Doing Tha Most

Today's post is in honor of Tamara Blue's 31st birthday. Why is it entitled "Doing tha Most?" you may be asking... Well, cause if you know Miss Tamara Blue, you know that she has strong leanings toward mostness. And I love every bit of it, too. My wish for her this year and every year, until it happens, is that she gives birth to a daughter that will inherit her charisma, wit, and adventurous spirit and inevitably end up acting just like this...



HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TAMARA!

Hope you enjoyed this, cause I ain't got no gift for you. Times is hard, sista, and rent is due real soon.

A Permanent Solution to a Temporary Problem

After neighbors reported hearing gun shots at about 5:30 p.m. Monday and 7:30 a.m. Tuesday, it was discovered that a Wilmington, California man had killed his wife and five children before shooting himself. I must admit that whut struck me about this was that tha family was black. Now, I'm not so naive as to think that black people don't ever kill themselves. Unfortunately, it is something that happens. But it isn't often that tha suicidal individual goes as far as to kill their entire family. This is an especially tragic situation.

Apparently, 40 year old Ervin Lupoe and his wife, Ana had both been recently terminated from their jobs at Kaiser Permanente. In a typed, 2 page suicide letter that had been faxed to a local television news station, Lupoe detailed the circumstances surrounding his and his wife's termination from their jobs and their decision to kill themselves and their children.



8-year-old Brittney, twin 5-year-old daughters, Jaszmin and Jassely and twin 2-year-old boys, Benjamin and Christian were found by officers on Tuesday morning along with their parents. All of tha victims were shot in tha head.

I'm not as sad about tha adults in tha situation as I am about these poor little babies. Consider tha fact that 1 person with one gun can only shoot one child at a time... so imagine tha terror tha others experienced as their father went from baby to baby and shot each one in tha head. I lightweight understand "not wanting to leave your children alone" and contemplating tha reality of them having to live without you, knowing that you killed yourself, being raised by someone else and all of that... but that should be reason enough for you to chose an alternative that doesn't involve taking your life. Who knows whut these children could've grown up to be. They were such a gorgeous family and tha idea that some one's circumstances were so dire that they could no longer see a way out breaks my heart.

I promise you that whutever you're going through is just for right now. Things will change... they always do. Don't ever consider taking your life to solve tha temporary problems you're having, cause that "solution" is a permanent one that can never be reversed.

Don't Act Brand New

This is for tha people that be tryin to act like I never have a daggone show anywhere and/or like I don't tell them where I'm about to be. If you miss it, it's on you, cause I told ya.

And tha Nigga Please Award Goes to...

Bill O'Reily... cause he can't seem to shut tha fuck up and somehow doesn't realize that nobody cares whut he thinks about rap.

In Danger of Gettin' Slapped

This is proof that despite America's slow, torturous baby steps toward some semblance of progress as far as Race Relations is concerned, there are still some (White) people that need their asses beat.



He said, "My brother-in-law is Cuban," as if this somehow proves that he isn't a raging racist. Cuban? His brother-in-law? Is that tha New Millennium upgrade to tha popular phrase, "I got black friends"? Is that how we rollin' now? Kefalinos? Are you serious?

I personally want to get my hands on this one, but I ain't got tha money for a plane ticket. Who wanna sponsor me?

Whut Tha Hell is It?

Look who tha hell done crawled up out tha crypt... none other than your favorite Jackson. Latoya. Bless her soul.

It Ain't Where You From, Its Where You HAT

I love a hat. If you kno me, this is a fact that you're well aware of. Well, from tha looks of it, my Boo Jay and my Great Aunt on my daddy's side, twice removed enjoy a fantasitic bit of head gear as well. Mr. Carter is lookin like he in Russia, while Mama Aretha reminds us that she is a musical gift to tha World, bow hat properly cocked to one side. Comeonnowsomebody!

AT LAST!

In tha words of brutha Quest Love, we finally got us a President that "...nods his head on the 2 and the 4." And let me tell you, I couldn't be happier.

Giving Poets a Bad Name

I hav major beef with this Professor Alexander and her poem, or rather, tha presentation of it. And I'm mad at Obama for pickin her to be tha poet for his inauguration, too. Barack and I need to hav a conversation about this. Whut was he thinkin?!?! Whut was she thinkin???

Now, don't get me wrong... I understand. It ain't easy to be Maya. As a matter of fact, its IMPOSSIBLE to be Maya, so none of us should even make an attempt. However, there are those of us that don't try to tell you why tha caged bird sings... but giv you thee biz-nus, regardless. I could rattle off a lengthy list of poets that I kno personally who woulda tore that podium up, so its bothersome to see this woman get up there and read her peice, as if she had never layed eyes on it before. Where was tha earnestness? Where was tha celebration? Where was tha muthafuckin spit kickin?!?! Spoken Word may be dead, but tha word is alive! Damn, act like you kno, Elizibeth.

Tha REAL Dr. King

On this day and every day, let's honor tha real Dr. King... tha man that was openly Socialist and against tha Vietnam War.



And while we're being real, let's acknowlege that tha black community was lulled into a pacified, sort of comatose state after tha very small victories in tha Civil Rights Movement. Dr. King himself acknowleged that changing legislation and neutralizing segragation wasn't enough, and that we must really concern ourselves with and seek greater reformation within society before we allowed ourselves to be satisfied with tha current state of our community. There's still a lot of work to be done.

"And tha 'Nigga Please' Award Goes To..."

New blog, new shit.

If you kno me, you kno I cut up. If you don't kno me, this is your introduction (and let it serve as a warning, too).

There's gonna be A LOT of rampant madness taking place here, so tighten your suspenders.

I'd like to start with tha "Nigga Please" award, which isn't an actual award that I'll be handin out, cause, well, this is a blog and I got a budget that consists of a pack of Now or Laters and an EBT card. Tha "Nigga Please" award is more of a title that goes to a monkey-doodle-fool that I encounter as I journey down tha road of life. It can be a person I kno, or don't kno. They can be male or female, black, white, or another hue in tha patchwork of humanity, young or old. Really, tha only criteria is that they be caught by me, cuttin up.

Shall we procede? Yes indeed...

This week's Nigga Please Award goes to someone with a name that I won't mention, cause my Mama raised me right...

So, last night I had a dream that I thought was pretty funny. It was starring this guy that I used to call myself talkin to quite some time ago (who's name I won't mention...but he raps, and he's from LA). In tha dream -- which only lasted a few minutes, by tha way -- he was giving me a gift. I don't kno whut tha occassion was...maybe it was in honor of Chinese New Year. I didn't think it was odd at all, tho, cause really, I deserve a gift. So, he hands me this big ole, really nicely wrapped box, and I take tha top off...and whuts inside? No, not a dick. It was a coat which was identical to one he had given his baby's mama.Now, bear in mind, in real life I don't kno about any coat given to a baby mama, nor hav I seen a baby mama in a coat...but in my dream, I was aware that he had given this exact same one to her cause apparently, in my dream memory I had seen her in it or somethin. I don't kno. Dreams don't make sense. But anyway, I knew she had that coat and I was LIVID.He smiled this big ole proud grin, and I looked at him like, "NIGGA, YOU TRIPPIN!"And then I woke up.

And cause I had a dream in which he was up to his old monkey-mess, he gets bestowed with tha prestigious honor of this week's Nigga Please Award.