Wednesday, February 27, 2008


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Thursday, February 21, 2008

"If I Were President"

Hello All –

Now, I usually stay away from politics…well as they relate to actual Elections, but I can’t ignore the impending danger of having a Black Presidential Candidate get so close to the White House…after all, it’s named that for a reason!

Here’s a little something that’s been making its way through the WWW (world wide web)…why does WWW remind me so much of KKK – oh, sorry.

Who is Barack Obama?

Probable U.S. presidential candidate, Barack Hussein Obama
was born in Honolulu, Hawaii, to Barack Hussein Obama, Sr.
a Black Muslim from Nyangoma-Kogel, Kenya and Ann Dunham, a
white ATHIEST from Wichita, Kansas.

Obama's parents met at the University of Hawaii. When Obama
was 2 years old, his parents divorced. His father returned
to Kenya. His mother then married Lolo Soetoro, a RADICAL
Muslim from Indonesia. When Obama was 6 years old the family relocated to Indonesia. Obama attended a MUSLIM school in Jakarta. He also spent
2 years in a Catholic school. Obama takes great care to conceal the fact that he is a Muslim. He is quick to point out that 'He was once a Muslim, but that he also attended Catholic School ' (I was once a
human, but I also attended McDonalds. It didn't make me a cheeseburger either!!!)Obama's political handlers are attempting to make it appear
that Obama's introduction to Islam came via his father, and
that this influence was temporary at best. In reality, the
senior Obama returned to Kenya soon after the divorce, and
never again had any direct influence over his son's education.

Lolo Soetoro, the second husband of Obama's mother, Ann Dunham, introduced his stepson to Islam. Obama was enrolled in a Wahabi school in Jakarta. (Wahabi - that is NOT a brand of horseradish!!)

Wahabism is the RADICAL teaching that is followed by the
Muslim terrorists who are now waging Jihad against the
western world. (we're involved in a religious war for those
who have not yet figured it out.)

Since it is politically expedient to be a CHRISTIAN when
seeking Major public office in the United States, Barack
Hussein has joined the United Church of Christ in an attempt
to downplay his Muslim background.(the United Church of
Christ is a militant group dedicated to the principles of the
Black Panthers and Louis Farrakhan)

Let us all remain alert concerning Obama's expected
presidential candidacy. The Muslims have said they plan on destroying the U.S. from the inside out, what better way to start than at the highest level - through the President of the United States, one of
their own! Also, keep in mind that when he was sworn into office - he
DID NOT use the Holy Bible, but instead the Q'uran (their
"Holy book". It is in no way equivalent to our Bible.)

Please forward to everyone you know. Would you want this man leading our country?

After reading the above hate-rally-email, my cousin made the below comment:

“some racists, political extremist redhead is gonna assassinate him or attempt 2.....he will not last long trust me! a black president, no sir! He better hope he make it 2 the election!”

Unfortunately, I have to share her sentiment…this is like a fantastic nightmare. The realization of this election is rocking the world. I don’t know what’s going to happen if the “O” wins, but I can’t help humming Wyclef – “If I Were President”

Wednesday, February 13, 2008


Good Morning Boys and Girls!

A Teenage Love

“…everything seems so great at the startFor she loves him, and he also loves herAnd it's hard to turn back to who the person you wereBut later on, problems start to occurAnd the bond, which combines, y'all turns into a blurFor the feelings were the same, now here's the scoreYou love them to much, and they don't love you anymore”
(Slick Rick – A Teenage Love)

Awwww…poor Mr. Slick was probably a party of a broken heart, his or hers, but what can be expected from a “Teenage Love” LOVE – what does this word REALLY mean…who can best define it (certainly not I), but I know I don’t believe in “Love” at first sight or childhood emotions attempting to subsist in an adult world.

With the exception of Love and Basketball’s, “I’ve loved you since I was 11 years-old and the shit just won’t go away” – childhood “love” doesn’t really last, nor do I think it ever really existed…what can a child truly know about love – that grown folk emotion; Ok, I’m being a little facetious, but with a hint of minty-truth.

Can a person who expressed feelings as a child still have them as an adult? (Don’t answer that yet.)

I’ve found that the average person doesn’t really come to know or understand themselves until they’ve entered late twenties/early thirties, so what may have been known of oneself or that love interest probably no longer exist.

Like money, love just seems to be tossed around so frivolously which leaves a trail of hurt feelings and misunderstandings about the reality of love. Like bonds (money related – lol), love is best when it matures.

If you’ve ever loved a child as a child (no R. Kelly stuff), you’ll need to pretty much forget the past part of them and begin to learn what you’ve never known...then you can love (again, maybe).

Feel free to ask the above question NOW! Then check out the video.

Friday, February 8, 2008

What's Your Pleasure

“Some people like sniffing panties…”

Sorry for the crass beginning but it is Friday, so anything goes…Right? – RIGHT!

This lil tale of sheer insanity could be another insert into the “Dating Me” series, but I’ll leave the title as is.

Now as many of you know, I rarely get TOO personal in the blogsphere, unless I’m associating it with some sort of social issue or disorder and leaving you guys with a thought, question, or experience to share…and this is no different, but I’m about to get real personal.

I was dating (dealing) with this guy over the last couple of months…it was a somewhat awkward situation because he really didn’t make his interest clear. We met under the pretense of doing some business, but long after the business was over I was still getting random phone calls about pretty much-NOTHING! So, me being the impatient soul that I am, I asked…”what’s the deal dude…business is over, but you’re still calling and it sounds like you’re flirting with me, so what’s up?” – I think you guys know I’m direct, so unraise those eyebrows.

Anyway, I FORCED him into asking me on a date (you know I didn’t really force). So the “relationship” began and before long we were having relations – WARNING: PLEASE DISREGARD PAST POST CONCERNING ABSTINENCE!!!

THE INSANITY BEGINS: Now, I try not to be toooo heavy into astrology, but this guy is a Virgo and the stars say that we don’t mix well…I’m a Sagittarius. The stars said that I’d be bored with this sexual encounter (the stars ain’t neva lied – excuse my ebonics). But, the stars failed to inform me of what was to come. After TWO encounters I’d decided that this just wasn’t worth my time…I mean, if I’m going to ignore the policy of past-post it should at least be worth its “weight in gold.”

Again, my impatient-overly expressive personality kicked in and I told him that we shouldn’t see each other anymore because we were “sexually incompatible”…for some reason he didn’t take too kindly to that – MEN! He was adamant about having another opportunity to prove himself (bless his lil heart); me being such a caring, compassionate woman, I obliged.

During the “make-good” encounter we entered into a conversation about my first travel experience…now you guys should know I LOVE to talk, so in the midst of my rant he sneaks me…yeah, you know what I mean; he’d put the condom on and was on his way…WHY? Your guess is as good as mine. To my surprise he egged me on in this foolish episode of – “Sex and the Trip to Disney.” I wasn’t used to this kind of “experience” but was caught so off guard and by the time I regained my senses it was over.

Now, this dude is on point…I mean, he’s good-looking, intelligent and has his life in fairly good order and he’s a really nice guy with a hint of thuggish goodness, so I TRIED to stay into him, or at least let him stay “into” me…haha (sorry). I went on a few more weeks and encounters, but things were just not good. He just could NOT start anything up without engaging me in some senseless idol chatter…he had to get me talking about something before he could make his move. Now, I’ve heard people say they love the sound of my voice, but this was just RE-GAL-DANG-DIK-U-LIS!!!

The final ACT:
I’m lying in my bed FURIOUS at the fact that he’s just laying there (like he didn’t know why he was there). He’s playing this “shy” role like he doesn’t know what to do, but I knew what he wanted…I knew what he was waiting for…he wanted me to talk. That sick bastrid was waiting to hear my “seductive” voice tell a story then he’d make his move. Well since I was hip to his give, I kept quiet. He started talking about clubs in the area and I fell prey to his scheme and engaged - that was all she wrote, he quickly mounted me as I lay on my stomach with my head resting on my folded arms. He’d put the condom on and was going for a homer – NOT! “get the hell offa me!” is what escaped my lips with disgust…”this is so over…I refuse to play into this insanity.” Well, he didn’t leave right away, but when he did he said, “I’ll call you later.” WHY! Sir, this is a done deal.

I told a male friend about the strange experience and he said…”some people like sniffing panties and some like having “random” conversations during sex…it’s whatever gets you off.”

So, the question is: what bizarre fetishes have you experienced or exhibited?

Monday, February 4, 2008


"Something within me will always love him no matter what..." It seemed like the thing to say. It seemed like the "right" thing to say. As if I was hopelessly in love. As if I had to love you no matter what. It wasn't true then. It isn't true now."

"I still look in my rearview mirror. I know you are there and I hate you."

"I hate you, Daddy...and that is how it is. That is real. I hate you. My posture is not reactionary. My soul is without torment. I thought it all out. For years I thought about all that I remembered. I though about all I had learned. It wasn't easy to get here, but this is the right place to be. The right mind in which to exist. I'm okay. And I hate you. "

"I've thought about killing you. I've watched you. I've wondered what you are. Why you are. What was your purpose? Is this what you were supposed to do?"

"I could kill you. But I wouldn't shoot you. I couldn't shoot you. I would stab you. This way we could spend some time together. This way we could look into each others' eyes. Maybe we would cry...Maybe we could make up a past, one where we smiled, laughed and loved. Maybe we could lie until you went to sleep."

"I tried to love you. I can't. I tried to understand you. I don't. I tried to move on, but I keep coming back to the same place. I keep coming back to the same reality...I tried to be big. I thought I could go past my feelings, I thought I could push it all aside, look you in the eyes and recognize some indisputable truth, feel some undeniable connection...So I called you. I called you four times. I listened. I waited. I was patient. I was wrong...When I was 12 years old, you killed my mother. I can't love you. I won't love you."

Fuck You
Your son

The above excerpts have been compiled from the book "Dear Daddy: I hate you - Letters to my mother's killer" By Butch Slaughter. You guys may remember me going on about him ALL of last remember "Why Our Children Hate Us - How Black Adults Have Betrayed Black Children."

Unlike the unified-accountability he attempted to place on the adults of the Black community through the text of "Why Our Children Hate Us," this latest work holds only one accountable - his father, for the murder of his mother. Like the previous work of truth, "Dear Daddy: I hate you," is full of enlightening probes rooted around the advancement of the Black community.


"This is a narrative regarding alienation. These are notes concerning seperation, distance and confusion. My personal experience might represent an extreme; not all Black fathers pull triggers. Still, too many fail to defend their children. Too many are the conduits through which the devil does his work."

Advanced copies of the book are currently available in short supply (FOR NOW), but they can be purchased in several bookstores within the Philadelphia region as well as Chicago (author's home town). He's also scheduled to do book signings and lectures in Chicago within the coming weeks (2/21/08), so SPREAD THE WORD!!!

A MOVEMENT is about to take uprising of sorts; He is setting himself to enact a vengence on all those opposing his love for his people and their (our) children and I'd say it's a HATE that's long overdue!!!

Of course I'd like to know your thoughts on what you've read, but more importantly... YOU NEED TO GET THE BOOK!!! BOTTOM LINE!!! Please drop me a note with your city and I'll let you know where you can pick it up.



Friday, February 1, 2008


It's been a LONGGGG time, but you guys have been in my thoughts...I just wanted to drop a quick line.

I can't wait until I can get back to this thing with SOME level of seriousness, but in the mean time and in between time. I'm supposed to be in the Chicago area within the coming weeks and I can't remember if any of the "13" are from there...LOL, but I hope to connect with whoeverI can.

Um...I don't have any jokes to tell or news to complain about (well, I'm sure I can think of I guess I just really missed you guys.

I DO have a great new book that I'll be excerping in the days to come (I know you-all LOVE when I do that), so I can thank me later. Seriously, it's going to make for some SERIOUSLY JUICY dialog.

OH, (Cap, Kiki, Sheletha and whoever) I had the PLEASURE of attending a party with my boyfriend Idris (you know who I'm talk'n bout)...I stood in his face taking pictures of him on my phone and smiling alllllll night long...LOL, boy radio sure has its perks! Anyway...I'll see you guys in a minute.

Nothing but Love,