A little over 3 billion to the church to battle AIDS

This is Bush’s worst idea since the Iraq war. What was he thinking? Oh yeah, he’s sucking on the tit of right wing conservative zealots. Christianity cannot stop the spread of HIV. What are they going to do? Start a ‘just say no’ campaign. (We see how well that worked.) They will not pass out condoms, because pre-marital sex is wrong. (Click here for something funny.) But what does that have to do with disease control? Not a damn thing in my book. We know what stops the spread of HIV/AIDS. Condoms. Of course, abstinence works. But human being craze sex like water, food, and sleep. It’s a fact. It’s the way we propagate the species, and that is one of the strongest urges in a human. You can’t stop the spread of HIV/AIDS by preaching about Jesus and encourage people to cultivate a “personal relationship” with God. HIV/AIDS is a serious virus. A deadly virus. A preventable virus. With knowledge of SCIENCE, we can fight it. With education we can fight it. If you wanna pray for something, pray that the religious right comes to its senses and realizes that GOD gave us science, the scientific method, and the miraculous mind to question things. We can’t pray away disease and God-given desire, we can be educated. We can teach how to prevent this disease from spreading. If we leave it to the church, prayer and superstition, we will be like Africa where way too many people have a spreadable disease. Their culture is so ingrained, condom use is virtually nil. In Africa, 25.8 million people were living with HIV at the end of 2005 and approximately 3.1 million new infections occurred during that year. That’s about the population of New York and New Jersey combined. Okay, enough doom and gloom. Use a condom, dagnabbit.

Why do we expect corporate America to be truthful?

Oprah’s desecration and destruction of James Frey’s book and James Frey himself is so ridiculous. I love Oprah. I looooooove Oprah. I want her to be president. But to go on the air for the sole purpose of humiliating James Frey was uncalled for. Memoirs are an account of a particular time of someone’s life according to their memory, their perception, their emotional state. Even though the media and “common” knowledge say otherwise----the brain is NOT like a computer. The brain is such a complex organ we can not begin to compare it another thing real or imagined. A computer only does what we tell it. No more. No less. It’s ones and zeros. It can’t doing anything its not programmed to do. It records things just as they are or how we make them. The brain doesn’t do this. Memories are not like saved Word documents. Memories are not like hidden temp files. Memories are not stored chronologically or categorically. His memory may be flawed. He has embellished. But don’t we all do this to make a better telling of a story? Of course, the book mega-publishing giant did not check facts. They knew whether it was labeled memoir or fiction or non-fiction or “based on a true story”--- it was going to sell. Selling is the business they are in. Not truth telling. Not human transformation. Not building a better world or national community. They want to make MONEY. Money is the motivation of corporate America. They don’t care about the world or the lies they tell to make it (money). Money is their god. The acquisition of money is the goal. We haven't required corporation (who we give human-like status) human responsibility, human accountability. James Frey’s book is what it is: a book. If it helps you, good. If it doesn’t, find something else. James Frey is not an evil person. He’s not the Christ-like figure America wants to make everyone it becomes enamored with. He’s a man. He’s a man that made a mistake. One of his truthful anecdotes turned into a somewhat tall tale. In the south we would call him “Pappaw.”

So I can get to stompin in my air force ones.

I saw Air Force One today flying over I-65 & I-264. I was on my way back to the office. Bush had every freaking highway and byway shut down. He made me miss my exit. He made me miss the second exit. He made me get off on Fern Valley Road. Luckily, I didn’t have to go all the way to Nashville to turn around. He made me have an even later lunch. Luckily, it was only delicious Cesar salad. He made my head hurt. He made me have to work later than usual. Luckily, I love my job and my work. He made me have to work at night on my fabulous red couch. His presidency speaks for itself. He made me take two Naproxen to relax.

I love Angelina Jolie.

I don’t care what the rest of you weak girls say. Jolie is a beautiful woman. She’s not afraid to be different. Not afraid to paint her full lips red. Not afraid to adopt a BLACK baby girl or a Cambodian baby boy. Not afraid of speaking out against poverty and AIDS. Not afraid of using her Celebrity-dom to bring attention to important issues of children. She didn’t take anyone’s husband that wasn’t willing to go in the first place. She’s the anti-Jennifer. She loves her curves. She loves whoever lights a fire in her. She crosses boundaries. She loves herself. She doesn’t thrive on acceptance. She doesn’t live to be the thinnest, fake-blonde in Hollywood. She’s real. She's shaped like a woman not a little boy. She’s proud of raven locks. She speaks her mind. She has great taste in men.

Listening to Grillz by Nelly. (don't TELL A SOUL.....you are SWORN TO SECRECY...)

You have to suspend belief.

I read this in a review of a movie by a non-professional critic (read: some ya-who) talkin about how "it's a good movie if you suspend belief" in reality. I’ve heard people talk about movies not being real enough. Let’s not talk about the war cry of the 90s of “keeping it real” in the rap world. I can’t stand this ish. Movies are FANTASY. Music is ENTERTAINMENT. Why must it be real? Unless it’s an historical drama or a documentary, I want my movies and music to be an escape from the oppression of reality. I want the fat girl to get the sexiest, most sought after man. I want the nerd to get the cheerleader. I want the disadvantaged youth to get the full paid scholarship to Harvard. I want the protagonist to break out in song over the love in his life. It’s entertaining. It’s hopeful. It’s fun. The corollary to this whole outburst of mine is lots of kids don’t realize that the things they see on TV, movies and hear in songs are fake--perpetrating being real. Did anyone see 50 Cent on the front of GQ? Does he look like a gangster? I mean for goodness sakes his eyebrows are arched. Make your own inferences from that. I’ll keep quiet while you think it over. (theme from Jeopardy) A lot of these rappers are college dropouts, college graduates, men with wives and tons of kids….It’s a shame they keep prompting these poverty, low-class values. (I’ll explain poverty values later this month.) Suspend belief, revel in fantasy, escape in dreams…but all ways remember the reality of the real world lurking outside your door.

New Laptop, more opportunities to school you fools

I don’t normally post twice in a day. But sometimes you can't let things go by. Read this comment by Anonymous (the second one). Unbelievable. Here’s my not-so humble opinion: Please stop whining. Bemoaning these minor, thoughtless acts are an insult to the ancestors. Who cares you have on more than one, two or three occasions been mistaken for a hard-working person? The police racially profile because they are like Pavlov's dog: most of the time when they pull over a black person they have illegal narcotics. They keep doing things because they usually yield results. You need to realize a few things: You are not a slave. You have the right to vote. You have freedom of movement without permission. You can go to school and can learn to read and right. You can marry whomever you like. You have to be paid for work you perform. You pay taxes and you can be represented if you exercise your rights. You can become a senator, a representative or president. You can co-mingle with your fellow patriotic brothers and sisters in arms. The cops and prosecutors investigate and solve crimes against Black victims not just white ones. Your melodramatic, ridiculous ranting is an insult and disgrace to every enslave African and every person who suffered under real oppression like Jim Crow. Read a book and get a clue. Read or listen to Chris Rock and Aaron McGruder. As Mr. McGruder says through is alter-ego Huey Freeman: "every n---- arrested ain’t Nelson Mandela."

I saw this lady in Cheesecake Factory…

She was about my age. But there was something different about her in comparison to me. I bet we had tons of stuff in common. She looked like she was probably professional; she was definitely young. But she looked a grown azz woman. GAW for short. Does anyone know what I mean? I mean she looks like a 31 year old Woman, with a capital ‘w.’ I feel like a teenager in dress up clothes a lot of times. I have a youthful face and a boisterous personality. I laugh loud and heartily. I make crass comments and have fun. You might see me out and think….'she’s a fun-loving college student.' But, I’m supposed to a GAW as well. Like for example. Mary J. is only THREE years older than me. She’s definitely a GAW. Angelina Jolie is ONE year younger. She’s a GAW for certain. (lucky girl with her new fine husband-boyfriend-baby-daddy Brad Pitt….take that Anniston….I’ll explain my hate for the former Ms. Brad Pitt another day.) Do you get my point? Somedays you feel like a fraud. I mean a complete fake. I don’t know. Maybe it’s just me. I don't feel 31. But apparently 30 is the new 20, 'cause 50 is the new forty. I guess. So I'm really 21?