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Category: end of days

folks are tired…

By on April 14, 2011 in desperate cry for help, end of days, it takes a village, pocket full of dirty tissue, tagging out

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Hmm… spent all day yesterday getting ready for and barely making my flight to Chicago so it wasn’t until this morning that I heard all the hoopla about the air traffic controller who fell asleep on the job while a plane with a sick patient was trying to land.

Dude, as if flying isn’t scary enough. Oh and, this makes what? The 7th time something like this has happened this year? As in, seven times the past FOUR months? SMDH.

But as potentially horrible as that situation could have been, folks falling asleep on the job still makes more sense than the woman in Newburgh who drove her four kids into the Hudson River after a fight with her boyfriend/ baby father.

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And what on it- Now that the 25 year-old killed herself and 3 of the 4 children, folks are coming forward to say that the woman had been behaving strangely and seemed overwhelmed in the weeks leading up to this tragedy. Really? And no one thought to check up on her and offer to help?

I can’t. We need to be more to kind to one another. Life is hard, everyone could use a helping hand.

*gets off of soapbox & starts to pray for the 10 year-old who managed to escape from the sinking car*

my bad homie…

By on March 25, 2011 in end of days, Mitzi- all day every day

Little known Mitzi Fact: I used to date a dude who refused to swim in the ocean.


I mean, ‘ole boy would spend all day in a pool but when it came to the ocean? No ma’am. He straight up, would not go into the water any further than his knees. Ever.

Why?

“Cause things we can’t always see live in there.”- the ex-BF

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Naturally, as an avid swimmer and certified beach addict, his random explanation did not make a lick of sense to me. And I used to CLOWN him. Mercilessly.

But after viewing this CNN video taken off the coast of Florida? Well, let’s just say I now understand.

time to do some soul searching…

By on March 24, 2011 in end of days, it takes a village, pocket full of dirty tissue, tagging out, why we as a people can't get ahead

Well err-um, alright then. How’s about I’m going to go on and file this video under, “Things That Make Me Feel Better About Sleeping In On Sunday Mornings.”

My boy Jelani sent this to me and asked me to comment but honestly, I don’t think there’s much to say aside from, the devil is a busy man & of course, let us pray.

Seriously.

Because I certainly understand people needing something to believe in to get through these hard times but dancing through dollars? Well, lets just…

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don’t just look, do something…

By on March 15, 2011 in end of days, it takes a village, it's not a game out there, Mitzi- all day every day

Gotta tell you, the headlines today really blew me: 6.1 aftershocks in Japan as the nuclear radiation wafts through the air, a Queens teen beat to death in a gay bias attack, the 3 year-old suffering through alcohol withdrawal in Britain, the giant panda that bit it’s San Diego zookeeper and yet another bus accident.

Oh and let us not forget the on-going drama in Cleavland, TX where the 11 year-old girl was viciously gang-raped by EIGHTEEN boys & men in a deserted FEMA trailer.

*shudders uncontrollably*

I mean, it’s all good fine to be on our individual grinds but at a certain point, you gotta stop and look around. And then, take responsibility for what’s happening. I hope that everyone reading this post is involved in some sort of positive, community service that will change another person’s life for the better. Cause it’s a small world. And every day the crazy gets a little closer to our homes.

*gets off of soapbox & volunteers more time w/ Hip Hop 4 Life*

think God was tired of Charlie Sheen too…

By on March 11, 2011 in end of days, moment of silence

When I woke up and saw the weather, I started complain that it was still raining. But then I turned on the news (okay, really I logged into Twitter) and saw the tweets about the 8.9 magnitude earthquake and subsequent tsunami off the coast of Japan. And immediately, I what? Shut the hell up. And I started to pray.


HARD.

Multiple TOWNS- not a couple of houses or cars- TOWNS full of men, women and children were completely washed away in a matter of minutes.

*makes the sign of the cross*

Honestly, this is a helluva wake up call for the entire world.

My heart sincerely goes out to the families & friends of anyone affected by the tragedy.

new patron saint of hoodrats…

By on March 7, 2011 in end of days, made for the maury show, why we as a people can't get ahead

So err-umma yeah, about the ultimate gheotto ish that was last night’s season finale of VH1’s Basketball Wives…


DEAD FISH EYES

Normally, I prefer to simply voice my opinion on the reality TV tomfoolery on Twitter as it happens and then pretend I never saw the mess the next day. But I gotta tell you, Evelyn Lozada’s “performance” at Chad OchoCinco’s Cincinnati condo is worthy of additional airtime on the blog.

Why? Because out of all the chicks on that godawful show, she kept it 110% real.

If you ever wondered why the majority of these athletes & “ballers,” get so caught up and turned out by random dirty chicks like Kim Zoziack or Evelyn? Well my darlings, mystery solved.

It takes a certain mentality to break out the Kmart lingerie, thigh-high boots, and hop up on a dude’s lap you’ve only talked to over Skype- IN FRONT of an entire camera crew. Now had they been alone, that would’ve just been classified as grown folk business. Reckless but still, two consenting adults, I have no opinion. But the decision to make it happen for national TV? Well….

That right there ladies & gents, is a certified slut out mission to the highest power. Cause please believe, there were at least four other people in that room with them. And clearly, Ms. Lozada could have cared less.

Mind you, this is the same chick whose daughter is on her way to college this year. Pause. Can you imagine how she felt watching her mother get her ass palmed and carried up the stairs in return for a airplane ticket and plate of food??

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Mmm-hmm, just KLASSY.

#planbetter…

By on March 3, 2011 in end of days, it takes a village, it's in the genes, made for the maury show, pocket full of dirty tissue

I admit it. I started following Charlie Sheen on Twitter this morning.


*hangs head in shame*

I know, I know, I’m totally enabling the crazy. But I have to tell you, the tomfoolery is just so damn entertaining. And I don’t care how great folks say his performances were in “Two and A Half Men” (’cause I have yet to watch a single episode), something tells me it hardly compares to the comedy that is now Charlie’s “tigersblood” and his “bi-winning.”

HEE-larious.

Oh but I can tell you who’s NOT winning this morning:
Bringham Young University basketball star, Brandon Davies.

Nope. Not one bit. Homeboy done got himself suspended for the rest of the season. Mmm-hmm…

According to the Salt Lake Tribune, despite being the team’s leading rebounder and third leading scorer, the forward was dismissed from the No. 3 Cougars for the rest of the season for breaking the school’s moral code when he-WAIT ON IT- admitted to engaging in sexual relations with his girlfriend.

As most of you know, BYU is a private university run by the Church of Jesus Christ and the Latter-day Saints. And them folk in Utah do not play that ish. At. All.

Apparently, the administration fully expects all its students to live up to the school’s Honor Code Statement which among other things includes abstaining from alcohol, coffee and living “a chaste and virtuous life.”
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Okay then… Ya’ll better stop playing the reindeer games with them Mormons.

*pours out a little holy water*

worth 5 minutes of your time…

By on February 24, 2011 in end of days, it takes a village, Mitzi- all day every day, using our powers for good

By now, anyone with a modicum of media awareness has heard about the ridiculously offensive anti-abortion billboard that the pro-life group Life Always has posted in Soho for the next 3 weeks. So I’m not going to bother ranting about the absurdity of it all, instead how about this:


Don’t just be angry and offended, DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.

The name of the woman that approved this ad and it’s placement is Mary Bentley. Her office phone number is 214.520.9188. (No, she doesn’t even live in NYC. She lives in Texas)

CALL HER

Tell her how offensive you find the billboard and it’s placement. Demand that they remove it immediately.

Everyone has a right to voice their opinion, including pro-lifers. However, considering how FEW African Americans reside in the SoHo area, it certainly seems as if the message is more of a statement ABOUT African-Americans as opposed to FOR African-Americans.

Which is RACIST.

Oh and please be clear; while the statistics being quoted may be true, those numbers DO NOT include terminations performed at private medical facilities. READ: where women with money & access choose to have their unwanted pregnancies discreetly handled.

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a Black History month gift from G.Payton…

By on February 16, 2011 in desperate cry for help, end of days, honorary white woman, pocket full of dirty tissue, tagging out, too old for the road, why we as a people can't get ahead

YOOOOOOOO! What in the wide-nostril-cross-dressing- hell is this??

Like forreal, is this clown really on YouTube rhapsodizing about his damn wig $5 wig?

Talking ’bout, “Dis is ‘Still I Rise’ hair; the hope & dream of the slave. Dis is for the colored girls who have considered suicide when the rainbow is enuf- but if them girls was laid, they wouldn’t have been considering suicide.”

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You know what, no. Just no. I don’t care what I see or hear, the devil is a liar.

*logs off of life & goes to glory*

so not the desired effect…

By on February 8, 2011 in end of days, pocket full of dirty tissue, why we as a people can't get ahead

MMM-kay. So about this new commercial for Khloe & Lamar’s new unisex perfume??

Why does watching it make my skin crawl?

There’s something so NOT sexy and honestly, kinda scheevy about the way her equally long and wide limbs wrap themselves around this man. And not for nothing, why does he sound more soft spoken than her? Like she’s trying to whisper but that just his tone- naturally. And then watching her kiss him. Nope. Too much.

*shudders uncontrollably*

I don’t know, maybe it’s just too early in the morning for me to be thinking this kinda nonsense. But between you and me, the entire commercial looks like it stinks.

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