But I Love Chick-fil-A

I’ve known for a while now that Chick-fil-A shoulder leans to the conservative side of the political spectrum. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that them closing their restaurants on Sunday suggested that the company is headed by Evangelical Christians. I never grumbled about their decision to do so either; I actually respect them for it.

I wish more companies that claimed to represent certain values would run their businesses as such. It would be great if I could get my 24 nuggets, or two sandwiches with wheat and provolone (I learned about wheat and provolone from a friend) any day of the week, but if people are that strong in their views I’ll glady wait until Monday.

But there are some cases where a company’s view of the world might prevent me from supporting them. I’m not entirely sure if this is an example of such yet.

It’s been brought to my attention that there is a bit of an uproar over Chick-fil-A supporting those who participated in the tea party protest. Honestly, I found most of those people to be hypocrites whining because their side loss. If they were that pressed about high taxes and big government they would have tossed an ocean’s worth of tea bags at the White House when Bush ran it into the ground over eight years. I see this protest as nothing more than political posturing not worth paying close attention to.

I had a feeling the company supported John McCain in the last election.

Still, I love their food. I’m sorry, but I do. It’s so good. They use peanut oil, which is healthier than what the other fast food chains are fryin their stuff in. Speaking of other fast food joints, sometimes I have to wonder whether or not I’m really eating chicken or “chik’n.” I don’t have those fears when I enter a Chick-fil-A.

The staff members are typically polite (sans this jackass colored lady at one location in Houston), and they often giveaway free food. Once because I was the 100th customer of the day I got my meal comped. Another time I drove at NASCAR speed so I could get the free chicken biscuit the location nearest me was handing out to frequenters.

The food is so so good. They’re not even stingy with the condiments. These days a cashier at McDonalds is ready to start a shootout if you ask for extra sweet and sour sauce. Or so I’ve heard. I haven’t been to a McDonalds in quite a while. Their nuggets are usually pretty good, too, after the club, but eh, I don’t go. Same for Wendys.

But you know, neither has anything on Chick-fil-A. That is, unless one or the other is willing to sponsor this blog and my life.

OK, what I was talking about again? Sorry, I got lost in a sea of breaded chicken.

Oh, the political stuff. Yeah. Alright, people are upset because a lot of these tea bag protestors are racist as hell. I saw some of the scenes. A lot of those illiterate jackasses were throwing out age old stereotypes to insult Obama. Yawn.

However, I kind of see why people would be upset. Why toss your money behind an event catering towards a certain faction of society inclined to dabble in bigotry?

And it’s not just this tea party protest either. They tossed a lot of money behind Proposition 8. In case you haven’t caught on yet, I’m pretty left of left in terms of my political views. I wasn’t happy about the decision (although I know it will eventually change).

So does that mean I should stop supporting Chick-fil-a?

My first reaction is NOOOOOOOOOOOO.

My second: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Third: PLEASE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Fourth: Hell no.

But then, if I met with the family that runs Chick-fil-A, they’d probably send me to hell.

I try not to throw my money behind companies that support any form of discrimination. I’ve read about Walmart’s alleged mistreatment of its employees, but damn, they’re cheap. Actually, I hate going into most Walmarts.

In fact, a month or so ago someone took me to the location on Crenshaw. Before you even ask, it was not my idea. When I went in there, it seemed like the location should only be allowed to sell coke…and I don’t mean the kind that comes in a can.

Yet when I go online, I look at the prices and think, “I love you Target, but they’re cheaper right here.”

Am I hypocrite? I have the desire to use my purchasing power correctly, but I have to be rationale: Some shit is too high, and a deal is a deal.

If I can’t even shake Walmart completely, how could I ever do the same with Chick-fil-A?

Fortunately, I don’t have to make a choice yet. I don’t know of any standalone locations in LA and I don’t really frequent the mall like that anymore. It’s not recession friendly.

Maybe I can write a letter to the Cathy family (who runs Chick-fil-A) before I ever think it buy another meal from them?

P.S. I doubt many of ya’ll even care about this because you’re too busy eating your leftover chicken from Popeye’s. I know a bunch of ya’ll went and got up on the 8 piece mixed 4.99 special yesterday. Gimme a biscuit.

PSA: Hoe Logic

By now most of you have seen what’s turned out to be not a Louis Vuitton ad for Kanye’s shoe/sneaker/gym shoe line.

A day or so ago Necole Bitchie asked what people thought of the ad. I tweeted back that I found it to be distasteful and degrading, but I suppose I shouldn’t have set such high standards for a stripper.

Given that I only had a 140 character limit, I wasn’t really allowed to expound on that thought. As an ad in itself, regardless of Amber’s ass taking away all the attention from Ye’s shoes, I don’t find it to be all that impressive.

Kanye’s scowl game may be proper, but the contrasting colors, the concept, etc. don’t really move me any particular way. It’s just Kanye, his buttnaked accessory, and his shoes…I guess. I don’t know anything about advertisement, but I know what I don’t care about. This applies.

As far as me finding it degrading and demeaning, I say that because Amber Rose looks like an accessory. But when you think about it, she is…a willing participate to be one at that. She gets the Kanye makeover complete with the stylist throwing out everything in her closet and replacing it with designer clothes (fact: he does this). We all know her name now, which means she’ll have the internets going nuts from now until he dumps her for a new girl he can pretend is Appolonia.

He gets ass and his own Barbie Doll. It’s a win win for them.

I don’t think being a stripper is the worse thing in the world. I even agree with Amber when she tweeted: “Just cuz I was a stripper don’t make me a devil worshiper! Damn! SMDH”

She’s right, she’s not a Satanist. Just an opportunist. That’s cool, too. Now she’s tweeting about doing a magazine shoot and let it be known that it’s not an urban mag.

I don’t know how I feel about that, because her ass damn sure doesn’t look like she has a lick of Negro in her, but let me stick to the topic at hand.

Amber’s on the come up all for playing the role. Maybe she can even be an actress now as it’s quite clear that she’s more into innies than outies.

Don’t give me that bullshit about her not being gay. I’ve seen pics of her with studs, femmes, and she looked very engaged with both. Enough to suggest her preference for the taste of Starkist.

Amber Rose looks like what if Teena Marie had a lesbian daughter. There’s no convincing me otherwise.

As I was saying, I can acknowledge her come up, but why do some people get offended if you say anything about her being a stripper or using what she got to get what she want?

Look at this comment I saw on Necole’s entry about the ad:

If she like dicks that much then got dammit she should get paid for it.

What type of hoe shit is this?

That has got to be one of the stupidest things I’ve ever read in my entire life. I wish I could slap the chick who wrote that with some fucking birth control. The last thing the world needs is another low self-esteem having chick thinking the key to success lies in her ability to cash coochie coupons develop a sequel.

If you live by this logic you’re going to end up with multiple kids, rashes, bumps, and bad reputations.

I am not innocent. I don’t pretend to be perfect, but even with my many flaws I know better than to think sex has to come commerce.

This is what happens when you let rap videos explain to you how the world works instead of picking up a book and/or having parents to bother raising you.

Oh and when I say book, I don’t mind the drivel ghost-written for Karrine Steffans. That posterchild for oral condoms has way too many people thinking you can suck your way to the top.

If you haven’t learned by now, girls are giving away their celebrity groupie tales for free online these days.

What kills me about that comment is that multiple people echo that sentiment. Online and in person.

Can someone please pass this thought around: HOES SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Learn a skill. Get a degree. Do something with your life. You are an embarrassment to women with good stuff who give it on merit, not for dinner, a car note or brief relevance to the staff at TMZ. You know, just have a back up plan ready, because if you’re going to lead a life based on something superficial, you have to know how easily replaceable you are.

Sure, it works out for some women, and yes prostitution (which is what ole girl is basically advocating) has been around since the dawn of civilization. So has knocking the hell out of people, but I don’t see many with common sense giving Chris Brown a pass (I exclude the little burgeoning statistics who forgive him based on his looks).

I can acknowledge how the Amber Roses of the world work and let game peep game, but that doesn’t mean we need to glorify that. I know it’s a recession and I get that No Child Lift Behind is going to leave millions of kids nearly brain dead in comparison to the rest of the world, but c’mon nah, not every South Philly stripper makes to Crunk + Disorderly.

And before I go, HA to some people defending the ad based on the notion that people are being harsher towards her because she’s not as famous as some other woman. If Beyonce did an ad of herself butt naked with Jay-Z on the couch throwing on the Roc she’d get the clap back from the general public faster than you can say, “Oh I’ll show you crazy.”

You can tell who in the world yearns to be a internet star. :\

Hell Nawl

I no longer have to prove my standom to you all. Ya’ll know how I roll. Though I may offer some constructive criticism every now and then (shut up in advance, you…yes I do) I’m a firm Bey-liever. I am still a realist, though.

In 2007 when Beyonce was charging a nice amount to see her break it, pop it, pop it, break it, I had to make a difficult decision: Be responsible or see the Queen. With me recently graduating from college and mulling the decision to LA or NY (which didn’t happen until this year, but whatever, things happen) I decided that it was best that I use my money for airfare and the job search.

To this day, I still think that was a stupid decision. Well, not really, but the DVD can only do so much, y’know? I thought I could go without because I had seen Beyonce perform several times in concert in only a few years so I was good.

I promised myself I would make up for it on the next tour. Now I’m not too sure. I mean, yes, I want to go, and likely will, but when am I going to meet the chick?

This is going on pitiful now. My brother has met her a couple of times because he went to middle school with little sister. I know several people that have met her through work. I have plenty of friends in Houston who met around the way or met her randomly. Take for example two friends I have who met her while vacationing in Vegas. Beyonce decided to roll up in the store they were shopping in and since she shut the place down they were locked in with her.

Then I get a call talking about how sweet she was, how pretty she is, and on and on. These were people who weren’t even on her like that. You know the way most people should be on her. No, they were people who weren’t even casual fans. I’m not jealous, I’m just saying. I’m happy for anyone who has come in contact with her greatness. It’s just unfortunate I can’t include myself in that group.

I’ve met just about every other member of Destiny’s Child, though. Met Kelly while leaving Pappadeaux’s. Met Michelle at my internship. She’s funny…and quite hungry (she kept talking about boudain). Been at the same event with LeToya last fall. Hmm, I haven’t met the other two, although that shouldn’t be counted against me. One you barely see and the other was only in the group for the same length as commercial break.

So, it would be really nice to meet her. I’ve actually met my favorite artist ever already…musically that is. Met Mary J. Blige years ago. Really nice. So nice in fact she made the effort to call me to respond to a letter I gave to her. I met her at the same internship I met Michelle. I was prepared for Mary. Couldn’t wait. She’s the best. You have no idea.

But I’ve met that Queen. Now it’s time for me to meet the other. :\

I was actually set to meet Beyonce at the same station I met Mary and Michelle, only the person who was supposed to call me the day she was in the studio didn’t.

Same thing happened at another gig. And one after that. There were times where I found out I had just left the mall she had stepped in. Or stepped into some event the second she bolted.

I think you get the point. So close to the beauty, the lacefront, yet so far away.

I’ve gotten desperate.

“I Am…Beyonce” – Meet & Greet Package $1,000

“I Am…Fierce” – On Stage Package $625

“I Am…Bold” – Hot Seat Package $525

Regular Tickets $20.75-150.75

But not that desperate.

Look, I’m not even going to pretend I have 1,000 to just throw at a pop star for a deal that only entails me getting to hug them (possibly) and getting an autograph, but even if I did have it like that (I will eventually, God willing…no worries), I don’t think I would do it.

I understand that yesterday was 4/20, but did her fan club staff light it up while coming up with these prices?

Do they realize it’s a recession? You know what? Maybe this isn’t for me. Maybe this is geared toward the children of the Chinese millionaires who have left Shanghai for New York because they heard America is on the verge of turning into one big flea market.

Or possibly the rich Arabs who control the oil fields. I don’t know who exactly, but this can’t be directed at Americans.

Even rich people are doing it real cheap. This bears repeating: They have heard of this recession, right?

Having said that, if any of you want to pay for me, email me.

Hey, I said I wouldn’t pay for it even if I had it. I didn’t say anything about someone else covering the bill for me.

Get Over It

As I watch Sheree discuss her favorite old clubs in Atlanta where I’m sure she was known for throwing shade at any woman blocking her view of the ballers, I smile because for once she doesn’t sound like she’s Queen of Georgia.

And then goes and fucks it all up with her concluding remarks about bloggers. Make no mistake, I look at some bloggers and I think, “Wow. You’re evil.” In fact, I’ve looked at some of my archives and go damn, do some of these people owe me money?

However, I don’t buy into this theory that just because you’re black I have to support you. Zora Neale Hurston put it best when she said, “All my skinfolk ain’t kinfolk.” It’s not that I don’t want to support my own. I do wholeheartedly. I went to an HBCU and in attending Howard I learned about the diversity of my people and I left with the feeling that even if I didn’t like any particular person personally I still wanted them to succeed. I don’t wish failure on anyone.

Now, when I first watched The Real Housewives of Atlanta my initial reaction was, “Who are these saddity ass chicks constantly rambling about how elite, rich, and fly they are?” But as the Sunday marathon kept going I found myself sucked in with the masses already hooked into this show.

As entertaining as these women are, what exactly are they doing that warrants them being free of criticism? They criticized every great person of faith that has walked the Earth. Why should we spare bragging women on a reality show?

Especially women who themselves put out an image that has since been proven not entirely factual. I’ve watched Sheree throw shade at NeNe, make comments about “rift raft,” and talk slick about people in general. All of them were colored, so by her own logic shouldn’t she be ashamed of herself for breaking Black solidarity?

When annoyed by anyone Black, instead of judging them she could have just smiled, tossed her fist in the air and proceeded to hum “Lift Every Voice and Sing.”

You know, live by example, my sister.

She isn’t the only one, though. I’ve heard Gabrielle Union talk slick about bloggers in the past and recently even Nefe tried to make it seem as if bloggers were the source of her pregnancy rumors when in fact it was she who said “I’m pregnant.”

Here’s a fun fact: No one in life owes you shit. Particularly if you are a celebrity. You are famous, or in most cases these days, simply infamous. You get paid to do things that are for the most part hobbies. If someone says something about you that you feel reeks of hate, suck it up and move on.

I’ve received plenty of emails calling me all types of names. You don’t see me making a post themed around the concept that because I’m black all the black readers should be polite to me. so be nice.”

But, if a blogger pulls a rumor out of their ass that turns out to be something to warrant legal action, file a suit. That I get, but other than that, shh on demanding black bloggers support you when you don’t support everyone black yourself.

And if we’re being really honest, some people need to tell their publicists to stop filling up the inboxes of bloggers. Even I get emails from people I don’t want to hear rap, could care less about what they’re wearing or who they’re doing.

If Sheree and others really want our support, they should get more black folk hooked up with Nielsen boxes. I’ll be sure to tune in to keep your ratings and pay up. I’m sure the other bloggers would, too. But don’t strut on TV bragging on what you have and what others don’t then ask for unity.

Thanks to ATlien for providing the ammo.

Favorites Part One

I’ve wanted to do a lot more updates this week, but in meeting daily deadlines for other sites I really haven’t had the time to write as much as I would like here.

I’ll do better, though. Well, hopefully. Next week is very important for me because I have to meet a deadline for something important. Yes, I’m purposely being vague.

In the meantime, I wanted to post some of my favorite entries from the blog. I noticed a lot of you all are new readers so you’re likely unfamiliar with these.

Hopefully you’ll check them out and enjoy. Then go and tell a friend. And get them to tell another. And on and on it goes until I have way more readers. Doesn’t that sound fun? Of course it does!

Here we go:

Why Did Their Mamas Do That To Them?

Get Me Out

Help Me: Kelly Rowland

Pon De Challenge

I Am…Sasha Fierce

There’s No Gay In G-Unit

I Encourage Comments (No Really, I Do!)

King of Weave

You Are How You Sound

Dingbats

Not to sound like an embittered old man, but I have a fear that many people 20 and below are unfortunate idiots.

My niece is 10, but she can read so I’m not worried about her. I’m more concerned about type of the children I remember tutoring during college. The ones that will turn 18 and still likely won’t be unable to pronounce half of the words written in an issue of VIBE.

But, for optimism’s sake, let’s just say Obama and his ‘fancy words’ as some people call them will inspire the youth of America to pick up a muthafuck—book.

Their vocabulary may be enhanced, but will their attitudes? One of the sites I write for has a very young demographic. The way they remix the spelling of words is a dead giveaway.

I really don’t want to rehash the Chrianna debate, but I’m a little put off by the comments of obvious middle and high schoolers.

Here’s one:

I love you chrisbrown… tell that *#$@@ rihanna that i am going to kill her in her sleep… i love you husband….

“Take You Down” is a nice song, but it’s not worth felony death threats.

And another:

“blah blah blah,rihanna need to shut her punk a** up. she been pissin me off for a while now. the b*tch got her ass handed to her. get the hell over it. i dont feel sorry for her. That giant grizzly is the same size and height as him, she got hands, feet and teeth she should got in his a** too. sh*t i feel sorry for chris, sh*t everybody tryin to act like the b*tch didnt do somethin to him. im just sayin, i wish i was rihanna and i was in that car that night. id a beat the yellow piss out that $~**~. choked his ass up, BIT HIS AZZ a few times. F*ck leavin em in the car so he could run off, id a dragged his azz right back to the hotel. he would a seen a real muthaf*ckin goon in action.”

Not only is this girl delusional, but she clearly has an old TV and a computer monitor from 1992. How else can you explain her thinking Rihanna is the same size as Chris Brown?

Girls like her annoy me. “I would’ve done this,” and “I would’ve done that.” Shut up. I’ve already read about how so many young girls side with Chris Brown over Rihanna. I know it’s due to a burgeoning libido and typical brainwashing, but damn, people want to kill her over Chris Brown?

Not to be outdone:

Will aint gay if he was he would act all fruity

These poor little naïve girls. It’s no wonder so many are battered, bruised, and diseased ridden these days.

As for the men, well, you’ve heard Soulja Boy speak, haven’t you? Not to mention all of the Chris Brown apologists who have their own history of bobbing and weaving on females.

Sigh.

Clear Gone Crazy

I’m afraid of writing this because I don’t want my niece to whoop my ass, but I’m not a big fan of Miley Cyrus.

I respect her teeny bopper hustle in the tradition of Tiffany, Debbie Gibson, and even Britney Spears, but yikes, that girl is obnoxious sometimes. Particularly the way she seems to think she actually has enough clout to damage the careers of credible musicians.

To say, “I’m gonna ruin them [Radiohead], I’m gonna tell everyone” on radio made her seem like the annoying brat that all of her critics paint her to be. I don’t know what planet she lives on, but girls like her come and go every decade so it’s best to enjoy the ride and not piss off enough people to the point you won’t even get a positive recap when VH1 summarizes the decade of your relevance.

Radiohead was right in pointing out her sense of entitlement, and hopefully someone her own age let’s her know that she needs to stop taking herself so seriously.

I’ve never heard about Raven throwing a temper tantrum because someone didn’t want to meet her?

That being said, Jamie Foxx to me went a little bit over the line in telling Miley to do a sex tape. Sure, that may very well be where she’s headed judging from her penchant for posting softcore porn inspired photos on MySpace, but still. Miley is a 16-year-old girl.

Let’s not do anything to draw comparisons to R. Kelly.

Edit: He’s apologized.

Still, can someone check her?

I imagine neither of her parents will do it because why anger the person who you get to both live vicariously through and profit off of.

We see how well that usually turns out.

Miley, meet your future…if you’re lucky. This poor girl.

I like her and want her to win, but she still sounds like if she forgets to take her meds one day it’s a wrap on the Magic Kingdom because she’s going to blow it up.

I can understand why she might forget what city she’s in, but what’s with random tour outbursts like, “Thanks Vancouver, you were wonderful. Don’t smoke weed!” or wishing people “Merry Christmas” during their Spring Break?

And then there’s “My pu–y was hanging out.”

Where has she been? It’s been hanging out for like ten years now.

Do her parents love her or do they just see dollar signs?

Kind of Lindsay Lohan’s parents. Do I even need to explain her issues?

Poor thing can’t even get her movies to theaters now. She’s one more bad month away from co-starring with Vivica Fox in Fourteen Can Play The Game.

White people, what’s up with ya’ll folk? I always get on mine, so I need group participation.

And don’t even try to front like there aren’t white readers here. I’ve looked at my staff counter. I don’t know any Black people in Romania. I appreciate the love, so love me back by explaining the other color of crazy.

As a peace offering, I’d like to name one white girl who doesn’t seem insane: Meghan McCain.

She’s the biological child of John McCain yet she still manages to make sense. I can’t remember the last time I’ve used the phrase “make sense” in reference to Republican. Truthfully, I’d even say I would consider voting for her one day, which unintentionally makes me question my own sanity.

Her dad doesn’t really strike me as the sanest man around, yet here she is, with a lick of sense going at it with the other loonboons of her party.

What’s with all of the others?

I’m Different, I’m Edgy, I’m Super Special

I’ve been going back and forth about writing an entry on this for a while now. I wasn’t sure if it was worth addressing, but the more time goes on I find myself becoming incredibly irritated.

I’m glad that people of my generation are stepping outside of the box a bit in terms of their appearances. I typically find challenging the status quo in any shape or form to be a good thing.

Yet, to me there is a fine line between daring to be different and dying to be that way.

Everyone wants to be “different.” No one wants to be like anyone else. I’m all for individuality, but I never feel like I go out of my way to garner a certain perception from people.

You either are different or you’re not. A change of clothes, or in Cassie’s case, a change in hairstyle can only go so far.

I read a lot of the comments about her new hairstyle on her Twitter and some were gushing about how much of a ‘rock star’ she was, how ‘edgy’ she now appears, and how ‘different’ she is.

Even Cassie herself seems to be quite proud of her decision to put half her scalp on display:

“Sometimes in life you need a change. Something deeper than what you thought you were capable of. Something that displays the “I don’t give a f—ck attitude. Something that makes you look at this whole wide world differently…and something that will shock your mother, but make her call you a ROCK STAR.”

I twittered back to her: “Girl, it’s just a haircut. You going hard on Good Fri, huh?”

And added: “But I’m sure you’re about to have a bunch of girls walking around like 1983 this summer. Love the single.”

She didn’t respond. Shocker.

Maybe it’s my own way of thinking clouding my better judgment, but all she did was cut her hair and give the blogs a reason to talk about her throughout the weekend into Monday morning.

I’m inclined to think part of her rationale was based on the fact that she has failed in her efforts to try and create a buzz for her sophomore album. I mean, she caught a brick with Lil’ Wayne last year. How do you catch a brick with Wayne on the track?

She had to do something, no? It was either that or be naked. I believe she’s already tried that, and when you’re that thin, there’s only so much you can show.

I don’t really care what she does with her scalp, but I’m more annoyed by the intent and the subsequent response.

Everyone wants to be the cool kid and now more than ever people get way too pretentious about something aesthetic – which in my opinion shows just how shallow people can be. And surprise, surprise it’s innate for everyone to posses a hint of shallowness. Someone send this to all of the “different folk.” Let’s see if the truth about their own roles in homogeneity shakes them.

Generally speaking, I’ve been tired of all of these pseudo intellectuals who base their self-worth on what they’re wearing, or better yet, who they’re copying.

I read a lot of different blogs and I see how seriously people take themselves over what decade they choose to dress like.

Funny that when Britney Spears chopped her hair she didn’t say anything about it; she didn’t have to. We can tell it was a statement: Her ass was losing her mind.

I’m not saying Britney Spears is the deepest ocean, but I’m sure you get why I’m saying.

Oddly enough, the only artist who seems to share my viewpoint is one whose sac some would be cool kids cling to (at least on the rock end):

“Don’t try to be different. Because when you try to be different, you end up being the same. Because everybody’s trying to be different. What you’ve got to do is to just be you. But if that doesn’t work, then that isn’t what you should be doing.”

Thank you, D.A.R.E. don’t. Young moolah, baby. All that.

In closing: Please read more, people. That way you’ll realize shopping at Nordstroms, listening to Solange, N.E.R.D., Chester French, and dressing like a nerd with an exposed scalp doesn’t make you that different or that deep.

It just means you’re like everyone else: Trying to find yourself and in the same breath be noticed by people…only possibly with a better sense of style.

Let me repeat it again: Please read more, people.

That way if you ever find yourself to be a celebrity (that is, outside of your mind and on the internet), you won’t take to your fan site ala Jessica Simpson and write drivel like this:

Why do we let the sun SET with its beauty, then find ourselves ugly.

Didn’t God, whoever he may be to you, create both? If a sunset is beautiful, then so are we.

Love yourself morning, noon, and night. Sunrise. Sunset.

Xo jess

Bless Jessica Simpson’s heart. Oddly enough, I still buy this way more than Cassie’s fake-poem about her haircut.

REAL Americans

Glenn Beck is a special type of stupid. He possesses the kind of ignorance where paranoia, bigotry, and irrationality all have one long orgy in his big dense head. I try my best to never listen to him speak, but whenever I do I’m amazed at how he basks in his own loonbooness (fake words are in, ya’ll).

I’m not surprised the likes of him have a loyal following. While I respect my President’s Mariah Carey-like view of race relationships in our country, I’m not one to co-sign any sort of description of America that sounds too Utopian for my liking. Progress has been made, but hate mongers still run amok and one colored President isn’t going to send them all into hiding that quickly.

In this video Glenn Beck and co. are ranting about protecting the constitutionalists. If you pay close attention to their comments, you can spot out all of the code terms that essentially blame the darker faction of the human race for most of the nation’s current troubles.

So let these fun folks tell it, the digital coverter box is actually a book of democratic doom, and but of course, Barack Obama is bringing the country to its knees to blow communism.

Did you hear the person yell “burn the books.” Clearly all of their parents did.

I’m dying laughing at the follow-up comment. “Burn the ones in college…the brainwashing books.” I can see why evolution would threaten them. They sound about as involved as a big rock.

Or maybe that’s the brainwashing I apparently got in college kicking in.

If these people were so gung ho about protecting this country’s founding principles, where were their whiny asses the last eight years?

President Bush remixed the constitution yet I didn’t hear anything about a tea party/bitch session.

These people are the white equvialent of the Black Israelites standing on top of a crate on the CVS on Georgia Avenue in D.C. yelling about revolution at 10:00 on a Saturday night.

S.O.S. for CSS

Do you know what I want for my birthday other than money, more money, some hmm…topped with money?

My dotcom put together. So it’s been a month now and while the basics are there I have ran into a bit of trouble.

Now, I don’t know anything about coding, but someone mentioned the source of my problem being related to an issue with anchor codes. Another said something about spacing codes. All of this is a bunch of jargon I don’t know.

What I do know is the site is looking a little janky if it’s not opened in a full browser and I need to get that fixed asap.

So who knows CSS or knows someone who knows CSS? I’ve contacted people that friends have recommended to me with no response.

I get people are busy, but I need to get busy with moving on. As of now, it’s still going to essentially be the same layout only with a few different tools related to the blogging software, but as I make plans to do more things with the site I need to get this out of the way.

That being said, if you know someone gon’ tell me who. If you don’t know what CSS is either just drop me a prayer that I get it together.

Or you can toss some suggestions in the comments section about things you’d like me to try tackling on this here blog.

The more I think about it, the more I realize I don’t really need to be stripping. That is, not long term anyway. Thus, I have to continue building with what I have.

Help the cause, ya’ll!