constituion cuz we as a people certainly do not owe you shit.

Time is Short But...

School Sucks - My blogging is sucking as of late because of time constraints, I am left to do updates, so bare with me for a few weeks as I struggle in this damn statistics class, which I am failing as we speak.

I took the first test this past Monday & got a 50% on that bitch.  I am not giving up though!  If I have to take it again, at least I will have a leg up.  Stay tuned!!!

My New Whip - Last week before the trip to NYC, I picked up my new car & got rid of my gas guzzling SUV.  I did not get the Prius like I wanted because of the jacked trade-in drama (poor me)!  I winded up getting the Saturn Aura XE, which I liked from a far, I just wanted a hybrid. .  I got a great deal on the car, 2000 cash incentive, GM discount & the have me 10k for my car (Toyota tried to give me 8k).

After riding high for the last 6 years, I’m getting used to riding lower but I keep bumping my head when I get in & out.  The ride is very nice & super quite & ooooooooooooo, that new car smell is sexy enough to make me juice my draws.

Like most guys, I don’t like to read instruction manuals, which means that I am still figuring out shit.  Today I saw that I had lumbar support & automatic seats, this discovery made me smile.

One thing that I’m really loving on the car is the XM radio that it came with.  I discovered a really nice jazz station “Watercolors” & “The Move”, which is a nice house station.  My kids are digging the Disney station but it gives me a headache.

I Love Getting Packages – Who says money cannot buy you friends?  For 460 bucks, my new Nikkon 50mm f/1.2 lens will be my friend for life!  He arrived straight from Japan just at just the right moment yesterday & we have been having some fun.  This new friend will take some getting used to because he is a manual old school lens.

I meet this young guy in NYC last week and he had one on his camera & I asked to see it & he was like sure it I let him play with my 85mm f/1.8.  We swapped for about 30 minutes & I knew I had to have a 50mm f/1.2 for myself.  This lens is starting to get hard to find in the US especially new.  Stayed tuned for some kick ass night shots taken with this bad boy.

Politricks – Yesterday, when I was walking out of my office, my cell rung & it was from some weird number but I still answered.  It was a woman from the Obama campaign calling to tell me that they just opened up a campaign office in my area & she wanted to know if I would be interested in volunteering.  Like a fool, I said yes, with excitement, like it was him asking me himself. 

I go for the orientation next week, & I told her up front that I am not doing the door-to-door thing.  Since I am all ready pimped out for time, I will be limiting myself to helping out to 2-3 times per month.  Yes, I am caught up in an Obamafied state, but a brother has to watch his time budget.

Speaking of Obama, I ordered some campaign buttons 2 weeks ago & my shit better show up this week or I’m jumping the fuck off!

So today Ralph Nader put his foot in his “white speaking” mouth & said “… I haven't heard him have a strong crackdown on economic exploitation in the ghettos. Payday loans, predatory lending, asbestos, lead. What's keeping him from doing that? Is it because he wants to talk white? He doesn't want to appear like Jesse Jackson? We'll see all that play out in the next few months and if he gets elected afterwards..."

Honestly speaking, I feel what Nader is saying, he just said it sooooo very wrong.  And from my recollection, he is right, I have not heard anything comprehensive from Obama on these issues, but I also have not heard them from Nader or McCain.  Who ever becomes president will have to address issues in the Black community but he will also need to address the nation as a whole.  I just know that we will put a lot of stock into Obama to help solve our collective needs but we need to also look at the big picture.

Moving on, last week, while at dinner with blogging buddies, I asked them if they thought Michelle Obama would rock some corn-rows up in the White House if Barack got elected.  We all laughed but all said that she would.  What do you think?

The question that is circling my mind this week is, if Barack was elected, would he apologize for slavery if the issue came back up from Civil Rights groups or if it was reintroduced in Congress.  Actually, if I attend another town hall meeting & have the chance to ask the question, I will ask him myself.  It’s not a deal breaker for me but I want to know what he thinks.  I would also ask the same question to Turkey Neck McCain.  Thoughts???

Other Bullshit News - Is the Supreme Court out of their fucking minds???  1st, I think capital punishment needs to be in all states because some mutha fuckers just need to be killed for some of the shit that they do; point blank!!!  Today, them Supreme Court fools stated that it is unconstitutional to issue the death penalty to anyone convicted of raping a child, assuming that the child is not merked.

What about the child being damaged for life physically & mentally???

If anything tried to lay a hand on one of my daughters, it will be a scene out of John Grisham’s novel “A Time to Kill” jumping off up in this bitch!

Will someone shut Don Imus the fuck up!  I listened to his comment a few times over the last few days & his excuse is just not gelling.  I think he needs to get dropped off on 29th & Broadway so the “Niggas” that were about to beat my ass have a little talk with him.

NYC Nigga Tales

Niggas on Broadway:  Thursday about 7pm, I was walking down Broadway headed toward Times Square to meet Suite Suzy for dinner @ Victor’s Cuban Café.  It was a long hike because I was walking from 17th & needed to get to 52nd; damn my ‘feets’ were hurting!  I know I could have taken the subway, but I really like walking to see whatever I can see.

When I made it to Broadway & 29th, I spotted a rack of sequin covered Converse All Stars & decided to pull out my camera because they looked pretty cool.  I popped on my 50mm lens & started taking shots; then out of nowhere this guy asked me if I was taking pictures of the shoes or the “niggas”.  I was thrown off by the question.  He then asked me again in a more aggressive tone.  Are you taking “pictures of shoes or niggas”.  I replied, what are you talking about, what “niggas”?  Next thing I know, like 8 “niggas” popped out of nowhere (yes, magically appearing niggas).  They were all thugged out, most with fucked up teeth & I was like hmmmmmm.

At this point, I was like the shoes as I started to walk away.  Then he and a few other “niggas” were like, we out here doing some shit, ain’t no pictures allowed.  And lastly, the head “nigga” took one of the shoes & threw it on the ground & was like came back a take a picture BITCH, if you want a picture of this bitch ass shoe, come take one now.  Since I am usually not in the mood to get into a street jump off with a bunch of  “niggas”, I declined his offer & kept stepping.

As I continued to walk, I did notice quite a few “niggas” out & about on Broadway between 29th & 30th looking like they were slangin’.

A few things I learned were,  a) niggas, can appear from nowhere, b) niggas do not care if you are an artist c) my camera bag can be used to swing on cars but not sure how it would work on “niggas” on Broadway  d) I need to be more aware of my surroundings.

Niggas Need Cabs Too:  Wednesday night after wonderful conversation & dinner at Negril Village with bloggers Cluizel, Jose Vilson, & Renea, Suite Suzy & I decided to take a taxi back to the hotel because we were both tired (and that last pomegranate rum punch me over the edge).

The decision to catch a cab was pretty easy but actually getting one was a little difficult.  I cannot tell you how many cabs whizzed by with no passengers that would not stop for us.  After 10 minutes of flagging cabs down, we finally got picked up.  We got in the cab, me with an attitude, said, thanks for picking up a couple of Negroes.

Once we were off, I expressed my frustration with CWB (Cabbing While Black).  The driver was a Negro himself, Ghanian in fact, so we had an open discussion.

He shared a few stories with us that illustrated his frustration on having to deny “his people” rides.  He told us how Blacks [some] would get in for a ride, then jump out @ the destination without paying.  He also told us how people would get in, get to their destination then claim to have little or no many.  He even described an incident when a Black woman tried to jack him up physically & monetarily.  Lastly, he stated that he was just really sick of niggas who just want something for nothing & act like you owe them a ride on GP.

The conversation was really interesting & showed me the opposite side of the coin, which gave me a little more understanding of the problem in NYC.

Once Suite Suzy & I were back in the room, we continued the conversation & she felt the reasons given by the cab driver were enough to justify the denial of rides to Black potential passengers.  I on the other hand, felt what he was saying, but the simple fact of the matter to me was not every Negro is going to jump out.

My thing is, if you want to deny rides based on a possible jumper, then you need not drive a cab because shit can/will happen on any job.   I’m Black, have money for your service, so break me off with that ride & don’t speculate on what I might & might not do, just do your job.

After my incident on Broadway, I thought back to the conversation with cab driver & said, these must be the “niggas” that he was talking about.

Look Both Ways

Well from my post below, you could see that the trip got off to a good start, cool right???? Suite Suzy & I never made it to Junior’s in Brooklyn for lunch but we did make it to the Junior’s @ Grand Central Station, which was ALMOST as good.

After lunch we were walking back to the hotel & talking about various things blah, blah, blah.  Then we come to the intersection of Park & 36th where the cars were lined up waiting to go down 36th.  Since we had the right of way, we walked in between cars like others, no big deal right???  Well it was a big deal for me.  Just before I got past this cab, he speed up & hit me.  Yes, I fucking got hit by a damn cab while walking.

After I got up off my ass, I launched into a niggafied attack & asked the cab driver why the fuck did he hit me.  “Why did you hit me BITCH”,  “Are you fucking BLIND”,  “I cannot believe you just tried to run my black ass over”.  The bitch ass cab driver was like I’m sorry, I did not mean to do it.  I then went into a blind ghetto rage & said “fuck you bitch” then out of no where took my 10 lb camera bag and swung it at his car making a major dent in the drivers side door.

At this point, I had a moment of clarity & was like OMG, did I just swing my camera bag at this bitch????  All the while the cab driver was like I’m sorry, I’m sorry etc.  Moments later, I walked off & he then shouted to me to suck his cock (yeah, he was white).  I shouted back, suck MY cock you dumb BITCH.  Actually, I was the dumb bitch, a) for not punching him in the face b) for swinging my camera bag & c) for totally losing my cool.

Anyway, so now Suite Suzy & I continue to walk down Park & all the while I just kept saying, “I cannot believe what just happened”.  About the 15th time I said, “I cannot believe what just happened”, this fat white chick with a tongue ring & flip-flops (I  hate flip-flops) popped out of no where & was like “excuse me mister, can I ask you a few questions?”  “I said no, you cannot ask me shit (I was still pissed)”.  She looked shocked & said, “well I like your dreads” (why did she do that).  I then said, “I do not have dreads, I have locks, do I look like a goddam Rastafarian????  Do some research you dumb ass.”  Suite Suzy was like, let’s get you back to the room before you end up on Rikers Island tonight.

After we got back to the room, I called all my friends & told them what jumped off & of course, like any good storyteller, I had to add new & juicier elements to the story.  I actually became laughable after telling the story for the 8th time (by this time it involved stitches, a police report, some ecstasy pills, a black eye & some semen).

The day progressively got better & ended us seeing “Cat On A Hot Tin Roof”, which was EXCE-FUKING-LLENT & a must see if you get the chance before the end of it’s run, which is this coming weekend.  It was soooooooooooooo much better than what I expected (I actually did not know what to expect) & the cast was phenomenal, especially Terrance Howard aKa “Super Perm”.

The day ended with a bomb meal from Victor’s Cuban Café, (one of our must eat at spots) & me repeating the car accident story one more time to my sister, who asked if I beat his ass.

Tomorrow, while Suite Suzy, is in her conference; I will be walking the Brooklyn bridge & trying to find others things of photographic interest before dinner with a few blogging friends.

Call All Dem Niggas Out!

Piggybacking off my Fathers Day post, I wanted to help spread this story from the news: "Obama tells black fathers to engage their children".

I think he needs to set up a council that I can join to help negligent, trifling & otherwise crappy fathers become men, parents & examples of greatness.

I hope Barack’s status in the world can engage loser fathers & make them want to be & act better. At this point, many great Black leaders have called fathers out but many seem not to get it. I guess if Barack cannot do, who the fuck can. I am not saying that Barack is the answer to all
the world’s problems but……
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CHICAGO — Barack Obama celebrated Father's Day by calling on black fathers, who he said are "missing from too many lives and too many homes," to become active in raising their children.

"They have abandoned their responsibilities, acting like boys instead of men. And the foundations of our families are weaker because of it," the Democratic presidential candidate said Sunday at a largely black church in his hometown.

Reminding the congregation of his firsthand experience growing up without a father, Obama said he was lucky to have loving grandparents who helped his mother. He got support, second chances and scholarships that helped him get an education. Obama's father left when he was 2.

"A lot of children don't get those chances. There is no margin for error in their lives," said Obama, an Illinois senator.

"I resolved many years ago that it was my obligation to break the cycle — that if I could be anything in life, I would be a good father to my girls," added Obama, whose daughters, Sasha and Malia, and his wife, Michelle, watched from the audience.

..."Any fool can have a child. That doesn't make you a father," he said. "It's the courage to raise a child that makes you a father."... (Read More Here)

All It Takes Is One Drop

I was at a diversity conference recently & during a Q&A session, someone asked  Susan Molinari (fmr rep. congresswoman) how she felt race was going to impact the presidential election.  She then went into this grandiose rant about how beautiful it was going to be for the democratic process & talked about how proud she was to see a woman [Hillary Clinton] crack the glass ceiling & how awesome it was to watch a  Black man [Barack Obama] become the first legitimate Black candidate of a major political party etc etc.

After her bullshit comments, & considering many more that I have heard about BO’s race, I wondered why it seems like white America is so quick to dismiss his white mother & grandparents that raised him.  Is he not white enough?

Why do we as Negroes accept anyone that is “Black” openly based on the one drop rule.

I guess at least Barack and many other mixed race individuals accept the “Black community” & operate in & around it.  Then you have your Tiger Woods people, who seem to deny their Blackness & are far removed.

Should the one drop rule be addressed & confronted like many controversial words.  Should we be following the rule of “Partus Sequitur Ventrem”?  What makes sense???

I really don’t know what I’m saying but I just think the factors are interesting.

The Color Purple

"Shug Avery: More than anything God love admiration.

Celie: You saying God is vain?

Shug Avery: No, not vain, just wanting to share a good thing. I think it pisses God off when you walk by the color purple in a field and don't notice it."

Although I do not believe in God, these line from the “Color Purple” some of my favorite lines ever.

As I mention in my last 2 posts, I went to a friend’s retirement party this past weekend, & one of the recurring themes was religion when friends & family took the podium to offer well wishes & stories of yesterday. Then there was this group prayer before dinner started. I was not surprised by of any of this because this is just how Negroes do. Before the prayer started, I was wishing that we were not asked to join hands & do some type of group prayer & luckily, we did not.

Anyway, I found the stories & other rhetoric laced with religion to be oddly comforting. I thought to myself, it is so nice to here how religion makes some people feel empowered & happy. I think we all need something to hold on to but for me religion/worship/false sense of security is not for me.

Lat year, during a conversation with my mom, she was like, boy you need to pray on that. I was like, I don’t do that no mo’. She was like why & I replied, I am not into that any longer & I don’t see the point. Either things will change for the better or they won’t. No matter what I have to keep moving on. She said she understood & sometimes wants to turn away from religion but cannot. Then she was like, I need to pray for your ass.

We have had a few arguments over my disbelief & it always ended with me saying, I respect you for your belief system, why can’t you respect me for mine. Then I always have to ask her, why Christians specifically are so quick to tell someone that they are going to hell just because they think differently. That usually ends the argument, then we go into, what are you having for dinner.

I have had similar conversations with friends & the topic is always so hot.

Most recently, my 2nd cousin Big Albert passed & his funeral is this Saturday. When my mom called to give me the news, I was like shit, I have tickets to the Red Bull Air Race. Today mom called & said the family hour was at 12 & the funeral was at 1230. My first question was why is the family hour only 30 minutes???

Moments later, I called Cousin Dee to let her know the times so we could figure out how we would make this happen with our other plans. I mentioned that I wanted to go to the family hour & dip out. I told her I was not in the mood for a long drawn out funeral, sermon, burial & repass. Shit by the time it is all over, it will be 8 damn pm. She agreed.

I love Big Albert & it was really time fro him to go. He had been sick for a while & after his stroke, things just went down a long road of bad health & extended care facility visits.

I think his wife was ready for it to be over too. Shit, the funeral is within the same week of his death & you know Niggas take at least 2 weeks to get in the ground. We gotta scrape up money because we don’t plan, then we gotta wait for our cousins to drive up from down south, then figure out were they all gone stay.

I hope Big Al’s spirit is where he wants it to be, if there is a place to be.

Blah... Blah... Blah...

Instead of taking 50 self portraits just to get the “right one”, I need to be working on a website that I volunteered to do.  I am so not in the mood to do it.  Why oh why did I volunteer my time when I have so little.

This will be my last web design for anyone outside of myself, unless of course if the client has my minimum & then it will still depend.

Anyway, my whole weekend turned out much different than I expected:

I got totally sold out for the VIP pass to the DEMF.  It is so tacky to offer gifts then disappear when it is time to give.  I was not pressed but happy to have a VIP pass & like I always do, I made a way out of no way & go a pass anyway.  On a related note, Cousin Dee sold me out Saturday to go to some Pistons basketball game.  One more sale out from Cousin Dee, & she will not be able to be added to my calendar.

Anyway, the festival was cool but I t has been better in past years.  The crowd has totally changed to young kids (under 25). And the music in most cases was too mainstream for my tastes.  Not only that, I am not feeling the ticket prices at all.  The real base of fans of house & electronic music are excluded from participating in this event IMO.  Most Detroiter’s do not have 50 bucks (I am so generalizing) to pay for music from obscure artist.

To make matters more interesting, I found the "Soul Skate" after party more fun than the hours I spent at the DEMF itself.

If you are interested in seeing my photojournal of the DEMF, click here. (May favorite shot is the one of Pete Rock spinning)

I got all of my cleaning done & swapped out my fall/winter clothes for my spring/summer.  This shit was not fun & I am out of storage space.  I really need to stop shopping as much as I do.

The fam & I never made it to see "Speed Racer" this weekend but we were so busy, no one cared.  To end the weekend, we set off a chicken & waffles dinner and it was all good!

The best unexpected things to jump off this weekend was a) I got booked to shoot a fashion show & party for next Friday & b) I was asked to speak at my friend Dahia’s retirement celebration.  The request came at the last minute, but it was right on time!  During my brief talk, I fought back a few tears so I had to cut it short. I was so honored to share my experience having Dahia in my life & now, half of Detroit knows.

Anyway, I am out, & hope to be back on the website project tomorrow after work.  Damn I don’t want to!!!

HillBillies

Hillary Clinton's hard working American base is fucked up.  I know now all Whites are not racist but there are a hell of a lot of them & I think we will see that come out as Barack Obama makes his way towards 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.

I saw this video on Jovan Miles' blog & was not shocked, or freaked out.  I was & am just like, damn, what we's gone do about these HillBillies that ain't got no teeth, poor as hell, uneducated, obviously do not read or watch the news to know who policy makers are & don't mind fucking a sheep or cousin here or there.

I am so happy that I do not live in those southern towns where these type people breath & hold their head up high like they are the most precious thing under the sun.

I'm surprised that no one yelled out "white power" or "I likes coloreds but they all just some shady coons".

White men have been fucking this country up from jump.  What makes people think that one day a white man will get it right?

What we's gone do???

Why is Black Just Black

Last week when Billary was courting the "Hillbillies" of W. Virginia, she stated that she has the blue collar voters supporting her & that Obama could not get them in his camp. The media spread this as most of us see this to mean; that she has the white voter & Obama did not have the pull to take it away from her.

This week, I was listening to my favorite NPR program: "News & Notes" & Jay Andersen of Average Bro blog on the "Bloggers Round Table" segment, questioned why Black American voters  get sifted in to just being black, while white American voters get sifted into many descriptive classifications such as:

• Soccer Mom
  
• Nascar Dad
  
• Working Class
  
• Blue Collar Worker
  
• Middle American
  
• Moral Majority
  
• Evangelical
  
• Etc....
  

Then he cleverly asked why we Negoroes get one classification; "BLACK"!

Today after having lunch with Suite Suzy & Sade, a bit aired on the radio on how Billary is dividing people with her blue collar appeal & that made me think.

Suite Suzy is a soccer mom, we are a middle class (but somewhat ghetto) family, we both were once blue collar workers & we are both Democrats, who happen to be Black.

Do we count for anything else other than being Black? Why are we always just Black? If you are Black & have climbed the later in life professionally or socially, we are still just Black.

A Black man in a Beamer, with a Brooks Brother's suite on in Manhattan pulled over by the NYPD is just a Black man & next beat down or shooting victim. They will not see his power, they will not see his accomplishments, they will not see that he runs a fortune 500 company; they will see A Black Man, A Misfit, A NIGGER.

Am I going overboard? Maybe, maybe not but history & my experience speaks for itself!

Photo Credit: Taken by Chomchom | Entitled "Angela"

Why Bother

I stopped for gas yesterday before work & when I pulled up tot he pump, this is what the person before me got. I think it was enough to get to the next freeway exit.

I remember way back when, when 5 bucks would last for a few days. Now it lasts for an hour or so. It is sad to think that wages are going down while the price of gas & food are rising higher than ever. How will those with lesser means make it???

Funny thing about this also is, about 2 weeks ago, I was talking with a friend & told her that I was going to the gas station to get 5 bucks worth of gas. She laughed & said why bother. She said that when she sees people getting 5 bucks or less, she knows that some shit is about to go down. The only person that gets that small amount is a get-away-car driver. We both laughed!

Sad State of Affairs

What the hell kind of weed was OJ smoking when he admitted to killing his wife & her boo? That must have some good shit for him to slip up & expose the truth that we all know but love to deny.

Sad thing is that he cannot be retried, he is not the 1st person to get away with murder (well, maybe the 1st Black man to get away with murdering a white woman) & will not be the last. I wonder how his kids feel about him????

What the fuck took so long to get R. Kelly’s trial going??? In the last six years, that nigga released like 8 albums, made me “step in the name of love” countless times, he did 35 collabos & paid for 4 abortions. Honestly, why is this going to trial??? I saw the video when it was circulating & if that was not R. Kelly, maybe he was kidnapped & got into some “face off” type shit.

The (obviously willing) victim is now twenty-damn-three & is denying that it is her in the video. Can you say, the dick brainwashed her (she needs to talk to Alexyss) & she mos def got paid off.

The Detroit City Council is a step closer in getting Kwame’s delusional ass out of office. All I wanna know is what can I do to help!

In other news:

1st) Who made that dress?
2nd) Likeded is not a word!
3rd) Why does she have that big ass tattoo on her chest & that tongue ring?
4th) Why is this in the news, & who really cares?
5th) Last but not least, where is her momma. I would have said where are the parents but it is clear that there is no father around.
6th) Can't wait to see this featured on the Hot Ghetto Mess website.

In personal news:
- I got a Myspace message from my sister Baby today that stated “just left the doctors and my due date is 11-11-08 yes i'm having a baby”. OK, WTF!!!

1st) Why would you Myspace message that kind of news. This is worse that a text message. So impersonal!!! And why didn’t you just tell me this bittersweet news when you saw me Saturday?
2nd) Last week you called me because you were out of money & food until your current boo got paid & begged me to order you a pizza so yall grown asses could have something to eat. How are you going to afford another mouth to feed. Oh wait, I know food stamps. Duh!!!!
3rd) You don’t have a job now, have not had one for months, is this a sign of a life line system lifestyle?
4th) Why is my mom so excited about this new baby? Yes I know it is another grandchild who will be precious, but all I see is another bastard child who will be sharp as hell & living in the lap of ghetto luxury.
5th) My sister changes her boo more than she changes her panties. I started to ask whose it was but that just would have been too fucked up for me to even ask.
6th) Why do I have to have that one sibling that people talk about at the family reunion?

I love my Baby, but she makes the worst life decisions ever. I wanted to call her so bad tonight but all I would have to say would have been counter productive & a waste of breath. What’s done is done.

In political news:
- Will someone fucking take over Myanmar with an international coup. I really do not understand why the government over there is denying aid. I saw videos of all of the squalor & dead bodies floating around to this day. I guess if I was a Katrina victim, I would stop complaining right about now, or at least until the FEMA checks ran out.

- Hillary, you mos def can’t count & we all know you can’t budget. Drop the fuck out & have a BBQ with your hard working white supporters. How dare you insinuate that white Americans are the only ones that are middle class, hard workers etc. This is the exact reason your campaign is going down faster than Monica Lewinsky or Karrine Steffans in a room full of hot dick & nuts.

- George Bush, fuck pictures of your daughter's wedding cuz I don’t give a fuck!!! I wanna see my damn stimulus package check. I need some damn gas money bitch.

Take a Bite Please

I have not given a Watermelon Award away in quite some time.  Actually the last one I gave out was to Kanye West after he referred to light skinned Black video hoes as “mutts”.  I think about who deserves a Watermelon Award all the time but never put it down on paper & basically talk shit to my friends about possible recipients.

Well now that the semester is coming to an end, and I’m feeling free; it’s time to issue some awards to some ghetto superstars.

The 1st award goes to Jeremiah Wright.  Why?  Well, because I think he should have held his tongue so that his former parishioner, mentee & friend Barack Obama could wrap up the Democratic nomination process.  I have been watching the coverage of his antics since his appearance in Detroit (city of many fools) & I have not been impressed.  He had the perfect opportunity to change national perceptions & all he did was make shit worse, a) for himself/reputation & b) for Barack.

Truth be told, I actually agree with a lot of what Wright has to say but there comes a point when a nigga needs to shut the fuck up especially when he is harming someone who has aspirations larger than thyself.  Barack is trying to become the fucking president of the US, why would you open your mouth & possibly fuck that up???

Jeremiah put your foolish pride aside & let another brotha have the stage please.  And while you are on the sidelines, please have a slice of watermelon!

The 2nd award goes to; you guessed it, Kwame Kilpatrick.  Special K, why are you denying that you & Freaky Chris (Christine Beatty) never sent all them text messages?  If you two did not send them, who in the fuck did.  And do you really think that you are that important for someone to frame you?  Muthafuckas dubbed the Hip Hop mayor are not all that important.  Please look in the mirror & wake the fuck up!  If you spent more time eating watermelon instead of Freak Chris, you would not be in this hot mess.

If Freaky Chris got her shit together & your hot dick & nuts off her mind, she would turn evidence on your ass.  And speaking of hot dicks & nuts, Kwame must have fucked the shit out of her to have this bitch about to face time for his ass.  Man, talk about dick whipped.  He had her ass hypnotized. She needs to watch a few Alexyss K Tylor videos t o get out of her dick-oriented matrix!

The 3rd award goes to the nigga that got on the elliptical machine next to me at the gym yesterday (he also happens to be the gym hot mess of the week).  Why did you come in the gym musty?  Why did you have to get on the machine next to me & talk to your friend who was on elliptical machine to my right?  I was sandwiched between to fools talking about absolutely nothing & loud as hell.  The sad thing was both of their breath was off the chain & smelled like severe halitosis.  I was surrounded by aroma of badussy (booty, dick & pussy) & crack head scented armpits.  By the time I left the gym, I had a pounding funk induced headache.

Do you have any Watermelon Award recommendations for this week???

A Confessed 19%er

After last Tuesday PA primary, I was a little down because BO lost by 9.4%.  After CNN called the race I was like shit, what we’s gone do now.

During HC speech, I found myself having a harder time looking at her marionette type face.  Every word she spoke turned me off, but deep down, way deep down, I was like good for her; even liars & back stabbers can be winners some times.

On the flip side, I was not even in the mood to here BO speak so I cut the tv off & feel asleep with May 6th on my mind.  I am thinking that if BO cannot take BO, the shit is over & it will get a whole lot nastier for real.

Going back to the tv.  One thing that stuck with me in terms of all of the Gallup Poll stats thrown out by the CNN commentators was the fact that 28% of HC’s supporters will back JM if BO is the Democratic party nominee & 19% of BO’s supporters will back JM if HC is the Democratic party nominee.  I was like shit, those numbers are tough no matter how you slice it.

I said months ago that if HC was the Democratic nominee, I was not going to vote at all & possible reject no I mean denounce my citizenship if she won.

Today I feel a little different because I kinda like JM although his tightly packed yellow teeth, turkey neck & partially embalmed body make me want to throw up in my shirt.

Another thing that is bothering about my decision to be 19% is the fact that if I do not vote, I am fucking over our predecessors who fought for voting rights.  And the voting rights act was passed only 43 years ago & recently renewed.  Do I really want to sale out the people that died to have the choice that I have?  In terms of my other conscious do I want to sale myself out by voting for someone that I think will suck if they were in office.  Things would be much more simple of we had candidates that had it all; integrity, honest, not too ugly, not hated around the world, can speak a complete sentence that makes since, no DUI’s, drug issues, no huge sexual appetite that makes them creep etc.

Anyway, I am an anxious 19% hoping for the best from BO over the next few weeks.  I hate to say it, but I hope that BC makes another fuck-up & HC tells another lie & I hope that someone else asks CC where’s Monica to just piss her off.  BTW, where is Monica & I wonder who she’s backing in the race.  We all know she loves a democrat.

Since we are talking about politricks, check out LosAngelista’s latest post “Tough Enough”,  I’m loving it!

Post Jump Off: Hey Boo

Dear Blog,

I am back up in this bitch & I hope that I will not bore you with a little Bygbaby potpourri.  I told you that a lot has been going on so I will try to be as brief as possible

“Although inspired in part by a true incident, the following story is fictional but not really and does not depict any actual person or event but it really does but I can’t say.”

School & Making it Through
My last math test was a b-eye-itch!  I really did not study & felt half way confident that I would do ok to get a C because I was at the point of not giving a fuck, I just want this shit ova!  So this Monday’s class was results & I had my fingers crossed to get a C.  The instructors lands the graded test in front of me & I had a big fat 93%!!!  I was like, is this my shit???  I was so geeked but even more excited that I have one test left.  At this point, I am looking at getting a B out of the class.  It will be great if I can pull off a B+ because my GPA will stay just above a 3.0, which means that I get my transfer scholarship when I land at the EMU business school in the fall.

Yes, the last piece of my last sentence is right.  I am finally fucking done with community college after a very sporadic 7 years of classes here & there.

I found out Monday that I was eligible to graduate this May from WCC.  1st thing Monday am, I met with the assistant dean at the b-school of EMU who looked at my transcript & was like what the are you waiting for, you need to be here now!  We combed through my current credits & the requirements of the BA program & all I need is 15 classes to have a BA with a specialization in HR.  15 classes ain’t shit now, I am looking forward to knocking them out.  I am ultra excited & cannot wait to be on my way to a 4 year degree.

My family & were excited to hear my little news & that made me feel good.  Thx to all of my blogging friends ho have lifted me up during the last 2 years especially with the math drama!!!

So I will be going to the little graduation ceremony next month & mostly to show my girls that this shit matters.  Some time next month I also plan to have a little party to celebrate with my friends who tease me about being the oldest nigga in my classes.

To celebrate myself (and I do that so well), I am getting a Vaja messenger bag in dk brown with red trim.  I need a bag upgrade desperately because my Coach messenger bag looks like it was taken from an organized crack head!!!

Photos & Soul for Sale
Sunday before last, I uploaded 13 photos to iStockphoto & Wednesday before last 9 were approved & 4 were rejected.  I was pretty excited about that.  By Thursday, I was a whole ¢26 richer!!!  One of my photos sold & I was so geeked.

I’m using iStockphoto as a litmus  test to see if some of my work as commercial viability in the stock industry.  If things go pretty good, then I will step my game up & try to join a stock house.

Time & sales will tell, so stay tuned.

Gym Hot Mess of the Week
If you go to the gym, you are familiar with a lot of the hot mess that walks up in there.  I usually do a gym hot mess of the week based on some of the tacky shit that people wear, do & say.  Before yesterday, the Overbuff Muscled Headed Negro (I have names for them all) was my gym hot mess of the week.  He’s new & when I first saw him, I was like WTF is up with those huge blue jean MC Hammer pants.  The as I got closer to him, I was like what is that shit hanging off your face.  Well upon closer inspection, I saw that it was a single lock, at least 8 ft long that he had wrapped around his neck like some type of necklace.

Well, yesterday, the Overbuff Muscled Headed Negro was no longer the gym hot mess of the week.  The Long Faced Red Locked Fat Boy was the official gym hot mess of the week.  Yes, I am the Long Faced Red Locked Fat Boy & it is impossible for me to be beat for this weeks title!  Let me tell you why.

Yesterday morning before work, I packed my gym bag & cross checked to be sure I have everything; tight work out shorts, over shorts, t-shirt, socks, gym shoes, hair tie, pad lock, water bottle, & towel.  Once I verified everything, I hit the door.  So now it’s 645, I’m at the gym getting ready to change.  So I go through the bag & was like shit, where is my t-shirt, where are my socks????  Did that shit leap out of my bag this am???

So I was like damn, I’m happy that I wore a wife beater today, because usually when it warms up outside, I don’t wear undershirts.  Well at least my shirt problem was solved or so I thought.  Once I took off me shirt, I realized that I had on a beat up wife beater with a hole all up in the front & it was “a little” ill fitted & basically tight as hell.  I was like I am going to look nasty as hell with this janky shit on.

Ok so now I take my shoes off & saw that I had on a pair of wildly colored argyle socks that were slight moist (yuk).  So who was I going to walk out of the locker room looking like a crack head by the socks & t-shirt with partially wet socks.  Damn my feet felt nasty.

After an abbreviate workout, I left looking a hotter mess than I did when I hit the gym floor.  I need to double & triple check my bag before leaving the house now, because I do not want to be the winner of my own mind game.

I told Cousin Dee about this & we both died laughing!!! I think sometimes we have to laugh at ourselves to stay sane.

Price of Rice
Yesterday while working out at the gym as the hot mess of the week, I was watching CNN & heard several stories about rice shortages & rice rationing from US retailers.  That shit made me have a mini panic.  I called Suite Suzy & told her to stock us up on rice ASAP.  She was like, do you know how much rice I buy.  I was like no.  She was like 25lbs at a time.  I was like ok, get 50bls.  She was like, that is enough for 6 months, then I was like fuck it, get 75lbs.  She was like, are you crazy!  I was like, I do not want to be caught out there with out being able to have my Basmati rice or paying high ass prices.  She talked me down a bit but came home with 50lbs worth.

My next 8 food recipes will all involve Basmati rice, so stay tuned!!! LOL.

I’d Rather Homeless
Sunday, my sister Baby called me & told me that she was about to be evicted from her apartment if she did not come up with 390 bucks before her eviction hearing, which was today.  So I was like, sorry boo, can’t help! But lets talk about what options you do have, which were not many.

Bottom line is that she & her boyfriend, I mean current jump off are totally irresponsible.  I cannot offer finances to support losers who have chronic cash issues.  I felt bad because I do not want my nephew Bay Bay caught up in her ghetto drama but I cannot save someone who does not want to save their self.

Yesterday, I call Baby up to see how she’s doing & she was like, I’m fine, just busy packing.  I was like, so nothing panned out & she was like no.  How can two adults not come up with 390 bucks (Only an elitist would ask that type of question!!!)???

I was like, you know my door is always open to you & Bay Bay (notice, I did not say you boo!!!) without a doubt & she was like that’s OK, we will be fine.  So I was like, so where are you going to go & she was like, I don’t know.  I was like, Baby, come stay with me until you get your shit together.  She was like no & I was like, why not, then she was like, I cannot live with you, I was like what???  You cannot live with me???  She was like no.  I was like what, are you telling me that you would rather be homeless with your child then live with me.  She was like yes.  I was fucked up.

At this point, I had nothing else to say other tan good luck & talk to you later.

So now, I’m like, I must be fucked up, a horrible person, a bitch, the nigga no one wants to be around right,,,

Fast forward a few hours, I’m hurt by what Baby said to me & I had to consult with my inner circle.  So I called my mom, Suite Suzy, Cousin Dee & BFB (individually), & told them what jumped off.  They all were like fuck her, yes even mamma.  They all said you were ok when she wanted money!!!!

Fast forward a few hours more, & I get a call from Baby.  She called to ask me how much it was to go to NYC.  I broke down airfare & hotel & she was like ohhhh.  I was like, why are you moving there now?  She was like no, I’m planning for my B-day.  I was like, oh, OK.  & in my mind, I was like should you not be concentrating on getting a place to live???

After that, I told her she hurt my feeling & from there a fight ensured.  Bottom line is, she really is a loser.  I love her but she has some fucked up priorities & my hands are dusted & I am with a free conscious.  Just because I look like I have it going on, does not mean that I can just break people off change.  And even if I did, have all kinds of money, I still would not be all like here you go boo.

I have no idea hat my sister’s lifestyle means for Bay Bay…

Anyway, I am using my 400 bucks for my custom Vaja bag, not another niggas rent! Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.  Sorry Baby.

Car Troubles
I was so excited about my Prius but it is now dead & that’s because I’m not getting that bitch.  When the car came in, the dealership tried to fuck me over on my trade in & being fucked over is not something that I’m into.

So for now, I am saying fuck the environment & will continue to burn a whole in the ozone layer & my pocket with this damn SUV V6 engine.

Good thing I got them 4 damn tires.

Water Closet

My office is next to the ladies room @ work & it so gets on my nerves. The toilet is flushed every 3 minutes WHOOOOOOSH & all the gossip I hear is ridiculous. The really sad thing is, I can tell sometimes who's in there setting it off because I have become very good at decoding fart patterns.

Baltimore Beat Down

I saw this video & got pissed off early this am! The student needs to fucked up then jailed & the parents need to be investigated for raising a violent asshole. There is no way that I could teach in a school where a student would have the nerve to step to me. Shit I would constantly be one step away from prison. This kinda reminds me of that little girl in Florida who was arrested for acting like a lunatic in her classroom. That child too needed a beat down & her momma needed to be bitch slapped.

I am not sure why there needs to be an investigation as to why this happened. The fact is that it did happen & something needs to be done about it!

I’m sick of these lazy ass parents with these children that are out of control!

Not So Friendly Skies

Why are the Transportation Security Administration airport workers so damn tacky? No matter what airport I travel from or to, the TSA workers are all the same.  They seem largely uneducated, lack tack, loud as hell, can’t speak, smile in your face as they take you Dasani water & bitch about not being able to take a break. And why was TSA worker (Black woman) at the security check point with short wet hair with brown gel slicked back with those white head/neck wraps holding her shit down on the sides.  All she needed was a hood dryer, magazine, a 2 piece from Popeye’s & red soda pop.

Why do you have to show your boarding pass & ID to three people within a 4 ft radius?  I find this very annoying & I get really annoyed when they ask for my shit, I hand it to them & they do not even look at my ID.  Talk about an agency that needs lean thinking management really bad!

Why did the shoe bomber had to use shoes to attempt a bomb.  I hate taking my shoes off at the airport, especially if I have on sandals.  Being without shoes in these congested areas is just fucking gross.  The TSA/Homeland security are idiots with dumb policies.  I mean what can you really do with an ate up pair of old navy flip flops???

Who really cares what the national threat level is?  I find the every five-minute level warning a little too much.  If it was blue, what the fuck is anyone going to do anyway.  Actually I do not even know what the levels are so it all the same to me.  Just let me know when the shit is hitting the fan.

Why are Flight Attendants such assholes?  Actually I know the answer to this being a former Flight Attendant, so I guess I will hold off on this question.

Why does Spirit Airline nickel & dime people to death?  Yes, they have low fares but they charge 10-20 bucks per checked bag, no complimentary drinks including water.  Don’t come on board hungry, thirsty & broke because you will come up very short!  Today I got slick when they came to get my order.  I said I’ll take a cup of ice please.  The flight attendant looked at me like what, then handed it to me with a question still on her face.  I was thirsty as hell but I was not about to give them bitches any more money!  The ice was nasty but it did hit the spot.

Does anyone else miss having loved ones staying with them at the gate until the plane takes of or meeting you as you deplane with a big smile?  I do!!!  Going to the airport used to be so much fun, now it is just  pain in the ass.

I remember when I was young, my mom always said, when you fly make sure you fly sharp!  I used to always dress up to look my best.  We all know back in the day, not everyone could not afford to fly, so those that could looked the part.  I remember seeing videos of way back when of how travel has changed & how casual people fly nowadays.

Now when I travel, I dress casual or more/less all purpose because you never know who you my run into.  Obviously, people feel differently now because they show up looking like any damn thing.  Nasty flip flops (I hate flip flops), short shorts (aKa pussy shorts), house shoes; need I say more….

Flying commercially sucks & now more than ever.  Sometimes I wish I had magic teleporting powers.

On another note; is anyone else tired of hearing about MLK this week?  What about other Negro leaders, champions & healers???