Well, I think…

Don't get it twisted. What these talk shows are doing is establishing a philosophy for you. What used to be the province of minds like Voltaire, Plato, or Kant is now the playscape for Rush Limbaugh? Steve Harvey? and Oprah?

Really?

Every time the camera tightens in on their face, that's theatre for the philosophy. After the midgets finish fighting...after the tear-filled relation of some personal trauma...after the fake laughter during the lame-assed skit...and, after the anchor pleads for you to visit the network's Facebook page to share your thoughts, the watered down philosophy begins. Consensus does not make an action WISER. If a clot of idiots agree to do something and one wise man objects, consensus demands that you pursue the idiotic course of action. ("Hey, y'all! Watch this!")

Fuck that. Imma do me. You do you...way over there where the pieces of you won't splash on my shirt.

The irony of this post does not escape me, by the way.

Really?

Laura (2/15/2011 12:11:42 PM): shut up fool...

She is SO rude. But, anyway, I told you: Somebody tells me to shut up at least once per day. My genius will be more appreciated after I'm gone.

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"I am a focused, determined, highly ambitious feminine woman that is living completely in the moment." çSeriously, do guys really WANT to date that chick? She'd give me a headache. I think I'd do better dating a chick with a 'stage name' that rhymes with 'wiggles'…providing she can cook.

I was on Facebook under my civilian identity (like that one? *smirk*) and asked The Fellas the following:

Fellas, if you were forced to pick between (a) the woman who didn't make a lot of money, but who really took care of your household or (b) the woman who brought that cheese, but who can't cook, doesn't clean and is more likely to be working late than with you, who would you choose?

One of my female friends IMMEDIATELY went in on that. She told me:

no man in his right mind gonna answer that......because dude act like women now and they want a broad with money....second no guy is gonna commit to answer a because that will leave most of the pressure on him....in todays society cooking and cleaning isnt a must or looked at as a task thats so hard a woman cant multitask with having a career.....plus men are staying single longer which mean they can cook and clean also...men are not looking for that anymore

Yet another reason why I'm happy with hip hop and PS3 as my steady lovers. So much less BS to deal with. I responded with this.

Honestly, I think the woman who we labeled "A" is gonna be a lot less inclined to do the whole "yours" & "mine" thing. She'd be more likely to say "ours". That's important to me.

My friend told me in a sidebar to this conversation and I understand her point:

making alot of money or not 40 hours a week at work is 40 hours a week at work.....time is being sped up we no longer have 24 hours in a day its more like 18 hours if i am not mistaken....women dont have that type of tme on their hands anymore

You know what? I respect her point, actually. I got something to think about today. That's very cool.

♩ Just a taste…of honneh! A little bit! ♬

If I ever get married again, the expenses will be plane tickets, hotel room, tiki torches for the sunset wedding on the beach, an itty bitty bikini + sarong (for her) and that's IT. $26K for a wedding? Are you out of your mind?

…oh, yeah! I forgot: a camera for the personal porno we'll be filming later that night.

They had the SI swimsuit models on David Letterman. Yowza! Them brawdz were hawt!

Anyway…interesting day for The Kid!

Later, tater!

Mr. Nigga

The whole N-word controversy really only stems from the innate belief that Black folks are too ignorant to formulate language and to know what they mean when they speak. No language anywhere is static. If people use a language and their geography changes, their economy changes, their circumstances change, then that language is GOING to be affected. New words are formed as new ideas occur.

This is one of the basic ideas behind anthropology. Anthropologists ideally want to study a culture, including its language, without any outside influence to avoid what they consider contamination. African cultures after the diaspora that spread its people all over this planet underwent a change. They could not stay the same. The languages of the people snatched from their homes and taken to The New World underwent all sorts of change. Cultures clashed violently and like any oppressed people, those who were and who had been slaves took their small victories where they could get them.

Now, consider this: I'm from Detroit. Detroit's first Black mayor was elected in 1970, the year of my birth. My entire existence has been in an environment where the descendants of slaves who are my people were self-aware and self-governing. In that environment, the word 'nigga', as it was used, was & is different than the word "nigger".

Now, this is the part where you start squirming in your chair and declare that, based on your experience, this is semantics. You cannot wrap your mind around this. Even though, you call your female friend your "friendgirl" rather than your "girlfriend" to avoid confusion, you can't see it. Even though you can call your best male friend "ya boy", but would be insulted with him if a White man called him 'boy', you don't comprehend.

So, let me just make it clear to you and to those knucklehead White folks who are clamoring to use the word because we can. I can say 'nigga'. I'm not saying 'the N-word". Fuck that. I know what I mean when I say it. My boy knows what I mean when I say it. That is the essence of communication in this changed English language, Urban American dialect. Until you understand the proper usage, context and differentiation between 'nigga' and 'nigger', you can't use the word. It's one of those things like the "'i' before 'e', except after 'c' rule". It doesn't have to make sense. It can even not apply sometimes. Just roll with it.

Hip Hop

My lady.

My love.

Hip hop.

Electric Feel

Online Therapy: $1

This is a crazy world we live in. All these self-help books, websites and relationship gurus got you folks bonkers, f'real. Before you do some of the shіt you do, consider whether its some ol' weird shіt only customary in America or whether it's something more commonplace with the rest of humanity. Because, people pay lip service to this fact, but they don't truly acknowledge it: American political correctness is out of fucking control.

Those who fail to heed history's lessons are doomed to repeat its failures.

The lapdogs are determining the way things are done, nowadays. They sneer at the curs and mutts for their coarseness. The lapdogs believe in the big, bad wolf…but, they think they'll never deal with him or his like. Look at some of the simple things. Microsoft Word corrects gender-specific wording like mailman or policeman if you don't turn off the setting. Apparently, enough people think using "postman" is wrong to elicit the effort to program word-processing software to slap your hand for using it.

Meanwhile, the biggest economy in the world is the one where, not all that long ago, they used to kill their girl children because boy children were preferable.




Women like to confront me about being divorced. They say this: "You still love your ex-wife." Or, "You and your ex-wife are going to get back together again." Then, they stare into my eyes, furiously searching for some dramatic realization and revelation where I say some shіt like, "Y-y-you're right! *sigh* I didn't realize it. But, I do still love my ex-wife."

*Cue sunset*
*Fade*
*Credits*

Bіtch, just cuz YOU got pregnant by your ex after y'all broke up…

You can't be me. OK? Stop watching Oprah! At 4:00, just turn your TV the fuсk off and go sit on the porch. How 'bout that?

Ugh! That's why I'm really not giving a fuсk about dating right now. I'm just really not. I mean: my eyes are open. But, I'm real cool sittin' at home watchin' Netflix. BY. MY. FUCKING. SELF.

'Honey do' List, my black ass!

Oh, lord! I forgot about what happened the last time I thought about this shіt! OK, look! Don't call me mad & cussing cuz I had this soliloquy on tap, ok? This ain't about YOU, per se.

Loose the hounds!

I just saw this F-Cup mami putting the breast milk that she just expressed into the refrigerator downstairs. Thankfully, I made it back upstairs without banging this thing into any doorknobs or causing one of the biddies in the back to shriek and faint from her consideration of the dimensions. Good Lord! You should see those puppies. Actually, those things are hounds. She has to harness them.

*fanning*

She's safe, though. Unless a chick showed me the Restraining Order she had against a dude/brawd, I wouldn't poach a servicemanperson's woman. S/He's out there being shot at by [whatever we're labeling our non-American opponents this year]. S/He won't have to worry about me poaching the cooch whilst doing so.

DA/DT

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I had other considerations of life, liberty and the pursuit of happyness(sic). But, unless I put them down right when I'm having them, then *poof* they vanish into the æther.

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Back to the grind…

I'm going back to training tonight. My trusty steed had some issues. I had my radiator and my starter replaced, one right after the other, in the last six weeks. I couldn't make that trek the way I normally would. *psy* As a consequence, this is going to h-u-r-t. I have to tone my muscles back up AND lose the gut I put on. Somewhere along the way, I lost that drive that I had to get back to class in the first place. I don't know what's going on with me with that.

It's an odd moment to look at your life and have the self-realization that you've actually been depressed. Am I still depressed? Will I be able to dig myself out of the hole I put myself into? I was off for a week and a half, grew a beard…hair was woolly. As I got ready for work today, I ended up doing a self-assessment whilst shaving my head and face.

Maybe that's the issue with me. Women sense depression like dogs sense fear, don't they? LoL@that.

Meh! Whutiver! Doesn't really matter, does it? I'm both amused and appalled at myself slipping into/being in this state with all of this proclaimed & diagnosed self-awareness that I'm supposed to possess.

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Love! Hate! Sex! Pain!

…makes me wanna have a knockdown, drag-out, superhero/Saiyan fightsmashbrawl with a brawd the way Will Smith & whatsherface did in Hancock.




…anyway.

Social Networking

I’m forced to suffer through the banality of American culture with the displays in my company’s lobby being set to Headline News. Every day, there’s a slicked-up, graphically glossed, monument to stupidity beamed out to the world. “Let’s go to (the phone/Facebook/Twitter) to see what viewers have to say.” This is the point where the news that THEY have chosen to highlight gets doused in the putrescence of Middle American opinion. I mean, quite a few of the people around you RIGHT NOW are functional morons. I’m sure you know this. If you don’t see any functional morons around you, that means that YOU are the functional moron in that setting. Anyway…why would you give any validity to the opinion of a functional moron?

Me:    Why should they consider themselves “terrorists”? They know that in a setting of conventional warfare, they’d be slaughtered. They realize that the public in the West is fickle. So, they strike at that base of support. In their eyes, there are no “noncombatants” and they don’t really give a damn what anyone else thinks about that. Hell, the word “assassin” comes from THEIR culture.

You:    I like green.

HLN:    There you have it. Terrorists should be in fear of green.

*smh*

Watching dummies reinforce their Closely Held Stupidities is a window into reality as it currently stands. People are snuggled comfortably into their stupidity like a winter blanket on a cold day, apparently. Some clod stands up and parrots some idiotic statement made by some politician that conveniently completely ignores fact, history and established custom.

“Well, I think…” *bovine excreta spews* The crowd applauds.

The maxim is, “Those who don’t know history are destined to repeat it.” The West, in general, and America, in particular, are relatively sure that doesn’t mean them. NIMBY. Some moron is SUING McDonalds for successfully marketing Happy Meals. So, in effect, she wants to strip me of MY choice to reward my child with a Happy Meal because SHE won’t tell her brats ‘no’. You cannot have a laissez faire system of economics on one hand and restrict/penalize companies who find ways to successfully market their product on the other. The same goes for Four Loko. Rather than refuse to buy a product that they find unpalatable, for whatever reason; these knobs are trying to ban it. *smh* Just dumb…

And, the news media considers you a moron, as well. Start critically reading and watching the news. Watch how media outlets describe things. Any employee who speaks out against the practices of a former employer is described as ‘disgruntled’. When someone speaks passionately against something, it’s described dismissively in the media as a ‘rant’. Your music is segregated and programmed for you. You’re spoon-fed your own opinion and conditioned to accept the consensus of a group rife with morons, idiots,  and imbeciles. And, you accept it.

That’s why it doesn’t bother me what YOU think about what I like.

You're the Only One

I only wish that I could do something like this with my daughter.

Physical Graffiti

My ex-wife is high yella. In fact, I know quite a few caucasians who are actually DARKER than she is. The only thing, besides a complete lack of desire, that kept her from passing for White is her nose.

Now, I'm not saying this to extol the virtues of her translucent skin and inability to tan. I was just musing on something that I used to do. Y'see, sometimes, I get bored easily. I mean, I'm sitting there, there's nothing to do, everything is quiet, everyone else is asleep, I have a Sharpie...

So, I'd write on her naked buttcheeks while she was asleep. I mean, I couldn't put a whole manifesto on her ass cuz that would wake her up. But, I could write short, concise statements on life, the universe and our place in it. You know...shit like: This End Up! complete with an arrow. Sometimes, I'd write "Bite Me". Or, the ever-pithy: ASS

Then, I wouldn't say anything. She'd get up later and begin or continue her day. It wasn't until she had to 'drop trou' in front of a mirror that my handiwork would become apparent. Then, I'd hear my name bellowed from the echoing space of the bathroom. Shortly afterward, I'd be confronted by an angry midget! "Stop writing on my ass!!!"

*psy*

I miss that.

Joy & Pain! Sunshine…and Rain!

Ugh! She just dipped a cookie in Lactaid! I'm genuinely appalled by that notion.

I trained Saturday. I didn't even feel like going to class. It was a nice, sunny day…but, my whole damned body was SORE. I just felt beat up. I went anyway.

I got beat up more. I got taken down twice and submitted once. I tend to fight down to the level of my competition. That whole cowboy ethic kicks in because I'm not really fighting. In a real fight, I'm trying to tear something off you and throw the piece on your laid out body. In training, what's the point of that?

Plus, I really want to learn technique. It isn't about being big & strong. Because, when I face somebody who is just as big and just as strong as I am (if not bigger and stronger), then, technique is what will make a difference. So, I consciously avoid 'overpowering' people to submit them. I tend to let people get holds and then using techniques and, sometimes speed, work to get out of them. In doing that, I get caught sometimes. I got caught three times, Saturday. But, (get this) I had a good time.

What is the point of saying "Armed Gunman"? Have you ever heard of an 'unarmed gunman'? *holds fingers in the classic gun pose* Check it in, fool!

It rained all day yesterday. It was that cold, penetrating rain. My bones hurt all day. I dragged my carcass to class, anyway. I got to the gym and we had to jump rope. That'll warm your bones. So, I was lightly toasted from jumping rope tripping over the rope for several minutes. Then, we learned were taught a move. Initially, I survived on sheer athleticism (and speed). I may not use all of my strength in training, but damn if I'm not using all of my speed. But, I'm beginning to remember some of my training and moves. I caught a dude in a triangle choke, last night. I also got three inverted guillotines and an ankle lock on other opponents. I didn't get submitted once.

Next class, I might get my ass royally kicked. Yesterday's class, though, was a success. Now, I just need to learn that pass he showed us.

How nerdy is an R2D2 ringtone? I guess it's better than taped glasses, a pocket protector and floods.

…and then?

I think that I have a thumbprint on my calf.

Everything between my clavicles and my waist is Under Construction.

My ex-wife told me today that my daughter is afraid of me. What kind of screwy bullshit is THAT? Every time I talk to this chick, I wish that I could go back in time to just before I proposed to her and slap the SHIT out of my younger self.

Anyway…

*lookin' @ my watch*

Any minute now, some chick is gonna tell me how I hate women.

*Thelma Evans-class eye roll*

Whutiver…yer wrong and I'm not arguing with you about it. I hate dumb women. If you're not a dumb woman, then I'm not talking to or about you.

*paradigm shift*

Ain't it great to be alive?

You see that dummy try to outrun the police and get tased today? FAIL!

Anyway…I have a lot on my mind, but little to say tonight.

Peace…

Crabbie Patties

Do we really have that crabs in a bucket mentality? Sheesh! Remember when I told you how brothaz do each other in class when they're a little advanced and know a couple things? They try to put you in a hold that hurts. Basically, they wanna make you look like a bitch. What's going on in their heads that they think this is necessary? I'm wondering if there's some subtle dynamic in the class that I'm missing that makes a brotha come roaring out of the blocks like that.

Now, before I dealt with all of this, I got called out by this Latino dude. I don't know why he called ME out, with 15 people standing there. But, he did. So, we rolled. He immediately went into a flurry of moves trying to submit me. I wasn't being mean or malicious, honestly. But, I bounced him all over that mat. Mostly working on the 'No' technique. I got a side mount. I went from a side mount to a full mount. That's pretty good. I'm pleased that I could do that.

Tonight, I rolled with three brothaz, a Latino and an Asian dude. I got caught in one armbar…but, that's because I couldn't do ANOTHER somersault. Yeah, me: All 76" and eighth of a ton of dark meat in class doing flips to get out of holds. So, anyway, new guy in class tonight…big brotha named Curtis. Curtis is strong as shit, too. But, I was showing him the basic guard and guard pass. He was burning a lot of energy trying to keep me in his guard. I told him, "At our size, you're going to burn energy a lot faster than these little dudes. Conserve energy."

So, then the other brotha comes over. He says, "We'll switch up." So, Curtis goes and sticks his neck out and gets triangle choked. I ain't tell him about that. I guess that was Lesson 2. So, then, I roll with the dude and he immediately started trying to put me in an armbar. I employed the 'No' technique to perfection. I looked up at Curtis and said, "He knows a lot of arm submissions." So, of course, dude switches over to leg submissions. I did three (count 'em: THREE) flips to get out of them. He looked at me with new respect after that.

I rolled with Tom today. Tom's Vietnamese and built like a fireplug. Every time that I've been honestly submitted and it wasn't fatigue, Tom's done it. He makes me sick. But, Tom's a cool dude. So, whatever. Tom started out in my guard, worked out of it, and blocked my armbar attempt. (My submissions SUCK!!!) I did two flips getting out of armbars by Tom. The last time, I was EXHAUSTED. I ended up tapping. So far, of all the fighters that I've faced, Tom's the only person that my 'No' technique just flat-out fails on. Of course, he has forearms like Popeye, no exaggeration. He grabs my wrist and it's like being in a vise…and I can't MAKE him let go. *smh* I'm subconsciously workin' on that one. 

Papa Klump to Mama Klump (after she kept passing out seeing Sherman's transformations: I ain't gon' keep PICKIN' yo' big ass up!

And, lastly, I rolled with this brotha named Joseph. Joseph worked hard. I was hard-pressed to keep him in my guard. I went for an armbar and that muhfukkah flipped me completely over. I kicked off the wall and got out of a submission. I narrowed my eyes. I said, 'How long have you been doing this?" He said that he'd only been in class a couple months. I had a psyqyq epiphany: But, you've wrestled, haven't you? He just grinned. I said, "I hate fighting wrestlers. It's like fighting a wet blanket." I almost got him in an iron cross.

All-in-all, I had a really good workout. The teacher gave me pounds. The arm that got caught in the armbar HURTS, though. I need a big booty cutie to sit on it and massage it with her asscheeks.

. o O ( Did I just say that out loud?!? )

Elephant Bullets

Remember the bull from Bugs Bunny?



Yeah…him.

Imagine him somehow were-morphed into human form. That's who I had to spar with tonight…

Now, imagine the were-bull tenderizing 250 pounds of raw steak…with Thor's hammer.

That was me…18 minutes on the mat with a minotaur, bay-beee!!!!

'member when I was all like, "I wanna spar with somebody MY size?" Fuck that! Gimme more skinny dudes. My shoulders and neck are BURNING, right now. That fool grabbed my head in both hands and freaking YANKED! Fortunately, I'm fast as a cobra. I hit the mat and skidded away like a hockey puck. (Hockey pucks are black, see?) Anyway, he grabbed my ankles and yanked. He grabbed my arms and yanked. He...sensing a theme here? I'm glad his ass was tired from training all day. Sheesh. Fighting him fresh would've been a nightmare!

The teacher said good training, though!

Your Lucky Star Isn’t

It is the 21^st Century. Scientists are working on quantum computers. That is: microscopic computers. Humans have gone to the moon and mapped the human genome. Despite the hate in their souls, white folks fuсked around and elected an African-American as President of the United States. So, you'd think that things were advancing, even if they weren't necessarily improving, right?

The people I know are not children. That is to say, they're grown muhfukkaz, right? How come, near the second decade of the 21^st Century, the people I know still believe in fuсking astrology. I mean: I could understand confusion about evolution. I can even get some of the weirder religious beliefs of some folks. But, for the life of me, I do not understand why Black folks CLING stubbornly to astrology. You know why so many people are born in mid-to-late September? Cuz, their parents got drunk on Christmas/New Years. How special is THAT star?

*smh*

Raw & Uncut Cynicism

This is a repost from a blog I wrote four years ago. Something about it resonates...but, probably not for the reason YOU think.

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The reality and the fantasy...

Know what the ORIGINAL Kryptonite is? Let me provide some biblical examples for you:

Adam was a perfect man GIFTED with the perfect woman crafted by the Supreme Being. That's a li'l different from your aunt telling you about her friend's cute daughter. Remember how that turned out?

Samson was the strongest man alive. He killed a lion with his bare hands. BEFORE he met Delilah, he was married. Did you know that? Samson asked a riddle of his new inlaws. The bet was: 30 linen garments and 30 sets of clothes.

"Then Samson's wife threw herself on him, sobbing, 'You hate me! You don't really love me. You've given my people a riddle, but you haven't told me the answer.'"

"I haven't even explained it to my father or mother," he replied, "so why should I explain it to you?" She cried the whole seven days of the feast. So on the seventh day he finally told her, because she continued to press him. She in turn explained the riddle to her people."

*scowl*

I keep hearing Dave Mustaine croon how it all turns to ashes in your mouth.

Each year of life another hope, dream or desire is crushed irrevocably. When you see a newborn, you see near infinite potential, promise and possibility. Each year of that child's life SOMETHING gets crossed off the list.

• "Whoop! Clumsy! So much for gymnastics!"
• "Another D in math? So much for physics!"
• "Lazy eye not getting any better, huh? So much for fighter pilot!"

The sons of Hanuman CLING to hope like soap scum on the side of a bathtub, though. They hold the people who slide past the mathematical probabilities up as an example. What do people say when they think they're 'encouraging' you? "[Insert improbable event here] COULD happen to you! It happened to such-&-such. I was reading about it in the paper the other day."

Bleh!

...a 2Pac quote comes to mind.

Addressing (some of) MY Issues

OK, y'all are gonna need to stay offa here if you take what I write as a personal assault on your identity. Then, you hit me up all mad at me like I'm trying to sneak & talk about you. Fuck I got to be afraid of you for? I mean, seriously...If I'm gonna talk about YOU, then trust that I can and will name names.

So, Rosa, I'm sorry what I wrote upset you. But, I wasn't talking about you in particular.

*back to generalized statements*

I'm not gonna be stifled though. I'm gonna say what I think and what I feel. This is MY blog. If you can't handle it, then don't click the link to come here or don't type the address in the Address Bar. It's pretty simple.

This is why I tend to stay to myself, though. I tell you what's up with me from the giddyup. I'm single. I date, occasionally. I'm not trying to be in a committed relationship, right now. Then, I catch hell later because I'm acting the way I said I would? Is that 'woman logic'?

That don't really fly with me, ladies. All the high-fiving y'all do together and ribald commentary on your superiority to men, but then you tell me in the next sentence that you really have no control over your reactions? "Sometimes, we can't stand ourselves." "Men MAKE women act the way they do."

Riiiight!

Can't have it both ways, though. Either you are the superior beings you claim to be, which means you're in complete control of your actions & emotions and the things you do are intentional; or you're just as screwy as you admit to being when you're being honest/shifting the blame. *shrug* I don't much care. I love women to death. Goodness, y'all are lovely. But, I feel the way I feel about a relationship, right now. Leave me alone, if you can't deal with me.

Call it baggage, if you must. Complain that it isn't fair, if you're so inclined. But, the way I see it, I've had one woman decide that, 'Oops! I made a mistake! I don't want to be with you, any more.' That was her choice, just like what you do is your choice. But, that ripped my fucking family to shreds. My kids have had all kinds of issues stemming from the dissolution of their family structure. I have two sons living with me that are just now getting to a point of normalcy. My impressionable daughter, who I now see occasionally, has had some real issues that have expressed themselves in the time that's occurred since my divorce. THAT's what I have to worry about.

Now, here you come, swearing up & down that you ain't like 'them other bitches'.

If you say so...

You really ain't tryna deal with me and just MY issues...let alone my kids and theirs. I have more to lose than sleep by being in another relationship.

So, you can pop off at me and be all furious, if you want to. That does more to reinforce what I feel than anything. And, as I've been saying: This is more about what's going on with ME, than anything that YOU have done.

Anyway...whatever level we deal on, if I tell you that we're cool, if I tell you that I dig you; then that's what I mean. If you wanna be mad at me and/or not deal with me because I'm not immediately dropping to one knee to ask you to be my bride, then that's your right.

Regardless...deuces!

The Attraction of Attrition

The price of civilization is the proliferation of utter, fucking morons. You think many stupid people survived past puberty in Mongol society? or Incan? Newp. Slice!

But, America? This place is saturated with fools, morons, imbeciles and dumbfucks. Ugh! The gene pool needs chlorination. Reinstate the draft! Shit. See a particularly stupid muthafukkah? EOD training. And, then stand WAYYYYY back.

No, Jenkins!!! The blue wire! The blu-!

*boom*

...

NEXT!

People discount the attitudes on the internet because, well, "it's just the internet." But, that shit's indicative how muthafukkaz feel in the core of their soul. They feel little or no fear of reprisal, so they say the most fucked up shit they can imagine--li'l fraidy muhfuggaz who'd mumble quietly to their friends in the corner of the bar rather than swagger up to the object of their petty hatred with all that braggadocio. *smh* They're viciously stupid, but well-positioned to turn their venom onto YOU, soon.

You already know that I see politics as the machination used by people who cannot FIGHT to maintain order. It is a popularity contest for lemmings. Well, the cliff is coming up and Democrats, Republicans, Tea Partiers and Independents all think they know "The Way".

Bon Voyage, muthafukkaz!

Intelligent, independent thought remains at a premium.

Do you see it coming? The next presidential race will be brutally vicious. All of the issues in American society and politics have come home to roost under this presidency. This President has been called 'the worst President in American history' by one lemming. Another asked, 'What do you think about Obama building a mosque @ Ground Zero?'

Seriously, dude, what the fuck? Somebody told you that President Obama is building a mosque...and you believed them. *smh* You Sterno drinking, cousin groping moron...

While you're drinkin' Moscato, playing Farmville and learning how to Dougie, politics is NOT going on 'as usual'. It has, in fact, taken a turn for the worse. Polarize the (m)asses and you garner a wave of political support. They're stupid, but you can't tell them that they're stupid. Enter the Dragon Lady! She's enough of a MILF to stir the yokel's passions in more than one manner. Using carefully crafted speeches and rhetoric, conservatives have garnered a groundswell of support. The villagers, with their pitchforks and rakes, are going after the monster. The barons stand back and watch.

*smh*

Vicious li'l bitches...

The next Presidential election takes place the year after next. Do you honestly think your minority vote can counteract this well-placed, insidiously crafted attack, not just on the President, but on you? There could be consequences and repercussions if a Klansman calls you a 'nigger'. But, who ya gonna call if he smirks and calls you a "Liberal"? Ghostbusters? Insidiously crafted...

But, this is your game. I've yet to be convinced that masses of people are anything other than stupid. But, you think that 'every vote counts' and all that. This is your wake up call. You gonna figure this shit out? *whisper* Reinstate the draft!

Passing Guard

I didn't even WANT to go train tonight. But, I went anyway. It was frikkin' awesome!!!

I didn't get submitted once. Of course, there's no one really in my weight class. So: L on that. But, I got a double-leg takedown on Jesus! *smirk* Yeah! I got a single leg takedown on my other opponent, as well.

Honestly, I'm just glad they're tired by the time I get there. I'll have to get my gi soon to learn classic jiu jitsu.

But, yeah, Active Takedowns...I did quite nicely. I did get taken down once, though.

Then, we had to practice passing guard. OK, of the two people sparring/fighting, the person whose legs are on the outside is in control. If the guy on the bottom has his legs outside of the guy on the top, he's got the guard. If the guy on the top is sitting on the abdomen or chest with his legs outside of his opponent's, then he is in the mount position. So, I started out trying to pass the guard of my opponent, John. I passed his guard four times in five minutes. Awesome, man! Awesome!

Then, we switched positions and he was in my guard. For five straight minutes, I kept him from passing my guard ONCE. Goodness, I'm proud of that. I didn't know I could do that. I was almost to the point of wheezing, but I damned did it.

THEN, we rolled. Rolling is freestyle sparring in jiu jitsu. I was lightly toasted by then. I gotta get my cardio up, f'reals. I rolled with John first. He got a half guard on me and I could NOT get that leg free. I wanted an armbar. John is strong and compact though. I figured that, if I fully committed to it while in that half guard, he'd make me pay for it, somehow...some way. So, we ended in what I thought was a draw. John told me that I would have won on points. Cool!

Then, I rolled with Julio. I kept him in my guard for four minutes and by then I was exhausted. He passed my guard and got a side mount. But, I didn't let him make me submit. Yay, me!

I wanted to flip him over me onto his back. But, I was too tired to figure it out. I think I have a move figured out, now. Maybe, I'll try it another time.

Angel Dust

Sean Price went to Europe and showed his ENTIRE ass! This shit is fonkeh! OMG!!!