Cops are not jealous of drug dealers

I know you’ve heard the lyrics: “They see me rollin'/They hatin'/Patrollin'and tryna catch me ridin dirty.” This is the most ridiculous song on the airwaves right now (excluding EVERYTHING by Kanye West….you know I hate that knucklehead.). Most people in the world believe it’s immoral to break the law. Most people in the world believe legal work is the right work. Most people in the world don’t admire criminals. No doubt there is a fascination with the Mob, but nobody is interested in becoming a perpetrating Crip or Blood in a country town in the middle of the Midwest/South. It’s so ridiculous. Jealous of a car that’s in a woman’s name? Jealous of living with your mother? Jealous of the constant threat of incarceration? Jealous of strip searchs at the county jail? Jealous of salad-tossing in prison? Jealous of not reaching your 40^th birthday? Don’t get me wrong, there are bad apples in all professions. Believe me, I know, I’m a lawyer. But, this idea that EVERY officer of the law is some crooked, drug money stealing, on the take a-hole is absolutely unreasonable. It’s just plain outlandish. The public wouldn’t stand for it. If the police department was so corrupt then it would affect not only the drug trade, it would seep into everything they do. Get real. Get a life. Get a clue. Get a job. (And who really cares if cops rob drug dealers anyway??)

Listening to a new, ghetto song: Snap Yo Fingers by Lil Jon Featuring E-40 & Sean Paul of the YoungBloodZ (LOVE E-40….Capitan Save-A-Hoe)

I’m bossy!

That’s right. I’m bossy just like Kelis. I’m an educated, Black goddess who can argue you up one side and down the other. I can hold a conversation with anyone from a brainac like Stephen Hawkings to the imbecilic like 50 Cent. I read non-fiction and fiction so my interests are wide and varied. I can cook. I can take care of myself. Did I mention I’m funny as hell? I mean really funny. I’m great at all extra-curriculum activities. See why I’m single? No really, for real, don’t you see? Okay, go tell my mother. Being an educated, Black goddess is hard work. I have done everything I know how to do to be a great woman. But, it seems like being a great, well rounded woman is not something men want. Okay, I’m whining again. I really need help. I should really see about this problem I have. I’m great, I’m great…blah, blah, blah, I don’t have a man, blah, blah, blah…..Maybe, I’m not so great. Impossible. I know like twenty girls just like me, we all can’t be wenches. (Did I mention that I hate the heat and summer? I swear in Kentucky, if the allergens don’t kill you the humidity will. This state is environmentally unbearable about 8 months of the year.) Anyway, I know more than ten women who are attorneys and singles. One high school teacher and one high school counselor who are both single. A sales woman. A director of a women’s program. A medical student. All these beautiful, accomplished women and not a good man in sight. Somebody tell me what the H-E-double hockey sticks is going on? There are tons of personality types (not just highfalutin wenches like me): demure, fun-loving, feisty, domestic, career-minded, hip-hop queens, rocking out babes, you got a type I got a friend to meet your needs. But, alas they can’t find anyone. They are just looking for their counterparts: nice, honest, accomplished guys who are willing to be monogamous, kind and generous. I mean really is that too much for these fine ladies to ask???

Listening to one of my Rock boyfriend’s songs: Dani California by the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

Are you keeping score?

Can someone tell me why dating is like a sporting event? It’s clear why some call it “the game.” But, unfortunately, I’ve never learned the rules. I assumed I knew the object, but everyone’s objective is different and they lie to everyone else about what their objective actually is. So you may be playing the I Want to Get Married game, but your partner is playing I Want to Sleep with You Only game. Both of you are playing from a set of rules, and they definitely don’t match. Nobody plays I Just Tell It Like It Is. It’s about as acceptable to play that game as it is to pick your nose at dinner. Totally out of favor. Of course, there’s score keeping. Who said I like you first. Who said I love you first. How long did it take you to give it up. When did you start paying for everything. When did you expect him to pay for everything. There is definitely score keeping going on; don’t live in a fantasy world and believe it ain’t happening. It is. You probably have zero if you’re not keeping score. Poor you. There are as many games as people on earth I’m sure. Everyone has an agenda: I Don’t Want You to Discover My Girlfriend. You Have No Idea I Will Control Your Every Move, I Hope to God You Can’t Tell I Really, Really Love You, and so on and so on. Everyone is lying. Everyone has a hidden agenda. Everyone is keeping a secret scorecard. I think I will remain on the sideline with the waterboy. (yeah, I’m bitter, so???)

Oldie but goodie: Don’t Stop the Music by Yarbrough & Peoples.

I loved the Da Vince Code!

If you haven’t read the book, do it. It was a great suspenseful novel. But, if you are upset about a piece of fiction, please go get your head examined. No one cares that CSI is wrecking havoc on the criminal justice system. These shows with their fabricated science and limitless, fictitious, state budgets for hi-tech equipment has poisoned the jury pool. No one cares that the medical community says time and time again that our favorite medical dramas Grey’s Anatomy and ER are far from the truth of real medical care and treatment. The Da Vinci Code is an interesting and fascinating work of fiction. I hate to tell people, but the Bible is not an infallible, historical document. The most popular Bible in print in America is the ‘King James VERSION.’ It says right there on the spine of the book: VERSION. According to dictionary.com version means: (1) A description or account from one point of view, especially as opposed to another; (2) A particular form or variation of an earlier or original type or (3) An adaptation of a work of art or literature into another medium or style. An adaptation. A variation. Not an exact translation or a literal copy. But, I digress into theology. It’s a movie for enjoyment!!!! A money making scheme. It’s not an educational or theological tool. Everything on TV and Movies should be suspect to its viewers. It’s a SELLING tool. It’s not meant to educate. And yes they can lie, fantasize, exaggerate, distort, amplify, diminish, minimalize any fact they want to. It’s entertainment. Have I said that already? Go see the movie or don’t. Nobody protested The Passion because it portrayed Jesus, arguably a black or brown man, as a scrawny, white guy.

Love this song: You by Raheem DeVaughn.

Derby was off the CHAIN.

I started off at The Roots concert on Wednesday. That was one of the best concerts I have ever been to in my life. (I’ve seen my husband Maxwell TWICE, so that would be the best two concerts I’ve ever seen.) The Roots and Common made every hair on my body stand on end. I was energized. Positive. Funky. Real Hip Hop. Not the disgusting, vulgar, cheerleading chanting bullcrap that permeates the airwaves today. I know I sound like an old fart when I say this: but music was better in my day. (Ha! I sound funny even to myself.) But for real, besides good beats, okay great beats, these songs SAY nothing. Hip hop used to be about good fun, a little male bravado, spreading hard-knock life wisdom. Women could be beautiful sex kittens (Real Roxanne) or hard core rhyme spitters (MC Lyte). Hip hop artists were college students or college grads. Now we have nothing but illiterate, ex-drug dealer, high school drop outs that can’t form a complete sentence let alone an intricate rhyme containing allusion to books, 70s kung fun movies, or old time jazz or blues. We have ignorant, small minded manchildren that lust over every non-black woman on earth who can barely read and couldn’t freestyle their way out a paperbag. I could go on but you get my point, don’t you? Oh yeah, and I learned some life-saving news as well. More on that in the future.

Next, went to the annual bash at Kye’s in Jeffersonville. It’s like a reunion of all the kids that went to U of L in the nineties. It was nice to see a lot of old friends, but I really didn’t have that much fun I’m sorry to say. I don’t think I was in the right mind frame. You have be in the right mind frame to party some days. Sometimes you want to party, sometimes you want to slap every man you see with gold teeth. Luckily this was the type of party where gold teeth were at a minimum. Just a bunch of neo-soul, bourgeoisie negros. You know my type of people, but they were getting on my nerves. See them all year long.

Finally, we went to the annual Darryl Griffith party. It’s been a long, long time since I’ve seen so many fiiiiiiine, Black brothas in suits. I’m so sick of baggie jeans and white tees. (Remember when guys wore khakis, K-swiss tennis shoes, white t-shirt with a sweater vest?) Back to the grown men. There were tons of good lucking guys. Some young one from Thompkinsville, Kentucky hit on me…..that was flattering. He had to be 21. Ooooo, 21. Okay, I’m back. The dj was Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid Capri. Awesome. The drinks free. The food free. Saw Usher. Saw Floetry. Saw Michael Jordan. Awesome. I heard there was some kind of horse race, but I missed it.

I only trust three men & two are dead

Daddy, Granddaddy, and JNP are the only three men I trust. Granddaddy and JNP are both with the Creator; Daddy is at home worshipping, adoring and loving my Mama. The rest of you men are all suspects until proven you can be otherwise. Trust is earned and not given out like shiny, new pennies to unsuspecting toddlers who don’t know the value of “monies.” Girls, that man who told you he’s not seeing anyone else, he’s lying: he has three girlfriends and a finance. The one who says he hates homosexuals is on the downlow. The one who claims to be writing the next American classic is lazy. The one who tells you he won’t think you’re a slut if you sleep with him on the first date has already wrote your name and phone number in the men’s stall at O’Shea’s. The one who says he loves you really loves only one part of you. The one who tells you he’s working late is schtupping the secretary. The one that says he works third shift and can’t spend the night is married. The one that says he only has one child he means only one child with his first babymama. Now, GJ, that’s man-bashing, everything else I have written are just legitimate gripes. See the difference???

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May 3, 2006

Louisville, Ky---There was a hip hop/rap concert last night at Coyotes. No one was shot. There were no fights. No half-nekkid girls dropped it like it was hot. There was no bling-bling. News…..not at 10 or 11 or ever…..’cuz it was positive & fun.

The Roots tore the roof off the motherfather…..

Sorry you missed it, honey, but I saw lots of your friends.

A Day without Immigrants

I have mixed feeling about this protest. 90% of me totally supports these brown people, but 10% is a little agitated. I totally agree that the country encourages Mexicans to come to the US by the endless supply of jobs. Many in the Black community have not so facetiously opined that the Mexican is the new “(fill in the blank).” The 21^st century slave. The people that enter the country illegally are being exploited for the most part. How? Well, let’s say this: many on conservative radio are saying “these people are taking American jobs.” Untrue. They are working for less than minimum wage with no benefits or safe working environments. How many Americans would work under such horrendous conditions? Hardly any. Wal-mart the biggest employer in America has also the highest turnover rate because they offer such low wages and no benefits (see this book The Wal-Mart Effect). If Americans won’t work in a air-conditioned department store with lunch breaks and rest breaks for low wages and no benefits, why would they work in the HOT ass sun for low wages and no medical benefits of any kind??? We should all want ALL working people in this country to demand a modicum of respect at least. Our sweat labor IS important no matter what corporate says. We need a labor movement in this country. Wages have not moved in decades, but the cost of living continues to rise. Allowing these brown people to be exploited is not going to help matter at all in fact it will only worsen the position of workers. So, these brown people should protest. Okay, here’s the but: Why don’t they start a REVOLUTION in their native land of Mexico? Why don’t they rise up against the super-wealthy class of Mexico and demand their part of the Mexican dream? Why aren’t they in the streets of the Mexico City raising hell about wages, jobs, and a better way of life? Why don’t they topple over their extremely corrupt government and fight for a Mexico that resembles America? They are obviously very hard working people with tenacity, intelligence and courage. They brave deserts, militia men and Border Patrol to get into America. Why don’t they fight for the lives they so desperately want? “Sí se puede!” (Yes we can) should be “¡Sí se puede empezar una revolución en México!” (Yes we can start a revolution in Mexico!) If the Spanish is not quite right….you get my point, right? (Rarely do people get my point…..)

GETTING READY FOR THE ROOTS AT COYOTE’S ON WEDNESDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!