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What’s all this blabbering and dithering about soul mates and that “spark.” This is not a time to be romantic and sappy. You abused the trust of your constituents, left your state unattended, and may have used state funds to pay for your trips to meet your “luvah.” That’s all we care to know. No one wants to hear you spill your cheesy guts. And worst of all, how can you treat your wife so callously–you’ll try to fall back in love? I hope she slaps you in your pathetic, blubbering, hypocritical face. If I want to hear or see such drivel, I’ll watch Lifetime.

RIP Michael Jackson. Thank you for the music.

The governor of South Carolina had been missing for five days or so and no one knew where he was. Today, he admitted he was in Argentina cheating on his wife. Meanwhile, his staff had been scrambling to cover the fact that they he had no idea where he was. Hiking on the Appalachian trail? Right–you can’t make ish like that anymore–Not in the age of GPS, iPhones and Twitter. Note to self–the Appalachian Trail does not run through South Carolina. Also, his cell phone signal was located near the Atlanta airport and he was seen coming off a Atlanta flight from Argentina. What was he thinking? Or, what was he thinking with? It’s one thing to cheat on your wife, but to be the chief executive of your state and leave your state unattended? Sanford may be giving Mr. Vich a run for his money in the most idiotic governor award.

Something Fishy

This past Friday, I took an excursion to Jazz Journeys at the Georgia Aquarium. On Friday nights this summer, the aquarium is featuring a multitude of jazz artists. With a five-dollar cocktail in hand, I enjoyed the jazzy ministrations of Francine Reed

    and visited the exhibits. Because the concert goes from 7 to 9:30 and the aquarium stays open to 10, there’s ample time to enjoy the music and take in the aquarium. If you’re really organized, you can also order dinner packages for two. It’s a great way to spend an evening. Also, I must say that God must have been having a good old time when he was creating fish and other water creatures. Whales that seem to have a perpetual smile, seahorses, sharks with hammers and saws for heads, fantastical sea dragons, and butt-ugly catfish. I don’t know if it was the music or sangria, but I swear I also saw a fish that looked like the late great James Brown with a pompadour. Jazzy fish fun.

Wanna Fight?

The other day I was walking past some dude and I thought to myself, “I could take him.” And I don’t mean just a random squabble, but I mean fisticuffs, hand to hand combat, if you will. There was no rhyme or reason to this thought and it just flitted into my head out of nowhere. Nothing was going on. The guy did not do anything to draw my ire. With the little bit of testosterone we females have, I was surprised my mind went there for no apparent reason. But I did just recently watch Tarantino’s Death Proof for the second time and I must say the best part of the film is the last 30 minutes when those women kick the ish out of Kurt Russell’s character. LOL. Talk about Girl Power! The only other movie girl on boy fight I can think of is Michelle Rodriguez in, what else?–Girl Fight. She was a real bad ass in that movie. My other favorite “girl” fight on film is Lisa Raye in The Playa’s Club. Whenever that movie’s on I just stop to watch that one part. I suppose those images seem really powerful because not only does the woman have strength of mind, but that strength also manifests in the physical realm as brute force. Go on, Girl!

  1. Why is it that anytime a POC and/or woman makes a comment about his/her marginalization, he/she is labeled a racist?
  2. Why does Newt Gingrich have a twitter account and over 300,000 followers?
  3. What makes a man wear a periwinkle-colored suit, a pink tie and a pink hat?  [No kidding, I saw such an outfit on a man yesterday.  PIMP-O-LICIOUS]
  4. Why is Common in Terminator: Salvation?
  5. Does Dick Cheney know he’s unemployed?

Twisted Bromance

Dick Cheney has been chattering a lot lately. We barely see the man for eight years and now he can’t stop talking. I think he’s regurgitating to stem off an implosion as his evil plans for the universe have been slowly exposed to the light by the new administration. Anyway, Cheney announced this week that he preferred a Republican like Rush Limbaugh to one like Colin Powell. Well, if he prefers a pill poppin’ blowhard to a decorated military general, then I say the more power to him. [Whew! Powell dodged a bullet on that one.] And it seems that Rush is returning the love. I hope those two use protection as they go at it. Their love child would be a hot mess!

Shopping Closet[s]

During the recession, the media has been advising people to “shop their closets” and find “new” clothes by breaking out items you haven’t worn in a while. Well this week, I was house-sitting for my parents and, while staying in my younger brother’s old room, I decided to see what was what. My brother has left a whole lot of clothes behind since he moved out of my folks’ house, so, even before the recession hit, I would take a t-shirt here or there just to pad around in or to use as a night shirt. After all, I’m not a dude and I’m not really trying to look like one. But I noticed he had a lot of nice denim and I thought maybe I could find something, although I did not have much hope ’cause he used to wear his clothes really baggy in the day and he’s taller than me. But lo and behold, I found a pair of jeans that actually fit–and they were from the Gap and I could rock them without in the least looking like a boy. I also found another pair of pants and a pair of shorts (with the tag still on them) that I could knock around in. So, I made out like a bandit [literally]. Will my brother want these clothes back? I dunno, but whatever, they’re mine now. So people, if you have siblings, shop their closets and don’t sleep on it just because your sibling is the other gender.

Mother Nature has been having her way with us lately. On Sunday night and Monday morning, Atlanta had record-breaking wind gusts creating havoc all over the city, including uprooting trees causing property damage and causing power outages for tens of thousands of customers.

A big oak tree fell in my parents’ yard, upended their back deck and landed squarely on their neighbor’s house. Fortunately, no one was hurt. Last night, I spent about an hour watching the tree removal guys maneuvering a crane over my folks’ house and loading and depositing big chunks of the tree in the driveway. I took some photos, pondering my strange fascination with the wreckage. It’s strange how such acts of nature bring folks together if for no other reason than to reflect over the carnage. The neighbors whose house the tree fell on came over for awhile to get out of the way of the damage, a lot of tree guys worked well into the day and night on Monday and Tuesday, and some other neighbors pulled out lawn chairs to gawk and talk. So I thought I’d share some of the fascination with the rest of you. Behold the remnants of a great oak tree.

Well, maybe not so fast. I heard a story on NPR today that there is a shortage of gun amunition. Because people are so afraid that Obama will tighten up on gun control, they’ve gone ape-shit trying to buy as many guns as they can and, along with it, the ammo. In light of the tragedies in Binghampton, NY and Pittsburgh this past week, it still amazes me that people are still so resistant to slowing down the proliferation of guns in this country. I personally subscribe to Chris Rock’s theory on gun control–making ammunition exorbitantly expensive so you have to think about whether you can afford to shoot somebody. So I first thought this new shortage might not be so bad; however, the shortage is crippling law enforcement’s access to ammunition too. Anyway, you might want to buy stock in a gun company, because that seems to be the one industry making money in this economy, but Lord help us if the police are out-gunned and “out-ammoed.”

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