WARNING: No minced words here. İ rake the muck of the 'other', the so-called open-minded side who's preference is to whine and distort reality. If still suckling mom's tit or warped by delusions of polıtıcally correct equality you WİLL be offended by such materıal. Welcome to Reality.

Michael Jackson has yet to leave from our consciousness. Greatness is immortal. His music and style and quirkiness have touched us. Long live the King of Pop.
worldwide tributes mark the 1st year anniversary of Michael Jackson's passing

What if you saw a bomb ?


I saw something in the New York Port Authority and went to say something to a passing uniformed cop. The pig dismissed me at "Excuse me ---" and told me the Information booth was back there. He didn't even stop walking. 

Black women make for horrible customer service

I wish businesses limited the number of black people they hire in Customer Service because the service sucks. The politeness, professionalism, and elocution is just not evident. The worst: black women. Black women are surly, inattentive, gum-chewing, curt wonderments...because one wonders how in the hell they passed the job interview and subsequent performance evaluations?
If a black woman is in Customer Service, then the customer service is black
The nature of the business is moot. It could be a govt job, train station, bank teller, retail, whatever. If a black person, especially a black woman (who probably only got hired on a sob story of trying to get on her feet and provide for her fatherless family), is in Customer Service, then the customer service is black. 

Or maybe they just give another type of service to us black customers? Unfortunately I'm not down for wearing white face just to be treated with respect and friendly, fair, patient customer service. 
I think part of the problem is, said the English fellow to his companion, we don't know what we're doing.

overheard in the street in upstate NY

Why I am barred from Canada !!

I have been travelling to and through Canada for years and, before this year, haven't been grilled on arrest matters. I wish I knew then what I know now: no such arrest history appears in the database; the agents are being coached to SUSPECT ALL BLACK NIGGERS HAVE A PAST. 

Meg Whitman spends ANOTHER $20 mil

When a black man is acquitted of a crime (angry white translation: "guilty as sin, just not found guilty") his detractors claim he bought his way out, he bought his freedom. Understandably, such detractors are unaccustomed to "black men" and "not guilty" being used in the same sentence.

Yet here is Meg Whitman in California and before her, Mayor Bloomberg in NYC, just spending MILLIONS of her own money to win public office. Millions and millions of her wealth, millions in the two digits, just to be able to hold a political office and say, "I feel your pain." Why? And: Bitch no you don't! If you've personally $90 million dollars to spend on a campaign of handshakes, photo ops, debates, and corny political commercials, when you've already proven yourself a success in the business/corporate/Silicon Valley world then there is no earthly way you know what it's like to live on my street. Yet some idiot voters are eating it up! But, save for the talking head pundits, the Public doesn't lambast her and so many other self-made millionaires for buying votes. (Why would a rich man need to enter politics?)  

Yes, I expect successful, bright individuals to enter politics. I don't want a raggedy candidate who has only ideals and slogans, and no pot in which to piss. But there is a canyon of difference betwixt a "rich" person who campaigns for a post and one who is willing and determined to spend as much money as it takes to win that post. These "public servants" don't want to help you in as much as they crave power; more and more power.


it's no riddle to this but it's a big wonder that
a "dangerous" threat to Canuckistan's borders
is a young man who is black 
(period omitted because there's more to come...)

This T-shirt certainly tops Super Bitch


I once heard of a woman who was so confident and bad she proudly sported a shirt that announced to the world: I'M A SUPER BITCH. Man, with a statement like that no exclamation point is needed! Since she has a college degree she wasn't just any beeeaatch but, hello, a "super" one, see?

Today on the Greyhound bus I saw a young woman----you'll see why I didn't write 'lady'----whose shirt one-ups all those educated beeeaatches. It arrested my attention: "I HAVE THE PUSSY ----"

Indeed! But that's hardly worth mentioning unless you know how to share.

When she stood up to take advantage of a smoke break the rest of the message that was obscured and tucked under her left breast fell clear. In its entirety it read: I HAVE THE PUSSY. SO I MAKE THE RULES.

Goodness! Shut my mouth wide open! People just share all of their business nowadays. And not as much as a kitty cat logo in sight for pun's sake. 

A new world order is in the making, and it is up to us to prepare ourselves that we may take our rightful place in it

Malcolm X
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