A Few Off the Cuff Thoughts

We've reached 2000 casualties in Iraq. That is two thousand men and women who should still be here. Families who should not be mourning the lost of their loved one. There are children who will never experience being tucked into bed by their father, or will never receive the warm embrace from their mother. It's tragic. It's clear, that this war is/was based on bullshit. Everyone knows this war is bogus, and those who won't admit it, won't because of their blindless support for the current administration. Not only are 2000 soldiers dead, but over 15,000 have come home missing limbs or seriously maimed. Their lives will never be the same either. I am only speaking of U.S. casualties, but it has been reported that over 200000 Iraqis have been killed during our occupation. Those deaths have been a result of both our military operations and of the so-called insurgency. No wonder they hate us. Bush/Cheney have blood on their hands. The Democrats who voted in support of the war are spineless. Its sad.

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I am hoping that Karl Rove and Scooter Libby are indicted for something on Friday. Think about it, millions were spent investigating the Clintons, only to come up with Bill was getting some head in the White House. What guy would not have lied about that? A special investigator is investigating the outing of CIA agent Valerie Plume. It appears that her cover was blown while someone in the White House was attempting to discredit her husband for citing lies about Iraq attempting to get nuclear weapons. Anyway, it looks like Cheney got it all started and now Rove and Libby appear to be about to get indicted. Its only right if they are. It would go to show that the powers to be, were so hellbent on going to war that it would do anything, including snitch on one of our own.

Why did I let myself get pimped again for the second time in two weeks. This time by a lil Korean chick. I took some clothes to the cleaners trying to get my discount on, $10 dollars off when you deliver $30 worth of clothes. So I stroll up in the cleaners with my garment bag and tell the chick, let me know when I have given you thirty dollars worth of items, and she like ok sir. So I start taking clothes out, looking at her, taking out clothes, and looking at her. By now, I am almost at the bottom of the bag, yet, she aint said sheet yet, so I go ahead and get like the last two shirts out and she is like ok sir, that is enough. I'm like cool, holla at you tomorrow. Why when I arrived to pick up my clothes today, I looked at my receipt to determine I gave that broad $45 worth of clothes. Damn her!

I was chilling with a good friend of mines earlier this week and we got to discussing her two year old son. He is a big two year old, bout 5'1 150, could probably be the starting center for the Memphis Grizzlies in a year or two. When he turned one, she was telling me how she was having a hard time trying to wean him from being nursed. Hey, I don't know how we got on the subject. So here we are having a conversation and the little man became a topic of discussion. I was teasing when I asked her if she finally got him off of nursing. She could not help but break out laughing when I asked, admitting that when she walks in the door from work, little man attacks her like a mugger snatching a purse. Somebody help the sista out.

Sheryl Swoopes has come out of the closet. Did I suspect anything, naw not really. Heck, I did not even know she had gotten a divorce. I think I blogged on this subject a while back, I could care less what grown folk do in the privacy of their bedroom. I am though interested in the phenomena of the cute girl liking the chick that looks like a dude. Doesn't it mean that the cute chick likes dudes? Look at Sheryl's girl of guy or whatever..........

I've got a few words for my Mayor, Dr. W.W. Herenton. You know I am thankful for having the opportunity to serve under your previous administration. Mr. Mayor, with all due respect, take a cue from Bush. You can't put your homies, or those who sucked up major during your campaigns in key positions. It a recipe for disaster. Give those busters a job where they cant funk shit up. Now the City finds itself 25 million in the hole, and the City has to hit up the last of its reserves. That's bs. It's true that there are other cities struggling financially these days, so all of the blame may not fall upon some of your employees. Nonetheless, you know, you have some bs on your staff. Drop those fools before the City drops you. For real......

I knew the Supreme Court Nominee Harriet Miers would withdraw or not get past the Senate. I have always suspected it was a big set up. Bush offered her up as an opportunity for the Spineless Democrat to take not knowing where she stood on the issues. Now, I truly suspect, Bush will nominate a straight up hard core ultra right wing conservative. I would not be surprised if he selected another white male. Let me just say this, as delicately as I can. There are enough WASP'S on the Supreme Court, especially those who think like Scalia, including uncle Thomas. Another one on the Court would mean the end to alot of things necessary to the little people. The right is hell bent on ending a woman's right to choose. Leave it alone. I am gonna close like this. If Jim Bob, a staunch anti-abortionist, had a daughter named Jill. And Jill was dating a black dude named Tyrone, or even worst, was raped by a black dude named Tyrone, and became pregnant. You can not tell me, that that man would not be at the nearest Planned Parenthood, or personal physician trying to get his child an abortion. So lets just be real here, let a woman decide to do what she wants to do with her own body.

Mrs. Rosa Parks

Mrs. Rosa Parks passed today at the age of 92. She was, as the headlines read, "A civil rights pioneer". Personally, I see her as one of the last of the old school participants in the civil rights struggle. She kind of set off the movement in Montgomery, Alabama. Her refusal to get up and move from her seat, lead to the bus boycott in that City, initiated by Dr. King. You know the rest of the story. Although the Civil Rights struggle is over, new battles on all fronts of life in this country exist. Who will be the next Rosa Parks?

I got Robbed.....in a sense....

Wow what a week! I have to say I had a somewhat nerve wrecking week. A lot of my stress came from participating in the Advanced Moot Court Competition at the law school. The competition pits law students against each other, and judged as well by law students. It's funny because, the judges are classmates that you have either kicked it socially, or have talked shit about it class. So its somewhat awkward as you sit before them arguing, cause you want to either laugh at them or scowl at them as they shoot questions at you.

Either way, I jumped into the competition solo. I decided not to recruit a classmate to be my partner, I guess because of the possibility that one would say, be your partner, hell naw! So I was designated a partner from amongst the list of solo participants. Luck of the draw. Well my partner turned out to be a chick from Chattanooga, TN, whom I'd never seen in the law school before. Upon meeting she told me straight up, I'm no good at this, to which I replied, aw girl, its not that bad, you will be fine. In the back of my mind I'm thinking........(thought left out). I am no Johnny Cochran at this stage, so how could I hate.

We lasted a total of two rounds without a victory. The first round, I'll admit, I was a little nervous, not because I did not know the case, but because I had not really memorized all of the thoughts I wanted to get out. I hate that, cause I feel like I am rambling when I don't have my thoughts in my brain, tightly organized. I recovered though and finished pretty well. My partner though, when she got up to argue started fairly well, then out of the blue, I could have swore she was about to cry while at the podium. I kinda looked at her, and tried to put on my face one of those, u go girl looks, I dunno know if it worked.

Anyway, the robbery occurred in round two. I just happened to be going up against this cat I ripped during a debate on the war. I had to be tight for this round. The only thing is, since we lost the first one, it meant, we had to argue on the other side. I prepared well, memorized a few key points and was ready to rumble with ole boy. I maintained my kool, and made a pretty good presentation. My partner, was even a lot more confident. My opponent, got up and spent five minutes arguing an issue that was not even an issue in the case, and even the judges were like dude, what the hell you talking bout. Hs partner was tight as hell though, she really kicked ass, and because of that, we lost again. Moot court sucks!!! I admit to being a sore loser, I will cheat to beat a child playing checkers if I had to.

On another note, I don't know why my peeps come to me for advice about relationships. Lord knows I am the last person that needs to be dishing out advice. Issue 1: Conflict of Interest - K, a male is dating J a female. J, is involved with some dude living in another country. K and J, kick it for a while, at all times K is knowing about J's other friend. K meets some of J's female friends while dating her and kind of notices M. K and J mutually cease dating, when J's feeling get caught up. Two years later, K runs into M, who is good friends with J. Can J date M now? I dunno, might be a conflict of interest here. I refrained from giving my boy any advice on this one.

I think I give good counsel to my friends generally, but I find it comical sometimes because, rarely do I ever follow my own good conscious on the same subjects I advise on. It's like, there is a voice in the back of your mind, that guides you on everything you do. It pretty much tells you, hey man, do this, its the right thing to do, or hey fool, what the hell you thinking bout, that shit be wrong. I think when you can adhere to that voice that is advising you on your actions, you may be on your way to a life of good actions. If you find yourself going counter to that voice, you've got some work to do. Where do you fall in the equation?

Million Man Part Duece

I admit, I laid in bed watching C-Span all morning, and afternoon, waiting to be inspired and motivated by one of the speakers at the Million Man March II. I can't say I got that inspiration I was looking for. I was hoping to hear someone with a plan. I heard alot of ideas, but nothing really of substance. I was glad to see some of the speakers challenging those who attended to go back to their communities and get active, do something. I was quite annoyed by all of the speakers on stage shouting black power. I guess those individuals were short on words and had to rely upon those empty words to get a response from the audience. Black power? What the hell is that? How do I get some of it? And what the heck was up with that damn rapper who came on stage trying to flow to his un-edited cd laced with profanity. He promptly apologized and took his ass off stage. Kind of reminded me of Sexual Chocolate on Coming to America. Anyway, I am not hating on the event. It's good to see us doing something, but it is imperative that a plan of attack is established to address the woes of the black community. Unfortunately, I did not see it, at the end of the day, we are back on sqaure one. Don't ask me what do I suggest, I got some ideas, but they are not ready to be unveiled at this time.

My Top Three Issues in Black America 1. Black on Black crime 2. Education 3. Unemployment/Poverty

Since I spent my day in bed, I gotta spend the rest of my night, getting my read on. Till the next time.....Black Power! Syke......

Is It Almost OV?

There have been a whole lot of natural disasters taking place within the past few months, around the globe. Most recent, the massive earthquake in India/Pakistan. At this stage in the rescue operations, the death toll is about 25,000, but the search for bodies has just gotten started. There are floods in Guatemala, that has taken a few thousand lives. We had Katrina basically destroy New Orleans, and I have not yet heard an official body count. All in all, are these signs from God, signalling us that he is about to wrap this thing up? We've all heard that Armeggedon talk before. Is it rapidly aproaching? Do we have time to show God we can do betta if only we can get a second chance? Scary aint it. I know I aint trying to be around when the horn sounds.

Yea, I did kinda get this blog off to a gloomy start, my bad.

I never really commented on the Bush Nominees for the Supreme Court. John Roberts gained confirmation from the Senate. As I knew he would. So I did not even bother stating my disaproval of him. Dude seems a little too damn perfect, I mean he has a helluva resume, but something just ain't right about this cat. Everybody's got a blemish or two for something, some hidden Hustler, "lol not Playboy, Playboy has good articles right?" but Hustler magazines, an illegal immigrant as a nanny, some fixed tickets, something at least. Be it that none of the above was discovered. I prefer judges who can relate to the common people, whose decision's they make ultimately affect. Roberts has pretty much been a government attorney all of his life, he has not per se, fought cause for the people. The other side of the argument supports justices that strictly interpret the constitution, and who interpret the words in it plainly, that would be like Scalia and Thomas. If these fools had their way strictly interpretting the constitution, my azz would be somewhere picking cotton, or taking some lashes from masta. Neither blacks nor white chicks would be voting, (bad example, black folk aint voting anyway) WASP'S males would be running the world into the ground, (damn, another bad example, they already doing that!) I think you get my drift.

Now Bush has nominated his personal attorney, Harriet E. Miers to replace Justice O'Connor's. All I gotta say is that anybody who considers George Bush to be the most brilliant man that they have ever met would automatically be grounds for disqualification. Yea, she said that too. Not to mention, she is kinda scary looking too.

On a lighter note, I am a big fan of the Gap Band from back in the day, my moms got me hooked on them. For those who don't know, Charlie Wilson was the lead singer in that group. His new single has grown on me, but.................why the hell he wait thirty years to go solo? And since he waited so long, now he has to remake his image, to fit today's style. Which means he had to get braids, or cornrows, whatever you want to call them. He looks a mess, I hate it when grandfathers who may have once been kool, try to stay kool. In his next video, I understand he will be sporting a icy white t-shirt, and Timb's.

Memo to Ray J. Dude, give it up. Please. The ride is over.....

It's My Birthday

It's my birthday today!!! Yea yea, feel the joy........ha, yea right, I guess I am not all that excited, probably cause I am so burnt out and all. I remember as a child, a week before, heck naw, a month before my birthday, collecting department store sales, Toy's R'Us in particular, and clippin out all the things I wanted. A brotha was straight excited back then. Now, it just seems like another day. Maybe because school keeps me in a somewhat mellow mode, I dunno, I just aint feeling the fire. Nonetheless, I am thankful for the years I have been given thus far. I have been blessed. I am in a good position in life, in terms of what I am trying to accomplish. I've got a loving family, great, wait, wonderful friends, kool classmates, so I am not complaining one bit. I pray the Lord continues to bless me, cause I still have a lot left to accomplish during my stay on this planet.

Highlights of my Birthday......Classmates surprised me with a cake.....what a surprise....did not see that one coming. I walked in the break room, and a few classmates decided to sing a lil birthday song....kinda embarrasing.... Another classmate decided to sing happy birthday in the elevator on the way to class, in a crowded elevator..........yep embarrasing. My phone kept buzzing during classes, as I received a few text messages from friends wishing me a happy birthday. I got a video message from my little sister and mom saying some kind words....that was sweet of them, oh yea, someone I aint heard from in a minute, sent me a text at 6:00 in the morning. I was like what the hell........ Got treated to a fine dinner. Considering the fact I had not eaten all day, a brotha threw down. I came up on some very needed ties....thanks you know who Spent a brief moment enjoying conversation with good friend. Thanks for the time, I needed that time out.

Overall, not a bad day. Heck, my night cap consisted of 27 pages of International Law. So romantic aint it?