Showing posts with label girlfriend.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label girlfriend.. Show all posts

Monday, May 14, 2012

It won't be Condi, and Usain makes a run for it.

I have some bad news for my republican Negro friends: None of you will be on the republican presidential ticket this year. The same might be true for women and Hispanics.

"Mitt Romney’s campaign is looking to fill its vice presidential slot with a “boring white guy,” according to one Republican who is privy to some details of the campaign’s decision.

Politico reports that Romney is trying his hardest to pick “a deliberate anti-Palin,” and apparently that means he cannot pick a person of color or a woman:
One Republican official familiar with the campaign’s thinking said it will be designed to produce a pick who is safe and, by design, unexciting – a deliberate anti-Palin. The prized pick, said this official: an “incredibly boring white guy.”
Of course, there are plenty of women and people of color who would be perfectly boring — and suitable — choices for Romney’s running mate: Sen. Marco Rubio (R-FL) is a crowd favorite, Louisiana Bobby Jindal (R) is about as boring as it gets, and there’s plenty of hubbub over Sen. Kelly Ayotte (R-NH). But the objective of boring, white, and male shows that the Romney campaign will prioritize absolute vanilla-ness over the candidate who may be best for the job." [Source]

This sounds a little racist to me; why does a white guy have to be boring?
Anyway, I hope that Sarah Palin sees what she has done. She has made it hard for women and people of color to get another shot on the republican stage.

I would never try to tell a republican what to do. But Flipper, if you really want shake up this presidential race and increase your chances of beating his Oness come November, you would choose Condi Rice as your running mate. There is nothing boring about Condi. And she is quite competent to boot. But I get it, republicans, especially white male ones; do not associate women- especially women of color-with competence.

Finally, speaking of women of a certain color, I see that Usain Bolt decided to call it splitsville from his melanin challenged paramour. I sure hope that this had nothing to do with the backlash the speedy one got for choosing a white mate. He says that it's because he has to focus on training for the Olympics. I will take his word for it. But the timing of this break up is a little suspect. And apparently I am not alone in thinking that Usain might have caved to some yawdie backlash.

Hey, it might not be right, but believe me, I understand it. If Bolt had stayed in his relationship and he doesn't medal in London, that poor woman's life (not to mention his) would have been unlivable on the Island. I don't care if she is white, black, gold, or green.





    



Tuesday, July 07, 2009

The power of the booty.

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I have tried to hold out posting in more detail about the Air McNair tragedy, but I can't anymore. I just have to drop a few lines about the power of the booty and some of the pitfalls that come with chasing it.

I must admit that I was inspired to write this post after reading one of my favorite writers, Elmer Smith's take on all this cheating and creeping going on in the news lately. At first, like everyone else, I thought it was great to see powerful men get caught with their pants down. Especially powerful men who happen to be first class hypocrites. But then, one of the the booty calls, took a tragic turn for the worse, and it (the booty) took the life of a man who most of us still want to remember in a different way.


Steve McNair was creeping on his wife. We have heard that it was getting serious with the "jump off" ( Will one of you Negroes reading this please explain to our white readers what a "jump off" is? Thanks). Now from all indication (and I am just speculating here, so please save your journalism 101 lectures) McNair's "jump off" was getting in too deep, and he wanted to end it all. Well, the "jump off" wasn't having it, and the rest, as they say, is history.

Now I have a partner or two (or three) with "jump offs" (don't worry, I am not going to do a Kobe on you guys) and if you think it's just rich athletes who stash their "jump offs", you would be wrong. There is quite a lot of that going on in society. *In my best Bernie Mac voice.*Long ago. Long long long ago. Waaaaayyy before Mrs. Field..... I was seeing a sister who, as it turns out, was a "jump off" for someone else. Girlfriend told me in no uncertain terms that our relationship couldn't go anywhere, because her benefactor was doing way more for her than the kid could ever do. I got the hint, and kept moving. BTW, I suspect that there are quite a few women with male jump offs as well, so please lets not make this a gender issue.


Now the thing about athletes is that they don't have to work as hard as the rest of the guys in society when it comes to dating. Women go looking for them. It's a whole different ball game (no pun intended) when you make millions and you have a high profile. I am not excusing what McNair did, but let's not pretend that what he was doing was that rare. And money is not the only aphrodisiac, power is a powerful one,too. Just ask Bill Clinton or any of those philandering clowns (from both parties) in Washington. Sadly, no matter how many of them the booty takes down they never seem to learn. Family,career, constituents, they can all be damned. Nothing beats the power of the booty. Nothing.


Personally, I don't come down as hard on those folks who fall to the power of the booty. We all have our weaknesses and shortcomings. Whatever happens is between the booty chaser, his wife, and his god. As long, of course, as he is not a hypocrite. Translated: As long as he is not some family values wingnut republican telling me how to live my life.


Steve McNair, wasn't telling me how to live my life. Steve McNair was a great athlete who I enjoyed watching play football and who played with great courage. Steve McNair also had some personal flaws and those flaws, more than likely, cost him his life. Steve McNair was unlucky, he picked the wrong "jump off".


Fellows, this is a PSA from the field: Always remember Steve McNair.



Oh, on a final note: I caught some of the MJ funeral today, and I must say it seemed like it was all done in good taste. --Color me surprised.--- The family really looked dignified and the send off had a good old fashion Southern Baptist feel to it. Good for the Jacksons, and good for all the people who were fortunate enough to be there.
*Pic. compliments of TMZ.