Showing posts with label Let Freedom Ring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Let Freedom Ring. Show all posts

Monday, January 21, 2013

Sing, Sing, Celebrate: Martin Luther King, Jr. and the Ratchet Artists Who Love Him

Today we celebrate the birth of one of the greatest civil rights leaders in our nations history, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. 

 Many of us will honor his memory by participating in service projects. Others will relax and take advantage of the day off from work. 


Because MLK would say "way to go bro" on the National Mall...
And then there are the other citizens of the universe who will sit at their computers for hours scouring the innanets for pictures and then work diligently trying to tie together, Dr. King, President Obama, Nelson Mandela, Malcolm X, James Brown, Trayvon Martin, and their cousin Day Day. All in the name of the dream.

There will be galas, brunches, parades, and all other manners of celebrations in his honor. Including this soiree put on by the Pensacola Power Circle:



Excuse me for a moment while I close my eyes and wish that this shit ain't here when I open them again.
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Damn. Didn't work. Welp, this one gets the blankest of stares and the most epic side-eye a girl can muster.

This is the part of black culture that I hate. My people can always find a way to take something that is respectful and honorable and create the most ratchet shit ever.

Really? We just gonna take a picture of The King and throw some Beats by Dre's on him? What exactly is this for? Are we tryna give the man street cred? 

I wish my mind was feeble, so that I could understand what is really going on. Okay, I'm lying. I'm pretty proud that my mind doesn't work this way. I think it's utterly disrespectful to put some Beats by Dre's on The King. Everybody knows he enjoyed the smooth sound of Thelonious Monk being played on his trusty victrola. 

I just know when folks walk in there will be nothing but the distinctive aroma of weed, sweat, and failure. 

I thought that nothing could get worse than turning the King into a 106 & Park VJ...then I saw this...



MLK bad looking like a bag o'money...

I should have known nothing good would come of it when I saw that the B.O.S.S.N.I.G.G.A.Z. were the one's putting on the function. I mean, I guess it makes sense though seeing as how it's all for Bad Bitch Sunday...

Although, I'm certain that the good Doctor relaxed with a nice glass of Henny every now and again, I'm pretty sure that he would never chill in front of somebody's Nikon flexing with the church offering and one of the members of the Mother Board in her draws. 

Why is this okay? Who approved this shit? I'm just know that there is one of these floating around with the man chilling in a wicker chair with 2 or 3 hoes on his lap or planking on a stack of money in front of a Biggie/Tupac airbrushed backdrop. Because that's what he was all about really. Money, hoes, and equality for all.


Pinky rings, Polo's, and processes...

I don't even have the words... so I'll just show you my reaction...

The people of the world with good common sense would like to request that all of you bootleg computer artists cease and desist. You are making us all look bad. And you are making the Good Lord   reconsider not rebooting the matrix. 

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Eyes Wide Shut

Today we are going to talk about racism.  And not just your average, everday, run of the mill Tea Party type of racism.  We are going to talk about subtle racism.  This shit that you see everyday that makes you go "....that ain't quite right". 

It's not always obvious.  But it's always racist. 

That said, I think I should take this time to tell you that it's impossible for Tee to be a racist.  And no, I'm not gonna say it's impossible for me to be racist because I'm black.  That's just dumb.  I can't be a racist because I don't like anybody.  That makes me a generalist.

However, I will say that because of my favorite brand of joke to tell, some people may tell you that I have problems with one particular ethnic group.  Such is not the case.  I have 3 white friends.

Am I inappropriate at times? Absolutely.  Do I say shit most people probably wouldn't say in mixed company? Yep.  But that's just Tee.  I see things and I point them out.  The good, the bad, and especially the ugly.  I don't mean to hurt feelings....but I don't mind. 

My disdain for most of you has nothing to do with your paint jobs.  In no way do I ever say things to make myself look superior to any one group of people, I don't want to be better than anyone. 

What I say is always the truth (as I see it).  No stereoptypes or racial propaganda.  I do what I do to make people think.  I hold a mirror up to dumbassness (and we all know that a dumbass can come in any color) and hope that changes are made after the dumbass sees his/her reflection.

But some people aren't as direct as me.  They are way more passive with their hatred.  Some people would say that I'm too sensitive to that kind of thing, that I worry about things that really don't matter in this day and age.  They say I look for racism in everything.  Truth is I really don't.  I just see it.  And when I see it, I point it out.  Just like I point out all the other dumb shit I see that I see during my day. 

For instance, the other day I decided to send hand-written notes out to friends.  I was looking through some note cards and came across a set that portrayed vintage Kellogg's cereal boxes.  I initially thought that the idea was cute and was excited to share the cuteness with friends.  At least that's how I felt until I saw a Cocoa Crispies on with a monkey tipping his straw hat. 

Seriously? This shit ain't appetizing.
This mess ain't cute.  Not at all.  At least it's not to me.

When you look at that you might see a delightful little chimp loving the hell outta some chocolatey deliciousness.

When I look at it, I see a lot more than that.

I see: cocoa (brown) + crispie (black) + monkey (commonly used as derogatory for blacks). Compund that with the fact that the monkey is wide-eyed, grinning, and tipping his hat like a Sambo and....well...you got a pissed off Tee.
If that wasn't bad enough, one of my friends posted a pic on FB that made me wanna toss eggs at Robert E. Lee's childhood home.

Some people like to rock the Confederate flag.  They say it's because they are proud of their Southern roots.  I'm sure that's acceptable for most.  I mean, I don't necessarily know what people are thinking when they rock a flag that most people view as a pro-slavery advertisement.  But I don't knock them, because nobody says anything to me when I rock my dashiki, black fist afro pick, and Malcolm X lavalier.  But still, I steer clear of folks rocking that flag, just like most people steer clear of me.
Oh? OK.

Truth be told, I'd rather hang with those folks.  Because, I have some sort of idea where their head is at.  They are pretty blatant with their shit.  Way more than the guy that came up with this "Coon Hunter" shirt.  If you didn't know any better, you would think that this guys shirt is promoting the hunting of furry little woodland creatures.  If you see what I see, you know that this right here is bull-fuckin-shit. 

But freedom of speech keeps me from really being able to do anything about it.  That's cool though.  When y'all see me with my new t-shirt with a little black girl harming a bowl full Zesta's and the tagline "I Crush Crackers", don't say a word.

I'm not going to point out all the subtle racism that I see everyday.  I just hope that those of you who can't/don't/won't see it open your eyes. 

And when you see it do like I do and point that shit out.  Shine a light on it.  Open up your mouth and say:

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I do this at least once a day.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

And One Shall Lead Them All...

I was talking to Hubby last night about some randomness.  Our conversation turned to some foolishness that this clown name Rand Paul (R-KY) said about equating universal healthcare to slavery....or something like that.

This dude is a clown.  Seriously.  How does one even fix their mouth to spout some bullshit like that? Even his homegirl in back was like "Nah son!"

Anyway, I don't want to spend all my time talking about this loon representing the good people of the Commonwealth of Kentucky.  While hanging my head in shame at the representation of my home state, I was inspired to write.

People voted for that fool Rand Paul.  They actually pushed a button that said they wanted him to be the voice of the people of KY. This got me to thinking.  What would the world be like if black people (and I only say black people because I happen to be black and I don't know what you white folks reading want out of life) actually picked a someone to represent them.  To speak for them on a national level so that all of our thoughts and opinions and concerns are known by all. 

Could you imagine what would happen if black people got together to fight for something that we truly believe in like the Tea Party did?  How awesome would that be? I'm not sure what we would call it, The Hot Cocoa Party? The Black Coffee Caucus? The Hot Water Cornbread Coalition? I'll have to think further on this...

*pause* I think I should take some time to let the good white folks (and others) reading this to know that I'm not planning some sort of negroid uprising behind your backs.  Don't call Faux News and em on me. *play*

What would happen if we all went to the polls and elected a spokesperson for all things black? I'm not saying that we need an exact clone of Malcolm and Martin.  Although, that would be nice.  I'm thinking that a leader these days has to be a little bit different than those guys.

Look, don't think that I'm dissing these dudes.  That's not what I'm doing at all.  Malcolm X happens to be one of the people alive or dead that I would invite to Sunday dinner.  I would invite Adolf Hitler too.  How crazy would that meal be? I've actually imagined how it would go in my head, but that's a story for another time. 

Anyway, I appreciate everything that past leaders and activists have done for the black community.  Without their sacrifices of time and sometimes their life, I would not be able to do many of the things that I do today.  Like ride in the front of the bus, vote, or spew bullshit via this blog on these innanets.

But like I said before, shit is different these days. I don't want to say that it's because the social climate in the world is different and that these types of leaders not needed.  Anybody who believes that is sadly mistaken.  The issues that these leaders from the past that I speak of are still a problem today.  Hell, some of it is worse.  Because of this that I feel like there needs to be someone that we can look to to represent our community on the world stage.  Someone who can take our issues to "The Man" (whoever that is) and be a voice for us.  Someone who can lead us in protests, sit-in, telethons, YouTube video competitions, revivals, and what not.

But we don't have anyone these days who is capable of doing this.  In fact, I'll go out on a limb and say that the people who currently consider themselves the leaders in the black community are truly incapable of leading anything.  Well, that's not true.  Some of them can lead a whole group of folks into all sorts of foolishness.  Eddie Long got a bunch of you thinking that having barely legal boys as travel companions is perfectly fine behavior and Creflo Dollar (and his bottom bitch Taffi) got y'all planting seed offerings at the altar for Lear jets and Maybachs...that you'll only see in Polaroids passed during Wednesday Bible study. 

Now I know a couple of y'all pressed pause on that one.  Nobody wants anybody to talk about the folks that are supposed to be helping our people reached the proverbial Promised Land.  Can't be calling folks pimps and pedophiles all willy nilly.

Welp.  I didn't get that memo.  Or maybe I ignored it.  Tomaytoe, tomahtoe.

It is my opinion that today's black leaders are so full of selfishness and aintshitness that they are incapable of doing anything more that provide a few soundbites and fodder for blogs and local news. 

Back in the day a person would start a movement from their front porch, out of church basements and what not.  Any injustice qualified as a reason to stand up and say something.  These days, if it doesn't get you an interview with Sean Hannity or a guest spot next to Barbara Walters on The View our "leaders" don't want anything to do with it.

Honestly, I don't think black folks could get a grass roots movement for change started if our lives depended on it.  Hold up, I take that back.  Let somebody ban the use of synthetic yaki or grown men with cornrows and some of you fools will be picketing and singing "We Shall Overcome" like it's 1952.  You know who you are. 

I know some of you are disagreeing right now.  You are probably yelling out a list of folks that have appointed themselves leaders for all those black, brown, yella, and downtrodden.

Well, stop it.  Stop it right now.  The people you just called out ain't worth a damn.

Let us discuss some of those options please.  The way I see it, black people usually pull our pool of candidates for leadership from 3 distinct groups: preachers, intellectuals, and athletes. When you read my list you'll pretty much be able to figure out where everybody goes.  Some can fit into more than on category.  Some are shaky on fitting into one.  And most of them are going to be preachers because that's who we as a people usually look to for guidance and leadership. 

So anyway, I present to you:

Your Options

 
1. President Barack Obama.  Well, this one was pretty obvious, wasn't it? n Why wouldn't he be a candidate? He's the leader of the damn free world! Can't get much more leaderish than that.  The dude has swagger on a thousand billion trillion! He has an awesome voice. It's like a super, smooth Quiet Storm D.J. When he talks, people listen.  Even if they don't want to hear what he has to say. That voice...  Okay, enough of that.  I'm not trying to have Chelly O going Southside on my ass and pulling out her razor on me.

What were we talking about? Oh yeah, anyway, another thing we have to think about is that just because he's black doesn't mean that all decisions he makes will be for the betterment of black people only.  He's the PRESIDENT.  He has more constituents to worry about than just those with high levels of melanin.   As a side note while we are talking about the President I just thought I'd get out something I've been holding on to for a minute.  It seems like some of you folks are confusing this guy with this guy I know named Jesus.  You act like this man can wave his hand and the oceans will be stilled.  That he's so light on his feet that he won't sink when he steps out on some water.  You think that just because he's a brother that shit will automatically be better and different for you.  This needs to stop.  He's just a man.  A man, who happens to be black, who's 9-5 happens to be the POTUS.  He doesn't have time for the woes of all black people.  Stop acting like he's going to change the world for you personally because of his paint job. So...while POTUS gets my vote for being leader of the free world, it's a nay for him being leader of black folks.

2. Rev. Jesse Jackson.  One good thing about this dude is that he can go to foreign countries and get hostages freed.  I think he's done it like twice already.  I believe this is because he has no real command of the English language and those who speak English as a second language can relate.  I only understand every 3rd word that comes out of his mouth.  Now I don't discriminate against our brethren who are not fluent in the English, but I won't be voting for their worldwide representation either.
3. Louis Farrkhan.  He's nothing like the good Rev. Jackson.  He speaks so well!  I mean, when the dude talks you gotta listen.  He's the best kind of orator because he mingles truth with subtle (and sometimes not so subtle) put downs.  He makes you really think about things that are going on in the world.  Also, he's pretty easy on the eyes.  At least compared to the other guys. I mean if you like that yellow bone, mean side part, $1000 pinstriped suit wearing geriatric deliciousness, I won't judge.  Well, I will, but not a lot.  Thing is, this man is batshit crazy.  He can drop all kinds of well informed jewels, but he'll follow up with some "I've been yanked up by aliens" or "Me and E.T. had brunch at the Four Seasons last week"  or "I spent the weekend with my alien concubine and she dropped me off on the White House lawn" type shit and negate all of the positive messages that he put down.  I find it truly frustrating.  Because sometimes I really want to agree with the dude. But he gets a no from me too.

4. Rev. Al Sharpton, this dude is  fearless.  I'll give him that.  But he has to be.  Any grown ass man that will get on a television show that is viewed throughout the whole damn world  rocking a hard press and curl has got to have balls the size of the Rock of Gibraltar.  No man should ever have hair that looks like it belongs on your MeMaw's wig stand.  Do you really want a dude that looks like this representing our people to the world? I sure don't.  Also, I fear that if chosen there would be a whole regions of people who would mistake him for Big Worm and then who would take him seriously?

5. Tyler Perry.  I picked this guy as an example, because some of you act like his movies and plays are some serious life changing shit.  Y'all are really believing that this dude represents the black community through an old broad wearing a bad wig and packing a .45.  Y'all can go on somewhere with that.  Always saying that there's somebody in your family that "acts just like that".  Ummmmm.....no.   Plus, nothing good can come from having a leader whose initials are TP.  Folks wipe their asses with that.  Some people (I see you Spike Lee) want to do that with his DVDs.  But that can't be a healthy or safe habit to have.  So let's keep our citizens asses chafe free...and keep him over --------->>> there. 

6.  Oprah Winfrey. Look, if this broad ain't playing Miss Sophia, then I don't want nothing to do with her.  She's at the top of my aintshit list.  I blame Oprah for everything that's wrong with the world.  I blame her for Tyler Perry.  I blame her for global warming.  I blame her for Myspace.  I blame her for Lil Boosie.  I blame her for bad lace-front wigs.  I think she invented jeggings.  Oprah is the root of all evil.  But most of you can't see it.  You think that she's something special because she's got billions and billions of dollars. *Dr. Evil voice* She's got you fooled.  Building schools in Africa and giving away cars with her right hand and doing all kinds of unknown evil shit with her left.  I don't know what that evil is.  I just know she's doing it.  Look at each and every cover of her magazine (because nobody else is worthy of the cover), you can see it in her eyes.  Something in the milk ain't clean with this broad.  Nah, Oprah gets no vote from me.  She ain't right. 

7. Kobe Bryant. I almost picked Albert Haynesworth...but...well I won't touch that dude.  Not that he would touch me back anyway.  I pick Kobe because he has legions of black men hanging from his testicular region right now anyway.  He may as well segue all this power into making a difference for all black people.  Imagine how proud some of you would be to be able to say Kobe was your representative.  I'm sure Vanessa wouldn't let him stay out once the street lights come on, but imagine the shit he could do while the sun is still high in the sky? I heard he's going to have some free time so y'all may wanna put in some calls and get him to figure out what his platform is.  But whatever it is he gets a no from me.

Well, that's my list so far.  I was going to add Steve Harvey, but I got pissed off at myself for even thinking it. 

Anyway, what do you think of my list? I think it pretty much backs up the notion that we're coming up with a big ole 0 when it comes to leaders.  But then again it's probably just me being picky.  I tend to do that. 

And before you ask, no I won't be nominating myself.  I'm trying to be ruler of the universe.  I don't have time to be dealing with the likes of you.






Monday, January 17, 2011

I Have a Dream!

Today the nation celebrates the birth of Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. On this day we are supposed to participate in activities that work towards the goal of keeping Rev. King's dream of racial equality alive.  There will be breakfasts, brunches, parades, church services, and special activities geared toward the betterment of your community.  I find all of these things admirable.  Especially with the social climate our country and the world today.  We all need to be doing everything that we can to make sure that everyone is seen by who they are. That we are judged by our actions and contributions to society. 

Currently I'm reflecting on Rev. King's famous "I Have A Dream" speech and thinking of all of the things that I could be doing right now to make the world a better place.  Wondering what Tee could be doing to make a change? Since I am a firm believer in providing service to all mankind, this shouldn't be too hard for me.   We already now that I'm down for making the world a better place for me to rule and govern, so the things that I'm about to say should not surprise you. 

In keeping with the theme of the day I've decided to tell you all about all of the things that I dream of, the things that I wish could happen sometime in the immediate future to make the world a better place for you and me.  These things may also be the dreams of someone that you know and love.  They may also be something that you didn't even know needed changing.  Fair warning, you are going to judge me before this is all over with, but try to stay with me until the end. 

I Have A Dream - The Official TeeMix

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down as one of the most prolific blog posts in Tee's history. 

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream.  

I have a dream all women will remember to wear Spanx and other appropriate foundation garments will be worn under leggings, jeans, tight dresses, and St. John's suits.  

I have a dream that the appearance of BADs and VPLs will be eradicated with the use of said foundation garments.

I have a dream that black women and white women will make hair removal a priority.  That XXs with beards, side burns, hairy legs, thick eyebrows, and fuzzy arm pits will be shut down!

I have a dream that grown men will stop wearing cornrows.

I have a dream that young men will recognize that wearing a belt is not a bad thing.  That wearing their pants OVER their ass is necessarily a bad thing either.

I have a dream that good music will make a comeback.  That instead of folks telling us to "say ah" and "imma beat it up" that someone will say "turn off the lights" and we'll be able to figure out what happens next.

I have a dream that my little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.  That their character will not be judged by the dumb shit that they say and do.  That their illogical and illegal postings on FB and Twitter will not follow them for the rest of their days like bad credit.
I have a dream today.

 I have a dream that people will stop acting like President Barack Obama is the second coming of Jesus Christ.  He is just a man.  He is not here to save the world. 

I have a dream that one day, down in Arizona, with its vicious racists, with its governor having her lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Arizona, little brown boys and brown girls will be able to join hands with other little boys and girls.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that all of these things will happen in my lifetime.  That I will see a world where foolishness, shenanigans, tomfoolery, and ridiculousness are only things that we recall in our memories.  This is my hope.  This is the faith that I surf the innanets with.  That we will be set free from the bondage of no common sense and piss poor decisions!

And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

I have a feeling more people are gonna hate me off of this one than the time I talked about Eddie Long's wig and Creflo Dollar's shady bookkeeping. Ah well. You all will totally get over it eventually.  It's not like I called MLK Jr. out of his name or anything.  I merely used his words as a catalyst for change in my world.  Isn't that what this day is all about anyway?