Sunday, December 30, 2007

Catch a Nigger by the Toe

I had heard tell of this, but did not make anything of it until I read it on my twin’s blog.

Damn it, I always start these blogs off in the middle the story. What I am referring to is the fact that hip-hopper, Nas, has chosen to entitle his most recent CD, “NIGGER” (I refuse to refer to it as the “N” word. Call a spade a spade, I say-which is a saying with racial connotations in its own right). And he uses the word NIGGER in all its glory. None of that sissified “Niggah” mess for Nas. No, sir. If you gonna go you gotta go hard, Damn it!
Of course, people like the Rev. Jesse Jackson and my twin, Ivent…are extremely pissed and put off by the use of the word, but I want to reserve judgment until I hear the CD. I want to know the method behind the man’s madness. After all, look at the title of my blog and it is in no way meant to offend, but to enlighten, poke fun at and possibly even empower (maybe a little?).
Okay, who am I kidding? I am totally old school and don’t really get into this artist, such as Nas and the rest, so I will by no means ever listen to this nigger’s CD, but I say if the man has good intentions behind naming his album what he has named it, and he says he is doing it to take back the word, then more power to him. I personally don’t see how you can take back the word nigger. Hell, that word never belonged to us; it was just used against us. But I do understand the concept of trying to take some of the sting out of the word. And if the songs on his CD do that then I say, don’t hate, congratulate. We, especially as black people, are so quick to pass judgment on our own folks. Give the nigger…I mean brother, a chance before you start casting your stones. Damn!
The word nigger does not offend me. I think we give the word too much power and because of the power we give it, people are still able to use it against us in a hurtful manner. Don’t get me wrong, I know that the word, itself, is shrouded in racism, hated and a whole shrew of other adjectives. Hell, I am trying to get my family not to pass it on to another generation, i.e., my little two year old nephew, but alas, I am too late.
I’ll admit that when I hear a group of youngsters using the word to express themselves, especially when those youngsters don’t look like me, I have a tendency to cringe. But I am so over allowing that word to have power over me. Well, not completely. This white man, so I am told, called me a nigger a couple of weeks back when I yelled at him for almost hitting my squad car with his eighteen wheeler (dumb ass). He didn’t say it until I was out of ear shot, but the young blacks around me made a point of letting me know he had called me the word. I told them that words didn’t hurt me and to leave me alone, but the reality was that I was pissed that the bastard had used the word against me and if he had been man enough to say it to my face, he and I would have had all kinds of issues. But what can I say? I admit to still being a work in progress. But that’s my whole point. People who use that word are just pussies. Why even give them the satisfaction of letting it get to you. If we can take away the power of the word it might just die on its own, but a long as we keep fighting it the more power we give to it. Am I the only one that sees that, or am I just a blubbering old fool? (Don’t you niggers be calling me no blubbering old fool. LOL).

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace into the New Year and beyond.

Who the hell is Nas anyway?

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Does Chris Stroke or Not?

Okay, I’m gonna try to keep this post short and sweet, since it seems that everyone in their momma have already broached the story in one way or another. I’m also not going to post the video clips from YouTube, because I am sure you have already seen those as well.
What am I talking about? The claim by two former members of B2K that their manager, Chris Strokes, molested them before they were even teenagers. The allegations stem from a video made by Raz B, aka Demario Thorton and his older brother Ricardo. The duo both claim to have suffered at the hands of Mr. Strokes (no pun intended).
Raz-B, who says he can not speak for the other members of the former singing group, also believes that Omarion, Lil’ Fizz and J-Boog may have also fell victim to Chris Strokes alleged pedophilia. Of course, Omarion has already gone on record to straight up call both Raz-B and Ricardo Thornton, Butt Ass liars (I added the butt ass part). According to Omarion, Chris Strokes was like a father figure to him and many others in the industry (and we all know how fathers don’t molest their own kids).
- I didn’t know Chris Strokes was Omarion’s uncle. And, apparently he is Raz-B’s cousin. Say what!-
If you have seen the video postings on YouTube you might remember hearing the voice of a man, who is suppose to be Chris Strokes, saying “I don’t do that anymore. That was me years ago…I just don’t do that in my life anymore.” (We are talking about something that happened ‘years ago’, nigga. Shut the fuck up.)
Chris Strokes say that the above statement was taken out of context. That this whole thing stems from the fact that he has recently stopped supporting the duo; as well as assisting them with their criminal and legal problems (and that was what he was referring to in the telephone conversation). So the little bastards are just being spiteful. After all, he (Chris Strokes) is has been married for years and have kids of his own. Not to mention the fact that he is not gay. (And God knows that heterosexual, married men with children of their own do not molest. Just ask Senator Larry Craig).
Anyway, let me just end this post by saying that there is nothing funny about pedophilia. It is a horrible thing and pedophiles are some of the most reviled members of the human race. That being said, if Chris Strokes is a pedophilia then his parents named him right. Apparently, Chris does Stroke.
Anyway, this all becomes a mute point, because Raz-B has already gone on record and recanted all of the slanderous statements that he made regarding Mr. Strokes.
Ain’t that a bitch? You can’t take that kind of shit back. It’s like trying to take piss out of a swimming pool. It just ain’t gonna happen.

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Dumb Joc

Everyone know this nigger? He is the Grammy Nominated rapper who co-wrote and sung the song, “It’s Going Down.” Well, apparently the young brother wasn’t lying when he put in his lyrics; “Any where you meet me, guaranteed to go down.” I guess that includes the airport, because it was this past Sunday morning that the rapper was hooked up and placed in jail for attempting to board a Delta fight to Atlanta with a loaded gun in his carry-on bag. What the fuck? Who the hell flies Delta Airlines?
Anyway, Mr. Joc, whose real name is Jasiel Robinson, was official charged, the following Monday, with a third-degree felony for carrying a concealed weapon. He could also be looking dead in the face of a federal charge, which is never good.
Yung Joc, thanks to the glory of money, was able to post a bond of $50,000 so that he could be home for Christmas. His arraignment was scheduled for some time today in a Cleveland Municipal Court.
Now, as far as the gun is concerned, airport security says it was a loaded semiautomatic handgun that the rapper claims not to have any knowledge of where it came from or how it got into his bag. Don’t you hate it when that happens?
In my humble opinion, they need to change the brother’s name to Dumb Joc, hence the title of this post; but that’s just me.
Anyway, I am sure he will beat the charges and there will be no consequences or repercussions for the brother’s stupidity or lack of judgment (which ever you prefer). I applaud these young and talented brothers for their abilities to move up in the world and make some decent money. However, I hate the fact that along with their newly found affluence that they are longer forced to be held accountable for their actions. Come on, what kind of message is that sending?

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

(Oh, and have a Kicking Kwanzza. This is the first day of the African Holiday, incase you didn’t know.)

Merry Christmas

What a wonderful Christmas. I worked from 10:30pm to 8am, and I must say that instead of acting as if they had some since the citizens acted their asses off. Anyway, I went from work to my sister’s house for our tradition of Christmas breakfast. From there we went to my sister’s in-laws to have dinner and after that to my mom’s house to have a little get together. I was a wonderful Christmas. The best one ever, I would say. I hope all of my brothers and sister’s had as good a a Christmas as me. Good bless and know that you are loved; from my blog to yours.

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Monday, December 24, 2007

Someday at Christmas- Stevie Wonder

Here it is, folks. My all time favorite Christmas song; "Someday at Christmas." I feel this song down to my very core and it speaks to all of the things that I wish would happen in this world. It is the dream of the perfect utopia, where we all get along and love one another like we should. A world where I don't have to worry about someone stealing my little nephew's innocence, or harming someone that I love. This song, to me, speak of what Christmas should be about. It cuts through all the commercialism and me, me, me and speaks to hope that the whold world can learn to live together in unity. What a wonderful dream. Wouldn't it be something if that happened, just once?

-One Man's Opinion. Peace.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Kenny Loggins Celebrate Me Home Live 1991

I love this damn song. I have no idea why. How the hell do you Celebrate somebody home? Is that even proper English? It doesn't matter, because I love the hell out of this bad boy. Call me a dork if you must, but for some reason this song touches me, like a hooker behind the church house. And that it why, Kenny Loggins' Celebrate Me Home takes the number two spot for my all time favorite songs leading up to Christmas. Now, you don't have to like this song, but if you don't like my number one pick (tomorrow) we are gonna have problems.

-One Man's Opinion. Peace.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

all i want for christmas is you - mariah carey

Okay, with this bad boy, I should be back up to speed. I love this song, not particularly this version, by Mariah Carey. Don't get me wrong; I love me some Mariah, I just like the orginal version of this song better. But this one jams too. Do people even use the word "jam" any more? Hmmmm.

-One Man's Opinion. Peace.

Feliz Navidad

I actually hate this song with a passion, but it has it's place at Christmas time. Plus, I want to give a shot out to my Spanish speaking peeps.

-One Man's Opinion. Peace.

Rocking Around The Christmas Tree

This video sucks like nothing I've ever seen, but this is the rockingest Christmas sone in the world. You heard?

-One Man's Opinion. Peace

HOME ALONE --jingle bells rock

Nobody can rock a Jingle Bell. Listen and enjoy.

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Please come home for christmas- Bon Jovi

First let me apologize for being out of pocket for so long. I had some medical malfunctions that could not be avoided. But I am back and ready to roll. So, now it is all about playing catch up.

Now, everyone knows that song, but I believe people are probably more familiar with Aaron Neville’s version of it. However, truth be told, Aaron Neville gets on my nerves. Buy some pants that fit, niggah. LOL. Anyway, you should like this one. And if you don’t…Who cares? This is my list damn it! Just kidding.
-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Monday, December 17, 2007

U2 - It's Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)

I don’t know why I love this song, but I love the hell out of it. It's a man's plea for his girlfriend to come back to him. Lord knows that Bono and U2 are far from the kind of music I actually listen to, however, take a listen. I’m betting you will be hooked as well.

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Snow Miser - Heat Miser

You got love these bastards from A Year Without a Santa Claus. They got there groove on. If one of these two don't make you smile then you are just dead inside.

-One Man's Opinion. Peace.

Saturday, December 15, 2007


I love this song. It’s so sad, with a very positive message. It was done by a bunch of white artist, trying to feed the hungry in Africa. Until I saw the video I had always thought it was only U2 had recorded this song. If you have never heard this song, please listen to it. Towards the end they let some black folks join in. Not sure what’s up with that. Why’d they leave out the black folks?

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Friday, December 14, 2007

TLC - Sleigh Ride

Day Two, till Christmas. I have always been a TLC fan, I have no idea why; it’s not they were the most talented female group in the world. It was just something about them that fascinated me. It’s kind of sad that their careers are over, but nothing last forever. I really like this Christmas song, by the group. It is just something about it that makes me smile. I think it is because it is not just your everyday remake of every other Christmas song. TLC brought something new to the table with this one. They don’t play it near enough during the Christmas holidays.
-One Man's Opinion. Peace.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS John Denver and the Muppets

With a complete lack of originality I bring to you my twelve days, before Christmas. Everyday, up until Christmas, I will be posting a video of one of my twelve favorite holiday songs (because I love Christmas music). So, be fore warned, that from this point on, this Blog will just be a sale out of Christmas songs.
My first song, of course, will be the Twelve Days of Christmas. I remember being made to learn it in Elementary School and why the Geese were laying Golden Rings. However, this is among my favorite Christmas Songs, because I love the Muppets. The Muppets make this song for me.
-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Ike and Tina Turner

Wow, Ike Turner died. I was driving over to my mom’s house when I heard on the radio that Beater of Beats died today at the ripe old age of 76. How could I not post about this? This is a milestone of a Look At This Nigger Moment.
I know you good people are probably expecting me to say something mean and smart ass about the man, but I have nothing negative to say about him. Hell, to be honest, the only thing I really know about the man’s life is what I saw on the movie “What’s Love Got to Do With It” and lets face it….that movie did not paint the brother in the best possible light (of course it wasn’t his story either, was it?)
I’m just glad that with all of his hardships, trails and tribulations, the brother was able to get his life back on track and enjoy doing what he loved to do (not beat women), make music. How cool is it that just this year he was able to win a Grammy in the traditional blues category for he and his band’s, Kings of Rhythm, album “Risin’ With the Blues”?

Say what you want to about the man, but he was a great talent who felt overlooked (and that’s gotta hurt no matter who you are). Besides, and I believe this much to be true. All things happen for a reason and had there been no Ike, I honestly doubt if there would have been a Tina.

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Sunday, December 9, 2007

It's Not Love, But It Is Like

When it comes to boy bands I have never been a fan. As a matter of fact, there are only a handful of male vocal artist out there that I enjoy listening to on a regular basis. All my music enjoyment comes from the smooth, soothing tones of the female vocalist. As a matter of fact, the few CDs that I do own are only of female vocal artists (I’m not sure what that says about me).
Anyway, I said all of that to say this. Although I was never a fan of boy bands, I must admit that I truly did enjoy New Edition when they where out there. They had a lot of nice songs that had a nice beat and positive meaning to them (I don’t know what the hell happened to them when they became that three person group, whose name slips my mind at the moment).
I didn’t really think about it at the time but New Edition led the way for other artist such as, New Kids on the Block, Boys II Men, Ol Skool, DeBarge, The Rdue Boys, The Boys, Force M.D.’s, Perfect Gentlemen, The Jets, Color Me Badd, Another Bad Creation, New Kids on the Block, All 4 One, Brownstone, the Back Street Boyz and N’sync. All of which had great success, but none of which I truly cared for.
I give them credit for singing songs without all the sex and violence that comes along with the worldly tones of today’s generation. Damn whipper-snappers.
Anyway, above is one of my favorite songs by New Editions. It still makes me smile and bounce, to this very day.

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace and Enjoy.

Friday, December 7, 2007

Peace Out, Jay-Z

Who gives a fuck? The scuttle butt is all over the place. First they say that Jay-Z is leaving Def Jam records because he wants to take up with Columbia records, where his girl, Bitch-once’ is hanging. Then they say that Def Jam is going to beat the nigger to the punch and drop his black ass from his position as President because they are “sick of his excessive demands.” Plus they say his ass is never around anyway.
Once again, I say, who gives a fuck? Not I said the chicken, I’m too busy getting screwed by the rooster and laying his bastard babies (Ha, I don’t know where that came from).
Let Jay-Z take his ass back into retirement, where he is suppose to be, like monkey man Fiddy. He’s got enough money and I don’t listen to his music anyway. Hey, Jay-Z…Be a man and get Bitch-once’ pregnant like all of the other female singers, damn it.

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Thursday, December 6, 2007

I'm Just Glad He Wasn't Black

I am so sick of these teen-age white boys getting hold of riffles and shit, going into places and taking out there frustrations on the world. That shit ain’t cute!
The latest example of this madness occurred in Omaha, Nebraska, where 19 year old Robert A. Hawkins smuggled a ‘stolen’ assault rifle into the Von Maur department store, in one of the biggest shopping malls in Omaha. High School dropout, Hawkins, smuggled the deadly weapon onto an elevator, exited the third floor and promptly proceeded to open fire on the Christmas Shopping Crowd (Fa la la la la, la la la la).
Witnesses described the shooting, that left 9 people dead, four injured, two who remain in critical condition, and one teddy bear wounded (I’m not being a smart ass, they actually reported that he shot one teddy bear), as a blood bath.
I won’t ask where the family of the boy is, because he reportedly had been kicked out of his home and was living with some Good Samaritan mother and her children. (I can’t stress this enough, people. We all want to help people out, but you just can’t open your doors up to strangers. You never know who you are letting into your home.)

Apparently the young shooter, who would later turn the gun on himself, left both voice and text messages to friends and family prior to the shooting. He also left behind a suicide note describing himself as a worthless piece of shit, but how he was going to be famous, and a will (I wonder what he had to leave anyone).
Oh and get this, Mr. Hawkins reportedly had shown the rifle to the mother that had taken him into her home, for over a year, the night before the shooting. What the fuck? I wish someone would bring a weapon of any king into my house. The woman said that she thought the thing was too old to work. Oh, really, well are you too old for me to put my foot up your ass? As an adult are you not required to ask some pretty point blank questions about where, when and how this little bastard came across this weapon; but only after you take the damn thing from his ass and called the police to come pick it up and place it into a property room until it can be properly destroyed.
Is this too much to ask? Am I in the wrong here? Hello!
It would seems that that the kid had some problems growing up, with his parents getting divorced when he was 3 (I don’t even know who my dad is), having to spend some time in foster care (not the first or the last to go through that), broke up with his girlfriend recently (you’re nineteen years old, get over it), and was fired from his job at Micky-D’s after being accused of stealing seventeen dollars (it’s McDonald’s, dude. Don’t put that shit on your resume and go get yourself a job at the Burger King down the street. And we all know there had to be a Burger King down the street).
I’m sorry, but I refuse to have sympathy for this little rat bastard. Life is hard all over. We all have our sob stories to tell. The reality is that he was not alone, he found someone who cared enough to take his mentally disturbed ass into her house and feed and clothe his scraggly ass and that is more than some kids get from their own parents. I’m not much on suicide, but damn it, if you wanna kill yourself, kill yourself, don’t take other people out with you. And my friend wonders why I like to take my gun with me every where I go. Because you never know when someone is going to pull some stupid shit like this, that’s why!
But you will happy to know that the White House has deemed this massacre as a “terrible tragedy”. Ya think?

On a positive note Omaha’s Police Chief, pictured above, Thomas Warren, is a brother.

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

It's A Snoop Dogg Christmas, Charlie Brown

Did you know this motherfucker was getting his own reality show? Can you believe that shit? Does this motherfucker even know what reality is? Isn’t his ass too constantly high even be aware of reality?
Anyway, I found this out while listening to the radio and I was shocked. Since I didn’t believe the shit I came home and immediately looked it up and sho ‘nuff. They is…They is giving his ass a half hour reality show! And guess what…It ain’t VH1 who is behind this shit (and y’all know how much they like to exploit the niggers for profit). Nope, it is E! E! television has committed themselves to a thirty minute reality show featuring the rapper, born Calvin Broadus Jr., which is a pretty pimping name if you think about it. I don’t know why he decided to turn himself into a dogg but as far as I’m concern, “His momma call him Clay, Im’ma call him Clay.”
Oh, and get this shit. The President and CEO of Comcast Entertainment Group, one Ted Harbert, has proclaimed Mr. Dogg as being “one of the most charismatic and intriguing personalities in pop culture today.” Say what? This white boy needs to get to know him some more niggers. But look at me judging. I don’t know Snoop so I guess I am in no position to say whether or not he is charismatic or not. I will say this though….I don’t know too many charismatic people who walked down a crowded airport, entourage in tow, cursing out the Airport police, telling his producers to stop kissing ass and then gets into an all and all brawl with said police (that right, I saw the video). Most charismatic people can talk their way out of a bad situation without causing a scene. But what do I know?
Anyway, that is neither here nor there. Snoopy’s reality show is set to premier sometime before the end of this year (and the end is drawing near fast). I’m assuming this is just a test case to see what the rating will be like before they add it to their Spring line up.
Question. So if Snoop Dog has a reality show does this mean the end to his rap career? Is he now officially a has been? Because, c’mon, let’s face it. If you see a reality show featuring some star it is a sure bet that star is a has been. (No offense to Salt and Pepa, whose show I love to death).
In closing let me just say that I am a reality show junky. To the extent that my family may actually have to hold an intervention for my black ass. That being said, I will not be watching Snoop Dog’s show on E!. Mainly because the man does not interest me. Hell, I don't even like to waste my time watching his mangy ass in videos and those are only what, three to four minutes long. I personally believe him to be a bad role model for our youth, promoting the use of drugs and making up fucking words because he can’t pronounce the actual ones in the dictionary (my opinion). However, I am interested in how real his reality show will be. Will he be pimping bitches, getting his hair braided, as he sits between the thighs of Puff Daddy, and will he be puffing on blunts while his ho, ho, hoes fixes him a sandwich. I guess that all remains to be seen, but not by me. I refused to be pimped out my the Snoop.

-One Man’s Opinion. Pe-zizzle.

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Vivica A Drunk

Can somebody explain to me the reasoning behind DWI’s and DUI’s? DWI is driving while intoxicated. DUI is Driving Under the Influence. As I cop, I always thought the two were one in the same. Here in Texas we only use the DUI term for anyone under the age of twenty-one who has any trace of alcohol in their system. It’s pretty much a class “C” misdemeanor and they can be cited and then released to their person, but not before having their license or permit suspended. I’m assuming that the term DUI has a heavier meaning in other areas of the world because Vivica A. Fox had to turn herself in to be booked for her DUI arrest back in March. And trust me; at 43 years of age, this bitch has been old enough to drink for quite a while.
Back in March, when she was initially stopped for DUI, Ms. Fox accused the white officer that stopped her of being racist. Forget the fact that she had an alcohol/blood level, well over that of the legal limit of 0.08. Get over yourself, Fox. Every damn thing that happens to you doesn’t have to do with race. When you play the race card and the fault lies directly in your lap you ruin the damn thing for the rest of us. Hell, the race card has been used so much in recent times that we even have white people using the damn thing. Why the hell are white people using the damn race card? That’s our card! It belongs to us! (Okay, sorry, I got off track there for a moment…)
Anyway, back to the topic at hand. Why is it that people choose to drink and drive? It is so very stupid. And as we have learned from my previous post; “Stupid ain’t cute…It’s just STUPID.” Maybe it’s just me. I have never been a drinker, and I have never even been so bold as to attempt to smoke a joint or do any other type of drug. However, I would like to think that if I did indulge in either of the two that I’d have enough sense not to drive under the influence of the shit. How many lives have to be lost because people don’t have enough sense not to drive under the influence?
I mean, it’s not that hard people. You know you are going out. You know you are going to drink, do drugs, or both. Find a fucking alternative to get home other than driving yourself; ‘cause let’s face it…the Drunk drivers never dies in the accidents they cause. It is almost always the person that they plow into. It’s sad. Make good decisions people, because this is especially the season for people to feel the need to get drunk and drive.

This post may have jumped from here to there but in a nutshell I am asking each of you to learn from the mistake that Vivica and others before her have made. If you are going to be out and about, getting your club on, please do not drink and drive. I know that once you have been drinking you feel like you are okay to operate a motor vehicle but let me clue you in on a little secrete. Every person that I have ever arrested for DWI have felt that they were sober enough to drive, and that includes the one that piss and shit themselves while enroute to jail. There is a reason why we don’t want intoxicated people to make those decisions. You know what that reason is? It’s because their asses are intoxicated! Everyone thinks they are okay to drive. Let’s not take that chance. Alcohol dulls your sense and slows your reflexes. This is not new stuff people. Why do you think drunk people fuck ugly people? Because, by the time they realize they are ugly, it is too late. Make good choices for the Holiday’s people, because I want you all alive in blogging well into the New Year. Plus, I don’t want none of you bastards plowing into the back of my damn squad car.
Hummmm…..What did this post have to do with Vivica A. Fox? Oh, yeah…she was the drunk heifer that had to be threatened before she would haul her ass down to face the music for being DUI in the first place. Way to go, Fox. Did you learn that shit from 50?

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

(That drunk people fucking ugly people crack was totally uncalled for. For the record, there are no ugly people in the world; there are just lower forms of pretty.)

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Death of a Rapper

Why are my black people dying?
I learned this afternoon that Rapper Pimp C was found dead in his LA hotel room. I know I am going to have to turn in my “N” card when I admit that I don’t know who Pimp C, born Chad Butler, is, but I have to be honest with my readers.
Right now not too much information has been released regarding the details around the discovery of the rapper’s dead body, but here is what I was able to find out for you.
Pimp C checked into the upscale hotel on the Sunset Strip back on November the 28th. He was supposed to check out yesterday, December the 3rd. Hotel Security apparently went up to the rappers room this morning and found his deceased body. A call was placed to 911 at around 9:20 in the morning and the paramedics came out to the scene and pronounced the rapper “DRT”, dead right there. Right now it is unclear how the rapper died and his Manager is requesting that out of respect for his family and those close to him that people refrain from rumors and innuendo about the rapper’s demise.
Request denied!
What? They don’t read this blog and although I don’t have any rumors I have innuendo out the ying yang; but out of respect I will narrow it down to one.
I think it was drugs. Plain and simply a drug overdose. I mean it could be any number of things. He could have very well died of natural causes, young people have strokes, heart attacks and aneurysms everyday, but I’m still going with the drug theory. I know what you are thinking. How come every time a young brother, who happens to be involved in the rap industry, dies in his hotel room somebody gotta think it is related to drugs? My answer? Why is it that every time some young brother, who happens to be involved in the rap industry, dies in his hotel room does it have to be drug related? I mean, let’s face the ugly truth; much like rap and violence and rap in guns, rap and drugs go hand and hand and more likely than not this death will be related to some type of drug overdose. Of course I could be a suicide thing too (suicide by drugs). The report I read said that the rapper’s family had called the hotel looking for him. Anyway, the Sheriff’s department is investigating the death of the young rapper, who was only thirty-three years old.
Let me just add, in closing, that no matter how Mr. Butler died it is always sad when anybody dies, especially when they had their whole life ahead of them.

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.


Damn it, before I get my post up and running good I find out that it looks as if it was natural causes that lead to the young rappers demise. Well good for him (uh, you know what I mean).

The rappers was found fully clothed and laying on top of his bed. They also said that there were no drugs or drug paraphernalia found inside of the hotel room. Of course, I already knew that. You know damn well if there had been the slightest amount of drugs found in the room the media would have started their headline with "Young Rapper Found Dead; Drugs linked to death." Anyway, they are still going to run an autopsy on the body, just to make sure, because you know as well as I do that some thoughtless nigger, with a blog, is going to start spreading all kinds of innuendo about how the rapper's death had to be related to drugs in some way, just because the young man was involved in the rap game. Gah, I hate people that jump to those type of insensitive conclusions.

Monday, December 3, 2007

A Diddy Don't

Okay, this is a messy one. And when I say messy, I mean MESSY. We are talking, claws out, hackles up kind of messy. And when I say Messy, I….Never mind. I think y’all get it. Anyway, because this post is so “messy” I have decided to dub this day, Messy Monday. A day set aside to lay down the dirtiest of gossip, whether if be true or pure speculation.
This just in, Hip Hop Mogul…Sean “P-Diddy” Combs has invited that skinny white boy, Donny, from Making the Band 4, to live with him in his Manhattan home. Donny is twenty-two years old and I am sure that Mr. Combs has nothing but the best intentions for the boy, but why is it that my mine went right to the gutter? That’s right; I think Combs is trying to Diddy that white boy, if you know what I mean. But, in case you don’t, I mean that I think Mr. Combs is trying to tap that ass (Hey, I told you this was gonna be a messy post).
Now, I’m not trying to pull anyone out of the closet here. I’m no Perez Hilton (Although I wish I was. That fat, pink haired bastard is getting paid out the ass). I’m not even saying that I think that Sean Combs is gay, by any means. I mean the man has had more lady loves than a pimp on payday (like that means anything). I’m just saying…what grown ass man invites another grown ass man to move in with him without having an ulterior motive? Okay, I know everyone is say that his motive is to make the boy a Super Star. Hell, he can do that without moving the little peckerwood in with him, can’t he? It’s not like the young man lives a life of poverty, because then maybe I’d understand. Nope, Donny lives a nice suburban life of a white boy. Besides, I saw Making the Band 4, and there was a “thick” white boy, who could sing his ass off, that, got eliminated. Donny didn’t have no talent. He just had the look. And besides, he is also the one that kind of got a little attitude when Diddy told him that he couldn’t dance (I think that shit “Puffed” up “Daddy”, if you get my euphuism).
Of course, it’s not like it’s anything new for the Hip Hop Mogul to invite his young male protégées into his house to live. Mase was about 22 when Diddy moved him in and Usher was only 16. Both were lived in guest for about 6 months. Of course, Mase went down the path of righteousness and we all know that Usher went on to marry his mother.

Anyway, I would like to take the time to apologize for the messiness of this post, but it was on my mind so I had to let it be known. Besides, there was nothing else in the news, with the exception of Vivica A. Fox not showing up for her DUI court date. Anyway, y’all can hate on me if you want, but you know damn well if Michael Jackson had pulled this little stunt, you’d be all up his ass (no pun intended).

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Saturday, December 1, 2007

Put the Breast Away!!!

Okay, I know I have already done my post for the day. And I know this blog is suppose to be all about my crazy, misbehaving brothers and sister but I ran across this youtube item and just had to speak on it.
Now you, my loyal readers, know me; I am the last one to say anything negative about anyone, especially not our white folks, but damn…when I see something that seems wrong (and I mean WRONG), I gotta speak on it, right? It’s my job, right? It’s why I get paid the big bucks for all my blogging efforts, after all.
Now far be it for me to say that white folks are crazy, because I don’t think that’s true (that crazy heifer, Britney Spears not withstanding). But this cow is crazy.
I have actually read about all the pros and cons about breast feeding. I know how good it is for newborns and how it facilitates their growth, both mentally and physically, but at what point does this become child abuse?
Let me tell you an actual story about breastfeeding a child, who is too old, and how it can lead to trauma. This is a true story, no joke here. A few years back I was over to a buddy of mines house and I was talking to his female cousin. I had just met her that very day. I forget how we came to be over to his house at the same time, but it isn’t relevant to the story. Anyway, so me and the cousin get to talking (friendly banter, I wasn’t trying to holla at her or anything). She was a nice, educated woman and I was enjoying our little conversation (and trust me, I am not a talkative brother…at least not to strangers). Anyway, she had her two sons with her. One was about ten years old, the other around five. The ten year old was the quiet, introverted type, not unlike myself. But that damn five year old was all over the place. Well, in the middle of our conversation, the little five year old comes over to his mom and starts getting all fussy. Mom, like any good mother, takes the fussy child’s behavior in stride, never missing a beat in our conversation. I, myself, am trying to ignore the kid, because I hate me some bad ass chillin’. Anyway, our conversation continues and the kid is still begging from attention from his mom until she raises him up onto her lap, lifts up a section of her sweater and then out falls the breast. I’m talking plop, plop, without the fizz, fizz. It was like the Super bowl and Janet Jackson incident all over again, except this chick was no Janet Jackson and this was most definitely not a wardrobe malfunction. And I’m here to tell you that the kid latched onto that breast like a tick on a bull’s ass.
Here’s where the trauma comes in...THAT SHIT TRAUMATIZED THE HELL OUT OF ME! I didn’t know that chick from Eve. Now I know her too damn well! Have you ever tried to have a casual conversation with a grown as women while she has her, old enough to ride a big boy’s bicycle, suckling at her bosom? IT AIN’T POSSIBLE!
Anyway, I said all of that to say this. Take away the breast, mom. Take away the breast!

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.
(Oh, and the woman in my story was black so I guess I was wrong to bring race into this post, but white people are crazy. I don’t care! LOL!)

Do You Know Who I Am, Bitch?

WTF was this dumb ass thinking? Is his show even still on the air? Seriously…is it?

Did you hear about this one, dear readers? It seems that talk show host Montel Williams was in Savannah promoting that program he does the commercials for…you know the one that offers free prescriptions to low income people? A very admirable cause I might add. Anyway, I guess some reported was interviewing him and said something that Mr. Williams took offense to, cause Montel to shut down the interview immediately.
As it turns out, later that day Savannah Morning News reporters, including one Courtney Scott, a high school intern for paper, returned to the hotel were the initial interview had taken place, on a totally unrelated assignment.
As they were preparing to film whatever it was they were there for, Montel walked up to little Courtney, along with his bodyguard (because we know how intimidating little high school white girls can be), stuck his finger in her face and said; “Don’t look at me like that. Do you know who I am? I’m a big star, and I can look you up, find where you live and blow you up.”
Can you believe that shit? The little girl was reported as saying; “I’m sorry, sir. I couldn’t tell who you were due to that blinding glare coming from your head.” (HA! Just kidding. She didn’t say that. I’m sure she was too dumb struck to say anything.)
The young intern wasn’t quite sure how to take the comment. (She should have taken it as a terrorist threat and reported his ass to the authorities. Where the hell does he get off?) Once again, niggers…This is not how we threat our white folks here in the States. I know they ass are getting a little too comfortable with us and shit, but we still have to follow proper protocol.
Montel, of course, would later issue a formal apology for overreacting to the situation. You see, he thought that the young intern and the other reports and photographer were there to confront him about his earlier incident with reports. (You ain’t Oprah, nigger. Ain’t nobody thinking about yo dumb ass! Hell, you ain’t even Stedman!)
I’m trying to understand why, out of everybody out there, he decided to confront the juvenile girl. I mean, I’m sure the chick was staring at him. Hell, she was probably thinking, “Is that Montel Williams? Gosh, I thought he was dead.” Or maybe, “Wow, is that Michael Jordan (you know how all bald, brown skinned men look alike)? Shesh, he’s really let himself go.” But whatever the reason she was staring at him, if she was looking at his at all, it still doesn’t give him the right to threaten the child. He probably traumatized the poor child. Now she’ll never find a nice, young African-American Athletic to marry.
Shame on you, Montel. When they taught you to ‘use your words’ in school threatening words is NOT what they meant. You stupid man-bitch.

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Friday, November 30, 2007


In the rap game it is kind of hard to make a stupidity scale because they are all pretty much in the same range of stupidity. Take this bastard…I’m sorry, I mean nigger; take this nigger, Akon. What the fuck is up with this brother? He already gets in trouble for dry humping some preacher’s slutty, under-aged daughter, writes a song of apology and moves on to his next project. Then, back in June of this year, he was performing a concert in upstate NY where someone threw something on stage. He has the perpetrator picked out and brought on stage at which point he proceeds to hoist the guilty 15 year old white boy on his shoulders and toss him into the crowd (and I thought we were hard on litterbugs in Texas). After this horrible act of violence is done he has the nerve to say; “Now we can start the show!”
What the Fuck? What the hell is wrong with you boy? We don’t toss our white folks around here in the United States!
True to the laws of gravity, what Akon threw up had to come down and in this case the young boy apparently came down on a teenaged, white girl (don’t any black folks go to this niggers concerts), who later was diagnosed with a concussion. The 15 year old boy who was initially tossed was okay though; according to the grapevine his fall was cushioned by the little white girl’s breast implants. (LOL. I made that last part up. Sorry.)
Anyway, Akon is now being charged with a misdemeanor endangering the welfare of a minor (which is a felony here in Texas, by the way. You know how we do) and second-degree harassment (and I can’t even begin to guess what the fuck that means).
Anyway, let me just say it serves Akon’s ass right. Nigger when you give a concert you are just suppose to get on stage and sing or rap or what every style of music you perform. You can gyrate you hips if you want, but you must bring your own people to manhandle and molest. You are not allowed to dry hump your audience members unless your name is Janet Jackson or Beyonce. And you definitely are not allowed to manhandle the little white chillin’. Lawds knows we have enough problems without you uppity niggers thinking you can just touch any white person you sees fit to touch. Damn, damn, damn! I understand the need to want to toss a white boy. Hell, we all get that urge every now and again. But you just can’t do it. It’s wrong. It’s just wrong.

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.
(I apologize, but I could not get the damn video to post from Youtube).

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Can't We All Just Get....Oh, forget it!

Remember this nigger? Maybe you don’t recognize him without his eyes being swollen shut and his head all in bandages. Yeap, you guessed it. It’s the brother who sparked the 1991 L.A. riots; Rodney King. Guess what’s happened to him now. He was shot. The Rialto, California Police Department responded to a call from Mr. King about being shot in San Bernardino. Someone had sprayed the unlucky brother with a shotgun full of buckshot, peppering his face, arm, back and torso, causing only superficial injuries (but I beat that shit stung like a bitch). After being shot Mr. King was able to ride his bike (I’m thinking a bicycle) from San Bernardino back to Rialto. I have no idea how far of a bike ride that is, but any bike ride has to be a bitch with a face full of buckshot. Of course that’s for the average Joe. Mr. King ain’t no punk. I mean he did survive 56 hits with batons, and six kicks (stay down, Rodney, stay down), which resulted in skull fractures and both brain and kidney damage, after being stop by the police for speeding back on March 3, 1991. Hell, his body is probably still fucking numb after all this time.

Right now it has not been disclosed the reason for the shooting. All that officer’s said was that when they got to Mr. King’s place of residence, he and some other people there were intoxicated. Well, duh! Shoot my ass in the face and I might have a drink or two my damn self, and I DON’T DRINK.

If I get an update I’ll let you know. I just wanted to be the first to let my people know that Brother King had gotten shot. So, apparently we CAN’T just all get along (at least not with him).

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

What About Justice?

Brandy, Brandy, Brandy. Poor little thang. If she had been ‘sitting up in her room’ maybe she wouldn’t have to be going through all this drama. Well, actually she isn’t going through much drama at all. As a matter of fact, her life is moving along normally…Oh, let me back up. I kind of started at the end of this post.
As some, if not all, of you may know back on December 30th of last year the R&B Pop star was involved in a major four car accident, while driving her ’07 Land Rover 65 mph on the 405 Freeway in Southern California. According to reports, Brandy didn’t notice when the traffic in front of her began to slow down and ended up plowing into the back of a ’05 Toyota Corolla being driving by a 38 year old mother of two, by the name of Awatif Adoudihaj. The resulting collision set off a chain reaction that ended in tragedy. After being rear ended by Brandy, Adoudihaj’s vehicle collided with a ’89 Toyota Tercel; which was driven by an 82 year old motorist. Adoudihaj’s vehicle then slide sideways into the center divider of the freeway before ricocheting back into a whole other lane of traffic. It was here that the fourth car involved broadsided Adoudihaj’s Corolla, critically injuring the mother of two who died the next day, while in the care of Holy Cross Hospital, from major blunt force trauma. 911 recordings
To her credit, Brandy would admit to Ponch and Jon (Ponch and Jon, get it? It’s funny because they were the characters of ’77 hit show “CHiP’s”. Never mind…) anyway, as I was saying, Brady admitted to being at fault in the whole debacle. The California Highway Patrol (see, “CHiP’s) found that the accident was simply that, an accident, and there were neither alcohol nor drugs involved. No arrests were made at the time, but there was talk that Brandy could face the misdemeanor charge of Vehicular Manslaughter.
Three wrongful death lawsuits were filed as a consequence of the death of the young mother. Three, mind you. THREE! I can understand one, but three is outrageous. Three is not sign of a grief stricken family, but a show of greed by a bunch of money hungry wolves who found out that the person at fault was of fame of fortune and felt that they could cash in on the tragedy (not unlike that bastard Ronald Goldman). You will notice that no one is suing the guy that actually hit and killed the young mother (at least nothing is being said about it if they are).
To date Brandy has not yet been charged with the involuntary manslaughter, even though it is believed to be enough evidence to show reckless driving on her part, which caused the accident. No one seems to understand why City Attorneys have yet to file the charges against the singer. If charges are not filed before year’s end, the whole thing will most likely silently go away and Brandy will be off the hook, at least criminally.
Well, I have an idea as to why Brandy should not be slapped with any type of manslaughter charge…because her’s was not the car that caused the fatal blow. She might have been the cause of the chain of events but I’m thinking that it was being broadsided by the last car that did the most damage. Why is it that no one is trying to charge 50 year old Mallory Ham for his part in the woman’s death? I mean, if he had been paying attention maybe he would have noticed that an accident had taken place in front of him and that there was a fucking car sitting sideways in his lane of traffic. I mean this accident happened at 10 o’clock in the morning. There is no excuse for people not being aware of what is going on in front of them. Can I get you to get your head out of your ass, guy? Mr. Ham is as much at fault, if not more so, as Brandy. As a matter of fact, any accident investigator worth his salt would probably have said that it should be Mr. Ham that should be in danger of facing the ‘manslaughter’ charge. The only reason that Brandy is being singled out is because she is a star with deep pockets. Somebody show me where the justice is if Brandy goes down for this by her damn self.
(The only positive thing that resulted from this is that Brandy was taken off that damn show America’s Got Talent)

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

A Site To Behold

Out of respect for my baby sister and twin, iventbyblogging, today I bring to you information on the following blog:
Click on the link to find out more information on BMA and its purpose. I got to admit that it is a very good idea and makes me feels guilty as hell about my blog, but…Whatever!
Anyway, check it out. Submit a piece and let me know. I’ll be reading….
Thanks “twin”. You have my back and I’ll have yours.

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Monday, November 26, 2007

Bang, Bang, Shot 'em Up

You know, it’s easy to be cynical. Hell, that’s why I do it.
Do you folks know this, Nigger? Washington Redskins safety Sean Taylor was shot on his home in Florida. I guess I shouldn’t call the brother a nigger, since he is listed in critical condition. So, before I finish this post, I gotta say that all my prayers and concerns go out to this brother’s quick and healthy recovery.
Twenty-four year old Sean Taylor is currently in intensive care after losing a significant amount of blood from the gun shot wound and enduring several hours of surgery at the Jackson Memorial Hospital. The blood lost was due to the fact that the bullet entered near the groin area, damaging the femoral artery. This lost of blood could very well have an adverse effect on the pro athlete’s brain.
Okay, here is where the cynical part comes into play. This shooting happens eight days after a prior burglary, at the same home, where someone supposedly used force to make entry threw a front window, rummaged threw the man’s drawers (not his underwear, mind you) and left a “kitchen knife” on a bed. What the hell?
As things relate to this current incident, police responded to a call from Mr. Taylor’s girlfriend, at 1:45 this morning, saying that the boy had been shot. The police are current investigation this incident as possible burglary or home invasion robbery. Whatever!
Once the Po-Po (as we like to be called) arrived on scene the girlfriend tells them that she and he were in bed together when a noise woke them up. At which point Mr. Taylor grabs hold of the machete he keeps in his bedroom for protection.
A machete? Are you kidding me? That Nigger needs to get with T.I. so he can hook his black ass up with a damn gun. You don’t bring a damn knife to a fucking gun fight. And who the fuck keeps a machete in the bedroom anyway? Protection my ass!
Anyway, after he grabs the machete the suspect(s) burst through the couple’s bedroom door and fired two rounds, one of which hit Taylor. (Police say nothing appeared to be taken.)
Well, you know what I thing? I’ll tell you what I think. I think Taylor and ole girl got into a domestic argument and the bitch took a gun and shot his ass. You know damn well that boy owns a gun. Hell, wasn’t it just a couple of years back that he was charged with brandishing a firing arm, while he beat the shit out of some guy who supposedly had stolen his SUV? Don’t play with me, nigger. I got your number.
Yall mark my words. This shit will all come to the light. Niggers can’t keep no secrets (unless it involved the deaths of Tu Pac and Biggie Smalls). Just remember…You heard it hear first.
Of course, this is all peculation on my part. I could be wrong and if I am I’d like to apology ahead a time, but is, after all, just….

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.


I am sad to say that Sean Taylor did not survive the gun shot wound he suffered at his home. I was driving home from my driver’s physical and it was mentioned, briefly, over the radio.
I was devastated. Not because of what I said in this post, per se, but because it saddens me to hear of the wasteful lost of such a young life.
We may never know the reason why, Mr. Taylor died (well, we know how he died, but you know what I mean). I would be surprised to find out if there were not so shady practices going on. However, right now that issue is mute. My sincerest sympathies go out to the young man’s family and let’s hope that the truth comes out and this young man’s killer is brought to justice.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Dennis "Freakman"

Talk about your blast from the past. When was the last time you saw this Nigger? Dennis Rodman. He use to play basketball, didn’t he? Or was he a fashion model for wedding dresses? I can’t remember which. Oh, well…
Mr. Rodman is in the news once more. Back in March of 2006 he was at the Hard Rock Hotel (I don’t know which one) and touched some chick, I believe she was a waitress, on the booty.
Actually the woman’s name is Sara Robinson and she use to act as the “beverage manager”; can you say, gloried bartender? In the lawsuit she filed in federal court, just this past week, Ms. Robinson accuses Mr. Rodman of rubbing against her body and slapping her on the ass (I didn’t even know white women had asses). According to the complaint Mr. Rodman was a guest in the resort and after several failed attempts at getting Mrs. Robinson’s attention, he proceeded to try to climb on top of the bar (told ya she was a bartender). I guess in an attempt to stop him Ms. Robinson stepped around the bar and that is when she was accosted by Mr. Rodman, who grabbed a hold of her, pulled her body close to his and began to rub his chocolate all up on her vanilla. When she tried to wrestle free from him Mr. Rodman reached down and slapped that ass of her’s (sound effect of your choice here).
Ms. Robinson was later fired by the Hard Rock, which she says is a resort of filing a formal complaint against Mr. Rodman for the assault on her person. Can you believe that shit? C’mon now…Dennis Rodman doesn’t have that kind of clout. Surely she was fired for some other reason.
At any rate, the court documents show that Ms. Robinson is now suing both the club and Dennis. Dennis for the assault and battery and the Hard Rock Hotel for negligence, since they failed to protect her from said assault.
I joke, but I wish Ms. Robison the best of luck. I have three sisters and four nieces and I am appalled by Mr. Rodman’s behavior. Surprised? No. Appalled? Yes. No one has the right to put their hands on a woman if she does not desire it; and Dennis Rodman….Ewwww!
Poor Mr. Rodman. He is no stranger to these types of lawsuits. Did you know that back in Vegas, 2001, a former craps dealer by the name of James Brasich, was awarded $80,000 in damages after he filed suit against Mr. Rodman for humiliating him in the casino of the Mirage?
Get this; Mr. Brasich alleged that Mr. Rodman rubbed his dice on the man’s head, chest, stomach and genitals during a game of craps in 1997 (I’m guessing/hoping this was done for luck). Okay, the head, chest and stomach, I might be able to understand, but don’t you think the guy would have made an attempt to stopped him before he got to the genitals. C’mon, he was obviously headed that way.
That verdict was later appealed and Rodman and Brasich were able to come to an undocumented settlement agreement.
Mr. Rodman, didn’t your mother teach you not to play with other people’s private parts? Keep your damn hands to yourself…or at least pick a side.

-On Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Hip Hop Hooray

Damn it, I hate it when I’m positive on this blog. Still, just like I have no problem calling my people out when they are being stoop’it. I sometimes feel the need to give them a pat on the back when they do something great and unexpected.
Did you guys know that Lil Romeo could play basketball (I mean, really play)? I didn’t.
Did you know that he was an honor student at Beverly Hills High? Hell, did you know that there was an actual high school by the name of Beverly Hills High (You know that shit sounds made up)? I didn’t. Oh, and get this. This Beverly Hills High is ranked among the top fifteen prep point guards in the Nation. I have no idea what that means but, WOW!
I must admit, I never had much use for Lil Romeo. After seeing him on an episode of MTV’s Crips, I had him pegged as just another little spoiled, uppity, rich kid.
I never quite got the point of his television show on Nickelodeon. I always thought he was a sucky little rapper, wannabe, trying hard to keep up with his counterpart, Lil Bow-Wow. I’ll be damn if I wasn’t more than a little shocked to find out that he is an actual platinum selling, hip-hop rapper who has sold 20 million CDs and is worth somewhere in the league of $50 million dollars his damn self , because lets face it, both the boys acting and rapping talents are questionable at best.
Oh, and did you know that he has his own brand of potato chips, called Rap Snacks Inc? I looked into this and was able to find out that each bag of chips features a cartoon and biography of one prominent rapper or another. He has dubbed his salty treats as being ‘The Official Snack of Hip Hip’ (so maybe on Hip Hop artist purchase the shit, but I’ve never seen it around anywhere).
Okay, okay. I almost forgot that this was supposed to be an uplifting piece on the young rapper (sorry, it is just so easy to revert back to type).
The reason for this post is to give Lil Romeo his props, because although all of shit above is impressive I am more impressed that, with all of his fame and fortune, Romeo completing high school with top honors and was able to win a full basketball scholarship to the University of Southern California. Now that’s what I’m talking about! If you wanna impress me, show me yo academic skills. How come this kind of shit is never fully showcased by the media? This is some impressive stuff, which shows that not all our young black rappers are out there trying to be all gangsta with the drugs, guns and bitches hype (good job on instilling some values into your child Master P. Who knew?) I applaud Romeo for his efforts.
Oh, and get this…Romeo is quoted as saying; “Getting a college scholarship is more important than winning an American Music Award, and I plan to be the best student-athlete I can be at USC.” I love that shit. If I believed in role models I think he would make one hell of a good one. Sadly, his ‘brand’ is not marketable to the world at large. Apparently you gotta be on probation to get some good press.
You go head, Lil Romeo. I ain’t mad at ya. Get yo Hoop Dreams on, because Lord knows your little ass can’t rap (Sorry, I can’t help myself).

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Turkey Day

Happy Thanksgiving. Don't eat too much and remember, I have to work tonight. LOL. All the love in the world, from my house to yours.
-One Man's Opinion. Peace.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

King of Con

If love and marriage go together like a horse and carriage, then I am guessing that marriage and divorce go together like chitterlings (chitlins) and hot sauce. Back on November 29, 2005, Mary and Steve Harvey divorce became final. Yesterday, almost two years to the date, Mary is now suing the couple’s attorney for allegedly “tricking” her into filing for a quickie divorce.
Ricky Anderson (who is a brother, I might add) not only served as the couples long term attorney, but also acted as their real estate agent; as well as the attorney over a butt load of Mr. Harvey’s company’s (thirteen in all). Mrs. Harvey said that when it came time for the divorce the shady attorney told her that it would be better and more cost efficient for him to act as attorney on behalf of both parties because he already new so much about the great Steve Harvey, where as a new attorney would have to take time to research facts about the man (interesting theory). Mrs. Harvey contends that the real reason that the attorney wanted to handle the couples divorce was so he could protect his own best interest (duh). By being allowed to handle the couple’s divorce proceedings the attorney was able to hide what Mrs. Harvey claims was her husband’s infidelity, verbal and physical abuse, bad parenting skills. It was important, after all, to keep the King of Comedy’s squeaky-clean, good Christian persona intake.
To top things off she says that the attorney told her that she was not able, by law, to sue for more than 1000 a month in child support. No more than 1000 a month, folks! Can you believe that shit?
How naïve is this bitch? No wonder Steven married her, she is one stupid “ho” (which is probably the reason he divorced her ass as well). Trust me people. Stupidity ain’t cute. It’s just stupid! C’mon, how far buried in the ground, or better yet, up Steve Harvey’s ass was this woman’s head? She was living the celebrity life and you are telling me that she didn’t know that she had the right to take Steve for half of what he was worth. Hell, woman, you can’t look at a television program, walk by a magazine rack, or turn on the radio without hearing about the decadent amount of money that celebrities are dishing out in divorce proceeding, and that ain’t even counting child support. What the hell was this chick thinking? She says she didn’t realize that she could hire a separate attorney to work on her behalf. C’mon, now! I ain’t ever been married and I know that is crap to be true. Just because you decided to dye your hair blonde does not mean you have to take on the personage of the stereotypical dumb-blonde (which is a myth, by the way).
I honestly find it hard to feel sorry for Mrs. Harvey. This stuff is pretty much common knowledge, and you don’t have to be a rocket scientist or a celebrity to figure it out. . You just have to have the sense that God gave to a hummingbird. I mean doesn’t common sense dictate that you don’t use the attorney whose bread and butter comes your soon to be ex-husband’s right nut sack? Haven’t every talk show in existence broached the topic of how one ex is able to get take insane amounts of the other, more well-to-do ex’s money and property during a divorce, prenup be damned (which the couple did not have, by the way)? And child support…Oh my Gawd! Child support is a gimme, for Pete sakes!
Don’t get me wrong, I think that Mr. Harvey is a jerk to have screwed over someone he once professed to love and an asshole for cheating his children, but Steve Harvey’s ex-wife is a moron. She deserves what she got…or in this case, what she didn’t get.
Oh and can I just add this one more priceless tidbit of information. All this happened in Texas. TEXAS, people! I live in Texas. Texas is a community property state! Anyone who lives in Texas knows this! Half! You are entitled to half, in Texas! Married or not. You can just be boyfriend and girlfriend, shacking up, decide to break up and BAM, automatic half, if one of you decide to pursue to issue. I’m just saying….

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Who Is Sara Baartman?

This was sent to me by a very good friend of mine. It is so good and so powerful I decided that it would be wrong for me to add any comments after it. How could I be my normally flippant and sarcastic self when the subject matter is so heart wrenching. Please take the time out to view the entire video post.

Tomorrow: Steve Harvey.

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Retire, My Ass!

Okay, this is gonna be old news. A lot of you have probably already heard about this, but I have nothing else to talk about and it’s “anything goes, Sunday”.
Seeing that I have been on this musical kick lately. I was thinking about 50 cent and why it is we have not heard anything about his impending retirement. As everyone knows, big 50 had proclaimed that if the release of his new CD, “Curtis” did not out sell Kanye’s, “Graduation” he would retire from the rap game. His exact quote was, “I’ll write music and work with other artist, but I won’t put out any more solo albums.” (Hell, that statement alone should have been enough to show he wasn’t completely confident in his selling prowess). Well, September 11th has come and gone and still no word on this Busters retirement.
Graduation took number on the Billboard 200 by selling 957,000 copies, where as Curtis sold a mere 691,000. Can I get somebody to do the math? That is a difference of 255,000. Where I come from that means that Kanye skunked 50 in the record sells race Of course, instead of taking his defeat gracefully, 50 instead chose to accuse Def Jam records, Kanye’s record label, of inflating Mr. West’s sell by buying most of the CD’s their damn selves (if this was the case, he most be kicking his label’s ass for not thinking that shit up first). Big Fiddy says this must be the case, because in Kanye’s whole career, as an artist, he hadn’t managed to sell half as much as him (and I thought Kanye was the whiner of the bunch). Needless to say, Fiddy’s claims were debunked by Geoff Mayfield, of Billboard, who says; “The people who build SoundScan put safeguards in place to track sales that don’t look kosher.” (Sounds as if our boy Mayfield has been listening to fellow blogger mp1)
A radical Christian group, by the name of The Resistance has been calling for the retirement of half dollar. They have proclaimed that, “The world would be a better place when this Satanic piece of filth retires and stops making music.” (Ow! Harsh. Whatever happened to “judge not less you be judged” and why the hell are they even listening to 50 cent to begin with? These bastards… (can you call a group of so-called Christians bastards?) Anyway, these bastards have even gone so far as to ask that anyone who supports them in their efforts to get Mr. Cent to retire, go to the rappers MySpace page and post messages urging him to keep his word on retirement. Can you believe that shit? (Plus, I think it is funny as hell that the man even has a MySpace page. And yes, I know, everybody has one nowadays. The shit is still funny to me.)
Of course, none of this crap is working and why should it? I didn’t believe the man had any intention of retiring anyway and anyone who thought he would is an idiot. Yeah, I said it! Fiddy saying that I will retire if Kanye outsells me is equivalent to a five year old saying I bet you a million dollars I can jump over that puddle. Neither wager holds any merit. So, if I was Fiddy, I would have just told anyone who was sweating me about my retirement to go fuck themselves. After all, the man is trying to make money. But Fiddy, ever the gentleman, did not take that path. Instead he went in found himself a loop hole. Fiddy has proclaimed that the reason that he does not have to retire is because his album was Number One in sells. In Europe! That’s right, bitches. Curtis was Number One on the British Charts the week of its release. Horary! We all know how hardcore American Rappers long to for that mantel of International sales hype.
I gotta hand it to Fiddy, though. He pulled that one out of his ass. And you gotta admit…the man takes one hell of a good picture.

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

(Hey, did yall like the way I used the word ‘prowess’ in a sentence? I been learning myself some new words.)

Saturday, November 17, 2007

No One

Okay, I promise I am not on a Music Video kick. This blog will not turn into a critique of whose hot and who’s not in the world of vocal vaginas. I was actually on Youtube, looking for the nasty video everyone has been talking about when I ran across this new video by Alicia Keys (don’t ask me how that happened). At any rate, I love this song, so I thought I’d speak on it, or at least on Alicia.
As you know, I have never been an Alicia Keys fan (you would know this because I just said so), but I do think she is a great talent. Also, even though I try not to listen to her music (I am such a hater) she always comes out with some damn song that I just can’t help but like. Above is one of those songs. I find myself searching for it on the radio, hoping it will come on so I can sing along (I really need to stop admitting stuff to you niggers or else I’m gonna have to turn in my hood card).
I don’t really know why I don’t care for Ms. Keys. I think it has something to do with the fact that I believe that if it hadn’t been for her, India Ire would have gotten more of the spot light. I allowed myself to get all caught up in that bogus, light skin/dark skin controversy (kinky verses curly hair, you know what I’m talking about). You know how they both came out at the same time and India got nominated for so many Grammies and didn’t receive a one? That bothered the hell out of me, for some reason. I have no idea why. It just seemed like such an injustice to me.
The funny thing about Ms. Keys is that I was at the barber shop the other day and they had the television on BET’s 106 and Park, which was playing another new video by Alicia. As it was playing, my barber commented on how she (Alicia) was “coming out hard” and “hitting the competition up” with new hot songs. The topics of conversation went on to her new album and how they were gonna have to go get it (knowing damn well they were just going to purchase it from the next bootlegger that rolled into the shop). Then one of the barbers commented on how sexy and thick Keys was, even though she had a white mom and shit. He went on to say that she needed him to be her man. That is when my barber made the comment that Keys didn’t want no man. She was into the ladies. I just sit there and listened and tried not to get drawn into the conversation. It did make me wonder why it matter; you know…Why is it that people are so interested in who other grown ass people choose to sleep with? Does it really matter who Ms. Keys chooses to bump nasties with? Does the fact that she may or may not prefer to lay with women diminish her talent? I don’t think so.
No matter who Alicia Keys sleeps with, whether it be male or female, it doesn’t change the fact that she is one talented chick. So talented in fact that I think the bitch is on steroids. HA!

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Friday, November 16, 2007

Bonds on Bond

I think this is my easiest post to date. Just go back to the October 7th archive of my blog, click on The Fastest Woman on Steroids and every place you see the name Marion Jones, replace it with the name Barry Bonds. Post complete.

I guess it was yesterday that Mr. Bond was brought up on charges of four counts of perjury and obstruction of justice, to boot. These charges come after Mr. Bonds testified to not being aware of his steroid usage (amazing). The man now faces up to thirty years behind jail house bars. Thirty years, people! The Nigger is 43 already (which isn’t old, but it’s too old to be getting your ass hauled off to jail).

I will say this….I did my research and Barry Bonds is one bad Mother. This year alone, at the ripe ole age of 43, he still managed to knock out 28 home runs and led the National League in on-base percentage for the 10th time in a row. Now, I’m just gonna say it, I’m no sports fans so I have no idea what that means, but it sound pretty damn impressive. He even finished 6th in OPS (on-line base plus slugging). Again, I didn’t have the foggiest notion as to what that meant, so I looked it up. The OPS measures a player’s ability to hit the ball and get safely to the base. Apparently it is looked at as being a valuable tool for assessing the offensive skills of a player.

I will say this. I am not surprised that Barry Bonds is under investigation for the use of performance enhancing drugs. I have become so cynical in fact that I believe that anybody who is too good at anything is taking some type of steroid. Tiger Woods? Yeap, his Koblasian ass is on ‘roids. Picasso? You know his square tit painting ass was on something. Dig him up. Run a DNA. People who are too pretty or handsome? Steroids. People who are repulsively unattractive? Ugly Steroids. I could go on. So, if you wanna be beyond reproach, you got to just be an average Joe. Like me.

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Whitney Houston - One Moment In Time (Grammy Awards Live)

Can I take a moment and be serious? I would like to dedicate this post to Whitney Houston (and before you ask, yes, she is a nigger. Everyone on this damn blog is a Nigger for Niggersake. Get over it!).

I love me some Whitney Houston. She can do no wrong in my eyes. Crackhead and all, my sister has it going on. I had never stopped being a fan. I may hate on a lot of celebrities but Ms. Houston has a hater-free card from me. It makes me sad to hear rumors that she is losing her voice. I hope this is not true, because for me no one can sing like Whitney (with the exception of Aretha Franklin). I read somewhere that she has been in the studio since March of 2007, working on a new Album. If this is true, I can’t wait for her comeback. I am hoping that it blows every other artist out of the water.

The reason for this post is that after speaking about the death of Dr. West and the superficial nature of our society, in my last post, for some reason I was placed in a musical mindset so I went on Youtube and watched some music videos. I started off the TLC, but I ended up on Whitney Houston.

If you have the time, listen to the video post (this is a live performance, folks). I love this song. It is so inspirational (and I don’t inspire easily). Who does not want one moment in time, a time to show the world that one thing about you that makes you special? We all have that one thing in us. Mines is art, what’s your?

Okay, this post is so sappy, I’m making myself sick. Talk about not being “kosher” (that’s right, I said it, MP).

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Dr. Who?

I’m sad when anybody dies. I don’t know why, because I know that death is just a part of life and all that hoopla. I just don’t do death very well. I don’t know Kanye West personally, but loosing a mother…My deepest condolences go out to him and his family (how sad that the media feels the need to feeds on the tragedy like a crackhead on food stamp Friday). Anyway, I’ve been trying to decide what direction I was going to take on this post and I still don’t know, as you will be able to see as you read this piece of crap.

Yesterday I was looking at other people’s blogs and on one I learned that Kanye’s mom died, possibly from complications of cosmetic surgery; perhaps a breast reduction and a tummy tuck. Dr. Donda West, who was only 58 years old at the time of her death, had her whole life a head of her. Dr. West (I love saying that, because it shows she was an educated woman) left the field of academia in 2004, after working 31 years in the practice of higher education. She stopped serving as chairwoman of the Chicago State University English department and was the current chief executive of West Brands LLC; one of Kanye’s businesses. The company was developed to improve literacy and to decrease the dropout rate of children.

How sad is it that she will never forefeel whatever else life had in store for her, because she died at the hands of the motherfucker shown above. This, dear readers, is Dr. Jan Adams. Dr. Adams is a prominent cosmetic surgeon who had made appearances on such shows from Discovery Health to Oprah-hell, and everyone know if you are on Oprah you gotta be good (especially if you are black and on Oprah. Oprah don’t do Niggers on her show). Well, apparently Dr. Adams is good, good at getting his black ass sued for malpractice. It has come to the light that since 2001 Dr. Adams has been plagued with law suits by former patients, who claimed that he botched their surgery. I use the word plagued, because in my mind, more than one such suit is cause for major concern (I don’t play with surgery, I don’t give a damn if it’s just a root canal).

As I searched the internet for more information on Dr. Adams (and I do remember him from that short lived talk show, “The Other Half” which was pretty much NBC’s answer to “The View” only with dicks) looking for ways to hammer this brother for being a leach on society, suckling on the sagging tit of the unhappy housewife, it occurred to me that I was being unfair. It is not Dr. Adams fault that Dr. West or any of the other women, whose titty tightening went awry, suffered the pangs of complication (well, technically it is, but go with me on this one). I blame our narcissistic society! If it wasn’t for the fact that we lived in a world that is constantly telling us that “thin is in”, that nappy hair ain’t “good hair” (I love my naps) and that we just plain ain’t good enough, then maybe people wouldn’t go to such drastic measures to change themselves—Anyone else remember that show on ABC where people would go through drastic plastic surgery in order to feel good about themselves? It was horrible (but I watched it anyway…I don’t care).

Cosmetic surgery is no joke, people! I believe that society pays far too much attention to the “Cosmetic” part of that and not enough on the “Surgery” aspect. Let’s face it, when we think about the word cosmetic we think about the superficial; lipstick, eye shadow and shit like that. There is nothing even remotely scary about the word. However, surgery is a different ball game all together. When you think of surgery you think of scalpels and forceps, face mask and anesthesiology, lying in a sterile room, on a metal table, half death while somebody you don’t know cuts you open and removes vital organs from your lifeless torso. Scary, huh? Yeah, that’s the shit people should think about when considering cosmetic surgery. Cosmetics maybe all powder puffs and curling irons, but surgery ain’t no joke! Whatever happened to growing old gracefully?

So, what have we learn from this people? If you are considering getting cosmetic surgery, of any type…Think long and hard about the consequences of your decision and then go to a white doctor. You heard me!

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace (and you are beautiful just the way you are).

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Eat a Dick

Okay, I’m just going to say it. Television has just not been the same since, back in the ‘80’s they allowed the word “bitch” to be used on the air. Okay, I got over that. Bitch, it’s just a female dog, right? Then, I remember one day, still young and impressionable, I was watching that show, “Felicity” (that’s right, niggers, I said FELICITY, damn it). Anyway, I was just sitting there, watching the show, when one of the male characters called the other male character a “dick head”. I was seriously taken a back. What had television come to? (You know, being brought black and growing up in an all black neighborhood, on the wrong side of the tracks, we just didn’t hear terms like that).
So, I finally get a chance to watch my saved copy of this past Monday’s Boondocks episode, where Granddad and Thugnificent get into a shouting match, in the middle of the street mind you, and Thugnificent tells Granddad to “Eat a Dick”. Can you believe that? I have posted the scene in question (duh) and if you listen carefully you will hear one of Thugnificent’s cronies also yell, “Eat a sack of baby dicks” (that’s a great line, but how inappropriate).
So, picture this, if you will. I’m sitting at home, babysitting my cute little innocent, two year nephew. He and I decide to sit on the couch and watch a nice, wholesome episode of the Boondocks. Everything is going find and then, BAM! “EAT A DICK, old man!” Well, of course, I am dumbfounded. Never in my wildest dreams would I have expected such language from a show such as this. Well, like a good uncle, I don’t react and try to watch the show like nothing happened. When, all of a sudden, my Nephew picks up the remote and pushes the pause button. I look down at him and he is looking up at me with those big, doleful, brown eyes of his and says; “Yo, Uncle. What the fuck does ‘eat a dick’ mean, nigger?”
Well, of course you want a child to feel free to ask you a question and not squash his inquisitive mind, but then again…How do you explain to a two year old what someone means when they say ‘eat a dick’? (At this point I’m not even sure my nephew knows what a dick is). So, of course I lie and say; “Well, my dearest, nephew. What I believe the young man was trying to do was tell the elderly gentleman to eat a Detective.” And then I go on to them him how the term Dick is just a shorter version of the word Detective, i.e. Dick Tracy. Once again, my Nephew looks up at me with those innocent little eyes of his and says; “What the fuck? That shit don’t even make no since (We working on his grammar). Way to man up, punk ass Nigger.”
Needless to say, it put a damper on the rest of Uncle/Nephew night. Ain’t that a bitch? Damn the Boondocks and their inappropriate language. I’m thinking about filing suit.

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Friday, November 9, 2007

The Nigger Factor

On my way home from work this morning I was listening to this guest spokesperson, on a radio show (I don’t remember his name). Anyway, he was speaking about how he conducted his own, unofficial, poll as to who listeners believed would be the next president of the United States. Not many people participated in the poll, but this is pretty much how the results went: Hilary Clinton and Rudy Giuliani got 35 votes. Joe Bidens got 18 votes. John McCain received zero votes. The other 12 hopeful got five votes a piece.
The conductor of this poll stated, after calling out the numbers, how he was surprised by the fact that Barack Obama was one of the twelve to only received five votes. This was the exact same thing I was thinking and then I remember it…The Nigger Factor.

I gotta admit that I too got so involved in the hype of Obama that I had allowed myself to forget the Nigger Factor. You all know what that is, right? The Nigger Factor is that small component that black people have that stop a great number of them from moving beyond nigger status in the mind of the typical white individual. It is that factor that prevents white folks from seeing past a black person’s color and on to the long strides and accomplishments that we have made as a people.
I will say that I understand how sometimes it is easy to forget the Nigger Factor, because we have so many people who seem to have moved passed it. But don’t let their places in society fool you. They too, at one point or another, have to face the light and come to terms with the Nigger Factor. Examples: Danny Glover, those many years ago, when he was bitching about not being able to catch a cab in New York City. I remember thinking, “It’s New York, bitch. Nobody can catch a fucking cab!” But, no…this was actually a result of the Nigger Factor. Oprah, the Grand Poobah of all things Niggerish, she too had to come to terms with the Nigger Factor, when she was denied entry into that famous clothing store (I forget were it was located). I’m sure she was like, “But, I’m Oprah Winfrey, ya ho-bag!” And they were like, “Yeah, but you still a Nigger and Niggers steal.” And then there is O.J. SIMPSON. The biggest example of the Nigger Factor there is. Simpson, who came long before Oprah, had managed to assimilate into the white world so completely that he had taken on one of them as his wife. He was in, like an unpopped cornel in a bag of freshly popped popcorn. Then he was accused of killing his white wife and they turned on his black ass. “Guilty”, they yelled. “Hang his black ass! (I’m guessing somebody said that too). But somehow, his infiltration into the white man’s world had been so strong that he was able to elude the Nigger Factor and was found Not Guilty and allowed to walk free. Sadly, Dumbass nigger that he is, Simpson tried to re -submerge himself into the white man’s world, unbeknownst to him that the great power and protégé that he once had over the white populist had faded and he was no longer immune to the Nigger Factor. Now, they got his ass and you can believe they will not let him slip through the cracks again.
Anyway, back to Obama, the focus of this post. Technically, I don’t think Obama can truly be considered a Nigger. I mean, he was born in Honolulu, Hawaii and Hawaiians are typically dark in color, but they are not necessarily “Black”. That is, until they try to run for president (or date anyone in Dog the Bounty Hunter’s family), then they come devout Niggers. So, I contend that Senator Obama, great man that he maybe (light skinned and all), will fall victim to the Nigger Factor. I don’t care how many white folks fawn all over him. I don’t care how much Oprah endorses him on her show (Hell, she couldn’t sell that horrible ass movie of her’s, Beloved, and I don’t think she can sell a president candidate). And let me just add that it doesn’t help that he married a black women. I mean, props to any black man that reaches any level of great success and marries a sister (you know that shit is unheard of), but the fact is that this only served to increase his Nigger Factor, exponentially.
Now, don’t get me wrong. As a black man, I support Obama all the way (hell, I only vote for the black folks on American Idol; I don’t care how bad they sing). I hope he gets the Presidential nod But as a realist, I don’t think that America has changed enough to allow a black man to actually become President. Call me cynical if you want, but you all know it’s true. That is why we have a reemergence of the dreaded N-word and the Noose is rearing its ugly head again.
I will say this. I do believe that America would be more accepting of a black person as vice-president, but let’s face facts here people. Would it be great if whoever gets that Democratic nod for Presidential candidate took Senator Obama with them as a running mate? Hell, yeah. Is it gonna happen? Hell, to da Naw! And why not? The Nigger Factor, people! Weren’t you listening!
These are facts people. I completed my college thesis on this and The Nigger Factor is one thing that holds true. Although we try to fool ourselves into thinking that we have overcome, the truth is that we have not. We just came over.

Oh, oh, and least I forget. The biggest component. The greatest obstacle. The Key Factor that will prevent Obama from becoming the next President of the United States, even if he were to get the Candidacy. That’s right. You guessed it. NIGGER’S DON’T VOTE! (That’s right I said. Prove me wrong).

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.