I'm moving in whether you like it or not

Ever here of Hazelton, Pennsylvania? It’s in the middle of very interesting trial in federal court. I’m somewhat torn. Well, not really. Let me give you the brief recitation of the facts of Hazelton, PA: In a matter of a couple of years this small town of about 30,000 have been overrun with illegal aliens from Mexico and Central America. This town has seen an increase of violent crimes, narcotics activity, and gang activity. The barbaric and vicious Central American gang/guerrilla soldiers of MS-13 are even present in this town that could never be described as a teaming “metropolis.” The other results of this influx of illegal immigrants are a completely overwhelmed local healthcare system, social services, law enforcement and educational system. The answer? According to the city it’s the drafting and passing of the Illegal Immigration Relief Act. The Act came after a couple of extremely violent crimes by illegals. This Act fines and punishes citizens for renting to illegals or employing illegals (that’s just for starters). The city officials decided if the Feds wouldn’t do anything to patch the Sieve that is the American borders then they would. In steps the ACLU and the rest is you know in Federal court. Well, any first year law student can tell you, what the town did violates supremacy clause of the Constitution (i.e., Feds rule, States drool). But, here is my problem---what the hell were they supposed to do? Crime went up 30%! Violence, gangs and drugs are terrorizing this little town. Of course, some illegals are looking for a better life. (Why they don’t fight for a better life in their own country is baffling to me, but whatever.) But, some of these people are just plain criminals. The welcome of the Statute of Liberty says give me your huddle masses yearning to breathe free, not give me your vile, brutal criminals yearning to kill, maim and intimidate. The question is why doesn’t the Federal government fix the border. Let people in through the proper channels. We cannot continue on this path of turning a blind eye to border patrol (uh, 9/11, duh). We have an infrastructure problem as it is—no need to overburden it with an illegal alien problem as well. I have no doubt that many illegals work hard in this country, but they should come in under the legal measures set in place. I have nothing against Latinos, I do have a problem with people from other countries coming here and living without any oversight or regulations. There is a rule of law that should be enforced. How would you feel if I moved into your garage for a better life and you couldn’t do anything but feed me, give me free medical care, and educate all my children for free? All I would have to do is displace you from your job and get paid less to do the same work or more. Good deal. I’ll be over in the middle of night and your neighbors are going to make you do it. See ya soon!

MTV Generation

I’m apart of this cultural weirdness. MTV is just over 25 years old. I remember when showed videos! (Ha!) Anyway, the video is an interesting cultural, economic and sociological phenomenon. More specifically the rap video. As hip hop has changed, so have its videos. I remember when the stars of rap videos where “around the way” girls. You know the girl with extensions in hair, bamboo earrings at least two pair, a fendi bag….you get the picture. She was various colors of the rainbow from Brown sugar lassies and caramel treats, peach-skinned girlies, walnut tinted women, and plum tinted black ladies. But then rap became a billion dollar industry. Rap artists weren’t just hood heroes. They were international stars (with matching bank accounts & fame) with fans in Japan, Denmark, France, Brazil, and Australia. With international stardom come international female worshippers. Girls that never would have thought twice about a black male as a lover or a boyfriend or husband were suddenly loving the new negro star. The around the way girl was unceremoniously and sanctimoniously eliminated from the video, the object of desire and her rightful place as the queen of rap. Of course, her African booty (that can’t be replicated by plastic surgery or be bought in any store) is good enough even though it is such a carnal, hedonistic, over-sexed stereotype it’s impossible to watch. Then lies started about why the around the way girl was dropped like a bad habit. She’s a bad mother. She has a bad attitude. She’s mean. She’s hateful. She stinks. She doesn’t take care of herself. She’s a whore. She’s a (b)itch. She’s too black. The around the way girl scrambled to keep up and self-correct. But she was too late. There was a trade up for a “better” woman. Here’s the hierarchy: 1. White woman, 2. asian woman, 3. latin woman, 4. any other woman (Indians just started feeling the black man’s money, I mean vibe), 5. a mix of the first four, and then 5. the Black woman. (SIDEBAR: I saw pictures of James Brown’s wives from the first one when he was barely famous until his death: first wife plum tinted black, second wife caramel cutie, third wife white.) That is why like 12 years ago I stopped watching videos. They're poisonous. I only watch them sparingly now and that’s out of pure curiosity—like I’m watching the Wild Kingdom and the mating dance of the speckled hornytoad of South America. If you were smart you would stop watching them and especially boycott BET.

If you are white, you probably don’t understand anything I just wrote. Well consider yourself educated.

(You can thank LL COOL J’s video “I need love” for this post. What a classic and fantastic video that was)

Distractions

There are dreams I have, which will be fulfilled, but, at times, my attention is draw away from them. My life will include a husband that loves, adores and worships me. He will appreciate, love and like me. He will rather be in my company than anyone else’s and he will know that he wants me to the exclusion of any other woman. My husband will have no kids and no ex-wife who will wear my last nerve, but if he does any of those things the ex-wife will be married to great guy and there will be ONLY one kid. Me and this fantastic husband o’mine will have at least four babies (all girls) and live in a large, comfortable, beautiful house. We will have a big, fun dog like a Great Dane or a Mastiff named Brutus, as well as, a couple of cats---Mulder and Scully. We will go on vacations to Florida and do fun family stuff like cook-outs. We will have family friends and all the kids will get along. I will have a great job that I love and hubby will have a great job that he loves as well. The girls will be full of personality, kind, loving, caring, funny, generous and very smart. The pets will be well behaved and NEVER do any funny business on the carpet. Now, this life I have describe will happen and the only thing stopping it is me. I have to be courageous to get rid of dead weight (you know who you are) and be patient until this Fabu Hubby reveals himself (he’s been dreaming of me too, ya know). I’ve been distracted by Mr. Goodbar, Mr. Niceguy, Mr. Fine-azz, and Mr. BestFriend, but none of them is Mr. Fabu Hubby. I know it. They know it. The American People know it. So, no more distractions. No more settling. No more pining. No more hedonism. No more hoping. I’m going to be patient, Mr. Fabu is on his way. (hurry up dude!)

Every Minute

Every minute I am ungrateful for everything I have, for everything I have been blessed with is a betrayal. Every minute I complain about not having enough money for MORE shoes or another purse is a betrayal. Every minute I am unappreciative for my 2004 car or my oversized apartment it is a betrayal. I am blessed to be born to intelligent and righteous parents. I am blessed to be born in a country where opportunities are available. I am blessed to be born right thinking and whole. I am blessed to have a caring mother, a revolutionary father, a loving sister and a dynamic niece. I am blessed to have good friends. I can no longer be consumed with what I do not have and realize I have so much. I can no longer be depressed that I live a certain way and not another because I live so well. I can no longer whine and bitch about the CD I could not buy when I have hundreds. I have hundreds of channels of TV to enjoy. I have tons of books and magazines to read and devour for their knowledge. I have indoor plumbing, heat, a fully equipped kitchen, tons of comfortable furniture and tons of clothes. The things I have are so many. I can complain no more. I can whine no more. I can only be grateful. I can only be appreciative. I can only be thankful. I can only focus on all the things the Creator has given me. To do anything else is a betrayal.