You can't be too careful with Negroes. Even Negroes in wheelchairs resist arrest.

Hey, do you all remember the movie Training Day? Remember that scene where Snoop plays a wheelchair bound drug dealer and Ethan Hawke's character, the rookie detective, chases his ass down and checks him?

Apparently the D.C. Metro police saw it as well. They just don't trust you Negroes in wheelchairs. It could all be a hoax. Just another trick you Negroes like to play on the government to get a free SSI check.

Sadly, this poor dude was apparently homeless, and he really did need the wheelchair.

(Sorry dude, the president won't get involved. Maybe if you lectured at Haaavaad.)

But hey, I bet some folks will say that he deserved it. That he was resisting arrest. You know how some folks are.

Seriously. Couldn't they have just cuffed his ass to the chair and called it a day? Why did they have to yank him out and bloody him?

The po po in D.C. sure could use a refresher course on how to treat people with disabilities.

Anyway, watch the video and tell me what you think:

On lock.

Hi field hands. Your boy,thanks to Mrs.Field, is on lock down tonight.

Hey,it's either the blog or my wife...OK I think the wife wins.

Seriously, I spent the day taping a program at the "Newseum" in DC,and I am now at my vacation spot with the Mrs. I will have more about my DC experience later.

You field hands be safe this weekend and I will holla at you later.(Hopefully tomorrow if I get off lock down.:(

"Guess who is coming to dinner"?

The stars were out in DC tonight to see his O ness do his presidential stand up routine. (What? No Sarah Palin?) I have to say, that like most presidents before him, my man was pretty good. Some of you witty regulars here must have been writing some of those lines for him, because they were dead on.

I loved the line about his two daughters stealing Air Force One and going to New York. And I loved the line about Rahm Emanuel and Mother's Day. The fact that he called out MC Mike, and the clowns at FAKE NEWS made his routine even that much better for the kid.

So his O ness passed this test as well. I am sure the wingnuts were hoping he would fall flat on his face, but he didn't. His delivery was as smooth as a Roger Federer backhand. And it was a winner.

Before I go I want to say something on the eve of Mother's Day:

The first strong black woman I ever knew taught school full time and took care of her family while her husband went through years of graduate school. She then went on and got her own advanced degrees and became a renowned educator and leader in her own right. All this while doing a pretty damn good job of raising two children and holding down the home front.

Mom, I will always love you!!!

A Few Of My Favorite Things

People always ask me why I am so angry; why all the negative posts, and the venom towards a certain...ahem ahem, President. So I thought about it, and you know what; with the election just two days away, and my rethuglican friends that much closer to losing one and possibly both houses of congress, life ain't so bad after all. Now if I wake up Wednesday morning and both houses of congress are still republican...well, the bridge police on the Benjamin Franklin had better be on high alert. Because the field might just jump off that bad boy.

So anyway, I figured I would post about some of the little things in the fields life that makes it worth getting up every day. So with my apologies to the Sound of Music; here are a few of my favorite things:

The Spring and Fall on the East Coast. I love feeling the weather change, and watching the colors change on the trees.

Pretty calves with no stockings.

Coltrane at 2:00 AM.

Listening to a preacher give a good sermon.

Watching the FAKE NEWS NETWORK when the White House f#@#s up.

Festival and fried fish from Middle Quarters in St. Elizabeth Jamaica.

Halftime at a SWAC football game.

The PCH1 in December.

People watching at the airport.

Playing 18 holes with my homey and fellow yawdie John.

Hanging with my boys in Louisiana.

Mandeville, Jamaica. (If there is better year round weather anywhere in the world, I would like to know just where it is)

Boat House Row in Philadelphia.

An A.I. crossover. (I could watch that Michael Jordon clip over and over)

The feeling I get when I am in court.

Opelousas women.

Watching Saved By The Bell reruns. (it's a Lark thing))

A good political debate with someone whose opinion I respect. (My sister comes to mind)

Watching Jet Li kick some ass on the big screen.

Watching Denzel act his ass off.

Reading other people's blogs. (You can learn so much)

The California sunset.

That burning sensation I always feel after a good workout.

Old City Philadelphia.

Black Women.

Putting my thoughts on paper.

Marley in the morning. (It's better than breakfast)

The rain when I'm in bed.

Milk and cookies.

Acing someone in tennis.

Oxford Road in London.

Anywhere in New York or DC.

My Italian and Irish friends in Philly. ( I owe a great deal of my knowledge about how white folks really think to them)

Soccer played the Brazilian way.

Ackee and salt fish for breakfast.

Main street in Manayunk.

Any Jamaican restaurant in West Philly.

Women over fifty who look like they could be thirty five.

Datsun 280-z's

My 1986 Jeep Wrangler CJ. (Even if it's always in the shop)

Hip hop music.

Haitian art.

Amish baked goods.

Hiking through Fairmont Park.

Bicycling along Kelly Drive.

Leaving New Jersey.

"When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I am feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite
things, and then I don't feel so bad."

Damn I hope I can sing that song come Wednesday morning.