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Thank you NY Daily News for this.


Come the fuck on.

Bill Clinton on whether or not the criticism directed at the federal government for its slow response to the devastation brought on by Hurricane Katrina:

“You and I are not in a position to make any judgment because we weren’t there.”

He later added in a sit-down interview on CNN:

“I’m telling you,” nobody thought this was going to happen like this…they had problems they never could have foreseen.”

Arianna Huffington sums my thoughts on Slick Willie perfectly:

“Is his need to be a part of this country’s wealth and power establishment so great that it blinds him to reality? Is his need to be fawned over so desperate that he has forgotten how to speak the truth?”

House Speaker Dennis Hastert on the future of New Orleans:

“It looks like a lot of that place could be bulldozed.”

The man just embodies compassionate conservatism.

Laura Brown, a Federal Aviation Administration spokeswoman, on reports of helicopters being shot at by New Orleans residents:

“We’re controlling every single aircraft in that airspace and none of them reported being fired on,” she said, adding that the FAA was in contact with the military as well as civilian aircraft.”

You mean to tell me someone has been lying? Shocker.

And in another surprise, Halliburton has been tapped to rebuild New Orleans.

Kanye West on this great land of ours:

“America is set up to help the poor, the black people, the less well-off as slow as possible.”

Condoleezza “I Have No Soul” Rice on charges of racism affecting the relief efforts in New Orleans:

“That Americans would somehow in a color-affected way decide who to help and who not to help, I, I just don’t believe it. The African-American community has obviously been very heavily affected. But people are doing what they can for Americans. Nobody wants to see any American suffer.”

Negro, grow up.

Crimson, with the “Gold Digger” remix:

He takes my money, when I’m in need
Yea he’s a triflin head of state indeed
Oh he’s a oil digga way in D.C.
That digs on me

….

If you ain’t no punk, holla we want IM PEACH MENT
we want IM PEACH MENT
Yeah!
It’s something that we need to have


Get down, Crim, go’n head get down!


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Kudos to Jack Cafferty of CNN for speaking out on how race and class factor into the government’s behavior in the aftermath of hurricane Katrina. Same for Anderson Cooper and Paula Zahn, who refused to take it easy on Louisiana Senator Mary L. Landrieu and the director of FEMA. Though it may ultimately be deemed inappropriate of them to allow their feelings affect the broadcast, both of Landrieu and the gentleman from FEMA had it coming.

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The Federal Emergency Management Agency lists these organizations for those seeking to assist victims of Hurricane Katrina:

Donate cash
American Red Cross (800) HELP NOW (435-7669) English; (800) 257-7575 Spanish

Operation Blessing (800) 436-6348

America’s Second Harvest (800) 344-8070

To donate cash or volunteer
Adventist Community Services (800) 381-7171

Catholic Charities, USA (703) 549-1390

Christian Disaster Response (941) 956-5183 or (941) 551-9554

Christian Reformed World Relief Committee (800) 848-5818

Church World Service (800) 297-1516

Convoy of Hope (417) 823-8998

Lutheran Disaster Response (800) 638-3522

Mennonite Disaster Service (717) 859-2210

Nazarene Disaster Response (888) 256-5886

Presbyterian Disaster Assistance (800) 872-3283

Salvation Army (800) SAL-ARMY (725-2769)

Southern Baptist Convention — Disaster Relief (800) 462-8657, ext. 6440

United Methodist Committee on Relief (800) 554-8583

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Join me in celebrating the most beautiful girl in the world’s birthday. My niece, Alexis, turns seven today. I hate always missing her birthday due to school, especially after she reminds me that I miss her birthday each year. Though I miss out on every birthday party, I’m still one proud uncle.

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That pretty much describes my mood for the week. The following is a perspective I contributed to our paper, the Hilltop.

When I left for college, a friend of mine sat me down, looked deep into my eyes, and gave me some heartfelt advice: “Don’t you come back here broker than you already are!” Four years later, I’m knee deep in student loans and have credit cards out the wazoo. While there was no way to avoid taking out additional educational loans, I certainly could have learned to spend my money wiser.

I won’t say credit cards are the enemy per se. That simply is not realistic. One must establish credit somehow, and when choosing your spending habits wisely, what better way to build your credit than with credit cards? On the other hand, credit cards aren’t exactly like your best friend. Think of them more as a trifling relative. Sure, you love them (mainly because you have to), but that does not mean you have to see them frequently. Try that approach with credit cards.

Soon you will be bombarded with brochures, emails, and maybe the occasional phone call from credit card companies hoping to lure you into the fold. Be afraid. Be very afraid. Should you enter the world of credit, try doing a little research. Compare interest rates. Avoid store issued credit cards, as they don’t help you build your credit in the least. Try applying for credit cards specifically geared towards students.

Don’t spend your money on frivolous items. Don’t buy that third iPod. You can watch Boomerang on HBO – it comes on almost daily. Do you really need that shirt in that many colors? Let them pay their own bond. The last one was a joke, but you get the idea. The bare essentials: Books (for my friends without book vouchers), food (Chinese food isn’t going to pay for itself), and the occasional trip to the mall (you can’t look busted at the club). Just try not to splurge and ask yourself the tough questions, for instance, “Do you really need that McFlurry?” It’s just going to melt by the time you hike back to your dorm anyway.

When I told my mother I got a credit card, she asked, “What job do you have?” I quickly answered “None”, and she replied, “I hope you know my job isn’t paying your bill.” She then assured me that if I ever reached into her purse to find some monthly minimum payment money, I would pull back a nub. Right about now, I wish I did have that nub: It would make pulling those credit cards from my wallet all the more difficult.

As I enter my senior year at Howard University, I look back on all of my purchases and ask myself what in the world was I thinking and why didn’t anyone warn me? Let me make it plan for you: Credit card debt can make you sob at night – rebuke it. Consider yourself warned.

For anyone interested in throwing in a dollar or a thousand of them, get at me. Paypal gets it done.

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It’s always good to see the women of Destiny’s Child together. Am I the only one who can pinpoint which one is Kelly, Beyonce, and Michelle?

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Why does Jada Pinkett Smith look like, “What if Bow Wow lifted weights?” If not Bow Wow, at least tell me you have a sudden urge to sing “Fire & Desire?” These are recent pics of Jada performing at Ozzfest. I feel for anyone who has to listen to her perform. I’ve heard her band, Wicked Wisdom before. Let’s just say one part of their band name is dead-on.

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I have to give it to LeToya Luckett – the chick does not give up. We’re from the same hood (Hiram Clarke, where you at?), so I will support her when the album drops (now scheduled to be released two minutes before the Rapture), though I still hold some reservations about her. Hopefully her album won’t meet the same fate as her boyfriend/fiance/whatever it is this week, Slim Thug’s Already Platinum, which should have been called, Maybe I’ll Go Gold. Then again, at this stage of her career, an album in the stores is an accomplishment in itself. Anyhoo, I’m a lot busier this week than I expected, but I couldn’t resist poking fun at this picture. If you’ll excuse me, I have to go make sure Rhythm Nation is on my iPod.

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“All y’all bitches that wouldn’t suck my dick when I was Mason Betha, fuck y’all bitches.”

Granted, that’s old audio featured in Pastor Murder Mase’s recent interview with G-Unit Radio, but with likely appearances from his new G-Unit label mates and Mase reassuring jocks that he’s going with the “Murder Mase angle” for future recordings, there’s no telling what the lyrical content of the new material will entail.

Fret not, God-fearing fans. Mason hasn’t forgotten about you: “All I need is just two inspirational records to satisfy [them] people, other than that the other 16 will be Mase.”

I see he’s learned a great deal since leaving the seminary. I can’t say that I’m surprised at how things have turned out. Last year a friend of mine wrote an article on Mase and how old habits die hard. In the article, entitled “Students Question Mase’s Credibility As A Minister,” the good reverend gave his cell phone number with the words “don’t talk” scribbled below to a then new freshman. Maybe he was merely seeking new parishioners for his church, S.A.N.E. International. Or perhaps he saw a young woman in need and wanted to offer her one-on-one counseling. Who knows? I’m sure the God he dedicated his life to does.

Also, who can forget his appearance on BET’s Access Granted where he boasted that “The Lord Loves The Bling” while giving the audience his classic “grin like an idiot” smile?

I’m sure some are saying, “For someone not particularly religious, you sure do take a great deal of offense to Mase’s flipping.” Well, a hypocrite is a hypocrite and in the end, that’s what bothers me the most. He misled people with this elaborate tale of realizing the error of his ways, prompting him to turn his life over to God. He soon went on national television to criticize the very industry that gave him his wealth, going as far to mock the prospects of Puffy releasing a gospel album on Bad Boy, because in his eyes, Puff served two masters. Decided to retire, only to change his mind. He gets a pass for that, though. What rapper doesn’t change their mind about retirement? Last year when we came back, he promised to keep it clean. Welcome Back would breath, stretch, and shake right off of the Billboard charts quicker than you can say Double Up, which suggests the real reason he’s no longer as reluctant to reach back for the sound that made Ma$e a household name as he appeared to be this time last year.

In his bio published on the website of his church, Pastor Betha’s preaching methods are described as:

In the life-changing messages he delivers, Pastor Betha utilizes real-life examples to illustrate biblical principles.”

What better way to utilize those real-life examples than contributing to the soundtrack of the 50 Cent inspired film, Get Rich or Die Trying. I’m all ears on how you’ll connect the dots, Pastor.

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