Black Lives Matter

Or do they???

When a cop making a “chickenshit stop” (and I didn’t say that, the Cincinnati DA said that) thinks that it’s okay to put a bullet through a guy’s brain over a front license plate and an unopened bottle of gin, I’m guessing a black life is worth about as much as a rabid dog that needs to be put down to save people from getting attacked.

I’m so sure that Sam DuBose was going to go on a major crime spree, slapping old defenseless ladies on the street with his Kangol and putting his bottle of gin into the trash can as opposed to the proper recycling bin. Yup. And if he was able to continue to get away with driving around without that front license plate, who knows what kind of chaos would have ensued.

And ALL OF THIS IS HAPPENING ON OBAMA’S WATCH!!!!! Maybe we DO need to get a Republican back in the White House. Don Juan Trump can shut down the border and the new DOJ head can stop these stupid “investigations” into police misconduct and give the PIGS what they REALLY want. A license to hunt niggers. And we can just call it what it is: The systemic extermination of the black race. Some may say I’m being overly dramatic. Melodramatic. But, what else am I supposed to think? We’ve been murdering our own for years but I guess we are not getting it done fast enough.

Shitty schools lead to shitty diplomas that don’t even prepare you for a D-rate community college and even the truly educated blacks that THINK they are rising above the fray…the muck…the norm… NEVER get to reach their full potential because they end up “hanging themselves” in jail cells in Texas over routine (ie: chickenshit) traffic stops. I used to get clowned by other black people for “talking white” or “acting white” but I’ll be damn if it’s not a defense mechanism. When I talk to any white person…cop in the street…server in a nice restaurant…hotel staff… They are immediate put at ease. They know that I ain’t trying to rob them. Rape them. Cause a ruckus or make a scene over this, that or the other thing. But sometimes, keeping a cool head isn’t enough. Sam DuBose kept a cool head and STILL got it blown off of his shoulders.

I arrived at my nice hotel the other night and saw a cop in the lobby and turned back around and sat on the bench outside in the Arizona heat (having luckily seen him before he saw me.) I waited until he went out to his car before heading in to the front desk. Old me would have walk past him, looking him in his face and greeting him with a friendly “Good Evening” but he was Sheriff Joe and I’ve already been there, done that and have the pink boxers and pink sweat socks to prove it. Over an old ass traffic warrant. Like… 5 years old. So in 2015, the time for my old “Hello Officer Friendly” shit is over. In walking fast with a purpose and am not even looking their way. I’m on a mission. I don’t have time to eyeball the area. I’m getting on a bus. I got a plane to catch. I’m trying to catch this Amtrak. That’s MY new defense mechanism.

What are YOU doing these days to defend yourself from being the next black person caught on video catching some hot ones in your shit just for being black on the streets of the United States?

Cali Bound

Sandra Bland. Donald Trump. Transit slowdowns/shutdowns in NJ/NYC. Another theater shooting. 2 teens kill 5 in mass murder.

Oh, what a week it has been.

I’m using the last of my American Airlines miles (which were actually converted from US Airway miles) and then it’s no. more. American. Airlines. EVER. Done. Forever.

Speaking of Donald Trump: I saw his private jet today on the runway at LaGuardia. It is HUGE. A 737, maybe? If you are rich enough to own your old Boeing jumbo jet? You *might* be a part of the 1%.

Man, yesterday a friend of mine was showing me listings of some SWEET-ass old townhouses in Baltimore. And by sweet, I’m talking high end ERRTHANG and renovated to the nines. Sweet like, midtown Manhattan, Zsa Zsa kinda ritzy. $340,000 to live in the hood? Hmmmmmmm… $340,000 is a lot cheaper than $2.4 million to have a similar townhouse in DuPont Circle. Or $8.9 million for a fixer-upper townhouse in Chelsea. Baltimore. I hear there were 7 murders in one day in Baltimore a few days back. Yes. Umm… Pass.

Wish I had something funny and entertaining to say. Having been in the funny and entertaining mood lately, but I will try really hard not to bring you down.

I’ve been watching a LOT of Walking Dead, drinking a lot of beer and wine, spending a lot of time napping in bed and drinking a lot of water yesterday and today and I head back to the desert. Palm Springs and Arizona. Via Columbus and DFW. US Air never made me take THREE planes to go from NYC (JFK) to Palm Springs. And janky American flies out of LaGuardia. I. hate. LaGuardia. As you may have heard, a complete power outage shutdown all flights out of Terminal C. It was my good fortune that I was flying out of Terminal B this morning.

Thanks, Baby J!

Now playing… Keri Hilson’s Knocks You Down (feat. Ne-Yo and Kanye West.) An awesome tune!!!

See ya in the desert, peepz!!!

Chattanooga shooting

First: My thoughts are with the families of the Marines (and the *other* victim…if the reports are accurate that a fifth person was killed in the attack.)

As many, if not all of you know, I served our country in the United States Marine Corps in the late 80s/early 90s. It’s a branch of the military that’s like no other and Marines are always layin’ it out on the line, every day, in every way, like no other U.S. servicemen and women. But, I could be biased. Very bias. I’m very, very biased.

*deep breath*

I’m deeply saddened that this may very well be an ISIS-related or ISIS-inspired attack. A bartender at a place that will remain unnamed, said to me and another patron (who was there, drinking after closing) that ISIS would soon be on our shores, “lopping our heads off” because Obama was “weak” and I laughed out loud. I laughed VERY loud. I may have even cackled. I cackle a lot. Anyhooz, she looks at me DEAD SERIOUS and says “You think I’m joking?”

I just took a sip of wine. I didn’t want to get way into the whole political ramifications of who is doing what to who and whatnot. Well… Fast forward from a week ago to today. She may very well be the Nostradamus of…yea… May have been indeed on the money. On it. I may have been wrong. I know I may come off as a little opinionated at times and am very headstrong when it comes to my being right OR bullish in defending decisions that I strongly believe to be right, even when they may NOT be right… BUT… I’ve been wrong in the past. A few times. And this may be one of those times.

*deep breath*

Now… I am not going to get way, way, way into this but it [the news of this attack] brought to mind things that… Hmmmmmmmmmmm…………… I don’t even know if this is the venue to address what came to my mind. I think I will hold onto this thought for now and write it down offline and incorporate it into my book.

I can say this: People HERE are getting killed by law enforcement. Every day. People HERE are getting killed by mentally unstable people. Every day. People HERE are getting killed by racists. Every day. People HERE are getting killed by family members. Every day. It’s violent here in the United States. It’s a very violent country that came into being after a violent war with the British. Followed by ANOTHER violent war with the British. And then a long and gruesome war with ourselves. A couple of world wars and other “conflicts” and wars on foreign soil to protect our interests OR the interests of big business. And being a country with such a long, violent history, should we be surprised that this whole “war of terror” wouldn’t eventually be coming just a little closer to home? Yet again?

September 11. The Boston Bombing. And now this. I saw the increased security at Port Authority today and KNEW we were on high alert for some specific reason but didn’t want to approach the National Guardsmen to ask them what was going on because they were very hell-bent on doing there job, doing their best, to keep us safe. And I salute them for that.

*deep breath*

My heart goes out to the family of the black woman who was murdered in Texas a few days ago. My heart goes out to the little white girl who was tossed into the Boston Bay, discarded in a trash bag, like household trash. My heart goes out to the families of the Colorado movie theater shooting victims and my heart goes out to those who have lost their lives in the years since this “war on terror” was (officially) started almost 14 years ago. Many of those people were MY brothers in arms.

I sincerely hope that people will stop and think and let the Feds get to the bottom of today’s attack before flying off the fucking handle and doing some stupid shit. It happened in the south and having been born in the south and spent quite a bit of time in the south, I can tell you that EVERYONE in the south has guns. You can buy guns at any Walmart in the south. I’d hate to see a repeat of what happened after September 11, where uneducated rednecks and poorly informed “citizens” attacked Sikh Indians because they feared they were all Al-Qaeda.

That’s it, for now.

I’m going to continue with this now and decided when, where and how to share my opinions and thoughts on why this is happening to the United States. Like I said many times before, as flawed as this country is, I have called it home for all of my life and am still proud to call myself an American. And as American, I have decided to take the high road and not jump to conclusions on this one (well… FURTHER jump to…further conclusions. I did tweet earlier that this shooting was NOT ISIS and it appears that after further review, I may have been mistaken.)


…is the latest company to draw the full force of my ire. Did I use that word right? I’m pretty sure I did. I should look it up but I’m pretty sure I’m on point with that one.

Apparently, they have a history of swallowing up good airlines and turning them into shitty ones. Good luck with that. I have decided to use up my miles (which will co$t me) and I’m going to make like Grandmaster Flash and step, step, step, step, step off! LOL!!! I would not recommend their crappy airline to my worst enemy. I did enough bitchin’ the other day and really am over it.

Or am I…???

Don’t know what else to say. Really. Good to be back? I love the humidity? How ’bout that All-Star game? I can’t wait until October? LOL!!!

#NBA “Free” agency woes.

Ain’t nuthin’ in life free. OR guaranteed. Outside of some advice. (Free.) OR death and taxes. (Guaranteed.)

The Lakers and Knicks: What-EVER.

LaMarcus Aldridge to the Spurs. And I’ve been reading/hearing that the Lakers actually *thought* that they had a shot at him. Why??? Why would they think that??? Because he has a house in Orange County??? The CEO of Taco Bell has a house in Orange County. Maybe they can sign him to a max money deal, LOL!!! Lakers writers and fans are SO quick to drink the Kool Aid. Kobe Bryant is the NBA equivalent of a scare crow, keeping the critters away. Only, HE is scaring the big name free agents away. I just read that some people are saying that LaMarcus Aldridge choosing the Spurs “sets the Lakers rebuilding efforts back at least a year.”

The Lakers aren’t coming for ANY ONE, ANY TIME, soon. In the words of a song: Take That To The Bank.

The Spurs – Doing it RIGHT. Constantly. Always keepin’ it classy. Danny Green. Leonard. Aldridge. And the Three (Old) Amigos. Damn.

J. Lin to the Hornets. Really!?!?! I’m still not sure WHY Phil Jackson didn’t go after Jeremy Lin. Oh. Wellz. The Knicks loss. (I’ve been saying that a LOT over the last several years.) Fuck.

Sorry… I’m kinda upset.

I got called out by a sports writer on twitter for calling Mitch Cupcake an idiot. I’m on that ole Janet Jackson “What Have You Done Lately” kinda shit, LOL!!! The rings you won back in 2010 have nothing, no, LESS THAN NOTHING to do with you landing big name free agents in 2015. Believe that.

It’s a whole new (Wild Wild) West.

And did you hear? The Clippers and Steve Balmer are in the middle of a mean game of Twister at DeAndre Jordan’s house while he is ignoring Chandler Parsons’ and Mark Cuban’s phone calls. LOL!!! That’s cold blooded.

Well. The Yankees were a game & 1/2 ahead of Tampa at the top of the AL East earlier but I haven’t checked the score of the Oakland game, so who knows.

That be it. For now. I am sure you fellow sports fanatics will hear the juicy tonight on Sports Center but I won’t get the lowdown until Friday. Well… I will catch it on twitter and ESPN dot come on, man!!! LOL!!! We’ll see.

Thanks for tuning in!

…and to top it off…

There are a couple of people on this flight that smell REALLY bad. It’s Southwest Airlines. It’s not like you’ve been flying non-stop for 18 hours. Sprinkle a day, people.

Well, the fasten seatbelt sign is off and the flight attendants are up out of their seats. Hallelujah!!! LOL!!! Got the tunes. Got the power. Not power outlets, though. I mean, like… I’m feeling ENERGIZED. That’s all.

*deep breath*

By The Time I Get To Arizona!!!

Remember that PE tune??? I ***LOVED*** that song!!! Especially the video where they…yea…at the end of the video. Politics Time Again. (Are you going to vote now?) It’s not you. It’s me. I’m all o we the map. I’m liquor deprived. Or maybe I’m just depraved.

Who’s to say?


Listening to some Al B. Sure! He was clowned a lot when he was out but yet he sold like a gazillion records and had a little acting career going on, to. Or was it Christopher Williams that was acting. Damn. I’m not sure now. LOL!!! Anyway, I’m still feelin’ his stuff now. Almost… 25 years later??? Time. I’ve been soooooooooooooo obsessed with the passage of time lately. Looking back at what has already been and looking forward to what is coming up. I mean, I am REALLY looking forward to the future.

Today, just like when I was young, I can get stuck on a certain song and just play that song over and over and over again. Only, today, there are no grooves to wear out or tapes to stretch pop and or jam. Or those OTHER tapes to just plain old wear OUT. (Remember 8-tracks???) You may miss my many song references in my tweets or blog postings. They might be obscure or pretty well known, but randomly placed. It’s just one of those things that I like to do.

Things that I have been thinking about lately include wheels on luggage. The wheel has been around for a pretty long time. As intelligent as man is, what took us so long to put them on luggage? I’ve also wondered about neck pillows. I love, love, love my neck pillow and would rank neck pillows up there with sliced bread and…………….my tray is DISGUSTING. I mean. Gross.

*deep breath* This is a “continuation” flight (ie: milk run), so I ain’t gonna bitch too much.

Woo Sah…

Okay. Neck pillows = genius.
Nuff said about neck pillows.

Am I boring you, yet??? I am really bored. I have the Chardonnay and the water and the mind is clicking away about nothing. I’m like the black Larry David. Or is that JB Smooth??? I’d like to think it’s me. LOL!!! Well… I wish not to keep going on and on about random nothingness. The people around me are quite well behaved (as a whole) and ALL of the children are in the back of the plane. I’m always talkin’ smack about this, that and the other but it’s all in fun (for the most part) and I’m always going to try to be the good guy, in the end. Yea. I may get ugly and fly off the handle and block an idiot or two but those occasions are rare.

I enjoy life. I enjoy people and I enjoy just being me.

Thank you all again for hanging out with me and keeping me company.

See ya in Orange County and GO, YANKEES!!!!!

The NOT-SO friendly skies…


Today has been an EAZY day, so far. From the bus to the train to the plane. I even helped a VERY confused non-frequent flier through the security line today. (The kid in back of me gave me a “Good lookin’ out, man.”) The lines at Reagan were RIDICULOUS but they *were* moving. Again, with a little bit but of help from yours truly, of course!

I’m on my wayayayay to Orange County. Sunshine. Fake boobs. Orange tans. Go, Yankees. This be the week. Expectations: I have none. This year’s Yankees may just be THE most unpredictable…predictably unpredictable…team in the history of baseball, if not all of professional sports. They just can not be figured out. Must be A-Rod’s return, coupled with Jeter’s departure. Time WILL tell. I know I sure can’t.

It’s a most strange feeling, when I wonder: Am I doing okay? Am I doing AWESOME? Or do I just check off the ‘satisfactory’ box??? In this whole life thing. I can’t tell. Again, I’m still trying to figure this thing out. At the age of 48-getting-ready-turn-50. (49 is just a non-essential formality. A weigh station on my way to AARP Land, LOL!!!) In many ways, I feel like I’m getting ready to “start over”, all over, again. The remix. Or reboot. Restart. Not in a bad way. Life is just FULL of surprise. Wonderful surprises. Many surprises that can just catch you off guard, if you’re cruising through, oblivious to the signs. IF there ARE any signs. I guess no signs are what makes surprises surprises!!! LOL!!! But how DO we “expect the unexpected?”

*deep breath*

I’ve never been much of a philosopher, so pardon my pondering. I haven’t even had my first glass of wine yet and have only had two cups of coffee all day. I’m alert. A little hungry and WAY deep in thought.

Good stuff on the tube, now that Game Of Thrones is done with: Bessie & John Wick. WOW!!! OH!!! Season two of True Detective!!! That’s what I’m watching these nights. Hey! I’ve decided to give Porzingis a chance. Show me whatcha workin’ wit! LOL!!! I still say that we NEED to bring back Jeremy Lin, NOW!!!


I’m hitting ALL of my favorite subjects today.

Hope I’m not sounding like a broken record. Did you know that you can STILL buy leisure suits??? Yup. I’m seriously thinking about one. Like…getting one. For reals. LOL!!!

Why the face??? The flight attendant gave me a “sippy cup” lid for my wine (since we hit a bit of turbulence as she started serving) and I DROPPED it!!! BUT… I’m wearing flip-flops and I’m pretty friggin’ good with my feet/toes, LOL!!! That’s the face when I’m working it out at 36,000 feet! LOL!!!


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