Both of these news stories referenced sent me through the conniption fit cycle:
A seven-year old girl was subjected to cruel and unusual punishment when a Milwaukee school teacher whacked one of her braids during class. Agitated by the student’s incessant twirling of her beaded mane, the teacher popped off, ‘Now what you gonna go home and tell your momma?’ after applying scissors to the first grader’s head.
It’s incomprehensible how this imitator educator has suffered no further disciplinary action than a measly $175 disorderly conduct fine. No way was this a cosmetology class but had it been, Queen Bama deserved to be snatched bald.
What’s in the student’s head counts more than the hair that resides on it or so I thought.
Get the full story at http://www.kcci.com/education/21973453/detail.html
Of all NBA Hall of Shamers, it was Ron Artest, another married athlete who espouses spreading the penile wealth, racing to Tiger’s role model rescue. This is the same roughneck suspended 73 games from league play after diving into the stands to accost an unruly fan. The same cocky jock who admitted dashing to a Chicago liquor store to satisfy urges for Hennessey at half-time. King Bama’s fans may be quick to pin his ghettolicious ignorance on bi-polar disorder but big bank cannot buy a throwback thug change nor more than it can buy an adulterer trust.
An excerpt of the Artest letter to Tiger appears on the Huffington Post: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/12/16/ron-artests-letter-to-tig_n_395115.html
Friday, December 18, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
When Infidelity Hits the Hood
While What-A-Burger’s been giving away freebies in its 12 days of Christmas countdown, the N.Y. Post’s front page has been riding Tiger’s tail with 17 days of non-stop sexcapades coverage. If your news nose has sniffed every whiff of Mr. Privacy’s privates, you might’ve missed the sinister scheme one queen “b” devised when she learned her man was sampling another’s honey. Reported in the N.Y. Post over a week ago, here’s how it went down.
Armed with an electronic gadget designed to transmit fictitious Caller-IDs, Kisha Jones, 38, phoned her husband’s pregnant “cuddy buddy” and instructed her to pick up a prescription. Instead of the medication she expected, “the other woman” was dispensed Cytotec, an abortion-inducing drug at a pharmacy she rarely frequents. According to authorities, a resourceful Jones pulled this off by mimicking the medical office’s Caller-ID and five-fingering a physician’s Rx pad. If wifey’s desperate act hasn’t registered an “oh, that’s cold” reaction, wait, it gets nippier.
Impersonating the mistress, the Brooklyn resident then called the hospital to ask if the newborn (yes, he survived) could be fed breast milk she’d allegedly pumped at home. When an unidentified man arrived with two bottles of a substance that looked nothing like breast milk, suspicion swirled and the Po Po(s) were summoned.
The new mother and nursing student claims she’d dated Mr. Jones for three years and had no idea his left hand was ringed. We may never how Mrs. Jones came up with this pharmaceutical caper but we do know the drug Mr. Jones used to render his cuddy buddy comatose of common sense. Too bad a list of potential side effects doesn't accompany the appendage.
Armed with an electronic gadget designed to transmit fictitious Caller-IDs, Kisha Jones, 38, phoned her husband’s pregnant “cuddy buddy” and instructed her to pick up a prescription. Instead of the medication she expected, “the other woman” was dispensed Cytotec, an abortion-inducing drug at a pharmacy she rarely frequents. According to authorities, a resourceful Jones pulled this off by mimicking the medical office’s Caller-ID and five-fingering a physician’s Rx pad. If wifey’s desperate act hasn’t registered an “oh, that’s cold” reaction, wait, it gets nippier.
Impersonating the mistress, the Brooklyn resident then called the hospital to ask if the newborn (yes, he survived) could be fed breast milk she’d allegedly pumped at home. When an unidentified man arrived with two bottles of a substance that looked nothing like breast milk, suspicion swirled and the Po Po(s) were summoned.
The new mother and nursing student claims she’d dated Mr. Jones for three years and had no idea his left hand was ringed. We may never how Mrs. Jones came up with this pharmaceutical caper but we do know the drug Mr. Jones used to render his cuddy buddy comatose of common sense. Too bad a list of potential side effects doesn't accompany the appendage.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Change Comes to Houston
Twice in my lifetime, I’ve witnessed political spirit steeled in change shatter a ceiling that once favored good old boys: first, in an African-American’s election to the U.S. presidency and now with Houston’s 50th and first openly lesbian mayor-elect Annise Parker. Finally, the nation’s 4th largest city can retire its country-cosmo combo image and revel in a mayoral distinction no other major metropolis claims. Eat your hearts out, New York, San Francisco and most of all, Dallas.
Victory surfaced in Twitter tweets early Saturday evening; however, the runoff’s slim turnout came straight from a mixed message bag: either shedding bigotry’s pimpled skin was vocalized in the city’s best interest or political preference for white over black prevailed as status quo. Houston’s 25% African-American population failed to seal the deal for Gene Locke and given his alignment with anti-gay forces , a vote for the former city attorney came eerily close to a hate endorsement.
Yet historically monumental, Parker’s achievement hardly suggests the emergence of a post-sexual south. Enter gay marriage and the campaign’s high note fails to strike a dramatic chord in attitudinal shifts. Even with Houston’s victory, Texas’ blood still beats red in political ideological where religious tenets conveniently fuel ignorance to the legality of social parity. As recently as 2003, the last of the anti-sodomy laws were yanked from the books so homophobes rest assured, gay marriage won’t automatically advance just because a lesbian is mayor.
Though well credentialed, Parker didn’t win the keys to the city without playing it smart and shoving a gay agenda down the straight majority’s throat will only invite political suicide. Should local gays and lesbians foster any quid pro quo expectations now that one of their own is in, they’re certain to be as disappointed as they’ve been by Obama. If anything is to be gained from the Civil Rights Movement, gays and lesbians must understand that baby steps precede full strides. Change has come to Houston but giant leaps rarely occur overnight.
Victory surfaced in Twitter tweets early Saturday evening; however, the runoff’s slim turnout came straight from a mixed message bag: either shedding bigotry’s pimpled skin was vocalized in the city’s best interest or political preference for white over black prevailed as status quo. Houston’s 25% African-American population failed to seal the deal for Gene Locke and given his alignment with anti-gay forces , a vote for the former city attorney came eerily close to a hate endorsement.
Yet historically monumental, Parker’s achievement hardly suggests the emergence of a post-sexual south. Enter gay marriage and the campaign’s high note fails to strike a dramatic chord in attitudinal shifts. Even with Houston’s victory, Texas’ blood still beats red in political ideological where religious tenets conveniently fuel ignorance to the legality of social parity. As recently as 2003, the last of the anti-sodomy laws were yanked from the books so homophobes rest assured, gay marriage won’t automatically advance just because a lesbian is mayor.
Though well credentialed, Parker didn’t win the keys to the city without playing it smart and shoving a gay agenda down the straight majority’s throat will only invite political suicide. Should local gays and lesbians foster any quid pro quo expectations now that one of their own is in, they’re certain to be as disappointed as they’ve been by Obama. If anything is to be gained from the Civil Rights Movement, gays and lesbians must understand that baby steps precede full strides. Change has come to Houston but giant leaps rarely occur overnight.
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