Monday, September 30, 2013

Who Cares?

The computer is down so I guess I have to use the tablet.
(Yes, it's an i-Pad but stating such seems so pretentious.)
In all honesty, I hate this thing.
No USB port, nowhere to install programs purchased on disks, and my fingertips often swipe and poke the wrong things.
Besides all that, I cannot figure out how to download photos for my blog posts.

As I always say, 'I hate running nightclubs - I'm just good at it.'.
These past few months have been good - a little too good.
We've had to stop letting people in after 12:30 am - we are always over the posted capacity.
We are attracting people younger than our stated >30 requirement.
We are getting people willing to pay ten-times the cover charge just to get in in the hopes of reaching the bar for a drink.
We are giving away more money through our benefits and fund raisers than other clubs make.
We make loans to rival clubs to keep them afloat.
We mediate behind-the-scenes deals and solutions between politicians, business owners and the media.
We are the 'in' Black club for the white establishment.
We get free television, radio and print coverage to the point that I cannot even go to any of the local malls or restaurants.
I wanted the club to be the social and cultural hub for Black business in this small town and in that I seem to be successful.

But I am tired.
I am tired of knowing who slept with whom.
I am tired of knowing about the flaws of friends.
I am tired of knowing that the exploitation of racism and class divisions are more important in getting things done and the retention of power than any solutions to those problems.
I am tired of the favored not knowing justice, virtue or honor. (Even though I may often benefit from those who bestow such favor.)
I am tired of grown-ass adults who seek popularity as though they were still in high school trying to fit in with the right cliques.
I am tired of those who: Imagine that this club is anything more than a business to me. Who think that the tenuous status associated with this club is as useful to me as my old high school popularity awards for Best Legs, Coolest, Mr Irresistible or Most Soul. Think I am impressed with any ratchet ho' who throws panties my way.
I hate clubs - they are a dirty business.

But maybe I am made for the club life.
My social climb seems to be similar to that of Patrick Bateman in American Psycho.
My decision making (while rooted in Biblical teachings) is seen as cold, calculated and manipulative.
I just wanted to run a club without focusing on money or status,
but doing so has caused me to gain much of each.
I just wanted to be able to hang out with friends in an environment I liked,
but doing so has taken up so much time that I can barely speak when they come in.

Monday, September 16, 2013

An Average Beauty

 Blame this on Obama as well...
It's funny that some are upset that a woman of Indian descent has been crowned as the 2014 Miss America.
Racist comments and the side-eye....?
Welcome to the current world, ya'll.
 Tall, blond and busty are great...
The taller and bustier the better - as far as I'm concerned.
 Yet it seems that a bit more melanin, curves and booty are the flavors of the day.
As America wakes up to an Indian (Not 'Indian' as in Native American - now that would be progress.) beauty as their representative to the world - some are not comfortable with the change.
The thing is - Miss New York is the average of all things thought to be attractive in this day and age.
Is she a light-skinned Black, Is she Hispanic, Is she of Southern-European descent... Is she an Arab terrorist's daughter?
The phenotypic traits displayed by the new Miss America are pretty much what it would look like if we took those thought to be the best looking across all races and ethnicities and combined them into a single individual.
Nina Davuluri is that average.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

I LIke Ike

I'm sick of wimps,
Of yes-men,
Of charlatans,
Of puppets, and of liars.
Give me a humble man who went to church, played football, went to college and served his country.
Give me a POTUS who has been to war and understands it's consequences.
Give me a POTUS who is against a strong Military-Industrial-Congressional Complex.
I voted for Obama... TWICE.
Was it a mistake? I'm not sure.
The first time around, McCain seemed like a good guy yet I could just not fathom to see Sarah Palin in any leadership role at the national level whatsoever.
"Besides", I thought, "Obama couldn't be any worse than Bush".
And I was right in this thinking - he has proven to be just as bad.
The second time around I was more torn.
Romney was an outside-insider.
His religion and wealth could have provided a buffer from the influence peddled by those in the DC establishment.
When the SHTF - Mormons will be uniquely positioned for survival.
But as many others chose to do - I decided to give the brotha' (Obama) another chance to prove himself.
The paradigm remains the same.
Sure, this movie is more than a decade old but the truths (and lies) remain the same.