Just Say No

It seems like the last few years has seen the major grocery stores, I suppose in some attempt to bring back that old fashioned customer service has instituted the policy of asking every person buying anything, if they need help out. To this question, just say no. There is nothing more irritating than seeing an able bodied person letting someone else schlep their stuff. Granted, there are plenty of people who genuinely need assistance, but come on. I bet that 95% of the people who do ask for help are the same ugly people who don't let you merge into their lane on the freeway(you know who you are, oh cowards who creeps your car forward without having the dignity to look me in the eye as you don't let me in)

It really boils down to personal responsibility does it not? When did it become ok to not pull one's own weight?

Confederate Flag

So it begins again.(I swiped this line from my friend Jason http://theobamanation.com/blog/). Mike Huckabee rolls out the first hate bomb of the campaign season. Advocating the Confederate flag is such a cheap pandering tactic. I get the idea of states rights. I get that many people died on both sides for all the wrong reasons. I get that most of those Confederate soldiers were not slave owners. But you just cannot deny the racist baggage it carries. On Bill Maher last week, DL Hughley said what all Black people know, that invoking the Confederate flag is code for "we hate Black folks". Trace Adkins half heartedly tried to make the case that this is not what White people in the south are about when they invoke the flag, but come on. The swastika may be some sort of positive Indian symbol in reverse but it does not negate its power to an Aushwitz survivor. The Confederate flag is equally woven into our fabric.

I hope Huckabee is ready for the explosion to come. Besides the one happening to his waistline.

Signs of the Apocalypse

So I'm at the House of Blues the other night minding my own business, taking in Reel Big Fish, when I see something for the first time in my life. A Black dude with absolutely no rhythm. He and his girlfriend danced their little hearts out singing along like there was no tomorrow and all I could think was, wow.... these are definitely the final days. But the harder they partied, the more I realized that this is actually a really good thing. We, and by we I mean Black people have come so far that some of us can't dance. We have to take progress wherever we can get it. Rock on bad dancer.