Archive for April, 2009

First, I’d Like To Say Thank-You

April 27th, 2009 | By

I’m back!!!!!!!!!

In case you haven’t heard, I got a new radio show. Yeah!! WHWDRadio.ning.com

That is the reason I’ve been lacking on my blog writing. I’m trying to stay positive for the show and as you know most of my blogs tend to be more critical. So, I’ve been keeping clean and pure thoughts the last couple weeks.

Last week, I met the first person to recognize me from my blog. Super excited, I immediately began to blush. I’m a simple girl, I like simple things and to be recognized really touched me.

But I speak to soon. He did not heap praises upon me, nor did he ask for my autograph. Instead, he questioned why I’m giving up now.

This hit me like a ton of bricks because I don’t see myself as giving up. I think I’m just elevating the fight. But he did not see it that way.

“You write limited stories on Obama and the destruction he is causing our Country. And what makes it twice as bad, you do it in a nice way. What happened to make you go soft?”

After I picked my lip off the floor, I said “Thank you”.

Not for reading my blog. Not for recognizing my face. I said thank you for caring about the country you live in. Thank you for giving me another black face that is tired of the status quo. Thank you for being one concerned citizen with the power to affect change, I mean real change.

More upset than before he yells, “There you go again. Where is that ghetto girl that snaps and thinks about it later?”

I couldn’t answer. I know I’m not the same as I was a year ago but am I really that different now?

So, to the chocolate covered gum drop that caused me, ME, of all people to go silent I say, Kudos. When I first started writing this blog, I didn’t care what anybody thought of what I wrote. Now, I considering what will be said and how to combat those who would disagree. I’m missing that snap now and think about it later.

But that’s not a bad thing. It shows a growth process. I love to argue but I want actual change more than I want a personal rush for myself. So, right now I may have to play along. Right now, I may have to mind my manners and guard my talk. But right now is not forever.

So Yes, my first response may be grateful and humble, that doesn’t mean I’ve lost my sting. It just means, I’m learning to play the game. You can’t change the rules if you haven’t first mastered the originals.

The lessons of my ghetto still hold strong. I know better than to walk in a room and lay all my cards on the table. I always keep a spade hidden.

So don’t fret, the fight continues. The only difference, you’ll have a better educated General leading the attack. Isn’t that worth the wait?

Katrina Pierson Of Texas: Pink Slips For Washington

April 21st, 2009 | By

I wouldn’t post Jeaneane Garafalo’s rant on MSNBC but I am pleased to let you meet Katrina Pierson. I can’t say it like her:

Blacks Against Obama Suffer Stockholm Syndrome: Jeanine Garofalo, This One’s For You

April 20th, 2009 | By

This is the problem with Hollywood. They have their heads so far in the clouds, they don’t know what regular everyday people are thinking. And they better wake up and realize they are the rich they are seeking to destroy.

Jeanine Garafalo, where do I start?

I used to love watching “The truth about cats and dogs”. I love Jeanine Garofalo in the movie. Before I became politically savvy, LOL, I probably would have listened to what she had to say like it was gospel. O.K., I was never that far gone.

On tax day, there were tea parties in 200 cities in all 50 states. People gathered together peacefully, without any incidence of violence, to protest higher taxes, reckless government spending, and a national debt that will cripple future generations. Full Disclosure: I supported the Tea Parties and am planning something big for the July 4th rally on Washington D.C.

Watch video…I refuse to put it on my page.

But Ms. Garofalo thinks I have Stockholm syndrome. See, I’ve been victimized by the far-right, white power movement to the point where I don’t know what the truth is. My limbianic brain, her words not mine, refuses to allow me to see the error of my ways.

All white people who care about taxes are racist and the black people are victims following the brainless.

Dear Ms. Garofalo

It’s nice when you have Olberman sitting across from you agreeing with everything you say. But why not come and sit with one of us brainless Americans and hear what we’ve got to say. We are not victims nor do we suffer some latent effects of racism. We are above that.

We are not thinking in terms of color. Let me take that back, we are thinking in terms of color, Green. Not the green you think off; new windows on failing schools, higher taxes on oil and coal before new sources of energy are introduced, or bowing to the Saudi King instead of drilling for oil and natural gas we have in our country. Not that Green.

But the Green we are spending on things we can’t afford. Does this make me stupid? I know that the Federal Reserve is printing money like there are no consequences, does this make me uninformed. I know that the jobs created by the government will also increase the amount of debt to every single tax payer in America. For this, I am compared to a monster with an inability do simple arithmetic.

See, this is the nice me. The calm and cool cucumber that likes civilized debate. Just simple questions asked for the sake of starting a conversation that will get race out of politics, much like you want God out of politics.

Now, the mean me, she isn’t so nice. She would say, if what you speak is the truth, how come every radio show you host fails. If the people who actually watch the news, watch Fox news, then what does that say about the people that follow you. Are they not the ill informed ones?

Your favorite stations, MSNC and CNN get crushed in the ratings by Fox at every turn. So where are your well informed followers getting their information if not from the news? The newspaper? Well, most liberal newspapers are going under, so that can’t be it. Talk Radio? We all know what happened to Air America.

(If you don’t, the liberal radio station went bankrupt no matter how many times the founders tried to save it. Hey, wait a minute. Wasn’t your show on that network, I guess not that many people were listening to you then either.)

Obama won the election and now he is president. Just as you had no problem cheering on Code Pink or fighting for Gay Rights in California, we will stand and fight for the future of our children. It’s the American thing to do, because we love our country and in four years we want to be able to still recognize it.

But I will give you this, a lot of blacks are suffering from Stockholm’s syndrome. They have been coddled in your interpretation of their victimization and now they believe the evil racist are out to stop them. Obama is president, where were the evil racist?

My entire tirade has been focused on the racial aspects of your interview, but let me let you in on a little secret. To show you how informed we really are, let me point a couple things out.

When all else fails, Blame Bush: Explain the ever expanding deficit. Bush started building this deficit.

When all else fails, Blame Race: Explain 3.4 Trillion dollar budget. You’re just hating on the black man.

When all else fails, Blame our Arrogance: Explain America’s reputation in the world. Our soldiers are bombing and killing innocent people in the middle of the night.

When all else fails, you look for someone else to blame. It can’t be some thing as simple as we can both agree to disagree. No, we have to be stupid because instead of looking for someone to blame, we seek actual answers to the questions. We don’t follow blind faith in a man.

Just a little hint. Maybe that’s why every show you do fails. People don’t want to be told that they are stupid for disagreeing or they are victims for forming their own opinions. So, instead of analyzing the world through your rose colored glasses, you should actually take the time to talk to the people who rail against.

Sonskystar

President Obama: Not a Christian Abroad, Leaning on Rock at Home

April 15th, 2009 | By

Got a lot going on. My daughter is sick, just a little cold. My sister’s daughter has a undiagnosable stomach thing, preventing her from eating or drinking anything for the last week. And I am getting my annual dose of sinus pressure.

To much info, I know.

Between fixing chicken noodle soup and doing online research for local pediatric hospitals, I caught President Obama’s press conference yesterday. I was floored.

Abroad, we are not a Christian nation. The President of the United States of America, stood before muslims, and basically threw God under the bus. To appease those who would do us harm, he turned his back on the Millions of Christians in America and the God he claims to serve. With Class.

Then, to add insult to injury, he comes before the American people and tells us build our economy on a rock. Do you think we’re that stupid?

A man who believes in nothing will fall for anything. The man who wishes to be liked, will often find his back bent. Should I give another cliche or are you getting the point?

This is not a one time thing. During the election, Obama got in front of people in San Francisco and talked about people in Pennsylvania clinging to religion, then went back to Pennsylvania and talked about having faith and hope. Which is it? Or does the circumstances of who’s listening really matter that much?

To focused on God you say, well how about this?

I’m paraphrasing, “This economic situation started with the housing market. Over the last decade, the lending practices have changed. Instead of saving their pennies for a down payment for a house, many Americans went out a bought a house they couldn’t afford.”

With Class and a straight face.

O.K. Let me remind everybody of something we learned before Obama was even elected President. Obama was a lawyer for ACORN, who brought a suit against banks in Chicago for not offering loans to people who couldn’t afford them.

So, when surrounded by those who feel entitled, he offers entitlement. When surrounded by the media and the taxpaying Americans it’s fiscal responsibility. Again, we aren’t buying it.

Us Christian Americans, we do stand on a rock. We stand on God and we believe he is unwavering in his love for us. That’s why we give him glory and praise.

Obama waves, shakes, moves, bends, and doesn’t care what you think about it. Former President George Bush didn’t care what anyone thought, but you knew exactly what he thought. He wasn’t willing to change his opinion just because the press core was different. America was the greatest country in the world when he was talking to liberals, abroad, or his own grassroots. God was his rock. Maybe Obama should have inherited that.

    American People: Mother Barack Obama: Father Just Read On!

    April 11th, 2009 | By

    A little story for you.

    Once upon a time, a family bought their dream home. Life was good. They had enough room to get a dog, the father had a putting green in the backyard, and the mother could host grand parties in the dining room. They loved their new home.

    Over time, the family started living outside their means. The house was no longer enough. The father wanted a full 18 hole golf course, the mother needed classier china, and the kids decided they wanted a cat instead of a dog.

    The families dream began to crumble eventually leading to a divorce. The mother fought for the house and won, but she soon discovered the financial situation was a lot worse than she thought. To escape her worries, she went out with the girls for a night on the town.

    The mother meets a charming man. She tells him of her plight, and he man shows real interest. Then he offers his hand out to her and promised that he could help change the tide of her life. The woman, so desperate for change, took his hand with very little after thought.

    She introduced him to the kids and after promising the boy a scooter and the girl a pony, they were instantly in love. So, she asked him to move in.

    The very day he moves in, the man starts complaining about the financial situation. Your ex-husband didn’t know how to keep a balanced checkbook because of him, I’m going to have to hire some one to sort out the finances. My man spent 5 years in jail for laundering money, he’ll know how to clean up the accounts.

    The mother had her reservations but the smooth, charming man was still there. And while he was there, she felt safe and secure. She gave her checkbook and statements to him.

    The man found that both kids had trust funds. So he decided to borrow against the funds. The mother’s reservations got heavier from this move. The charming man stroked her hair and looked her dead in the eyes and told her to trust him. And she did.

    When the money arrived, the woman was excited. She knew she could pay off her debt and start fresh with the charming man. But the man had other plans. He told the mother, you still have a lot of problems with this house. Your ex-husband didn’t properly maintain the gutters, so I’m going to have to hire someone to come and fix them. Your ex-husband didn’t buy energy saving appliances, that’s why the electric bill is so high. I’ve got to replace them all.

    And the list continued on. Every problem blamed on her ex and every solution putting her further in debt. But the woman had put all her faith into the charming man, what could she do?

    The next day, the man drove home in a brand new car. He had a scooter for the boy, a pony for the girl, and a new china set for the Mom. The mother was so happy, she didn’t even ask how he paid for it.

    The man said, let’s throw a party and invite the most prominent people in the city. The mom insisted on keeping her closet friends on the list and the man decided to invite her ex-husbands rivals. The woman once again had her reservations but let his will be done.

    The night of the party, the man gave a speech apologizing for the mother’s ex-husbands’ “arrogance” for not inviting many of the guest before now. The mother was shocked. She knew her ex-husband wasn’t perfect, but he had made a lot of good decision too.

    But, she held her tongue. She couldn’t embarrass her man in front of everybody. Then they started making their rounds.

    They met Sheriff Iran. The mother pointed out that he was planning on letting prisoners out of jail even though they were convicted of crimes. The man chatted him up anyways.

    They met Mr. North. The mother pointed out he was planning to tear down the Orphanage, even though the entire city had raised enough money to keep it open. During the conversation, the man actually got the call that the building was being destroyed. He said nothing.

    Then they met Mr. Saudi. The mother pointed out he owns the appliance store that sold them the inefficient appliances that cost so much to replace. The man actually bowed before him. Now, the woman was starting to get really pissed.

    After the party, the man tells the woman he was talking to a few of the guest and they were trying to put together utopia. Where every household was governed by the exact same rules, since all of them were going through financial difficulties. Every household would pool their money together and decide how to distribute it out.

    The woman said are you crazy. You and I are supposed to be the head of this household. No matter what the benefits, I refuse to relinquish that power. The woman was finally starting to get it. This man didn’t know what he was doing. He was paying everyone else to come up with ideas for him, which in the long run, only ended up costing them more.

    So the mother started the conversation. The bills are due, how are we going to pay them? The man said, I’ll just open another credit account under each of the kids. It should tide us over until all the plans we’ve put into motion pan out.

    “What in the hell you mean open another credit account for my kids?” the mother screamed.

    “How do you think I got the boy the scooter, the girl the pony, and you the china set? You weren’t complaining while I was giving you gifts.”

    “That’s because I didn’t know where you were getting the money.”

    “Don’t blame me. Your ex-husband got you in this mess. I’m trying to get you out.”

    “My ex-husband may have left me broke, but you’re leaving me AND MY CHILDREN destitute. I wanted something different, but not this.”

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    Sound familiar? I thought it might. It’s basically what I’ve missed over the last week of not blogging.

    Now the story would be funny, if it weren’t true. If the American People weren’t the Mother, Barack Obama wasn’t the father, and the future of our country was focused on the children’s line of credit.

    Back in the day, that was the most trifling thing to do in the Ghetto. I remember, on more than one occasion, the mothers of my neighborhood gathering to discourage damning children into a legacy of debt. They looked down upon gambling your child’s future.

    Now we’ve got the U.S. government deciding their future is less important than our current pain. I mean we still have a house, even if it’s not perfect. Bush may have left the economy in shambles, though there is enough blame to go around, but where will the current economic plan leave us.

    Yeah, we got the pony but long term can we afford to shelter and feed it. Yeah, we got the scooter but what good is it without the helmet, gloves, lessons, and the ability to maintain if an accident does occur. What about the hidden cost?

    If while reading the story you thought the mother was stupid, don’t be so quick to judge. It was our reflection staring us in the face. Faith is amazing, when it is in God or yourself. It becomes something different when you put it in a charming man. Especially, if it goes against everything you believe in.

    The Cast

    Sheriff Iran: While Obama was talking about nuclear disarmament, Iran was celebrating Nuke Day.

    Mr. Saudi: Saudi Arabia is important for it’s oil. The same oil Obama wants to tax to the sky. Why the bow?

    Mr. North: North Korea launched a missle even though the entire world was against it and even pulled together to help the North Korean people with aid for not testing missles. I’ve yet to hear Obama even mention this.

    Each House Repair: Another Bail out for GM and Chrysler. This time to see if they should go into bankruptcy or not. Shouldn’t that have been the first question you asked before you started handing out the money.

    The pony, the scooter, the china: All the things we were promised, that we thought we couldn’t live without. OR All the smoke a mirrors the government is putting up focusing on Rush Limbaugh and other conservative radio show host and journalist. You pick.

    A Lesson Learned: Jay-Z, Decisions, and Self Growth

    April 10th, 2009 | By

    Wow! Where to start?

    Decisions

    Life is nothing more than a myriad of decisions, most with a simple yes or no answer. The person that refuses to make these decisions will find the road of life riddled with obstacles that could have been removed.

    I have the funniest ways of connecting a point. Let’s take one of my favorite songs,

    “You must love me” Jay-Z In my Lifetime, Vol. 1

    2nd verse Lyrics

    We used to fight every night
    but I never would suffer
    just smile my big brother’s
    tryna make me tougher
    As we grew fussing and fighting continued
    as I plundered through ya stuff
    and snuck ya clothes to school
    Got intense real intense
    as we got older
    Never believed it would lead
    to be popped in one of ya shoulda
    With my rings knew you had it
    ’cause you took too long
    as Mickey, Andy, and the girl that bought it looked on
    Huffin’ and puffin’ gun in my hand
    told you step outside
    Hoping you said no but you hurt my pride
    made our way down the steps
    maybe you thought it was just a threat
    or maybe ya life was just that crazy
    and you was beggin’ for death
    try to justify this in my young mind
    but ya drillin’ it
    and my ego hurt combined
    drove me berzerk
    Saw the devil in your eyes
    high off more than weed
    confused I just closed
    my young eyes and squeezed
    What a sound
    opened my eyes just in time
    to see ya stumbling to the ground
    Damn what the fuck I done now
    runnin’ around in a circle
    thinking I’m assed out
    hot gun burnin’ my waist
    ran straight to Jazz’ house
    Like a stranger damn I just shot my nigga
    and ran off into the night as if it was not my nigga
    Left the scene how could I go out that way
    Still you asked to see me in the hospital ya next day

    You Must Love Me

    Here’s my point about making tough decisions. Both Jay-z and the brother in the story were faced with decisions. Both were forced to make decisions rapidly because they were under scrutiny of their peers. If either would back down or refuse to act, they would have faced mass criticism.

    So both acted. The brother made the decision to stand his ground and Jay-z made the decision to do what the street demanded he do.

    But, what did we forget?

    We forgot that this was not the first time both were faced with this decision. They’ve spent years fussing and fighting but never made a life changing or relationship altering decision, until the moment the bullet left the gun.

    At that moment, a permanent decision was made. Jay-Z finally realized how irrelevant all the bickering was; who cares what happened between us, your my brother. And the brother realized, if the positions were reversed, he would have done the same thing. I mean, where do you think he learned what was expected?

    Sometimes, the best decisions are the one’s rapidly forced upon you. Where in a split second, you don’t overcomplicate or reason, you just answer. Most of the time, these moments feel like mistakes the instant they are made. Could you imagine if the brother had died?

    But most of the time, especially if you have God leading your path, you were put in that position because a life altering, relationship changing decision had to be made and you were refusing to make it. You were stagnate and God doesn’t like it when you ask for his help, then refuse to make steps necessary to receive your blessing.

    Jay-Z got lucky. There were no major ramifications for his actions. The relationship with his brother was stronger because of a rash decision.

    But that’s not always the case. Sometimes those rash decisions come with hefty consequences. It all depends on how you look at it. If you are a person who never made a life altering, relationship changing decision, then you probably got a lot of those decisions ahead of you. You’ve got to see the dark clouds, before the silver lining.

    If you are a person who refuses to bend on position, then it’s probably the people around you trying to get away. They are making the life altering, friendship changing decisions for you.

    But, if you are the person that refuses to go to the hospital the next day, you have decided against self growth. You don’t want to deal with the consequences of your decisions. So to you I say, watch out for the speed bumps in the road. You missed the lesson learned.

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    Watch For the Stupidity

    Some people question my “relating life” to a song. They tell me, it’s just a song. It’s not meant to be taken with the importance you give it.

    I’m beginning to think, this is the real problem with Hip Hop. We used to use song to uplift and praise. Now, if we are lucky enough to find a song with real meaning, using the lyrics to show a lesson learned is unacceptable or underappreciated.

    Maybe the problem isn’t Hip Hop, maybe the problem is us.