What to do about Gitmo
It's bad enough having fresh-out perverts and sex offenders moved into your neighborhood--so, you want to move in Al-Queada?
Barack Obama started making me nervous with campaign-talk about closing Gitmo, and now it looks like it's the first thing on his "to do" list. Sure, it's a fine idea. Then, what do you DO with all those prisoners? It's bad enough having fresh-out perverts and sex offenders moved into your neighborhood--then, you want to move in Al-Queada? Seriously?
You can't send them back to where they come from, because, well, then you make them into heroes with some serious street cred. You think Lil Murder who did a bid for robbery came out of jail all hard--wait till Abdulla comes out off of a bombing charge. He went in like a lower-lever cronie but he'll come out like SuperThug. We can't host a theatre of torture, that's for sure. But we can't free people we've tortured and expect it all to be babies and cream.
So what do we do about Gitmo?
Eddy Curry's having a rough patch
The gay sexual harassment charges against New York Knick Eddy Curry don’t pass muster.
I gotta say that the gay sexual harassment charges against New York Knick Eddy Curry don’t pass muster. It sounds like a shake-down gone wild, where the accuser throws as many different types of offensive accusations in a bag and sets them on fire. The only thing missing are allegations of child pornography. It’s not that I don’t think Dude is gay or whatever, because I think that’s far removed from the point—who cares? The driver is holding some of Curry’s belonging hostage in storage facilities, man. Curry’s having a rough coupla years, man what with getting jacked at home last year and just trying to play basketball this year. I think he his driver had some words, and now his driver is trying to get some loot to go away. I say Curry should give him a few dollars to buy himself some self-respect.
Recession Proof Jobs for Black Men
You went and got your master's only to be downsized, but someone still has to clean the toilets.
I read this joint about how black men are hit harder by unemployment, and it just struck me--sadly--like a no-brainer. Last hired, first fired is the rule, and that rule always seems to hit people of color the hardest. Luckily, most of us know something about being broke, so we don't go jumping off bridges or trying to fake our own death. We buy lots of chili beans and spaghetti, and hit the bricks trying to find the next thing.
Most cats are laying back on some kind of unemployment or severance pay. Only he truly fearless amoung us is quiting their gig or trying to make any power-moves. I think you'd be surprised at the gigs that are recession-proof. Like, this is probably one of the only times when being a mail-clerk in a company is the safest position you could possibly have--I mean, the mail don't deliver itself, right? All the jobs we look down on--that involve cleaning or manual labor are madd-safe. You went and got your master's only to be downsized, but you know what? As long as that building is standing, someone still has to clean the toilets and change the lightbulbs.
Are there any more jobs for black men that are recession-proof?
Dick Parsons for Commerce Secretary?
There seems to be some chatter about Dick Parsons possibly getting the nod for Commerce Secretary.
There seems to be some chatter about Dick Parsons possibly getting the nod for Commerce Secretary. He's been aww-shucks-ing it up the press, but since "Dollar" Bill Richardson stepped away from the table and Dr. Sanjay Gupta has been tagged to be surgeon general, there's some sense of Disney magic floating around the beltway. Mr. T and Strawberry Shortcake could accept posts as defense secretary and envrionmental czar respectively, and t-shirt sales would go through the roof, but no one would blink an eye. But lets just wait a second.
I'm all for imagining the possiblities, the world of make-belive and such, but isn't Dick Parsons, like, the Grady Wilson of high finance: well-meaning, personable, but completely inept? You give him something valuable like a lottery ticket, bottle of Ripple, TimeWarner or Citigroup, he hopes for the best as some scheme he had takes a turn around the crapper, and when Fred and Lamount come around asking for an explaination, he's all teeth and snickers. Good googily-moogily.
I guess Parsons's advising Obama, and that makes a little more sense. But Parsons in the White House? Really?
As Fred Sanford might say... "Barack Obama, you Big Dummy."
A Divorce Supreme?
Sheree Whitfield of "The Real Housewives of Atlanta" is determined to get a seven-figure settlement out of her divorce, even if means taking it all the way to the supreme court.
Sheree Whitfield of the real Housewives of Atlanta is determined to get a seven-figure settlement out of her divorce, even if means taking it all the way to the supreme court. I'm a big fan or fairness. And I'm not sure how that's going to work out, but I'm sure that kids don't need millions of dollars to be raised properly. This sounds a little closer to what noted baby-daddy and social anthropologist Puffy Combs calls "adult support." I've always been conflicted about what's fair in a divorce decree: if the goal is to make sure that the children enjoy the same lifestyle as the father, seems like giing him primary residence status would assure that. Why doesn't that make more sense than giving the mother the children and the money? Do we presume that mothers are the better parents--really? I thought, post Kramer vs. Kramer, that notion was antiquated.
I'm not sure how Sheree is gonna prevail in supreme court-- I've never heard of this kind of Peyton Place foolishness reaching into the hallowed hallways of upper-court. I give her credit for tenacity thought. I can give that I have a pretty jaded perspective on this issue--is Sheree Whitfeild's fight for seven-figure a noble crusade or a paper chase?
