Wednesday, August 29, 2007


I am sick of magazines writing about Lil Wayne as if he is the second coming of Christ for music. Besides his unique voice not much jumps off the board for me. What has he truly talked about that is so revolutionary???? Exactly nothing. GQ did a spread on him and basically put him in the league of Jay-Z now that is blasphemy after all Jay-Z writes his own stuff. Besides try turning a song like Little Orphan Annie's Hard Knock Life into a Ghetto anthem...
I am happy to see Common get his long over due props along with Talib Kweli. Hip Hop still has a way to go I recommend everyone to check out The site has underground artist that have something to say.
Anyway enough is enough.......

I Aint No Punk but I Got My Ass Kicked by a GIRL

Yeah you heard right I got my be-hind handed to me like a side of mash potatoes by a member of the opposite sex.... I can explain this was no ordinary female, she was a borderline amazon... Oh did I mention my beat down took place at my Jujitsu class.
Anyway my instructor ask if I mind sparing and me with all my bravado said naaaah. I was paired with two different gentleman one about my size whom I held my own although he still got the best of me. The second was a former airborne G.I. Joe type and he played with me as if I was the victim in a prison rape scene non the less I did ok not great but ok. Then came Xenas nubian sister, I aint going to lie I thought I had this one in the bag until I realize my head and neck were going into to different direction while my lower half was doing some sort of spastic dance.
I asked her how long she been doing this and she replied three years and with that demon gleam in her eye an inner bitch in me that I did not know I had came out. I literally got beaten from pillar to post, I almost punched her but realize my health care probably would not cover what she could have done to me. Any way my sensei yelled time and I thought thank god this over but noooo he looked at me and said you to again.... Damn!!!! Damn!!! Round two and seven minutes later I was feeling like beat down prostitute. Time!!! Came out of the blue and I laid there saying to myself if he pairs us back up my wife will have one hell of a health insurance payment. He did not and told every one good job. Wonder Woman helped me up and told me I did good for my first time sparring (actually it was my second time but it was four months ago)
I licked my wounds and thought of my little brother laughing at me.
I am not ashame to admit that I did get my tail handed to me but well..... Ok I have nothing to say so laugh but I tell you she was not human.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Man Put Toddler In Dryer:

Yeah you heard right... The sorry devil pictured above admit he did it, I am so ticked I cannot think straight. Here is the story as reported on the website
27-year-old Bobby Lynn Curtis of Lumberton, Texas can't understand what landed him in jail facing what could be a lifetime behind bars.
The Mauriceville native lived in this house in Lumberton with his girlfriend of one year, with her six year old son and her two year old daughter, and their 12 week old baby girl.

"I haven't been the perfect boyfriend to K.C., and with her children, but I've never laid my hands on them ever," said Curtis.

That was until this past Sunday when Curtis' girlfriend was not home, and he was trying to bathe her daughter.

"She don't like to get her hair wet or her face. I pushed the issue of washing her hair and she kept hollering. I kept getting madder and madder," said Curtis.

Curtis told police that's when he took the girl and put her in to a clothes dryer that was already running and hot.

He says he kept her there for about five seconds before taking her out.

Although the girl suffered burns to her arms, Curtis did not initially tell anyone what he did.

Curtis said, "I was too scared to say anything, hoping as young as she was it would be something she'd forget about and not remember."

But the girl remembered, and told her mother the next morning who contacted police.
You know if that was my mom he would be dead and if that child was my niece or my daughter he would be dead or damn near close... Lets just say Pulp Fiction with a broomstick.
I do not get it, honestly... Yeah he apologize but that still does not make it right. Someone should throw him in a cage with a couple of UFC fighters and let them beat the dog snot out of him. Then put him in jail and have someone there on a daily basis beat him... OH for those that want to take pity on him cry me a river. When an adult harms a child in that matter they forfeit any proof that have a sense of humanity and pain is what they should receive.

Playing War

I have just got back from playing weekend warrior for the air force... Yeah you heard right I am attached to the military and I know. It was some "bs"!!!! First it was in Florida at the worst time of the month, second it was a joke and third I got to know what it is like to have your system nearly shut down due to stupidity. Fourth I never went and no one filled me in on what to expect.
Everyone was telling me that it was going to be some Apocalypse Now type stuff and I was hyped and a little nervous. Turns out damn near everyone had cell phones, computers or some sort electronics and we stayed in some hut without ac (oh the humanity) Anyway I spent the first four days learning that no one really cooks they just take some stuff that was packaged like an "mre" (meals ready to eat) and toss it in some hot water while vegetables while still in the can was placed in along side whatever the food that is being heated up at that time.
What killed me was the big war game, they woke us up at 5 am and loaded us on a bus. Dropped us off right down from the huts after circling about twenty times in an attempt to confuse us. Then came the time for us to set up our station and the trick was we had to wear our chemical suits, imagine a five pound parka with a gas mask in 100 degree heat and the kicker is that they wanted us to continue setting up. 45 minutes later we were able to take off the hell suit and I was done. Started to hallucinate and wanted to talk to an Imam that was not there. I went to the tent with ac in order to get my bearings straight but a chaplain assistant was there and man can they chatter. I almost told him I was satanist and was upset that I missed the right of passage ritual for my kids were we bath in goats blood and drink goats seaman mixed with minstrel blood. Instead I dragged my carcass from the table and tried some Gatorade and someone added some sugar "wtf" and then I smelled that stuff they called food... It was all over I ran somewhere private and hurled, right when I was about to go down for the count lightning went shot across the sky and everything went dark. From no where a storm hit, man I thought that I was playing a role in the bible. Anyway that helping hand from the Big Kahuna allowed me some time to get my bearings straight.
My beef is that if we were in the desert and was hit by some chemicals were screwed... The desert has no water and if we were in a contaminated area then we are screwed and setting up a tent is not going to help because we can not use it. 45 minutes we would be praying for some higher power to end the suffering.
After the day was over and spending practically a week in heat they put us up in air conditioning tents that threw my core temp off. I got sick and here I am still spitting out phlegm.
Damn.... I could have been home doing something constructive with my life...

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Where Are The Heroes????

Batman, Superman & Spider Man we know the names and faces as the icons of the comic book world. I enjoy reading comics but the lack of someone that looks like me or any other person of color is obvious.
I believe this is an important subject because it plays on a kid when the only entity of their child hood fantasy does not look like them.
One person that has been overlook during black month is Orrin. C. Evans (1902-1971). He created the first Black Comic book with real black characters. In 1947 he formed a partnership to publish a Black comic which included Harry T. Saylor, his friend Bill Driscoll. Orrin was determined that the book book will not be a some minstrel show and maintain educational standards. He co-created the features in the comic along with the artists who included his brother, George J Evans Jr, two other Philadelphia cartoonists, one of whom was John Terrill, the other named Cooper, and a Baltimore artist who signed his work Cravat.
Some of the characters were Ace Harlem a hard nose detective and Lion Man a young scientist, sent by the United Nations to watch over the fearsome ‘magic mountain’ of the African Gold Coast.
Unfortunately the book was short live.
There were Black super heroes that came afterwards such as the Black Panther and Power Man but they were created by white artist. There is nothing wrong with them and I push my kids towards them.
It was not until 1993 that another attempt at Black ownership of a super hero universe was attempted again. Milestone Media which comprise of Dwayne McDuffie, Denys Cowan, Michael Davis and Derek T. Dingle.
Some of the characters were:
Icon - a story of Augustus Freeman IV, an alien who had crash-landed into slavery in 1839 and grown up to become a Booker T. Washington conservative type until 15-year-old Raquel Ervin convinced him to become Icon, a super-hero to inspire people, with herself, Rocket, as his sidekick.

Blood Syndicate - A super-powered street gang with a realistic look at the gang experience. The series featured the death of one character early on, a crack-addicted member and another member trying to hide his sexual orientation from the others.

Hardware - A young genius whose corporate father-figure, Edwin Alva, turned out not only to have no respect for him, but to be a major criminal. Curtis Metcalf built himself a suit of armor and, acting as the vigilante Hardware, use it to take revenge on his creator. He would eventually join with Alva, and take over his position, finding himself struggling not just with personal ethics but business ethics as well.

Static - A 15-year-old Virgil Hawkins, who had gained electrical powers at the Big Bang. Static dealt with a crush on his best friend Frieda and another friend running guns. Later the charcter was turn into a cartoon.

Sadly the Milestone Media nixed the comic book world in 1997 due to lack of support... Now the company is primarily a licensing company, focusing on its television property.

Interestingly enough while watching JUSTICE LEAGUE UNLIMITED I notice that Wonder Woman seemed dare I say "ethnic" and to my surprise and glee Dwayne McDuffie was the producer/writer and to make me even more ecstatic his character Static won an Emmy and Humanitas Prize winning animated series Static Shock.
I have no problems with the current mainstream superheroes, I am a comic book geek and I am still called Batman by folks that remeber me running around with a towe tied around my neck. I feel the comic book universe still has away to go before they can have an honest representation of the vast human spectrum. I am not asking for a constant barrage of political stories just seeing someone with a tint saving the world would be nice and PARENTS support these characters before they disappear.

Friday, August 03, 2007

An Anarchist Cook Book - Chocolate Pecan Pie

4 ounces semisweet chocolate
1 cup chocolate chips
2 tablespoons margarine, melted
3 eggs
1/2 cup sugar
1 cup corn syrup (light or dark)
2 cups pecan pieces or 1 1/4 cups pecan halves
1 unbaked 9-inch pie shell, homemade or frozen

Preheat oven to 325 degrees.
In a double boiler melt chocolate and margarine. Let cool slightly. Beat eggs lightly in medium bowl. Add sugar, corn syrup & chocolate mixture; stir until well blended. Mix in pecans.
Set pie shell on heavy-duty baking sheet pan and pour in filling. Bake 50 to 55 minutes, until knife inserted midway between center and rim comes out clean. I usually turn the oven off at the 35 minute mark and leave the pie in the oven for the remaining time.
Cool pie to room temperature before cutting.