Category Archives: Crime

Who’s Afraid Of Dating The Big Bad Wolf??

Has it come to this?  Singles, I know the pickins are slim but damn!  The statistics are frightening and the reality can be discouraging but we have to make sure for our own sanity and perhaps our own safety that we don’t mistake being somebody’s somebody for being anybody’s somebody.    Not everyone deserves the opportunity to impact our lives and the lives of the little ones who depend on us.

This is a real tragedy.  (click here)  Devastating!  Let’s not waste the lesson in it.  I’ll admit you never know what folks are experiencing until you walk a mile in their shoes but I’d like to think that, as a therapist, I wouldn’t marry any student – especially if the class I taught was anger management.  The suspect just got out of jail, then had to attend anger management class.  And if I was going to marry someone who has to take a special class to manage his anger, I’d like to think I wouldn’t pick a recent graduate.  Perhaps I’d pick someone with an advanced degree in anger management.  Maybe someone who passed the practicum with flying colors or published a paper on it.  We certainly wouldn’t be moving his tassel from one side to the other on the way to the altar.  The last thing I need is to finally find my soul mate only to be stabbed 57 times with a butter knife because I didn’t pass him the gravy the first time he asked.

Not to trivialize this…because the real tragedy is the child who lost his mother and the tremendous hurdle he’ll spend the rest of his life trying to clear.  Perhaps he’ll continue the cycle of abuse, certainly he’ll have anger of his own to conquer.  With a bit of blessing, the remaining adults in his life will squeeze out of this horrific experience the only possible teaching moment – violence is not a means of communication, for anger or any other emotion.

Keepin’ Yo’ Head Above Water, Makin’ A Wave When You Can…Ain’t We Lucky We Got’em??? Good Ti-i-i-mes!!!

Being poor in America in a lot of ways is just not the same as being poor in other countries. When you are poor in the Congo or Bangladesh or the Ukraine or Guatemala – you don’t have shoes or toilets or or hygiene or teeth. When you’re poor in America? You got cigarettes and cable and vacations and, thanks to our being a welfare state, a mad sense of entitlement.

Now, before you jump on my ass, I get that some of us poor folks, the ones who are struggling to make ends meet are not the same as others of us poor folks who sit and wait for handouts. When you do your absolute best and sustenance remains outside of your reach, then you hold your up high and get the assistance that you need to feed your family while you get back on your feet as fast as you can. Perhaps someone in your family is sick and medicine is winning the war over food, maybe your wife rolled out with a neighbor and left you with a mortgage and five kids, each of them crumb snatchers wanting to eat every day, maybe your man can’t keep his hands to himself and you had to get his ass hauled away. Life happens.

In this recession, that six months of living expenses that’s supposed to be tucked away in your savings account is a figment of some childless white man’s imagination. I don’t believe anyone in their right mind has a problem with politicians – Democrat or Republican – who support temporary social services for folks are fighting to stay afloat but still need a lifeboat. That’s not who we’re talking about here (click here)

Now, you know good and hell well, you can’t just give a gang of folks no free debit cards…all willy nilly. This was never a good idea. Of course, you’re going to have some folks abuse the system. This wouldn’t be California otherwise. Fraud is rampant all over California. If you were going to work this system in 49 other states with no problem, California was going to be the state that would buck the trend and do something a little felonious.

But $1.8 million dollars withdrawn from the casino floor in the last 8 months? Damn. Let’s do a little research and a little math. $1.8 million dollars withdrawn from ATM’s that charge $5-6 per transaction…yes, I did say $5-6 dollars. Feels like gettin’ shot, don’t it? For every old suspicious-ass uncle who ever told you a conspiracy theory, please call him right now and apologize for your skepticism because THAT IS how they getcha! Anyway, assuming a $300 withdrawal limit, we’re talking 6,000 transactions. At $6 bucks a pop? The ATM company made $36,000 (this is an egregiously low estimate cuz realistically folks were withdrawing smaller amounts which mean more transactions to get to the 1.8 milli but whatevs) Now, the $1.8 milly got popped on the floor which the casino undoubtedly turns into a ri-damn-diculous profit margin since the odds are designed to lean in their favor PLUS they get a commission on the luck of your draw, my little leprechaun. Not exactly magically delicious for the taxpayers though, eh?

But here’s the biggest stick in your ass. Of those plays, SOMEBODY won and likely hit big. Off of our money, taxpayers. And we ain’t get shit. Well, yes we did. But what we got ain’t usually talked about in polite company.

But thank God that Arnold Schwarzenegger has stepped in to save the day. He’s gotten all the little deviant welfare careerists who scammed the system in the first place…to promise they wouldn’t do it again. Wow, dude really doesn’t know dick about people. There’s a difference between good folks that need help and the assholes who are defrauding the system. This ain’t calculus, dude. Every single person who made a withdrawal from a casino needs their benefits cut off and the money returned. Period. I don’t need a promise, I don’t need a commitment. I need my damn money back. I was a California tax payer for 10 years and this stings like a mofo.

I support the elimination of the direct, recurring free cash benefit in California. California Dems can kiss my ass. Unless they are going to properly legislate and enforce proper oversight and protocols, this is just not a system that works. I stand with my fellow Republicans who want to shut down the access @ ATMs at liquor stores, adult stores, bars, hair salons etc. I don’t care about the civil liberties of a welfare recipient that wants to purchase a fifth of vodka and freshly pressed hair with my money. Unless, of course, you are a white or Asian woman with black babies. Then, you should be allowed to use your benefits at hair salons. Y’all got them po’ babies walking around lookin’ like who shot John. How long are we going to let our little mulatto children look like their headbands should be made of yellow crime scene tape? But enough about my childhood…

I’m Gonna Get You High…Cuz It’s Friday, You Ain’t Got No Job And You Ain’t Got Sh*t To Do…Plus I Have Some Extra!

I read a lot news stories. I meet a lot of people. But once in a while, once every blue moon, I come across a story, a person so special, so indescribably special…I just want to sign ‘em for the damn Special Olympics with all the other special kids so they can all be winners.

Is it me or is this chick not clappin’ with both hands? (click here)

I don’t even know where to begin, people. I can’t even get my brain wrapped around how stupid this chick is. First of all, anyone with 13 suitcases weighing 506 lbs is up to no good as sure as everyone named Candy is destined to be a stripper at some point in her (or, let’s face it, his) life. 506 lbs! C’mon, peoples, it’s either gonna be drugs in those suitcases OR the chopped up remains of a really chunky neighbor. Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that one out. Plus is there anyone reading this article who does not believe the original weight was 510 lbs? How do you think she concocted this whole plan in the first place. This plan is much like taking your new cell phone apart to figure out where you lost your dial tone. Only a good idea when you’re high. Secondly, where the hell is she finding her staff? It’s hard to find good help! And her help is good! Dumb as monkey poop. But good! They assist, they guard AND they carry bags? Puh-lease! I once had a housekeeper who wouldn’t even do the damn dishes without giving me a whole buncha effin’ sass. If I had asked her to carry bags, I suspect I would be a weird odor coming outta one of those suitcases right now.

And if all that wasn’t was a dead-ass give away, this broad had 3 cell phones, cocaine, crack pipes, bongs and financials, yes, I said financials, in her possession. In other words, she put that shit in QuickBooks. I read that line over and over again because I really wanted it to say something different…about her, about the human gene pool in general, and about us as a people. I keep holdin’ out for hope that we are not as dumb as we look. But ever since the LifeLock guy gave the world his social security number on T.V., the course human evolution was pulled into a colossal vortex and reversed. Even typing this post is getting harder by the second as my thumbs become less and less opposed to my fingers. So I guess now drug dealers are packaging up their incriminating evidence into neat, convenient little do-it-yourself “stack and track” arrest kits so that DEA can enjoy one stop shopping for all their forensic needs?

*Sigh* Anyway…so, now this chick caught a case, undoubtedly for some raggedy man who can’t pull his hand out of his shorts long enough to call her mama to get the bail money. She ’bout to do a bid for possession and intent to distribute. Which is shame, because anyone lookin’ at her knows that the true crime against humanity is that eyeliner. Remember, ladies…makeup’s your FRIEND if you remember to BLEND!

Since British Petroleum Is Clearly Not Able To Clean This Mess Up, I Guess BP Now Stands For Barack’s Problem

The oil spill puts a true Obama girl like me into a difficult position. It’s not that I expect him to figure out how to stop the leak. If I may channel my inner Johnny Cochrane for a moment – If BP can’t see, then BO don’t know. I’m cool with that. But I do expect the Prez to get in BP’s ass and stay there until the leak is stopped, the American people are honestly informed, and the future impacts are identified and mitigated to every extent possible. In other words, we need a clear and communicated plan of attack. It’s on you, Prezzy Prez, whatchu gon’ do? Lemme tell you what I personally want.

First, let’s never forget that 11 lives were lost on that rig in the explosion that started it all. So, I’d like to see the feds hold BP accountable for those American lives if there is evidence of negligence or foul play. At present, those lives seem to be forgotten short of a brief memorial service and an investigation by BP into the actions of its contractors. While it’s important to remember them, it’s critical to avenge them and get justice and closure for their families. No jokes here.

Second, we need the government to force BP to allow the American people to look up BP’s skirt and get all up in its bidness. I, for one, wanna know what’s going on all up in there because, truth be told, it’s just lookin’ like a big ole cluster f—- right now. Ain’t no tellin’ what we’re gonna find in there. According to Newsweek, photogs are reporting that BP and local governments are preventing them from taking pictures of the most telling aspects of the spill. (click here) This is where I’d expect the federal gov’t to enforce full disclosure of the damage. Period. Let’s start collecting data and reconstructing the crime. I mean does NOBODY in government watch CSI? That’s how you do it! Look, there’s some lying and some collusion going on here and it’s all being covered up by thick layer of tar and sludge and slime. And by slime, I mean BP overpaid, squishy-bottom management. See, I think the problem we’re having with BP right now is that they tryna cover their asses before they clean up their shit. Every potty trained adult knows that just leads to an itchy butt. (Yes, I do realize the analogy fell apart somewhere but I’m a lover, not a writer. ) Which leads me to my minor point – those photogs are pretty brave to be snitchin’. Last year, BP netted $63 billion gross profits. This is the kind of money that can lead to dead, bloated photographers floating in an oily marinade of salty water and tar balls, if you know what I mean.

Third, I’d like the federal government to expand this full disclosure policy and increase regulatory controls to the other oil companies who are not better, just luckier, than BP. The law of competition tells us that the other oil companies are not employing significantly better controls and safety procedures than BP, otherwise, they wouldn’t be as profitable…yet they are. With the worst and the second worst environmental disasters separated by a mere twenty years, it’s evident that the oil companies are clearly incapable of self-policing. Just like children and some grown ass men, these companies will get away with as much bad behavior as we let them.

Lastly, I’d like to see us revisit old ideas as well as generate new ones. I’d like to see the field opened up to all thinkers, inventors and kinda smart people. As a rule, BP shouldn’t be allowed to poo-poo anyone’s ideas. Some good old-fashioned American ingenuity and innovation is what we need here, folks, and I don’t care how many East Indians, Russians and Chinese we have to outsource the problem to in order to solve it! There’s no way that this problem can’t be solved. I’m half an engineer my damn self…and even my goofy ass has some ideas. Imagine what a geek who HASN’T destroyed half his/her brain cells with alcohol could come up with! Brillante!!

So, POTUS, if you can hear me now…(I’m not sure if the mental telepathy thing works anymore since I stopped calling you My Boo) what you’re saying surely sounds presidential but what we’re looking for indeed is leadership in deed. I know you can do it…and I still got yo’ back!

Let’s Stop Whispering Down The Lane and Raise One Voice- One Loud Ass Voice -Preferably Like Rosie Perez’s Character in Do The Right Thing. RIP Yeardly Love.

 Now, that Chris Brown has gotten the thumbs up from the judge, I gotta ask. How long are we gonna punish this kid for what was obviously a criminal, morally reprehensible but probably learned response? When is enough enough? Today, we have a one-sided view of domestic violence. Rescue the victim, vilify the abuser. But nobody is made well; cured of this disease. How’s that working for us, people? Chris Brown, George Huguely, Lawrence Taylor…and that’s just the news today.

Domestic violence makes for good T.V.

[Scene] Pictures of bloodied, beaten victims; lifeless forms covered in white sheets, tossed and strewn wildly in struggle; contained neatly by the boundary of yellow police tape.

[Insert that Law and Order noise] Diapered, crying children traumatized and barefooted.

[Dramatic announcer voice] What kind of monster would beat so mercilessly those he professes to love?

[cut to] Wild-eyed psychopath hiding in the bushes. Cue the villagers marching down the street, torches and righteous indignation in hand.

Meanwhile, the villagers march past the dude that actually did it cause we’re so busy chasing the big “after the fact” drama, we don’t notice the guy who speaks just a little too sharply to the girl across the table on their second date. We march right past that mofo. Or, the guy who can’t disagree with his chick without grabbing her arm. Nope, no batterer here. Or, even the girl who thinks that her man really loves her cuz he gets crazy when other dudes check for her. All’s fair in love and war!

But instead of catchin’ the problem at this stage, we runnin’ around behind Chris Brown’s little fairy ass boycotting Target for selling his CD’s. WTF?

Instead of that, let’s just explore how both sides are participating in a dysfunctional situation. Some stay because they got nothing else, shame on US! But some stay because they KNOW nothing else, shame on us…again. Somebody’s gotta say it. Something ain’t right if you’re an abuser; something else ain’t right if sticking around for the abuse. Now, if you try to say that out loud, folk will shout you down about how you never, never blame the victim but that ain’t what I said. I’m not even talking about blame, I’m talking about healing. If your body has disease, would you try to heal one side only and disregard the other? Make no bones about it, the willingness to abuse someone is a disease and so is the willingness to be abused. A fatal one without intervention.

We were all horrified by the pictures of Ri-Ri cuz that little girl got lumped up bad. Lucky for her. Because it forced her out of a situation that could have ultimately killed her. Chris ain’t just wake up one day and start laying down the hammer for now reason. And neither did George Huguely. But Yeardly Love is dead today because she wasn’t lucky enough to get her ass beaten real bad first. See, all her friends and teammates knew that her boyfriend was off. No one said a word. Because George Huguely didn’t fit the profile of the big monster killer…then. Folks wanted him to get help but they didn’t want to pull the trigger on having him ostracized for life. For the record, not everyone is gonna hold back like that. If some folks see a man get too handsy with a chick, they’ll turn him in. Sure, snitches get stitches, but some call po-po on bitches!)

So, we have to release that boy from the bondage of who he was and free him to become a better person. Not cuz we like ‘em…cuz to tell you the truth, I know some chicks who can prolly take it straight to Chris Brown and wear that little yellow ass out. He wouldn’t be giving out but one lump that day and that would the last lump he levied in his life. No, we need to let him move on because other people, young impressionable people, in similar situations are watching how we respond. If try to punish him forever, other men with this problem won’t seek help and other girls, like Yeardly Love, who are being abused won’t seek help because they don’t want someone they love to be vilified forever.

We’ve got to show them a sensible path to healing: education, awareness, outreach. That’s should be our Promise to them. Here’s an excellent start.. There’s one thing I know (and quite possibly, just one)…regular folk don’t go from zero to crazy in sixty seconds. That kinda dysfunction develops over time. You don’t grab somebody’s Lamborghini keys and throw ‘em out of the window on the first date! Neither do you put someone in a choke hold while exchanging pleasantries. It builds up over time. The old adage is true: you can boil a frog alive if raise the temperature one degree at a time. Help, real help nips that shit in the bud early through education and awareness. So, that we can pass something other than the legacy of violence and abuse down to da kids. And y’all know, Kymmie Kym luh da kids. (Unless them little bastards get outta line…)

Some Folks Don’t Learn Well Without A Good Shankin’ Every Now and Again

This poor guy!!  (click here)  First, he gets his ass beat by an angry mob in Kensington.  Then, he gets jumped by correctional officers in jail and beaten into critical condition and he’s now in the hospital.

The ONLY thing that could make this story better…is if a mob of angry nurses pulled him out of bed and WORE his ass OUT on the cold germy floor of the pediatric unit. Ahhhh! Good times.

Poetic justice, indeed.

It’s A Thin Blue Line Between Love and Hate…

Why is it that crimes committed against police officers carry a higher penalty than crimes committed against civilians but bad cops can commit all kinds of heinous crimes without higher penalties?  Don’t they have a higher duty of care to protect and serve? 

I’m so cool on these bad seed cops (click here)  they don’t even make for good cinema anymore.  Now, bad cop stories read more like reality t.v.  What happened to the good old days when you could teach your kids to look for a cop whenever they were lost or otherwise in trouble?  Nowadays, we have to caution kids that a police uniform no longer automatically means you’re safe.  That really sucks.  No more lost red-haired kid, sitting on the sarge’s desk, wearing the captain’s hat and eating an ice cream cone; no more afro’d kid, handcuffed to the intake officer’s desk, nursing a black eye with his shoulder, bleeding from his mouth and asking repeatedly if he can call his mama.  Ahhhhh, the good old days…

And it’s the good cops that get the bum rap.  Because the overwhelming majority of police officers are good people who are drawn to an often thankless job because they, by nature, like to help people.  They’re like teachers that way.  Prick-like teachers.  Who carry guns.  And sometimes kill us.  But are, otherwise, perfectly helpful.  Unless you’re a black male or Latino male.  Then one must ask:  are they helping or they hindering? 

Policing is a hard job and I’m thankful that there are those who choose to do it.  But it would seem to me that more can be done to weed out the bad cops (and the good cops that hide them behind the blue wall.)  Since we, the citizens, pay them to protect and to serve us, we take for granted that it’s assumed that we’d prefer they not rape and pillage us.  Protect and serve v. rape and pillage – I understand the line between the two can be thin but must it also be blue?

Guns Don’t Kill People and Neither Do Swiss Men In Tight Pants

It’s the eve of McDonald v. City of Chicago and the bodies of two gunshot victims were identified in Camden and I’m sick as a dog — the last one is not really a gunshot reference unless, of course, you mean in an Old Yeller kinda way.  (which, given the way I feel, should not be completely ruled out as an option)

I’m firmly against gun control laws unless someone can prove that they are able to curb gun violence more efficiently than other controls.  In the U.S., a certain liberal group (who will remain nameless because I love My Boo) believes that gun control is critical to stemming the tide of violent crimes.  What up with dat? I mean, really is Ted from Accounting who legally purchased and registered his handgun going to shoot up a crackhouse in a turf war with a rival drug dealers on his way home from the office?  Probably not.  Really, is someone who pre-meditated and planned a rampage-style shooting spree going to balk at purchasing a gun from the black market? Probably not.

The problem is not that bad guys shoot guns.  The problem is that the good guys don’t. 

Listen, in Switzerland, every man who ain’t crippled or crazy gets a semi-automatic weapon for universal conscription.  In other words, just in case some sh*t goes down, all the Swiss boys are ready to bang, like some European-ass, fondue eatin’ Crips.  They keep their gov’t issued semi-automatic weapons at home.  They are also allowed by law to supplement their inventory.  They all get 50 rounds of ammo free.  The guns rarely get used except for recreational shooting. Switzerland is one of the safest countries in the world.  Little Swiss kids aren’t at home accidently shooting themselves or each other.  But…little Swiss criminals certainly do think twice before startin’ some mess.  They may be less inclined to break into someone’s home if they know they’re liable to get their schnitzel shot off.  This might also explain why Swiss men wear their pants so tight.  I’m not really sure how, I just really want to know why.

If it works there, why doesn’t it work here?  There could be a million reasons. But out of control gun acquisition ain’t one of ‘em.  So, I hope tomorrow the Supreme Court makes the right decision.  You cannot reduce gun violence by disarming the law abiding citizens. It’s the equivalent of scratching your ass when your ear itches.  Sure, you’ve done something but your ass’ll tell ya – you missed the mark.  If you want to decrease gun violence, you must start with education and awareness.  Try this:  teach the law abiding citizens case law around self defense and how to sharp-shoot moving targets.  And then make everyone aware of it.  Clearly, this approach won’t result in an increase in gun control. But it will result in a decrease of people who are willing to break the laws we already have.

So Much For The Friendly Skies…

I thought I was done blogging today but then I saw this: (click here)

Now, I wasn’t even gonna justify this stupidity with a post, but I can’t even move on with my Saturday until we talk about this foolishness.

First, I’ma get it out the way and say, “I hope these two broads ain’t black.”  I know we had some fun talking about stereotypes over the last couple of days but COME ON!!  Enough is enough! It’s bad enough that the chick who “seen’t the whole thing” is gonna be black.  Haven’t my people suffered enough? 

Next, who ARE these people?  Don’t we have any professional decorum these days? Ain’t it bad enough that I gotta worry about the psycho who carried on the extra large backpack  and anatomically congruent pipe bomb in Row 14?  Don’t I have enough on my mind trying to figure out how I’m going to raise the money to pay the exorbitant bag check fees for the return flight?  Now, I gotta worry about these two high altitude babes going at it, knocking over drink carts and blocking the emergency exit row with their rambunctious fisticuffs? 

And is there anyone, ANYONE in the free world, who does NOT believe these chicks are fighting over Tiger Woods?

SMDH…

You Have The Right To Remain Topless, If You Give Up That Right, Any Pasties You Leave Can Be Used Against You In A Court Of Law!

In what is easily the funniest news story since Magic Mitts Romney brought back the Vulcan death grip, a 19-year old barista was arrested at The Bottom’s Up coffee house for pubic…er, public exposure. (click here)

So, maybe if I was man — I wouldn’t have a problem with this idea. But the entire thing seems a little gross to me.  I’m not sure that I want to be served a hot beverage by some broad in a bikini. I personally need more than a thin strip of nylon separating my beverage from someone’ s lady parts.  But I totally get that it really is a matter of preference.

And it’s not just a hygiene issue, it’s a bad career choice.  The chick in the article is just 19-years old so she’s at the beginning of her career but cut to 15 years and 3 babies later….you’re gonna need that barista to bring ya’ something a little stronger than coffee, that’s for sure.  But I don’t begrudge her youth and beauty.  What really sticks in my craw is why the hell they’re calling her a barista in the first damn place?  I’m more inclined to believe that her name is Barista…Barista Jones, in fact, than I am to believe that she knows anything about coffee at all – other than it’s mostly hot…sometimes.  What did she do to earn the title ‘barista?’ Did she go to coffee class? Did she learn the roasting process?  My guess is that she showed someone her tits.  So, let’s just be real with it.  And fair, too, because meanwhile there’s some middle-aged, underpaid waittress workin’ the bar at the local HoJo who will be pleased to know that if she shows you her ta-ta’s when she brings your Ernest & Julio Gallo, well whaddya know, she’s  a sommelier. That outta bump her up from minimum wage.

As a side note,  did anyone else misread the word “pasties?”  I read the article and went away confused, thinking this chick had two scones taped to her boobs.  So read carefully…just cause it’s coffee house don’t assume she’s walking around covered in pastries.  When you assume, you make an ass of u and me…and the dumb topless broad who could be working a club for about a 100 times what she’s making refilling the half and half dispenser half nekkid.