Please buy American, Seriously

People, more than ever before, we need to boost the American economy by buying American, from household products to cars...especially cars. With bankruptcy looming at General Motors and Chrysler LLC, both troubled automakers have announced new moves to try and avoid that fate. But even if the companies are able to stay out of bankruptcy in the near-term, several experts believe it may be too little too late to save both companies for the long-haul.
GM proposed Monday to cut more brands, plants and workers, and eliminate $44 billion in debt and other obligations by issuing a sizeable amount of additional stock to pay off creditors, the government and union trust funds. The company is hoping to reach an agreement with those three parties on this new plan by the end of May or it could be forced into bankruptcy. America cannot afford to lose these icons of the international auto industry especially since the majority of immigrants in the U.S. don't care to buy American cars.

New York Goes to Work

Did you vote for what type of job Tiffany "New York" Pollard should have on her upcoming reality show, "New York Goes to Work"? I did. I voted that she should be a mortician because if she can make up a dead person's face like she does hers, I know plenty of sinful people that would pay in advance to not be recognized at the pearly gates and slip right on by.

Reality TV and Me.

I thought that after Saaphyri left, "Flavor of Love", she went to Charm School? For what!!!??? This chick is as uncouth, unsophisticated and untalented as a potato sack of dusty yams. Like the other 99.9% of the individuals that have found fame on VH1 and many other networks. They get money, fame and v.i.p. invitations to some of the hottest parties in the country while I sit on the side of my bed in my underwear and dress shoes watching them and striking my television set in anger because my "fame train" left me behind. People, WHAT HAPPENED TO TALENT? Usually, the general populous of people watching this type of dysfunctional television are attracted to these shows because of hot, half naked bodies and beautiful faces, but in all honesty, I have yet to see anyone considered centerfold worthy. But while we are on the subject, I am submitting an application to ABC for next seasons, "The Bachelor". Isn't it time for some African American representation besides the token "black" who is usually voted off in the first three shows? Truth be told, the only reason they last that long is because if he/ she is voted off the first week, too many eyebrows would be raised (LOL...but true). These show are way toooo much. I say throw all the contestants and producers in a padded cell with Richard Simmons and toss away the key.

Swine Flu (Must Read!)

In light of recent events concerning the Swine Flu, effective immediately, the following rules will apply when approaching my cubicle until further notice:

1. Please knock and stand at cube opening until I put on my surgical mask. Still, you are not to proceed past this point! No exceptions. Violation of rule #1 will result in you being kicked "Samurai style" into the adjacent cubicle.

2. Do not bring me any candy, cookies or chips that have been opened. Violation of this rule will lead me to believe that goods have been intentionally tainted and that you are trying to kill me. This action will result in me forcing the goods to a place where they would end up had you digested them.

3. Do not cough, sneeze or laugh in my cubicle. Violation will result in you being beat down with my telephone handset and then your forehead anointed with hand sanitizer.

4. Only in extreme cases of disease outbreak has the ancient African practice of "Dywydh" been used. Father Olu Wutonge' of the Mugambo tribe has instructed me on this practice. I am to ask you within 10 feet of approaching my cube to place my palms in the direction of the individual approaching and scream, D.y.w.y.d.h.! This is an acronym for, "Did you wash yo damn hands?" Answering "no" will result in me using my blowgun to shoot a dart laced with mixture of amoxicillin and 151 rum directly in your jugular.

5. Any saliva seen coming from your mouth while talking will result in immediate counter-action of your face being sprayed with Lysol.

6. If you are one of those individuals that are notorious for not washing your hands after using the restroom, when you approach my cubicle, trap doors have been installed that will open beneath your feet and you will plummet to the basement where a representative from the CDC has been instructed to kick you senseless, quarantine you, then take your picture and post it in the local office with the caption, "pee carrier" beneath it.

7. If through some unfortunate event you deem it necessary to use my phone, pen, stapler, computer, chair, or any other object that requires you to touch it, take it with you! Violation of this rule will result of those same objects being violently hurled at you if you don't.

8. The use of words like, "nausea", "fever", "sore throat", etc. will make you considered a risk to not only National Security but my health as well. At this point, my vigilante survivor skills automatically go to "code red". My side eye effect will be no match for the the masked men that will be waiting in your car at the end of the workday. Anonymity is obligatory.

9. If by some rare chance, you walk up on me and I don't see you, a spider money in a nurses uniform is hidden in my desk and has been expertly trained will jump out, wrap itself around your neck and aggressively douse you with powered lye. At this point you may proceed with the business at hand. The stealing jewelry part, he taught himself.


10. Today is a free day. Any item that you may have left or that I may have borrowed within the past two weeks, you may come and claim now! They have been burned and are sitting in the hall.

WYLD STYLZ

Jennifer Holliday Can Still Do It!

At a recent Jennifer Hudson concert, she invited her "Idol", the original Dreamgirl, Jennifer Holliday on stage to again belt out their duet rendition of......well you know the rest. But I tell you one thing, the old girl must have has a few meetings with her vocal coach becasue she was on point. Check it out:

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Mike Tyson Movie

I saw the trailer for the upcoming Mike Tyson Movie/ Documentary and it looks like it's going to be real good. He even breaks his silence about his relationship with slimeball, Don King. I am sure to suppoprt it. www.tyson-film.com

Mike looking like he living off those "all you can eat buffets" though.

POEM OF THE DAY - "Doves"

I recently learned that one of my high school classmates, Karla Beverly of Baton Rouge, La. lost her mother last week. I want to dedicate the poem of the day, today to Karla and the Beverly family as well as my condolences. From myself and the Southern University Laboratory High School class of 1986, may God bless and keep you all in His loving arms during this difficult time.


Doves

One day that time will come, my friends, that I’ll need to
go away,
no arrangements made for my return, for I am going away
to stay.

Cry not for me, I say, my friends, for I am still with you,
see
and one day when your time has come, you’ll take your
flight with me.

I have not gold nor silver, precious gems or diamond rings
but I wouldn’t trade a thing on earth for my brand-new set
of wings.

Cry not for me, I say, thought my flight has just begun,
I’m bound for my heavenly destination beyond the setting
sun.
Don’t try to remember my smile or how much I’d always
sing
because there my smile is brighter and my songs can
loudly ring.

Cry not for me, I say, my friends, when I fly away from
thee,
for now my light can shine forever and my spirit can be set
free.

If you look to God long enough, He’ll make you able to
see
a host of heavenly doves and one of them is me.

I’ll be the one in front, doing all sorts of things
with your spirit in my soul and your wind beneath my
wings.

Flying though the gates of Heaven, I look back one last
time
at my old mortal home of sickness, hatred, poverty and
crime.

As the gates reopen, a new host is coming through
I’m hoping, praying, waiting that one of them is you.

There’s no need to be afraid, just pray with all your might
then spread your wings and start to fly but focus on the
light.

The Father is there to welcome you because He knows the
road was hard.
“A job well done, my child, I give you Heaven as your
reward.”

WYLD STYLZ

Is it Just Me?

I am sure that by now, ALL of world has seen the video footage of "Britain's Got Talent" contestant Susan Boyle wow the judges and an audience singing, "I Dreamed A Dream". Some people were blown away by her vocal abilities and through that, she has become an overnight sensation. While I don't think that so many people really felt that her vocals were extremely outstanding or unique, I believe that she was thrust into the limelight now because many did not expect a common looking individual to possess an instrument as beautiful as hers. Hence, image is not everything. Again, I was not blown away. To me, she was good, but sounded like any other woman you can hear in a Presbyterian church during Sunday service. Nothing out of the norm. What was out of the norm though, was the fact that in an industry ruled by image, sexuality and youth, a 48 year old woman who looks more like a elementary school secretary can bring an audience to its feet and people to tears. I wish the American music industry and American record buying public would take note of this and judge people for their natural talents and real music as opposed to how much they can sing/ rap about ass, money and drugs and realize that pimping children to record companies really isn't cool. So many young artist today, have little realization of what life is about when dealing with million dollar contracts and many adults who are equivalent to pedophiles when it comes to using them for material gain. I remember as a child, music artists (Marvin Gaye, Aretha Frankiln, etc) were adults who set the standard as artist for the generations to follow. They paved the way with social consciousness, class and professionalism. These days, you can't expect an 18 year old R&B artist to do nothing more than whimper under 2 or 3 pre-laid vocal tracks until he sounds like Michael Jackson and to a chorus that was written 30 years ago anyway, to produce good music! So anyway, it was a good thing that Susan Boyle graced us with the realization that age and image should not be a factor when talent is considered. Hell, this is main reason, I stopped watching, "American Idol" anyway, because there is no reason in hell that Sanjaya Malakar should have hit anybodys stage before me. I'm just saying.

Beyonce' Satire....So funny!

When I first saw this, I laughed until it hurt. I knew right off the top that it wasn't Beyonce's actual voice, but it reminded me so much of an "American Idol" audition gone bad. Enjoy.

Please Help Mama

You know when I said that I wasn't posting until later this weekend? Well, I lied. You know a few weeks back when I said that I would be careful of what I posted in an attempt to keep it positive? Well, I still am, but I just had to garnish your plate with this morsel before I left for the day. Question: " Does your mother have that one friend that just does not get the fact that she is over 50 and that there is a state of consciousness called, "age appropriateness"? Well, evidently a certain rap artist has a mother who just doesn't quite get it. Here she is in all her glory. Can you tell me who her rap/ producer son is? (Check out the expressions on the faces of the ladies in the background.)

POEM OF THE DAY - "Sexual Division" (Expose)

This poem was written a few years back when I learned of the dealings of a friend who was leading a lifestyle people called "whorish". Today we call it "promiscuous". Either way, I think many of us have dealt with it in one way or another and would always second guess our escapades if we didn't feel quite comfortable after it was over. Enjoy

Sensual Division (Exposé)

Stand at love’s door
and knock
but beware if lust answers
with its icy blue face and candy red lips
sporting a look of death.
Welcoming you in to sit and
comfort you with warm hands
that soothe your lonesome spirit,
nurture your weakness
and minister to your manhood.

It bolts the door to life and
makes you its hostage.
It causes your senses to tingle
with the effervescence of promiscuity,
and your mind to play in harm’s way
and your nature to rise.

Urging you to become its
loyal servant
while love, the fool
watches from the open window.

The swiftness of lust proves king.
Love, the fool, too slow,
leaving you with no time to wait.
The wrath of lust’s power
drenches the wholeness from you
like the life from flowers.
Blowing its cool breath in your lungs,
its icy grim of reality from your memory
then leaving you in bed
alone
as love watches from the open window
not allowed to inhibit
your fantasy
that came to you like bees to a hive
and caused chaos to your very aura.

The inexplicable sensuality has
grasped your heart with a tight hold
killing love
and bringing misery to your
very existence
while love comforts
your essential self as it cries
from the other side of the open window.

WYLD STYLZ

Hey Everybody!

Don't count me out just yet. I have been mad busy and when I post, I want to give you 100% of my positive time and energy. So I will be posting between now and Sunday evening but until then, I give you the poem of the day.

Well, Well, Wells Fargo

Looks like my mortgage company is using my money wisely (still screwing me, though).
http://www.reuters.com/article/topNews/idUSTRE5382Q820090409?feedType=RSS&feedName=topNews