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.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Let's Get Mikey

Remember Mikey from the Life Cereal commercials? He’s back in the News again. Mikey, who made a name for himself by being the boy who would eat anything (that’s not cute) would later become known as the King of Pop. As you might have heard, Little Mikey Jackson’s homestead, the Neverland Ranch, is officially in default on it’s mortgage and foreclosing proceding has been announced. It shouldn’t even matter, I would think, because he hasn’t stayed in the damn place since his infamous Child Molestation Trail. I say, put the place up for sale; it’s gotta be full of demons.
Mikey, who prefers to be called by his more grown up name of Michael, is going to be the cover Artist on December’s issue of Ebony magazine. I thought this was interesting, because Ebony is known for featuring famous black folks, but I’m not hating. Do the damn thing, Mikey.
In this December’s issue of Ebony you can hear Michael talk about his role as the freak of the industry (and I don’t mean freak in the good since of the word). He also talks about today’s music artists and their lack of innovative ideas. Hey, not everybody can produce a pop culture classic, such as Thriller (how many decades ago?). He is currently collaboration with some big name music artist, like Kanye West, for his next Album (although I personally think the man should let it go).
Anyway, I believe it is a great testament of American Society that a chubby little white kid can go from gracing the front of a Life Cereal box to the Cover story of a major, predominately Black Magazine, such as Ebony.

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Whew. Boy, I hope I didn’t get my Pop Culture Icons mixed up….Naaaa!

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Mister Mommy

Okay, I could have chosen from the four rappers that were in the New York City Court house today:

Busta Rhymes, for charges of drunk driving and Assault.

Ja Rule, for charges of possession of a firearm (this is the same man who thinks seeing same sex relationships on television sets a bad example for his kids).

Lil Wayne, also up on charges for possession of an illegal firearm (I also had a make-up wearing story all set and ready to go on this young man).

And Remy Ma (the only one I don’t know), charged with assault and tapering with a witness.

Or, there was always Snoop Dog and his brawl in the England Airport (old news).

Instead I chose to go with the story on this nigger. Do you know who he is? If you are not into the sport of Ultimate Fighting, it’s a good chance you don’t. He is one of the up and coming fighters in the UFC and he is a brother. A brother, I tell you!
In the article I read about the man, whose name is Alexander, I learnt that he won his very first two light heavyweight (talk about you oxymoron) fights by Knock out. He can bench press 450 pounds and he is a mixed martial arts master (the article just said fighter, but I wanted to jazz it up a bit). Not to mention that he came into the sport as an unknown and blew the competition away.
All that being said, this is not why I chose to showcase Alexander in today’s Nigger Post. Nope, not the reason at all. I chose the muscle bound brother as my shining Negro because of the fact that I was impressed that the man is a single parent, raising six chillin’. Six chillin’, I said, ranging from the ages of 5 to 16, all by his lonesome. Can you believe that shit? I must say I was truly impressed by the brother, who is 35 years old, stepping up and taking responsibility to take care of his kids. I guess the reason why the story impressed me is mainly because I never knew my own father (not even his name). So, stories about men who stand up to be fathers truly touch me. It’s kind of hard to hate on that.
Now don’t take it from this article that I don’t think black men are capable of stepping up and taking care of their kids, far be it from the case. As a matter of fact, I am always touched when I see a young brother out with one of his bastard children (LOL…I was wrong for that. Just kidding. Seriously, I was.). I give props to all of the fathers out there, handling their business, because there are so many out there who are not. The article I stumbled across on this young man, did not make mention of where the kids mother was (I’m guessing in jail) but it managed to make me feel a lump of pride in my bosom (men do have bosoms, right?). I had to share it. I promise to get the hater train back on track real soon.

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Whose He?

I don’t even know who the fuck this nigger is, but he made the news and he’s black so he’s free game. Apparently Trey Songz, who is a rapper, got his ass thrown in the slammer after his own concert in Springfield, Mass on Saturday night. The story goes as follows; Springfield P.D. was investigating a “shots fired” call in the parking lot of the place were Songz had just finished performing a concert. Well, I guess Mr. Songz has always wanted to be Po-Po because he tried to get all up in their business, where the investigation was concern (police hate that). When he was asked to remove himself from the mix, by the police, so they could do their job-Songz is reported as saying: “Don’t you know who I am?” I guess they didn’t then, but after they finished filling in the book-in sheet for his arrest I’m guessing they knew him well enough.
Choices people. It’s all about making good Choices. That being said….Seriously. Can some one please tell me who this nigga is? I looked him up on the internet and I still don’t know. Oh, well…

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Monday, November 5, 2007

Can I Help You?

Is it just me or is there anyone else out there that just hates when people, complete strangers, come and bother you while at work? I always knew this to be true about me, but it seemed to bother me even more so this weekend. Why is it that people feel the need to do this? Don’t be walking up on me like you know me. What about my personage has leads you to believe I am here to help you? Your own personal valet! Is it the uniform? Is it the marked squad car? Seriously, I need to know.
Twice, over the weekend, two people flagged me down (meaning that they saw me, minding my own business and decided to come over and bother me). So, in my head, I’m like, “what?” But you have to say it as if you are a teenage, at home, watching your favorite television show and your mother keeps calling and calling you-like she can’t wait until the next freaking commercial! Yeah, that’s it. Now you are feeling me. Anyway, although I don’t verbalize it to the poor citizen, I know it reads all over my body that I wish they’d leave me alone. (Can’t you solve your own damn problem? Shesh.) It is such a disserve. Thank goodness that it is the nature of mankind to be more self evolved then myself, so they are not taking the time to read my body language.
Of course I always help the person, to the best of my ability, and I normally end up feeling bad that I did not give the friendly, I love my job, type of customer service that I am known for (really, I am known for it). I give it every time a respond to a call. These people off the street just seem to broadside a brother. Damn!
As I was driving home from work, tired and worn, I contemplated why it is that it annoys me so much when people just come off of the street asking for help. I have come to the conclusion that I put these people in the same category as people who cut in line. They have just by passed the middle man and went right to the source. They have cheated the people who went through the trouble of dialing 9-11. What makes them so damn special? Wait in line like everyone else, bitch (the unsex bitch, which refers to either a man or a woman. Not the rude ‘bitch’ bitch.).
I know, I know. This is sick and I should seriously consider therapy. But the way I see it…as long as I am aware of and openly admit that I have the little idiocracy; I’ve already won half the battle. Right? Right? Well, it helps me to sleep at night, at any rate; so there!

-One Man’s (somewhat psychotic) Opinion. Peace.

(I’m gonna have to stop sharing with you people. Blog therapy sucks.)

Sunday, November 4, 2007

That's So Something Else

Have you ever heard the term, “that’s so gay”? I hate when people use that term because it seems so demeaning. When I hear someone say “that’s so gay”, it translates into “that is so wrong”. Saying “that’s so gay” is like putting down someone’s sexuality in one failed sweep and that, my dear readers, is wrong. The term, “that’s so gay” is a type of judgment, of sorts. At least it is in my mind it is.
Although I use this site as a means to voice my displeasure in some of the choices my people, of some influence, make. I try not to demean anyone’s race, creed, or sexual preference (really…I do! I don’t care what you say!) . Anyway, that being said….How gay is this? I mean, literally.

I’m telling you, if we were not killing ourselves before, as a people, the internet is providing more and more bullets, ropes and crack rock to get the job done. I long for the days when what people did behind closed doors, in the privacy of their own homes, actually STAYED in the privacy of their own homes. Can I get an Amen?

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

(Don’t mind me, gentlemen. Go on head and do you.)

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Not So Shining Star

Star Jones. She is such a bitch (eat a carrot, Trigger). How did she lose all of that weight and manage not to lose an inch of her bitch-dom? Why is it that this sickly looking hood-rat, chicken- headed, heifer, (I don’t care for Star Jones. Can you tell?) is still using her somewhat understated celebrity to take advantage of people and organizations? Better yet, why are people and organizations still allowing her to do so? I mean really…who wants Star Jones black ass as a spokes person to begin with? The fact that she was the poster child for Payless Foot wear should be a clue to her clout (no offense to Payless).
So, here is the story in a nutshell. Apparently an organization called, Full and Fabulous, which is a non-profit group based out of Detroit, courted Star Jones in order to get her to come and speak at a Health, Beauty and Self-Esteem conference they held during the Super Bowl last year. According to a spokesperson from Full and Fabulous, the Star wanted, i.e. stipulated, that she would require first-class airfare, a five-star hotel suite and $30,000 in cash to boot, before she would take on the gig.
It is now alleged that the organization fulfilled their part of the bargain, providing Star with the tickets to fly out to Detroit, but once she got there all she did was party during the Super Bowl and plug her book (which I did not even know she had out). They say that the shady weave-o-lious ho never even showed up at the conference, thus breaching their contract all together.
Of course Star and her people deny all claims and say that she honored every aspect of the contract that she struck with the organization in question. I personally don’t know who to believe, but I am leaning more towards the side of Full and Fabulous.
I do have a question, however. Why would anyone book Star Jones to come and speak about Self-Esteem? That skanky, da skank-skank don’t got no self-esteem! (See, she got me reverting into old school Ebonics.) Hell, the woman lied, for how many years, about her gastric by-pass surgery, which everyone knew about? And then said that the only reason that she lied was because she was afraid of what people would think about her if she admitted to having the surgery (like anyone thought that after years of being a ham hock the ho had just suddenly melted off the weight). What part of that screams, let me get this woman to come out and talk about self-esteem to plus-sized women? Not one damn part, damn it! Catch a clue, Full and Fabulous! I don’t care!

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Friday, November 2, 2007


Ever have one of those days were you felt like you were being fucked by the world? Well, that is pretty much how my day went today, and I work from 10 to 6am, so literally my day started off fucked (but I came home safe so I take that blessing). My female, co-worker says that the problem is that I am horny and that I just need to get laid. I assure you that is not the case. I just put it all on negative energy, which I have allowed to get the best of me. So, in an attempt to dispel some of these negative energy, I have composed the following monologue to express my thoughts. Please be advised that the following passage may contain certain language which is not for immature audiences, the faint of heart or those who are easily offended.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck da fuck! Fuck fuck? The fuck? Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck the fuck fuck. What the Fuck? Fuck fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck the fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck fuck? Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck? Fuck fuck fuck da fuck fuck! Fuck! Fuck fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck.

Whew. There’s a message in there somewhere.

-One Man’s Opinion. Fuck, er, I mean Peace.

Thursday, November 1, 2007


Late Breaking Nigger News! Da Brat got her ass thrown in jail today after a reported dispute with a waitress in a nightclub in Atlanta. Dispute, however, is an understatement. What the heifer did was hit the waitress in question in the face with a bottle of rum. Can you say, “Ow”? (Talk about yo, ho-ho and a bottle of rum).
The disturbance started at around one in the morning, when the Da Brat and Da Waitress got into a short lived shoving match, at Studio 72 (possibly owned by Jermaine Dupri). The shoving match started in the usual way, when the waitress bumped into Da Brat inside of the club (of course with all the room to maneuver around inside of clubs it’s hard to believe that anybody could possible accident bump into anybody else). This is why my black ass haven’t been to a club since I was twenty-five. The waitress walked away from the disturbance on. to be hit in the face, moments later, with a bottle of rum. Subsequently the waitress, who is 23 years old, suffered a deep laceration to her face and was taken to the hospital by an unidentified friend. Da Brat was arrested for aggravated assault.
And look at this. I was able to uncover that this is not the first time that Da Brat has been up on felony aggravated assault charges either. Back in March of 2000 she faced the same charges, after pistol whipping a young lady who would not remove her ass from VIP seating when told to do so. Hummm, seems as if Brat is an appropriate name for the 33 year old rapper. Time to grow you ass up, Shawntae Harris (oh, that’s her real name, by the way).

See, Dog, instead of jeopardizing you whole career, by calling your son’s girlfriend a nigger. Next time just invite them to a club, where Da Brat is making an appearance. Slip the barkeep a fifty to give Da Brat a bottle of Rum and then, when your son’s girlfriend’s guard is down…..Push the skank into the bitch. Problem solved. Damn, must I come up with everything?

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Back to the Pound

Look at this Peckerwood! What the fuck is wrong with these celebrities. A&E’s Dog the Bounty Hunter is now added to the list of fucking morons who have been caught on tape using some racial epithet. The word in question? You guessed it….NIGGER! Oh, how I love the word nigger. It is the most explosive, derogatory word you can use! If you wanna hurt somebody, I mean really cut ‘em deep. Call them a Nigger. Of course this only works if you are white or a truly self hating black.
The story, as I know it is that Dog went off of a telephone tirade with his son because he is dating a black woman. Apparently this is something that the Dog just can not tolerate. (The show is taped in Hawaii for pete-sakes. Can you blame the kid for getting his skin tones mixed up? In his lesson of hatred the Dog should have taught his son to check the nape line. Oh, well, live and learn.) Dog is reported as saying, my name is Dog and I ain’t having no bitches in my house (No, no….He didn’t say that…I just thought it was funny). Here is an actual quote from at least one of the conversations:
“I’m not going to take the chance, ever in life, of losing everything I’ve worked for for thirty years ‘cause some fucking nigger heard us say nigger and turned us into the Inquirer Magazine.”
From this simple quote, and you can listen to the outburst by going to the follow link (, I gathered that the Dog had been bombarding the young lady with the “N” bomb for so long that she got it on tape and passed in on to the National Inquirer (wow, you hardly ever hear about the National Inquire anymore). My favorite part of the quote is how he isn’t going to lose everything just because “some fucking nigger” heard him say the word “nigger”. That shit is priceless. If you listen to the clip you will hear Dog, whose real name is Duane Chapman, say that he doesn’t even care that his son’s girlfriend is black. (You could have fooled the fuck out of me). In a press released statement he says that he was only “disappointed in his choice of a friend, not due to her race, but her character.” Yeah, right. You know how every time you are disappointed in a person character or lack there of, you result to calling them a racial slur. Happens to me almost daily.
Get this, it gets better. Dog, and I call him Dog because that is what he is to me right now and it has nothing to do with his title, says he is going to meet with his Spiritual adviser, a Rev. Tim Storey, who is black. (Boy these celebs be stepping up their game in their attempts to prove they are not racist. First there was “some of my best friends are black”, Halle has the Jewish friends that “work for her” and now Dog has a black “Spiritual Adviser”. That is truly one for the books.) Hey, I have a great idea, ladies and gentlemen, on how all of them can prove that they are not racist. STOP SAYING RACIST SHIT! It’s not that hard.
Now, of course, like all of the idiots before him, Dog has issued his formal apology and wants to meet with other black leaders so they can teach him the right thing to do to make things right again. He wants us all to know that the verbiage used in the private conversation with his son was “completely taken out of context.” (Can I direct your attention back to quote mentioned earlier in the post?) Yeah, kind of hard to take that shit out of context. Anyway, to their credit, A&E has halted production of Dog the Bounty Hunter after the tape recording surfaced. And, I say they damn well better cancel that shit, burn the tapes and prevent any hopes of syndication. Hell, after they fired the brother from Grey Anatomy and poor Don Immus, they better do more than smack the Dog, on the snout, with a rolled up newspaper. It not as if canceling the show will prevent him from continuing his career as a bounty hunter. Shit, I would think being racist help with that job. Hell, isn’t it a prerequisite?
-One Man's Opinion. Peace.