Because I want to support black business

Am not a big T-shirt guy and even less likely to sport torso bumper stickers---y'know those shirts with ironic or cheeky sayings like "Sexy Grandma" (when worn by some dork who mistakes his penis for an Xbox joystick), "Save Water.Drink Bieer," "Sex Expert. First Lesson FREE," "Bitch"---but I do want to buy a Michael Jackson print.

Problem is I couldn't find a black store owner around Downtown Toronto. The nearby custom T-shirt and skateboard shops, for whom its mainstay customers, disaffected skate punks and hipsters with arrested development, regard irony a RedBull spin-off, have a nice selection of MJ shirts but the staff are all monochromatic white. I don't think so.

This is one of those cases where my dollars will go to a black owned business or I'll just have to make do without a farewell shirt.

My new sexy black laptop

The one high-tech gadget I find it hard to do without is the Internet. Yeah, yeah, yeah, technically the computer is the gadget but you know what I mean. Cellular phones and the whole palm pilot craze do nothing for me but email is super important to me; and, of course, there are my web logs. I always choose youth hostels that offer free Internet (or free breakfast) otherwise it's off to the Internet cafes for me. Satis shilling out coin for that! I finally went out and bought a laptop the other day. Hello wi-fi.

After price-hunting up and down College Street (Toronto) I snapped up one of those new mini models on the market---brand new!! At $270 (+11.5% Canuck tax) I think I got it at a deal. Told myself, Don't spend more than three hundred dollars, and I pretty damn well hit the mark; and it's brand new!!

it's compact, cute and sexy black---just like me. But as an avid traveller I do loves to travel light!

Asus PC900HD. Am a fast typist so the small keyboard will take some getting used to but the small screen is pretty okay...plus it comes with a built-in webcam...ooh la la. Chi-ching. The real kicker for me, though, is its small size. Sure, it's compact, cute and sexy black---just like me---but as an avid traveller/backpacker I love the fact that the doggone thing is no larger or heavier than a philosophy book. I do loves to travel light!

Now I feel like a hip Japanese/Chinese/South Korean traveller. Hehehe

NY official is sick of MJ

This NY politician insists MJ was a "pervert, child molester...pedophile" and is sick of being dying to attend his memorial when they should be dying in Afghanistan like good little heroic sheep instead.

view congressman's video clip

(sorry, subtitles unavailable)

Michael Jackson had civil rights...just like you

I was very impressed by Duane Booth's sobering article on the death of Michael Jackson. With a title like "A most important civil right died with Michael Jackson" it was hard not to look beyond the cover. Click on the excerpt below to read Mr Booth's entire article:

Among the tributes, accolades and genuine love shown for Jackson in memorium, there were choruses of people who absolutely refused to view him as anything but a monster or a freak show. It struck me as terribly sad that at one moment where we mark the start of a civil rights movement and in a year when another such movement marked its most crowning achievement with Barack Obama’s inauguration one of the most fundamental civil rights to which we are all entitled as citizens of democracies has all but vanished [italics added].

Any remaining threads of presumption of innocence died on June 25, 2009 at 2:25 p.m. [italics added]

Many people remarked about how it was inappropriate to mourn a man who “molested children” and destroyed the lives of so many young boys through his predatory ways. The trouble is, never once has it ever been proven that Jackson ever molested a child. Only two 13-year-old boys ever took Jackson to court - once in a civil trial in 1993 and once in a criminal trial a decade later. The civil trial was settled without any finding of wrongdoing and begged the question that if the case not about money, why would it not have been pursued criminally? Simple. Not enough evidence. You don’t have to prove guilt in a civil trial. The parents of the first child were well known to have financial troubles and there was mounting evidence that this lawsuit was nothing more than a way to tap a very naive man who clearly had difficulties functioning as an adult for large sums of money.

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Visit the above link to learn how high-rise buildings come collasping down.
Hint: It was an inside job, you dope.

Michael Jackson - 1958-2009

REST IN PEACE

Homosexuality is a nation in Canada

Canada, and maybe it's just another one of those charming Canuck quirks, seems to recognize homosexuality as a State rather than a state of being.

With rainbow banners flapping so promptly alongside province and federal flags you would not be wrong in half expecting the U.N. to soon recognize a delegae from Yoko and John Lennon's Newtopia (see clip below).

Wonder what is keeping those doggone poverty flags on backorder. I know society has a great deal more poor citizens than homosexual ones...and, afterall, poor people are humans too.

Queer Hilton gets his come-uppings

Perez Hilton, that queer gossip horse-fly, was a knocked on his ass by, supposedly, will.i.am. Good. Now if only a similar act of God would manifest itself on that other pink know-it-all big mouth, Merchant Lucas. Lucas, an arrogant Russian Jew, is anti-Muslim and speaks a good game because, afterall, OUR American Constitution permits that luxury.

Merchant Lucas

Project Implicit detects hidden racial biases

According to Harvard University's, the University of Washington's, and the University of Virginia's joint virtual laboratory, Project Implicit, an online test constructed to weed out (hidden) racial prejudices, in sum, blacks were the most likely of all races to show no bias at all.

From a compilation of tests administered from 2000 to 2006, the results revealed that the racial biases generating from black respondents split near evenly for pro-white and pro-black whereas 3/4 of whites were detected with anti-black/pro-white hang-ups. What's more? Little white children as young as six exhibit this implicit "white is right" outlook. Hello!

Check out this stupid white bitch:

Brave new world we've not yet reached

Just finished re-reading one of my favorite books, Brave New World. Aside from the long arm of the pharmacutical industry and the advancement of progressive education, which is disinclined to teach history or fine arts, and the United Nations, no, our future is not akin to the novel's present. We haven't sexophones or a color coded caste system. Instead we've a color coded Homeland Security watch.

O (brave) new world....

Ugly lesbian is the new Cover Girl

Howard Stern must've been too busy broadcasting obsenities via satelite to accept the offer. How else can you rationalize hiring Ellen DeGeneres as the model/face of Cover Girl cosmetics?

is feminine and looks like a beautiful woman as opposed to a wholesome boy

Using Ellen DeGeneres as the covergirl of a leading ladies cosmetics line is the equivalent of employing Mother Teresa as the the face for Planned Parenthood: assbackwards and subversive. Miss DeGeneres is not only a tomboy lesbian, but an ugly one at that. Yet we now see her as the smiling face for female make-up. What the bleep?! It would have made some logical sense to use her vagina buddy, whatshername, to launch the new campaign since the woman, although a lesbian, is feminine and looks like a beautiful woman as opposed to a wholesome boy.

Unless, of course, the campaign is more subversive than beautic: ugly lesbians typifying female beauty; homosexuals, family planning; Wall Street, community activism; loggers, forest preservation; Mexico campaigning for secure borders; the Monkey, compassionate conservatism; Donald Trump advancing volunteerism or Hershey promoting Nestle Quick. Two plus two equal five. Work will make you free.

Okay, I concede. Howard Stern would be slightly less convincing a Cover Girl spokesman than Miss DeGeneres.

Supreme Court rejects homosexual lawsuit to Pentagon policy

The Pentagon enforces the "don't ask, don't tell, don't pursue" policy and the United States Supreme Court is sticking to it. Today, the Court rejected a challenge to the policy and the Obama Administration stands by it.

The real thorn in this policy is the second criterion: "don't tell." That's a too hard thing for today's homosexuals to achieve. They simply must tell someone, preferably the world, and, yet, have the hubris to wag the finger at the Pentagon for enforcing what is commnoly known military code. It is not enough to be permitted to serve (don't ask) nor to be left alone to serve (don't pursue). The needy homosexual forgets his soldier's allegiance to duty and cooperation, and the civilian in him gets the upper hand and simply must tell the world he's a friend of Dorothy. So the military dismisses his ass. Duh!

former soldier now cute,full-time sodomist and protester

We're fighting two disastrous and unpopular wars amidst a recession, that is supposedly turning around, not to mention a persistent little bug known as swine flu and all former Army Capt James Pietrangelo II---what pride he does his namesake---and the eleven other veterans can think about is their damn homosexual agenda. If they couldn't stand the heat why in the name of Reason did they enter the kitchen in the first place?

The needy homosexual forgets his soldier's allegiance to duty and cooperation

Contrary to Navy Vice Admiral Shanahan, the Policy isn't lacking in integrity. Soldiers who enter the armed forces knowing full well of their sexual urges, preferences, sexual orientation---and their grasp of said emotions and behaviours---and renege on their promise only to turn around with flaming audacity to challenge the system are the ones that lack integrity. This is a serious matter. If a soldier with homosexual preferences cannot keep his own proclivities under wraps---because he feels "repressed"!---then how much more secure is he to hold top secret information?

Hell, he or she will spill the beans at the first tickle...or crack of the whip.

Love is in the fur

Love, love, love. It's the basis for every fool's argument. "Let us do this because we love each other," "With love what more do we need?" "You can't legislate love!" Wanna bet?

Add to the list of sick fetishers Furries. Furries are people who "identify" with animals, presumably animals with fur, so as not to confuse their perversion with good old fashion bestiality.

What is the world coming to when a man can't make love to his own dog?

Troy Whitson, twenty-one year old Washington state resident, was ratted out by two of his Furry friends---there's a club for everybody!---has been sentenced to 30 days in the slammer for having sexual intercourse with his two dogs. What the #%*!? The malamutes are now in the care of new owners. The same can be said for Mr Whitson whose preference for doggy-style will now, at least, be much appreciated.

What's the world coming to when a man can't make love to his own dog(s)? How do we know his dogs didn't like it? Ho, this is discrimination! Discrimination! Give the freak credit, he wasn't enjoying nasty, demeaning, degnerate, sexist online porn like every other normal twenty-one year old. His was a case of...puppy-love. Hehehe

No bride, no penis

There's cutting off one's nose to spite one's face and then there is this: An Egyptian man whose family refused his choice for a wife did what any spurned lover would do: he lopped off his pecker. Holy %#&! cow!

read all about it

Turns the woman of choice was from a lower class and, understandably, the family didn't want to be in-laws with hill-billys---they're sooo common, y'know---so, to spite his stubborn father, the young man heated up a knife and went to work.

Damn, at least John Wayne Bobbitt was able to have his reattached.

My quirky fear of Obama paraphernalia

I can't bring myself to buy any Obama paraphernalia. I cheered on his campaign; felt victorious by and proud because of his win; was jubilant and choked-up during the inauguration ceremonies. And I LOVE Shepard Fairey's iconic Obama propaganda poster. But there is just something eerily un-American about the ubiquity of a President's image.

Worship me, fear me, love me! the icons implore

Giant images of the ruler everywhere seem just so, so...dictatorial and Third Worldish; and perversely religious. Am reminded of Nicolae Ceausescu, Joseph Stalin, Saddam Hussein, Kim Jong Il, Che Guevara ad hoc genus. Worship me, fear me, love me! the icons implore. I am your father, your shepherd, your saviour!

And, so, each time am curious to buy a booster button or magnet or cool shirt print or poster I stop and seriously wonder, Damn, what am I buying into? If anything, he, President Obama, is not mandating his image be placed over hearth, blackboard, city square. His likeness is ubiquitous because the consumer market just can't get enough of him. That, and as the leader of the free world he is arguably the most covered man on the planet...and, unlike his predecessor, President Obama is popular and likable. Maybe I'll get over this paraphernalia quirk and eventually purchase a T-shirt or sticker---baby steps, baby steps!---but I'll be a monkey's uncle to buy the Chia Obama.

I've hope in the man but I've seen The Obama Deception and, now, so can you.

California Supreme Court upholds traditional marriage

In April it was up to the citizens of California to stand firm on their understanding of marriage. That's when Proposition 8, the amendment to the State's constitution that spelled out the obvious---marriage is between one man and one woman---was first challenged.

Now, the California Supreme Court, unlike San Francisco's, has ruled in favor of said common sense: Husband and wife. Homosexuals are livid and, as usual, whiny, whimpering and "blogging" about injustice and homophobia, and blah, blah, blah. They weren't dancing in the street this time!

Injustice? Unfairness? Unfair is the glamorous ambushing of marriage in the name of "love," unfair is publicly waging expensive promises because you're not man enough to make an honest woman out of your former mistress, Angelina Jolie, unfair is slandering Miss California Carrie Prejean because she believes in "opposite-sex marriage" (translation: normal marriages), unfair is perpetrating homosexual fantasies about cartoon characters because, well...well that just makes you a sick individual who has a thing for man-boy relationships.

It's not a hard fact of reality to grasp: marriage is between a man and a woman; so if you're a woman who prefers licking vagina (Ellen DeGeneres) then knock yourself out until your jaw locks but, damn, be happy and shut up about it already!

discover the meaning behind this image

Why I stick to letters and emails

Talking online, which is to say, typing, is the most common way to not be yourself nowadays. People have sooooo many "friends" online they don't know what to do with themselves; but they know enough not to meet face-to-face because then the spell is broken.

Dennis Raymond got so incensed when his AOL chat buddy refused to hook-up like normal real people, which is to say, face-to-face versus emoticons (smileys) that he stabbed her dead as she sat in a Bronx park on Tuesday. Oh I remember the weather was nice on Tuesday...perfect for enjoying a day in the park...but I digress. Dennis Raymond---aka Mike to his AOL friends---gives new meaning to reach out and touch someone.

With "friends" like that I'll take a computer virus any day.

And the winner is...who gives a #@*%!

No one I know knows who actually won the beauty pageant which ugly women, feminists, and lesbians---pardon any redundancy---have been lambasting ever since the Feminine Mystique.

Who everyone does recall, however, is Miss California USA---and that's Miss, not Ms---Carrie Prejean, left. Isn't she pleasant? Despite not winning the overall crown Miss California is still in the news because the liberal ambush sprung by homosexual celebrity worshipper Perez Hilton essentially backfired. Instead of crumbling under the "offense" of not supporting same-sex marriage, Miss Prejean stood her ground and stood by her values which in this case meant marriage is off limits to lovers of the same gender. Well!

Many Americans saw through the tacky missive from tacky Perez Hilton---why would they even invite that fruitcake to be a judge??--- to inject homo politics into the pageant. Since the televised stunt, Miss Prejean has smiled and waved her statuesque ass all the way to Washington to bat for traditional marriage. After that, the beauty queen was mocked for having breast implants---hello?---and then came close to losing her state crown when semi-nude photographs of her teenage ages surfaced. The Donald, however, stood up to the liberal bullying by standing by Miss Prejean.

And he should.

The mess that has ensued since then is evident that no matter how nicely or civilly one disagrees with any parts of the homosexual agenda, one is demonized and lampooned for it. Marriage is only between people of opposite sex. I support polygamy but not same-sex "marriage". But that's neither here nor there because I still don't know who won the beauty contest; then again, she's clearly not as exciting as Miss California so who gives a #@*^!

I'm a human being. Goddammit my life has value

It's (un)funny, how we're reliving Atlas Shrugged and 1976. The prophetic monologue comes from the movie Network (1976):

Howard Beale: I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth. Banks are going bust. Shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's no one anywhere that seems to know what to do with us. Now into it. We know the air is unfit to breathe, our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had 15 homicides and 63 violent crimes as if that's the way it's supposed to be.

We know things are bad. Worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy so we don't go out anymore. We sit in a house as slowly the world we're living in is getting smaller and all we say is, "Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster, and TV, and my steel belted radials and I won't say anything."

Well I'm not going to leave you alone.

I want you to get mad. I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot. I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crying in the streets. All I know is first you've got to get mad. You've got to say, "I'm a human being. God Dammit, my life has value."

So, I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window, open it, and stick your head out, and yell, "I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!" I want you to get up right now. Get up. Go to your windows, open your windows, and stick your head out, and yell, "I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!" Things have got to change my friends. You've got to get mad. You've got to say, "I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!" Then we'll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open your window, stick your head out and yell, "I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!"