RACISM IS ALIVE - DON'T ACT SURPRISED

Yes, that's Michelle and Barack Obama, in the Oval Office, wearing revolutionary and Islamic attire, engaging in flag burning, Osama worshiping and fist bumping.

Absolutely not worth my time. I don't discuss blatant, incendiary racism when it is done just to stir up fear and loathing. Lest you forget, I live in Cobb County, Georgia, where these stupid ass people think that their ignorance is shared by all. It is strange that The New Yorker would take it this far, but I'm used to it.

Check out these tasteful and dignified items of race-baiting that originate not far from where I reside.


FROM THE ROSWELL BEACON:





FROM MULLIGAN'S FOOD & SPIRITS IN MARIETTA




Whatever the fuck. There's nothing new under the sun.


"White people could never surprise me with racism."
- Chris Rock

REALLY DEAD MCs

Tony Snow, former White House spokesman, is dead from colon cancer, and that’s for real. He was given the job after Ari Fleischer and Scott McClellan decided that that shit was for the birds and flew away.


SOME PEOPLE BELIEVED HE WAS JUST ANOTHER BUSH MONKEY, but others were just frustrated that he never seemed to know what the hell was going on.





I remember him being pretty shifty with the truth in most if not all of his press conferences, but it was his job. And who wouldn’t take a job working for the president, knocking down questions that he doesn’t have time to answer? Sounds uncomfortable, but the check was probably nice enough to deal with it. Who am I to tell him not to feed his own? He was a journalist and a great writer from what I hear, which can make you a professional liar of sorts, especially in the wrong situation. Who knows if he was any better or worse than the rest of us. At least he’s out of his pain. Blessings to his family.

On the low, some unsigned underground rapper needs to take that name now that it’s available, if you ask axe me. Sounds like the biggest cocaine dealer the world ever knew. No disrespect.


And now, for your pleasure, the late Tony Snow plays the blues.





R.I.P. to The Snowman.

BREAKFAST IS DEAD

I present to you, "Futuristic Brunch."




If you look at the producer credits, you'll see a familiar name. Don't say I don't break bread.

JESSE JACKSON IS DEAD

JESSE DONE EFFED UP.

See, I've been telling people this for a minute, and it seems like nobody listened until today. But the old school class of black representatives is slowly dying off, in terms of political lifespan. Nobody cares what they think, or else their endorsements would have carried weight in the primary. This is what I call old geezers not recognizing that the times have changed without their consent. And that's what you call revolution.

If you haven't heard, Messie Jessie went off on a tangent and told UnitedHealth Group executive Dr. Reed V. Tuckson, in a whisper that was never meant to be caught by an open microphone (which it was), "See, Barack's been talking down to black people ... I want to cut his nuts off."





My question is why? Was Jessie planning to pickle them and serve them as appetizers for his next meeting with the Clintons? Nolo? Or is he just saltier than balls at the fact that Obama came out of nowhere and has managed to go further and farther than either he or Al Sharpton?





All I know is that this pretty much cements the fact that Jesse Jackson Sr., along with the entire elder statesmen group of the black Democratic electorate, is expired like bad chocolate milk. And he still doesn't know that his rhetoric, along with Bill Cosby's and Reverend Perm's is as outdated and questionable as LL COOL J . You're only still around because we used to love you as a performer, but now you're pushing it with this extra weird, persistent fuckery.

Big ups to Jesse Jackson Jr., who publicly denounced his father's bullshiite.





Out with the old; in with the new.

CHRISTMAS IN JULY - "SANTA CLAUS" IS DEAD

Before I even ask axe the following question, I need to say one thing. I am an even-thirds split between Native American, African-American and white - certified mutt. I am a southern Baptist, which means that I was brought up around people who believed that Jesus had blonde hair and blue eyes. On top of that, I'm also a proud member of the Mama's Boy club, because my mother is nothing less than a saint. She might even be a goddess, as far as I can tell, so if she lied to me during my early stages, I must assume it was with good intentions for my future, even if it now seems questionable.

But enough of all that, for now. It's not intended as an excuse for the question I pose to you. It's more of a way of explaining the thought behind it, if you follow. It just so happens that, after I posted that last one, I started thinking about religion for some reason. Then, I started thinking about Christmas. Then, I remembered that it's July. And then, I remembered the myth of SANTA CLAUS, and how I once was told to believe that he was real. And on, and on, and on....

And, lo and behold, my mind found a question that I've never before heard asked axed aloud in the ways I thought about, even though I'm sure it's been queried between you and friends or conversational associates - if not among one other person you trust, maybe even two. That is, assuming that you're not scared to confront people with real questions every now and again. If not, I hate to be the bearer of bad inquisitions and scare you off, but I just can't resist this one.

By the way, you don't even have to comment or respond. But if you feel like it's a good question, leave a note about it. You won't hurt my feelings either way.


Here goes...


If we live in a culture where children, as soon as they could comprehend, understand and enjoy a sweet bedtime story, were told by their parents to believe that a fat man named Santa Claus was flying around the world on a supersonic chariot of reindeer and delivering presents to every "good" child alive...

Then, one day, we discovered that the whole story was nothing short or long of a lie...

Then how are we, using the "Fool Me Once..." rule of thinking, supposed to truly believe in some of the religious traditions we hold so close to our hearts, which also start and justify wars between countries?



Too scary to even think about. But those who walk in fear will never reach the truth on their paths. That's not a quote, by the way. I just made that shit up. Get like me.

Lest you internet geeks start thinking that I just woke up and found out that I wouldn't get a new X-Box game and a train set this year, let me just say that I'm a grown-ass man. I've been beating down myths for a long time, way before some of my friends reached puberty. I'm of no illusionary mind that would let me believe anything that I haven't experienced. That includes God, and for the record, I'm a believer. A blond-haired, blue-eyed Jesus or a fat German on a sleigh that can will bring my bad-ass kids some gifts when I can't afford them? No mucho. And I don't even have bastards children yet, if I don't count internet haters. Which I don't.





Sorry to interrupt your sleep. You can thank me later for the gift that keeps on giving through generations... the truth. Now go give out some turkeys to the homeless or something.


"M*therf*ck*r, I'm ILL..."
- Lil' Wayne; "A Millie"