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.