The POWER journal

A Falling Star Is Rising

2010-09-01T02:56:00.000-07:00

It was gone as swiftly as I saw it appear…

Was that a sign that I will wonder after an experience

that good or bad was near?

I guess I will find out later

Procrastination delays me from knowing if the good parts of me

will ever become greater

(Chorus)

I saw a falling star today

Gliding over me by the 105 freeway

For that moment, I loved the beauty of wondrous things

Instead of hating the strife that daily life brings.

The words of some are merely scribblings on paper

But when they move the soul and spirit

they become tools of the motivator.

Words are what I do, what I love…

Unbeknownst to you, I am the writer whom you should stand in awe of.

So many thoughts ran through my mind

while I admired that star racing across the sky

Mainly things like why I waste precious time asking why?

Why waste your time on people and places that don’t appreciate you?

Why succumb to the fear of the unknown just because it may defeat you?

(Chorus)

I saw a falling star today

Gliding over me by the 105 freeway

For that moment, I loved the beauty of wondrous things

Instead of hating the strife that daily life brings.

That pretty little falling star really made me think

about why by the time I get home from work

I need a MF drink

That’s something that should be reserved for execs

You ignore my middle management sects

but give random lazy a-holes fat bonus checks

Why for art thee perplexed?

(Ponders during intermission…)

Admittedly, fear of the unknown keeps me from immediately telling you to fuck the fuck off

Even though you will just use my severance check as a write-off.

Makes no sense

HENCE

A Burn Notice might just be my newly appointed doctor’s prescription.

See, you might look upon me as your slave

But I see myself as an original Black Egyptian!

You don’t even know the real me.

SHE

Whom I have kept hidden behind various pen names and a façade.

To you, I may be expendable,

but to my pen,

I am God.

Uncalculated Math - Volume I

2010-07-06T18:39:00.000-07:00

I'm at a loss for words, but not really...
So much happy angry frustration pent up inside me its silly
No time to write
No time to fight
Wake up do stuff I hate and then say good night
Clearly that aint right

I'm not doing me.

But its got to change cause aint nothin promised
That's common sense talking I didn't get that from Nostradamus
We should kick it sometime
watch Let's Do It Again and drink a few glasses of wine

Sublime

but then I wake up and change my mind

Rewind
to the previous time and the time before that
Way back with hats to the back

Before you were doing you.

See, you know my name,
but not who I am
I speak to you in my dreams...confiding
Listen to my melody
cause my love is in there...hiding
With you I should be riding

but you're doing you

Left, right or middle...hmmm, still deciding?
I'm cool

There...there now I just wrote that
at the corner of Westwood and Pico
Please continue to do you
but understand that Crockett wasn't shit without Rico.

WASET 2010

Vultures

2010-01-23T00:22:00.001-08:00

The wolves prowl around.
Vultures circle overhead.
Waiting to scavenge on what has been seemingly left for dead.
Weakened, but resolute
No bullets
But ready to shoot
down
any insinuation that these wounds
will not heal
None of these heartless motherfuckers
know the pain that
I
feel.

Its funny when I look and see
that from the outside looking in
the reflection peering back
is still ME.
Hmmm.

Like rabid dogs the wolves snarl and sniff.
Ready to pounce when they catch a whiff.
But I made an about face
to face the facts about the obstacles that I face.
I killed my demons and interrogated my soul.
Like the First 48 detectives it’s a closed case
and I’m on a roll.

I get it now!
And I know that it took me longer than I expected.
Had to disconnect my heart, but now I know that its protected.
Fuck the wolves and the vultures.
And fuck these dumb ass Negroes
cause I’m thinking of switching cultures.
You can growl, bark, seek, scan, sneak, haunt and try to get me.
But know that my will is stronger than your meager attempts -
At this point your strongest game can’t tempt me.
Your actions have played a major role in my decision
Thank you Maya Angelou for telling me “still I rise,”
because now
I
have risen!

My Fault – Redefined! Rated R (as in Real and Raw)

2010-01-08T17:51:00.000-08:00

I’m sitting in a Beverly Hills salon getting a pedicure. A glittery candy apple red today I think. Start the New Year off with a power color. My pedicurist is a cool Asian dude and he absolutely loves my feet. Small victories…small victories...

Within these precious minutes, I reflect, refresh and regroup my inner core. I highly recommend finding these types of moments for yourself, even in a recession. Recently I wrote a response to a facebook article by Steven Palmer. His article, “THE REAL REASON Successful Black Women Don’t Have A Pookey At The Altar. -Part 1,” is a seemingly unsolicited proclamation that black women are themselves to blame for finding themselves single. Ironically, the funny part about that article is that Mr. Palmer was right, albeit for (in my opinion) the wrong reasons.

I guess single black women are the media and online community’s topic du jour. Even the nightly news program Nightline got into the fray recently when they interviewed long-term single and successful black women in Atlanta. The women who spoke with Nightline provided their views on why they felt they were single. Okay, fine. Then, Nightline went and found comedian Steve Harvey who imparted his country ass remarks…er ahh, “advice.” (I wonder if they found him inside the Stacy Adams store.) Now in case you weren’t aware, Steve Harvey wrote a book called, “Act Like A Lady, Think Like A Man.” In some ways, I can go for what the book’s title suggests, but once again, when he provides his opinion on what women should do, he, like the guy who wrote the “Pookey” article does so from the outside looking in.

So really, enough about the whole black woman without a man, can’t find a black man, nab a black man, date a black man, marry a black man or keep a black man thing. I’m tired now. You know what I think? Everybody just get the fuck over it. The fact is, until all parties decide that they will insert honesty into the equation, this is a problem that will never be solved. I really don’t care what everyone else is doing anymore. Stop this train - I want off!

The black woman’s navigation through life is sort of like those survival shows on TLC and the Discovery channel. I know for me it’s like I get dropped off in a jungle or on deserted beach with no fresh water. Wild animals (men) lie in wait under rocks, in trees and in the bushes. I am forced to make my own shelter (build a home), fire (household provisions such as heat), and find my own rations (food) while braving irrational weather patterns (PMS, stress and heartbreak). Oh yeah, and I’m supposed to be sexy while I do all that or I will be accused of not keeping myself up.

There are so many roots to this tree, but probably the most defining cause of all the evil is sex. Girls, don’t have sex! If you don’t have sex --> then you don’t have emotion --> then you don’t have hurt – at least not as much anyway. Problem solved goodnight.

Not that simple? You say you can’t leave the sex alone? Well then you are going to have continuing problems. I have already proposed that we be honest. In doing so, men must admit that they hurt women a lot more than women hurt men. (I don’t need men to raise their hand and say “Naw, that ain’t true, I've been hurt plenty of times.”) Whomp Whomp! Men don’t have the faintest idea of what real hurt is. They complain about getting shot down in the club and at the stoplight, but believe me, that hurt can never compare to how it feels when a woman’s body has been invaded and then the dude decides he’s now bored or no longer interested in tingling that particular woman’s poontang. Listen here man-friend; you can’t miss what you never had. If I don’t give you my number on aisle 3, you will definitely get over me faster than I will get over you after multiple nights of cavorting at the Courtyard by Marriott.

The “Pookey” article mentioned above seemed to insinuate that the women are at fault because they are attracting the wrong types of men. Seriously? Can somebody please define the “right” types of men? I’ve known men from all sorts of different backgrounds, religions, socio-economic foundations, education levels, hustles, neighborhoods, employment histories and I bullshit you not, when sex was involved, 9 times out of 10 I got the short end of the stick. (I know, pun.) So were those the wrong men? The only constant in that analysis is that all those men are black. Hmmm?

And so, it begins… Women get hurt. Women talk to their friends and bad mouth the men who hurt them. They share encounters with each other and discover that most of them have endured similar experiences. That’s real, that's the truth! So when people like Steven Palmer infer that the women are at fault because they are all fucked up in the head, (depressed, have intimacy issues, attract the wrong types of men…) somehow the root cause of them being fucked up gets omitted from the text. The experiences with all types of men is predominately what drives their “perceived attitudes” when they get approached by the next man. Their beliefs are based upon truthful experiences and should not be downplayed or disregarded. This shit is not rocket science. But go ahead dudes, chalk our experiences up to us just “picking the wrong men.” That’s the same idiocy as, “you just ain’t had the right one yet.” Get the fuck out of my face. Please!

Some people can’t get things through their heads. They can’t grasp reality (men and women). Yeah men, we like feeling insignificant. That inconsideration thing ya'll do is sexy. [insert eye roll here.] The way a man will call you every single day and express his interest in you and how your day is going is a trait that college credit should be given for. They lie in wait, 2 weeks, 2 months, it doesn’t matter. Finally the woman feels safe that this guy really just might feel something more than his loins throbbing, so she gives in and gives it up. Freeze bitch! You just made the ultimate mistake. The countdown has begun. He will prompt and prod you to see how many freaky things you are willing and know how to do. A threesome? Do you take it up the rear? Hmmm, he wants you to. Never done that before? Don’t worry, he will offer lessons cause wifey don’t do that. Oh, you didn’t know he was married? Doesn’t matter, neither did he until one day he suddenly remembered. But for now, you’re into him and he’s having fun. That is, until you run out of tricks in 2 weeks or 2 months. Some bad bitches can keep him interested longer, but the end is inevitable. Now he doesn’t give a fuck about how your day is going. He’s got better things to do and you are depressed, have intimacy issues, low self-esteem and all that other bullshit. For some strange reason, you believed that this time would be different from the last time even though every other time was the same.

How about the women who are there from the beginning - when dude ain’t shit but a bus pass and a dream? You help him get through school or you pick up the slack when he’s unemployed. You nurture his soul and you nurse him when he’s sick. Then the nigga goes and fucks some other bitch who stays on the same street you and him live on. Yeah, it can happen. Clearly we are not experiencing the love stories we’ve seen in old movies. Ever notice how black women were never in those movies to begin with? In actuality, these dudes don’t to come to court you, they come to fuck you and then disappear off into the desert like a Bedouin genie.

But wait! Notwithstanding anything I have said here, ladies I have to say, IT IS OUR OWN FAULT! It is our fault because we allow these things to occur, not because men can’t help themselves. Now some people may think I have fallen over and bumped my head. Rest assured that I have not. What I did was take an extremely harsh, rational and honest look at the situation to determine that if they won’t change, I must. I say that "I" must because I’m not here to preach to anybody about what they should do with their lives. That is one of the things people miss when they try to share information. They say, “You should be a Christian, or you should drink Noni juice!” What if I don’t want to drink Noni juice? You can’t make me; now go away because you are bothering me. Therefore, I must change my mind, review my thought processes and my outlook so that the mistakes I made in the past can be minimized in the future. Will there be more mistakes to come? Probably, but the next time something bad or hurtful happens, I’m not going to sit up and blame the other party unless it is a legal matter. I may know that they are ultimately the guilty party to be blamed, but I also know it is my fault because I allowed it to happen in the first place.

Often I hear men say things like… “These chicks are always bitching and complaining!” Well, maybe they are right? No need to prove that we complain because they do stupid shit. We aren't perfect either. But if I change my mind and/or determine that what a guy is doing requires me to complain recurrently, then it is my fault if I continue on with my interactions with him. You cannot control what someone is going to do to you, but you can control your reaction to their actions.

Another parroted statement is, “Black women pass up throngs of good men trying to walk off with the ultimate catch (the rich athlete, the actor, etc.)” Maybe they do, I can’t speak for all black women. What I do know dude is, if you’re on your second strike or you haven’t had a job – ever, or you can’t complete full sentences; you might have less of a chance with a successful black woman. And if I'm being completely honest here, you might just be too ugly. I know that if I can’t look at you, how in the hell am I supposed to let you climb “ontoppa” me and do your business. Where will I find pleasure in that? I'm sorry lord, but I just can't picture sex with an ugly dude. I'll try, but I don't think its gonna work. And you can’t blame me for that one, its just that your genes have let you down.

I’ve received feedback on my commentary recently which implied that I was somehow contributing to the potential extinction of the black race by proposing that women learn to be happy with themselves. Some people said that by me not providing solutions, I am basically helping the problem exist instead of helping to solve it. I didn’t realize I had been nominated the leader of the Blacks, but now that I know, I will try harder. Until inauguration though, just know that the solution to this problem, if there is one, lies within each of us. Individually we must strive to do better and to be better. Recognize that we don’t have to agree to have an understanding.

Over the course of history in America, Black women have been conditioned to believe that we are not worthy of the ultimate – the fairy tale. We are too dark, too mouthy, too fat, too skinny, too dumb, too smart…the list is endless. Nevertheless, whose fairytale is that anyway? What is your fairytale Sista? What would make you happy? Is your happiness contingent on a man? Mine isn’t! It can’t be. Not because I don’t think I can maintain a meaningful, sustainable and loving relationship with a black man, but because my knowledge of past experiences suggests that I might want to make other arrangements.

The world has changed significantly and I must change with it. Sure it is possible to find happiness with a man - a black one even. But let's not pretend. If the statistics are correct and there are 12 black woman per every 1 black man, when the music stops, 11 bitches won't have a chair. That's just real! Irregardless, I know my worth! I know who I am! I know I am not what the stereotypes of society say I should be. I don’t need to prove it to you; you should be acquainted with it when I open my mouth and when I walk into a room. It can be clearly recognized when I discuss current events, football, politics and the weather patterns of the Maldives. So please, carry on Ray-Ray, RicRock, Kobe, Reggie Bush, Tiger Woods, most of my ex-relationships and Pookey’nem. I don't hate you, I just strongly dislike your behavior. But no worries, I shall not blame you for my independence or my journey to seeking the ultimate happiness. Alone or with a man of mutual and equal selection -it is my fault - and I fully accept it.

WASET © 2010
Author of The POWER journal – Chronicles of a Revolutionary Black Woman in White America and the new novel, PULSE - coming summer 2010.

The Is This Ni66a Serious Chronicles – Part I

2010-01-05T01:09:00.000-08:00

Perusing the pages of facebook as I often do, I came across an opinion piece by a black gentleman named Steven Palmer, who, so eloquently entitled his editorial, “THE REAL REASON Successful Black Women Don’t Have A Pookey At The Altar. -Part 1.”

Now normally I would have just dismissed this foolery at the name alone. I mean, what successful, intelligent, worldly bad ass sista would want a ni66a named “Pookey” anyway? “Not I,” said the lady drinking muscato to the fly. Yet I wondered for a split second…maybe he put the name Pookey in the title to draw attention to his position? Maybe he had something meaningful to say? If you can find the article on facebook, feel free to locate, read, reflect, return and retort. Go ahead, I'll wait. (I tried to link it, but the link did not work **sad sets in**!)

There have been several mentionings going around television and the Internet in the past few weeks about black women being single and unable to find a good black man. Broken record you say? I concur. I see and hear it all the time, but for the moment the propaganda is being ramped up. Perhaps the media read the article I wrote recently, which suggested that Sistas should try Asian dudes? In any regard, our friend the Pookey promoter, provides in his article several reasons why this phenomenon is occurring so frequently. Guess what black women of America, the author of “Pookey” says that is it our own fault that we are: Single! Alone! Unhappy! Unmarried! Discontent! My God bitches…dare I even say…Bitter!

Some of the rationale our author suggests for black women being single is that we are “depressed, victims of sexual abuse, secretly gay or bisexual, jealous, we suffer from mental disorders, we’re arrogant, selfish, and that we have sexual intimacy issues.” List not exhaustive mind you. He further goes on to say that we may even be delusional. Kapow! Take THAT you sorry ho’s! To quote our friend Mr. Palmer, he says – “ITS ALL ABOUT YOU…BOO!” Well, guess what? He might be on to something, but from his subjective and self-indulgent pontifications of us by him, he doesn’t even know what he has stumbled upon.

Now, I will say this, Mr. Palmer is correct when he surmises that it is “all about you,” but not in the context that it’s our own fucking fault that we are single. He actually rings the right bell when he says that our first relationship begins with self, so hold that thought – I will have more on this in part II. Now, for shucks and giggles, let’s take a step back for a second and put ourselves in his shoes - (something he clearly did not do in his idiom). Let’s just say that it is our fault that according to ABC news, 42% of us are single. (That does mean that 58% of us are not single right? But whatever, let’s go!) We make these black men go to jail, lay up on the couch smoking weed while we go to work and deal with dumb ass co-workers, bosses and customers. The fact that we breed, rear, clothe, bathe and do homework with their children but then are too tired to suck a di*k on command makes us the bad guy instead of the bad girl his loins yearn for at that moment? Oh I’m sorry, I’m not feeling very sexy when I know the motherfucking lights are gonna get turned off if we don’t get some more money in this house. Enjoy all that Madden you played today…all day? Yes! We cause, aggravate and provoke black men to seek out and snuggle up with non-black women because our weaves and wigs just don’t compare to their silky straight, luxurious hair even though it IS their silky straight luxurious hair. So to clarify, when I wear my hair natural and a black man asks me, “When you gonna get your hair done,” I’ll be damned like James Evans on Good Times - his ignorance is my fault?

Basically as this article suggests, we are supposed to get over our issues, but Mr. Palmer does not identify any substantive issues that black men suffer from. As a matter of fact, he advocates that the reason many black men invite us to be their “side pieces, sexual conquests, plan B or C [women] or fu*k buddies” instead of marrying us and treating us humanely even is because we have not looked deep enough within ourselves to resolve all of the issues we have that would attract such a man. Can we see a show of hands from all the women who don’t have any of the issues mentioned in paragraph 4, yet still know a majority of men who treat women as described above? That’s what I thought!

So just when you think he is going to wrap things up and never even mention the black man’s role in this shitty situation that is ultimately ‘our fault,’ ol’ Steven throws us a bone. That’s right, near the end of his tale, Pookey’s best friend eludes to the fact that there is a possibility that the reason these black men end up treating the way they most often do is because of their own “limited awareness and inability to go deeper themselves.” Ahhh! Now I see! Black men are treating black women like shit because they aren’t aware? For real? Well doesn’t that suggest that these men are just as fu*ked up as Mr. Palmer says we are?

All that glitters ain’t gold girls says Steven Palmer! All of our “things…” e.g. (clothes, shoes, nice cars and homes) won’t guarantee that we will net the one thing that seems to elude us – a healthy relationship with a black man. Basically we are causing our own sadness, madness and confusion by wanting more instead of less, by daring to demand that we be treated like queens and so forth. A close male friend of mine told me the other day that black women are “unrealistic!” He said that we should be open to things like settling down with a guy that has been convicted of a felony or two. Really? Is that what it comes down to? What the fu*k did I go to college for then?

Now, I might be able to overlook a DUI or a county stint that lasted a few days because you wanted to work off your parking tickets. But ni66a if you’ve been assigned to a tier, have a job working in the prison kitchen and have been set up with an account so people can put money on your books; no stress, be blessed, but I’m not going to be able to work with that. I need you to not have been a prisoner. Hell, for that matter, I need you to not even have been a suspect. Furthermore, I need you to have a passport or at least have a vision of getting one in the foreseeable future.

I wonder if this whole “expose” was really the author's way of crying out for help and attention. Why else would a black man sit down and write a diatribe about black women, blaming us for our own experiences as if he is one of us and has some form of internal insight? How would he even be able to speak on our experiences with any amount of non-subjective value? His rhetoric is akin to Fiddler and Toby (Kunta) sitting on the floor of the slave cabin, when all of a sudden, the master opens the creaky wooden door. Once inside, the master says, “Hey ol’ boys (hey niggers), I’ve written an article on what you slaves problem is. Well, I guess I gotta read it to you so here it goes: “Dear slaves! Look at yourself you coons! Toby, you know it’s your own fault you got your foot chopped off don’t you?”

For reasons I cannot quite articulate, I bemoan this piece of literary brilliance that Mr. Palmer has compiled. I give him credit for making one good point about us (beautiful) black women looking internally. He came close here I must admit. In all honestly, he is correct that this action need to happen immediately. But, not in order to find some nigga named Pookey. You see, we don’t need to look deep within ourselves to get a man, keep a man or marry a man. We must look within ourselves to learn to thrive without one.

Sistas For Asian Dudes

2009-12-16T00:59:00.000-08:00

Today wasn’t the first time I decided to quit ni66a’s for good. Nope, today just solidified my potential decision to possibly just say fu*k them for hopefully the last time.

Minding my own business at the office of modern day slavery, a Chinese gentleman that I had helped months ago with a job-related issue, came to my office and gave me a holiday gift. And no, he didn’t bring me a pair of Guess boots or one of those God-ugly $99 pendants from Kay Jewelers. The man brought me a glass knickknack - a knickknack that I commenced to marvel over and then display on a glass table for everyone who never gave me a damn thing to see.

The thing was, it wasn’t the gift itself. Really and truly it was the thought behind it. The fact that this man had maybe seen me once since I worked with him, but then not only thought to get me something, but then brought it to my office and expressed a type of kind sentiment that for some reason I don’t seem to be worthy of in the eyes of many Negroes. (For the 2.5 of you that know I’m not talking to you - just ignore this PLEASE – my father included!)

Had that been then end of it, I probably wouldn’t be sitting here now writing this scripture and listening to Babyface’s greatest hits. (“Two Occasions” isn’t on here. Yeah, I know Two Occasions was when he was with The Deele!) Anyway! Not more than ten minutes after my Chinese gift giver left the premises, this Black a$$ Negro I know called me and asked me, “So what you gonna get me for Christmas?”

***Page Break*** I need to step out of the room for a minute and get myself together.

I’m back.

I hope my face doesn’t stay permanently scrunched up because the black dude’s question really bothered me. I kindly replied into my blackberry that I would be happy to give him his gift early – a dial tone! Click! Nah, I didn’t immediately hang up in his face, cause I do have class. Actually what I did was tell him to hold on, and then I put the phone on mute and stuck it in my purse. See I’m not gonna let ni66as fade me! Besides, I have the Sprint $99 for everything plan so those burnt minutes were on his Boost mobile a$$.

For what its worth, I don’t think I should waste much time on why many of the women of my race are in this predicament of dealing with Negroes who don’t respect and protect us. There is no point. I have even searched for the reasons why these things are happening to the true and down sistas in books - and you know black people don’t look in there too often. (Hell, when I was in college my house got broken into like 5 times. I had cash money hidden in my books every time, but you know them ni66a’s never found it.) The only book some blacks ever even come close to is a mug shot book. Feel free to stop me when I’m lying.

In any event, I’m going Asian! I’ve had it with this chocolate bull$hit! Whatever! I know I’m gonna hear people yipping about you can’t judge all Negroes by the actions of a few. What they are probably going to leave off of their judgment of me is that they really mean the actions of a few hundred thousand Negroes. Just dump in all of Detroit and like...oh lets say, St. Louis Negroes for sure. Okay, I know like 7 black dudes that I can honestly say that I think are good dudes. But, even if I’m exaggerating for entertainment purposes, I probably know 18 Negro clowns for every .541 good black man. Sad. Fact!

The nerve of that fool to call me up out of the blue and ask me for a gift. I'm still puzzled like 9 hours later. Maybe he has a concussion or something and forgot who the fu*k he called? (And no, it wasn’t Brian Westbrook from the Eagles I was talking to.)

So that the record is clear, I don’t ask for gifts from men. Nah, if I have ever asked a man for something, I’ve asked for simple $hit like…

· Jello or soup when I’m sick (like with pneumonia or something serious)
· Can ya pick me up from the airport – (probably in my car)
· Be faithful ni66a (can you do me that one MF’n favor?)

Yeah, in my lifetime I’ve inquired about basic, straightforward and uncomplicated $hit like that. I haven’t asked for purses, shoes, trips, drinks, and cookware; or for dudes to get my hair and nails done. The way I see it, if a dude wanted to do those things, I wouldn’t have to ask because he would already be making my appointments, driving to the mall or logging on to Amazon.com without me asking - and that’s that.

After I finish this article, I think I’m going to create a facebook group just to get an idea of how many other sistas are on the same page as me. I gotta know how many sistas are tired of being taken for granted and asked to clothe, shoe and feed ungrateful and spiteful goons who will wear the clothes bought for them by the sista on a date with a non-sista. Truth is truth people! By the way, Tiger Woods is not to be counted in the Asian contingent that I think the sistas should look for. Nah, he should go with the Norwegians or somebody. I have no idea why I said the Norwegians. Sorry Norwegians. Anyhooha, I’m just sayin,’ Asians are stealth like ninjas and Tiger has absolutely no creep, credibility or cool points to offer. Plus they say he’s a cheap bastard on top of all of his other flaws, so he should be deferred to Norway in the next racial draft.

As for me, the next time you see me out with a man, don’t be surprised if I’m walking 3 steps behind some dude named Kyoto Takasuki with some wooden high heeled thongs on, my hair in a bun with two chopsticks holding it together and three pieces of a spicy tuna roll in my pocket. Best believe that we will be pushing a phat ride, living in a phat house and rolling all over a 850 credit score. We will own simple ni66a’s like the bastard that asked me for a Christmas gift just like China owns the United States. I will be in the big house when all these low down field hand Negroes end up back picking watermelons because they chose to sag their pants, listen to illiterate rappers like Lil Wayne and beg bitches for scraps instead of digging into them school books and putting the weed down. Obama’s presidency means nothing if the rest of the population of colored males are in jail. He’s ONE dude – and he didn’t even know how important Michael Jackson was to the world so what does he really know anyway?

And don’t worry about me walking behind my new man. I won’t be doing it because I’m subservient; I’ll be back there because somebody needs to be behind him to catch his money as it falls out of his pockets. I'm gonna give new meaning to having his back. Plus, if you know me at all then you know I’m not a trick or a gold-digger. Therefore, Kyoto will be handsomely rewarded for all those things he does for me without me having to ask him. And who knows, with a few Extenze for men tablets, he might just please me too.

Paging Will Demps, Chow Yun Fat, Jet Li and Russell Wong…call me! If I don’t answer, it’s because some black a$$ jacka$$ is still on hold in my purse!

Yeah, WASET said all THAT. Quote Her! © 2009

In Order To Get Props In Death, You Must Report The News – Not Make History!

2009-07-18T23:27:00.000-07:00

“So take my strong advice…just remember to always think twice!” –Michael Jackson

It was the evening of July 17, 2009 when we learned that the legendary journalist Walter Cronkite had passed away at 92. I agree, the nation suffered a loss. Journalists wish they could be even 25% as great as he was; but Cronkite gave the news, he didn’t make it. Go ask someone in Madagascar if they know who Walter Cronkite was and they will look at you like you’re stupid. But I bet they can perform the routine to Thriller. Regardless, less than 24 hours after the death of Walter Cronkite, “President” Obama appears to have knocked his poor wife Michelle down the White House staircase trying to get to the video camera in order to tape a statement about Cronkite. Yet, he never issued a formal statement about the death of the most famous person in the world, Michael Jackson. Hell, Cronkite died just before 8PM Eastern Time and the White House had a written statement out before midnight the same night.

Anyone see a problem here? Anyone noticing the Manchurian yet? http://www.imdb.com/video/screenplay/vi2012480281/ Somebody check and see if Air Force One is stocked with Cup a Noodles or crack, cause Smokey Chops is on some serious bull$hit now. Just watch…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YdjXYUxEcD0 [Warning, if you love Michael Jackson -this $hit’s gonna really piss you off.]

Its kind of like when one of your elders tells you that something ain’t right because they have an achy ankle or their gout starts acting up for no reason. Something like a premonition, but not quite. More like something just isn’t kosher, yet you can’t put your finger on it.

I knew it then.

Then was the day that I voted for Hillary Clinton in the Presidential primary. Oh yeah, I am BLACK as they come (so Black I'm blizzack), but I didn’t vote for Obama in the primary. Something wasn’t right. It was a feeling in my motherfu*king ankle. I knew that every politician is a politician and that means untrustworthy. At least with Clinton, I knew what I was getting. But it doesn’t matter if you add color, can’t find where they cheated on their spouse or give them two cute kids, a wife and a Portuguese Water Dog - they are all pandering hypocritical liars by nature.

Now I did try to shake the feelings I had about this dude. When Hillary lost in the primary, I ended up voting for him (as if I had a choice when he ran against those two Republican kooks). I didn’t say anything about his first 100 days. I didn’t judge him when he sped past the reasonable amount of time in which to say something about any issue, to the “got-damn Negro” are you gonna acknowledge that North Korea is firing shit off or not? I kept my mouth shut! But no more dammit! No more!

Perhaps you have already read my coverage on Obama’s lack of proper protocol and down right bad manners in the wake of Michael Jackson’s death. If not, take two of these and get back after the break…

http://thepowerjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/bet-obama-and-hatas-that-hate-truth.html

http://thepowerjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-answer-to-your-question-isno.html

Through my sorrow, sadness and tears that came with the passing of the most famous talent ever to walk the earth (that would be MJ), I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the “President” had not made any official statements about Michael’s death.

http://features.csmonitor.com/politics/2009/06/26/obama-on-michael-jackson-why-no-official-statement/

Then, when he finally did make his shady on-camera disingenuous comments, they came 7 and 11 days later. And boy, were his comments “heartfelt”. Not! He called Michael Jackson’s music “stuff.” He made sure to include a negative whenever he was gracious enough to possibly sound like he was giving Michael Jackson a compliment. He sat there in the chair giving the "interview" looking and sounding like Silly D. Williams without the wavy hair. (He probably wishes he had naturally wavy hair though, then he wouldn’t have to sleep with a doo-rag on like normal b-folk do.)

The unified excuse from all the "Obamanators" was, “he’s got more important things to do.” Really, So on June 26, 2009 he had more important things to do like this? Oh no wait, wasn’t he trying to give amnesty to all the illegal aliens that day?

What's so got-damn funny?

Now I thought on July 18, 2009 he was trying to screw up my healthiness-er health care? Guess he got finish with that early enough to go official on Walter Cronkite.I think we should take a second look at Obama’s Cronkite homage and break it down...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YdjXYUxEcD0

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Obama on Cronkite: “In an industry of icons, Walter set the standard by which all others have been judged.”

Obama on Michael Jackson: “Michael Jackson is…ah…will go down in history as one of our greatest entertainers.”

WASET: “Tha fu*k you mean ‘one’ of the greatest entertainers? Nobody has or will top Mike. Do you not get that?”

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Obama on Cronkite: “He was family.”

Obama on Michael Jackson: “I still have all his stuff on my iPod.”

WASET: “Stuff? You must be out of your damn mind, cause this is Thriller up in
here. Michael Jackson was like my cousin. Yeah, that odd cousin, but cousin nonetheless.Walter Cronkite was the man in the TV! I guess you never closed your eyes and let the rhythm get in to you”

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Obama on Cronkite: “That’s why we loved Walter, because in a era before blogs
and email, before cell phones and cable, he was the news.”

Obama on Michael Jackson: “I’m glad to see he is being remember primarily for the great joy he brought to a lot of people.”

WASET: “Oh, he brought joy to a lot of people? How about the World you im-be-cile (channeling Cicely Tyson in Hoodlum)? We are the World you simpleton. MJ raised millions upon millions of dollars for Africa. You went to Africa last week and said, ‘Africa's future is up to Africans.’ Thanks for the help cousin.”

Yeah sure, I got grief from people who took it personally when I called out the President over Michael Jackson. But, do you really think I give a….? Don’t stress yourself, cause you already know the answer. As a matter of fact, I went to the grocery store early this morning and bought two walnuts for the next person who wants to get “these nuts!” And Mr. President, if this slips past your handlers and you see this…I’m Dave Chappelle, but with a white glittery glove on - you are the other guy! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mKT3-FdOLYM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YdjXYUxEcD0

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Obama on Cronkite: “In an industry of icons, Walter set the standard by which all others have been judged.”

Obama on Michael Jackson: “Michael Jackson is…ah…will go down in history as one of our greatest entertainers.”

WASET: “Tha fu*k you mean ‘one’ of the greatest entertainers? Nobody has or will top Mike. Do you not get that?”

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Obama on Cronkite: “He was family.”

Obama on Michael Jackson: “I still have all his stuff on my iPod.”

WASET: “Stuff? You must be out of your damn mind, cause this is Thriller up in here. Michael Jackson was like my cousin. Yeah, that odd cousin, but cousin nonetheless.Walter Cronkite was the man in the TV! I guess you never closed your eyes and let the rhythm get in to you”

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Obama on Cronkite: “That’s why we loved Walter, because in a era before blogs and email, before cell phones and cable, he was the news.”

Obama on Michael Jackson: “I’m glad to see he is being remember primarily for the great joy he brought to a lot of people.”

WASET: “Oh, he brought joy to a lot of people? How about the World you im-be-cile (channeling Cicely Tyson in Hoodlum)? We are the World you simpleton. MJ raised millions upon millions of dollars for Africa. You went to Africa last week and said, ‘Africa's future is up to Africans.’ Thanks for the help cousin.”

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Yeah sure, I got grief from people who took it personally when I called out the President over Michael Jackson. But, do you really think I give a ….? Don’t stress yourself, cause you already know the answer. As a matter of fact, I went to the grocery store early this morning and bought two walnuts for the next person who wants to get “these nuts!” And Mr. President, if this slips past your handlers and you see this…I’m Dave Chappelle, but with a white glittery glove on - you are the other guy!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mKT3-FdOLYM

WASET speaks to the Los Angeles Times about Michael Jackson Memorial

2009-07-08T12:26:00.000-07:00

It was not my intent to do press yesterday. I was clearly dressed for radio. Nevertheless, I'm glad I said what I said. I meant every word. Love u MJ! More later, including pics...

Just moments before Michael Jackson’s body arrived near the 11th Street entrance to Staples Center, a subdued crowd of about 400 people without tickets were bellying up against the guardrails, straining to catch a glimpse of something, anything going on.

Waset Regir, 38, a freelance writer from Los Angeles, took stock of her emotions and anger as she stood with the sparse crowd at the corner of Flower and 11th streets. She said the city should have given fans a place to gather and grieve.

“For days, they’ve drilled it into everyone: Don’t come out. It’ll be better to watch it from home. For now, everyone is in their living room, crying at their TV screens rather than coming together here as Michael would have wanted it,” she said. “Look around, we’ve got hundreds of police being paid overtime with nothing to do.”

Regir, who was surrounded by vendors hawking T-shirts, posters, buttons and soft drinks, said she wasn’t discouraged by the warnings by city and police officials.

“There was no way I wouldn’t get as close as I possibly can,” she said. “They didn’t try to discourage people from paying tribute to Princess Di when she died, did they?”

--Louis Sahagun

http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lanow/2009/07/michael-jackson-17.html

This Is Where I Stand!

2009-07-07T00:58:00.000-07:00

I’ve never cared for politicians, however my disdain for them has been growing like a rabid toe fungus in recent months. The sight of these people breaking their necks to appear on camera to promote all things anti-me and anti-citizens of this nation is abominable. These “people” have the audacity to tell the citizens what they have decided for us and that we should just sit down, shut up and get fuc*ed.

They tell that you shouldn't smoke. Then they tax cigarettes. Only to then themselves get caught on camera smoking crack. They preach that prostitution is illegal - right before they jaunt off to Argentina to trick. They tell you that there is no money in the coffers and demand more tax money from you. Then, with your tax dollars, they authorize the killing of citizens of other sovereign nations (Iraq); or, they use your tax revenues to pay for the benefits of people who have entered this country illegally. Yet, when you need help and pick up the phone to call your representative, they don’t pick up, or they answer the phone with a got-damn attitude like you are disturbing their crack smoking when you ring-a-ding ding.

Simple inquiry: How can you be governor of a State that you cannot pronounce the name of? It’s C-A-L-I-F-O-R-N-I-A you Austrian moron – not “Kaulifornia.”

As if this weren’t enough. As if enough of our jobs have not been handed away to India and Sri Lanka. As if our tax dollars aren’t going pay for people who broke law after law after law by showing up here uninvited, we come to this night. This night and the eve of the burial and laying to rest of the most prolific artist the world has ever seen: Michael Joseph Jackson. While I should be here writing about the great things Michael Jackson accomplished, I am forced to write about matters that should be obvious to even the dumbest among us. As a US citizen and native of Los Angeles, California, I think it is disgusting how city officials are handling this tragic event.

Los Angeles City Council members have been sniveled all over the news about how much it will cost the city to provide police protection and traffic control around the Staples Center because of Michael Jackson’s memorial service.

Well to each and any one of the Los Angeles City Council members or other government “officials” who opened their fat greedy gums and mention the cost of this memorial, I dedicate all seven of those items I flushed this morning to you. This memorial isn’t a party because a group of dudes put more balls into the net than another bunch of dudes. This is the culmination of a talented life that the world cherished. I don’t see these same politicians and city authoritarian douche bags complaining about people selling corn with hot unpasteurized cheese on the street corners every damn day. I don’t see them rushing to clean up the sidewalks or ensure that US citizens have adequate access to health care and oh yeah, SCHOOLBOOKS! I don’t see them filling up the potholes on Slauson Avenue. Therefore, I invite them all to become one with both of my middle fingers.

See this is the problem, these imbecilic politicians forget who they are working for. It’s called: No taxation without representation bi*ch! Look it up and check the relevance.

Los Angeles Police Department chief Earl Paysinger said, "I would encourage all of the Michael Jackson fans and well wishers to take advantage of the TV broadcast.” Well, I would encourage him and any others who parrot his sentiment to put two packets of STFU in their morning lattes!

"Well wishers?" Did he really say "well wishers?" Well, if Michael is gone, who are we wishing well? See, idiots!

Funny, I don’t recall Great Britain telling its citizens to remain in their homes when Princess Diana Spencer died. No, hundreds of thousands of people lined the streets for miles and miles to honor her for the gracious humanitarian she was. But, that can’t happen here in this ghetto a$$ place. In the City of LA, we are being "encouraged"to remain indoors and honor Michael Jackson through out television sets.

To hell with them I say. I pay $25.00 a month to have my trash picked up even though property taxes are supposed to have allocations to cover trash collection. Now they want to tell me where I can stand? First, we experienced how repulsive it was to have the President of the United States fail miserably to pay proper tribute to Michael and now we have to deal with this treachery.

“Check the rhyme you beastly ogres, Michael Jackson made more of a difference in the lives of people across the world than did any of you politicians serving in the United States combined. Therefore, at 5 AM this morning, I will rise, shine, venture and go forth to pay homage to a soul lost before his time. You fu*king politicians can pay for any “expenses” out of the trash collection fees you are double charging us for.” -- WASET

WASET © 2009

The Starting Lineup - RIP Steve McNair (you would have been an All-star)

2009-07-06T16:58:00.000-07:00

-----------------THE STARTING LINEUP Pt. 1
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Game Time. Damn he’s fine!
I’ve been waiting for this moment for such a long time.
Quarter one
its just begun
I got a call to hook up with Allen Iverson.
Quarter 2
and I’m about due
to fly to D.C. to see Larry Hughes.
Cocktails, expensive dinner and a movie
far from a groupie, but
I’m feeling kinda tipsy and I know he wants to do me.
But hold up!
Before any copulations
I’ve got to verify your health certifications.
Ooh yeah, now pull my hair
Chris Webber, Roy Jones or Steve McNair.
Right there.

Shhhhhh…
It’s late in the evening
and you know I’ve been thinking
in my room I could sneak in...
Fres Oquendo
that fine ass Puerto Ri-can
D-A-M-N
It seems so nutritious, that chocolate Mike Vick looks quite delicious.
I know he’s young, but I’m a cut him some slack.
I might even let him kiss me between my haystack
or give him permission to unzip my backpack.
And just in case baby boy gets sacked
I want Dante Culpepper as my quarterback
he can throw
I’ll catch
turn my back
he can fetch
he’s got me singing “thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing”
he’s got me cleared for a landing like a plane from Boeing.
Right now, I’m in the zone
I keep my treasures in a vault locked up like Al Capone’s
but I’d give my combination to Eddie Jones.
I don’t fu*k with the Lakers cause they traded my baby.
I’d rather fly like an Eagle with the Steelers Duce Staley.

-----------------THE STARTING LINEUP Pt. 2
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…Mmmm mmmm
It’s so tasty
the thought that Derek Jeter can’t wait to taste me.
I can’t believe, the way he swings his bat
in Armani or his cleats cause he’s got it like that.

H-A-L-F-T-I-M-E

I’ve got to make a decision.
Do I let Robert Horry stick his key in my ignition
while we listen to R. Kelly sing Sex In The Kitchen?
Hell yeah… Aw baby faster
make me come hard like a beat from Trackmasters.

3rd Quarter on the road and it’s getting late
I think I need Paul Pierce to help me navigate.
I pull over, to the side of the lane
and get a lift from Mike Rucker and Sugar Shane
in a field with a hut and some sugar cane.
I go back to the city and I’m feeling like a winner.
Put on my throwback cause it’s time for dinner
and I’m getting served by Sugar Ray Leonard.
In the 4th, the game is almost over
I reach down in my jeans to find my four-leaf clover
make a wish “snap”
and just like that
I’m pinned down by The Rock
on a wrestling mat
in Brazil
on the side of a hill
we don’t have on any clothes just to keep it real.
We kiss, because he’s got it all
and I feel myself coming like a waterfall.
I’m wet!
But it’s only my sweat?
That was just my fantasy team
but sometimes…I forget.

WASET - from The POWER journal - Chronicles of a Revolutionary Black Woman - go get THAT!

And the answer to your question is….NO!

2009-07-04T12:48:00.000-07:00

No, Barack Obama’s counterfeit comments about Michael Jackson on Thursday, July 2, 2009 do not satisfy me. They do not make up for his insensitivity and insolence and they do not erase the fact that it took him seven days to make the ridiculous statements in the first place. [Cue Toni Braxton: “Seven whole days…and not a word from you! Seven whole nights…ah, and I'm just about through!"] Yeah, I’m on this story like Divine Brown was on Hugh Grant in the middle of Sunset Boulevard.

His campaign ran on the audacity of hope. Yet, I was hoping Obama didn’t have the audacity to come out and make comments after people complained about his abysmal and wholly disrespectful lack of proper etiquette in the wake of Michael Jackson’s death. I had actually wished upon a star that Barack Obama would just continue to ignore the death of The King of Pop so that whatever I had already stated would be the last of it. Now, because he popped his chops again, and let out new batch of pontifical “Presidential” blither, I find myself right back at my pc.

Note: For those of you who feel Obama was dammed if he did and dammed if he didn’t when it came to the Michael Jackson matter, don’t bother telling me about it. I already have the soundtrack to The Wiz and ‘you can’t win’ this argument.

Oh we all know what happened – how it came to be that Obama decided to publically grace us all with a few words about Michael Jackson. Somebody told someone (because many of us have been talking about this since day 2) and they told somebody else and it got back to the White House. Then the clean up crew started spinning like a Kenmore dryer. First, they sent David Axelrod out to tell us that the President had sent the Jackson family a letter. How nice. Well, I can name that tune in one note cause Bill Clinton had already called the Jackson family twice by the time Obama’s “letter” arrived at Hayvenhurst (the Jackson family compound).

If you have not yet heard Obama’s “Presidential” vocal remarks about the death of Michael Jackson from July 2, 2009, you can read all about them here:

http://abcnews.go.com/Politics/wireStory?id=7987225

Per the AP, “Obama didn’t see any controversy in the fact that he did not issue a formal public statement upon Jackson’s death, and said he was unaware of any dissatisfaction in the black community with his response.”

So just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, at –2:28 on the tape, the reporter tells Obama that she’s been receiving emails from Black folks who are upset about his lack of proper protocol regarding Mike’s death. Obama then states, “You’re the first person who’s actually asked me about it?” Really? I believe that like I believed Phil Spector really had shaggy hair.

Obama talked to Press Secretary Gibbs about it on June 26, 2009 We all know Gibbs probably asked him if he was going to make a public statement and he said no. I guess he thought we wouldn't notice... FAIL!

“THE WHITE HOUSE

Office of the Press Secretary
_________________________________________________________________________
For Immediate Release June 26, 2009

PRESS BRIEFING
BY
PRESS SECRETARY ROBERT GIBBS

Q Okay, I will ask. The President has talked a lot about his love of music. He hosted Stevie Wonder here. He has talked a great deal about what's on his iPod to Rolling Stone Magazine. Well, what's his reaction to the death of Michael Jackson?

MR. GIBBS: I talked to him about it this morning. Look, he said to me that obviously, Michael Jackson was a spectacular performer, a music icon. I think everybody remembers hearing his songs, watching him moonwalk on television during Motown's 25th anniversary. But the President also said, look, he had -- aspects of his life were sad and tragic. And his condolences went out to the Jackson family and to fans that mourned his loss.

Q Why not a written statement, then?

MR. GIBBS: Because I just said it.

Q And you say he did send condolences to the family -- did he call the family personally?

MR. GIBBS: Not that I know of.”

Source: http://www.whitehouse.gov/the_press_office/Briefing-by-White-House-Press-Secretary-Robert-Gibbs-6-26-09/

RESPONSE FROM:

THE WASET HOUSE
Office of the President
_________________________________________________________________________
For Immediate Release July 4, 2009

PRESS BRIEFING
BY
WASET

On President Obama’s catastrophic failure to properly recognize the death of Michael Jackson:

Mr. President, as a former law professor, I suspect you will attempt to split hairs about what was said. I know you will maintain until the end of the world that you weren’t aware of the public outrage about your failure to properly acknowledge Michael until the AP reporter mentioned it. For one, if your staff is/was so stupid that they couldn’t see this anger coming or that it already existed, then they all need to be fired on the spot! Everyone in the White House can’t be that damn dumb.

You also said in the July 2^nd interview that not only were you unaware of the outrage in the Black community over the Mike slight, you said: “I know a lot of people in the black community and I haven’t heard that.” WTF? That’s like saying, "one of my best friends is gay," or, "I can quit whenever I want to." Was that supposed to be funny? Do us all a big fat favor and leave the jokes to Chris Rock. Had I been conducting that interview with you and you started with all of that analysis on the ups and downs of Michael J., I would have said “Ni66a please” right to your face and took off my microphone. Each time new information has come from your office about you mentioning Michael, you have gone out of your way to mention something negative. And, for the record, Michael Jackson is a global figure, so there are people from Bangladesh to Bulgaria who think you suck right about now.

As I wrote in prior reports, your response was no longer needed 3, 4, 5…days after Michael died. Then only thing that was left for you to do when you failed to acknowledge him properly by day 2 or 3 was just face the fact that you fuc*ed up and then admit it. You were a law professor, so if you were scared that someone would be upset about you giving Mike his due because of the previous allegations against him; you should have immediately referred to: http://dictionary.law.com/ and looked up the word "Acquittal."

Personally, I never cared what you thought about Michael Jackson. I never cared if you had his “stuff” on your iPod. I have his music everywhere, not only on my iPod, I got Mike on wax, cassette tape, CD and in my heart. Nevertheless, what you showed me that if you couldn’t get this right, what else will you get wrong? Were you really that mad because Michael wouldn’t perform at your inauguration?

http://myreader.co.uk/msg/1212654921.aspx

I’m glad Michael refused you because you aren’t worthy of the moonwalk. You said Michael Jackson’s music is “stuff.” Well, just as an fyi, Michael Jackson’s “stuff” is the classical music of the last 40 years and will continue to be such. Learn your HIStory. Speaking of history, I was talking to my Mom about this issue. My mother suffers from Obamania, yet she was truly troubled by your lack of attention to detail here. That really means something. My Mom tried to help you out by suggesting that maybe its because you were raised differently and didn’t face the same struggles as the descendants of slavery that you don’t get it. (By the way, I heard you hemming and hawing when asked about Affirmative Action – yeah, I caught that too.) Anyway, since you don’t seem to get it, perhaps you should confer with Mrs. Obama.

From now on though, just keep Michael Jackson’s name out of your mouth. In your AP interview on 7/2, you had time to speak fondly about Kobe (I’mma hit it from the back in Colorado) Bryant. Curiously, I didn’t hear you mention his woes. You called Michael Jordan the greatest to every play basketball (wrong again, that would be Magic Johnson). Funny how you didn’t speak of his gambling issues. Do you see now? Since you went to law school, you might not know that this is called “dropping science.”

Finally, not that it matters in the grand scope of life; but while we still have this feature called the First Amendment to the US Constitution, I am going to call it like I see it. You were wrong when you miserably failed to make a proper statement about Michael Jackson’s death. So, don’t you blame it on the sunshine, don’t blame in on the moonlight – just blame yourself!” –WASET

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BET, Obama and the "hata's" who hate the Truth.

2009-07-01T02:22:00.000-07:00

The word “ASCENSION” might just be one of the most underutilized words in the Black American dictionary. It signifies a climb, an elevation and an ability to rise upwards. Sadly, in so many areas, our people have made the decision to do exactly the opposite.

We have whittled away our core values to the point that we cannot even see how desperate our situation has become. Even still, some of us tend to lash out at the few people who will actually tell the truth. Bill Cosby went from being a really funny guy to the guy who called us out. People would walk out of auditoriums when the truth came out of Bill Cosby’s mouth. They called him names and said he was too hard on "us." Said he was "hatin!" Really?

Personally, I don’t think he went far enough. I mean, are our faults supposed to be kept confidential? Must we be quiet about all of our dirty little secrets so that others don’t find out how fucked up we are? Too late, they already know.

This brings me to the 2009 BET (Black Entertainment Television) Awards show debauchery. Oh, but first there are some words that we need to memorize, hold close and retain for the future.

· Class
· Dignity
· Pride
· Self-Respect
· Protocol

The BET Awards failed to exhibit any of these, which is all the more important reason that I must feed these words into the mouths of the hungry and unsustained.

The biggest star/icon/personality/entertainer the world has ever seen and probably ever will see, died on Thursday, June 25, 2009. His name: Michael Jackson. No need for me to delve into his achievements, I can do that in another piece. Let’s just say for now that the world has never seen any person larger in status than Michael Jackson. Which is why, BET felt that they should pay tribute to the fallen performer by revamping their award show to capture this sad and historic moment in time.

BET said that they tried really hard to produce a quality show. Granted, they only had three days to completely overhaul the show from whatever it was initially supposed to be to whatever that was it ended up being. Maybe they really did try, I’m not sure. But, when you have Soulja Boy (Tell them ni66as something or whatever his name is) on the same stage as people trying to pay tribute to the King of Pop, all of your efforts should be immediately given the side eye. Yes, Soulja Boy! The purveyor of songs such as “Kiss Me Through The Phone” and “Booty Meat.” He shouldn't have been been allowed in the parking lot - at least not until he learned English.

Then you have Beyonce - wearing a wedding dress slash wedding night hotel housecoat. How was that a tribute to Mike? In that outfit, I might have understood had she snatched off all that brick-a-brack and performed a cover of “Shake Your Body Down.” Her singing was good, but I just didn’t get how that related to Michael Jackson.

The night was supposed to be filled with tributes to Michael, but the sad fact is, many performers sounded like they were singing underwater. Was Gloria Allred the soundman? So what you ended up with was a tragic event in history being chronicled by tragedy. BET President, Debra Lee claimed to CNN before the show began that so many celebrities had contacted BET regarding participating in the Michael Jackson tribute. Clearly BET didn’t pick up the phone when they called.

Was Jill Scott busy? Ya’ll couldn’t find my girl India.Arie? I had her number if you needed it. Brian McKnight was out of town? Boyz II Men couldn’t sing “Its So Hard To Say Goodbye?” Yes, I love New Edition, but Bobby Brown beat up Whitney Houston and you let him huff and puff on the stage, yet you let Jay-Z punk you into rescinding your invitation to Chris Brown. Michael Jackson tribute you say? You mean Wyclef didn’t have a banjo or a ukulele in the trunk of his car? T-Pain had a Michael Jackson t-shirt on – under his “BIG A$$ CHAIN.” I’m thinking we should all pitch in and buy him a big IGNORANT A$$ BELT.

So now is the time to start building with those words I listed earlier. Its time to start looking at the got-damn Man In The Mirror. Clearly, the BET Awards had no CLASS “a’tall.” Was the fact that the rapper Drake had half naked pre-pubescent little girls dancing around him like sex slaves supposed to be part of Mike’s tribute? Have we lost our entire parcel of God given SELF-RESPECT?

CNN found themselves on the red carpet reporting live before the show began. I know right? If you had asked somebody a month ago what it would take for CNN to actually broadcast from the BET Awards, that person would have laughed, bent their wrist forward and said, “Chile, Michael Jackson would have to die for that to happen.” DAMN! But, it’s true and I’m sad. Initially I was excited to see CNN there, but only until they started to venture into the crowd to interview people. I yelled out at my TV, “Nooooooooooo,” but they found Kackalisha anyway. She had 10-inch fingernails. Her weave was crooked. Even worse, she was 22-years-old and had not mastered the English language. She spoke like she had a mouth full of Thunderbird and two bushels of chewin’ tobacco. Yeah, kind of similar to Tiny when she accepted the best rap something or other award for T.I. Now don’t you worry about Tiny though because BET has bestowed her with her very own show. Have some of us just no remaining DIGNITY? Don’t bother to answer. Refer to paragraph one. But I'm just 'hatin' right?

Tip: When CNN puts their microphone in front of you, and you know you’re not “worldly,” just decline to be interviewed. Tell that reporter - no matter how much you yearn to be seen by the people in the nail shop and the halfway house - no matter how bad you know that reporter wants all the white people watching to find out “our” secrets that I thought you wanted to hide, please tell him that you are just too sad to comment. And then, just walk away.

Michael Jackson may have been a lot of things. However, his accomplishments and the barriers he broke down for Black people are immeasurable. Yet, all some of “us” could focus on in the wake of his death, were unproven allegations. The people who called him horrible names just moments after he was pronounced dead could make jokes, but they didn’t care to mention that he gave away more than three hundred and fifty million dollars to charity. No proof of harming children, but there’s plenty proof of his humanitarianism. Nevertheless, the ignorant tend to focus on what they know best – more ignorance. Has every drop of our PRIDE evaporated? I’m mystified and troubled. When I saw the line up of new shows premiering on BET (Tiny plus that other girl and Keisha Cole’s mama’nem) I truly contemplated seceding from the union.

And what about the President of the United States – Barack Obama? What the fu*k was that *****’s excuse? Yeah, I said it. The most famous person in the entire world died and he couldn’t even utter two words about it. Meanwhile, people cried rivers of tears throughout the world.

“Mr. President, you couldn’t recognize an American treasure? I thought you were the leader of the free world? He’s not coming back either dude, it was a now or never moment and you blew billions of us off. Whether you like him or you don’t is irrelevant. The relevancy lies in the fact that so many people cared about him and his contributions to the world. The fact that a multitude of other world leaders publicly recognized Michael Jackson’s passing; while you let your Press Secretary, Robert Gibbs, parrot some rather unflattering commentary that you made under what seemed like duress is an outrage. Not only did you fail to follow the most basic rule of PROTOCOL, you managed to break the whole code. Please turn in your badge at the front desk because you’re feeling real BET to me right now. Your Black is wack. Michael Jackson was my civil rights movement, but clearly you don't get it. Maybe you’re waiting for somebody more famous than Michael Jackson to die before you address your subjects, followers and constituency? Oh wait, there is no one more famous than Michael Jackson.” --WASET

For those who believe Obama didn’t have 10 or 20 seconds in his busy day to address the world in regards to the King of Pop, he was on CNN for 34 minutes the day after Mike died.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/06/26/AR2009062602257.html

I could write for hours about the President's disrespectful actions in the wake of Michael Jackson's untimely demise, but I was thinking of leaving room in cyberspace for all the people who are going to argue that he had better things to do than provide a 25 second blurb about the death of the most famous person in the world. On second thought, surely it would be Black people who would try to attack me for calling Obama out on his egregious faux pas. Yet, we all know that many of “us” don’t read articles with this many words in them anyway. Just in case though, if you made it this far and you know somebody who's gonna have beef here, you can Soulja Boy tell them that they don't have to read about Obama doing Mike wrong, I added pictures for their ease.

Off to watch the Cosby show…

WASET © 2009

Dummy of the Day

2009-06-24T22:54:00.000-07:00

So if you know me well, then you just might know that I hate the Los Angeles Lakers. Hasn’t always been that way, but it is that way now and will stay that way as far as I am concerned. But, enough about me… we are joined here today to talk about the Dummy of the Day.

The day: June 14, 2009
The Dummy: A Los Angeles Police Department Officer who we will call: “Aru”

I passed through the intersection of Slauson Avenue and Crenshaw Boulevard. Back in the day, Sunday nights on Crenshaw would be packed with young people cruising the strip of road between Rodeo Road and Florence Avenue in their Nissan Sentra’s and Mustang 5.0’s. Sadly, long gone are those fun days, so it caught me by surprise to see so many cars and so much hoopla going on up and down “the Shaw.” People were yelling, flying Lakers flags and most importantly, blowing their vehicle horns. I didn’t hear any gunshots or witness any unruly revelers, just people celebrating the victory of the team that I personally hate. I kept it pushing. I was headed to a friend’s house which was located 6.5 blocks from the intersection. When I arrived at my destination, I could still hear the various vehicle horns blaring from Crenshaw Blvd.

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Around the same time, what I didn’t yet know was, another friend of mine was being pulled over by an LAPD officer. My friend was riding in the passenger seat of her Camry while her friend drove the car. They were on their way to pick up a family member. They were in the far right lane, headed south, preparing to make a right turn on Slauson Avenue. As they approached Slauson they passed a clearly marked police car which was on their left. In the police car was officer “Aru.” My friend’s vehicle stopped behind several cars at the Crenshaw/Slauson light near the check cashing place. When the light turned green, the police car merged behind my friend’s vehicle, hit his lights and sirens and forced them to stop in the driving lane – thereby impeding traffic.

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Well, if it’s possible for me to make a long story short, I will try. Officer “Aru” pulled my friend’s car over and cited the driver for an apparent event of “unnecessary use of a horn.”

27001. (a) The driver of a motor vehicle when reasonably necessary
to insure safe operation shall give audible warning with his horn.
(b) The horn shall not otherwise be used, except as a theft alarm
system which operates as specified in Article 13 (commencing with
Section 28085) of this chapter.

The following would be my questioning of the officer at the LA Municipal Court (in my best Johnny Cochran voice}:

“Officer is your first name Aru? As in, are you f’ing serious? How is it that in a sea of cars and horns being blow at one time, YOU can tell which cars the sounds are emitting from? Oh yeah sure, I’ve heard of eyes in the back of one’s head, but I know that shit doesn’t exist. Now you want us to believe there are ears back there too?

Furthermore, you expect sensible people to believe that a teacher and a corporate professional woman are going to be blowing the hell out of a car horn right behind and/or alongside a police car, on Crenshaw Blvd? These are LA natives; they/we know how the beat goes down on Crenshaw! Or, should I say, how the beat down goes? Sure, there were a lot of people out there blowing horns that night. I saw and heard them myself. Nevertheless, you pulled over the Camry and actually wrote a ticket for something you claim to have heard with the ears behind your head? You claim to know that the Camry excessively blew its horn correct?

Wait, hold on! Perhaps you saw the driver of the Camry blowing the horn with the eyes in the back of your head? Was he blowing so ferociously with hand gestures such that it was obvious what he was doing? I find that hard to believe. Especially when if you look at Exhibit “A,” it is clear that a driver need only push down with one finger to blow a Toyota Camry’s horn.

Exhibit “A”:

Is it me or is the horn access well below the window line? No, don’t bother answering that one. It’s rhetorical!

Officer, is it true that there was a “zero tolerance” mandate on Crenshaw issued for that evening?

http://www.topix.com/forum/sports/T499L6CU41PMCLI25#comments

"As defined, a zero tolerance policy is: - any policy that allows no exception." If that is the case then there should be a record of hundreds, if not thousands of citations being issued by the LAPD for VC violations 27001(a.) and/or (b.) on the night of June 14, 2009 correct?

In fact, police should have been stopping people left and right. Right?

SIDEBAR: I wonder if a zero tolerance means different things for different people. For the Blacks on Crenshaw it meant no blowing horns…but what did it mean for the “people” who trashed the downtown area near the Staples Center while the police did nothing to stop it? Whoops, maybe it meant for the two Black people in the black Camry on Slauson and Crenshaw there is a zero tolerance policy - for anything and everything and well, nothing. Yeah, maybe that's what it means...hmmm?

Hey Coppers, somebody on the right has a horn…see it? It’s green.

What the F*** is the fire for?

So Officer, please direct yourself to the table in front of you. There you will find eight tape recorders. We shall push play and listen to a different type of vehicle horn on each tape. I will then ask you to identify which horn/sound you heard being emitted from the vehicle in question.

Everyone in the court gasps…and someone yells out “You got his a$$ now girl.”

Oh, by the way, the eighth tape has a recording of each of the seven horns on the previous tape superimposed on a loop so that all the horns are sounding at once. You know, similar to the way it was on the night in question.

You say it was easy to distinguish which cars were blowing their horns on the night in question? Oh, okay well, I will make it a point to come back to that topic in just a few moments...Sir.

We all know how this is gonna end so I will just skip to my closing paragraphs.

I wanna know what the hell was wrong with this Negro (Aru) that he pulled these people over. They weren’t out dippin’ in an Impala. They weren’t throwin’ up gang signs like SOME people (see photo above). And you wanna know what kills it; the officer told the driver that the driver was being an a$$hole when he questioned the officer on the validity of the citation.

Maybe instead of making this a “Dummy of the Day” piece, I should have called it an “I Wish A Nigga Would Moment,” cause the bailiff could sell tickets to my court date if I got a ticket like this. (Cue the music – Hall & Oats – “Maneater.”) And just in case you think I’m playing…I leave you with this bit of proof – Johnny Cochran style.

C L I C K T H I S L I N K:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SFooRp3uknU

The Drama Of Facebook

2009-06-10T21:21:00.000-07:00

Facebook. It’s like an ever evolving virtual yearbook. You play games, take really stupid quizzes, meet up with old friends and possibly make new friends – cool stuff! Yet, one thing facebook can also bring to a cpu, blackberry or iPhone near you, is drama.

I was somewhere recently and overhead a conversation about a woman who set up a fake facebook account to see if her boyfriend would hit on another woman. This chick created a fake email account, signed up on facebook and posted pictures of some hot chick in order to entice her boyfriend. Yeah of course he bit and of course she was mad – talking about, “how could he do that to me?” I felt it was best to stay out of the conversation, but I’m sure my eyes were looking at her screaming, you brought that ish on yourself fool! Drama.

At least that’s drama you can foresee. But what about the simple drama that facebook brings out in all but the most seasoned and emotionless of its flock?

You know exactly what I’m talking about! Silly emotions that you didn’t even know you had. Waiting to see if someone responded to your post. Saying “goodnight” on facebook because it has become such a part of you that you feel like you need to tell people when you are going to sleep. You can tell who cares by who says goodnight back. If no one says anything when you say goodnight, you can stop saying it. Just saying. I wouldn’t want you to sing in an empty club unless you’re just rehearsing.

And what about stuff like this…
You respond to your facebook friend’s status update and you see a comment already left by someone who is supposedly your friend too; although they aren’t on your facebook friends list. So you post a comment on your facebook friend’s list as you had planned, and you think in the back of your mind that the friend who is supposed to be your friend too will see your post and send you an add request.
Days go by and you don’t get a request from your friend. You begin to question the entire scenario.
a. Did they actually see my post directly below theirs on the status update?
b. Have they even logged on again after they posted their comment?
c. Are they mad at me?
d. Are they really my friend? Because surely if they are my friend then they would ask me to be their facebook friend…right?

Three more days go by.

In fact, you return to that status post to find that your “so-called friend” has posted again on your facebook friend’s status update from 5 days ago, and their new post is located 13 posts below yours and 14 posts below their post that you posted your comment under. (Stay with me.)

Now you’re like…
a. Did they read all the posts after their first post? If so then surely they saw me on facebook…right?
b. Maybe they didn’t read all the posts. But if they didn’t read them all, then how could they accurately comment on the issue?
c. Are they mad at me?
d. Should I post again in the chain? Not really cause I have nothing to say.
e. Should I send them a friend request now? Hell no, because they saw me.
f. But, are they saying the same thing I’m saying? (“I ain’t sending no friend request) thereby they are waiting for me to send them a friend request so they can accept?
g. Or, do they not want me on their page?
h. Is it because they aren’t really my friend?
i. Because I didn’t sleep with them?

You let it go, but see, it’s still drama.

Now the next time you see that person in person, you’re gonna give them the side eye and they probably won’t know why. But then again, if they didn’t send you a friend request, they probably don’t care. In fact, they probably did see you on facebook and didn’t add you-- on purpose – because you didn’t sleep with them. Case closed.

What about the tricky ways people blow you off on facebook? Oh don’t sit there and act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. Either it’s been done to you or you did it to someone else. One time I sent an add request to this guy I’ve known for probably oh about 30 years. I didn’t go looking for him or anything and we don’t “kick it,” but I saw him on someone else’s friends list and as a friendly gesture, I sent an add request. Well, he added me, but then took me off a few hours later—maybe thinking I wouldn’t notice. But check it out; if you have 17 friends and then you gain a friend, that friend becomes friend number 18. Then, 3 hours later, you only have 17 again; it shouldn’t be hard to tell that somebody dropped off. The funniest part of this is that the drama probably goes even deeper than it should. The person who added then deleted me is best friends with somebody I used to “kick it” with. Therefore, I’d bet a pair of Carl Lewis’ biker shorts that this virtual triangle, (which is really a radius) has something to do with that Tom Foolery. Nevertheless, if I see dude on the streets of Inglewood or something, I’m definitely going to give him the side eye. Not for any drama, but for messing up my facebook friends’ list average.

I never understood the slang word “hater.” I mean sure, I understand the meaning at face, but if someone says “I hate” something, that doesn’t mean they hate everything. Plus, the only person that isn’t a hater is a person who doesn’t hate anything. Why do I bring this up? Well, the term “hater” is sorely overused on facebook and the abuse of the word could potentially bring drama. The word hater should be banned from facebook the same way that the word “texture” should be banned from the Food Network. So just for the record, I hate zucchini, flies, earthquakes, snails, biker shorts and Kobe Bryant. Now no one calls me a “hater” for hating flies and biker shorts, but I am often labeled a hater for “hatin’ on Kobe.” Surely I take all of the banter in jest and can roll with the best of them when it comes to defending my position on pretty much anything, but, why zoom in on the Kobe thing? Is he like “un-hateable” or something? Do I have to like Kobe because you like Kobe? I think I am going to start a new slang word such as “liker.” Yep, I am a liker of Boyz II Men and Eddie Jones. So all you facebook haters, step off.

I haven’t figured out how bad the drama gets for married folks who have their own separate facebook pages. I can’t imagine having a spouse who would want me to share a facebook page, but I hear it happens.

Husband: “Let me log on baby, I wanna play mafia wars.”

Wife: “No, you wanna see that Bit*h! That’s what you wanna do. But she sent
a message when I was playing Sorority Life -- thinking you were
online. Oh, don’t worry, I told that bit*h that I would whip her like
she stole Kristie Alley’s last can of buttermilk biscuits if she didn’t stop
sending you messages.”

Husband: “It ain’t even like that.”

All I’m saying is, if you can’t have your own facebook page, maybe you should seriously re-evaluate your situation. Now, having said that, I know there are some baddies on these social sites doing some very bad things. It starts off innocently enough. You help somebody out on a mafia job, then they say “thank you” in a private message. They start looking at your pics and reading about the night you got drunk off that Cuevo with your girlfriends… Next thing you know, you’re at the Howard Johnson with a guy holding a bottle of Patron in his hand. Drama!

For the most part, people can avoid most of the drama by only adding family members, people that ask you first or people that you need for Mafia Wars purposes only. Don’t go searching for people you know you don’t need to find. Damn, that should be rule number one. I live by that one.

You just have to understanding what facebook really is. It is a tool that the government is using to find out your likes, your dislikes, your hates, your wishes, your top 5 favorite comedies (well really top 4 because they already know Friday is on everybody’s list), your Japanese name (men don’t need to do that survey—Cherry Blossom Hamachi), what causes you support, what teams you cheer for, who you voted for (Go Palin—ha), what your kid got on his last report card, what time you get up (because you log on) what time you go to bed (because you say goodnight facebook)... They already have your birth date and since you talk about your pit bull named Chauncey, they can probably figure out the password to your bank account too - if they do, more drama.

WASET © 2009

Things I know about, but don't understand...

2008-05-22T17:29:00.000-07:00

Why is it that when someone dies in the hood, people have a car wash? Is that the only way to raise money for a funeral?

Why don’t people just admit that most of the clothing you see on the runway in fashion shows is UGLY?

In about 95% of cases where Black people are interviewed for news broadcasts, at least one of those people being interviewed has at least one tooth missing. Is that indicative of a lack of dentists within the highlighted areas? Are 95% of Black people in these areas missing teeth? See this is why polls don’t work. If you took a poll of how many Negroes being interviewed have missing teeth, you might come to the conclusion that 95% of Black people have missing teeth.

http://video.knbc.com/player/?id=254567

What the f*ck is a gay marriage? I don’t even understand a marriage in general, so how am I supposed to understand a gay one? Unless, it just means a happy marriage. And I don’t know any of those either…

Did you notice in the video above that there were no Black workers working on those buildings -in Watts? Oh yeah, there was one – doing security. Now that is a problem that I do understand. If you explore this blog further, you will too.

WASET

Wanna Get Away?

2008-05-21T18:51:00.000-07:00

Well if you do, I suggest you don’t fly American Airlines. Those idiots just announced that they will be charging their passengers for all checked bags beginning with all tickets purchased after June 15, 2008.

“Stick em up seeee! This is a robbery seeee!” (You have to say that out loud and make that funny voice when you do it.)

I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of being fleeced, robbed and pilfered. Did you hear what I said? I said I’m tired of the larceny!

So American Airlines doesn’t want me to bring my bags on the plane for free eh? Well, that sounds like we should all fly Southwest and Jet Blue right? Oh, here’s a good one…how about we fly Virgin America? Still has the word America in it; and (for now) they aren’t gonna charge me to pack my underwear. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want those nimrods that work for the TSA rummaging through my drawers when they search the carry-on luggage. Victoria calls them $hits secrets for a reason - especially on the trip home. (Think about it and get back to me.)

Please stop and think people. The longer you allow these companies to pull stupidity like this, they will continue. An extra $15.00 for the first piece of luggage and $25.00 for each piece thereafter is ludicrous. Now Delta isn’t far behind, but at least they give you one checked bag for free. Still a rip-off, but that’s more like a burglary versus a home-invasion.

First they cut the free food and now this? I want my complimentary chicken or steak back. Well, maybe not the chicken cause there is something in the chicken that spells bad news for Black folks. I don’t know what it is, but I have some people investigating and I’ll get back to you on their findings. Nevertheless, I want my free eats after I just paid you $500 for a ride to Newark. Nah, maybe not Newark. I really like Baltimore - and NOT just because of The Wire. Well, kinda, but not just because of it...okay moving on.

It is up to us to stop the f*cking madness. BOYCOTT! And, while we’re at it, we should boycott all business establishments that make you pay for valet parking – tip included. If they want your business, they will find a place to put your vehicle. I’m blaming you dammit! You all are allowing the shenanigans to continue. If the restaurant Paco’s Neck Bones and Waffles makes you pay $6.50 to valet your car, honestly, you don’t need to eat there. (Notice I called it Paco’s cause he cooks everything in America these days – but, I digress.)

All WE have to do is go restaurant by restaurant, airlines by airlines and believe me, they will stop with the hoodwinking. You’re probably wondering why I’m writing this even though you think that I know my efforts are futile. Well, I do know that, kinda, but I just want to have it written somewhere so I can meet you in the afterlife and tell you, “See, I was right…”

Yeah sure, it’s a catch twenty two. If you boycott American Airlines and then they say they are going under, they will just be bought up by United so the train that headed down the track of an airline monopoly will pick up steam. At least if you boycott though, you can get a little satisfaction in the meantime.

Even with the extra $15.00 for even the first checked bag, American Airlines still says it needs to layoff 12 percent of its workforce. I wonder if they are factoring in the baggage handlers and skycaps that will lose their jobs when people stop checking their bags. Or, are they just an added bonus bunch to be laid off? (You know n-e-grows will start wearing 3 days worth of clothes at once to keep from checking a bag.) Hey, this is aimed at ya peeps so take heed. You know that WE are the skycaps and the baggage handlers of America. We got those jobs down to a science like doing security. But have no fear, pretty soon all of those jobs will require you to speak Spanish and we’ll be out like Project Runway.

Speaking of the runway, American Airlines also plans to cut routes and retire or “park” some of their airplanes at a desert storage facility. Ummm, excuse me but, when you “park” an airplane in the desert, is it safe to just start that b*tch up again and go flying? Do you replace the carburetors and stuff before you welcome me aboard?

I …. Must …. Stop ….writing now….I am starting to hear voices….
What are the voices saying you ask? Well, in betwixt the clanking chains I am also hearing, the voices are telling me to BOYCOTT!!!!!!!!!!

The End Of My Rope (part one)

2008-05-20T22:06:00.000-07:00

I’ve decided that I’m done. I’m spent. I am through.

I am officially depleted.

I don’t know, maybe it’s because it’s been so long since I’ve blogged. Maybe it’s because I’ve watched one too many “Flavor of whatever fool the white folks who run $hit have decided to give a reality show to.” Perhaps it’s because gas is more than four dollars per gallon. I’m really not sure what has sent me over the edge; but I’m there. I am actually over the edge. I’m hanging on by my fingertips on a hot day wishing I hadn’t used lotion on my hands, because I’m slipping. I am slipping into an abyss of I don’t give a f*ck no more and you can’t make me.

I’m sick.
I’m sick of a whole bunch of $hit!
Don't believe me? Well here...I’ll give you part of my little list in case you think I’m writing this for my health:

I’m sick of hearing about celebrity weddings or anything else “celebrity.”
I don’t celebrate these people.

I don’t give a damn about Mariah Carey and Nick Cannon getting married and having a reception at Magic Mountain. So f’ing what! All I want to know about Magic Mountain is if they still sell those funnel cakes with the strawberry syrup drizzled on them in abundance and then sprinkled with powdered sugar? Anyone care to drop dime on that piece of information? Nor, does my craw tickle to know about Jay-Z and Beyonce, Brad and Angelina or Tom Cruise and his robot/beard wife Katie Holmes. Married, shacking up, gay; I DON’T CARE!

Funny, but I think the feeling is quite mutual.

I don’t care the Suge Knight got knocked out. So what? It was bound to happen. Bullies can’t win all the time. It was the natural progression of things. Move on people, move on.

I’m sick of little bastards like Latarian Milton. He’s the little f’er that beat up his grandmother inside Wal-Mart. Talk about a roll back. You can click the link below to read more, but in essence, the little piece of caca wanted some chicken wings at Wal-Mart, and when grandma didn’t pay for them, he commenced to open a can of whoop ass on her.

http://www.wpbf.com/news/16255951/detail.html?rss=wpb&psp=news#

I keep telling you nigarolls that the man is putting something in the chicken, but y'all wanna keep supporting the Colonel. See how the chicken be calling people? Even little 7-year-olds.

Is it only me? Am I the only the only one who sees how far we have fallen as a people? See, my first thought was that had I been in that Wal-Mart store and seen that mess, I would have pulled his rabid ass off granny and stole on that little sucker myself. Then, some debbiedoogooder would have called the police from her Nokia and told them I was beating up a little kid. You see how this dumb $hit works? I would have been arrested for beating up the little bastard that was beating up his granny. Ridiculous. Does anyone have a vicodin? $hit!

Memorialize This (Conmemore Esto)

2007-05-28T11:32:00.001-07:00

A funny thing happened on the way to my mailbox the other day. For a split second, I expected to find a check when I lifted the squeaky black lid and dug my hand inside. Yep, I imagined that I would stick my hand in the box and out would come a check from the United States Department of Reparations. Not to be greedy, but I was thinking that my check would be about $75,000 after taxes. I know… I know…that’s not much when you consider that black people built the United States, but since I’m so far removed from the actual bricklaying and cotton picking, $75,000 seemed like a good compromise.

Needless to say, there was no check when I went to the mailbox. However, there was a bright colorful flyer in my mailbox from the cable company trying to sell me something. The problem was, the motherfucking flyer was in Spanish. Talk about incensed. Everywhere I go these days, I have to rifle through menus, detergent bottles, billboards, deposit slips and a whole bunch of other shit written in Spanish because the United States has become he world's largest catering business. That’s right, your government has sold you out to the likes of the huge corporations that didn’t get enough by outsourcing your jobs overseas. Nope, they had to import people at such a feverish pace that they didn’t care if laws were broken or if your rights as citizens of this nation were impaled. Illegal aliens are now served. God Bless America!

Speaking of that deposit slip, (click photo to enlarge) wouldn't a fucking bank of all places have enough money to print two separate slips instead of pissing me off? I can't be the only one bothered by these shenanigans, but since the blacks I know remain mute, here I am again putting the team on my back. I'm gonna have Kyphosis (hunchback) by the time I'm 40 from carrying you.

By now you’re probably thinking, who is really writing this article and what have they done with WASET? Well, I can assure you folks, it’s the same me you knew before, only angrier. I’m angry because I belong to a race that is chock full of idiots. Ok, hold your fire. If you’re not an idiot, we’ll try to sort that out later. If you are an idiot, it’s not like you are alone, so chill out.

Now in writing this, I'm not only upset that I'm spending my Memorial Day holed up in front of my PC, but I'm also unsettled because I have given you a year to think about how illegal immigration and amnesty is going to harm you Negroes and still you have yet to pick up a picket sign or make one phone call to your Congressional bleeders... I mean leaders. (For those of you who have done something, you know I wasn't directing those comments at the 4 of you.) Have you even read the latest proposed Amnesty bill that Bush and the rest of the crackhead illiterates in Washington have said is "not Amnesty?" Oh, how about this, have you at least read an article that gives you a synopsis of the latest proposed Amnesty bill that Bush and the rest of the crackhead illiterates in Washington have said is "not Amnesty?" Do you have any idea how the passing of such a bill will affect you and your children? Turn off the fucking BET and research your future. Por Favor!

And just in case you missed last year's illegal immigration truth telling session by yours truly, click here and scroll down...it's easy. Try it.

While You're Watching Flavor of Love and BET...

2007-05-27T12:39:00.000-07:00

Wanna See How Far We've Fallen As A People?

2007-05-26T18:38:00.000-07:00

Ladies & Gentlemen, I give you...Pretty Ricky!

I'm willing to put money down that these dudes have served more "hot dogs" than Coney Island. In my humble opinion of course...

The Last Supper

2007-03-08T23:27:00.000-08:00

I know I'm not the only one who will find this next link interesting, but maybe a bit twisted. Click the link to see the last meal requests of some of the worst criminals Texas has put to death.

http://www.thememoryhole.org/deaths/texas-final-meals.htm

One thing I do wonder though is why these death row inmates ( rapists, kidnappers and drive-by shooters) are given their choice of a last meal. Do the starving children of the world get to have a T-bone steak and grits before they die?

From the "WHY LORD, WHY?" Files

2007-03-08T22:24:00.000-08:00

March 6th was Election Day in some parts of the world, but I'm sure many of you didn't vote. Okay, this time I will admit, I didn't vote either; but probably not for the same reasons your lazy arses didn't hit the polls.

No, I didn't vote because the day before I was scheduled to go and cast my ballot, I received the following Negro solicitation in the mail:

For a brief moment to several of the same, I was puzzled and perplexed by the severity of the wrong depicted in that photo. If you don't live in Los Angeles you probably don't know or don't care that the former Los Angeles Police Chief, Bernard Parks, is now a City Councilman. Now I believe Mr. Parks is all kinds of wrong for many of the things he did as Chief of Police and also for many of the things he has done since dummies voted him into the City Council. Nevertheless, some of the things he's done in the past, pail in comparison to him taking this portrait of a masterpiece.

Go on, take a closer look and be dazzled. The lady pictured on the immediate left of Mr. Parks appears to be well put together. But that's where my compliments must stop. There's a guy in the back on the left side that looks like he's on his way home from robbing a credit union. The lady to the far left in the pink has something hanging out of her pocket. Could be keys, could be a crack pipe, it's just to early to tell. I'm really mad that they had the elderly lady on the right pose in that "outfit". I really don't have the right words to say about that situation except to say that the $5 dollars they paid her to take the picture certainly wadden worth it. Yeah, I said, "wadden." I'm also somewhat confused that there is only one Mexican in the picture. If you live in LA, you know what I mean.

And so finally...we come to the point of no return. The leather and raccoon fur ensemble and the woman who said "fuc* it" and put it on her person. I don't know if you can see her shoes, but in case you can't, can I tell you that I think the heels on her chanclas (zapatos) [shoes] are see-through. Or maybe it's just the way the sun beams off man-made leather.

I wonder if the women in this photo noticed that the guy in the red was stealing their purses. Hmmm, well I guess they found out when he wasn't in the last frame they took and neither were their Wendy bags. Oh, you thought I meant Fendi? Yeah, okay.

Why Lord, Why?

NBA All Star Weekend - B.K.A. Baffoon Central

2007-02-24T23:10:00.001-08:00

If you’re familiar with the Mel Gibson - Julia Roberts movie, Conspiracy Theory, then you may recall that during the film, Mel’s character has the incessant urge to buy copies of the famed novel, Catcher In The Rye. Gibson’s character, Jerry Fletcher, tells Robert’s character, Alice, that the book makes him feel normal. Oh what I would have given for a copy of Catcher In The Rye, or at least the latest Boyz II Men CD (The Remedy) during the 2007 NBA All Star Weekend in Las Vegas.

To use the word “ghetto” really just minimizes the spectacle that I ponder had to put Negroes and Black folks alike back about 100 years. I truly felt for all of the Tibetan Yak’s and Shetland ponies that had to give up their tails and manes (probably at gunpoint), so that the homegirls who ditched their probation appearances could rock their cheap and moisture starved weaves on the strip. If all the lights had gone out in Vegas, it probably would have been an improvement. Even God didn’t want to see the vast abundance of weaves, thieves and other assorted flavors of red hot fools that made their way to Sin City for the All Star festivities.

Maybe I’m just old? Okay, I’ll even give you that one; I’m old! But, be that as it may, I don’t think my age has anything to do with why I was embarrassed for about 86% of the Negroes who brought their broke-asses to Nevada. I knew it was going to bad, I just didn’t know how much gross negligence I would find myself surrounded by. I mean, I didn’t know fishnets and leg warmers were back in style? I honestly had not heard that it’s okay to wear shorts that allow loose flesh to ooze out from betwixt ashy crotches like Colgate toothpaste that’s been sitting on a hot stove. Damned if I didn’t see more tattooed titterlings and rusty ass cracks than I care to continue to discuss. From the time I arrived, I mistook All Star Weekend for the All Hoes Convene conference.

Fact: We are born with eyebrows for a reason. There is no reason to shave them off and then paint them back on. No reason at all!

So I guess it’s official - Negroes love basketball. I would say that niggas love basketball, but for some reason that I don’t yet understand, niggas act like they don’t hear me when I call them by their real name, so I usually trick them by calling them Negro so they will turn around and say “Hunh?”

Sure, there were some self-respecting ladies and gentlemen who came to All Star Weekend looking for fun in the wintry desert sun; only to find themselves constantly looking over their shoulders for purse snatchers, pickpockets and drive-by shooters. I felt for those folks. Hell, I felt for me. Las Vegas Boulevard was the main drag, and from all appearances, it looked like various rocks and boulders had been moved aside from unspecified locations and out crawled a sea full of niggas from the earth’s core – all headed for the crap tables at the Imperial Palace and the MGM Grand. It was a sad sight.

Regular, non-assuming women such as myself were completely outnumbered and out paroled by what seemed like hundreds upon hundreds of females who looked like crack rocks and penicillin were in their recent past or close future. I guess it really does take a nation of hoes to hold classy women back. But hold us back from what you may wonder…? Absolutely N-O-T-H-I-N-G! Women in the market for crips, or bloods, pimps and vicelords were definitely in the right place. Yet women who just came for the parties, cheap drinks and atmosphere were severely disappointed. Yep, it was a gangster nation. And who the hell wrote the memo that said those long white t-shirts were appealing and/or appropriate for use outside of the house or cell block? That’s why they call them undershirts right?

I thought I had found my way to safety inside the NBA official venue at the Mandalay Bay hotel, only to find out when I got home that my friend who bought souvenirs from the NBA store had been ripped off for over $1000 dollars on her ATM debit card. I knew I didn’t want no damn All Star t-shirt and I’m glad I followed my first mind and kept my wallet shut. Good thing Washington Mutual Bank has fraud protection. (Excuse me while I retreat to check my Discover card for unauthorized purchases.)

I probably should have known I was in for some sh*t because before I could leave Los Angeles to fly to Vegas, I was virtually strip-searched by some lady named Towanda. She eventually said that the sensors were blaring because my DKNY pants had studs around the pockets, but I think that b*tch is on Bush and Condoleezza’s payroll. She didn’t have to feel me up like that. That sh*t wadden right. Yeah, I said “wadden.” When I get some free time I’m thinking I should just sue the government on behalf of everyone that has to go through that stupid sh*t at the airport every time they need to fly. When I saw those “homeland security representatives” make an 80-year-old man take his prosthetic leg off, I knew we had all entered the chronicles of Bush-arnia. No privacy, no dignity. Just 200 Southwest Airlines passengers looking at me spread-eagled with my boots off - forced to let Towanda waive her magic wand around my private parts if I wanted to fly to Vegas for some bullsh*t.

I say to all my old chaps and lasses that you know you have entered the chamber of niggerdome when cab drivers won’t pick you up off the Vegas strip or enter the driveway of your hotel. Word about niggas travels faster than word about anybody else in the world. Shootings at liquor stores, strip clubs and the MGM Grand parking lot fueled the flames of foolishness; and there I was, smack dab in the middle of what felt like Chicago’s infamous Robert Taylor Homes.

Now I’ve been to Vegas on myriad occasions, but never once during my past visits was I disturbed by the shouts of “hooty hooooooooooo” and “where my sluts at” from various hotel balconies. One man (I’m being nice by calling him that) even went so far as to shout from his balcony the first 22 bars of Too Short’s Don’t Fight The Feeling rap song at about 2 am on Saturday night. I can still hear his weed and cheap booze soaked voice wailing, “Say hoe, yeah you. Can I ask you a question…?” Hell, my question is, why didn't he just call a real hoe? Vegas is full of them and then the rest of us could have gotten some sleep.

Could it get any worse I asked myself? Well, the MGM Grand ran out of Hennessy if that answers that question. Niggas were beside themselves over the Hen disaster. I mean, even I know that if you expect a whole bunch of Negroes at your place that you stock up on the Hen dog. Now before you start writing in that I’m being harsh, I will admit that I did not personally witness any of the shootings and fights, but I did witness a whole bunch of buffoons who didn’t want to tip and didn’t want to wash the weed smell out of their clothing before they joined the rest of us humans on the casino floors. Thank goodness Anthony Anderson had pity on me when I got to Vegas and showed me his nipples in the middle of the Las Vegas airport’s baggage claim area. I thank him for that, because his exhibition prepared me for what was to come. I’m convinced that the sight of his dusky brown erogenous zones prevented me from eventually asking to be sold back into slavery early, you know, to beat the rush.

You think I’m playing? That’s where we’re headed folks, SLAVERY, and Barack Obama can’t save us from ourselves.

I Implore YOU.

2006-09-10T12:38:00.000-07:00

I like to know what people are into and what people like. Not because I intend to conform with the masses, (I don’t) but because the knowledge is important all the same. What I’ve seen and heard far too often than I can truly believe is that many Black folks in particular say that their favorite show is The Soprano’s on HBO. Sure, I like that show too, but I find it really difficult to fathom that Black people like The Soprano’s more than HBO’s best series, The Wire. With a 70% Black cast, The Wire is unveiling, unapologetic, hilariously funny, extremely saddening and wholeheartedly fulfilling. It’s like oatmeal. It sticks to your ribs.

Tonight at 10pm on HBO, The Wire premieres its 4^th dynamic season. Yet, the show finds itself in peril of not being able to completely wrap itself appropriately with a 5^th season, because frankly, people either don’t know about it or they haven’t been brave or smart enough to embrace it. Now that may sound harsh, but serious times call for serious measures. I could write pages and pages of text about this show, (and I will) however all those pages will only boil down to what I am really trying to convey. Watch this show, give it 3 episodes and you will come back and thank me for the nudge. I implore you.

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New viewers can view previous seasons On Demand, through Netflicks or Blockbuster or you can purchase all three past seasons on www.amazon.com. Also, check out the show’s home page here: http://www.hbo.com/thewire

You think I am the only one who thinks this is the best serial show ever created for television? Think again…

‘The Wire’ aims higher: TV’s finest hour is back - KANSAS CITY STAR

“This is TV as great modern literature, a shattering and heartbreaking urban epic about a city (Baltimore) rotting from within.” - TV GUIDE

“A critic for this paper once declared "The Wire" "the greatest dramatic series ever produced for television" and as the fourth season gets under way Sunday night, there's no reason to quibble with that assessment.” - NEWSDAY

“Few series in the history of television have explored the plight of inner-city African Americans and none -- not one -- has done it as well….

An after-school special this ain't.

There is a crushing sense of failure at all turns in "The Wire," but that has never, in three seasons, been as disheartening as it might sound. That's because Simon has ratcheted down the age range of where hope meets reality. And at that intersection, we meet a whole new batch of kids on "The Wire." Emphasis on kids. Simon catches them at a crossroads, their innocence still intact despite it all. Their vulnerability exposed. Season 4 follows the lives of a band of grade-school kids who will find out sooner than they should that their world begins and ends at the corner.

It's not Simon who should worry that people won't watch his show because it's difficult. It's viewers who should worry that they are missing the absolute best of what television has to offer merely because it requires effort.” - SAN FRANCISCO CHRONICLE

“If you have only one hour a week for television, give it to “The Wire.” - CHICAGO TRIBUNE

“It's time to get 'Wire'-d - after all, it's the best show on TV”- PHILADELPHIA DAILY NEWS

“And you'll want more of "The Wire." Simon and his producers had to fight hard to get this fourth season out of HBO, and ended it with an ambiguity that makes a fifth season necessary. HBO hasn't given the go-ahead yet, waiting to see how this season fares in the ratings.

If you care about keeping great television on the air, give "The Wire" the chance it deserves. Lose this series, and we're all the poorer for it.

WATCH IT” - SEATTLE POST-INTELLEGENCER

“Brilliant, scathing, sprawling, The Wire has turned our indifference to urban decay into a TV achievement of the highest order.” - USA TODAY

“When television history is written, little else will rival "The Wire," a series of such extraordinary depth and ambition that it is, perhaps inevitably, savored only by an appreciative few. Layering each season upon the previous ones, creator David Simon conveys the decaying infrastructure of his hometown Baltimore in searing and sobering fashion -- constructing a show that's surely as impenetrable to the uninitiated as it is intoxicating to the faithful. In its fourth year, the program adds the school system to cops, drugs, unions, the ailing middle class, and big-city politics. Prepare to be depressed and dazzled.” - VARIETY

“The best series on TV, period.” - ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY

“PAY close attention.

It's the only way to get the most out of watching the new fourth season of "The Wire," which happens to be one of the finest TV shows ever made, but nevertheless requires that you concentrate.

Unlike most run-of-the-mill TV shows, "The Wire" contains too many characters and storylines for your mind to wander.” - NEW YORK POST

“The mystery that propels the season is that in the midst of a full-force drug war, there are no bodies so far. The opening scene on tonight’s episode, in which a coldblooded street urchin buys a nail gun at a Home Depot-like store, is a wonder: a chilling exchange between a salesman and a customer about shooting nails. It’s also our first clue. “The Wire” is a beautiful, brave series. This is its best season yet.” - THE NEW YORK TIMES

“For me, television could go away forever, as long as on Sunday nights, it returns to show The Wire. This show is the greatest serial program (Roots was a mini-series) ever made in the history of television and I tell everyone I know and everyone I meet that very same thing.” - WASET

PREVIEW SEASON 4 OF THE WIRE - JUST CLICK.

2006-09-01T20:32:00.000-07:00

The "N" Word

2006-08-13T14:26:00.000-07:00

Somebody asked me about the “N” word
I said yeah, we still got niggas around here.
Word!
Somebody else told me not to say the word nigga
Just let it go
I suppose I would if I could
But there are still too many niggas out there that I know.
And they’re proud of it.
So I’ll stop saying it
When they stop playin’ it.
I’m a call as spade a spade
I’m a call the kettle black
I’ll stop calling niggas “niggas”
The same day niggas become Black and learn how the fuck to act

Cause see a word is just that
A word
Actions, not names must be changed
In order for change be heard
You think if we stop saying “ho” that ho's will go away
I saw some ho's when I got off the freeway in LA the other day
And, I saw about 5 ho's on my way to Grandma’s house just today
Clearly ho's like their job and they are here to stay
So basically until all niggas go away
The word nigga will live to see the next day
But did you ever think like maybe:
We wouldn’t need the word nigga no more
If the last nigga left and somebody ran behind him and locked the door
But niggas are like roaches
and they can come up through the floor
Now don’t trip cause although niggas come in all races, shapes and hues
The Negro ones I see on the daily are the ones looking like the biggest fools
With these niggas, you can’t eyeball ‘em
And you bet’not touch their “ice” or step on their tennis shoes
Ignorance goes together with niggas
Like police cars went with Hill Street Blues

This world is bigger than Black
What?
You think I don’t know that
But this world was started by Black
So no I won’t step the fuck back
I keeps it real Real
And I’m a let you know the real deal
Cause life is about real shit
You don’t need to get rid of the word nigga
You need to get rid of the nigga mentality
And that’s real spit.
I really don’t know “what it do”
But, I see exactly what it don’t
I expose niggas cause they’re on some real stupid shit
Beckoning me to join them
But I won’t.
And so often alone it seems, I rhyme about real Black issues
Cause Kleenex is running out of tissues
Too many Black mothers mourning
Too many Black men jobless
Cause they’re too lazy to get up in the morning
Yeah I said it.
Lazy niggas
Get some glasses cause your vision is hazy niggas.
All this shit is making me crazy niggas.
AND
I’m tired of all the excuses a la
“Oh, the white man did it”
Yeah, we already know
But you’re responsible for your own education
So go find a book and LOOK IN IT

Until this lame ass retarded mentality is put to rest
Not saying the word nigga is pretty much fruitless
Even if we called them something else
Without a serious mentally switch, who exactly would they be
I don’t know who to you
But they would still be niggas to me
Worrying about a word is wasting time
We should be worrying about all the niggas out committing crime
Pony up, but get off your high horse
Fuck the word nigga
If we really want to get rid of our problems
We’ll need to abolish the source.

Who should have played Tubbs?

2006-07-26T00:25:00.000-07:00

I must say that I really like Jamie Foxx as an actor. However, I LOVED Philip Michael Thomas - the original token black guy on Miami Vice. As such, I wonder if Director, Michael Mann searched far and wide enough before he selected Jamie Foxx to play Ricardo Tubbs in the big screen version.

I even did some screen tests with this guy. What do you think?

I hear this guy can box too!

Waset Clothing Co. - Preview Sale Happening NOW!

Waset Clothing Co. Preview Launch

2006-07-17T19:34:00.000-07:00

Because we should have overcome
a long time ago.

But, you already knew that.

www.wasetclothingco.com

NBA Finals - Notes

2006-06-20T21:49:00.000-07:00

Some observations. This won't take but a few ticks...

Although I like the first three peeps on the list, the last two on the list made me hate it that Miami won. I don't think ni**alicious behavior should be rewarded.

"Flash" - The HOTTEST player in the NBA.

"Zo" - cool dude, been through a lot - deserved a ring.

"Riles" - Greatest NBA coach.

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Gary Payton - Punk a$$ N**** (deserves nothing) - shut your piehole, take your ring and disappear off my T.V. Screen. And, invest in some Crest Whitestrips because I don't think those were supposed to be gold teeth showing during your interviews.

Shaq O'Neal - El Grande PUNK A$$ N**** (deserves nothing) - The nerve of Shaq to strong arm Eddie Jones off every team they are on together. Make a free throw you big bi**h and then grow a f'ing personality. As big as Shaq is, it's too bad he wasn't blessed where it counts. My sources say them size 24's lie. No wonder he has to pay for it.

!!!!!!!Go Grizzlies!!!!!!

New Edition Kept It HOT Tonight!!!

2006-05-21T23:58:00.000-07:00

The New Edition concert I attended tonight was super spectacular. I'm too tired to provide a full review, but I just want to say that what I saw tonight was real music. All this bull'ish' that is out now needs to be shut down. I don't need to hear ignorance set to music, I really don't! I've been down with New Edition since day one and since I've seen the future (Nelly, Lil Jon, Ying Yang Idiots) I'm sticking with the real deal. If you haven't listened to your NE records in a while, dig them out of the crates and listen - it's like riding a bike. Once you hear Cool It Now, you'll remember the greatness that is, Ralph, Ronnie, Bobby (Johnny), Ricky & Mike.

Free Biscuits & Gravy

2006-05-21T00:47:00.000-07:00

“Ol’ man say there’s a farm bout 2-3 miles from here. Said uh… there’s a lady over there give him biscuits and gravy. She said if he bring his friend, she feed him too.”

Denzel Washington as Tripp in Glory

You think that’s the word in Mexico? That there’s a dumb bitch named America that will give you biscuits and gravy if you can get to her farm? What a stupid whore she would have to be to feed somebody else’s children before she feeds her own? I don’t know if you can tell, but I’m angry. And no, I’m not an “angry Black woman;” I’m a Black woman that’s angry. Simple as that! You might however find surprise at who I’m most angry with. While the powers that be (the White men in charge) find themselves running a close second, I’m actually angry with my own people. Oh, of course not you Black people. I’m talking about the niggas and Negroes that encircle us and seemingly cloud our Black judgment. Now this would be a good time to leave the room if you think you can’t handle what I’m about to drop.

U see them niggas run...? That’s exactly what I’m talking about.

The issue of illegal immigration has really become a hotbed issue in the last few months. There are myriad reasons why this is so, but I won’t bore you with those details because the reality of the matter is, the details don’t matter as much as the outcome. Blacks were screwed long before the nation noticed we had a problem with people sneaking across the border. To all my Mexican and Central American homies that are in the United States illegally, you should not take what I say personally. I would say the same thing to the Canadians if they were coming here illegally and speaking French at the Burger King drive-thru. You see the problem is not who is here, (I don’t care where anybody illegally “immigrated” from) I care about how many people have done it, and how many will do it today, tomorrow and the next day. I care how many are here, utilizing resources that should be set-aside for citizens. Furthermore, I care about how the U.S. government has failed its citizens while trying to hand out the great American sleepover. But above all else, I care about how Negroes have failed themselves.

I would cautiously assume that pretty much everyone has seen the film Titanic. Yes niggas, I know you saw it on bootleg video or DVD cause that’s how you do. Well, the issue of illegal immigration in America is akin to the real story of the Titanic in that:

a. A whole bunch of people are headed to the same place on a boat. The rich and White are treated grandly, while others are treated like second-class citizens or even steerage. African people know all too much about being steerage. It’s a wonder they didn’t try to make luggage out of our skin after they worked us to death. Cut to slavery: “Mah Daddy had this black bag made out of a nigger name Bartholomew.” Oh God!

b. Now the Titanic boat is the largest and grandest of all the ships of her day. “Unsinkable” is the term they use to describe her. Like America - right?

c. All is well until the captain (guess who) gets greedy and speeds up the ship. He tries to rush across the icy ocean instead of listening to the ship’s builder who advises the Captain to slow down. The Captain also fails to heed the warnings from other Captains traveling along the same hazardous path. “Don’t invade Iraq you idiot!”

d. Fuck! The Titanic’s lookout spots an “iceberg, right ahead.” But, it is too late and the liner’s starboard side slams into the frigid boulder of destruction. War on Terror…

e. Uh oh. Not enough lifeboats. Greedy ass ship owner (guess who) felt that lifeboats would take up too much deck space. Is that why America Online moved functions to Bangalore, India? American salaries took up too much check space?

f. Now you’ve got twice as many people as you have lifeboats. If you overload the lifeboats they too will sink. If you don’t put enough people in the lifeboats, more people will go down with the ship. Wise up my dear Negroes. You are steerage and there is no lifeboat for you. You are going down with the ship if you do not act. Now!

For some reason, colored folks just can’t seem to do anything in a timely fashion. I know this because I too suffer from the lateness affliction (to a degree) and that’s why I can speak on it. What’s worse, niggas have taken it upon themselves to decide that stupid is the new smart. A nigga will go to the snow without a jacket. A nigga will buy weed before the light bill gets paid. Oh I can’t go on because this is painful. Why can’t niggas and colored folks think ahead? The Baker on the Titanic knew the ship was going down hard. He grabbed some cooking sherry and ran to the boat deck. He couldn’t get into a lifeboat so he ended up in the water. But, before he found himself sloshing around the deep and freezing water, he drank the sherry. Guess what? He was one of only a few people pulled from the water alive.

In between hot comb appointments, Al Sharpton went ahead and wrote this article on immigration. Personally, I thought all the hoopla was about “ILLEGAL” immigration, but click the link to find out if brother Al is buying weed or stocking up on cooking sherry.

http://www.nydailynews.com/news/ideas_opinions/story/416195p-351647c.html

“Nigga is you an old man or an old woman? I forget!"

Tripp

I wish I had some cooking sherry right now. I would drink down the whole bottle like it was Ripple. I do have some Zinfandel on the wine rack and this mess is so depressing that I think I’m about due for a swig right out of the bottle. Hey, remember this movie?

I know, I know, most of us would like to forget Arnold Schwarzenegger, but do you remember what he said in this film? My friends, he said: “You've just been erased.” Well Mr. & Mrs. Negro, you are being erased as we speak. I can’t really say what the final straw was that broke the Black back. I don’t think it was Tiger Woods’ great golf since he said he was cablinasian and that indicates Caucasian first. I would say it was when my hero Johnny Cochran won the trial for OJ, but that wasn’t that long ago and this plan has been in plot mode for decades. Maybe it was when one of you Negroes purchased the 1 millionth Cadillac or Mercedes Benz that things went over the top? Could have happened because of all those riots, or because of the mere existence of the Black Panther Party? I wonder if it was when Madonna put a Black Jesus in her Like a Prayer video? I don’t know, but whatever it was, one of us pissed the White man off so bad that he wants us gone. He wants us Erased. Sunk like a Battleship. Dead like good rap music. Shut down like a Black business. Hidden like our leaders. Forced into early retirement with little to no pension. Departed like the dearly. You ask am I finished yet? Humph, not nearly.

Coming Next: Part IV of IV – only by WASET

New Orleans Re-Elects Chocolate Mayor

2006-05-20T21:01:00.000-07:00

Congratulations are in order to New Orleans Mayor C. Ray Nagin who was re-elected in an extremely close race.

Dear Mayor,

Please stay away from all small planes and open windows. I am sure the Bush Administration DID NOT want your black ass back in office. Way to go!!! Now please go ahead and make New Orleans chocolate again (minus the criminals and looters) so I can come back to Bourbon Street and get my party on. If you need back up, call me.

WASET

P.S. You need to ensure that citizens and residents of New Orleans are rebuilding the city. You know what I'm talking about. Holla Black! And by the way, I got your picture from CNN because Fox News had a really small picture of you in the corner of their front page and a big photo of a horse's ass front and center. Like I said Mayor, just be careful - Fox News doesn't care about Black people either.

It's Cool Right?

2006-05-17T23:11:00.000-07:00

Unh… huff …pant, pant…whew! Oh my God. Damn! Hey ya’ll. I thought I was alone. I hope I can trust you to keep what I’m about to tell you real close. I just robbed a bank. I know that sounds crazy, but I did it. I went in just before closing time and gave the teller a note. I told her, “no die packs and no plant money bitch, but gimme everything else in the drawer.” Looking back now, it was relatively easy. I didn’t even hafta hurt nobody. I don’t know why robbing is against the law. Damn! I’m still trippin’. I can’t believe I got away. I know that teller pushed the silent alarm, but I ran up out of that bank. I didn’t need a getaway driver either because I parked right next to the front door - in the blue handicapped space. They say you can get a $300 ticket because it’s illegal to park there.Oh well! I don’t care. Lots of things are illegal, but apparently they are forgivable these days so I should take advantage of it. As a matter of fact, I’m thinking about forgiving the white man for slavery. Hold up! Don’t get disjointed, I said I’m “thinking about it.” I’ll make my decision right after I go sell a few Jumbos of crack. Now that illegal is the new legal, I should get away with that too.

Out With The Old, In With The New!

2006-05-13T09:04:00.000-07:00

“Get mad if you want, I won’t front…”
Too Short

The New Ni66a

Well, it happened. May 1st - (better known as Illegal Immigrant Demand Day) came and went with what appeared to be several hundred thousand people protesting in the streets of America in support of illegal immigration. Confusing? Yeah, I know it is, but be strong.

What really baffles me though is how people who aren’t even supposed to be here in the first place can have the audacity to start demanding shit from the people who are supposed to be here. Word on the street has it that some people at the protests were even spotted wearing shirts that said: “I’m Illegal, So What?” So what? You said it yourself - you’re illegal! Presumably, the issue is not that cut and dry, but before I delve deeper into the situation, let me point out a few positive things that came out of the May 1st day of protest.

1. There was a lot less traffic on the way to the office!

2. Black people finally got to work on time.

3. At the mall for lunch, I sampled just how few Black people had jobs. I counted seven (7).

4. Black students finally got some attention from their teachers – in English.

5. A Black person cooked my food at the soul food place I went to for dinner.

So after the release of part I of this expose, certain people began to go on and on and on about how I sound like a Republican on this issue and blabaty, blabaty blah. The same people who want to disenfranchise my view of the situation have also decided to express that they feel this issue of illegal immigration is no different from the civil rights movement of the 1950’s and 1960’s. Here’s a quote by some guy at the march in Rockford, IL.

“We as black people have faced unjust laws just like the Mexican community,” said Jeremiah Muhammad, 33, a member of the Nation of Islam. “They can’t divide the families. I can definitely sympathize with that because we as black people lived through the same things. I feel an obligation to stand with them.”

'Muhammad and others fear that if undocumented workers are to be classified as felons, as called for in a U.S. House proposal, families will be broken up as illegal mothers and father are jailed and possibly sent back to their country of origin while their children U.S. citizens by birth, stay stateside.'

What in Sam’s hill is he talking about? I think Jeremiah is worried about the wrong shit if you ask me. The black family unit is a red hot mess and he’s worried about the plight of the illegal alien family structure. I wonder if he will come to my protest when I hold a candlelight vigil to call for the end of Black people smoking crack, loitering in front of liquor stores and being lazy and shiftless. C’mon Jeremiah, join me.

Is it just me or is it stupid for people to get mad at the U.S. for having laws against illegal immigration when the countries that these people are coming from also have laws against it? You can’t just walk your ass into El Salvador and think you’re going to just start working in the pupusa factory. Hell, if an “immigrant” wants to work in San Salvador, he better have his AIDS test. You’ve got to prove you have been tested for HIV before you can get the okay to start selling sandals or putting up drywall over there. Oh, but not here in the USA. Here, you are free to sneak in with hoof and mouth disease and then immediately start cooking food at the San Diego Olive Garden. Help me; I’m confused!

Now back to this apparent link between illegal immigration and the civil rights movement. Just stop it right there! The issue of illegal immigration has NOTHING to do with the civil rights movement. What civil rights are illegal immigrants being denied? They can sit at any lunch counter they like. They aren’t being forced to the back of any bus. They aren’t being forced to work for low or no wages. There are no crosses being burned in their front yards. They aren’t being held captive. They aren’t being lynched. As a matter of fact, they have the freedom to march in the streets and demand that they get even more freedoms. So I say kiss my black ass and the asses of all my ancestors if you think otherwise. Do you think all this damn marching would even be taking place were it not for the Black people? Why don’t you ask someone who was beaten by the police or sprayed with the force of an industrial strength water hose in 1963 if they think the two issues are comparable. Sorry buddies, this is a whole new ballgame.

Here's a really odd question. Why didn't they try marching at home first? Wouldn't that have made more sense? Coming to the U.S. to march is like me saying: "Damn it all to hell! You can have America. I don't need to fight for my rights as a citizen. I'm leaving and going to Dubai and demand citizenship there." That ain't gonna happen by the way.

“But this country was built by immigrants.”
Dammit, I heard you the first five thousand times you said that. The problem with that statement is, we’re not talking about immigrants – this discussion is about ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS FOOL. And just to solidify my point, I haven’t talked to a legal immigrant yet that thinks it is "jive alright" for illegals to just hop over the border and then start cooking at the IHOP.

Let’s just be honest for once in our menial little lives. We know this issue stems from the White man’s greed and his need for the indentured servitude of the Latinos who scurry across the border, (mostly from Mexico, El Salvador and Guatemala). Basically, the White man needs a new ni66a. Nevertheless, for those illegal immigrants and their supporters to now claim that they have a right to commit unlawful acts because California, Texas, Nevada, Utah, Arizona, Colorado and New Mexico were once considered Mexican territory is not necessarily a valid argument.

Well howdy partner, why don’t you just slow ya roll for a second there. In 1848, Mexicans signed the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo in exchange for about 18 million dollars. That transaction gave the US control of all of the states mentioned above. Of course history is usually written in “white man person,” so what probably happened is that the Mexicans had to sell out in order to keep the rest of their land. Maybe it was a fuc*ed up situation, but at least they got paid for it. Hell, what did we get? Moreover, the territories that were taken by the US or sold by the Mexicans, (however you want to look at it) were not the property of “Mexicans” to begin with. That property belonged to the indigenous people of the lands who were basically obliterated by the Spanish and the rest of the Pilgrim invaders. Nevertheless, the true residents of the Mexican territories in question were not the people who we saw marching on May 1st. The true people of the Mexican territories that the Spanish Mexicans sold out at the end of the Mexican-American war were the Paiute, Shoshoni, Hopi, Pima, Yaqui, Tepehuan, Rara'muri (Tarahumara), Kiowas and Mayosare among others. If America is gonna give some free citizenship to somebody, start with them, if there are any of them left. In other words, if you can sho-show me that you’re part Shoshoni, then maybe your ass can stay. (Note: the people with the casinos are NOT Mexicans.) Click the link to read more about the indigenous tribes of California:
http://personal.linkline.com/shoe62/anza/rez.html

A friend of mine came to me the other day and told me her story. She is a legal immigrant from South America who is getting married in a few months and her future husband lives in the United States illegally. She said that even if she marries him, the marriage will still not give him legal residency because he smuggled himself in. This guy works hard, pays taxes with a taxpayer ID number, but he can’t get a driver’s license because he snuck across the border. I really feel bad for both of them. She is my friend and I want to see her happy, but I had to tell her that I don’t agree that he should be able to come and commandeer citizenship. Her story is the story of many of the people who are rallying, but I had to be real with her. Are these stories sad and unfortunate? Yes. Does it change my mind? No. Although another story gets a lot less coverage, the Black people of Darfur are being starved and murdered in their villages on a daily basis, and they can’t just walk over here and start working in the fish market to feed their families. They just die.

I won’t dare lie and say that I don’t feel for all people who live in deplorable conditions. The people of Honduras, Guatemala, Mexico, El Salvador, Columbia and other places are extremely poor, but so are the people of Haiti who are Black and are turned back when they try to enter the great American dream. Why is one group allowed to break the law and another group told to go back home and suck it up? Is that fair? What would happen if a million Haitians marched through downtown Los Angeles? They would probably be rounded up and held as enemy combatants by the Department of Homeland Security.

This is all a crock of caca and folks had better realize it. If you look at the open borders closer, you will find that if the US government really wanted to keep people out, they would make it harder to come in. But they don’t. They don't have the National Guard on the case. There's no Army of one protecting this land. Well technically, there's probably one guy from border patrol being paid to watch the whole damn border while the Marines are over stealing oil from Iraq. Why? Think about it! They want a new nigga because you old niggas got out of control. Some of you got uppity and turned into Negroes while an even smaller, but smarter population of you even climbed the intelligence stairway and found yourselves turning into Black people. Who knew?

Coming Soon: Illegal Immigration - Part III (Can you handle the truth?)

Fool, Don't Continue To Be Fooled!

2006-04-30T11:48:00.000-07:00

When I think of how ignorant niggas are about the issues that affect them the most, I think of a quote delivered by the ever eloquent and incredibly fine Philip Michael Thomas.

“You’re a bad dream baby, and somehow I just wanna wake up and find you gone.”
Rico Tubbs – Miami Vice, Season 3

***CAUTION - THIS ARTICLE CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE***

Okay! So I’ve had it. I’ve had it with stupid people who refuse to speak straight up and out on issues that affect Black people. On May 1, 2006, hundreds of thousands of immigrants (legal and illegal) plan to skip work, march through the streets and boycott spending to protest pending immigration reform that is currently stifled in Congress and in the Senate. I won’t bore you with the general details of the proposed legislation. Unless you’ve been living under a boulder, you should already know the background of the story. What I will bore you with is some uncommon sense about the issue because honestly, this whole debate on immigration reform has turned regular idiots into bona fide fools.

Can somebody please slap Jesse Jackson? I have never seen a Negro so media hungry that he would sell out his entire race for some camera time. Maybe he’s sensitive about the plight of illegal immigrants because he had an illegal baby. (Ouch!) Perhaps he’s on crack? I mean somebody needs to check and see if Jesse Jackson has indeed gone over the edge. Don’t forget his recent crusade to save Tookie Williams – a gang leader and murderer. What about us? What about the victims? What about Bob? Bob Jenkins that is. Bob Jenkins who went to high school, never got arrested, went to junior college, got his IT certificate and went to work for Dell; only to have Dell outsource his job to Mumbai, India. That's great news for Dell and really bad news for Bob who had a stroke from the stress of losing his job. Too bad he had no health coverage, and by the time he got to the county emergency room, it was filled to the rafters with people who did not follow the rules to get here legally. Why isn’t Jesse marching through the friggin’ streets to protest that?

Guess Who Came And Ate Your Dinner?

When was the last time you came home from a hard days work, cooked dinner for your family, sat down at the table, and just as you picked up your glass of lightly sweetened iced tea with lemon, a group of people just walked into your home and started digging into the string beans and pot roast? Then, after polishing off the mashed potatoes and gravy, some of the people went into your den and started watching your 35-inch television, (remember, you TiVo’ed the latest episode of Thief) while others went and jumped in your bed between your 400-count Egyptian cotton sheets. Dazed and confused, you look around in disbelief. You can’t understand how people could just come in off the streets and take over your home and even put a rooster in your backyard. Nevertheless, you stand there like an idiot instead of doing something. News flash people. Somebody is eating your pot roast, but you continue to stand there like an idiot.

The last time I looked up the definition of “illegal” it said “unlawful.” Not that that type of thing would ever stop the evil US government cause they are illegal in general. However, if something is against the law, you’re not supposed to do it, right? I got a speeding ticket last year. Instead of having to go to court and prove my innocence, I would much rather have the US government say, “Never mind Waset, you don’t have to pay that ticket. We know what you did was against the law, but for you, ahh, just forget about it.” Yeah right, that shit will never happen to me or anybody who looks or sounds like me. Nonetheless, that is the type of thing many in the government want to say to people who have illegally brought their asses to this country. Without guilt, these government assholes want to just say, “Ahh, it’s okay, you can stay and get all the benefits of people who have been here their whole lives and whose ancestors died and fought for this country. Sure, c’mon in and eat our pot roast, there’s plenty of room.”

Well, the truth is, there isn’t plenty of room. I’m sure if 11 or 12 million people left here, traffic on the 405 freeway would be a lot lighter. If 11 or 12 million people went back home and oh, here’s a concept, applied for a visa like law-abiding folks do, maybe my 16-year-old cousin could actually get a summer job at Wendy’s or at the local swimming pool. Futhermore, if these politicians (who want to keep their illegal gardeners and maids happy and productive) are so gung-ho about ignoring the law that they are supposed to uphold, then they should move out of their Conneticut mansions and let the lawbreakers move in and eat their mashed potatoes. Yeah, they should do that, because me and my family are short on extra gravy and iced tea over here in the hood.

Here’s the brass tax folks - if you’re bright enough to see it. The US government has been planning to rid itself of you pesky Negroes for quite sometime. I still don’t know why our pigment is hated so much, but there’s really no time to ponder. Since the late 1960’s, when we actually joined together and rebelled against the oppressive system, “they” have been tucked away inside their think tanks, deriving new and innovative ways to rid themselves of us. That’s when they opened the borders. They opened them so that a new group of people could come in and disenfranchise Blacks. It was subtle at first, and I can forgive you if you didn’t see it in the early 1980’s, but by the early 1990’s, you should have been well aware of the circumstances. I don’t know, maybe you were too busy getting high on the crack that “they” also gave you, but if you somehow managed to avoid being a drug addict, you should have seen the plan.

Now before you get your phalanges all ready to type me a slew of obscenities and accusations that I’m being racist, let me state for the record that I am not a racist. I am a casist, and I look at each issue on a case-by-case basis. In this case, I’ll be damn if I will support any type of measure that will allow people to blatantly break the law, infringe on my civil rights and then turn around and demand that the lawmakers and law abiders allow them to do it. Why have immigration laws at all? And, since it appears that the laws are not going to be enforced, I got about 12 million Africans from Ghana to Zambia who should be allowed into the US right about now.

Do I understand why the potentially affected people are protesting? Yeah, I do. Would I come across the border illegally if I were in their same position? Sure I would; no question about it. Do I understand why they risk their lives to come across the border? You betcha! Nevertheless, I am not going to sit back and support something that ultimately undermines my own survival. Does that mean I don't want anyone else to come here? Not necessarily. It means that there must be equal rights for all who want to come here and that means following the original laws of applying to come through the proper channels. Note: Following the proper channels does not mean tunneling underneah the chicken wire that lines the border as we speak.

“This country was built by immigrants!”

I’m so sick of hearing that “this country was built by immigrants” excuse that I could puke in the middle of Disneyland. While it is true that illegal immigrants built this country, they were illegal because they were stolen from Africa and brought here against their will. The theft of a people and the crimes committed against them was the illegality of the matter. Black people did not swim the Atlantic Ocean in order to get here to clean Massa’s floors, build his buildings, pick his crops, cook his food and endure tortuous rapes, beatings and murders. Naw, no one was buying tickets on the African coast for that kind of trip. What actually happened, if we’re going to start telling the truth all of a sudden, is that this country was stolen from the indigenous tribes. (Uneducated people call them Indians). Next, a whole race of people (Africans) were stolen and brought here to build this shit up from the ground, yet they still have not been compensated for it. You want to talk about working for low wages? Fuck you! How about working for no wages? How'd you like to pick them apples from a tree? If anyone says that Affirmative Action plans (which corporations don’t follow) make up for 500 years of oppression, I have a steamroller I’d like for them to stand in front of. (Wait one second while I get the keys to the steamroller.)

Okay, I’m back and I’m sick and tired of hearing about everybody else’s plight when my plight and the plight of my ancestors has never been formally addressed and paid for. I work for a living (while I still can) and I’m not asking my government for anything except fair treatment under the laws of the land. Oh and fuck a “sorry for slavery speech,” I’m thinking that we deserve at least Georgia, Mississippi, Nebraska, Florida, South Carolina, North Carolina, Ohio, and a few more states as payment for the greatest holocaust inflicted in the history of man and woman.

Stay tuned for part II…we're not done.

I Told You We Weren't All Gonna Agree On This

2005-12-29T21:47:00.000-08:00

This is an exchange between me and a gentleman who was forwarded my Tookie Williams piece. I asked him if I could post his comments and he graciously gave me the permission to do so. In that spirit, I think it is important to note that I am posting this debate because we need to examine the perceptions we have for and against each other. That is one of the first steps towards finding a common ground and uniting. Having said that, I will let you talk amongst yourselves (AND IN THE COMMENT BOOTH) after you peep the following. Please note: My comments are in BLACK!

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THE BLACK COMMUNITY AT ALL CONSIDERING YOUR THOUGHTS IN YOUR ARTICLE . you have the mentality of a caucasion, so white supremacy has completed it's whitewashing of you through it's media & school systems !!!
RED/BLACK/GREEN
COMMUNICATION IS POWER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

I’m confused. Are you saying that because I don’t support people who do wrong, I’m white washed? I am far from being whitewashed and influenced by the media. That sounds like an easy cop-out for those that choose to stand by while more and more Black people die or are swallowed up by the system and then make excuses for those who cause it. I’m not buying into that at all. We are responsible for ourselves, regardless of the white man and the media.
WASET

I know your confused and don't understand, because you're whitewashed !
what if i say your doing wrong by voting in ameriKKKas local,state, and federal elections in a system thats clearly anti-Black and giving financial support through your tax dollars to destroy other sovereign countries women & children for monetary gain? YOU'LL SAY THAT'S COMPLETELY DIFFERENT BECAUSE YOU HAVE TOO ...
YOUR THROWING STONES AND YOU AREN'T INNOCENT YA DAMN SELF !
RED/BLACK/GREEN
COMMUNICATION IS POWER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

Clearly you haven't read my book or you would know that whitewashed is one of the last things that I would ever be. So tell me, do you not vote? Do you not work and pay taxes? There are many, many things that I would like to change,but I still don't see where you are making a point on the issue at hand. Are you saying that we should allow criminals to wreak havoc on our grandparents, aunts and children because the system is racist?
-W-

how are young Blacks hurting grandparents, aunts and so on?
brothas are on the streets to survive, because there aren't a substantial number of jobs through white businesses to employ them, especially to take care of a whole family. you may not have heard but unemployment is very high in this country for Black folks !!! POVERTY & HOPELESSNESS IS THE NUMBER ONE REASON FOR CRIME, NOT BECAUSE YOUNG BLACKS ARE IGNORANT AND DO WHAT THEY HEAR OFF OF RAP LYRICS AS THE MEDIA & PASSIVE ANTI-BLACK ORGANIZATIONS (N.A.A.C.P, URBAN LEAGUE, CONGRESSIONAL BLACK CAUCAS ) PORTRAYS.

AFTER THE KATRINA FIASCO-hell no i don't vote !

I SELL BURNT CD's,DVD's, AND MANY OTHER THINGS , BUT NOTHING SERIOUSLY ILLEGAL.

RED/BLACK/GREEN
COMMUNICATION IS POWER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

I don’t know where you live, but unless you’re living in a lily-white neighborhood I am sure you have seen crime before. Whatever the case, I don’t know if it is safe for kids to play in your neighborhood, but in most black neighborhoods in Los Angeles, it isn’t. The elderly cannot take walks without worrying about being shot dead on the streets. Shall I continue?

If you don’t vote, it can only get worse. Now how do you propose things are going to get better if you don’t participate in the process?

You are correct when you say that unemployment is high in America – especially for Blacks. But does that mean you give up and resort to illegal activities to get over? That sounds like laziness to me. I mean you might have a better chance at making that argument if there were no Black people with jobs in your entire town. Yet, surely somebody Black has a j-o-b where you reside. You might even have a better chance at making that argument if you could prove that there are no schools or libraries in America. Schools are free for all Americans, (albeit they are substandard in most Black areas) but education is in books and you can get books everywhere. Bottom line, it is up to each and every one of us to be the best we can be. Slaves couldn’t go to school. They were banned from reading and writing. They were kept ignorant so that they could not excel and survive in a humanistic manner. Nevertheless, they tried harder then than we as a people try now. That is unfathomable. There is no excuse now! We are no longer slaves, except in our residual mindsets.

You talk about Blacks being poor. Are you really serious? I’m not saying there are not poor Black folks in America. But take yourself over to Bangladesh or Afghanistan or Soweto and you will see what poor is. They don’t have food stamps or State subsidies in Calcutta. Get off that excuse please, not when there is straight out famine in the Sudan. Stop it. just stop!

Contrary to what you might believe, ignorance begets ignorance. Blacks have no control of the media, thus those in control of the media ensure that young Black children see the most ignorant fools on television as much as possible. 50 Cent is a damn disgrace, but he graces every magazine cover possible. Why? It is a saturation of stupidity. Same principle as slavery only with a new format, and still managing to keep Negroes ignorant – all while the NAACP, Urban League, the Nation and others stand by and watch. Nonetheless, when the next gang member who shot up a few Black kids at a carnival gets ready to meet his maker courtesy of any State in America, Jesse Jackson will be there to beg for his mercy. God have mercy on us all!

"I SELL BURNT CD's,DVD's, AND MANY OTHER THINGS , BUT NOTHING SERIOUSLY ILLEGAL."

You don’t EVEN want to get me started on that!
WASET

What Took "Tookie" Under? Part II

2005-12-28T21:35:00.000-08:00

As I suspected, some subscribers were so incensed by part I of the Death Penalty article that they flicked me off. They unsubscribed - wanting no more of my oratory now that it doesn’t match their particular point of view on the issue. Okay so it was only two people that kicked rocks. But 17 minus 2 means there are only 15 of you left. Well, what can I do? I definitely have no intention of censoring my thoughts for the sake of audience retention. Maybe I misinformed myself when I started this column 5 years ago. Back then, I pondered that perhaps the reason why we are segregated as a people is because we don’t communicate. We follow the first fellow with a big mouth instead of formulating our own individual hypotheses and then coming to the round table so that each voice may be heard. I for one am of the belief that we don’t always have to agree in order to have an understanding. Here’s part II…

A gang member who shot two teens while they were attending a carnival in Jefferson Park on November 13 has been arrested. Jason Walton, 21, was apprehended near the 5000 block of Pico Boulevard around 5 p.m. Wednesday night. William Cox and Edward Williams were shot as they stood outside a street carnival at 2nd Avenue and Rodeo Road Walton allegedly shot the two boys after mistaking them for gang rivals. Neither victim had any gang affiliation. -Associated Press (AP)

Shouldn’t The Punishment Fit The Crime?

When it comes to the death penalty, over and over again we’ve all heard the statement, “but that won’t bring the dead person back.” Well that my dear individuals is a true statement. Putting a murderer to death will not bring the person or persons they’ve killed back to the living. Nonetheless, if people use that “won’t bring’ em back” rational to support their position on whether we should put murderers to death, we might as well just let people kill at will and let the chips fall where they may.

So let’s think this through for a second. What would be a “good” punishment for a cold-blooded killer? Perhaps we could dig a hole and throw the miscreant down the shaft without food and water? Or, should we give him 3 squares a day and a pack of Pall Malls? The American justice system is truly flawed, that is certain. A man sells crack and gets a mandatory 15-year sentence while another man sells cocaine or heroin and gets probation. That shit happens. We all know why and we all know it is unfair. But abolishing the harshest of penalties used for the harshest of crimes surely isn’t the fix we’re in need of.

Let’s take Jeffrey Dahmer for example: it is ridiculous to believe that this evildoer was sentenced to life in prison after it was proven that he ate people. HELLO! This fool ate people, then stacked their bones in his freezer and he got life? He could have written children’s books and rallied against other people eaters after he got caught, but that could never change the fact that he noshed on humans and then put their leftovers in his freezer next to the frozen broccoli. What kind of redemption could ever make up for those inhumane acts? Fortunately, Dahmer got the death penalty from his fellow inmates who knew exactly what capital punishment was all about.

A Racist System Exists

Do people get convicted of crimes they didn’t commit? Yes, they do. Do people get framed? Surely! But each case must be reviewed upon its own merits. Are we really supposed to believe that every drive-by shooter was framed by the police? Don’t even try it. I’ve known some drive-by shooters in my day and they managed to go about their business plenty fine without any help from five-o. Some folks will say that putting killers to death isn’t going to stop others from committing murder. Would anything?

Here’s a suggestion, let’s cut to the chase. We can definitely push for reforms to current laws that are unfair and racially biased. We can be sure that we are active and vote when it comes time to select new judges and lawmakers who appoint new and old judges. But when all is said and done, and the evidence at the trial and the re-trial and the appeal and second and third appeal says “you’re guilty,” let’s have a tribal counsel. Yep, just like on Survivor. The difference in this tribal counsel however will be that the tribe is your tribe. Mexicans get a Mexican tribe, Black folks get a Black tribe, (no Negroes and no niggas though) Asians get Asian tribe members and White folks get White folks. I’m not meaning this as a joke, I’m serious. Negroes and Black folks need to stop making excuses for the criminals in our midst. We should not be afraid of the police; we should join the force and change the game. There are not enough Black police officers, but there sure are an abundance of Black thugs roaming the streets. We cannot change anything from the sidelines or the alleyways or with those ridiculous candlelight vigils. Why not be vigil in our neighborhoods? If you know who shot the man at the liquor store, stand up and say something. When you are treated badly in a store, boycott! When you are disenfranchised, start your own franchise, but don’t make excuses for proven criminals and then blame it on a racist society – that is unacceptable.

Looking For Camera Time?

Lashonda Johnson, 27, tearfully recalled the last day she saw her husband, Charles Thomas, who was shot on April 17 at 10:15 p.m. Thomas was talking to friends in the 6400 block of South Victoria Avenue when a suspect in a burgundy Chevrolet Camaro shot Thomas twice. One of the bullets pierced Thomas’ liver. Fourteen days later, Thomas died of renal failure. “I had talked to him that night shortly before 10 p.m. and he said he was on his way home,” said Johnson, a newlywed who had been married to Thomas for six months before his murder. “He was such a good person, always smiling. I still can’t believe he’s gone. Someone knows who killed him and they’re not saying anything. I won’t get any rest until the killer is found.” from AP

Anybody care about Lashonda? Hey, Jesse Jackson! I know none of this is your fault, but just out of curiosity, where were you when someone put a bullet through Lashonda’s husband’s liver? What about the day or even the year before Charles got shot? Where were you? We all heard you preach at Tookie Williams’ funeral, but why haven’t you been so vehement on a daily basis? I saw the Fruit of Islam providing security at Mr. Williams’ funeral. But where was the Fruit of Islam during the 38 shootings and four murders that took place recently in the 77th division of Los Angeles? I know Minister Farrakhan had nothing to do with these crimes, but I’m just trying to figure out why folks are so busy trying to save the life of a guy who’s responsible for making people dead? C’mon Snoop Dogg, your behavior is incongruous with rational behavior. Now maybe you had a kindred spirit relationship with Tookie Williams because you’re both from the same set, (well, same parent company so to speak) but how can you claim that you are teaching kids the right way yet you still glorify being in a gang? Remember this?

If you play me close, you're on a red beam

Oh you got a gun so you wanna pop back?

AK47 now nigga, stop that!

Cement shoes, now I'm on the move

You're family's crying, now you on the news

They can't find you, and now they miss you

Must I remind you I'm only here to twist you

Pistol whip you, dip you then flip you

Then dance to this motherfucking music that we crip to

Snoop Dogg lyrics to Drop It Like It’s Hot – released November 2004

What is Redemption?

Citing Williams’ past history of getting high on PCP and mental instability, Smith said that the former gang leader’s execution was unjust. “It troubles my spirit,” said Smith. “I felt it was unfair. I felt that it was unfair because PCP played a major part in his life at that time. I knew about that way before the murder occurred. He wasn’t himself. He was going through a lot of mental instability. It’s troublesome to see this brother lying there. I brought Tookie to the Crips organization. It didn’t start off being so damaging to our culture. That red and blue stuff is the death to our culture.” Zane Smith speaking outside of Tookie Williams’ funeral

You might say that redemption is a form of deliverance. Maybe, I don’t know. I think each soul has their own individual idea of what redemption means. Was Tookie Williams a redeemed man? That is not for me to say. There may be plenty of people imprisoned for heinous crimes who have asked for forgiveness and tried to change their evil thoughts and actions - yeah, it’s possible. But that is not enough to make up for the harm and pain that criminals have already caused. There are many contributing factors that play into why someone who could have been great goes bad. But making excuses for why they went bad is not an excuse for the bad deeds they've done.

Granted, this is not about the guy who stole rims on 125th street, or even about the woman who shot her husband the after he beat her for the 13th time. No, this is about the guy who raped the 6-year-old girl in Virginia. This is about the men who blew up 4 little girls in Birmingham. This is about how the victims suffer more than those that inflict devastation. This is about parenting as a villiage and teaching everyone's children (including your own) the consequences of their actions before they become deviant. This is about people turning on their Emergency Rational Thinking Systems, and instead of spending today worrying about those who have already committed unprovoked murder, how about spending today worrying about warning the innocent victim who will be shot by a criminal tomorrow.

This is SAD!

2005-12-26T18:24:00.000-08:00

In case you can't read this man's shirt, it states:

"CRIPS DON'T DIE WE MULTIPLY"

Somehow I think he was serious when he put this shirt on and went to the funeral of Stanley "Tookie" Williams.

I wish I made this stuff up as a joke but it is real people, it is real!

What Really Took "Tookie" Under?

2005-12-26T18:12:00.000-08:00

When I began this article, I began with the knowledge that many of my fellow black folks may take offense to my statements contained herein. As a matter of fact, I expect that some people will call me names and delete my blog’s bookmark from their Internet favorites page. Oh well, that’s happened before and believe me I got over it.

Have you ever felt that you were in this world alone? Not by yourself, because there are always people around you, but alone in the way you think and experience life? No, this is not a commercial for Zoloft. This is a test of the Emergency Rational Thinking System (ERTS). Is yours functioning properly?

For the past month or so, many people, (especially Black people) have been up in arms about the Stanley “Tookie” Williams death row case. Of course we all know that Mr. Williams was executed pursuant to the laws of the State of California on December 13, 2005, but the story does not end there.

Now I seriously thought I could go about my business without commenting on the Tookie case; mainly because I thought that most people’s ERTS was operating at full power. Nevertheless, when I woke up this morning on this first day of Kwanzaa, I had to explore the reasons why on this day of unity, I view Tookie Williams as a criminal, yet so many other Black people view him as a hero.

“It's nine-fifteen on twelve-thirteen and another black king will be taken from the scene," exclaimed Snoop Dogg during the funeral services for Stanley Tookie Williams.

Wait! What? The first thing I need somebody to do is to explain to me how Tookie Williams, co-founder of the deadly Crips street gang was a king. Yes, he was a Black man, but a king does not that make him. Okay hold it, I’m going too fast, let’s back up. First we need to understand the positions; the who believes what and why. Here we go:

~Some folks believe Tookie was innocent.
~Some folks believe the death penalty is wrong no matter what.
~Some folks just wanted camera time.
~Some folks think the system is racist.
~Some folks think the punishment should fit the crime.
~Some folks believe that Tookie was a redeemed man and deserved clemency.

Was Tookie innocent?
I needed to know the evidence for myself before I wrote this piece. I sourced the case on WestLaw and found some very interesting information. I found that while Tookie’s proponents claimed that the witnesses that testified against Tookie were all jailhouse informants and/or accomplices themselves, the truth is that there were people who testified against Tookie who were not facing jail sentences nor were they criminals. There were regular folks that testified that Tookie purchased a shotgun at the Western Surplus store on Manchester and Western Avenue in Los Angeles. At trial, a firearms expert concluded that a shotgun shell found at the Brookhaven motel murder scene came from Tookie’s shotgun. Others testified that Tookie bragged about killing 4 people, including the 3 “buddaheads” on Vermont Avenue. Wow, he bragged about it. That is serious and sick all at the same time. Also, entered into evidence were notes that Tookie wrote from prison. Some notes detailed escape plans that included killing prison guards. Other notes indicated that Tookie wanted to kill Blackie (one of his accomplices in the 7-11 murder) because he felt Blackie was a punk who couldn’t eat after they had blown away their victim. Yeah, come to think of it, this sounds like stuff and innocent man would say.

“That's my role model, man. That's the CEO of the Crips," gleaned “Killowatt the Third” at Tookie’s funeral.

What’s wrong with the Death Penalty?
Candlelight vigils outside the prison gates, riddled with impassioned pleas to spare the life of someone who more than likely ignored the pleas of their victims who asked to be spared and allowed to live. Am I missing something here? Why should my tax dollars be used to allow a murderer or rapist the ability to work out in the prison weight room or watch the Soprano’s and Curb Your Enthusiasm while their victims lay six feet under - cold and dead?

Contrary to popular belief around this piece, I believe that unless you are severely retarded, you know the difference between right and wrong. When a man or a woman takes it upon themselves to blow three people away in cold blood for $100.00 and bragging rights in the streets of Los Angeles, that man or woman deserves to die the same way his or her victims died if not worse. All this lethal injection stuff is for the fricken birds. The victims don’t get to die with dignity so why should the perpetrators?

One reason many countries don’t have the crime that the United States has is because they don’t fuck around with coddling criminals. You steal; you get your hand cut off. You kill for no reason or for reasons unrelated to self-defense, you get killed right back. Here in the U.S., you can drive-by an apartment building, shoot 2 babies and an old lady while you listen to G-Unit, and even if you get caught, you can still get off with a 15 years-to-life sentence. Therefore, if someone wants to know what I think about the death penalty, I agree that it may not be applied fairly, but frankly, I also don’t believe it is applied enough.

Blame The System?
There are droves of people out there that believe we should blame the system for our black bad fortune. We all know that poverty, racism, lack of education, drug abuse and gang violence among other things are all products of a racially biased country called America and her system of treatment towards people of color. We know that! But where I have to draw the line is where people think that the system, while a contributing factor to our distress, can be used as an excuse for people to harm, kill, rob or otherwise destroy. For a criminal to make the lame excuse that “the system made me shoot that nigga” is ridiculous, but some people buy into it.

I went to the poorest high school in my city, but we had AP English, AP Physics and AP Calculus. I didn’t take the Calculus, but we had it. We had young men and women who grew up poor, but they weren’t trying to rob and murder people. Okay, we had some that were…but the majority were law-abiding citizens who went to school and tried to get a good education. Many of these students are successful today despite the obstacles they faced. How did they do that? How did they overcome? They had the will to do right. They knew right from wrong regardless of the system. The kids I knew that were in gangs, the Tookie’s of the schoolyard, they also knew right from wrong. They chose to do wrong and while it might not matter if they stole socks from the swap meet, when they escalated to non-defensible murder it was over. They had reached the point of no return and I for one had no sympathy for them.

The system kicks me in the face in some fashion on a daily basis, but I choose to fight the system back instead of knocking a bitch out, snatching her $100.00 chain and then blasting her in the back with a shotgun.

Stay tuned for tomorrow’s conclusion…

KNOWLEDGE BECOMES FASHIONABLE!

2005-10-29T22:17:00.000-07:00

For Those Who Died in the City of the Dead

2005-09-12T01:42:00.000-07:00

They lay by the side of the road; on a street called Humanity and along the I-10 Interstate. Some floated, bloated – their souls lifted, but the flesh was the last to melt away. Others rested beneath planks of one hundred and fifty year-old wood, memorialized by delicate bric-a-brack ornaments that had fallen atop their lumbered shrouds. Some were placed on airport conveyor belts and luggage carts and wheeled into makeshift morgues while they still had breath – because somebody said it was peaceful there. One man died on a chaise lounge chair, which lay precariously on a grassy area near the curb of a previously busy intersection. Somebody finally came for him, but for many days and nights the man lay beneath the stars with one shoe on and one shoe off. Each individual had a story. Lives lived and then swiftly reduced to a last breath of air filled with death. These were Hurricane Katrina and her sinister co-conspirators greatest recipients of unrelenting fury. So when New Orleans reopens her eyes and her heart re-beats with the jazz that comprises her soul, she will play many a tune for these fallen natives whose lives and deaths should never be forgotten.

WASET 9/11/05

I cried...

2005-09-06T22:43:00.000-07:00

I cried last night for the Australian Aborigines
for the indigenous people of Fiji and Tahiti and the Hawaii’s
of Kmt, Samoa and Mali and the Philippines
of Mississippi and Alabama and the streets of New Orleans
I cried last night until my sheets were soaked
like a roaring river of broken hopes that belonged to all those who died so I could tell their story.
Long gone from here are they now and their legacies have been reduced to thrones of dusty rubble and lost glory.
Grasping my Ankh, clutching my shield and sword
192 billion and counting to Iraq
but for my people who are hurting, what shall be their reward?
I cried for the little boys and girls who saw the earth take away
what they never really had anyway.
A fair chance
Everything for the oil companies, but for us never even a glance
Until the glance fell upon you by the world’s eye
People Black and poor so I’m sure you and your mammy would never cry
For us
But don’t bother getting this twisted.
Five days without food and water at the Superdome
and you dare question why Kanye resisted.
Uh oh, here they come again.
Tears marching just like the soldiers you failed to send in.
Drip Drop
Drip Drop
I’m twitching now wishing that they would please stop
Hey CNN don’t show those same looters again.
We saw the man with the plasma TV.
Could you cut back to the elderly woman screaming please help me?
Sure could have used some help from the Office of Homeland Security.
Thoughts racing, time’s a wasting, devastated citizens pacing –
worried about the hard roads they’re facing.
But honestly there’s nothing more for us to lose.
Time to pick ourselves up out of the cotton fields
and stop singing these blues.
It won’t be easy, but we can’t just let you take The Big Easy.
We know the devil chased little aboriginal girls along the rabbit proof fence
We know the devil still shoots Iraqi citizens under false pretense.
And it's only obvious that we know what we are up against
it’s called clear and present danger
Hope you're never trapped behind a Bush and need help from this stranger
Matter fact,
I won’t even be able to cry for you because I have no tears left…
just anger.

Normal Is Relative

2005-09-05T13:22:00.000-07:00

“It is important to understand and realize [that] the political leadership does not reflect the will of the American people. It’s time for us to dig down [deep in] our souls and redefine American greatness”

New Orleans native Wynton Marsalis on CNN – 9/4/05

***

As the floodwaters recede and the bloated and crushed dead bodies are collected from New Orleans and Mississippi, many people who have not been affected by Hurricane Katrina are turning their televisions back to MTV and the Style channel and getting back to their normal lives. Well I can tell you, normal is relative.

As we have all witnessed, many if not most of the victims are Black. Unfortunately, as I have also seen, there are many Negroes that do not seem to grasp the severity of the situation. On message boards across the Internet, I have seen idiotic displays of internal racism splashed across my Dell pc in manners that I cannot fully describe. Negro ignorance will surely translate into further Black suffering if those who are conscious and ready to act fail to do so. Although I am certain that some of those posting on the Black message boards are not Black, for those that are Negro and have been making ignorant and clearly uninformed statements against the interests of your race, you sicken me. You are not rational, you are not normal.

I must applaud Kanye West for his unwritten and clearly emotional statements made a few days ago where he criticized the way Blacks have been treated in this catastrophe. Without regard for the consequences, repercussions and even bashing by some of his own people, Kanye stated in front of the entire world, “George Bush doesn’t care about Black people.” Wow! I couldn’t have said it better myself. I must question the reason why NBC did not air Kanye’s statements to its West Coast viewers (don't worry, I knew they were going to edit it out). I believe news is news and it is very irresponsible of a network to edit statements just because the people that run the networks may not agree with such statements. Many people have also said that while they agree with Kanye’s statements, they feel that he made the right statement at the wrong time. How the hell do you figure? When exactly do these people propose would be a good time? When nobody’s listening versus when everyone is listening? No wonder Nat Turner got caught. There is always a Negro snitch. There is always a Negro who wants to eat a better piece of pork from the massa’s plate instead of owning the whole plantation. Dumb ass niggas, I hate them! They are not normal.

Of course we know that the media will ALWAYS try to find a Negro to refute what a Black man has said, but Negroes don’t even make it hard on the media. They come out in force like, “here we is, we gone tell ya that not all us nigletts think Kanye was right.” I was watching Carol Lin of CNN interview Bishop T.D. Jakes last night. Damn, Lin was asking Jakes (who was sitting up there looking like a big, black pimp) if he agreed or at least shared the sentiments of Kanye West and Jakes just plain ignored her questions. He claimed to be outraged by the scenes that we have all witnessed, but he suggested that we should “check our bells and whistles” and investigate what happened. Nigga, we know what happened. Bush flew to San Diego even though he knew what was going on. He is the first person is the goddamned country to be briefed on the situation. How dare he go give a speech someplace? Oh yeah, he did that during 9-11 too. He probably wanted to stay consistent.

Anyway, back to Jakes, a backwoods preacher who has a flock of followers that number in the tens of thousands. No wonder he didn’t criticize Bush yesterday. He was on camera jiggin with Bush this morning when Bush came back to the crippled area. Boy was he cheesin’ and a grinning. I thought he was gonna start tap dancing next to Bush, but his ugly ass suit was probably too tight. Wake up people, stop following these snake charmers who have been chosen by God to have you buy them private jets and Phantom Rolls Royces. These people are not normal.

I have to say that there are people out there that have not been afraid to speak up and really voice their emotions and pleas. Those are the people who know that if Paris Hilton had been stuck at the New Orleans Convention Center - the Army would have bulldozed every Black person blocking her path to get to her and rescue her from peril. Don’t let me get started on Condoleezza Rice. She better know that had she accidentally found herself in The Big Easy without her ID, she might have been one of the ones run over by the Paris Hilton rescue squad. Do you know that dear ole Condi was in New York buying shoes as Black babies died from dehydration? Then she had the nerve to show up at an Alabama church a week later. Funny how I didn’t see Bush, Cheney, Rice or Rumsfeld or any of those other clowns show up in the city of New Orleans proper. Didn't see them on Canal Street in front of the burned out Foot Locker. The cameras didn't "photo-op" them next to the bloated dead body on Poydras. Didn’t see them at any of the Black shelters - just at the white ones. Hmmm, go figure. But that my friends, for the current US Administration and many in America as a whole, is normal.

only by WASET © 2005

Stay tuned for more coming later today...

"GEORGE BUSH DOESN'T CARE ABOUT BLACK PEOPLE" - Kanye West

2005-09-02T17:46:00.000-07:00

Okay, I know I've said some stuff about Kanye in the past few months. However, I was just watching the Hurricane Relief telethon on NBC a few moments ago when Kanye said "George Bush doesn't care about Black people," I had to throw my hands up and say Aten! Yes, that's Aten and not Amen. (I'll tell you about that later, just hit me up.)

Anyway, since they wouldn't let me on TV, Kanye West went as my proxy and told the world the same thing I would have said if they let me anywhere near the airwaves. Damn, I guess I gotta cop his "Late Registration" CD.

TONIGHT!

WASET

CODE RED - "So Poor, So Black," so says Wolf Blitzer

2005-09-01T21:40:00.000-07:00

I donated my first $100.00 to the Red Cross yesterday. I know that isn’t a lot of money in the grand scheme of things, but considering the grand scale of the Hurricane Katrina disaster, every cent we contribute will do some good.

One item (among about 5, 732 other items) that completely baffles me is the fact that the Bush-led US government has spent nearly 200 billion dollars in Iraq, yet now that a horrible calamity has occurred, they can’t even save citizens from drowning inside their own homes. Am I the only one who thinks the military is dragging their feet coming to the rescue of the predominately Black victims of the storm? People are dying on the sidewalks of the Morial Convention Center. People are lying in their own excrement at Charity hospital – but least we forget these people, are Black. People are praying that a boat or a barge will pull up to the Convention Center, (which sits parallel to the Mississippi River) yet even the Navy ships that have been activated are just leaving Baltimore and Norfolk today. Huh! What’s another week to starving, hungry poor people? I think it is the difference between life and death, but that’s just me.

Watching the bureaucratic stumbling and continuous poppycock that leaps from the mouths of those in charge of the situation is sickening. Let’s not fool ourselves, the people are not getting help because these people are Black. I’m so tired of looking at all those southern political crackers talking about how all this help for the nigras is on the way. And how dare the so-called President ask the American population for money!

“At this stage in the recovery efforts, it's important for those who want to contribute to contribute cash; to contribute cash to a charity of your choice but make sure you designate that gift for hurricane relief. You can call 1-800-HELP-NOW or you can get on the Red Cross Web page, redcross.org. The Red Cross needs our help, and I urge our fellow citizens to contribute.”
GW Bush - 8/31/05

If Condoleezza had any balls she would slap the shit of him for making that statement. Oh I forgot, she is one of his evildoers. As a matter of fact, she had been mute the whole time until today when she “decided” that international assistance would not be turned away. Hell, if you tell her that she’s Black she’ll probably say, “I am?”

Just how much of your personal oil money do you plan to donate Mr. Bush? Oh never mind.

Furthermore, how dare officials tell the population that they didn’t know how bad the damage was. If reporters can use helicopters to spy on celebrity weddings in Malibu and inform the audiences of what type of underwear the bride has on, surely the US armed forces can use their helicopters to inform the world that a “mayday, mayday” signal is warranted.

Now since everyone knew about the Hurricane at least a week before it slammed into the gulf cities, why wasn’t the National Guard and the entire US military on stand by? Naval ships and Army helicopters should have been fueled, staffed and ready to fire up the engines and head out as soon as they knew where to go and what the initial damage looked like. I hope I don’t see any Bush supporters this week cause I’m libel to slap the shit out of the first one I see.

I wish somebody could tell me where the Black leaders are? I haven’t heard a damn thing from them, although I don’t even know who Black leaders are anyway. Do we have any? Maybe there are some Black leaders and they just haven’t been able to get any airtime on the cable news networks. I mean, I could only hope to see Diddy and Oprah offering to donate up some of their bling and Hermes money to their fellow Black Americans. Hey, maybe Kanye West will donate profits from the sales of his new album? Time will tell folks, only time will tell. By the way, while on my lunch break today, I turned to BET. As usual, they were playing music videos. I think it was Paul Wall, you know him, he’s the white guy rapper with the full set of platinum fronts. HOLLA!

Did anyone hear Wolf Blitzer on CNN make the comment this afternoon: “those people are so poor and so Black?” Wow, what exactly does that mean? I gotta go now, I think Jesse Jackson is on Larry King Live calling in from a bridge in New Orleans. Finally! Remember when he got those hostages free in Serbia? If he can free the displaced citizens of New Orleans, he should immediately be elected President dammit!

CODE RED - The Storm That Stole Calm

2005-08-31T00:20:00.000-07:00

I continue to sit glued to my television set. Watching the unbelievable horror and destruction in New Orleans, Biloxi and other gulf coast points courtesy of Hurricane Katrina and her aftermath, I can’t help but wonder why…

Why are people looting? With the amount of death and destruction that surrounds them, how can they even think to steal dress suits and purses? Sad to think and perhaps even more drastic to say, I feel like if somebody had to die in this tragedy, I sure am sorry that death called upon the people who just couldn’t evacuate and drowned in their own homes. Why couldn’t those that died needlessly have been spared, and those that found it necessary to rape businesses for superfluous goods amidst 12 feet of dirty southern water have gotten locked in somebody’s attic? Don’t mistake my anger for misinterpretation of a desperate situation. There is no potable water, no food, no gas, no lights, no baby formula and no shelter to sustain the citizens who remain in the devastated Crescent City. Thus, I can clearly understand the need to retrieve and perhaps even steal certain survival supplies. Yet, I cannot understand why someone would need to steal a car stereo, a Mike Jones CD or an X-box when there is no fucking electricity.

Apparently ignorance can weather any storm.

As field reporters began transmitting stories back to headquarters, (funny how CNN sent the only black reporter on the story to New Orleans where the Negros are) news stations appeared all too happy to loop footage of Black refugees laughing as they entered and exited quaint shops that encompass the once beautiful French Quarter. Carrying boxes of pilfered high heeled shoes and other dime store trinkets, the most ignorant of our tribe, pillaging their caches of booty - as if they had somewhere to take it. Meanwhile, the sad news stories have come from the white folks who lost their million dollar, “insured” homes? Yes, I feel sorry for everyone affected by this horrendous storm, but even in times of what seems like Armageddon, CNN and Fox News still find the time to depict us as savages. Regardless if some of us really are.

But what about those who have been caught up in the savagery but are not savages? What about those helpless victims who could not get out of harm’s way in time to avoid the uncertainty of being lost in a runaway sea of toxic fluid, broken trees and rickety rack remnants of what once was a place called home? Everyone who is able to help, please DO SOMETHING! If you donate to the Red Cross, if you send clothing to a local contact near the affected area or if you volunteer in the clean up effort when needed, DO SOMETHING to help.

It seems that this tragedy will become a gold mine for the corporate vultures who cannot wait to see how many Blacks lose their homes and properties inside New Orleans and parts of Mississippi. Black people who are smart should monitor the situation closely and once the area has been cleaned up, buy property in the ravaged areas. Even if you choose not to live there, use the land as income property in order to help Blacks to maintain what for the time being is sure to be lost. Moreover, if you know able-bodied individuals who are looking for work, have them start planning now to look into jobs cleaning up Katrina’s wrath. Please believe me when I tell you, if we don’t get those jobs, the borders next door are always open for folks to come on over and snatch up the few jobs that will be left. Talk about the new South…

Hey, here’s a thought, why didn’t the state and federal governments provide evacuation transportation for everyone who was willing to leave prior to the storm? Did they ever stop to think that some people didn’t have vehicles to escape in? Hell, some people didn’t even have televisions to warn them of the imminent danger they would face. Why didn’t the FAA force airlines to fly people out of the danger zones, (at least through Sunday morning when the skies were still clear) instead of allowing those air carriers to cancel flights at their own volition? WHERE IN GOD’S NAME WAS THE MILITARY…? Oh, in Iraq. The National Guard should have been mobilized prior to the storm just in case things went wrong. Perhaps that’s hard to do though when at least 25% of the National Guard members from each affected state are across the world playing shoot the Muslims.

Oh and the President, why we certainly could not complete this installment without mentioning that thoughtless cruel hearted ferret. It seems Hurricane Katrina’s preliminary damage reports have indicated that the final damage numbers could be well above the 30 billion dollar mark. Seems to me like we’d have those duckets already covered if the US government had not already spent over 191 billion dollars to purchase Saddam’s old country. Hmmm, I guess we’ll all be looting pretty soon. Perhaps we can sell Dick Cheney a dress suit from Canal Street and Condoleezza Rice a purse from the French Quarter.

Stay tuned for continuing coverage of CODE RED -The Storm That Stole Calm and more war stories only here at The POWER journal.

only by WASET © 2005

THE WIRE HAS BEEN RENEWED FOR A 4TH SEASON

2005-04-03T00:46:00.000-08:00

Thank You HBO for coming to your damn senses. I was sure gonna miss championship boxing, but if you had not renewed The Wire, your ass was getting turned off.

$$$

2005-01-29T22:58:00.000-08:00

And just so HBO knows I put MY money where my mouth is, I put a copy of my receipts for seasons 1 & 2 of The Wire on DVD in with my letter to Chris Albrecht.

Getting Down...to The Wire!

2005-01-27T01:00:00.000-08:00

Chris Albrecht, Chairman, HBO, Inc.
1100 Avenue of the Americas
New York, NY 10036

Re: The Wire

Mr. Albrecht:

After reading the January 14, 2005 Variety article by Denise Martin, in reference to HBO’s phenomenal drama series, The Wire, I was compelled to script this correspondence. In the article, it was stated that you made the following comment at the TCA session:

“I have received a telegram from every viewer of ‘The Wire’ – all 250 of them.”

As I type this letter, I’m wondering if you meant for your comment to be taken as a joke, because for the life of me I didn’t find it funny – especially considering you can go to your own website and find that almost 9000 individual memberships have been created or utilized in order to play The Wire trivia game. Now, even if you took into consideration that anyone can create multiple screen names to access the special features on the HBO website, it is highly unlikely each of the 250 people that you indicated were The Wire’s only viewers, took the time to create 36 screen names apiece just to push the numbers up. (Source: www.hbo.com/thewire/games.)

I am troubled to see that the Chairman of a network would make jokes about a show that was not only hailed as “program of the year” by Entertainment Weekly, but has received more critical acclaim than most of the other shows in its continuum combined. Every individual person that I have turned on to The Wire has loved it and has joined the laundry list of loyal viewers. Yet, as I conveyed to one of the Vice Presidents of the film studio where I work, there are too many black people featured on The Wire for it to be nominated for a non-black achievement award, or to even be defended by anyone who counts as far as decisions about the show go. I know, I know…that isn’t your fault, it’s just the way it goes in the industry. Who cares if the show is good or not, just as long as the white folks with the Nielsen boxes are watching - right? For the record, I have never met anybody with a Nielsen box in their home. So, who speaks for me? No one, that’s why I’m speaking up for myself in this letter. Since it has been publicized that HBO’s 2004 profits surpassed one billion dollars, it seems to me that you have enough financial strength to put your money where your good shows are – instead of bringing back debris like Carnivale. Oh, I’m sorry, was that harsh of me to say? Well, for you to say that only 250 people watch The Wire is pretty doggone harsh too.

Of course I like to watch The Sopranos, America Undercover, HBO Championship Boxing, Inside the NFL, Six Feet Under, reruns of Sex In The City and even Deadwood, but I can’t see paying money to a network that makes jokes and considers canceling a show that has received as many accolades and sincere viewers as The Wire; all because the real viewers of the show, the ones that can answer every trivia question on your website, are probably way too dark-skinned to be offered a Nielsen box.

Yes, without The Wire, I don’t believe I will have further need to spend the extra ten dollars a month on HBO. I will spend the time that I use to spend watching your network on creating my own scripts and my own network - because from the looks of things, I know where I can find a stellar cast of potentially unemployed thespians who deserve their just due.

Sincerely,

Waset Regir
author.writer.truth defender.
http://www.waset.net/

2005-01-23T02:50:00.000-08:00

There ought to be a law about this here! DAMN!

Letter to the Predators (1/17/05)

2005-01-20T22:45:00.000-08:00

Harassment at Los Angeles International Airport

LAX Community Relations Division
8939 S. Sepulveda Blvd., Suite 100
Los Angeles, CA 90045

To Whom It May Concern:

On January 16, 2005, I drove to the Los Angeles International Airport (LAX) to pick-up a family member who was scheduled to arrive on an Alaska Airlines flight. Seconds after pulling up at Alaska’s baggage claim terminal, I was met by several men in olive green uniforms, who began to waive me off, telling me rather rudely that I was not allowed to stop in front of the baggage claim area. “Keep moving, keep moving,” they shouted out to me at once, as I searched the swarm of people exiting the vicinity.

After making sure I didn’t see my family member, I drove around the airport as I had been so impolitely instructed to do. Finally, I made my way back to the Alaska terminal where there were still planeloads of travelers exiting the double doors with their luggage. While I inched down the lane in my car, reviewing the faces, looking for the familiar, another representative of the LAX little green men association banged upon my car window with some sort of extremely large flashlight. With an angry stare, the man yelled at me to move my car out of the area and drive around the airport. Without a word, I made my way around the airport, again, but this time I began to get really angry. Not the angry you get when someone slaps the last sour cream and onion potato chip out of your hand, but the angry that caused me to feel my blood boil throughout my body.

Thinking that the third time would be the charm, I pulled up to the Alaska Airlines baggage area and happily spotted my family member waiting for me. There were five or six cars loading ahead of me, so I had to ease up slowly as each car left with its cargo. As I made my way down the lane to meet my soon-to-be passenger, I witnessed a very ignorant bully in a green LAX suit, scream at a man in a yellow vest to “MOVE.” The man being disparaged had just gotten out of his vehicle to open the trunk for his wife and two small children who were approaching from behind. Startled and seemingly scared from being yelled at, the man rushed back to his driver’s side in order to move his car; however, he could not drive forward due to the traffic. The LAX representative could see that the man could not move his car, and he could also see that the man’s passengers were approaching, yet he kept shouting at the man. Because he could not drive forward, the man attempting to pick-up his wife and kids, tried to back up and almost hit his family members in the process. It was a very harrowing and completely unnecessary incident.

Seconds later, another LAX airport simpleton came up to my passenger side window and yelled at me to move my car. Clearly livid by this point, I rolled down my window and screamed, How the f*** am I supposed to pick-up a passenger if you are telling me I can’t stop and pick them up? The LAX employee retorted, “because this is a f****** loading zone!” Exactly what I am going to do… load, I said, rolling up my window in his face. I began to see red and I became so distressed that my inner-most feelings were begging me to get out of my car and slap the man in green, yet common sense and the potential for jail time caused me to yield.

I have traveled to many places – post September 11th, yet I have never encountered such ridiculous treatment of customers at an airport in all of my days. Eventually, America might become a police state, but that hasn’t happened yet. All the same, the bullying I witnessed by LAX employees upon people picking up passengers was apprehensible. I am a United States citizen, yet I was treated like a terrorist by these safari hat crowned rental cops. Yes, there were signs posted that said “no parking and no waiting,” but what does that mean? Does it mean that if your 91-year-old grandmother is rolling out to your car in a wheelchair that you can’t wait for her to arrive at your vehicle? Does it mean that granny should lift weights to build up arm strength so she can roll up next to your moving car and jump from wheelchair to vehicle - Jackie Chan style? What about her luggage? Should you drive around twice so she can throw the luggage in on the first trip and then heave her way into her seat when you come around again?

I would like to understand the absurdity that substantiates how people picking up passengers can’t stop to pick up passengers, yet town cars, taxicabs and limousines can sit and wait for fares until the cows come home. I think a terrorist would use a taxicab to blow something up before he or she would use my Denali. If the concern is so great about people picking up passengers, why let cars into the airport at all? Why not just shuttle all travelers (from Paris Hilton to the man with no feet) to a vacant lot and dump them and their bags on the sidewalk? That way, granny can at least take her time.

The idiocy and harassment that I witnessed at LAX was surely not an aberration. During my dizzying drives around the interior circumference of the airport, I saw many unhappy drivers being accosted by the green men in safari hats. Nonetheless, the fact remains that the airport arrival dock is not a safari site, and the people picking up friends and family members are not potential game for the little men in green to prey upon. This situation needs to be formally addressed immediately. GAME OVER!

Sincerely,
Waset Regir
author.traveler.united states citizen

2005-01-18T23:30:00.000-08:00

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