Leave Your Child at Home Day

Bring your child to work day - I only have a few meaningful words on this shit!!

LEAVE THEM LIL LOUD BAD ASS MOFO’S AT HOME!!!

Some of yall just don’t know how to bring one child – a well behaved one – and call it a damn day. No you gots to bring your nieces, nephews, lil cousins, your God Sister daughter & her lil cousin Sheneyquay. WHY!!!

After being home for 3 days (waiting on a laxative to kick in) with a super sized belly from tryna eat ALL of Lady Carabanas peas & rice, mac & cheese, shrimp, salmon and crab. Collard Greens, roast, potato salad – that girl put her great great great ancestors crusty foots in that food – the LAST thing I needed was to be disturbed by a bunch of bad ass chilrens!!

They are running all up & down the halls. Sticking they’re heads in your personal space when you clearly DON’t want to be bothered while their simple parent proclaims “he/she is just inquisitive.” No he/she is bad & NOSY!!!

See what these mammies – YEAH I said it!! – fail to do is have that ‘Bigmama’ talk with these heathens before they leave home. You know the talk where your Bigmama grab you by the ears and proclaims in no uncertain terms that she will “kill ya ass” if you “get in here acting like you ain’t got no damn sense”. Well the folks I work with obviously didn’t have a Bigmama – ‘cause if they did, they WOULD certainly know better.

I mean its bad enough I gotta sit in this biach all day and listen to Steven Seagal proclaiming “You Go Girlfriend” like he’s on a damn late night 80’s rerun of Oprah! Add these lil “angels” on top of it & I’m done. And no it’s not just ‘our’ little babies either. YT obviously didn’t have Bigmama chats either.

Damnit!!! I cain’t even finish my damn thoughts cause they have pulled the damn fire bell!!! All this noise in here!!! I’ll talk to yall later. I’m going down the hall with my shoe!!

Cam'ron the Idiot!

Normally I try to ignore these simple ass ‘rap’ artists & the dumb shit they say. But sometimes I just have to call these ignorant ass clowns on the carpet. With all the death and destruction, killing (Virginia Tech), maiming and other shit going on in the world & not to mention OUR communities. Come on people! I’m all for freedom of speech & hip hop artistry – BUT this right here- HELL TO THE NAWL!!







Cam'ron, a.k.a. Cameron Giles (CBS)
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(CBS) Rap star (FIRST WHEN DID CAM BECOME A RAP STAR) Cam'ron says there's no situation — including a serial killer living next door — that would cause him to help police in any way, because to do so would hurt his music sales and violate his "code of ethics." (They should have asked this NIGRA to define ethics) Cam'ron, whose real name is Cameron Giles(I’m going to find that birth certificate and change it to Cam Dumb Ass Giles), talks to Anderson Cooper for a report on how the hip-hop culture's message to shun the police has undermined efforts to solve murders across the country. Cooper's report will be broadcast on 60 Minutes this Sunday, April 22, at 7 p.m. ET/PT.

"If I knew the serial killer was living next door to me?" Giles responds to a hypothetical question posed by Cooper. "I wouldn't call and tell anybody on him — but I'd probably move. But I'm not going to call and be like, 'The serial killer's in 4E.' " Where is Jeffrey Dalhmer or Ted Bundy when you need them. This nasty neck nigga –YEAH I SAID IT- needs to be in somebody’s freezer!

Giles' "code of ethics" also extends to crimes committed against him. After being shot and wounded by gunmen, Giles refused to cooperate with police. Why? "Because … it would definitely hurt my business, and the way I was raised (Was he raised by a mother or a pack of crack heads? Hmmm), I just don't do that," says Giles.

Pressed by Cooper, who says had he been the victim, he would want his attacker to be caught, Giles explains further: "But then again, you're not going to be on the stage tonight in the middle of, say, Raleigh-Durham, North Carolina, with people with gold and platinum teeth and dreadlocks jumping up and down singing your songs, either. ( Is this clown actually saying that people with dreads & gold teeth are not capable of making INTELLIGENT decisions?)

We're in two different lines of business." "So for you, it's really about business?" Cooper asks. "It's about business," Giles says, "but it's still also a code of ethics." Rappers appear to be concerned about damaging what's known as their "street credibility," (Which half of dem ignorant so & so’s ain’t never seent no parts of the streets & will beat Flo Jo getting out the way at the first pop of a gun!) says Geoffrey Canada, an anti-violence advocate and educator from New York City's Harlem neighborhood.

"It's one of those things that sells music and no one really quite understands why," says Canada. Their fans look up to artists if they come from the "meanest streets of the urban ghetto," he tells Cooper. For that reason, Canada says, they do not cooperate with the police.

Canada says in the poor New York City neighborhood he grew up in, only the criminals didn't talk to the police, but within today's hip-hop culture, that has changed. "It is now a cultural norm that is being preached in poor communities … It's like you can't be a black person if you have a set of values that say 'I will not watch a crime happen in my community without getting involved to stop it,' " Canada tells Cooper.

Lord these are truly the last days. Black people are going to hell in a supercharged hand basket & niggas like Cameron are driving! Next he’ll say it a cool to wear condoms cause black men like to “feel” it! I am starting a Cam BOYCOTT right now!!!

Young people from some of New York's toughest neighborhoods echo Canada's assessment, calling the message not to help police "the rules" and helping the police "a crime" in their neighborhoods. Maybe this is why they are stuck in “toughest neighborhoods” & poverty. Elevate your mind so you can elevate your status.

These "rules" are contributing to a much lower percentage of arrests in homicide cases — a statistic known as the "clearance rate" — in largely poor, minority neighborhoods throughout the country, according to professor David Kennedy of the John Jay College of Criminal Justice. "I work in communities where the clearance rate for homicides has gone into the single digits," says Kennedy. The national rate for homicide clearance is about 60 percent. "In these neighborhoods, we are on the verge of — or maybe we have already lost — the rule of law," he tells Cooper. Says Canada: "It's like we're saying to the criminals, 'You can have our community … Do anything you want and we will either deal with it ourselves or we'll simply ignore it.'" I wonder how Cameron would feel if his Mom, Grandmother or sister or family member was shot, brutally murdered or beaten. Would he be singing “stop snitching” then?

YT always picks the best & the brightest to spotlight on T.V. to the rest of America. Peoples talk to your kinfolk so that can stop getting TV looking like a modern day minstrel show; Which reminds I got to write my protest letter to MTV about that damn Adventures in HollyHood!!

Wonderments

Sometimes there are several wonderments (is that a word?) that flow through my mind. It’s like the weirdest & strangest things just pop into my head. Like BOO Casper the Ghost BOO!!! So I thought I’d share:

I wonder when … Rev Al gone get them roots touched up. You can confront IMUS with a crinkly perm fro cause his shit don’t look too much better. But if you’re going after Hip-Hop better get your perm and your dark & lovely kit on standby because you know Fitty (personally I think he should be called 2 cent but what do I know.) keeps his sides faded up.

I wonder when …..Baby Mama # 6 gone stop believing Baby Daddy # 3 when he say he “don’t mess with” Baby Mama # 2 no more and that he’s a changed man. LOL!!! People close your legs.

I wonder why……Jason Whitlock don’t start the improvement of Black people beginning with his DAMN self! Have you seeeenttt that knee grow’s gut? That’s why he angry all the time. None of the hip hop video girls wanna give him none.

I wonder when ….. Lady Carabana gone cook me some damn peas & rice with some jerk chicken & hash on the side!!! She don’t know how to invite a sister to dinner!! DANG!! She knows me fiend for the Caribbean flavors of home!! LOL!!

I wonder why….Chicks with tattoos feel they have to show all of them at one time. Put some damn clothes on girl, especially if your belly ring stuck between your belly rolls & the sun stenciled around the center. The public should not have to be subjected to that.

I wonder why…. Black folks always worried about what other people think of us. NO erybody at the party is not going to be looking at you in your lil $2.50 outfit. NO ERY girl does not want your lil $1.35 worth of man. No we can not see your beady bead sticking out from your weave. Relax. Enjoy yourself. Stop worrying about who ‘hatin’ on you.

I wonder why … IN THE HELL these size 10 jeans say size 16 cause they way to damn tight & I know a 16 is supposed to be a little loose on me. Obviously some poor underpaid sweatshop worker sowed in the wrong label ‘cause they was rushing trying to reach their daily quota so they could get their rice ration.

I wonder when … Tourists will come to the realization that drivers in the District will run them happy pale leg asses over if they just two inches outside the crosswalk on a green light. They better start putting a warning in the “Visit D.C.” travel brochures. Commuters do not have time to be slamming on breaks for you, Mother, Gran, Gramps and Lil Susie while yall take pictures in front of the Cherry Blossoms. Get your ass off the edge of the curve, out of the street and back on the grassy knoll.

Just thought I’d share a little light wonderment with you for a Festive Friday. We can get back to fighting poverty, injustice and “nappy head” comments on Monday!!

The ROOTS Of The Issue

“My name is KUNTA KENTE” the slave defiantly cried!

“Your name is Toby” insisted the overseer while instructing the “trusted” slave to administer another crack of the lash on KUNTE KENTE’s back.

Tears began to form in my eyes as I sat riveted to the television screen. ROOTS the movie of all movies for my people, brings me to my knees each and every time. To know what my people suffered – so that others might be. It was such an overwhelming thought I fell prostrate across my bed – yes I’m extra dramatic, but doesn’t this warrant drama?

I eventually drifted into a fitful sleep. Hours later I awoke not to the smooth feel of my 600 thread count sheets, but to a rough burlap sack scratching the skin off my back. What in the hell is going on I thought. Then I realized I have to be dreaming.

Here I was on Mainstream Media Plantation. A slave to Massa MSNBC hired out to his neighbors CBS and General Electric at will. Never seeing a dime for myself to put up towards my freedom. Instead I was shucking corn & peeling ‘taters for Massa’s big party. All the slaves were talking about it. Old slave Snoop was gone sang his signature “I Don’t Love Dem Hos” for all of YT to waltz to. He had been showing off to Missy Paris all day while she laughed and clapped and proclaimed what a “dumb nigger” he was. This made him so proud; he offered to sing a special song at her upcoming birthday party. He’d even have old chicken dancing Con Ludacris to come with him. Give the YT folks two slave shows at the expense of many (yeah catch that meaning if you can).

Anger was simmering in my heart and suddenly came to a boil as I watched Goober Game lead a group of female house slaves in a circle for the visiting Massa’s from the other plantations. Giving instructions on how they should shake their ass and bounce their breasts so Massa could get a good look at ‘em. Letting them know that their performance and his narration of all their HO talents was going to be his entrance into the “Big House”. If they shook their tales enough, crawled between enough legs to do unspeakable acts – especially if they were as good as Karrying Karine, (whom Massa had given her very own cabin cause she was so good at being the lascivious, do anything for a shiny penny HO they knew we all had to be, so she could train the other slaves); He was “gone be ‘llowed to sit at the table and be dey’s equal”. Just the thought of all the broadcloth and stickpins he would have made him nigger grin even harder.

“Them some hard core HOS” one of the overseers cried out.

“Yeah, some NAPPY HEADED HOS” laughed another. I recognized the voice of that Ole Overseer IMUS. He always had something to say bout us black slaves.

Suddenly I woke with a start clutching my pearls with a silent scream lodged in my throat. I had heard this before and it was NOT on some 1810 plantation lawn either. It was just the other morning. April 9, 2007. Exactly 142 years to the date after General Lee surrendered and the Civil War was over. Had my people not progressed any further since that time?

As I got out of bed to try and pull myself together, I had to face the stark realization that we actually had not. No matter how much education, money, manners, fine cars & clothes to the established “mainstream” we’d always be niggers! Unfortunately Black Women, who have bared the burden of this world on their backs for centuries, bare the brunt of this abuse. Always maligned, marginalized, and exploited in the most degrading sexual insinuations that we are all known as “NAPPY HEADED HO'S”. From the gyrating Video Vixens to the glorified ghetto Baby Mama to STRONG, EDUCATED, TALENTED FEMALE ATHELETES at one of the most prestigious schools in this country. We’ve been reduced to “NAPPY HEADED HO”.

Just as we stood on the auction block being appraised by the width of our hips, the fullness of our lips, thickness of our thighs, how sturdy we would be to bare children. How sexually unrestrained we would be for any man’s pleasure. So are we still judged today!

However we are not afforded the reasons our ancestors were to allow this to happen. We are supposed to be FREE. We should know better. Instead Black Americans are caught in a new type of slavery. Our hip hop artists make millions to put in the pockets of others at the expense of the BLACK WOMAN. Our so called leaders have traded in their walking shoes, shouting voices and fiery conviction of the Civil Rights movement for the comfort of a seat in the room where the table is located.

As parents we no longer teach our children the value of a good education. Instead we instill the constant thirst for the material things we feel make us equal. So we can say to the world “Look at me! I’m different! I’ve made it!” Instead of continuing the battle cries of our forefathers that would hopefully incite a roiling of indignation in the belly of the underserved, underprivileged and misguided.

We cannot place the blame solely on the lips of Don Imus because we lay the words on his tongue. We made it ok for Black Women to be “Baby Mamas”, “Nappy Headed Ho”, “Biaches & Tricks” and whatever else we are calling ourselves these days. Until we hold ourselves accountable and stop vilifying those of Cosby’s ilk for speaking the truth about our weaknesses we will forever be reactive versus proactive. Black People we have to respect ourselves before we demand it of others. I cannot be outraged at my brother being the YT man’s nigger in the streets if he is still my nigga at home because there is no difference. It’s all semantics but the meaning remains the same.

But the biggest power of all. The strongest weapon we have - is the DOLLAR! Black people are a billion dollar people. We spend money we don’t have on the latest consumer goods and YT knows it. So let’s learn to speak with our wallets. If we stop supporting the people – MSNBC, CBS, GE and whosoever else that support the people that don’t like or disparage (black artists included) OUR people, than our message will hit its mark.
I am an ADVOCATE of FREE SPEECH but not VITROLIC HATE!

Good Friday Steamed!!

I AM SO MAD AT YT TODAY!!!! I cannot surf the NET! Call my mama! Check and see if Lady Carabana ever came back from being lost on the beltway. Take my usual two hour lunch!! NOTHING!!! Who ever heard of giving people a whole lot of deadline important work on a Friday? A GOOD Friday at that!!! Don’t these heathens know Jesus DIED on the Cross!!!! They better be glad I got to pay my cable bill & car payment – cause I cain’t take the training with the crazy people – or else I would quit this BIACH today!!!

They know good and dang on well I don’t do all this work on a Friday. I really don’t even have time to entertain yall. Matter fact I hear my boss coming down the hall now!! That heffa had me stretched out all this week!!! She know I was still distraught until they reopened Crossroads. Now I’m going to be to tired to go.

See if yall sent me donations, I wouldn’t have to put up with this!!! Anyway I gotta go. I’ll laugh with you Nigras this weekend!!