Does Obama have to choose sides?

This whole Jeremiah Wright thing is very interesting to me. It brings up so many questions about loyalty and what it means to be Black. When Rev Wright was at those press conferences on Monday he insinuated that all Black people feel the way that he does. He said that Obama denounced his words only because he is running for president. It made me think. Do all Black people feel the way that Rev Wright does?He got an NAACP award and a standing ovation during his speech. I know atleast 40 people who truly believe that AIDS was started by the government and that President Bush actually talked to Osama on the phone to schedule 911. At first, it's a litle embarassing to hear Rev Wright talking like that for all of White America to see... but should I be embarrassed? Or should I believe that the CIA puts crack in the black community and that all US Presidents are part of some mystical secret society? It may sound crazy, but if millions of intelligent Black people write about it,talk about it and preach about it who's to say that its false. I know people who believe the matrix is real and will cite references to prove their points. It could be one of those things that is set up to be so ridiculous that it'll be dismissed.

I think that Obama should tread lightly on this one. He could really lose a lot of ground if he gets on our bad side. He seems to be more concerned about the loss of White voters than protecting the strong support that he has from the Black community. Black people respect loyalty. And their elders. If Rev. Wright can persuade all of the people who agree with him not to vote, Obama could have a serious problem on his hands.

It was a like Black People 101 watching Rev Wright dancing around on cnn...especially when my supervisor came to me talking about it laughing. I wonder if it makes white people look at us differently. Hey...maybe that's why Obama spoke out. To save us from ourselves.

Or maybe he really does not agree. How do we feel about that?

Bless yourself for heaven's sake...

I know some people think I must have been raised by wolves cause I don't say bless you. Their sneezes are met with dead silence and they look up at me like I'm some kind of heathen for not blessing the spit that is now covering their hands.

What does it all mean Basil?

Seriously.

Over the years, I've heard that you say bless you because of evil spirits that can enter your body when you sneeze...or because your soul could somehow leave your body if your sneeze is powerful enough...or because your heart supposedly stops for a second when you sneeze thus, the term is supposed to protect you in all three instances.

Wow. I thought I sneezed because there was dust in the air. Little did I know that all of these years my body was being filled up by evil spirits. Go fig.

Anyway, I am not a heathen. I just grew up not saying it. Partly because of my religion, but mostly because I just feel like its pointless.

Adventures in Cobbs Creek

There are certain places in the city that can honestly take your breath away. Cobbs Creek is one of those places that does it for me.
You probably wouldn't have known this because I'm talking about the part below street level...untouched nature...simply glorious.



Its like the air is different down there. Cleaner, thinner, more invigorating.



It was so beautiful. Everytime I go, its like I've never been. All of you writers out there, if you're looking inspiration, you should go.

It's also a perfect place for a good ole game of catch a girl, get a girl.

Okay I'm ready to share...

There's something that I need to share, that I have been resisiting for a while. I'm still not sure why, but I know it has alot to do with other people's perceptions and opinions.

I feel so strongly about this but I think that when people meet me, they expect me to be a different way, like intelligent people can't possibly feel this way. I attribute it to hate, but it still affects me.

On the other hand, I have to be true to myself and my feelings. Its something so special to me that I want to shout it across the mountain tops, but until now, only those closest to me have been able to share in something that brings me the utmost pleasure and comfort.

My love for Beyonce.

I know that there are millions of others who feel the way I do, but then there are atleast the same number of people out there who hate her as much as I love her. And I just can't understand it. She works hard, she's getting money, she's beautiful and she's black. She presents herself as a lady at all times, and loves her mama and daddy. What more can you ask for?

I can understand people having their own opinions about her music, which is cool, because you like what you like. Her movies...okay, again, you can have your own opinions. What I can't understand is the hate factor. I mean, I've actually met people who have said that she is ugly.

Since I started this blog, I've had to resist the urge on a daily basis to plaster videos, clips, and pictures that I took when I was hiding out in the bush---oh yea, I'm not supposed to talk about that. However, I can no longer resist. This morning, the world was graced with new material from our angel, and I have the pleasure and honor to share this newest masterpeice with the world. No video just yet, be patient kiddies, I'll post it when it's available.

Summer Time Hotness!!!!!!



Matthew and Tina have blessed the world yall, and the sooner you get that through your heads, the better off we will all be.

PS. I welcome debate on this issue.

Mustache on my finger

This is the funniest shit I've seen in a long time, and I think I might actually get one. It seems like it would perk up my day no matter what else was going on that was bothering me.

I saw it first yesterday, T-Pain showed his, and I swear I laughed for an hour when he threw it up.

Well, I found out today that it's like some kind of cult fad with a nationwide following...its called a fingerstache. LMAO. Seriously, check out this video:



I swear I'm getting one, and when ever people are pissing me off, I can throw it up and raise my eyebrow and everything will be alright again.

if you're going to beat your kids...do it at home

Okay so the Easter outfits were out in full force today ...some a little overdone, but who am I to judge. The kids are the cutest, big frilly pink dresses, gloves and hats, just adorable.

On the way to pick up my kids, I stopped at a light and noticed an older lady, obviously a grandmother, pushing a baby in a stroller, with three toddlers in tow, all walking, and enjoying the Sunday afternoon sunshine. After grandmom makes it across the street completely, she must have forgotten about the last little girl, probably about 4 or 5 years old, who happened to be all the way on the opposite corner, and lawd hammercy stepped out into the street, attempting to cross on her own. There was a police officer in the row of traffic waiting for them to cross, and when the little girl stepped out, grandmom went back to grab her, and the cop pulled out in front of the traffic so that no one would run the baby over. To make matters worse, when the little girl finally made it across the street, she fell in her pretty Easter outfit, and literally almost fell into the sewer...thats how small she was.

Well, you would have thought it was World War III. Not only did grandmom grip her up hard out of the street, but she proceeded to slap her arond some more because the little girl was still crying. I dont know what came over me, but I couldn't take it anymore and something inside me came unhinged, and I blurted out "leave that baby alone." Yelled it. Loud. It was like I was watching myself do it. Somebody yelled out mind your business, but it didn't even phase me. Grandmom was startled, and I think she realized that not only was she out in public but also that the police were watching her too.

Now don't get me wrong. I have kids too, and I'm not one of those people who feel like kids shouldn't get spanked, because they should. Maybe even sometimes in public, like when they want to play dress up in Saks and they're running under and through the clothes racks...or the occasional time when they try to play you in public because they're around their friends...I could go on and on.

What I don't understand is how (and why) people will beat their kids down to the ground in polite company, or at all for that matter. My kids get on my nerves too, but is there EVER any reason to grip up your 5 year old and call him a bitch while other people are watching you? (Another Easter Day scene I witnessed)

I know some of you out there have witnessed what I'm talking about. Here I go getting all preachy again, but it just makes me soooo sad to think about the way that some kids are forced to grow up. If someone could be so blatant to abuse in the streets, imagine the treatment their kids endure at home, and the mark that it leaves on them as adults.

Love is all we need people...Love, and the occasional spanking.

And Now the News...

Rogue Stingrays????
Did you hear about the woman killed by the Eagle Ray in Florida yesterday???
What a tragedy this is...no one to blame, just a horrible accident that nothing can be done about. Can you imagine what it was like to see and experience this? When it happened to Steve Irwin (RIP Steve) it was a little easier to comprehend, but this is just absolutely random.
And then the damn thing was HUGE!!! They say the ray was at least 5 feet wide and weighed about 75 pounds!!!

Here's a picture of the little bastard...



I don't think that visor is going to fit him...

On a possibly related note, I know by now you've heard that our water supply is most likely contaminated with people's prescription drugs. I wouldn't be surprised of the damn stingray was high on xanax or something.

Stingrays can't fly.

Unless they're high.