Tuesday, August 28, 2007

So I like beating dead horses.

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"It's sad that we live in a time when a talented and honorable person like Alberto Gonzales is impeding from doing important work because his good name was dragged through the mud for political reasons."

Yeah, dragged through the mud, not impeached as Clinton was - and as you and Dick "Satan" Cheney should have been.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Not Waiting on the BlackMassaKing

DISCLAIMER: This was my very first post on the Anti-Socilalist's Section from late 2005. I've learned a lot since then, and edited the post accordingly.

I just finished reading the book 'It Ain't All Good: Why Black Men Should Not Date White Women,' by John Johnson. It was a book I wanted to read for a while now, and it marked the first time that I had heard a black man speak up on the matter of interracial dating in a non-pc manner. I must confess, it made me happy and sad at the same time. I am proud to say that I come from a family of black women who never subscribed to the idea that we must 'stand behind our black men,' especially since black men have always seem to take great glee in shitting on their so-called "Nubian queens." O.J., Jacko (though I'm not sure he even counts as a black man), even fucking Carter Buford have turned their backs on us as mates. This is not something new. Even back in the day my mother told me how she and her friends had expressed disappointment when Sidney Poitier up and left his family for a trophy blonde. Let's not forget Qunicy Jones, Paul Robeson, James Earl Jones, etc., etc... never mind, the list is too long. Everyone likes to claim that this type of crap is all about breaking barriers and promoting racial harmony. Yeah right, if that was the case, then where are all the white male celebs and THEIR black wives? This is a fact not lost on black women, and it manifests itself in a terrible way. As a black woman myself (yeah that's right), I have seen other women (and girls) allow themselves to be used and abused just to say they have a man. A male role model is JUST as important in a girl's life as in a boy's. The black man is not heading the black family anymore, he's in jail, gay or, if he decides to better himself and get out of the "community," he's going to go get the NON-black trophy wife! We now have a new generation of ignorant, thuggish, hopless souls who have no chance of survival in the real world (unless they get a show on VH-1). Black men simply do not care about black women anymore, they buy into Madison Avenue's idea of what they're supposed to have to be happy, they buy into the European standard of beauty and are more than happy to turn their backs on their mothers, sisters and daughters.

Unfortunately, the rest of the world sees this too. Are black women angry? Hell yeah, and I am so fucking sick and tired of the blame put on us alone for this anger. Black women need to wise up, stop mimicking the thugs on BET and consider looking outside of the "community" for love. Until black men are called out for the rift they have caused, there will be no change.


I'm watching Ghostbusters right now, I remember Mr. Stay Puft, but I don't remember THIS...

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Clapping Coissants and Rocking Lobsters

ORIGINAL POSTING DATE: 24 March 2007 01:01

Years ago there was a commercial that used to come on for a sandwich spread, it may have been an early Shed Spread ad. at the end it showed a big plate with a variety of foods waiting bouncing around with glee in anticipation of being treated to this culinary delight, among them a croissant, repeatedly touching its ends together as if it were applauding. I remembered thinking to my 9-year-old self how cute it was and how cool it would have been to have that croissant as a pet. Maybe I could teach it to dance; cleaning up after it would have been a breeze. I even entertained the idea of taking one out of the freezer and keeping it in my room to see if it would come to life. I never went that far, but seriously considered it.

FYI, this commercial DID exist outside of my mind and my mother did NOT take any hallucinogens while she was carrying me.

Another refugee - "Vindication of creepiness I wasn't even looking for."

ORIGINAL POSTING DATE: 26 May 2007 22:12 after watching an episode of Law & Order: SUV

I couldn't stand Martin Short as an 11 year-old, his Ed Grimley character was a major reason for me giving up on SNL (I tried to hang in there even after Eddie Murphy left). I pretty much ignored him ever since until I saw a Law and Order: SUV episode just a few minutes ago. Damn, that psycho virgin-raper was the role he was born to play!!! I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT!!!!! It explains the heebie-jeebies I've always got when I see or hear him and especially when he's doing that Jeremy Glick "guy." Ugh.

Gimmie some hits you Claymate slags!!!!

ANOTHER POST REFUGEE: The following is in response to the only comment ever received on my Dali painting of a blog.

...I'm still snickering over the fact that the very first comment posted here was by a fucking Claymate - this is for you and your little biddy buddies...

God, I love posting links!

Clay's next gig.


NOTE: once upon a time, I DID like the obnoxious piece of fluff when he emerged RUNNER UP of American Idol - a lot. Until he became Liberace minus the true talent or class.

Getting older is weird...

...it's so funny how one develops their specific tastes as time goes on, whether it's regarding movies, music, what attracts them to others. And what is it about some celebrities that hit that "special place" in you long before you even realize it? I recently made a startling discovery when I bought the SNL first season dvd, I know I'm not the only woman to think this... so I made a page!

Just file under "Crazy Crushes" please.

Danny, ohhhhh Danny

Refugee from the Anti-Socialist's Section (a.k.a the A.S.S.)

FUN FACT: This was the only post on the old blog that was commented on (see Gimmie some hits you Claymat slags!!!!), by a Gay, oops, Clay Aiken fan. I totally screwed up and lost it, but hopefully, there will be some more to goof on with the increased visibility from the move to Blogger. Now back to the show...

Since Michael Jackson and Clay Aiken were covered in our special Tribute pages, we will spare you, the faithfull reader with the gory details of their fandom and the horror it brings. I actually never liked Jacko (though I found a lot of his music compelling until the little boy thing) but will confess to falling under Glay's, oops, Clay's spell a few years back. Granted, I didn't go out and buy multiple copies of cds, but I thought he was cute in an odd way and appreciated his singing voice. Unfortunately, it turns out he is only in it for the money, as YouTube snippets show. He is not even a shadow of what he was now, and the gay is coming in loud and clear. A huge portion of his manufactured fanbase has dropped off, leaving only the crazed, over-protective old ladies who still want to do him while he's trolling for gay sex online. He himself has called himself bitter, the guy's life is just one big gay soap opera now, and don't we love those train wrecks? Yech.

Anyway, I just wanted to get that out of the way so I can make way for the next parade of yutzes that I will be showcasing on this blog, good and bad, with separate links for extreme circumstances only. It's a rather eclectic list, and even though I can count Nathan Lane as a former fave, at least I didn't have to guess his deal... until next time kiddies.

Hey, let's try something!

I've come to the realization that Angelfire may not be the best method to telegraph my quiet quest for world domination. The one remotely human thing about me (which I'm still looking to rid) is the desire to be accepted SOMEWHERE, hence the move of my blog postings from the old site to here, adding my quirky voice to the din of schlubs who have nothing better to do.

What follows will be copied posts along with new stuff when the urge hits. Enjoy.