Monday, April 25, 2016

My Bodygaurds

I Hate Nightclubs - I'm just good at them.
If one mixes low self-esteem with alcohol and ego and then throws in our state's new open-carry laws - shootouts are bound to happen.

This past weekend I had to stand between two groups of men in the parking lot of the club who were intent upon shooting each other.
No police were needed as the street-bosses tussled over who was going to make sure I was able to get into my club safely.

 I deal with lots of people in my business, many of them good - but some I may have to treat as King David dealt with the sons of Tzeruya.

Just Make the Plastic Coating Grey...

I buy these things all the time for both the dishwasher and laundry.
Apparently the bright coloring and chewy texture have led to children thinking that these convenient pods are candy.
Some are even calling for the removal of such products from store shelves.
The simple answer would just be to change the dissolvable plastic coating to a dull drab grey with a bitter taste.

Sunday, April 10, 2016

At Least See-New Got To Play Bass

(I only got listed as 'backing vocals' on Mills' blogroll. Well, at least he only regarded Ta'Nussy Coates as deserving of the same level of dismissive credit.)

It's been six years (almost to the day) since Mills passed - and I'm still mad about the Public Enemy/Professor Griff interview.
No, not so much about the content - Mills was just doing his job as a journalist in goading Griff into stating his inflammatory opinions.
I'm just mad that hip-hop/rap has collapsed upon itself since.

It seems that I'm constantly introducing PE to a generation of 'woke' brothas who have come to think of the sing-song couplets of Weezy or Drake (or whoever the rapper of the moment happens to be) as being representative of a true Black experience.
The current roster of rappers sound like children compared to Chuck D's "Daddy 'bout to whoop yo' ass" voice and delivery.

Where are all the Mandongos?
I'm sick of the Mandinkies.
I have to schedule lunches a month in advance when young brothas come to me for advice.
'Man, I'm busy 'doing' - y'all busy 'talking'', I seem to tell everyone.
'If you want to talk to me sooner, meet me while I'm doing volunteer work.', I continue.
'Man, eff the awards, banquets, interviews, and attention. Eff being aspirational and acquisitive. If you want to get stuff done work on your work.', I conclude.

I'm still mad at Mills. Maybe if that interview was never published NWA (and the trickle down effect) would have never happened.


Wednesday, March 30, 2016

What's Up With....

All these fat mammies on late morning television?

Okay... I could deal with Oprah...
But then came Mo'Nique (Yeah.. my 'favorite'), Star Jones and Sherry Sheppard (The View), Sheryl Underwood (The Talk), and Yamaneika Saunders (Meredith Vieira) and so on.

The national morning news shows have fit attractive Black women but these mid-morning-mammies are just too much?
Are these women on air to make the non-Black hosts look better and seem smarter?

I'm Sitting This One Out

Elections from the national level down to those at my local level are a hot mess - so this year I'm pretty much just sitting this ish out.
When it comes to running from the inevitable, a noted blogger once stated that the goal is not to exceed the speed of light - the trick is to just sidestep it.
Sure, I'll keep up with the news, disinformation and misinformation but as far as most of the hyperbole, conjecture and opinion spouted by MSM - I have no opinion.

On my local level, I'm constantly reminding Black politicians that 'Race' is not a platform.
I'm constantly having to console jaundiced politically active twenty-somethings when they find out that those Black pastors, business owners and politicians they supported are really being controlled by groups of the same rich white lawyers I drink with.
(I was told by an establishment member that I need to get in the game and make some REAL money. All he got from me was the side-eye. Being able to tell someone, 'Bitch, you don't own ME.' as I laugh at all the 'Stephens' in the room is it's own reward.)
I'm constantly reminding people that their lives suck because they are not qualified for a better one and that no one owes them a damn thing.

I know, I know... Institutional Racism, Redlining, Discrimination, Pollution, Poverty, Poor Education, ad infinitum... are all conditions under which many are forced to perform,
 but conditions do not dictate outcomes.
Rosewood and Tulsa were a hundred years ago - there is no reason new Black-nationalists couldn't recreate similar enclaves.

I'm sick of Ta-Nussy Coates' bitch-assed talks, books and articles being held up as being representative of non-pussy Black men.
When did we (the nation in general and Black people in particular) become such sissies?
I'm sick of everyone crying; 'racism', 'bully', or whatever and then complaining about 'micro-aggressions' (WTF is a micro-aggression anyway? I guess we can thank those with doctorates in Gender Studies, African-American Studies and/or any other non-STEM or useless degree with popularizing such nonsense.)

Maybe I'm from a different era. Maybe I'm a dinosaur but I'm just sick of the whole trophy-for-nothing, overly-coddled, overly-entitled, $15 an hour for working at Mc Donald's, he/she hurt my feelings, Black Lives NOT Mattering bitches this current culture seems to be producing.
Maybe it's just time for me to turn on, tune in and then just drop out.

Saturday, March 12, 2016

'Pretty' v. 'Sexy'

Our clubs are killing right now. We are a Black-owned, Black-run and Black-supported business.
The thing is, we are getting people from demographics we are not targeting.
Black, white, Hispanic, Asian, whatever... we are getting the best looking women from all ethnic or racial groups.

Some Black women got mad when I pointed out a particular Hispanic woman as being the sexiest woman in the club.
'First of all... eff y'all big-belly, weave wearing, broke hoes. THAT woman is bad.', I said to a group of Section-8-divas.

I like Salma and I like Penelope.
Penelope is pretty but Salma is sexy.
Ratchet hood-rats will never understand the difference.

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Just a Regular Guy (NOT a Prince, Boss, Lion, King,...)

The clubs are doing well - maybe even too well.
For the past several months I've been asked to; sit on boards (I said 'yes' only to our local Habitat fundraising committee only because I already volunteer at building homes.), receive civic awards (I don't believe in awards - why draw attention to what one supposed to be doing anyway?), and I've been offered a buyout from a well-funded group to create Black clubs in white-owned developments. Politicians have asked me to take photographs with them or to sit on stage with them at their events.
'No, but Thank You.' seems to be the only words I speak these days.


Tuesday, March 1, 2016

The Sheriff Is a Nig(ding...)

I woke up to see (on the national news) that a candidate's election office was shot at by a kid born in our infamous neighboring sundown-town.
I guess some people still aren't ready for a Black sheriff in the (almost) Post-Obama age.

Honestly, I voted for the candidate but as far as campaigning for anyone in this contest, I sat this one out as each had contacted my clique for support.
If things work out the way I hope, my almost-antebellum town will have both it's first Black and female sheriff.

Thursday, January 28, 2016

From Anthrax to Zika?






From contaminated foods, to BPAs, to Trans-Fats, to Vaccinations, to the next deadly virus.
Sure, the public should be informed but what is the point of creating a culture of fear?
After a while, won't the CDC be seen as an agency which always cries, 'Wolf'?

Anthrax, SARS, Swine Flu, Avian Flu, MSRA, Mad Cow Disease, West Nile Virus, Ebola and now the Zika Virus - just to name a few.
I'll worry when I see sexy women walking the streets with assault weapons strapped to their thighs.