Saturday, September 30, 2006

$25 million reasons to live (i.e. how to say some dumb shit)

The plan was to comment on the Terrell Owens saga and what a buffon he has become. But, I read my girl Angry Black Bitch's take on the matter, and decided to just defer to her. Check out her take on what TO's weave-wearing-ass publicist said.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

No longer his boo

We all thought Whitney and Bobby would be one of those ultra-ghetto couples. Yall know what I'm talking about: One of those couples that, despite being ghetto as all get out, somehow manage to stay together. Ultra-ghetto couples have a pattern: They argue, fight, call the police, separate, get back together, fuck, then proclaim to the world they are in love. Then, a few weeks later, they do it all over again.

Ultra-Ghetto couples have 911 on speed dial. Ultra-ghetto couples usually have everybody and they mamma up in their business, calling relatives and uncles and great nephews with their problems. They don't realize that most people drawn into the Ultra-Ghetto Couple universe are laughing at them and taking bets on how long they'd stay together.

I'm geeked that Whitney dumped his sorry ass. Maybe now she can get off the crack and go back to being the performer she used to be. Yeah, I'm a Whitney Houston fan. Or, I used to be. She was the shit back in the day, back before she decided she just had to have a bad boy, back before the weed be talking to her and she decided that crack was "wack."

It was actually Jemele who convinced me that Whitney and Bobby were an Ultra-Ghetto couple. I had been waiting for a break-up for years when Jemele pointed out that it probably wasn't going to happen. I had come to the painful realization that she was probably right, and the chances that I'd get my girl Whitney back were slim. Jemele is apparently mourning this break up on her blog. I will agree with her on one thing: Whitney and Bobby were entertaining, in a train-wreck-sort-of-way.

But now, hell, I guess anything is possible. But I guess it depends on whether Whitney is too far gone on the drugs to get her shit together and make a somewhat decent comeback.

I hope that rehab be talking to her.

Friday, September 08, 2006

A negro, not a greek

In recently talking to a cool cat I just met, he asked me: "What are you?"

"A writer."

"No, brotha, you a Kappa?"

"Naw, bro."

"So you an Alpha, then."


"So what are you?"


"You didn't pledge?" he said, stunned.

"Naw, bro."

"Oh, so you're independent???"


The conversation ended soon after that.

My boy JB once said that the black greek system was one of the worst things to ever happen to black people.

I agree.

Sunday, September 03, 2006

So these mofos just hate EVERYBODY, huh?

Do Klansmen have nothing better to do? These mofos need a hobby. Or a woman. Or something better to do. I mean, damn. This story tripped me out. They hate blacks, jews, gays, Latinos and immigrants.

Somebody need to tell their sorry asses to pick up a damn history book. Fools act like they were the first one's up in this piece.

"New South" my ass

Atlanta - So I'm in the ATL for a long Labor Day weekend getaway. I'm at a nice hotel in Midtown. More than 90 percent of the hotel staff is black which, at first, I thought was cool.

But you know what? I've gotten some of the worst service I've ever gotten in my life. I travel quite a bit, and I know good service when I see it. I have not gotten it here. The valet guys ignore me when I pull up in my rental car. I just had breakfast and the hostess damn-near sat me in the kitchen. I had to BEG the waiter for more orange juice, and then had to BEG him for a pen to sign my receipt.

These are some serious player-hatin-ass negroes up in the ATL.

What's wrong with us?