Michael Steele

I saved the photos from a 2006 post when Mike Tyson's ex-brother in law got beaten badly by a bland bald Jewish guy named Ben Cardin. Even the homophobe black mega preachers didn't vote for him. Ex Governor Bahama Bob Ehrlich's wingnuts cadre pretty much fed him to the wolves...and Mike dutifully let them gnaw. Why? For Mike really believes these rednecks and the Cheney types can and will evolve. God bless him.

So which Steele is my idol--Lex or Mike? Guess. It ain't the one with W. Better to have a big dick than to be one.

At least it wasn't Ken Blackwell. Lord...

Now something for Dads...

Mommie, please shut the heck up and let Daddy and I enjoy this man-moment.

Mom or Wife: which is the tougher job?

What’s the tougher job: Housewife or Working Mom?

Check out the anecdote I’m leading with, below. It has nothing to do with my major premise. At least on the surface…

The scene is the Washington DC Metro Red Line, between the Rhode Island Avenue and the Catholic U. stops. The train’s slowed to tortoise pace due to “track work.” Bored and ruffled, I eavesdrop on two white women who look to be chaperones for what’s apparently a middle school field trip…yet quickly, as I crane my neck like I have no damn sense, I realize that all these kids are theirs. One of them carries a nylon backback with a “Palin” sticker. Not McCain-Palin. Just Palin.
Turns out the two of them of them are housewives from rural Virginia visiting the Capital with their brood in the aftermath of the annual anti-abortion march protesting the anniversary of Roe v. Wade. Funny, they talk about the crowd. On 1/20 I could have shown them crowd, Lord. Funnier still, they live only 25 miles away yet are only now marveling at our decaying, unreliable subway. As if Kismet, there’s a poster for a cable TV show on TLC about an evangelical Christian family with sixteen children. Oh, the conversation moves to Michelle Obama. Nothing positive yet nothing nasty, either, as quite a few sisters got on at Rhode Island Avenue. My molars grind anyway when one grouses to her daughter, “She [the First Lady] must have had such an easy time of it."
Now, diagonally across from me all this time sits a young Hispanic woman with a long pony tail. That, not her security guard's uniform, caught me attention first. She’s pretty but has that tired, beaten look. Not ennui. Not the weariness of her young blond counterpart also seated, punching on a Blackberry and sporting a vinyl satchel embroidered with the name of large D.C. law firm. The Hispanic woman nuzzles a little girl who's clearly doing her homework on the train. No wedding ring on the mom's finger. Before a tunnel cuts her signal the woman finishes a conversation on her mobile phone. Perfect English, not Spanish. Something about rent, cut back on hours. Health insurance…

That’s the vignette. Here’s the totally unrelated premise. Being a mother is the toughest job on earth. But is being a housewife so? No.
My mother, who was a housewife till she decided to go back and get her degree, then a masters then a real job, would agree were she alive. I’m sure she, like a lot of middle class women from the 1950s to the 1980s and irrespective of race or color, had sprinkles of Kate Winslet- “Revolutionary Road” moments.
Being a working mother/wife is very hard. And being a single working mother is toughest of all—especially if you don’t have the type of job where Blackberries are de riguer. The only reason housewife is even in the mix is the mom component.

So...let me have it with both barrels, or agree. Talk to me about equal pay battles, pregnancy leave, the fulfillment of motherhood versus the glass ceiling, giving it all way to be with one’s baby. Knowing “Dora the Explorer” episodes by heart. I’m only a man, after all. Being a husband and dad, well that’s supposedly a piece of cake…

RIP John Updike

Jesus. What have I been saying, lately with respect to Donald Westlake (click here for 1/6 post): about how the giants die? Read just a thumbnail bio here.

And Tyler Perry, Sistah Soulja, Stephanie Meyer, Karrine Stephens, Mitch Albom, Nicholas Sparks & Ann Coulter and on and on...will likely live forever. I should email Walter Mosely and remind him to watch his diet, get a colonoscopy, avoid USAIR flights out of La Guardia, avoid West Philly and peanut butter from Thailand, because I can't take this crap any more...

Asim & Ifill's Books: the first cut of history

Who said "Journalism is history's first draft?" Was it my boy Mencken? Oh well, here is history's first cut, by two journalists. Remember them--journalists? Real journalists...not pundits, blowhard "commentators," talk show clowns. Writer, Former Washington Post Bookworld editor, NAACP Crisis editor and now professor Jabari Asim offers What Obama Means. If Gwen Ifill were white and around in the late 60s she'd be called a "dean:" like Spivak, Chancellor, Smith, Severeid, Shore, Brinkley. Nuff said. I'm not cheezing here. This is Gwen. Her book is Breakthrough.
Now, if you recall, before the vice-presidential debates came the demand that Gwen be removed as moderator. This was from a slew of the same deranged wingnuts who were slapped down by Barack and Rahm the Terrible this week. How ironic. And allegorical. Maybe they had gwen confused with Donna Brazile? For Gwen's using the news and facts adduced through real journalism to frame the new paradigm of national politics Barack espouses. Yes, patriotism and progressivism. Jabari, on the other hand, offers a thesis controlling the internal transformative forces: what this means for "us folk" within the general polity. Yes, there's overlap here, even in use of primary source material. So? I'll posit that the distguishing contrast between the two works appears to be this global versus local view. Gwen shows the new paradigm for America using Barack as the vehicle; Jabari shows the new paradigm for black people and the changing nature of power, powerlessness and politics. The comparison: both are masterful, objective--something even the wingnuts should take a look at should they decided to build rather than urinate. Of course I think the authors should have gone a further in fleshing out the cultural aspect (you know I say culture affects crime, politics, education)...it's time Barack mounts the bully pulpit to denounce all bamma-dom and ghettofabulousness. That's my only criticism. But alas that's sociology, not history. Hopefully someone can build on this wonderful first cut and add this culture dimension as history settles itself.
Check back, fanboys & girls, for I hope to include interviews with the authors. In the meantime, buy the books. Give me your thoughts.

Doc Walker: the Fun Bunch to the black Bill O'Reilley

Perhaps you've heard the story of the girl's team from a Dallas Christian school--little girls maybe Melia Obama's age--who beat another private school girl's team 100-0 in a basketball game. The winning team's players, coaches admitted "shame," and Dallas Mavs owner Mark Cuban--hardly a whiney new age worm--is bringing the girls from the loosing team to a Mavs game free. Check this on CNN and then read below:





Now we come to Rick "Doc" Walker. Hero to Washington Redskins fans and bane to Dallas-ites. Former tight end, promulgator of the ol' "Fun Bunch" and those loveable "Hogs" under now fallen icon Joe Gibbs. Well, on Doc's local ESPN radio's "The Locker Room," co-hosted by real sports journalist Kevin Sheehan, Doc showed his usual foot in mouth (oh yes, in this era of let the moron fan speak, let the old athlete bray like a donkey for ratings sake) in glowing form. Nothing wrong with what the winning school did, Doc says. This is just the spirit of crushing an opponent, Doc says. Doc went on a true screed against anyone emailing or calling in to challenge him. Fags they are. Or namby pambies. Juice bar folks. People who never "played the game." (recall, we're talking about a little girls' hoops game, and sportsmanship). Just like, in Doc's stated world, no white writer was allowed to do a film review of "Notorious." Or teams should recruit from prison to get the thug quotient up (of course, the erudite Doc was speaking metaphorically--and I'm sure he understands what that means). Doc's got a million of these nuggets and puts Sheehan through this crap trhe way Hannity would produce eye rolls in Colmes. Notice Colmes called it quits.
But to hell with all y'all elitist fags 'cause who cares? Doc is a nice exemplar of the coarse bamma niggah-think we need to excise. Folks like that should NOT take comfort in the events and message of 1/20/09. It means a new paradigm for us all. Somebody tell Doc Walker what that word means, please.

Virginia Tech: The only place where Asian nerds are scarier than young black males?

Okay, so Michael Vick went to Virginia Tech. But he's not Sueng-Hui Cho. Vick was a monster for what happened to those Pits, but he didn't gun down 33 people. Lord I'd rather walk naked down Nannie Burroughs Ave NE in the District, or anywhere in West Baltimore, then sit in a cafeteria or walk to my dorm out there in Blacksburg. It's a dangerous place. Xin Yang, a pretty 22 year old grad student from Beijing--literally right off the plane, first semester in the US 0f A, this place where marauding negroes supposedly menance the good and pure on a daily basis--must have been full of such hope, awe at her new home. New President. New fallen snow in the Blue Ridge. But a fellow Chinese grad student named Haiyang Zhu decided to cut off her head in a student cafe. Nope, wasn't a Vick-esque gangsta-wannabe bama from Portsmouth or Richmond. It was an Asian nerd. Is there an Angry Asian Male Syndrome? Universities are happy to fill dwindling grad ranks (and coffers) with folks. How about some kids from the hood? Now, they don't pay cash compliments of advantageous foreign exchange and balances of trade, but at least they don't kill people.

I'm being Swiftian here, not bigoted (in case you had to be prompted). So hit me with your views.

Joaquin Phoenix: An Unfortunate Side-effect of Post-Racial America

OKay here's the photo:







And read the details here. Look, America has "put aside childish things" and thus rejected the Toby Keith/Ted Nugent culture of the last decade. But do we have to swing the pendulum this far in the other direction? As Joaquin (who I love, for real) said in Gladiator: "It vexes me. I'm terribly vexed."

Associated Press Panorama of Inauguration

Panorama of Inauguration.

OK, it's as good as Tour of Echoes!

Enjoy.

Inauguration--from The Root and MSN.com

Enjoy. DC is like Christmas and Mardi Gras.

Hanna-Barbera, Bush-Obama

Sorry for lack of posts--been busy, and of course our neighborhood appears to the tour bus and car dumping point for incursion into the District of Columbia for the Inauguration.
And speaking of that, I decided to meld it with some themes from my childhood. And why not? A black president. A BLACK PRESIDENT. Something I dreamed a lot--even when I watched these shows. You know I love my allegory. This is more about transition to power, rather than Inaugural hoopla, I suppose. Here it goes:

from this--



to this--



Having fun? Full of wistfulness, fellow oldheads? Now here's the irony (perhaps more allegory, to come)--in reality, the networks took off shows like the Herculoids, Jonny Quest, etc. because they were too "violent" and expensive (despite the serious writing, characters, etc.), instead replacing them with crap like The Banana Splits. Hmmm...

USAIR crash in Hudson River. A reminder...

That it's not just God and Osama bin Laden who can make nasty things happen. Now I'm freaked out as to the possibilities on a very cold Inauguration Day...hell, whole weekend of craziness.

The photo is instructive as usually USAIR treats its passengers like this, sans the icy cold water and wind (which even for a few minutes can kill you despite your blubber content). Now you know better than to ignore the safety card in the seat pocket...especially the part about "in the unlikely event of a water landing..."

Blasphemy & Allegory in Ben's Chili Bowl

Barack visited the now world famous Ben's Chili Bowl on U street, with the press and DC Mayor Adrian Fenty in tow. Ben Ali (yeah this is no Jewish deli, folks) has been in this location for near 50 years. Likely the longest-standing African American business in the District. It's not like many presidents have stopped by lately. The soon to be unemployed W. treated the area as if it was 1967, and LBJ was watching the Capital of the so-called Free World burn. Ben's survived, because Ben was part of the community. Now, it is a "gentrified" neighborhood. Strike that. It was gentrified. Now it's full blown reverse-Bantustan for white yuppies who allow Ben's to survive because of the local "color," "cool factor," and whispery tie to a U street that was once called "125th Street South." Where now students, lobbyists and associates at big law firms who haven't a clue who the fuck was Duke Ellington or Ella or Billy Eckstein--yet live in luxury condos and apartments named for these folks.

Yes, into this milieu steps Barack. Surrounded by the new denizens of U street, as the scions of the old inhabits watch on lovingly on their TVs, spying newspapers on the subway, or sighing in contentment as we share the vignette in thrice forwarded emails or on Facebook, as pirated from news or Huffington Post. And there's Fenty with him. Fairer skinned then Barack; more so than me. Draped in a tailored business suit. Thinner than I, for sure. Younger, robust. But more allied. No faux African or "hood" garb in sight. No ebonics or hating on the cops. Nope, just a smiling uber educated black man supporting a likewise situated president. Both "talking white" and doing so to a throng of cheering, screaming yuppies. Fawning press. And a smattering of black folks, overwhelmed with the photo op. That's Ben's. The Ben's of 2009. The U Street of 2009.

Barack is our president spiritually. But he's their's practically. So who do you really think is going to be his barometer? Just look inside Ben's Chili Bowl.

Slumdog Millionaire and The Wrestler...

...and Anne Hathaway in Rachel Getting Married. "30 Rock" over 15 moronic reality shows and dancing stars. John Adams over Chance. Who'd of thunk it? Hollywood gives up escapist brain candy like Marley & Me and bullcrap to meet the expectations of Joe the Plumber and the Palins. Tyler Perry and TD Jakes do more damage than D.W. Griffith. Spike Lee thinks he's Cecil B. DeMille. Despite all of that, we have these little gems. Only in the age of Obama can these be appreciated. Go see them (if you're an unrepentant perv you should at least see Marissa Tomei as a lithe stripper in The Wrestler). Rent them when they come out. I guess all this "hope" talk might bear fruit for our culture. You can have uplifting stories without being silly. You can have an dark edge, tell truth, yet still coax redemption.



Speaking of culture, it seems the South as failed again--their NFL teams choked worse than "red" precincts on Election Day.

Thoughts?

And Speaking of Black on Black Crime...

Thanks to Aunt Jemima's Revenge for highlighting this issue first. No, I'm not talking about Bob Johnson or her Dizhonor, Mayor Sheila of Ballermer. I'm talking about the mess that goes on in Barack's Chicago every day, or Killadelphia, or West Baltimore where my sister mans an outpost at Bon Secours Hospital, watching our own Gaza set to blood through our own version of Hamas. (Now, I ain't gonna say the cops are the Israelis...that would dishonor the cops and elevate the Israeli Army). But these drug dealers, nihilistic teens of both genders, murders, ignorant absentee parents and ignorant rapper supa stars who make $ for white stockholders of the record labels--yeah they are our Hamas.

The BART murder of an innocent black man by a cop (actually a quasi-rent a cop)was tragic, makes you wanna crush bones. But let's debate this: More black people have been murdered by other black people..and let's not leave out turned out, made addicts, domestically abused, raped, put in freezers by foster parents in the last 30 years than the NYPD, LAPD and the damn Klan combined. And yet no black folks but the wingnut Toms on Fox News make a sound. Why? Hmmm....

Listen to Prof. Coates in The Atlantic and you tell me. Maybe we'll hear from such experts as Michael Eric Dyson, or Lil Wayne, or some community activists who march or excuse looters when a cop kills a brother, yet is quiet as a mouse as thugs and drop outs and loopy teen moms do their thing.

Bob Johnson's at it again...

Richard Prince reports:

Robert L. Johnson became a billionaire when he sold BET.
The National Association of Black Journalists, whose members have often been critical of Black Entertainment Television, is backing BET founder Robert L. Johnson's bid to the Federal Communications Commission for approval of a new "urban" television network.
"We're trying to expand the footprint of African American ownership," NABJ President Barbara Ciara told Journal-isms. "Clearly, it's an opportunity to negotiate with him to broaden the news landscape. I would like to think people will learn from their past."
In December 2002, BET canceled just about the only black-oriented news shows on national television: "BET Tonight with Ed Gordon"; "Teen Summit," a public affairs program; and "Lead Story," a Sunday journalist roundtable that originated from Washington.
"The decision to cancel them was made by Bob and myself," Debra Lee, BET president, said then. "These shows were losing money" — an estimated $3 million to $4 million per year — "and we could not find advertisers to support them. There came a day of reckoning." Likewise, Johnson in 2000 pulled the plug on BET's magazines, BET Weekend, a 1.3 million-circulation Sunday feature magazine, and the serious-minded Emerge, which claimed 170,000 subscribers. That left the network with a reputation for being interested only in showing jiggling music videos. In 2000, Johnson sold BET for $3 billion to the Viacom media conglomerate.
"This is not BET," Karen Wynn Freeman, NABJ's executive director, said of Johnson's plans on Friday. "It's the ownership piece that we feel strongly about."
Johnson's new company is to be called Urban Television LLC. Johnson is seeking permission to share time on 42 stations owned by Ion Media Networks Inc., a successor to Pax TV, a family-oriented broadcast network that operated on several UHF channels. Ion Media owns 49 percent of the venture; Johnson's RLJ Companies, 51 percent.
Sharing time on the Ion stations is possible with the advent of digital channels. The stations share different audio channels on the same frequency, so that a second network could broadcast 24 hours a day.
NABJ joined a coalition of other supporters after a Dec. 23 luncheon meeting with Johnson at a Washington restaurant, Ciara said. The others — not all present at the meeting — were the Black Entertainment and Sports Lawyers Association, the International Black Broadcasters Association, the Lawyers Committee for Civil Rights Under Law, the Minority Media and Telecommunications Council, the NAACP, the National Association of Black Owned Broadcasters, National Bar Association, National Urban League, Rainbow PUSH Coalition and the Video Access Alliance. Johnson made a presentation and anticipated their concerns, David Honig, executive director of the Minority Media and Telecommunications Council, told Journal-isms.
At the meeting, "the thing that really got people's attention the most was that independent producers can get their stuff on the air and they'll still own it," Honig told Journal-isms. "This was well-received by people who can't kick the doors in because the doors have been locked."
"Urban plans to offer 'entertainment, informational and issue-oriented programming directed at and responsive to the needs, interests and concerns of the African American community and other historically underserved viewers.' When was the last time a television application arrived at the FCC promising anything remotely like this?" Honig wrote in the FCC filing. "Or proposing to triple the number of African American owned local television stations, all at once? And on top of that, to create the first African American over the air national network?
"Never did we dream that in our lifetimes we might have an opportunity to witness this, the birth of the nation's first over-the-air African American television network. But this year, so many things once thought impossible are taking place." He wrote that only eight African American stations remain among the nation's more than 1,700 full-power commercial television stations.
But the venture is opposed by the National Cable & Telecommunications Association, which represents the cable industry. "The problem for cable operators is that Johnson wants the Federal Communications Commission to force cable to carry Urban's programming," Ted Hearn wrote Tuesday for Multichannel News. Honig told Journal-isms he was hopeful an agreement could be reached with the cable representatives.
The National Association of Broadcasters, which represents broadcast networks, backs the proposal. "This is the type of free, innovative and niche programming that NAB has always believed should flourish in a digital multicast world, but which has been blocked for competitive reasons by the largest cable" systems, said NAB spokesman Dennis Wharton, Hearn reported.
The Media Access Project/Common Cause said its support was conditioned on a number of things, John Eggerton reported for Broadcasting & Cable.
"They also want the FCC to establish benchmarks for public affairs programming. Urban has promised at lest seven hours a week, but the groups want the FCC to better spell out the programming requirements, including finding that a lineup devoted primarily to infomercials wouldn't cut it."

Fanboys and girls--we are like battered women. When will we learn to call the cops, break the cycle? No license for this man unless's he locked into no more ass shaking, ignorance or Good Times and Sanford & Son marathons...

Racism! Racism! Racism!

Stop whining about Burris. Here is the real face of a racial victim. Dr. Jan Adams, former host of TLC's Plastic Surgery Before and After and celebrity skin cutter, was sentenced to a year in the big house. Not for killing Kanye's momma. Nope. DUI. This in a world were the average celeb gets a slap on the wrist or rehab for being a menace. Nor are they required to wear convict's stripes. Check out Jan. So stop whining about old too proud to see he's being used Burris playing musical chairs here in DC. This is racism. If his name was Dr. Jan Adamstein, would he be on lockdown? Well, if he'd betrayed the Tribe like Madoff, yeah. But Jan's a brother, so guess what?

Donald Westlake RIP

One of the greatest crime/mystery writers of all time. Had dinner and drinks with him, Stuart Kaminsky and others in Charlottesville Virginia back in 06 and I thought I was eating with Zeus and Apollo. Yeah, it was like that. If you don't know who Westlake is, then damn it look him up. Not just for the Parker and Starke mysteries...but also stories and books which became movies (of which he also penned the screenplays), from Point Blank, Payback, The Hot Rock and The Grifters, to Martin Lawrence in What's the Worst that could Happen.

The old masters die, and we are left with the morons and brain candy specialists. Lord, who's next? My mother loved his stuff, as they were Brooklynites and there's that bond only that borough brings, whether you're black or white, Puerto Rican, Dominican or Jamaican. Mick, Polack or Guinea. The place spawns genius, Don. By the way, how was the trip to heaven? There's a caper story somewhere here...

...but then again, bammas and white trash still rule

In LA, Book Soup's toast. Macawber closes in Princeton...Princeton, not Dundalk Maryland. Robin's in Philly (see photo below) gone as of today. Karibu here commits suicide over domestic issues but hey, their mission was hamstrung by piles of ghetto lit and mawkish romances, church lady novels and nonfiction by strippers. Vertigo Books in College Park (Maryland, not Georgia, you bammas!), like England in 1940, stands alone.

So what?! you sneer. I mean, you've picked up your Xbox, your 72 inch flatscreen and your latest Video Vixen-"Superhead" memoir (or novel, hey!) or T-Pain or Toby Keith CD at WalMart, right? You certainly won't find it at your indie bookstore, whether mystery/crime (the staple for folks like me, my colleagues, friends), sci fi shops, holistic stores, etc. Havens for political works and art (like Red Emmas in Baltimore). It's economics. Yeah, financial survival of the fittest, right? It's the Internet. Geriatric business models. Disconnection from what young folks find relevant, eh? WalMart's business model shut them down, or Barnes & Noble's "pack as much crap in there as possible" paradigm is more consumer friendly. Amazon is killing everyone. Yes, that's the conventional wisdom.
Bull.

You use an indie anything (store, site, person) because you're smart. You're into rationalism. You want your brain to be exercized and engaged as well as entertained. Part and parcel of that is the relationship. Passionate knowledgeable folks provide a service, feed your passion... but that's not a hallmark of our America. Stupid people don't want the relationship. They want cheap brain candy, escapist numbing, from numbskulls who can get them in and out. Hell that has nothing to do with convenience online. Look at how thoughtful people scramble for tech support, expert help, a keen eye or consultation online or on the phone for so many "convenience" purchases. We also fall prey to brands. From Beyonce to Pepsi to Triple Crown publishing (ghetto lit). Brands short circuit thought. That's their purpose. Accordingly, the problem isn't business model. It's culture. Mindset. Yeah, yeah, running an indie, small business is tough. But if your once educated, thoughtful customer base is graying, and being replaced by drooling teens...Heidi Montag wannabees...yes bammas and white trash, too--how can you not close up shop? It's never a question of money. The trillions lost this past year, or wasted in the uglier portion of this war on terror or in Iraq, or within the "motherland" of Africa or through gas pipelines traversing the horror movie that is Russia--got smack to do with money. It's about will. About culture.

When we're smarter again, when rationalism resurfaces from exile, we will have the newest iteration of indie bookstores, indie thought. I willbe alive to see and enjoy. And hopefully, to provide some nice content. Trust...

In Praise of Bammas and White Trash

As we look to a more enlightened, more progressive 2009 and a return to rationalism (though we'll all be poorer), I feel a sense of loss...even,okay--wistfulness. What will we lose if bumpkinism, superstition, Confederate-envy, ghettofabulosity, nihilsim, mindlessness, petty parochialism, ignorance, irrationality were to disappear entirely?

I've prepared a list of people, places, conditions I would miss terribly. Yes. Miss them. The flava. The Flow. This country is more interesting with them in it (smile):

Any of these idiots performing on, or fans of, the Blue Collar Comedy Tour (yes, Foxworthy, too...though Larry the Cable is fairly harmless)

Wal Mart

Anyone who thinks they sell USA-made goods at Wal Mart
T.D. Jakes

Tyler Perry

Anyone who thinks a stripper pole is essential furniture

T Pain...Lil'Wayne...Flo Rida...every rapper in the Dirty South

Michael Eric Dyson's supporters in the Hood and on those silly hip hop panels

R Kelly's supporters

Joel Osteen

Chance and his family...Tiffany (New York)...and any of those other clowns and hoes on VH1 "reality" shows

All the of Real Housewives of Atlanta

The City of Atlanta, period (and its perpetrating McMansion environs from Duluth to Stone Mountain)
Scary crackers at Palin rallies this fall

Hillbillies who murder doctors who perform abortions (and Idaho Nazis who plant pipe bombs in front of gay bars

Hillibillies who hide or aide hillbilly killers (see above)

Diebolt voting machines

The NRA

Sean Hannity

Mike Huckabee (sadly...he's not a bad dude, really)

Preachers who take Faith Based cash and buy big Pontiacs with it

Preachers who tell their congregation to pray for big Pontiacs

Preachers who tell their congregation to deny gays/lesbos equal protection of the law

Preachers who don't seem to understand that AIDS is murdering their own people

Jamaican thugs who sneak back to Queens and Miami after they're deported

Jamaican thugs' wives and girlfriends who help them

Folks using the foster care system as a paycheck

Folks who say we need more black folks as foster parents...regardless of whether these candidates are crackheads, molesters, murderers or keep other kids in meat freezers

Crack/heroin dealers

Nihilistic teenage thugs

Nihilistic teenage girls who hook up with and bear children for nihilistic teenage thugs

Geriatric ex-Panthers who rail against Norplant (as the answer to the above)

Anyone who appears on or attends taping of "Maury" or any "Judge so and so" daytime show

Anyone who takes down the 800 number of Buttwood College or Asswipe Online University during commercials while "Maury's" on

Anyone who thinks Army/Marines/Navy commercials are reality and joins up

Anyone who joins the Army/Navy/Marines as employer of last resort...but claims it's for "patriotism"

Anyone who joins the Army/Navy/Marines for boneheaded reasons yet chides cohorts who leave school to build houses in old Ninth ward in NOLA because it's not patriotic

Whiggers

Toby Keith

Mamas who keep sayin' their murdering ass sons/grandsons are "good boys but I can't control 'em"

Mamas who don't get too agitated when their daughters are showing their asses and dropping out of high school--as a means of being attractive to murdering ass suitors (see above)

Ted Nugent

Folks who think Neo Soul and its progeny are bourgie and dead

Folks who listen to regular commercial radio, including canned "R&B and Hip Hop" and "Country" and "Hot Hits"

Folks who don't read

Folks who don't read anything but Triple Crown published "literature" or Carl Weber

Publishers, editors, producers, exhibitors , station managers who dumb down or redneck-up or "simplify" or black-up art, literature, music, films, TV, radio content for white trash or Tyler Perry fans

Bob Johnson

Glenn Beck

Rush Limbaugh's dittoheads (yes lawd)

Old School Race hucksters (black): from Burris (yes Burris!) to GOP tool Blackwell to Jesse, Sr. to poor Bobby Rush

Old School Race hucksters (white): from Newt Gingrich to Trent Lott

Folks who think NASCAR's gotten too "corporate and elite"

Anyone who thought the 8th graders cutting up in the hallways in "Hard Times at Frederick Douglass High" were amusing and normal

Folks who think the NBA is perfect the way it is, and college ball isn't entertaining enough

College hoopsters who turn pro before getting a goddamn degree

High school hoopsters who turn pro before getting a goddamn clue

Anyone who really wants to party with Jay-Z and Beyonce as a couple

Anyone who thinks menacing fools just hanging on the corner are merely "Oliver Twist" urchins, or would be Bill Gates but for racism

Anyone who thinks Joe the Plumber is "the real America"

Anyone who uses the term "real America"

Anyone who thinks white people aren't the ones truly juicing state Medicaid, or Medicare, or any other "entitlement" program
Anyone who accuses liberals of being socialists...yet lives in a state wholly dependent on Uncle Sam for political pork, federal land, military bases, farm subsidies...

Yes, I'd miss these things which spice up our America. Hey, why don't you add yours here______________

The Holidays end. (sigh) But cheers in 09.

New Years Marathon: "Two"

Bleary eyed, yeah. Still in our pj's, yeah. But at least Nat's place is somewhat quiet for the first time since, well, Thanksgiving. Sorry to see the holidays go. Sorry to see this greed-farce known as the BCS Bowls play out. But at least there's the Twilight Zone Marathon on SciFi.
I just saw my favorite episode. Mrs. Nat's is "To Serve Man." Mine is "Two." Weird I'd pick the love story, eh? But I'm a complicated person. Check out part I of the episode. It won an Emmy. Check out a very young Elizabeth "Bewitched" Montgomery and Charles Bronson! Infuse yourself with great storytelling, unlike the garbage on TV now. Oh yeah go ahead and say "Lost" or "The Shield" are hallmarks of our age, but come on--they ain't that good, and storytelling's been supplanted by marketing. This stuff, however--it's art. Designed to captivate, not sell. Learn something, fanboys & girls. Learn it well...