Another Day on Earth

What Happened, Oprah!!??

2011-11-15T23:46:00.000-08:00

Oh my!! I caught a glimpse of Oprah accepting her Oscar for humanitarian work and I couldn't believe what I was seeing - a non-glamorous Oprah! The last time I saw her image was when she had the finale to her 25-year talk show. She looked fabulous, heavier but very shapely and her hair was immaculately styled, of course, and her makeup impeccable, as usual.

That was six months ago and within the last six months she has gone from immaculately groomed to, well, frumpy. She looked very overweight, unhappy, and tired. She even broke down and cried.

Come on, Oprah, this network thing may not be worth it. You have nothing to prove, you've been to the mountain top! I want to see you looking like this:

or this:

Steve Jobs' Last Words - Oh Wow!

2011-11-09T16:00:00.000-08:00

Steve Jobs' sister said that his last words before losing consciousness were "Oh wow. Oh wow. Oh wow." There was something his eyes fixated on that only he could see when he said it. Those words are chilling to me, in a good way because his last words have given us a glimpse in the other side.

I was by both of my parents' side when they died twenty years apart, both in home hospice. My father, dying of lung cancer and medicated on morphine said one day, in his haze, that he was "drinking some wine," with a smile and a small laugh. Knowing that he was having sweet dreams was very comforting to me. His last words were his mother's name. It took him a lot of effort but he said his mother's maiden name when he overheard us filling out his death certificate. I believe he was seeing his mother who was there to greet him on the other side. That was comforting.

My mother, at age 93 was suffering from dementia and was on her death bed, said "Mommy?!" and died that night. She sounded so happy.

Sam Kinison's last words were chilling and left a big impression on me . He died differently than Steve Jobs and my parents, who died slowly and knew they were dying. Instead Kinison was in a head-on car collision and had no idea he was about to die. He had more of a last "conversation" than "words." But the thing that is the same is that he saw something on the other side and was happy or comforted by it. Wow, a natural death seems exciting or at least not scary.

Here is a first-hand account of Sam Kinison's last moments and words:

"... At first it looked like there were no serious injuries to Kinison, but within minutes he suddenly said to no one in particular "I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die." LaBove later said "it was as if he was having a conversation, talking to some unseen somebody else" some unseen person. Then there was a pause as if Kinison was listening to the other person speak. Then he asked "But why?" and after another pause LaBove heard him clearly say: "Okay, Okay, Okay.’ LaBove said: "The last ‘Okay’ was so soft and at peace...Whatever voice was talking to him gave him the right answer and he just relaxed with it. He said it so sweet, like he was talking to someone he loved." Source: Paul Luvera Blog

They Found Some Bones Yesterday

2010-08-10T23:40:00.000-07:00

They found some bones in Malibu Canyon yesterday and everyone thinks it's Mitrice Richardson. Park Rangers were checking a spot to see if marijuana was being grown there as in the past and came across "a skull and some bones." Later, it was reported that the bones were of a woman, and there was denim fabric near the bones.

The bones were found only 2 and 1/2 miles from the spot where she was last seen!!

Seems like the family may have heard this news the same time the rest of us did because Mitrice's mother held a press conference in front of the county morgue because she was outraged that the sheriff's department would give out details to the public before telling her first. I agree - law enforcement has been so obtuse in this case. Seems like common decency would have made the detectives call Latice (Mitrice's mother) and tell her "look, this is going out on the news but we want to give you a head's up, it might not be anything relating to Mitrice but a partially decomposed body was found this afternoon." Something like that.

I always believed that Mitrice was still in the canyon. She could have stumbled there and died or she could have been murdered but I always felt that she was in some kind of "Deliverance"-type camp with a couple of degenerates who eventually killed her. Funny thing, judging from the pic taken by a helicopter and, I assume, before the remains were removed, it appears that the remains are beside a road as if someone drove there and pushed out the body and there it laid until all its skin and flesh disappeared. It looks like there are hair and clothes (I magnified the above pic) on the remains.

I'm sure, if it is Mitrice, those law enforcement officers that have viewed the remains and clothing will already know if it's her or not. Latice is demanding to be able to view the remains and I think she should so she doesn't have to agonize while the coroner does all the testing that needs to be done. There might be hair left on the skull or shoes on the feet that could identify her. Lord, let your will be done.

Was It Worth It?

2010-06-26T11:05:00.000-07:00

OK, I kinda/sorta understand when cultural expections make you go to the extreme. Like women getting Triple-G size implants. But when you are so poor you sleep on the floor and you pay to be made pregnant and actually bring a child into this world with the great possibility that you won't be around for the heavy lifting.

Take for instance this lady on the left, Rajo Devi Lohan, gave birth to the child she is holding in her arms at the age of SEVENTY through IVF. Now she's dead.

I Almost Disappeared Like That

2010-06-26T08:40:00.000-07:00

On Sept 17, 2009, Mitrice Richardson, a 24 year-old, All American-type girl, disappeared. There is a lot of controversy over whether the Sheriffs Department was negligent in releasing her in the dead of night, without a ride or someone to pick her up, in an undeveloped area with a lot of hills and brush. Oh yeah, the sheriffs wouldn't give her her car - impounded for some unknown reason - and told her she could leave though - on foot. As of today, June 26,2010, Mitrice has been missing for nine months.

This story haunts me because I almost disappeared like that, in a split second, and like in a movie playing out before me, someone from out of NO WHERE, in the next split second, saved me, literally, physically, saved my life.

I was riding my bike on a deserted street of undeveloped land when a van pulled over to the curb as I was waiting to cross the street. The man in the passenger seat asked me for directions. He looked harmless - chubby with fat cheeks and me, with my Girl Scout and sunday school training, I thought I would help him. As I straddled my bike and tried to think of how best to explain to him he jumped out of the van and ran towards me, grabbed my wrist and started pulling me to the van. I was like WTF is going on!!??

The struggle began as I started jerking back on my arm and digging in my feet trying to breakfree of his gigantic dirty hands. It was like we were in a tug of war. He got me all the way to the van and I stuck my arm straight out and braced it against the side to keep him from pulling me in.

I knew my skinny arm wasn't going to last long but adrenaline is a powerful thing because I felt like I was in a struggle for my life. It wouldn't have been any different if it had been a bobcat or bear or some other beast, I was scared to death and was fighting for my life.

I'm looking at the driver of the van, an old Latino man with gray hair and missing teeth. I'm begging him to help me, to stop his grandson and then it dawns on me that the old man is in on it. Just then, just in time, right before I was beginning to give up hope, a big fist came across from the left and socked fatboy so hard he staggered back and let me loose. He got back in the van and they sped off.

If this man had not stopped and rescued me I would have disappeared, just like that, just like it happens everyday.

Marc Christian Died

2009-12-06T19:32:00.000-08:00

Rock Hudson's last lover died in June this year. I remember him because AIDS was the big thing in the news then and Rock was the first major actor the public knew that had AIDS. Marc was a really handsome man, the kind that get sugar-daddies among rich homosexuals to keep them in money and style. It's sad that Rock Hudson didn't have any family whatsoever and all his legacy went to this hustler he had only known for short while before he died.

Everybody Deserves a Roof - EDAR

2009-10-29T10:35:00.000-07:00

An EDAR is such a cool invention. It's a miniature tent on wheel for the homeless. It folds up to the size of a shopping cart and has as much, if not more, storage space and can be pushed from here to there like a shopping cart. The real beauty of it is that it folds out into a water and wind proof tent with a bed that is OFF the ground. The wheels are sturdy and can be locked in place.

Anyway, when saw this story about the EDAR on CNN I thought about Jimmy, the homeless man at Crown Drugs. I thought he would be perfect and if I can get him one I would get to see it first hand on a regular basis because that's where he stays, everyday, all day. Except when it rains he told me he goes to some "window" business and sleeps.

I introduced myself to him and asked his name. He told me his name was Jimmy. I saw a plastic band on his wrist and asked him if he just got out of the hospital and he said "I just got out JAIL!" I thought of Richard Pryor and the wino. But Jimmy was not intoxicated nor did he ask me for money. Actually I've never seen Jimmy begging around the shopping center which is probably why they let him stay there. I told him I'd like to get him a portable tent he could sleep in, then fold it up and take it with him like his shopping cart.

It took a little while but once he understood he was all for it. As I soon found out, everybody, the merchants, clerks, security all love Jimmy. His bed and shopping cart are always neat and like I said, he doesn't beg. I found out later that Jimmy gets a GR check and probably has an EBT card. He just doesn't want to live in a shelter - period.

Phantom of the Opera

2009-09-20T15:39:00.001-07:00

Michael thought like no one else known to the public. All his decisions made his life an operatic tragedy. His worst decision was to have so much surgery on his face and then turn his entire complexion white, whiter than even white people. In the end he looked like a ghoul and lived like a vampire. Only Michael Jackson would think of having an anesthesiologist on 24-hr call to have someone put him under for night. Then like a daytime vampire MJ would be brought back to consciousness the next day.

Back in medieval times Michael would have been kept in a back room, doing menial tasks until he died. Unless he had been rich and his appearance didn't start off that way then he would have been an eccentric recluse, living deep in the bowels of a hugh gothic castle.

Other People Who Died This Year That Meant Something to Me

2009-09-20T15:29:00.001-07:00

Patrick Swayze, died on Dad's home-going anniversary

Henry Gibson, "Laugh In" "I know naaaa-ting."

Michael's Style, Part 2 - The Mature Years

2009-09-08T21:22:00.000-07:00

Michael wears a suit! Kinda. This is about as conservative and "normal" as he got. But it's a cool look. He dressed like a rock star or some wealthy, eccentric European. Whichever he looks rich and odd.

Michael's Style,

2009-08-05T19:55:00.000-07:00

Michael Jackson had great style. Especially when he was accepting awards. His costumes usually had a military or royal theme befitting a King of Pop. This is how the generals would look if there was an all-gay military.

The armband is one of Michael's signature looks. He must have seen it somewhere like maybe a police officer's funeral and all the police officers were wearing armbands. It's like that sequined glove, the ONE sequined glove. I think he saw a golf match or something. The tape on the tip of his fingers? A volleyball match. But the armband was phasing out, along with the seguined look. My next post about Michael will be his "businessman" look.

Michael Jackson, Super Nova

2009-07-22T04:40:00.000-07:00

Michael Jackson, a man with a simple name, lived an operatic life. He will be thought about, sung about and listened to by many, many generations to come. In a thousand years Michael Jackson's life, not just his music, will continue to make people marvel. His life was that of a super nova, a star so hot and bright, so infinitely larger than all the other stars put together that it is considered strange and awesome all at once.

You Could Be Stitting Next to a Murderer

2009-06-06T21:08:00.000-07:00

Here, in L.A. crime has decreased drastically. So much so that the police can now work on cold cases (I love "Cold Case" on A&E)AND use DNA tests that weren't around twenty years ago. They've solved two cases, cases I remember reading about and the person arrested in each case was a HUGE surprise, shocking even. But it all goes to my theory that we all know someone who has killed, got away with it and keeps it as a deep dark secret that only they know about.

Take for instance John Floyd Thomas.

He's 72 years old and had been working for the state of California as a claims adjuster since 1989. He's worked in the same office all those years. His co-workers said he was pleasant, quiet, and religious. Well, it turns out that John was also a convicted felon and registered sex offender who was required to submit his DNA in October 2008 to LAPD for its DNA registry. Remember, the police now has a lot of time on their hands so they are contacting every registered sex-offender for a cheek swab and processing the results in the database.

Well, well, if it didn't come back five months later that Thomas' DNA matched the DNA left and stored for thirty years in the bodies of at least six elderly white women in the 1970s and 1980s who were raped and strangled. They called this guy the "Southland Strangler" and could never catch him. All they knew was that he was black and that they kept the semen from the bodies of the victims.

His co-workers at the state office were in a state of shock. They had been working with a serial-killer who thought he had gotten away with it and turned over a new leaf. I do wonder how he was able to get such a good job with his record of 12 years in prison.

Then there's Stephanie Lazarus who was just arrested yesterday for the murder of her ex-boyfriend's wife twenty-three years ago. Not only did she hold the same job with her co-workers for the last 26 years but she was a LAPD cop. Now she had to know she wasn't going to get away with it for very much longer. She had to know that there was a shift in the department to DNA testing to solve old crimes. Maybe she thought she didn't leave any DNA behind, but she did. And it was tested. It turned out to belong to a woman. Det. Lazarus' name was in the file from 1983 (she was a rookie cop then), as the ex-girlfriend.

Funny they don't already have law-enforcement personnel provide DNA since they ask for finger prints but anyway, they didn't have Stephanie's DNA on file so she was followed and something was found with DNA and, of course, it matched.

LAPD is stunned. But it proves my theory mentioned-above.

Crip Walk

2009-06-05T02:29:00.000-07:00

I was hired to shoot some footage for a video by a rap group last year. I noticed this shot I got of a group of guys walking towards the camera and one of them broke out into this dance. It really caught my eye and I decided I would save it as a clip. Anway, I'm going thru YouTube and I come across this video entitled "Crip Walking." I check it out and lo and behold it's the same dance that the guy was doing.

I love this dance. It's a manly dance started by poor African-American boys and young men to express how unafraid they were. Crip walking expresses the machismo, coolness and sexiness of thug-life and yet the movements are not vulgar, not sexual, not violent but intimidating. It reminds me of so many things - an indian war dance - a fighter flexing his muscles - an agile creature of nature - and yet it is so original.

The dance is hopping, skipping and sliding and most of all, strutting. The purest form of crip walking is done by, well, Crips, and has been around for at least 30 years. I don't like it when they add the pop-lock, moonwalk or other fad dances to the crip walk like the younger generation has done. What can I say? I like the "classic" crip walk, lol!

I do not find thug-like exciting, attractive, enticing - none of that - but I do admire the originality of African-Americans and even tho this dance is suppose to be intimidating, if it weren't for all the gang accutremount it would look like a "happy dance."

Excuse the language...

Why?

2009-04-06T20:33:00.000-07:00

Why did President Obama bow to King Abdulla of Saudia Arabia? He damn near kneeled! I mean this wasn't just a knod of the head or even the slight bending at the waist (which would still have been puzzling) this was a full out booty-in-the-air bow. And Obama has a big booty and it just looked weird. I know the white people who voted for him are taken aback and the white folks who didn't are saying "i told you so."

I, too, am taken aback. It really looked like Obama was kissing King Abdullah's ass - really - it looked like Obama really, really, really wanted the King to know he liked him. Maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't have looked so weird if he had bowed to Queen Elizabeth, but he didn't. He did with QE what he shoulda done with KA, shook his hand. That would have good enough. But, a full bow? Why?

Especially why King Abdullah and no other potentate??? What the hell is WRONG with him? It's like he's worshiping at the altar. It's embarassing. I thank God that Obama didn't kiss the King's hand. Not ONE other man in the picture is bowing or making a fool himself, in fact all the men around him, including the King are probably wondering "why is he doing that?"

"Obama Bows to Foreign King"

The President's Brothers

2009-01-24T04:58:00.001-08:00

This is George Obama, the President's youngest brother. He's 27 years old and was only 6 months old when their father, Barack Obama Sr., died in 1982. George's mom lives in Atlanta and was Obama Sr.'s fourth (and last) baby mamas. I think he favors his older brother a lot!

Then, there are the President's two brothers by his father's second white wife. I didn't know Obama Sr. had more biracial children other than Barack Jr. but he did. A woman named Ruth Nidesand met Sr. in Boston and followed him to Kenya and had two sons with him.

One died in 198?. His name was David Ndesandjo and he died in a motorcycle accident. Ruth changed her sons' last name to that of her second husband. He too favored the President a lot.

Now for the other biracial brother: He is just as amazing as his brother, the President. His name is Mark Ndesandjo and has a degree from Brown University, a masters in physics from Stanford and an MBA from Emory.

He lives in China and runs an internet company that has made him wealthy. He speaks fluent Mandarin, has a Chinese wife, and plays the piano. Here he is performing for a charity in China in 2008:

He too looks like his brother:

But their looks are all they have in common. The President wrote in his book "Dreams from My Father" that he and Mark didn't see things the same way. Mark thought his Obama Sr. "was a drunk and showed no concern for his wife and children." He didn't care about Kenya and thought it was “just another poor African country” and had no problems with his racial identity - he thought it was "emotional baggage" that he didn't care for. Although they are not close, Mark presented his brother with his Chinese calligraphy. Here is Mark working on his calligraphy:

He attended his brother's inauguration on January 20, 2009.

President Obama has had the most interesting life of anyone I know or know of.

He's Famous

2008-12-30T02:44:00.000-08:00

If the young gentleman in this pic hadn't been the famous person he is today I would have never posted this bizarre prom pic. My biggest question is what's up with the girl? An odder couple I've never seen. She seems to be looking at her date with adoring eyes. Wonder what was going through her head? "Hmmm, I wish I could do my makeup that good," or "It sucks not being able to attract normal guys" or "Let me take a good look at him because I won't be buying any prom pictures" or "I hope this pic never gets on the internet."

Have you guessed who the superstar is on the left? Yep, it's RuPaul, baby, in all his splendor.

May Doni Kim

2008-12-17T00:48:00.000-08:00

I was scrolling thru YouTube and came across this video of a 14 year-old Korean girl singing an Alicia Keyes' song "If I Ain't Got You." I got goosebumps listening to her voice, watching her movements and the way she was really feeling and delivering the song. This little girl has a lot of charisma:

Well, as it turns out she sent this very video to a record company in Korea called Yang Goon Entertainment and they immediately signed her up. This was in 2006, when she was 15. The record producers decided to groom her, kinda like the Korean version of Motown. They gave her a makeover: fixed her teeth, plucked her eyebrows and styled her hair. They taught her dance steps, rehearsed her songs and put her in shows. She transformed from a snaggle-tooth little girl with a big voice to a professional entertainer. Her transformation reminds me of Clay Aikens when he went from geek to Mr. Entertainment.

Here she is practicing for a show. As you will see, she can dance as well as she sings:

And she can rap TOO!! Here she is rehearsing her rapping:

Here is May Doni performing in a show last year, 2007, when she was sixteen - the first song is a Korean song but just fast forward to 1:06 and get ready to be amazed as she dances to Beyonce ft. Jay-Z - "Crazy In Love." This girl is a real entertainer (oh yeah, she can play the piano too):

Well, after two years she felt the company was taking too long to put a debut record out so she left them in 2007. Evidently a number of their artists leave for the same reason. May Doni is so talented seems she was ready to debut after about 6 months of rehearsals. YGE felt differently so she left. Seems like that would have been kinda painful seeing that YGE had put so much time in her. But for May Doni it was great to get the kind of experience she got with YGE.

She switched to Nega Networks in late 2007 or early 2008 and finally made her debut on KBS as a feature for Cho PD of PDIS on March 8, 2008.

Wow, He Can Draw Toooo!!!!

2008-11-21T01:06:00.000-08:00

Barack Obama can draw pretty well. He drew this "doodle" for Neurofibromatosis, Inc., a charity organization that auctions celebrity doodles on Ebay to raise money. This doodle was done by President-elect Obama in April 2007 while he was running for the presidency. He made this "doodle" specifically for the organization and it set a record for the highest sale of a celebrity doodle. It sold for $2,025.

He is by no means a Picasso or Rembrandt but he draws like everything else he does - with clarity, charm, and a simple humility.

From left to right, Obama has sketched Senators Chuck Schumer, Harry Reid, Dianne Feinstein and Edward Kennedy in Senate chambers.

I only have one problem with this sketch and I can't really say why but those columns in the background have got to go!!

Victor Lematt Brown Died on October 6, 2003

2008-10-06T21:40:00.000-07:00

"Oh call it by another name, for friendship sounds too cold." - Thomas Moore

I wish there was some way I could bring you back to life, old friend. If I were a sculptress, I would sculpt a statue of you. If I were a painter, I would paint your portrait. But all I know how to do is write and that's the only way I can bring you back to me but only for a little while.

For to write about you is to think about you and to think about you makes me very happy. But I can only think about you in short moments because if I think too long then I realize that you're gone and then my heart slows down.

Sometimes, I get selfish and say I'm never going to think about you again so I won't feel the hurt of your absence from my life, the hurt of knowing that I will never hear your voice, never have another conversation with you, its unbearable to think about for too long.

But even if I tried, I know I could never stop thinking about you. You pop into my mind at least once a day and there isn't an amazing thing that goes by that I dont think "wait until I tell Victor about this," only to realize in that same moment that I can't, that those days are long gone and they left with you.

Truly, I never want to forget about you, you meant so much to me, and even in my very old age (you know I plan on living to at least a hundred) I want all of my memories of you to be fresh, organized and complete. So this is your portrait, my beloved friend, all of my memories of you recorded so that some nice young church volunteer can read this to me as I'm rocking in my rocking chair and sipping on a margarita in the year 2067:

Victor Brown, A Portrait

Victor Brown was my very best friend, male or female, he was also his father's pride and joy, his mother's crowning glory and his sister's constant hero. He stood 5'6", a small-sized man, but his body was in perfect proportion and rippled with muscles. In the beginning, when he was trying to seduce me, he would take off his shirt and show me his chest and arms and I'd admire how beautiful his body was and it was.

I always thought even though he was a little guy, he could be a model in those muscle magazines because he stayed ripped and since he was so perfectly proportioned a picture of him alone wouldn't show he was short. We talked about his shortness and the Napoleon complex some short men have. He told me of the times brothas tried to intimidate him or women insulted him and how he responded or rather didn't respond. He always credited his years of studying tae kwon do for the confidence and restraint he possessed. Not only that, Victor knew the streets and he had a lot of street charm. One time, I saw a big fat woman call Victor a "short motha-fucka" because he was trying to pass her and he just said "I love you too, baby."

Victor was an attorney and when he passed the bar exam his father, who was raised by his grandmother who had been a slave, had a huge banner made that said "Victor Brown, Esquire" and he hung it on one of his apartment buildings. His father, John Albert Brown, was a stern man who worked for the post office for a zillion years and invested his money in east side apartment buildings and duplexes.

Victor said that his dad told him that his grandmother (Victors great-grandma) was raised in slavery and when she punished him she would tie his hands to a limb on a tree and whip him on the back with a belt, just like she saw the slaves being whipped in her girlhood.

I guess those whippings took effect because Mr. Brown never drank, smoked or womanized. Nor did he whip Victor or Victor's sister. Mr. Brown was married to the same woman for forty years, worked at the same job for just about as long, and gave his kids everything they wanted, only never with a smile. Victor said that when he saw that banner it brought tears to his eyes because he finally knew how proud his father was of him.

To be continued.....

Pfc. LaVena Johnson

2008-07-14T12:52:00.000-07:00

In July 2005, 19-year-old Johnson became the first female soldier from Missouri to die in Iraq. She was found with a broken nose, black eye and loose teeth, acid burns on her genitals, presumably to eliminate DNA evidence of rape, a trail of blood leading away from her tent and a bullet hole in her head. Unbelievably, that's not the most horrifying part of the story. Here's what is: Army investigators ruled her death a suicide.

Beyond the obvious evidence of abuse, there was no sign of depression or suicidal ideation in Johnson's psychological profile. The bullet wound was in the wrong place for her to have shot herself with her dominant hand, and the exit wound was the wrong size to have come from her own M-16, as the Army suggested it did. The blatant lie the military has tried to sell Johnson's family is on a par with the cover-up surrounding football star Pat Tillman's 2004 death in a friendly fire incident. Unlike Tillman's widely reported story, however, outside the blogosphere -- where writers like Philip Barron have worked tirelessly to keep Johnson's name in the spotlight -- the LaVena Johnson case has rarely been noted. In July 2005, 19-year-old Johnson became the first female soldier from Missouri to die in Iraq. She was found with a broken nose, black eye and loose teeth, acid burns on her genitals, presumably to eliminate DNA evidence of rape, a trail of blood leading away from her tent and a bullet hole in her head. Unbelievably, that's not the most horrifying part of the story. Here's what is: Army investigators ruled her death a suicide.

Beyond the obvious evidence of abuse, there was no sign of depression or suicidal ideation in Johnson's psychological profile. The bullet wound was in the wrong place for her to have shot herself with her dominant hand, and the exit wound was the wrong size to have come from her own M-16, as the Army suggested it did. The blatant lie the military has tried to sell Johnson's family is on a par with the cover-up surrounding football star Pat Tillman's 2004 death in a friendly fire incident. Unlike Tillman's widely reported story, however, outside the blogosphere -- where writers like Philip Barron have worked tirelessly to keep Johnson's name in the spotlight -- the LaVena Johnson case has rarely been noted.

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Compton's Finest

2008-07-13T22:32:00.001-07:00

I love these women right here. I love them for so many reasons. I love them for their talent. I love them for their lack of arrogance. I love them for their work ethic. I love them for their clean living. I love them for their soft-spokeness. I love them for their lack of drama. I love them for their drama on the tennis court. I love them for their strength. I love them for being able to kick butt wearing long swinging earrings. I love them for being smart with their money. I love them for their quiet confidence. I love them for designing their own flattering tennis oufits.

I Hate New York

2008-07-13T21:45:00.001-07:00

I hate New York, not the state, not the city but the person, Tiffany Pollard of "I Love New York" infamy. I hate her trashy personality. I hate her persona of being a "bad bitch" who takes no prisoners. I hate her because of her ignorant and profane conversation. I hate her because she smokes at the dinner table. I hate her because she lifts her dress to show her vagina when she wants to insult someone. I hate her because she's proud of having sex with Flava Flav. I hate her for constantly taking the low road. I hate her for craving attention and fame so badly she couldn't give a damn about self-respect.

Things Aren't Always as They Seem, Pt. 3, "I Fear No Bitch"

2008-07-13T13:08:00.000-07:00

Now, for the young woman who was arrested and charged with the murder of Shontae Blanche, a 23 year-old pregnant woman, killed during a melee in South Los Angeles (aka South-Central):

Unique Kiana Bishop At the age of 19 she was a convicted burglar, at age 20 she had a baby boy by a man who is in prison, at 21 she was on probation, and at 22 she was charged with two counts of murder with bail set at $1 million.

Here are a few words from Ms. Bishop herself:

“I fear no bitch and can give a fuck about a nigga. I just try to stay to myself and do me because in the end I’m all I got anyway. Bitches and niggas I don’t trust so I smoke by myself, drink by myself. Fuck these niggas by my got damn self for real. But besides the BS I take care of my 1 year-old son named Anthony. He is the most important thing to me, he is the only man in my life beside my BF, Lil 22. The sex is amazing and I love the way he kisses and licks my face when he shows affection. I just can’t get him off my mind. He is locked up and they’re not letting him out so until he comes home, I’m going to hold it down, me, myself and I.” Unique Bishop, MySpace. (edited for readability)

I guess you could say that Unique is the quintessential hoodrat.

“Bishop has been convicted twice of burglary and once of petty theft in the last two years, police said. Her latest conviction came after a July 26 arrest for burglary in South Los Angeles. She spent 14 days in jail and was placed on probation after being convicted in the Norwalk branch of Los Angeles County Superior Court.” Los Angeles Times .

Unique is the exact opposite of Shontae. Shontae was popular, Unique is a loner (and as her words show, a loner with a huge chip on her shoulder). Shontae was attending college, Unique didn’t graduate from high school. Shontae had a job, Unique was stealing. Shontae wanted to be a probation officer, Unique was on probation. The two things they did have in common were that they lived in the same neighborhood and the loves of their lives were in prison or jail.
Here’s what the bloggers had to say about Unique:

“…if it is the Unique i knew in middle school, she was heading in this direction, always in trouble in school and her mother always backed up her wrong doing, ie. cussing out the principal and the campus security and the school police……i told her mother that one day this girl is going to hurt you really bad, and my god here it is, just wish it wasn’t this way, i pray for the family may the young lady and her baby rest in our savior's arms.” Posted by: Dorite , November 8, 2007

"I knew Unique. Went to middle school and high school with her. I don’t put it past her that she would do something like this. Although even in high school she had her own demons to deal with. Maybe if she had gotten help, this tragedy wouldn’t have happened.” Posted by: Shay, December 20, 2007

It's safe to say that Unique had some heavy karma coming her way.

To be continued.......

Rich Woman's Feet

2008-07-08T15:35:00.000-07:00

No, these are not the feet of a cadaver, these feet belong to the richest woman in the world.She has complained about her bunions on her show but this is just downright ridiculous. Hasn't Oprah heard about bunion surgery? And why are her feet so ashy? And what's up with the long toe nails? With feet like that she should never, ever, go barefoot. I can only imagine what the bottom of her feet are like.

This reminds of the time I shook hands with Oprah. This was when she was into exercising and losing weight (which turned out to be just a phase) and held a short run at Griffith Park. Afterwards she shook hands with all the participants. She stood on a podium and each one us went up to the podium and shook her hand. I was surprised because her hand felt like sandpaper, the real rough grade. Maybe she's allergic to lotion.

Not only does she has the all-so-common big toe bunion, she even has a "tailor's" bunion which is located at the joint at the base of the smallest (fifth) toe. This has bloggers thinking she has six toes.

"In your face, people!"

I guess when you're the richest woman in the world you just don't give a bleep how your feet look or what people think about them.

Things Aren't Always as They Seem, Pt.2, "She was Bubbly"

2008-06-27T13:29:00.000-07:00

Well, like I said, the story of these women fighting in the street over some man ending up with the killing of a pregnant woman really disturbed me. So I did a lot of research and I came up with a whole other story. First, though, a little information about the girl who was killed:

Shontae Trenice Williams Blanche
Shontae was described as a bubbly girl who smiled a lot, made friends easily and always stopped fights between her aunt and mother. She was a cheerleader at Dorsey High and graduated in 2003. She had a job (as a bank teller) and was attending Cal State Northridge. She wanted to be a probation officer.

Shontae even had a small amount of fame from appearing in a major documentary about dance culture in South Central, "Rize." Here she is demonstrating the stripper dance, she was sixteen: TO BE ADDED
Her husband, Emery Blanche, was in jail at the time of her death but for what I couldn't find out. I did find out that she was going to name her daughter Emerion Dior Blanche for her husband and the fashion designer. The fact that she was married for two years BEFORE she got pregnant is unusual in today's world. Not much is known about Emery but one sad fact is that his wife was killed on his 21st birthday.

She had just returned to L.A. that morning of November 5th from New Orleans where she attended her grandfather's funeral. She told her grandmother that she was going to get her car washed and that was the last her family saw her alive.

No one seemed to know why she was at the fight but I found some blog entries that described Shontae in a different light:

" [some] are lying about some of Shontae's reality. She may have had tons of wonderful qualities, and clearly she was loved and cared about by many, but she was not an innocent woman. She was associated with gang activity and participated in violent acts (yes, even the taking of other lives) along with other gang members. Sometimes karma is an ugly mirror. Nothing about her death is right, but there were certainly some things in her life that were not either. " Posted by: mirror December 14, 2007 at 3:39 pm

"...... the deceased was pregnant so she should’ve had her ass in the house somewhere instead of in some BS that had nothing to do with her. she was also an active gang member in one of south l.a.’s known gangs….bet none of you knew that. .......... hopefully all these wannabe girl gang members will take this as a lesson learned. R.I.P Shontae and her unborn . ….” Posted by: Heard it all before, January 2, 2008

Ahhhhhhh, so Shontae was a gang banger? Maybe, maybe not but there are many older gangbangers who straddle gang life and a working life. Funny thing though is that a lot of them get into law enforcement. Go figure.

To be continued..............