Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Ever feel like crying and don't know why?

Hard on the heels of the below brain fart regarding the cartoon Boondocks last night, I need to expand on the thought.

You might think that this once-great cartoon has nothing to do with anything, it's just TV - but that's the thing, TV is just about EVERYTHING to most people (couch potatoes). Apparently, it's only the negative stuff that makes it to TV as well as the rest of the media we consume. White men has always had that market cornered, but black men are catching up, especially since they realized that the quickest way to get there is to shit on their women. Positivity just doesn't sell, right fellas?

It's insane as there are so many black women trying to "keep hope alive," thinking black men will see the error of their ways and start defending and loving them again, it would be funny if it wasn't so fucking tragic. These images have impact, and Americans as a collective are already stupid, beaten sheep, so the majority are very easily swayed (which is why Jeb Bush will be the next president if Dubya doesn't cancel the election altogether). More than happy to drink whatever swill is offered to them, not knowing any better or caring. Don't get me wrong, as much as I respect the advancements mankind has made to make our lives a bit more comfortable, I truly dislike the human race and discovering that the human race feels the same way about me as a black woman only encourages me to keep this up. It's kind of cathartic and maybe, just maybe, someone will understand and be encouraged too. Maybe.

Remember when Whoopi Goldberg was funny and thought-provoking? Boy, did she make people uncomfortable back in the day, and it was fantastic! With those dreads, dark skin, the white boys (cut love scene from 'Fatal Beauty' anyone)? She blew my ten-year-old mind as she got the guy at the end of Jumping Jack Flash. I guess even rebels get tired of the fight; now she's on the View, sitting there looking stupid as Damon Wayans attempts to become relevant again by digging up the Imus thing. Sigh.