"Niggers put the noose on"

A group of white Louisiana college students dressed in mud and reenacted the Jena 6 assault while a friend snapped photos and videotaped it. Images and videos were later posted to one of the participant's Facebook page. The photos were taken late last month on the bank of the Ouachita River, where students from the University of Louisiana at Monroe giddily acted out the racial attack. The photos and video were posed on the facebook page of Kristy Smith, a freshman nursing student. The album of images was entitled "The Jena 6 on the River."

In the video, three students with mud smeared across their bodies stomp on a fourth student, while two of the participants are heard to say, "Jena 6." One man can also be heard saying, "Nigger put the noose on."
After the video and photos on Smith's page were discovered by fellow students, she removed the material and made her Facebook page private. Smith, who did not respond to a The Smoking Gun e-mail sent to her school address, apologized for the images in several recent Facebook postings.

"We were just playin n the mud and it got out of hand. I promise i'm not racist. i have just as many black friends as i do white. And i love them to death," she wrote.

When faced with heated online criticism from fellow students, Smith yanked the photos and video from Facebook, but not before one student downloaded the photos and another videotaped the video directly from her computer screen (and then posted the clip on YouTube).

Source: http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/years/2007/1002071jena1.html

White McDonald's patrons attack Black customer

It's really sad when Fox News is the one keeping it "real" on this.

Revisionist History

I am pissed.

I can't help it if I wanted to.
I wouldn't help it if I could.

I feel like I am watching a horrific car wreck in super slow motion. I see it happening but no matter what I do or say, the impact is inevitable.

American Idle, talk shows, "reality TV" have made us a culture of vouyers. We watch and watch and watch. Illegal wars, drugs in our neighborhoods, overt and covert racism, rape, abuse and murder. Our government has been stolen and we all know it. Our culture has been stolen and we still bob our heads and shake our collective asses.

In my lifetime they have re-written the history of slavery.
Now it isn't the vicious brutality of the evil white man, as much as evil Black people "who sold their own people"

We are too quick to forget history.
Which makes it too easy for them to re-write it.

We are too quick to forgive our enemies.
Which makes it easy for them to redefine themselves.

How can you hate Fox News but still love Fox?
How can you hate the homofication of the Black Man in hip-hop and R&B and still celebrate every whiteboy that decides he wants to sing and dance with us?

This is serious. If not James Byrd Jr, if not Amadou Diallo, Sean Bell, Tyisha Miller, Isiah Washington, The Jena 6, Asata Shakur, Haiti, Iraq, Liberia, Palestine, Cosmo Kramer, or every living white person telling you to "get over it"...

What the f-word is it going to take?


Every night ain't a party.
We can't spend every other day sitting cross legged in semi-circles reading poetry and telling each other how talented we are.

Re-define us.

Here’s the church, here’s the steeple, open the door, see all the SHEEPLE

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The Good Reverend writes to his flock:


When a nation is on the brink of war, the worst thing its citizens can do is allow themselves to become divided. The Bible says that there is a time for war and a time for peace (Ecclesiastes 3:8). In fact, Jesus said that in the last days there would be wars and rumors of wars (Matthew 24:6). When this country was attacked on September 11, 2001, there was a fierce public outcry. America wanted her enemies to pay. Now, two years later, those same Americans are protesting the war against terrorism.

President Bush is worthy of your prayers and support. He is a man who rises early every morning to seek God and His wisdom through prayer and the study of the Word. This is not the time for Christians to picket, carry protest signs or throw their opinions around. The election is over, and the man in the Oval Office is the one we, as Americans, voted in. Numbers 32:7-13 makes it clear how God feels about a nation divided during a time of war.

This country needs unity, and it begins with the church. It is your responsibility as a believer to pray for the president, others in leadership, this nation, the men and women serving in the Armed Forces and our enemies--whoever they may be. Forget about your political affiliation or preference. You are first and foremost a Christian.

Begin by making these confessions:

• In the name of Jesus, I declare that I will not allow any corrupt communication to proceed out of my mouth concerning President Bush or others in leadership (Ephesians 4:29).
  
  
• I declare that he is a man of wisdom, and he is strengthened and guided by the Holy Spirit. I wholeheartedly support the decisions he makes for this country (1 Timothy 2:1-2).
  
  
• I lift up every man and woman serving in the Armed Forces. I declare that they walk in favor, wisdom and safety and that their lives are redeemed from destruction (Psalm 91:7; Psalm 103:1-6).

If you have taken part in any protests or have allowed any corrupt communication to flow out of your mouth concerning the president, repent and begin to show your support for him by calling his name out before God. Pray for wisdom and wise counsel regarding the decisions he must make for this nation. Obey what the Word says in 1 Timothy 1-2 and 1 Peter 2:13 and: 1) continue to pray for those in authority over you; and 2) submit to that established authority. In doing so, you honor God, our president and thousands of service members. When the temptation comes to murmur or complain, rejoice that there is a man in the White House who walks and talks with God daily. Remember, united we stand, divided we fall (Matthew 12:25)!

—$$$Dr. Creflo A. Dollar$$$

Mike Vick is the Worst Human Being since Hitler

I'm not saying too much about it.
Not gonna blog or respond to blogs beyond this.

In the end, what it comes down to, is "Michael Vick broke the law"

No matter how you feel about dogs, or athletes, Black people or celebrities, he broke the law, and that is the simplest argument to make.

I, for one, certainly hope that this unilateral Zero Tolerance Policy on law breaking extends to white celebrities AND the coon/sambo Black artists they love to push on us.

ALL RAPPERS ARRESTED ON ILLEGAL GUN and DRUG charges must face jail time. Bye bye, Snoop. Remember Puffy and JLo involved in a shooting, then RUNNING from police, and busted with a loaded weapon? Lock 'em up.

ALL BUBBLE GUM POP CELEBRITIES ARRESTED ON DUI CHARGES must face jail time. It's against the law.

Paris Hilton? Lindsay Lohan? Mel Gibson? Vivica Fox? Nicole Richie? Ty Pennington from Extreme Makeover? Tracy Morgan? George Michael? Method Man? Crooked wig Eve? Make them face jail just like we would. They broke the law.



More than anything else... If you are one of the many, many people who are outraged about the killing of poor, innocent dogs, I certainly hope that you are at least AS outraged (if not more) about the murder, torture, rape, and displacement that is happening to hundreds of millions of people in Palestine, Sudan, Liberia, Haiti, Iraq, Afghanistan, and countless other places around the world.

I hope that your outrage stretches to human fucking beings.


I understand, I understand. People in those countries may be a little to "ethnic" to elicit sympathies, it's hard to humanize them. So at least let your anger and intolerance for injustice reach people in this country.

Remember NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA?

Oops. Probably still too "brown"

If nothing else, the people responsible for the deaths of thousands of American lives, among them, good white Americans. You with me now?

The people responsible for the deaths of over 3000 Americans on September 11, 2001.
The people responsible for the deaths of almost 4000 Americans in the illegal war in Iraq.
The people responsible for the mutilation and permanent injury of over 20,000 Americans, many with arms and legs blown off, eyes missing. This doesn't count Gulf War Syndrome or Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.


I hope that you can save some finger wagging to go all the way around.

Please don't laugh at Helen Keller jokes.

Laughter has gotten me through a pretty rough weekend. People were weird. I was weird. People showed up that I didn't expect, some that I didn't welcome. Even my broad shoulders can bear only so much weight. Enough was enough.

So that lasted, I dunno, a few hours. I turned off my phone, my computer, effectively shutting myself off from folks. And I would have been content to be in a foul mood, if not for the wonder of On Demand.

I turned on a flick called The Matador, with Pierce Brosnan and Greg Kinnear. I laughed until I cried tears. I swear, the movie is on par with Coming to America. And once I laughed I was fine.

After, Necessary Roughness came on HBO. Scott Bakula, Sinbad, football and the style of 1991. I was done. I was back.

Anyways.... Today was a pretty productive day, and throughout the day into the evening, I spent time trying to recall the funniest things ever. What's the funniest thing I've ever heard?

If you know me, if you have spent any time with me, then it's pretty likely that we've sat somewhere, probably around a table, putting our lives on the line, talking, laughing, holding our stomachs, choking and almost dying.

But what was it? I remember the laughter, but not the punchline.

Back in high school, my high school clique, The Lunch Mobb would organize "You Sit Down, You Get Clowned", usually after school at Sizzler. The rules were simple. You sit down. You get clowned. And it was the funniest thing ever. The Dozens times infinity, cuz a lot of it was real.

"Man, shuddup. You can't talk, you got doused with milk in the cafeteria during lunch. MILK CHECK, BIOTCH!"

This would continue until we were nauseous from eating waaaaay too much all-you-can-eat shrimp, and laughing hysterically for hours upon end.

Yeah, we were savage.


This is a photo from the infamous Winter Ball.
The moment it was over.... It Was On.

Nation's Restaurant. In suits. With dates. Clowning.

And I know I have never laughed so hard in my life. I still laugh now thinking about it, but I can't remember what the hell was said, other than that the humor was at somebody else's expense.

In LA. In Oakland. In Chicago, New York, Vegas. Philly, Cairo, Barcelona.

Since I can't remember what was said, I figured I'd type out something you should NEVER laugh at.

Helen Keller jokes. Not as bad as dead baby jokes.

If you laugh at these, you are going to hell. If you even snicker. Over.


Remember, don't laugh.

What is Helen Keller's favorite color?
Corduroy.

How did Helen Keller burn the side of her face?
She answered the iron.

How did she burn the other side of her face?
They called back.

Why does Helen Keller masturbate with one hand?
She needs the other to moan with.

How did Helen Keller burn her fingers?
Reading the waffle iron.

What did Helen Keller do when she fell down the well?
She screamed and screamed until her hands turned blue.

How come she didn't scream when she fell off the cliff?
She was wearing mittens.

Why did Helen Keller's dog commit suicide?
You would too if your name was 'Urghrrghrghr'.

How come Helen Keller can't have kids??
Because she's DEAD!

What did Helen Keller's parent's do to punish her?

They rearranged the furniture.
They put Saran Wrap on the toilet.
They washed her hands out with soap.
They glued doorknobs to the walls.

Why couldn't Helen Keller drive a car?
Because she was a woman.

How did Helen Keller break her arm in the car?
Trying to read stop signs.

Define true love.
Hellen Keller and Stevie Wonder playing tennis.

Did you know that Helen Keller had a dollhouse in her backyard?
Neither did she.

How did Helen Keller meet her husband?
On a blind date.

How did Helen Keller pierce her ear?
Answering the stapler.

(Before you send me an email or text messages attempting to "check" me on this in any way, please know that I will Photoshop pictures of you, place you in compromising positions with compromising people, and then create a brand new Myspace page with them.)

Just say NO to Starbucks

Dear Starbucks Customer,

First and foremost I want to thank you for making Starbucks the $6.4 billion global company it is today, with more than 90,000 employees, 9,700 stores, and 33 million weekly customers. Every latte and macchiato you drink at Starbucks is a contribution to the close alliance between the United States and Israel, in fact it is - as I was assured when being honored with the "Israel 50th Anniversary Friend of Zion Tribute Award" - key to Israel's long-term PR success. Your daily Chocolate Chips Frappucino helps paying for student projects in North America and Israel, presenting them with the badly needed Israeli perspective of the Intifada.

Starbucks, through the Jerusalem Fund of Aish HaTorah, an international network of Jewish education centres, sponsors Israeli military arms fairs in an effort to strengthen the special connection between the American, European and Israeli defense industries and to showcase the newest Israeli innovations in defense. As my contribution to the fight against the global rise of anti-Semitism, the reason behind the current conflict in the Middle-East, I help Aish HaTorah sponsoring the website "honestreporting.com" and produce material informing of Israel's side of the story.

Without you, my valued customer, I wouldn't be able to raise hundreds of millions of dollars each year to protect Israeli citizens from terrorist attacks and keep reminding every Jew in America, to defend Israel at any cost. $5 billion per year from the US government are no way near enough to pay for all the weaponry, bulldozers and security fences needed to protect innocent Israeli citizens from anti-Semitic Muslim terrorism. Corporate sponsorships are essential.

Having the bigger picture in mind, Starbucks have donated a store to the US army to help in the "War on Terror". I cannot emphasize enough, how vital the "War on Terror" is for the continued viability and prospering of the Jewish State.

So next time you feel like chilling out at a Starbucks store, please remember that with every cup you drink at Starbucks you are helping with a noble cause.

Howard Schultz
Chairman & Chief Global Strategist
Starbucks Coffee Stores

Let me state that the above letter is a "spoof"
However, just because it's not real, doesn't mean it's not true.

Oh, Obama...

Dear Obama,

You might got the whole world fooled, but you ain't fooling me, baby. Apparently I am the only person in Amerikkka who remembers that you are a politician. Your job is to lie and steal and sneak and make promises that you will never fill. Maybe it's because you're Black, maybe it's because you're young and somewhat studly, but whatever the reason, it makes me hopeful for myself.

For if you, the man who has voted in support of the PATRIOT Act, Volume 2, the man who has voted to INCREASE spending on illegal and immoral wars in Iraq, Afghanistan, and on other Colored peoples of the world.... If you can be a serious candidate for President of These United States of America...

My plan for world domination will go way easier than planned.



I will admit, you had me fooled at one time. For a brief moment in your short career, I thought maybe you might be on the "right side" of the issues most of us care about most.

Once, I caught a quote from you that made me stop in my tracks. You said:

"No one is suffering more than the Palestinian people."

I was stuck. Was I going to have to jump on the Obamawagon? Would I have to eat crow? Cuz if any politician was willing to stand up against the powerful Israeli lobby and the Jew-run media, I was gonna have to be on the front lines standing with him.

But... you only stood by that statement for a short time, didn't you? For when you were asked to clarify what you meant, you said this:

"What I said is nobody has suffered more than the Palestinian people from the failure of the Palestinian leadership to recognize Israel, to renounce violence, and to get serious about negotiating peace and security for the region. Israel is the linchpin of much of our efforts in the Middle East."

You suck. I hope your wife cheats on you and gives you an STD that burns every time you pee.

Why do I even pretend to be surprised? Your top campaign contributors THUS FAR include:

UBS Americas $162,200
Exelon Corp $159,800
Goldman Sachs $146,100
Sidley Austin LLP $105,750
Jenner & Block $81,322
Jones, Day et al $76,000
Kirkland & Ellis $72,251
Time Warner $63,300
Williams & Connolly $58,350
Harvard University $57,500
Citigroup Inc $56,000
Credit Suisse Securities $47,500
Skadden, Arps et al $43,550
WilmerHale $41,950
Morgan Stanley $41,850
Level 3 Communications $38,900
Viacom Inc $38,700
Lehman Brothers $38,400
Ariel Capital Management $37,900
Pajcic & Pajcic $36,800

Why do we even pretend to be surprised, Obama baby? All it takes it a few minutes of Google to find out who owns you.

Yes, you are a Black Man, but so is Master Pee, so is Ward Coonerly, so is Jessie Lee Peterson. So are Clarence Thomas and Colin Powell. And none of y'all stand for what I believe in.

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2010 Edit

This post hurt my friends' hearts

One person said: "Obama has raised over $58 million to date. In fact, over 258,000 people have donated (some as little as $5). NO candidate ever has had that amount of people supporting them this early in the race."

I said: "Vanilla Ice once had the biggest selling rap album of ALL time.
More people vote for American Idle than for American Elections.
77% (or more) of THIS country supported the illegal invasion of Iraq

Popularity is no indication of quality."

Another: "Smh OK...so of all the presidential canidates...and you HAD(as in muhphuka you gotta picc) to choose ONE..who would you choose?

Point being, is there a canidate who has touched you to a point of being more qualified and more suitable for the title? If no one is, and you had no choice but to choose one, who would that one be and why?"


Me: "If at gunpoint, I had to pick a candidate (because I plan to not vote and would encourage others to do the same), I would vote for Dennis Kucinich."

She returns: "Why have you chosen to single out ONE presidential canidate? Where's the comparisons of negativety of each? Or was there one who DOES represent what you believe in?..if not, then why aren't they represented by their own special blog as well?

Or did you feel the need to make a special "stand-out" point with the him because he happened to be born black?

Can I get adleast ONE rebuttaled canidate from the republican side? Or does singling out the black presidential canidate suit your point better?"

 Skillfully, I fire back: "Easy answer.
Because there is no need to compare candidates. There is only ONE candidate that the masses believe is "The Answer" to all of life's problems walking and talking.
If a wack Republican gets into office, people still keep their fire.
If a wack Democrat gets into office, people go to sleep.
Everybody knows that if Hillary is elected she will blow up the world.
People think that Obama is the godchild of Martin Luther King, Jr, and is 1/4 Jesus H. Christ.

Until "we" are willing to stand up against wackism in these DEMONcrats, they will have no reason to improve on the issues we care about. Obama will not pull our well-established military out of the Middle East, Obama will not cut military spending, Obama will not lower our nuclear arsenal, BECAUSE HE HAS NOT VOTED TO DO ANY OF THAT IN HIS TIME IN THE SENATE.

If Obama is somehow elected, it will be like OJ being found not guily, times 100.
And we will be butt-raped while smiling about it.

We need to quit supporting the lesser of evils. It's still evil."

Somebody else tries to save her: "I happen to think Obama's pretty good on the issues. Read through his website, listened to the podcasts and read quite a few speeches. He's got the right direction for this country. And in the case of igniting a fire under America's apathetic butts, it's certainty a quantifier."

But The Truth Sayer isn't fazed!: "When a President who the people are "inspired" by, but is TERRIBLE on the issues we care about, is elected, Americans go to sleep.
Look at Clinton, everybody liked him, he smoked weed, ate McDonalds, had affairs, all likable stuff in a Prez. BUT, his foreign policy was terrible, and he brought us NAFTA and the end to humane governmental assistance programs.

When you recognize the devil by his talk, his walk, and his actions, the people stay vigilant. "Liberals" and "progressives" are waiting for the day when they can stop caring about this stuff because somebody is taking care of it."



Fun times. I wish I had been wrong, though.

There, but by the Grace of God, go I

Man gunned down in busy Oakland park

Shooter approached on foot with kids, others nearby

An unidentified woman tries to cross the police line to reach the body of 32-year old Corey Burts, who was shot to death Monday in a park on 98th Avenue in Oakland.

OAKLAND — A 32-year-old man was shot to death Monday afternoon in an East Oakland park while children played nearby, police said. 

The victim was identified as Corey Burts, who lived a short distance from the park at 98th Avenue and C Street where the shooting occurred about 3 p.m. Monday.

Police believe Burts was approached by someone on foot who shot at him several times, killing him instantly.

The gunman had no regard for the safety of others in the park, police said.

"There were people everywhere, kids and adults," Sgt. James Morris said. "They were out there enjoying the day until this happened."

No one else was hurt.

Police were still trying to determine a motive for the killing of Burts, who had many relatives in the area.

Morris said Burts had many friends and loved ones but also some enemies who may have surprised him at the park.

Word of the shooting spread quickly and several of Burts' relatives rushed to the scene. Some were visibly hysterical after learning he had been killed and saw a tarp covering his body in the park.

Relatives said Burts was the father of two children. The killing was Oakland's 49th homicide of the year. Last year at this time, there were 66 homicides.

Police and Crime Stoppers of Oakland offer up to $10,000 in reward money for information leading to the arrest of the killer. Anyone with information can call police at 238-3821 or Crime Stoppers at 238-6946.

This story hits close to home.
I knew Corey Burts.

We weren't friends.
We didn't hang out.
I don't even know that I liked him.

Corey Burts and I attended the same elementary school, a public school in the hills of Oakland, 20 years ago.

He was one of the handful of Black kids at a school for the children of the rich. The privileged.

Sometimes he was a bully. He picked fights with kids both smaller and bigger than him.
In the fourth grade, I vividly remember him doing something that no fourth grade kid in the history of school ANYWHERE had ever had the courage to do.

He fought toe to toe with a six grader. And he won.

He also was proficient in "Yo Mama" jokes and reciting the lyrics from rappers like The Beastie Boys and Run DMC.

I remember word for word his freestyle tribute to Adidas.

"I got Adidas this,
I got Adidas that,
I got Adidas sweatsuit
And Adidas hat
I got Adidas shoes, and Adidas drawz,
I even got Adidas, on ma balls!"

Such was the playground legend of Corey Burts.

I didn't want to invite him to my 10th birthday party, but my mother made me. And I will never forget how happy, how excited he was to get the invitation.

I'll never forget that.


Corey's mother died when we were in the sixth grade. We all knew his mother... She was like Mabel King, the mother from "What's Happening?" She was all Corey had.

We never saw him again.

Over the years, I wondered what became of Corey Burts. Did he have some rich benefactor, like Arnold and Willis and Webster? People who take care of poor Black boys who have lost all in their life?

I doubt it.


And what have I done to continue to receive the continual Blessings from God, over and over and over in my life? What would have happened to me if I lost my mother at such a tender age?

Would I still be a brooding intellectual? Would I know then, as I know now, that I am the Center of the Universe? That the sun, the moon, the stars were all created by God to serve ME? Would I still like soymilk, sushi, or Superman?

Or would my life have taken a different path?



Corey Burts was shot and killed on the afternoon of June 25th, 2007.

I don't know enough to say he deserved a better life.
He deserved a better death.

May God forgive him his sins.

Yes, Homo.

So.....
I hope that everyone can accept as fact.

Rap music is drowning in overcooned thug culture
Black women, even the "conscious" ones, love thugs
Thugs wear t-shirts as dresses
Thugs sag their pants and show their underwear to other thugs
Thugs go to jail and have sex with other men
Women have unprotected sex with men who have been in jail

T.H.U.G.
The Homie's Usually Gay

Thugs are gay. Period. All of them.
You are on notice. All of you.

50 Cents plays with dildos






Snoop carries a purse.



And do we even need to go over this one again?

Do you know what I do?

I get into random conversations with people, and when I tell them I'm a fundraiser, their eyes usually get really wide.

"A fundraiser?? I need some funds! How much can you raise?"
almost verbatim what comes out of everyone's mouth.

I meet so many people who do good work, youth groups, education, social work, health care. At a business mixer the other day I struck up a conversation with a dude who happens to be the CEO of the East Bay Youth Consortium, a non-profit working with at-risk in Richmond, CA. They do good work.

Just last week I found out that my neighbor is Executive Director of the SMAAC Youth Center.





One of my best friends is Executive Director of The Jabez Project, whose work is centered around preparing youth for the SAT/ACT and California's high school exit exam.

Now..... not to be arrogant. But I am one of the best fundraisers ever.
Through personal donor generation and solicitations, I have raised over $5 million, mainly from individual donors, not corporate grants. I have developed programs for donor acquisition, generation, cultivation, stewardship, solicitation and development which have hundreds of thousands of contributions and tens of millions of dollars.

My fundraising program now at UC Berkeley has raised over $3 million and we are weeks away from snatching UCLA's crown as the most successful in the country.

I don't mean to brag,
I don't mean to boast,
(But I'm like hot butter on your breakfast toast)

Why am I writing this?
Because.... on any given weekend, I can speak at a Fundraiser's Conference or Convention and make between $600 and $1600 to talk, coach, or motivate for a couple of hours.
And time permitting, my consultant's rate starts @ $75 per hour.

But for people who do good work, for the people who don't have the resources that Corporate America does, I GIVE MY TIME AWAY.

There are too many non-profits closing.
There are too many clinics closing.
There are too many after school programs closing.
There are too many music programs closing.

And the number one problem, is $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
It's always money.

When you have to work a full-time job to pay the bills, it's hard to concentrate on another full-time job that ain't paying you.

I am a resource.
I live to give my time away.
Use me.

Want to make a film, but don't have the resources?
Have a 501(c)(3), but you're running it out of your living room?

Corporate America pays top dollar for this stuff.
We need to use our resources better.

The Barber

There once was a barber who owned a small barber shop.

One day, a fireman walks in and gets a cut.
The fireman says, "How much do I owe ya?"
The barber says, "Nothing my friend, its on me."

The next morning the barber finds a 10 gallon jug of water at the front of his shop.


The next day, a policeman gets a cut.
The policeman asks, "How much do I owe ya?"
The barber says, "Nothing my friend, its on me."

The next morning the barber finds a box of doughnuts at the front of his shop


The next day, a black dude gets a cut.
The black dude says, "How much do I owe ya?"
The barber says "Nothing my friend, its on me."

The next morning the barber finds 5 more black dudes at the front of the shop, asking about a free cut.

The TRUTH Behind the VA Tech Shootings: CIA was involved

These words are not my own, but the sentiment behind them is.
After 9/11, the answers came too quickly and too conveniently for me and for many.

2 days after this tragedy. I feel the same.

This dude made a videotaped confession and mailed it to NBC, but he FILED THE SERIAL NUMBERS OFF THE GUNS HE USED???

Think.

The only reason why people file serial numbers off of guns is to cover their tracks.
You can't trace the weapon, its origin, where it was made, who bought it, etc.

Why would some dude who would record himself confessing to a crime, and later KILLING himself at the scene, be concerned with covering his tracks???


Think.


Cho Seung-Hui's family was poor, and lived in a poor neighborhood in Seoul. One day, a government agent approached Cho's father if he was interested in winning a spot out of South Korea, to America. Interested, the father asks the agent about what must be done.

The agent tells Cho's father that research is being done in America about small children, but concedes that American families are not willing to have their children participate, although it is (theoretically) completely safe. The agent assures Cho's father that his son will not be harmed by the research. Reluctantly, Cho's father agrees. The agent keeps his word and arranges for the Seung family to emigrate to America. The Seungs relocate to America, incidentally, Fairfax County, Virginia, the same county that holds Langley (CIA Headquarters).

The "harmless research" is in actuality something more along the lines of MK Ultra (a state recognized program by the CIA that attempts to achieve total mind control through drugs, primarily LSD, and electronic signals). It goes on over a period of some time. Over time, Cho's behavior becomes increasingly erratic, but any protest about the "research" is stifled by intimidation on behalf of the government. The "research" performed on Cho damages him severely. However, Cho gets into Virginia Tech.

Cho is permanently mentally scarred, and traumatized. However, he is not totally cognizant of the research that has been performed, he knows something is not right. Memories of his torture come to him vaguely, but he is beyond repair now. He goes to his parents, nothing. He is convinced no one will help him, that everyone schemes against him. He writes plays with themes of a malicious third party.

He snaps on April 16, but not before releasing the video; referring to "researchers" when he says "You spilled my blood", speaking to some distant transgressor when he asks, "Have you any idea what it feels like to be humiliated?!"

Alternate Theory
The CIA has full control of Cho by the time he is released.
They need him to shoot up a school in order to further restrict weapons in the hands of the American public. Who wants an armed resistance???
Cho gets a call from the researchers early Monday morning...



I am not saying that what you just read is true, or is The Truth.
But.... I am saying openly and publicly that what we are being told does not add up.

A monster? Maybe.

But who made the monster?
Who helped the monster?
Who worked with the monster?
And..... who stands to gain from this terrible tragedy?




The homie Planet Lucid dropped this jewel:

everyone -

Please read this article
http://dreamsend.wordpress.com/2007/04/19/cho-seung-hui-and-the-not-so-secret-school/#comment-1276
apparently there was another shooter from the SAME highschool last year.




if this is him...why is he in a marine uniform?
(lower right pocket reads 'Hu' rather than 'Hui')


apparently Fairfax County Virginia has aLOT of military/defense influence and recruiters..as did columbine.
....this may explain why Cho's sister works for the state dept. in Iraq
http://www.brisbanetimes.com.au/articles/2007/04/19/1176696983487.html?from=top5

The sister of the gunman responsible for the deadliest shooting rampage in modern US history works as a contractor for a State Department office that oversees billions of dollars in American aid for Iraq.

Sun-kyung Cho is employed by the Iraq Reconstruction Management Office, according to US officials and a State Department staff directory that says she works from an annex near the department's headquarters in Washington.

Messages left on her office voicemail, in which she identifies herself as "Sun Cho", were not immediately returned today.

The Virginia Tech gunman was her brother, Cho Seung-hui. Thirty-three people died in the rampage on Monday, including the 23-year-old student, who committed suicide.

Spokesman Sean McCormack would not discuss Sun Cho's status but told reporters, "This person is not a direct-hire employee of the State Department."

He refused further comment, citing privacy concerns. Other US officials confirmed she worked for a contractor.

The office was set up by President George W Bush to coordinate the reconstruction program in Iraq and offers jobs to "highly skilled and motivated United States citizens" to work at the US embassy in Baghdad, Iraq, according to State Department documents. The office also has several Washington-based positions.

"Our mission is to support the sovereign, democratic rights of the Iraqi people to govern themselves, defend their country and rebuild their economy," the office says in its recruiting brochure. "This ongoing mission is one that is unprecedented in size and scope."

Sun Cho's current job is her third stint with the State Department, according to Princeton University, where she graduated with an economics major in 2004.

She previously worked as a summer intern at the department's International Labour Office and held a three-month economics internship in the northern summer before her senior year at the US embassy in Bangkok, sponsored by Princeton's International Internship Program.

"They were the most amazing three months of my life," Sun Cho told the university's weekly bulletin in November 24, 2003, article about the program, describing her experiences in the Thai capital.

"I found that the best way to get to know the city was taking the skytrain to random locations and walking around for a couple of hours," it quoted her as saying.

"I think it is always easy for Americans to maintain an American way of life abroad. The best thing is to avoid these traps and go out there and immerse yourself in a new culture."

The article described a visit to a border town where she saw deplorable working conditions for Burmese migrant workers.

"She said the experience was so profound that after returning to campus, she changed the focus of her senior thesis to a more labour-related topic," the article said.

 

what is the NRO and how close is it to Westfield High?
http://www.dcdave.com/article2/092698.htm

The Tina Ricca Murder

by Bonnie Hobbs

Excerpted from the CentreView (Centreville, Va.) 8/11/94

Right from the start, said John Ricca, the investigation into his daughter's Nov. 6 murder at he construction site of the Rockwell International building in Westfields was "shrouded in secrecy."

He received little information about how she died and nine months after her murder the police have still not found her killer.

Now, says Ricca, it all makes sense.

It was revealed this week that the Rockwell site where his daughter Tina worked as a security guard was actually a front for the headquarters of the super-secret National Reconnaissance Office (NRO). The CIA and the Defense

Department jointly oversee the NRO-which manages America's spy satellites-and its existence was kept top secret until two years ago.

On Monday, President Clinton declassified the NRO headquarters' existence, after many senators complained no one had told them of the project' s magnitude and cost. The Senate Select Committee on Intelligence was upset to discover the building was estimated to cost $350 million-nearly twice what they'd been told it would.

Ricca has little sympathy for them, saying they "only lost money-I lost a daughter."

Fairfax County Police Lt. Dennis Wilson with the homicide squad said Ricca's body was found in a temporary construction trailer not part of the NRO complex. He said police didn't know then that the complex was anything but a Rockwell facility, but said that fact has no bearing on the investigation.

But to Ricca, of Falls Church, it does have bearing, and "makes it even more believable why things have gone the way they have. It's making more sense by the minute why I haven't gotten any information."

Tina Ricca, 27, was employed as a security guard by Vance International of Oakton and had worked at the Rockwell site on Chantilly's Lee Road almost two years. She'd just been offered a job by Rockwell in Australia and was looking forward to beginning it.

She'd already finished her own eight-hour shift and was filling in for a co-worker away on National Guard duty when her life was ended by a bullet to the upper part of her body.

Police decline to reveal the type or caliber of weapon used or specify exactly where she was shot. But she wasn't wearing the bullet proof vest she usually wore, and both her gun and radio were missing.

Police have not ascribed a motive for her murder, but the ClA's involvement in the building, Ricca said, brings possible scenarios to mind. Perhaps, he said, his daughter saw something she shouldn't have. It also might explain, he said, why there was an approximately 2 1/2-hour gap between the time she was shot and the time Vance reported it.

"It gave the CIA plenty of time to destroy whatever evidence there was before the police got on the scene," said Ricca.

CIA spokeswoman Suzanne Wheeler Klein said Wednesday, "We don't have any information and don't have any comment on it."

There's also a question whether the FBI was involved in the murder investigation. Although FBI officials have denied they're a part of it, Ricca said he understands the FBI was on the scene before the police and later questioned some possible suspects. After the murder, he said, both the police and Vance had difficulty getting into the site.

If you've got the CIA and a real top-secret thing like the NRO," he said, "why in the world did they have one guard out there? There was only one guard on duty besides her, and there was supposed to be four. They should have had more." He also plans to contact the Senate, Congress and President Clinton, but doubts if, ultimately it'll get him anywhere.

Ricca said "If [the CIA] doesn't want Congress and the Ways and Means Committee to know what happened," he said, "they're surely not going to tell me-especially if they're involved in it."

Although police are saying the slain guard's body was found in a construction trailer, Ricca said they told him she was actually found in a blue, modular building. If she was in the trailer, he said, the other guard would have been with her.

He also said the room she was in had working computers in it, and he believes, "at the very minimum, those computers contained the drawings of the building, and that was top secret." Yet, he said, police told him when the FBI let them in, there was nothing on the computers.

To get through each day, he focuses on his job (ironically, he's a general manager for a construction company that's a prime contractor to the federal government), his wife and his children. (end of article)

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The murder is still unsolved, and the Post is yet to write a word about it.

The building complex, by the way, has a quite high, secure fence around it. It

would not have been easy for an intruder to make it in over the fence.

David Martin, September 26, 1998 

(hours before the shooting took place)
http://cdn-69.liveleak.com/liveleak/8/media8/2007/Apr/16/LiveLeak-dot-com-43042-myspace.jpg

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If Don Imus was a rapper, he'd be multi-platinum and win a Grammy

They all disrespect Black Women.

All this outrage over somebody most people have never heard of.

Meanwhile, this weekend, those same "outraged" will be nodding their heads to music from artists who disrespect Black Women far more consistently and viciously.

Don Imus is irrelevant.

Kids quote 50 and Snoop at school.

Instead of wasting time on irrelevant shock jock, black leaders need to be fighting a growing gangster culture.

By JASON WHITLOCK - Columnist

Thank you, Don Imus. You've given us (black people) an excuse to avoid our real problem.

You've given Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson another opportunity to pretend that the old fight, which is now the safe and lucrative fight, is still the most important fight in our push for true economic and social equality.

You've given Vivian Stringer and Rutgers the chance to hold a nationally televised recruiting celebration expertly disguised as a news conference to respond to your poor attempt at humor.

Thank you, Don Imus. You extended Black History Month to April, and we can once again wallow in victimhood, protest like it's 1965 and delude ourselves into believing that fixing your hatred is more necessary than eradicating our self-hatred.

The bigots win again.

While we're fixated on a bad joke cracked by an irrelevant, bad shock jock, I'm sure at least one of the marvelous young women on the Rutgers basketball team is somewhere snapping her fingers to the beat of 50 Cent's or Snoop Dogg's or Young Jeezy's latest ode glorifying nappy-headed pimps and hos.

I ain't saying Jesse, Al and Vivian are gold-diggas, but they don't have the heart to mount a legitimate campaign against the real black-folk killas.

It is us. At this time, we are our own worst enemies. We have allowed our youths to buy into a culture (hip hop) that has been perverted, corrupted and overtaken by prison culture. The music, attitude and behavior expressed in this culture is anti-black, anti-education, demeaning, self-destructive, pro-drug dealing and violent.

Rather than confront this heinous enemy from within, we sit back and wait for someone like Imus to have a slip of the tongue and make the mistake of repeating the things we say about ourselves.

It's embarrassing. Dave Chappelle was offered $50 million to make racially insensitive jokes about black and white people on TV. He was hailed as a genius. Black comedians routinely crack jokes about white and black people, and we all laugh out loud.

I'm no Don Imus apologist. He and his tiny companion Mike Lupica blasted me after I fell out with ESPN. Imus is a hack.

But, in my view, he didn't do anything outside the norm for shock jocks and comedians. He also offered an apology. That should've been the end of this whole affair. Instead, it's only the beginning. It's an opportunity for Stringer, Jackson and Sharpton to step on victim platforms and elevate themselves and their agenda$.

I watched the Rutgers news conference and was ashamed.

Martin Luther King Jr. spoke for eight minutes in 1963 at the March on Washington. At the time, black people could be lynched and denied fundamental rights with little thought. With the comments of a talk-show host most of her players had never heard of before last week serving as her excuse, Vivian Stringer rambled on for 30 minutes about the amazing season her team had.

Somehow, we're supposed to believe that the comments of a man with virtually no connection to the sports world ruined Rutgers' wonderful season. Had a broadcaster with credibility and a platform in the sports world uttered the words Imus did, I could understand a level of outrage.

But an hourlong press conference over a man who has already apologized, already been suspended and is already insignificant is just plain intellectually dishonest. This is opportunism. This is a distraction.

In the grand scheme, Don Imus is no threat to us in general and no threat to black women in particular. If his words are so powerful and so destructive and must be rebuked so forcefully, then what should we do about the idiot rappers on BET, MTV and every black-owned radio station in the country who use words much more powerful and much more destructive?

I don't listen or watch Imus' show regularly. Has he at any point glorified selling crack cocaine to black women? Has he celebrated black men shooting each other randomly? Has he suggested in any way that it's cool to be a baby-daddy rather than a husband and a parent? Does he tell his listeners that they're suckers for pursuing education and that they're selling out their race if they do?

When Imus does any of that, call me and I'll get upset. Until then, he is what he is — a washed-up shock jock who is very easy to ignore when you're not looking to be made a victim.

No. We all know where the real battleground is. We know that the gangsta rappers and their followers in the athletic world have far bigger platforms to negatively define us than some old white man with a bad radio show. There's no money and lots of danger in that battle, so Jesse and Al are going to sit it out.

Black People SUCK

Please watch.




There are so many things wrong with this video.

1- FAT dude punches skinny dude (with all of his fat fury), skinny dude continues to rap. FAT dude needs to kill himself.
2- FAT (Samoan?) dude drops "nigga" at least 6 times, both en rap, and in his "I can't punch" frustration.
3- Black people did nothing.

Black people suck these days. Period.

Bill Cosby is right.
Spike Lee is right.
Will Smith is right.
I am right.

First off, I don't let BLACK people call me nigga/nigger/ni99a, whatever. Ever. I probably would not lay hands on you, but I will say something to make you wish I had just hit you.

I will never in the history of my life be in some public place on camera when one of my (Hawaiian?) homeboys decides to be an honorary nigger.

This is no isolated incident. To those OUTSIDE of the African-American community, being called a "nigga" is the greatest badge of honor they can wear.

"Oh, Robin Thick, you ain't a whiteboy! You be one of us! You a nigga too!"
Am I exaggerating? Google: nigga Robin Thicke and tell me what you come back with...

Yes, I am going somewhere with this... hold tight.

I made a comment in JLa's blog the other day. Some white dude called her his "nizzle" and I responded that she needed to train her white people better.

The truth is, you have to train everybody. Whatever your values are, your cultural values, you have to train people as to what's okay and what's not.

You want your employees to show up to work on time?
You have to make that expectation clear from jump. (trust me)

Fellas, like going out on dates but hate paying all the time?
Well, you can either complain about it in your blog, or be upfront, "Ya know baby, this is how I feel......."

Women, are you being okay called a bitch or a ho?
Some women are. Many women are.

Those who are not make it clear anytime the line is crossed, anytime the line is approached or looked at. She doesn't play that.

That's what happens when you have VALUES.

But.... as a whole, Black people do not. Our values are:
"Don't Be A Hater" (in this danceree)
"Stop Snitching"
"All About My Money" and
"I Don't Give a Fuck"

As of April 2nd, there have been over 100 murders in the city of Philadelphia in 2007. Please believe that 95 percent of those killed are Black.

We got kids shooting and killing kids, terrorizing communities, selling and using drugs, and yet STOP SNITCHIN is still the neighborhood law.

We got a cultural hijacking of this thing formerly known as Hip-Hop, it is being used to sell to us what we created, pre-packaging our culturalisms so that suburban kids can fulfill their lifelong dreams of kickin' it with the homies and getting street cred from mah niggas.

If you have no values, you have no worth.
Period.

If you have no values, you have no worth.
If you have no worth, it's got to be difficult to imagine anybody else's life having worth or meaning either.

Which makes it incredibly easy to waste your life....

or to take another's.


People say it's about jobs, or education, opportunities, but they are deadededed wrong.

It's about values.
It's about worth.

And until we campaign and message about our values as a community, not a thing will improve.

So long as it's perfectly normal for a Black boy or a Black girl to grow up without a father, nothing will get better.

So long as it's competely "natural" for a Black boy to be MURDERED by another Black boy and there is no tangible sense of outrage and intolerance, understand that it will continue... it's not even the summer yet.

And..... so long as these retarded crack baby offspring continue to have babies of their own..... things.... will.... get.... much..... worse.


Train your people.
Train every one of them.
Start today.

I Am In LOVE!

Very rarely these days do I write about happy things.

It's always the white man this, the gubment this, retarded crack baby rapper this, etc.

And I realize this. I realize that, as readers, it's got to be a bit of a burden to open my blog and get HIT with the wave after wave of fury that I often unleash.
So today....... good news I say.

I would like to take this moment to publicly state that I am in love.

I am happy.
I am satisfied and content and joy filled.
The Brotha is in LOVE people!


The source for my happiness, my newfound joy, the unending fount of love that flows from within me... is none other than Jack In The Box Restaurants, Inc.




For Jack, dear Jack, he has connected me with my one true love.

The Andes Mint Shake.


Vanilla ice cream
Mint
Andes candy chunks
Whipped cream
And a cherry.

There was a time when I was eating properly.
I would spend hours upon hours per night in the gym.
Getting stronger. Faster.
Those days are over.


The Andes Mint Shake from Jack In The Box is that damn good.

So ladies.... I'm still available. Just know that I am on a path to become the male equivalent of a BBW (a BBM?). Be aware that I am having one of these milkshakes everyday without exception until they no longer sell them.

Then I will quit my job, get a job at Jack In The Box, work my way up to Assistant Manager, then Manager, THEN possibly District or Regional Manager.

At this point I'll be in a position of trust, I'll be visiting the corporate offices on a quarterly basis. I'll be the token Black guy. "He speaks so well!"

The Barack Osama of JITB.

At this point I'll be allowed to come and go with less restriction.

And then.... then my friends.... I will hack into the corporate database, find the recipe for the Andes Mint Shake, commit it to memory, pull the fire alarm and then RUN LIKE HELL never to be heard from again.

It's that damn good.

Have one today.

When Injured: A Guide To Getting What You Want

As often happens, I have a lot to say, and this is one of the few times that I will allow myself to take as many words to say it as I need. The last week for me have been interesting, to say the very least. Now that things are at their end (or beginning) I've taken some time to reflect upon what I have learned.


There are two types of people in this world.

There are "God" people and "shit" people.
Some of you I may have shared this with before.

Some people, when frightened, scared, hurt, mad, sad... some people call upon God. The Creator, The Sustainer. The Giver and Taker of Life.

Some people call upon shit.

Example... During the infamous 9/11 videotapes from NYC, witnesses can be heard shouting:

"Oh my God!"
or
"Holy shit!"

And whether you like it or not, you can judge, measure, predict a person based upon this very test. It's 100 percent accurate.
I learned a long time ago that I am a "God" person and I remain thankful for this.

Even better among the "God" people are those who are Conscious of God. Beyond the reflex action, the calling out in terror. Those who bring God to mind and remain humble and thankful, even when things don't go their way. Those who do not lose their Self in moments of panic, terror or fear.

More on this later.

I hate Valentine's Day. It's official. I have had two rotten ones in a row. But this isn't the point.

Just like there are the God people and the shit people, you can measure an individual by another test.

When Injured.


ANYBODY can be nice and sweet and kind and humble and say nice things when things are going well. When you're on top of the world, when nothing can top you or stop you, it's very easy to behave.

"How you doing today, Brotha?"
"Man, I'm Blessed, I'm Blessed."

What happens when things don't go your way?
What happens when you get your feelings hurt?
What happens when somebody lets you down?
What happens when somebody disrespects you?
What happens when you hit traffic and you're already late to work?
What happens when you don't get what you want?

Still Blessed?

I remember... and only one person living knows about this.... I remember sitting in a car, after stopping at not one but two florists to make sure I had the perfect bouquets of flowers. I drove and drove for miles and miles to meet this girl for dinner. I had taken off work early (and if you know me, you know that's incredible on its own) and I had visions of everything just going perfectly.

I called when I got into town, but she didn't answer. No problem, I got music.
One CD turned into another.
An hour turned into two hours. Calling, paging, texting..... nothing.

When you don't know what's going on, it gets complicated leaving voicemails again and again and again, cuz what you want to say is, "Look, dammit! I've been waiting for you for 3 goddamned hours and you better pick up your phone and tell me something!"

But you can't do that.... because then she'll call back and say, "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, my grandmother came to visit and she collapsed and I had to give her the Heimlich maneuver and CPR and the CLEAR! thing, she's in the hospital, she's okay now, but in all the confusion I guess I left my cell phone on the table. Did you leave me a message?"

And then you're the worst person that God ever Created.

But after waiting for 3 hours, and having every scenario played out in my head, I came to the conclusion that this girl was either the biggest flake in the world, or that something was seriously wrong.

What surprised me was the voice in my head...

"Which would you prefer?"

Scary question when you think about it.

If she's okay.... that means you're the biggest retard on Earth. You're here, and she's not thinking about you. Even worse, she doesn't even respect you enough to tell you she's changed her mind.

If she's not okay, if something bad has happened... How can you justify all of the negative thoughts going through your head? How you planned to tell her about herself, to make her realized that she was going to regret this night for the rest of her life.... You already have the words picked out don't you?

So which do you want?
You want her to be hurt, but that means everything is still all good between you two...?
Or... she's fine, and you're the biggest loser ever.

I sat and I squirmed and I stalled and I screamed.
But finally I admitted... I'd prefer for her to be okay.
Even though it represented the end of "us"
I want her to be okay, inconsiderate but healthy.

Of course, after a long drive home, and calling a few hospitals, I got the next message... "My bad, I didn't hear my phone" or something like that.
Both an incredible relief and massive disappointment.

And about the only positive thing I could take after asking God, "Lord, why did this happen to me?" was that I had learned more about myself, and I was really pleased with myself for staying me.


In the last week, I have terminated a job and a relationship. Both were supposed to help Get me What I Want. Neither was.

I am today, 6 days from turning 30. At 25 I was nervous. 26, 27, anxious.... But something happened to me along the way.

I have never been more optimistic.
I expect to Get What I Want.

I expect success. I expect good things, and I believe that I am deserving ENTITLED to the very best.
I have lost friends and lost jobs and lost loves.... but I have never been closer to having everything that I have ever wanted than I am right now this very second.

The only thing standing in the way.... is me.
I have to make some changes.
I have to make some tough decisions.



But I am worth it.

Why I don't read your blog

You blog too much.
And I can't keep up.
I'm not your typical perfectionist, not at all, but I am a perfectionist nonetheless.
I can't stand feeling behind in anything.
Logging onto the Myspace and seeing 2, 3, sometimes 4 unread blogs from the same person is tiring.
It makes me feel defeated. Unaccomplished. Like I'm behind in something...
I feel like I have unfinished work when I see a long, long line of

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Or... perhaps you blog less frequently. Perhaps you merely blog about nothing.
Not that I will place an inherent value on your blogs.
But still. Some people should keep a journal. Not all poetry is good poetry.
Not all of your thoughts are 'deep'
Not all of your issues are meaningful.

I write this with a smile. I subscribe to less because I can keep up with fewer.
If you got a conversation of value going on, by all means let me know.

Who's The MASTER?????

Now.... some people would say that the only reason I am blogging now is because Jamese did. Some people might think that for some reason, the fact that she beat me to the First Blog of 2007 would in some way, somehow, make me have to get up on my blog game.

Some people would go as far as to say that because of this, I would go as far as to post a blog about nothing, just to stay in the game. I mean, literally, sitting at work, with my inbox overflowing with tasks awaiting, emails to return, voicemails to listen to, interviews to schedule.... yet for some reason these "people" think that I would have some need to "Blog" just cause she did.

I'm too dang predictable.

I really, truly have had a blog in mind but have not had the presence of mind to follow through on it. It's a can of worms. It will cause controversy, trauma, and grief. Even if within my small Myspace community.

But I'm not going there today. Can't go there today.
I got an interviewee walking in in 5 minutes.

So instead, I blog about nothing.
Which reminds me of Seinfeld.
Which reminds me of Kramer.
Which reminds me of Isaiah Washington.
Which reminds me that it's one million times worse to insult a faggot than a nigger.
Which reminds me of why I never released the podcast I did last year.

Anyways.... today is the first day of the Master Cleanse for me. This will be my second time doing it. Last time I did 12 days, and this time I'm going for 21.

There are no surprises this time. I know that the only things I will be battling are my desires. Last time... damn KFC commercials starting playing tricks with my mind and I swore that nothing in life would make me happier than eating about eleventy of their mashed potato, gravy, cheesey chicken bowls.

What's different now?

First- I don't watch TV. None. So all those darn commercials are going to miss me.

Second- My work day starts at 9am and ends around 10pm. To quote my personal hero, Mr T...

"I ain't got time for no jibba jabba!"

Third, and most exciting is the fact that I have company on this fast. You know her as the co-host of Gamers. The star of such films as Kickitathon '06 and Panic at the Roller Rink.

She represents for the EAT SIDE.

JLA is doing it with me.

She thinks she's only doing a week,
but I sense a 14 day adventure at least.