Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Hillary Mispeaks+ Mishears=Misleads
Suffice it to say that my words ring true. Clan Clinton - and I mean that - has proven that the only thing they are after is a monarchy. Give it up. Let the old dog - and I mean that - lie. Cause he has. Bill has spewed more spleen than a junkie on Christmas - forced to sit at the big table and jonesing for his next fix. Which would be when ole wifey slithers into the White House and Clinton reigns supreme. Except, it has become increasingly clear, that something dark this way comes. Obama. America may not be ready as a whole, but enough are ready to support a man with a vision - regardless of and in the way of bleeding heart liberals - because of - his color. And due to this, we are in for a long drawn out battle. Some are betting that Obama will lose to McCain. To this I say - if America is so cursed that McCain becomes President, than may a hundred bats beat the eaves of the houses of all who voted for him until the roof crashes in about them and a din drowns out all contact with the outside world. To be real, McCain would be the beginning of the end. I want change we can believe in.
Fo real...
Friday, January 25, 2008
Fuck Hillary...
To be brief - coons should be shot. When sambos first called "Slick Willy" the "first" black president, they ate the hog maw that is now killin' them with high blood pressure. Shocked that Obama is being stung by Camp Clinton? That the race card is being thrown down like dirty drawers on prom night? Then you must be drinking Wonka juice, oompaloompa. The game is old. Divide and conquer. Go to a reservation and ask an Indian. Sadly, it seems that Uncle Toms continue to sever a brother in half for a chance to get a bit more fatback. Hillary will eat chocolate youngins for breakfast and sip tea to wash down the acrid taste of blood. Trust. In the end, darkies iz still in da dark. Fo real. I will root for Obama. And I will put out there "he will win." And what?
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Snoop Dogg IZ Sensual Seduction...
This is the reason for so many things...Happy Sweet Black Baby Jesus Day!
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Britney's Sis is a Hot Mess...
Are we surprised? Honestly, I will not elaborate long on such as trashy tizzy. But in brief, this family is a look into the inner workings of white trash. You can give em money, but they still bamma...Of course some ask "Should she be canned from her gig as a young starlet?" Yes. Who wants their wee wonder wanting to be like she who is not smart enough to cap that? and lastly, if this was, say, Raven Simone (who still pretends to be a teenager though she is about to get AARP membership and should be in a show called "Cougar Brawds" not "Cheetah Girls") - the phrases "Baby Daddy" and "knocked up"would be be front and center. Bamma...
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Santa Claus Is A Black Man
Ok - why do I love this song? Why is Wendy Williams running it like Mike Vick ran them dogs? It is obvious. And by doing what I do and being who I be- I actually know the wee girl, Akim and have met the one and only Black Santa, the splendid Mister Teddy Vann. I can't write this stuff - but I do! Play this song = Santa Claus is a Black Man from the Teddy Vann Production Company - YEARLY!!!!!! Troll the web. You too can join the ranks of the elusively perverse John Waters who has realized its hotness and put it on his "A John Waters Christmas" album. Talk about pop-culture status. The world is tiny - and yes, Santa Claus IS a Black man. Can you dig it? >
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Buckwheat Goes French...Mon Dieu!!
Comme j'adore c'est mec la! I am impressed by soooo many things chez Kamini. He has courage, drive, determination and obviously, a healthy sense of humor. Hell, with that attitude, Super Sarko better watch out. Kamini could easily take over the country and sell Soft Sheen to the masses of African immigrants who lack a good soul glo. And weave for that matter, but what can you expect from a country that eats hamburgers with a fork? Kamini, kick it like the bonne homme you iz.
An Angry Remix on a Horrible Situation...
Firstly, my heart goes out to the West family. As a mother contemplating - hell - a SLEW of surgeries in the next five years, I can NOT imagine the horrible shock the West clan is going through. Doctor Donda West, rest in peace. This remix is by what I can only imagine is a LIVID fan of the West family and/or a MAJOR enemy of Dr? Jan Adams. The re-mix master's voice is other-wordly and carries a certain vibrant, je ne sais quoi with it. "You know what you did..."
Delhi battles monkey menace...
"The monkey menace is at its worst..." This is a quote, people. Honestly, this monkey bidness is out of control. It has to stop. And that snicker you are holding in - just not well. Give me a banana, now.
Monday, November 12, 2007
I AIN'T THE NANNY
So...what can I say besides the fact that my wee one is a bit more "au lait" than "cafe." This leads me into and out of all sorts of funny, sad, trying and downright BANANAS situations.
Case in point - en route to the gym last week, I crossed a street. Passing in front of a white van driven by a salt and pepper haired white man of say, 50 years of age who was accompanied by a black man of say 35 years of age, a scenario commenced.
I was ogled from head to toe - like I was a steak and they were the last carnivores. Fine - I mean I am used to such elementary forms of appreciation by the male population, being bodascious as I am.
White man sticks his head out of the window. He smiles and says with his face aglow like a pumpkin on Halloween: "I want a baby sitter like you!" Black man smiles and nods - grinning like the cat who ate the proverbial canary.
Me - I winked. Cause, they meant no harm. How were they to know that lil' au lait was my son, not my charge?
Oh...mama ain't never said there'd be days like this!
Smell Yo Dick
Now, what we are really seeing is somthing that is PHENOMENAL!Riskay is SPEAKING to a MASSIVE...an I MEAN that. Sure, you may not need Riskay at your art opening - but for a Cosmo on a Saturday night at the skate rink, she's a ride or die pal...probably die, but hey.