Thursday, December 28, 2006

More Holiday Fluff before the Realness...

This is for those of you who despise fanboy ass-rigged fake trailers (I guess they are the wave of the future; hell, we'll certainly be doing it for the Darker Mask, etc.) or you refuse to plop down $9 plus whatever to see another despicable Ben Stiller movie over the weekend (Night at the Museum; lawd have all of these people sold out to become what they once railed against? No wonder that's a cliche!). Someone popped this on their cellphone camera. Fair use exception, beeches...

All this needs is a view of "Galactus," because he's badder than Julian MacMahon as "Dr. Doom." Galactus, for you non comics nerds, eats planets. The Silver Surfer is an ex-employee on the lamb, kinda like the way "Papa John" left Dominoes Pizza because he hated the right wing Christian freak who ran the company (and of course Papa John demanded mo' money). This movie looks a little more fluffy than the darker Spider Man 3; at Christmas dinner my nephew was explaining how Spidey was turning in "Venom." Then he told me about his own comic characters. He's seven and we need to get him two things, like measles and the mumps, I wouldn't wish on any child: a literary agent and a lawyer.

Why brothas should care about FF2: Tim Story directs again. He'll be up there with Carl Franklin and Antoine Fuqua; he's demonstrated that folks can evolve from dumbass rap videos and even Barbershop. Kerry Washington is back as Alicia, Ben Grimm's girl (they put her out of the trailer, though she's Jessica Alba's bridesmaid). Kerry's blowing up. And of course there's Jessica Alba, who's of interest to us all, and we know she's got some African mitochondrial DNA somewhere that fake blonde hair. BTW, Julian MacMahon has a cameo as Doom, and he has been hanging out with Nip/Tuck former co-star Sanaa Lathan despite her prediliction for bamma ballers and rappers. Brought her to a set lunch. Now, that's a movie set I'd love to stalk...forgive me, my wife.

I promise--no more fluff after this. New posts on Gerald Ford (and the scum who rail against Jimmy Carter but want to quietly honor this clown who made Chevy Chase famous) and a review of Eisa Nefertari Ulen's amazing new novel Crystelle Mourning. I predict it will bust up the old an advance a new breed of women's lit (with Martha Southgate) the way Nirvana destroyed the Motley Crue type hair bands with a single album. But I'm getting too serious. For now, enjoy the Surfer, and skip down to Sam Jackson imprisoning the haff-nekkid white girl Christina Ricci. Happy New Year!!!

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Black Snake Moan

Somebody please comment! Somebody tell me I'm not dreaming? Somebody buy me tickets. hahaha. Sam Jackson's career will rebound nicely after Snakes on a Plane. Damn did Christina Ricci de-flate or what? Still's hot, though. An interesting casting move would have been to use Lindsay Lohan playing a redneck junkie chick chained up by an old black man.

Enjoy...or wince.

Monday, December 25, 2006

RIP Soul Brother #1

Before he became a pop-culture parody of himself, before "Mr. Charlie" appropriated him as more fodder for the marketing/hype-made-in China-sold-by-Wal Mart industrial complex, he was ours. Soul Brother #1. Teach God to boogie, James...

Saturday, December 23, 2006

Another Warm, Wet Christmas...

Could this tool here (Big Al) be right? Winter seems different now. Certainly not like when I was kid, and I didn't grow up in Minnesota or Lapland. Summer's a bit crazier too. Hotter, more violent storms. I'm not a big Gore fan or Joe conspiracy theorist, nor do I currently hug trees, pimp tie-die or wear Birkenstocks (OK only in the summer, and never with wool socks!). But golly, is it possible that greed and myopathy may be screwing this planet? The planet will rise to kick our asses sooner or later. Oh well, something to ponder as you sit under the tree with everything around you made in our loving ally, China, Wal-Mart offers you those low low prices (whilst Ma & Pa Main Street America dies and is replaced with immigrant bodegas) and Darfur bleeds (and China props up the Sudanese government).

Ho Ho Ho Bee-ches! Talk at you on 12/28/06.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Judith Regan: Scapegoat & Poster Child for the Book Business

That's fired HarperCollins publisher/editor Judith Regan with one of her saucy finds, "Runaway Bride" Jennifer Wilbanks. As you know, Regan headed her own house, itself an imprint of HarperCollins, which in turn is owned that that paragon of good taste, morals, freedom, and culture--Rupert Murdoch of News Corp and Fox and Fox News. Only a microcephly can't see where I'm headed with this... ;-)

The brouhaha is all over this silly-ass OJ book. And the OJ interview (which was to be on Fox). Oh and now she's anti-Semetic re: the book business hierachy and the conglomerates that own all of the major publishing houses. Please, please--the selfrighteousness is diarrhea-inducing when you look at the universe of what has and is passing for enterntainment, news, novels, memoirs, etc. in our brave new century. Lawd, folks!

Anyone with heart, soul and brains commenting on Arts & Entertainment blew a perfect opportunity to be Toto and pull the Wizard of Oz's curtain open, exposing the TV tabloid industry, the sad state of TV News, Murdoch himself, and pundits--and of course a publishing industry that is craven beyond all rationality. (That's before you get to retailing. Check out that issue in the post below, Brandon Massey's interview, Wall Street Journal).

If Hemingway had lived past 100, he'd surely have eaten that shotgun by 2006 once he viewed the literary landscape. Likewise if Zora hadn't gone nuts, she'd be on Thorazine after going 'round the bramblebush with agents and publishers these days! And no amount of detox could save F. Scott as he pondered the industry today over a couple of fifths of generic Scotch. Hunter S. Thompson, we miss you. Tom Wolfe, can ya write a book about writing books--you needn't fear biting the hand that feeds ya. Percival Everett did so brilliantly with Erasure , but, being black, the mainstream pop-lit machine was able to sideline him. "Literary Fiction" is the current epithet, I believe. Time to avenge the brotha. At least TV has Keith Olberman...

More to come, folks. In the meantime, Judith please bite those fingers. Now that you've loosed two of the badder Balrogs of the Arts & Entertaiment industry--the OJ thing and the "Jews running the world" bit--hell, gurl, you got nothing to lose!

Little digression at the end: Interesting how Mel Gibson's dad can deny the Holocaust and Mel can do his rant, then he goes and lights up every Euro-centric stereotype about the Maya (lord knows what he'd do to the Aztec--no they were indeed truly creepy when it came to the consecretion of human blood...hey, don't we do that at Communion? Anyways...). No major Jewish studio exec or insider seemed to get pissed but for one super agent and one person at Sony. I guess they don't care how this could confirm every ugly stereotype about them in some folks' eyes--particularly as they gnash their teeth over Judith Regan's outburst, or the utterance of a random dumbass rapper or crazy Black Muslim. The hypocrisy of real life would make such a bestseller, eh?

Monday, December 18, 2006

Christmas Gift

For you fellas still scheming or agonizing for a gift that special lady, try yo' dick in a box.

Yes that's Justin Timberlake singing, and Adam Samburg of SNL's "Lazy Sunday."

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Everyone in books, film and TV should heed this...

"I think that if you're going to do work that's important and lasts, then you owe the best of yourself. That doesn't just mean 'Hey, work hard and do your best.' Yeah, but it also means you have to project creativity, originality and, above all, humility."

--Bill Murray

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Holiday Cheer from the Hitler Youth

Whilst the world spins its wheels on those loons in Iran hosting a "Holocaust denial" conference (hey, was Mel Gibson's dad there?) can't we focus on the snippy, snide little douchebags closer to home?

This carol was composed by just such folk, our future, our progeny and proteges, at Tufts University in Medford, MA:

O Come All Ye Black Folk
Boisterous yet desirable
O come ye, O come ye to our university
Come and we will admit you
Born into oppression
O come let us accept them
O come let us accept them
O come let us accept them
Fifty-two black freshmen
O sing gospel choirs
We will accept your children
No matter what your grades are F's, D's, or G's
Give them privileged status
We will welcome all
O come let us accept them

O come let us accept them
O come let us accept them
Fifty-two black freshmen
All come! Blacks we need you
Born into the ghetto
O Jesus we need you now to fill our racial quotas

Descendants of Africa with brown skin arriving
O come let us accept them

O come let us accept them
O come let us accept them
Fifty-two black freshmen

email the little clowns at The Primary Source, Let them know how you love their Christmas cheer.

I've already emailed some dudes up in Boston: "hard, pipe-hittin' niggas [for you Pulp Fiction fans] ta go ta work on the homes, here, with a blowtorch and pair of pliers." They're "Ques" who are friends of a current Harvard student. Maybe they'll all have a friendly chat? I'm certain the Kappas and Alphas and Sigmas could unite over this, too, right fellas?

Of course, while this mess continues and the attitudes that spawn them are swept under the rug, our leaders: freezer-stuffing politicians, professional go-to pundits, entertainers, athletes, hip hop moguls, crime-glorfying or soap opera novelists, self-aggrandizing professors, video vixens, bribe-taking preachers et al., are too busy in orbit around themselves, bamboozling us or shoveling more crap upon which we greedily feast, or whining when we don't, to fight the good fight, to speak with conviction, to explore creative ideas, to bow to better ways of doing things, to train successors. Hell, I think these fascist dweebs may have even consulted our "leaders" before doing the song for the best way to orchestrate the hype! You see it in some parasitical organisms like river flukes, which cause schistosomiasis. The flukes depend on equally disgusting snails for each other's relevance. Symbiosis, in the worst way, and I guess you could say that about us and Iran, too, or George Bush and Osama bin Laden, Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Moriarty, Norman Bates and his mommie (where would one be without the other?).

Well, y'all can rail about the anti-Holocaust "symposia;" the North American and Mayan Indians can puzzle over Apocalypto, the Hispanics can curse Lou Dobbs of CNN. Me, I'll stick with our future RNC campaign coordinators at Tufts. Time to get medieval on their asses...

Monday, December 11, 2006

Race Matters (when you think no one is listening)...

Overheard among the stacks of booze at Liquor King liquor store in Franklin Park, NJ, Route 27 outside of Princeton, December 9, 2006:

Man #1(30-ish white guy, casually dressed but appearing to be a professional, shopping for some sort of Christmas or football party): "You guys going to the movies tonight?"

Man #2(30-ish white guy with dark features, dark mustache and goatee): "Yeah, maybe the Mel Gibson thing about the Indians or Mayans."

Man #1: "Yeah, 'Apocalypto.' What about 'Blood Diamond?'"

Man#2: "Maybe. But's it's, like, in Africa. Looks depressing and, like, it's about Africa, so I don't know. I don't have any clue. So?"

Woman (Man #2's wife or girlfriend; 30-ish short white woman with long brown hair and a ski headband, Rutgers University sweathood): "It got good reviews [Blood Diamond]. The other thing looks pretty violent. I think it [Blood Diamond] looks interesting."

Man #1: "OK 'Blood Diamond' is pretty violent, too [laughing]."

Man#2: But yeah, it's Africa, so who cares? Is it gonna blame people for buying diamonds [laughing]? I like DiCaprio's stuff. If he wasn't in it, and that girl [Jennifer Connelley]...sheesh remember what a hottie she was? I think she's a good actress. If they weren't in it I wouldn't even think about it, OK?"

Woman: [giggling] Hottie? I think she's like an activist or something now, right?"

Man#2: "Like Angelina Jolie, probably. That explains it [chuckles]. Let's see 'Apocalypto' because it has more action and I can't take the other stuff because that's too violent [query: what's the difference between action and violence? answer: sobering reality]...[pause, shopping cart rolls, then...] She [Woman] likes 'Deadwood' and 'The Wire' and that has got some crazy stuff."

Man #1: "Yeah, I've seen 'Deadwood' a couple of times, but I can't get into 'The Wire.' It's like [voice lowers], all these black people. I don't even recognize the actors. I think Will Smith's wife--Jada Pinkett--plays a crackwhore in it. She [?] says the dude from 'Grey's Anatomy' who started the fight is in it. But yeah, it's like, too real. All these black guys and then there's stuff about politics and that's confusing if you don't really follow it."

Man #2: "You see these people on tv and I just surf to another show if the game is over. I think it's a black show."

Woman: "They call it [The Wire] the best show on tv.'s hard to get people to watch it 'cause it's about real things but I think they [?] see unfamiliar things and just watch something else, ya know?"

Man #2: " 'Blood Diamond' looks depressing. We need Will Ferrel during Christmas [chuckling].

I think another experiment would entail showing a trailer to HBO's current movie special "Tsunami" to sets of viewers--one white, one black, and track who tunes in. The two principal characters are black Britons on Christmas vacation, played by Chiwetel Ejiofor and Sophie Okonedo. The movie's set in the wave's aftermath; they are searching for their daughter, lost in the carnage that was once a posh Thai beach resort before the morning of December 26, 2004. I smell Emmys, but hey, middle America wants to see Emmit Smith dancing again, not people of color in a TV drama. And don't get me started on Blood Diamond. Nobody saw Hotel Rwanda either. Maybe if Lindsay Lohan, or, to be fair, Beyonce, were in it, people would actually buy tickets to the film?

If this little slice of life doesn't encapsulate and elucidate on the role of race and ignorance in the entertainment industry--and I include books--in our pop culture and our entrtainment tastes, then please school me otherwise with your comments.

I hereby certify that the conversation above did in fact occur and I have transcribed it to the best of my recollection. I merely pretended to browse the cabernets as the threesome wandered about, talking. I saw them later in the checkout line. I am not ascribing anything racist or similarly base to these people. They are a reflection of reality, in my opinion.

Friday, December 08, 2006

Black Authors in the Wall Street Journal

Read the comments of fellow author Brandon Massey in the 12/6 Wall Street Journal on the travails of being a black writer when book stores "segregate" any and everything--cookbooks, "street lit" crap, etc--alongside classics from Hughes, Hurston, Wedeman and Angelou--in the "black" section.
Yours truly is in Brandon's Dark Dreams III, coming in April 07; you can check out our stories in DD I and II (Voices from the Other Side) in any bookstore (actually, not in the black section) or on

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Some bits of lunacy from the Nation's Capital...

1. Fill'er-up with leaded, please...
EPA May Drop Lead Air Pollution Limits By JOHN HEILPRIN, Associated Press Writer
WASHINGTON - The Bush administration is considering doing away with health standards that cut lead from gasoline, widely regarded as one of the nation's biggest clean-air accomplishments.
Battery makers, lead smelters, refiners all have lobbied the administration to do away with the Clean Air Act limits.

Um...and they come up with this a month before the Democrats take over? That's almost as pathetic as watching the right wingers deal with this next bit of news--

2. And Bill O'Reilley, Rev. James Dobson and the staff of the National Review were fighting over who'd be the sperm donor.
Groups Mixed on Mary Cheney's Pregnancy By DAVID CRARY, AP National Writer
WASHINGTON - Conservative leaders voiced dismay Wednesday at news that Mary Cheney, the lesbian daughter of Dick Cheney, is pregnant, while a gay-rights group said the vice president faces "a lifetime of sleepless nights" for serving in an administration that has opposed recognition of same-sex couples.
Mary Cheney, 37, and her partner of 15 years, Heather Poe, 45, are expecting a baby in late spring, said Lea Anne McBride, a spokeswoman for the vice president.
"The vice president and Mrs. Cheney are looking forward with eager anticipation" to the arrival of their sixth grandchild, McBride said.

Oh, the hypocrisy was knee deep here. Remarkably quiet, too, in the fascist blogosphere and on talk radio...more so than even during the Foley mess or this right wing preacher who drops "E" and has a penchant for gay backrubs! I'm loving it. These two don't have a reconizable partnership in the state of Virginia, and the Cheney grandchild, well, what's the legal status of that kid other than the child of a single mom. Mary Cheney is to be lauded for family loyalty and not showing her dad up for the turd that he is, but hey...

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Princeton & the Arts: Wenty Miller '95

One of the more ignorant late-night DJs on a local DC hip hop station said something like: "Who is that dude from the Mariah Carey video [Grammy-winning "We Belong Together"]? He's on Prison Break? They say he went to Princeton but no brothas go to Princeton..."

Prison Break is one of the hottest dramas on network television, and is one of only a handful of non-juvenile Fox shows (if you don't count "24," the network's best is House, which also has a Princeton connection, being set in the town and using the Frist Student Center as "Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital"). Of course the best show in TV is HBO's The Wire--deal with it!!!

In 2003, "Prison Break" 's star, former Tigertone and Daily Princetonian cartoonist Wentworth Miller III, '95, was cast as "young Coleman Silk" in The Human Stain, based on the bestselling novel by Phillip Roth. Little did anyone know that he was more fit for the role than on the strength of his audition. He had an intense personal connection to this light-skinned black character, played as a 70 year old by Anthony Hopkins (the cast included Nicole Kidman, Ed Harris and Gary Sinise). Not only did Miller possess a similar racial background, but he also caused a controversial incident during his time at Princeton, when he was mistakenly believed to have written a derogatory remark about African-Americans, similar to the situation with his character in the movie. The movie is set in 1997 (around Clinton-Lewinsky affair and the pinnacle of the "politically correct-sexual politics" milieu). In the film Prof. Coleman Silk, lecturing on The Iliad, remarks about two students who have habitually skipped his 9a.m. Lit class: "Are they real, or are they spooks?" The two students, it turns out, are black. Silk had been passing for white since he was a teenager in the 1940s, following the death of his father, a Pullman porter. Student groups and a petty department head demand Silk's head. (FYI, the love scenes between Kidman and Hopkins are a little weird, to say the least. This was Nicole's first major flick, post-midget Tom and pre-second round of unneeded cosmetic surgery, and she looked damn good; I think this was when she was shacked up with Lenny Kravitz).

In 1994, Wentworth Miller drew a cartoon for the Prince featuring Cornel West, who was then a Princeton professor but had announced his hiring-away by Harvard (and of course he comes back with Kwame Appiah in tow thanks to then Crimson President/Dickhead-in-charge Larry Summers). The cartoon depicted "Muffy," a prep-school-bred white Harvard student, imagining her first class with West, who is saying, "Today's lecture is entitled, Rhythm--Why None of You Have It, and How You Can Get It." It also described West as "newly purchased," which is an innocent and oft-used academic term akin to free agency in sports. Of course, "newly purchased" was taken as a reference to slavery. Wenty, you should have known better...

Within days the Prince had run angry letters signed by dozens of students and faculty members, including Toni Morrison (according to the New York Times, Toni sent a note directly to Miller's room in Mathey College!) Adding kerosene to the flame was the age itself: in '94 the right wing of the GOP had been swept into power under Newt Gingrich's banner. Couple that with the ascendency of the Harold Shapiro regime at Princeton; opinions may differ, but many folks think Shapiro didn't have the insight, sensivity or empathy for, well, anyone. Too bad you can't clone Robert Goheen, the best President Princeton ever had (including that scholarly cracker from Staunton, Virginia, Mr. Woodrow Wilson).

Back to the story. Things got so out of hand in this supreme example of life presaging art and art responding with irony ten years later, that a campuswide symposium resulted. That's the usual college administrators' weasel way out, rather than just telling folks to calm the fuck down and tolerate each other. Miller, who everyone assumed was white, became a campus pariah. Like the elder "Coleman Silk," Miller declined to bring up his own African-American heritage as a defense.

Before he was cast for "Prison Break," Miller got some notoriety for being cast as the voice of the HAL-3000-like fighter-bomber computer in Stealth (he also linked to co-star hottie Jessica Biel; other co-star Jamie Foxx reportedly stated "I knew this boy was a redbone [light skinned or mulatto] the second he started drinking Cutty at the wrap party...). He remarked on the Princeton controversy and the bizarre ironic tie-in with The Human Stain:

"To be perfectly clear, 'passing' is something that has never crossed my
mind. Instead of stepping forward and explaining what I'd meant by the cartoon
and positing my own racial background as evidence that I'd really meant no harm,
I chose to remain silent. My attitude was, if they don't get it, I don't have to
explain it, which was my way of saying that if they don't get me, I don't have
to explain me. The people who knew me on campus and knew my background knew
where I was coming from, but I think for most people I was just a name in the
paper, and they probably assumed I was white."

Nevetheless, after filming The Human Stain, Miller wrote a letter to Cornel West apologizing for the cartoon. Prof. West didn't reply. Interestingly, Cornel showed up at the movie's New York premiere, as he is a close friend of African American actress, author, Stanford professor and performance artist Anna Deavere Smith, who was lauded by critics for her portrayal of Silk's mother, a nurse. t the afterparty, he apparently sought Miller out, gave him a bear hug, a kiss on the cheek and any number of permutations of the black-brotha handshake.

Was this a sign of foregiveness? Perhaps not.

In September, 2006, at the first big conclave of black Princeton alumni, Cornel West mused to a group of us on the woeful state and quality of African American representation and portrayals and of minorities in general on network TV (including insipid, pandering gameshows, "reality" TV and The Flavor of Love). He bemoaned "Prison Break" as typical Hollywood--creating a supermax prison where almost none of the inmates are black or Latino and where all of the major characters are white...and of course the only men with the brains to plan an escape are white. (emphasis added). Now, the right wing/Fox News interpretation of this would be: "Aha! West is full of crap because wouldn't he moan louder if the prison scenes have nothing but spooks n spics? Hollywood Jew liberals wouldn't want to offend the blacks!" Actually, entertainment & arts is one of the few areas where the usual labels don't apply and the racism gets truly arcane. No, the "Hollywood way" is exclude people of color so folks in Peoria will watch, unless you want to titillate with stereotypes or other least common denominator demographic pandering. Or you pigeonhole content to the "black" channels, stations, etc. Just don't say "nigger." That gets you ostracized until the smoke clears.

I really don't know what Cornel's comment meant--is he still miffed and thus being snide by backhandedly calling Miller white? Then again, Cornel is so damn flighty...who knows? I doubt Cornel's giving it a second thought right now. Either way Wenty Miller's getting the last laugh. He's representing we Tigers very well in Hollywood. Despite the fact you were a "Tigertone" and thus likely on the DL, I salute you. ;-)

Monday, December 04, 2006

Four more days to Apocalypto!

Crazy Mel's opuus about the Maya, Apocalypto, arrives on Friday. And you all know (or you should know) how much I love the Maya. The folks at Amazon where good enough to expose so much of Sympathy for the Devil for your free review (without my permission), so by all means refresh your memory. Of course, true to Braveheart and The Passion of the Christ, Mel dispenses with any historical (or Biblical, as the case may be) accuracy. The implosion of the Lowland kingdoms of Tikal, Palenque and the like took place 200 years before the rise of the Highland cities like Chichen Itza (home of the Temple of Kulkulcan, the Feathered Serpent...not far from Cancun for you Spring Break mavens), and 500 years before the arrival of the Spanish, who hosed everyone. Mel condenses this into a long weekend. He does at least remain true to their very alien-sounding names. Yes, the Maya indeed had names, translated to English, like "Seven Jaguar Moon" and "Rabbit Twelve Rain." I smell a new celebrity baby-naming trend!!!
Now, I used to think Gibson was just a Right wing tool and Jesus freak. However when asked about the themes of the film he likened the human sacrifices the Mayan priest performed (blood blood and more blood; only the Aztecs were more prolific and horrific in that regard) to the Bush Administration feeding our young people to Iraq. He also bemoaned the destruction of the rainforests and the utter impoverishment of the modern Maya and other native Americans. The Maya's math, astronomy and agricultural techniques surpassed anything the Greeks and Romans had in their heyday, not to mention what was going on in funky medieval Europe as it emerged from the Dark Ages following Rome's own disintegration. Yes they even invented zero, and for you racists or morons who are still in line for Playstation 3, that means a lot. It means they calculated all kinds of things to accuracies that rival what we're doing now--from the dimensions and construction of their homes and canals, to how far the center of the Milky Way is from earth. Without zero, this computer and the Internet would not have been possible, or rather, would still be the size of a diesel locomotive if run on Roman numeral code! Yep, half naked brown folks did that at a time when white folks were dumping feces in the street, burning women as witches for a having an orgasm, and blaming headaches on demons living inside your skull. Of course, Mel's a radical Catholic and it is historical fact what the Catholic Church unleashed on native peoples as the Spanish, Portuguese and French conquered the Americas. I don't know how he squares that, but hey, he's Mel!
Therefore, I guess I should just drop the "right wing" and "Jesus" part and keep the "tool" and "freak." Note, he is making a statement in this film about the Maya calendar, which is not only the most accurate until the space age, it interlocks with two more calendars that track the phases of Venus as the morning star, and the rest of the galaxy. Under the chief creation text, the Popul Vuh, the earth as we know it is supposed to come to end on July 23, 2012. That's when the Feathered Serpent returns. They came up with date about 800 years ago. Also Mel says it's no accident that the Yucatan is also the site of the Chixilub (see previous posts) crater, also a Mayan word, the site where a 2 mile wide meteor crashed to earth and began the jacking up of the dinosaurs. Oh well, if Jesus comes back as a big ass snake with wings, you've been warned...

Friday, December 01, 2006

Britney...Another Casualty in the Culture War

Do NOT wince or shut your eyes! And you thought that she, like Whitney, had moved up a few pegs by ridding herself of K-Fed? Yes, that's Paris Hilton looking on, envious of the attention. Have mercy...
Lindsay Lohan showed up at the GQ Man of the Year Dinner here in D.C. last week lit up like the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree. I guess any PR is good PR for these tarts, and that's the message they convey to our girls. Hey, for our precious little black girls, the key phrase is "Don't snitch," thanks to Lil' Kim. Or bubble-headed, bubble-butt Beyonce endlessly waiting on Jay-Z. Hey, I'd trade Jay-Z to the aliens for about a thousand black male engineers and teachers.
You know it came to me that we should thank the conservatives, the GOP stalwarts, the right wing so-called righteous loonies, opportunistic clowns like Bill O'Reilly. Yes, there's a culture war. Of course they got the enemy all wrong. I was listening to them whine about Happy Feet the other day. It was great listening to them attack this kiddie flick which I, fanboys and girls, had attacked for different reasons. See the post below. These dipshits like EVERYONE on Fox, Glenn Beck in Headline News and that weenie Michael Medved said the film was a cipher for Al Gore's An Inconvenient Truth. Medved did indeed make some comment about "gay" aspect of the cartoon. This was after the loonies were STILL talking about the imams forced off an airplane. Lord, these right wing turds sound like Christian al Qaida /Talaban at best, the Waffen SS at worst.
Now check my post on Happy Feet and you'll see the subtle difference. And speaking of subtlety, no I'm not taking down this picture of Britney's giblets. Burn it into your brain and pray for something better for our kids...