It Almost Seems Heaven Sent......

I've lived through 9-11....

I've lived through the shouts of "Four More Years!"

Now, I'm living though the re-birth of a nation.

I'm more than proud to bear witness to the FIRST Black President of the United States of America.

Barack Hussein Obama Jr. I wouldn't be me if I didn't let you know....
If you're playing that damn Jeezy "My President Is Black" song to show your "support", then you've learned nothing about the journey this man made and what it truly means for us as a people.
I oughta smack you.

Political Lovechild?

This brings the phrase "I'm having Obama's baby" to a whole other level...

Sign o' the times?

Just thought this was funny...

We Will Never Forget...

It is important to take time out and remember those lost in the 9-11 attacks.
My heart goes out to the families and friends of the victims.

Dance, I say! DANCE!

The article from AP quotes:

"A performer with the famed American Alvin Ailey dance troupe says he was twice forced to perform steps for Israeli airport security officers to prove his identity before he was permitted to enter the country.

Abdur-Rahim Jackson, an eight-year veteran of the African American dance ensemble, said he was singled out by Israel's renowned airport security because he has a Muslim name. He called the experience embarrassing and said at one point, one of the officers even suggested he change his name."


Could it possibly be because you were dressed like this? This seems to be the only published photo in relation to the article, so I'm led to believe this is what you were wearing.
I'd stop any man wearing this to find out what the hell you're up to!

Perhaps, had you dressed like you did for your excerpt in a PBS special,

you could of gone through security without a problem.

I don't think it was an issue of your name, Mr. Jackson, I think the real issue at hand was your choice of wardrobe.

A Yo, My Man...

TURN THAT S*** OFF!

I understand it's the summer, and you want to impress the young, feral chicks out there with your whip, but I'm going to give you some tips.

• There are no females outside to impress between the hours of 11pm and 7am. Is it necessary for you to come past my house blaring "A Milli" by Lil' Wayne at 3am in your homemade sound system?
• How do I know it's home-made? Well, when I can hear your muffler rumbling because of the self-installed woofers, and music cutting out due to your faulty wiring, I'm going to go out on a limb and say you did that work yourself...probably in your uncle's driveway.
• Why do you circle the same block 4 times in 6 minutes? If the dude isn't there the first 2 times you go around to make the sale, GO ELSEWHERE.
• If you have out of state plates that aren't in respect to the tri-state area, I ASSUME YOU HAVE A RENTAL. I of all people know when your car came from Enterprise. I know plates. I have no problem with pointing out to you, either.
  
• Wash your car, please! There's something wrong when I can't decipher the color of your car because of the amount of dirt on it.
  
• Do not leave the articles of another female in your car. If you actually experience the joy of having a sophisticated woman in your car, why ruin the moment with having your ex's lip gloss in the cup holder? If you actually let a woman drive your car, clean it extensively. Chances are, that lil lady you let drive it will give it a search comparable to the US Border Patrol.
  

• If your '70 Chevelle is not fly, DON'T DRIVE IT! I don't care what the hell you plan to do with it, it ain't nice now. Hide it in your garage until your 26'' rims are on and it's candy painted with the shades of an African violet in April.I think Jay said it best - "I'm young enough to know the right car to buy yet grown enough not to put rims on it." There's a time and place for every car, and if you have your "after work" or "summer ride" with rims and tints and all the bells & whistles, that's cool. If you're parking into your Executive Vice President space with the same car, then I feel sorry for you.

Head & Shoulders

Okay, I know you can't see it, but this chick has dandruff. I know for a lot of people it is a common occurrence, and I am guilty of it myself. (I have an extensive hair regimen that I perform weekly) However, let's be honest. You know when you have it. You know that scratching makes it worse. If you see it before work in the morning, grease it up, gel it back, do whatever your temporary fix is to deal with it until you go home. Then, WASH IT. Don't let your dilemma exceed 24 hours beyond the first sighting. This young lady on the bus did not even attempt to hide her flakes of dead skin. She wore her hair out, and had the AUDACITY to even put her hands in it and fling her hair over the back of the seat. I almost fell out on the Yale shuttle. Let me put it in perspective for you. Nasty things like that happen in slow motion for me. Sure, you may see it as a simple hair flip, but to me, I could see the individual flakes cascade down her filthy mane and plummet on my iPod. (Maybe it didn't touch my iPod, but hey, it could have.) Consider this your warning.

Good Black Don't Crack....Unless You Hit it REALLY Hard With A Hammer....

Has anyone seen the show "Glam God" With Vivica A. Fox? I mean really, who is she to give style advice let alone host a show about fashion? Granted, I'll give credit where credit is due, because I'm going to spend a LIFETIME trying to get a body like that, but WTF is going on from the neck up? The first pic was in her 50 Cent era, so its kind of understandable why you would want to "Keep Up With The Jones'" (No pun intended, of course) However, as time progressed, her chin has gotten noticeably longer...while her hairline is creeping into non-existence. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm not against having work done, but its important to know when to stop. If you're going to have a job pointing out people's flaws, it's best to first identify your own.

He is Risen?

The caption reads....

"The body of deceased Angel Pantoja Medina stands erect and leans against a wall by his coffin during his own wake in his mother's home in San Juan, Puerto Rico, Monday, Aug. 18, 2008. The last wish of Medina, 24, who was found dead on Aug. 15, 2008 underneath a bridge in the capital, was to be standing at his own wake, and was embalmed for the occasion."

Sigh....DEEP sigh.... Don't we have any meaningful last requests? What happened to "I want my fortune to go to charity..." or "Make sure my children are okay..." No sir, not here. His last request was "Yo, make sure I'm standing at my wake so I can scare the s*** out of people when they walk by." "Oh, make sure I got my fitted and my D&G glasses on" (Because those are the priorities of today's youth). Okay, maybe it wasn't specifically said like that, but you'll never see me proppin' Grandma in the corner.

Remodeled....

Okay...I've decided to revamp my page. Although I would love to talk about how flashy and fly my wardrobe is, I felt that it was more important to talk about something I'm more passionate about-Myself. I think that my adventures are quite intriguing, and I will now utilize this blog as my outlet to display them. Enjoy!