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lookin mighty sweet…

By on January 13, 2011 in it takes a village, pocket full of dirty tissue, why we as a people can't get ahead

They say a picture speaks a thousand words. But for the grown ass man who thought it was a good idea to tattoo a three-scoop ice cream cone with lightning bolts shooting out of it on his face, I only have one:


FOOL.

I’m not even going to get into Gucci Mane’s loopy blood shot eyes and and slightly ajar bottom lip that give me the distinct impression that he’s either suffering from a bad cold or missing a chromosome… or two. Nope.

I’m just going to wish you good luck with that homie.

*logs all the way off*

don’t call me, i’ll find you…

By on January 12, 2011 in end of days, it's not a game out there, tagging out

Oh yeah, I want to put everyone up on this website, spokeo.com.


A modern day national address book of sort, this new service has basically compiled all the public data available on everyone and created individual user profiles. Which in theory should be no worse than the white pages (remember those?)

Except, these profiles include EXTREMELY personal information. Mm-hmm… Think your marital status, lists of your relative and how they’re related to you, your occupation and bio, an estimation of your annual income, photos & videos from sever social networking site you’ve belonged to like Myspace (remember THAT??)/ FB/Linkedin, hobbies, etc.


DEAD FISH EYES

So essentially, for a nominal fee of course, any wacko in the world with internet access can find out how much they think you make a year, who your favorite aunt is, where she lives and even get a Google picture of her front door.

You do the math.

I suggest you log on, find your profile, copy the URL, click on the Privacy link at the bottom of the page and get to opting out IMMEDIATELY.

RANDOM SIDENOTE: I mentioned the site to one of my homegirls yesterday. And do you know, that shady hooker replied, “Oh yeah, I heard about that last week. I figured you knew. I already removed myself.” Uh, she thought I knew??? myBFFsaintish.com

no, its not pretty…

By on January 12, 2011 in desperate cry for help, Mitzi- all day every day, using our powers for good

Gentle reminder, please say and prayer and if you can, drop a dollar (or more) on Haiti today.

Today officially marks a year since the earthquake literally tore the country apart. And it’s safe to assume, that even the dimmest bulbs amongst us should be able to understand that between the massive death toll, child abductions, delayed reconstruction, non-stop stream of gang rapes of women &children in the make-shift tent cities, and current cholera epidemic the small Caribbean country is still very much in need.

Do not behave like our former President and assume that because Bono has stopped organizing celeb charity concerts, it’s “mission accomplished.”

BLANK STARE

i used to put books under my pants..

By on January 11, 2011 in it takes a village, it's in the genes, Mitzi- all day every day

So I realize that I’m SUPER late with this but guess what? I. Don’t Care. I’ve been under a deadline rock for the past week and a half.


This video of a kid who looks to be about 14 years old getting his behind WHOOPED by his Uncle for posting fake gangster nonsense, threats and inappropriate thug bullshit on his Facebook page gave me LIFE this morning.

And when I say, LIFE? I mean, I was literally shaking and crying from laughter for five minutes straight. This might be the only reason I make it through the next 4 days.

Lemme tell you, not because I think watching someone get humiliated is funny. No. Easy. I told ya’ll I’m trying to be a better person in 2011.

On the contrary, all I could think as I watched the kid scurry in a circle trying to avoid each smack without actually running away from his Uncle (cause the two worst thing you could do in that situation were run or grab the belt) was, O.M.G, I KNOW that belt!!! I was RAISED with that belt!! It landed on my legs, thighs and back more times than I care to remember!! And I for damn sure been in the same cowered position, apologizing for acting like I didn’t have any good goddamn sense. Believe that.

And why? Because my parents taught me better than that. And we don’t come from that shit!!

I thank GOD EVERY day there was no cameras around when I was growing up!!

*makes the sign of the cross, presses play and falls out again*

Shout out to all the people who were raised by someone that loved them enough to whip-not BEAT- them when they were getting bigger than their britches.

you add it up…

By on January 11, 2011 in it's not a game out there, Mitzi- all day every day, pocket full of dirty tissue, tapped out

So I read the story about the Black former Gristedes van driver who basically ran over and killed a Hispanic woman in Brooklyn while he was driving drunk. The 29 year-old was married with three young children. Oh and wait on it… she was also three months pregnant.


BLANK STARE

I’m not going to get into how in his tipsy state, witness testified that dude was speeding and slowing down so that his boy could cat-call female pedestrians as they drove by. Seriously? No. I’m just going to say that I was happy as hell to hear that received 15 years in prison. At first. And then I was sad. really, really sad.

Why?

Because then I remembered a very similar DUI manslaughter case sentencing that took place only four months ago.

Equally horrific details- a married mother is mowed down while while hailing a cab. Except in that case, the driver was a White off-duty cop who was heading home from the bar with another cop when he ran over the Black woman. The victim was also a married mother. Oh and it definitely gets better… when the ON-DUTY cops (you know the ones that were supposed to protect & serve the victim) arrived on the scene, they not only advised said drunken officer not to take the breathalyzer-they also instead gave him a stick of gum, two bottles of waters and allowed him to leave the scene (to go home & sober up).

He received exactly 90 days in prison. Uh huh, you read that correctly, NINETY DAYS.

Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t think that dude who killed the pregnant lady should’ve gotten a lighter sentence. When you decide to drive under the influence, that’s the dangerous gamble you take. In this case, homeboy lost.

But, just so I’m clear lemme do the math:
Jan 2011 Black van driver kills Hispanic mother= 15 YEARS
Sept 2010 White police officer kills Black mother= 90 DAYS

Granted, I only made it as far as College Algebra but err um, the discrepancy seems like… a lot.

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