Showing posts with label crazy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crazy. Show all posts

10.28.2008

sigh.

i thought they had caught that old mean, no good short kinda tall, dark kinda light, fat kinda skinny black man after he stole susan smith's kids. . .i guess i was wrong. this poor girl was brutally attacked at an atm in pittsburgh by the same guy!
i mean, i thought the girl was stupid because she was a mccain supporter. . .but it gets better. she not only carves the 'b' that's supposed to stand for barack into her face the wrong way (and would you really lay still enough for an attacker to carve a perfect 'b' into your face??), but she forgets that atms have surveillance and so one of the worst places to make up something like this is at a place like that.
and at the end of the day, what was she really trying to do or prove?? i think she should apologize to all black men. . .
and it has been said that mccain should issue some kind of statement about this incident--but we all know he thinks his supporters are the 'most patriotic' americans and doesn't want anyone saying otherwise. phooey.

10.23.2008

is this why they think we're crazy?




i don't know too many females who don't like this song. it's catchy and it has that hip-swaying beat. . .but then there are those who like it because of the words and sentiments (as in 'yeah girl, lemme catch him with some broad up in my house, busting windows won't be the half') . and i don't know too many black men who don't pause and make a face when it comes on--i actually saw a man with a look of horror on his face when this came on in the club the other night and the women got all hype. black women get a bad rap for this (see, 'waiting to exhale') but are we the only ones who take out our emotional pain on their physical objects?? (and i say 'we' meaning my sisters. i have done far too much work/school and my character and fitness is in issue--i'm not trying to do anything that will have me catching a charge. tee hee) and does it have the desired effect? i mean, are our feelings equivalent to his car windows--or do we just think that's the closest we can get?