Time to keep it real now...

I rarely just throw my weight into such controversial topics because many don't think logically and only lash out on emotion. Can't have any intellectual dialogue when most knee jerk the topic of the day. And I have been seeing a multitude of posters and a call of riot and protests for the Phil Robertson thing. Ok let me get this out of the way right now I shall throw a disclaimer right off jump so here goes.

DISCLAIMER:

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THANK YOU.

Now we got the legal mess out the way, let me go onto what I want to say.

First of all, I respect anyone's view of religion and they stance and views of it, regardless of your beliefs and views. I may not agree with all the doctrines of any religion, yet I will be listen, be respectful, and respond with equal respect and hope to have the same returned. Now I seen so many throw he is expressing his 1st amendment right of freedom of speech. Now - I will defend and support the 1st amendment (sidenote: someone posted that freedom of speech is the 5th amendment - seriously! Go back to civics class!)
Let me provide you with the actual wording of the 1st amendment:

Amendment I

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.

You have to understand that you have the freedom of speech - yet you have to understand that even with a freedom of speech, there is a consequence. If it is positive or negative. Words said have an effect. And you have to consider whatever you say there is a price to pay. Now here is where I shall get the hellstorm. Freedom of speech does not protect one's employment. You have a view, you expressed your view. Nowhere does anyone get arrested, I don't see the government coming down taking them to some internment camp. A & E decided to suspend Robertson for speaking his mind and while it was against what A & E's views, folks have begun a crusade. Saying it's a violation. Where is the violation. The Constitution protects U.S. citizens from the government. Not the private sector. Employees are subject to any bi-laws and regulations that was presented to them at the time of employment. Obviously some was against the company views and they were let go. And before folks say what about religious discrimination - well I think they knew their religious views long beforehand before they even started the show. So you can throw that excuse out the window. And here is something to consider. What if there is some agreement/clause put into the contract. There many employers that have moral clauses or agreement that state if anything they feel reflects the company in a negative light, steps can be taken to separate themselves from it. Ever consider that the family have such clause in their contracts? Ever consider that? Course not - just ready to throw out the boycott and petitions. Freedom of speech does not protect the bottom line.

Then you hear the comparisons to ooh he speaks his views and his faith, he gets fired. Miley Cyrus twerks on naked men and licks hammers and she is famous. Well she was famous before that, she just a trainwreck now. But people you must consider this...does she have any company sponsors to speak of? Does she have her own show anymore? Unless you mean that crap from way back that I can pretty much suspect they pulled the plug on.Oh what about Kayne West? He speaks all this nonsense and what about him is he fired from his job? What job??? He owns his own production company? I don't think he going to fire himself. Is he a bigger mess and a train wreck and a half? Yes without a doubt. Yet his words have consequences as well. Where his sponsors? Those that buy his music. (If they buy it anyway)

When you work for a privately owned company, you subject to whatever regulations the company deems fit, you don't like it don't work there. You have the option to say no and move on. Tolerance, intolerance,love, hate...it don't matter. I have not even mentioned any of that just this. I want to keep this as short as possible without dragging it out to a point where I be writing past midnight. 

Well just so you know this is just truth and wisdom that most hate to hear and will be just emotionally charged. It's ok I still love you all...even if I lose friends over it. I have a consequence for speaking this and I accept it but remember - what you say will have its own consequence.

I don't care either way if the show is back on or not. I have no vested interest in it. I seen many of those folks in my life to satisfy any curiosity. I know many say they won't watch it for one reason or other. That's fine too. But to go all ballistic over a company doing a company decision...well you know....
 

SAW

 

80s Teen Flicks Challenge - with an evil twist. Add sugar for flavor..

Well after I have pretty much disappointed, offended and damn near scarred so many folks with my 10 worst movies ever made. I decided that after seeing a challenge, that I would do the 80's teen flick challenge. 100 movies from the 80's that were out and I have to say if I seen them and if so what I think of them. Well that will be quite a stretch there. I don't know how or if I can take it. The cynical points will be made with my own flavor and goodies for you all.

1. Ferris Bueller's Day Off - Ben Stein makes it watchable. Ben Stein rocks!!!!
2. The Breakfast Club - One of my secret, guilty pleasure movies. I will admit it. Me likes it.
3. Some Kind of Wonderful - Too bad this wasn't it. Wonderfully bad.
4. Pretty in Pink - Ugly on screen!
5. Secret Admirer - Should have stayed a secret and not told anyone about it.
6. The Karate Kid - Suck on! Suck off! Movie blows Daniel-san.
7. Three O'Clock High - You need to be high from 3 to 4:20.
8  Summer School - Failed the grade.
9. Valley Girl - They grew up to become surgeon wives and semi-retired hookers. Great career move
10.Fast Times At Ridgemont High - Fast into the brick wall this should go.
11. Losin' It - Lost it! And I will never get the time I wasted back.
12.Revenge of the Nerds - Booger For The Win!!!Good movie here.
13.The Rachel Papers - Which I couldn't read because there was no comics section.
14.Sixteen Candles - And it wasn't enough to burn this picture to the ground!
15.Weird Science - Oh let me use my computer to create a woman. *insert evil plans here* And Kelly Lebrock was hot!
16.Zapped! - And didn't die! Zap it again!
17.Say Anything - This movie sucks!!!!! There I said it!
18.Better off Dead - I want my $2!!!  In today's economy that would probably be $.42.I don't know why but I like this movie.
19.One Crazy Summer - I think that John Cusack probably had a monopoly in cheesy movies. Damnit man give someone else a job here.
20.St. Elmo's Fire - The roof...the roof...the roof is on fire....someone put this movie on top of it and let the ......burn.......
21.Teen Wolf - Better love story than Twilight (yes I went there)
22.Footloose - And fancy free. And folks still can't dance worth a crap.
23.Can't buy me Love - Apparently you not paying enough.But for 20 dollar she make you holla. And love you long time.
24.The Outsiders - Should been one of the insiders.
25.Heathers - Heathens!
26.Lucas - Can't say I like it, can't say I hate it. Yet, this is one movie that I can understand and relate too.
27.Just One of the Guys - I'm shocked there isn't a porn parody of this yet. They make every other parody of it. May as well with this..it almost writes itself.
28.Teen Witch - The mediocrity had many folks spellbound. In why was it made. Avadar Kadavra!
29.Porky's - 2 words.....FREAKING AWESOME!!!!!!! One of my top 10 favorite movies ever! Can't go wrong with a classic like this. Watch it..love it! Watch it again!! Nuff said!
30.Private Resort - It has Johnny Depp and not directed by Tim Burton, what is wrong with this picture? Oh yeah it's crap! So maybe it was directed by Tim Burton.
31.The Sure Thing - If you betting on it being that, then you lost. If you were betting this is yet another John Cusack movie, then you hit the lottery. My goodness..he should be in the Guinness.
32.Private School - One dude gets to be in a private school with horny girls. I think this has Dear Penthouse Forum written all over it. Bow chicka bow wow!
33.The Last American Virgin - Must be talking about Bad Luck Brian or something. Well here is the spoiler for you all...he gets laid.
34.The Wild Life - pretty tame, pretty dull, pretty boring. Pretty much a typical 80's teen movie.
35.Ski School - You won't see any minorities out there. Seeing black folks ski?? Nope unless you see them heading down the slopes with church shoes on. Don't even need skis.
36.Hot Dog...The Movie- My life as a Oscar Mayer wiener. Cook yourself!
37.Risky Business - We going to play a high school pimp with a good harem of women selling themselves while you get to shag the best one for free. Put her ass to work...
38.License to Drive - It has the Corey's. It has a Mercedes. It has me wanna change the channel!
39.The Lost Boys - A movie where you don't have vampires all sparkle and shit. And it has the Corey's.
40.Dream a Little Dream - For the sake of all things green and holy...did the Corey's just bumrush the Cusack regime and take over all the movies in Hollywood? Enough with you. I can dream of no more movies with those two. But I will say, the must got all kinds of teen tang...
41.Once Bitten - Twice shy...three times boring!
42.Hot Pursuit - The quest to take over the top movie spot by Mr. Cusack. I think there is a car chase scene down the streets of San Francisco too.
43.Soul Man - he has none.
44.Grandview U.S.A. - one I can say I never scene. I'll let you all be the judge of that. Pass.
45.Red Dawn - Being at the time one of the movie violent movies ever made and more gunshots fired than most wars, noone puts the Swayz in the corner....not without an AK-47.
46.Oxford Blues - and folks in the U.S. wonder why England hates us...we make crappy movies in their country. Bad show!
47.Like Father, Like Son - bad movies are hereditary. It runs in the family.
48.All the Right Movies - That leave some nut job into Scientology. There is where it all started.
49. Class - it has none. Epic fail!
50.Fraternity Vacation - The Sorority of I Felta Thigh were being molested allot here. I think there was some hazing too. Who knows.

Whew...we half way there. Still with me. Good. Let's carry on. (how many have you seen on this list?)

51.A Night in the Life of Jimmy Reardon - This has porn movie written all over it. I ain't even going to touch it. Not without washing my hands and wearing gloves. This can get nasty.
52.Loverboy - This ain't the band we talking about (and they do have some good songs mind you) just shows you how sappiness can win you something. What I have no damn clue.
53.Thrashin' - Skateboarders need love too...
54.Rad - BMX bike riders need love more...and better scripts and better acting and let's face it needs more than a few boards and a ramp can fix.
55.Pump Up the Volume - Dance!! Dance! Oh sorry...was thinking it was the video here. If you haven't heard it. Youtube it and prepare to get your dance on. Trust me you will...
56.The Night Before - And you can start out the story with these 5 words: See what had happen was...and it will end with "can you ease up on the handcuffs, Mr. Officer?"
57.Vison Quest - You must take the ring to Mordor...oh sorry wrong quest...I think this was a quest to find something lame and it succeeded before the end of the opening credits.
58. Back to School - It has Rodney Dangerfield (RIP) It has Sam Kinison (RIP). It has Oingo Boingo. What about this movie don't just scream kick ass!!!!?? Love it!
59.Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure - I had better adventures watching paint try. Neo...you suck!
60.The Flamingo Kid - I won't even go there...
61.Midnight Madness - A crazy scavenger hunt gone very wrong. I think they should had tried to find some talent in this movie. That would been the good hunt. The music send you right to a roller rink.
62.Youngblood - You would think this be a gang movie in South Central L.A. but nope. It's Swayze fresh from Red Dawn and dancing dirty. He gets around don't he.
63.Johnny Be Good - too bad the movie was not.
64.River's Edge - And they could not drown the cast in it. Grumpy cat is furious and so am I!
65.Permanent Record - Being convicted for crimes against cinema. Guilty as charged.
66.My Bodyguard - I think Kevin Costner started out in this before he became The Bodyguard. And it still sucked. Need to hire folks who can beat up the cast and crew to make better movies.

I am starting to think that most 80's movies just flat out blew chunks.

67.How I got into College - Sure wasn't on a scholarship. Still knee-deep in debt.
68.The Monster Squad - Should had ate them all and put everyone out their misery.
69.Revenge of the Nerds II - Very disappointing. Very sad. Very sucky! Le' Sigh!
70.Porky's II The Next Day - Wasn't as raunchy as the first, but still pretty entertaining.
71.Real Genius - And another guilty pleasure movie. Will say it's one of those things that I wanna go to an all science school with science nerds. Ahhh to dream.
72.Wargames - Where hacking goes wrong. Global Therma Nuclear War. Blow'em up. Blow up Seattle. No Starbucks, No Grunge, No Plaid Shirts! YES!!!!
73.My Science Project - To create something that will speed time to the end of this movie. Or go back in time and burn this so it never hits the theaters and call it a public service.
74.Breaking all the Rules - If you going to be a rebel..at least rebel...at least have some goal other than put one to sleep. Zzzzzzzzz
75.Adventures in Babysitting - CPS should been called on this one. Cinematic Protection Services
76.Hiding Out - And noone should tried to find this movie. Stay hidden!
77.Times Square - Never seen it so - I'll have to pass on this one.
78.Morgan Stewart's Coming Home - And everyone should had moved and left no forwarding address.
79.She's Out of Control - I know a few women like that. Some are good others...well not so much!
80.Girls Just Want to have Fun - And in many ways it leaves them out of control. Handcuffs and spankings are needed. But some of them may like it.
81.Don't Tell Mom, the BabySitter is Dead - Even the sexiness of Christina Applegate can't save this movie. Nor did it save the babysitter. Poor old lady. Least she died peacefully and didn't suffer watching this.
82.Nobody's Perfect - And this movie proves it.
83.Tuff Turf -You went into the wrong movie &^@#*@##^&!+(@
84.The Karate Kid Part II - You still suck worse in this one Daniel-san!
85.The Hollywood Knights - Can't save this damsel in distress. Let it die!
86.High School U.S.A. - Take 3 child stars (Different Strokes, Family Ties and Facts of Life) and what do you get. An NBC movie that should never been made and cancelled on the cutting room floor. Whatchu talkin bout Willis?? You suck!
87.Poison Ivy - No not that one about the potential Lolitaish style killer oooh no. This is Michael J. Fox needing something to do between Teen Wolf and Back to the Future. Be poison ivy....yeah that's a hit!
88.18 Again - Oh George Burns! How you make good one liners. Too bad the lines in this were bad. But, I still loves your work anyway.
89.The Last Starfighter - And noone can shoot you down...damn where is the Empire when you need it??
90.Making the Grade - Well you got the grade of F- or T for terrible.
91 - 100...let's just say that those are so bad so horrid and so damn pathetic that even I can't write any more without wanting to gouge my eyes out. Just let it be said that it sums up that most of those movies were bad bad bad bad bad..with a few good, and even excellent exceptions. Now. I'll pop in Porky's and have a good laugh.

SAW

Movies - Rankings - What's the best at being worst??

I don't think I can ever be like Roger Ebert, nor would I ever want to. Yet, after I posted a list of my top 5 worst movies ever made in my opinion (and catching the firestorm that was the masses ready to crucify me for cinema heresy) I figure I will send it one step farther. Or as a particular chef say, Let's Kick It Up A Knotch! Which I am about to do. Since I did before, I'm going with my 10 worst movies ever made and why I feel as such. Yes, I will catch hell. I may get disowned by friends and shunned by family members cause of it. But....it has to happen. And now...hold your seats and your ticket stubs. We going down a trip into my own personal madness.

My Top 10 Worst Movies Ever Made

10. The Bodyguard

Sometimes, I really try to think would anyone make protecting a famous singer from a stalker become a love story. It seem it was. Singer falls for bodyguard after the stalker gets put down. A song that many thought was originally done by the star of the movie yet many don't even know it was a remake. Yes, Whitney did hit the killer high pitch toward the end. Guy gets girl. Pardon me as I break out the party favors. I think the stalker should really got to them and finished this movie in 30 minutes. I can watch an interview with Charlie Manson and get more entertainment.

9. Fat Albert

Hey! Hey! Hey! It's a baaaaaaaaad movie!
I'm goin' to sing a song to you!!!!
Why this movie's full of pooooo!
You took a cartoon, and turned it into crap.
Every time I watch it, I have to take a nap.

Yes, this movie is horrible with a capital H! You take one of the guys from Good Burger (which can be placed as an dishonorable mention in itself.) And attempt to bring good humor and overall fun into the movies. I can even think Mushmouth can speak Queen English with perfect articulation and say, "What in the hell is this crap?

8. Batman (1989)

Take Beetlejuice and a bunch of bad writing and horrid directing and what you get. Something that even Robin would yell out. "Holy Craptastically Bad Movie!" Let's take into account why this movie is enough to make you wanna Bat-toosie your way out the door. Tim Burton and Sam Hamm - I don't know who was responsible for the "creative licensing" to say The Joker kill the Waynes, to have Harvey Dent be played by a black man "Billy Dee Williams" not even a good cold can of Colt 45 can save this. And the shocker, how the hell you going to let Vicki Vale just be walked into the Batcave with Alfred. Hello..if you going to have a secret identity you sure as hell not going to just let your girlfriend or whatever just be escorted to your secret place by the butler. The man would be fired faster than a porn star school teacher. Only saving grace if Jack
performance and that is about as far as I go.

7. Dirty Dancing

You can start the screams and hellstorm now. You hate this movie?? I can say it in one word. YES!!!!! Sorry, why am I going to go all ga-ga about a love movie about the sweet girl and the bad boy dancer in search of rhythm. Noone puts Baby in the corner. I think Baby should have been hurled into the deepest corner, and guarded by an army rabid, starved possoms and dare baby to leave. And the final scene, it would been hilarious if he lifted her up and fell flat on his ass. Yes. I went there. I had the time of my life. It sure wasn't watching this movie. I had better times watching leper kung-fu.

6. The Watchmen

Oh! How I loathe this movie in ways that can not be uttered because there small children in China who do not need to hear the spews of profanity that can be spoken when this movie is described. Take a classic piece of comic writing by a mad genius Alan Moore and turn it into movie that was more CGI, less acting and all believability. I think you can convince there are such things flying pink unicorns that fart skittles and piss out chilled champagne. The acting was horrible to a point I think they just wanted to get it over with, get their money and go home. And the moron who played Dr. Manhattan...I will not even waste my words uttering your name. I seen move realistic acting from corpses. For the sake of fairness...I will say one nice thing about this movie. Had an decent soundtrack. Even the creator of this masterpiece said after watching it he had a serious W......T........F....moment. Damn you DC for destroying this. Damn you to the bowls of hell I say!

5. Ghostbusters

There some movies that try too hard. There some movies that try and fail. And there some movies that just try and suck. Bill Muarry, why did you forsake good movies? Ok not forsake, but stick to good movies like. Stripes and Caddyshack. Now this dribble. I'm sorry. New York city infested by ghosts and you run around with some converted hearse. I don't care with anyone say that is a hearse....and I think they should carried this movie to it's final resting place. Even the one token black guy was like, as long as you pay me, I'll believe anything. I think you should got paid more for the job. I do think that the Stay-Puff Marshmallow Man should stomped the lot of them. Have lil white specks in its feet.

4. It

I will be the first to say, I have a natural disdain of clowns. Yes, I hate clowns. I am a card carrying bozophobe. I would have that Marshmallow dude eat Pennywise up and call it a public service. The again, I don't think there much service for this movie but to say this is one of the few Stephen King movies that make this list. I do find some of his work good and others...well I can't stand it. And this one starts off the rants. What can I say - I HATE CLOWNS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The top 3. I think will cause so much problems to so many. But, it must be said....they are bad bad bad. Let's go.

3. The Shawshank Redemption

I know this is suppose to be one of the top 10 movies ever made and a modern classic. I don't think in my opinion this is a classic. I still try to even wonder why is this cinematic nightmare is great. Very overrated. Yes it's a good amount of violence. Which is ok. But this movie has more plot holes and twists than a Spanish Novella on Univision. I think where is the redemption for this. But, I feel I wanna embrace my Inquisition mode and say. There is no redemption, there is no forgiveness. There is only damnation for this movie. I judge it as heretical and must be burned. Or at least publicly flogged.

2. The Green Mile

I walk down the long roads, the paths that lead to destination of prosperity, joy and enlightenment. Too bad if you walk down this green mile, learn that this will be 3 hours that I will never get back. I usually call The Green Mile as the Shawshank Redemption's bastard cousin. But has a magical negro friend who can raise the dead.

Yeah...I'm going there....

This movie just really did not get me like countless others. Who knows, but this gets me a reaction to just go on a marathon and run 26 green miles away from here. Not bad screen play. Unconvincing acting and plot that leaves me more confused than translating Latin to Ebonics for Frenchmen. The movie should be executed for crimes against film.

I know many are ready to scream and cuss me out like a drunk sailor on leave. Yet, wait there is just one more. If you ready to disavow me, let's go all in. Let me drive my movie dislikes home with my #1 worst movie ever made. Ladies hold on to your boyfriend pillows...

#1 The Princess Bride

Oh this celluloid abortion should have never been thought of. Peter Faulk, go back to being a detective and investigate why in the world this movie is suppose to be so great. The only redeeming quality of this movie and I do mean ONLY thing is Inigo Montoya. I can see why Puss from the Shrek movies use him. It's about the best thing going for it and if you going to rob concepts from movies, may as well do something good with it. I know this is suppose to be one of the ultimate chick flicks and girly movies. Guy find girl, girl falls in love. Girl gets her happy ever after. I get to go into diabetic shock from all the sweet, sappiness. My goodness, dentists are wetting themselves with the potential teeth work they will get from the cavities after watching the first 30 minutes of this. I don't know if it's the predictability of this hogwash or just the overdrawn novel of hero saves the day...blah blah blah. I just wish the villain would got away with it. But sadly, Hollywood never allows that or where is the faith of the good always winning in the end and the hero gets the girl? And the name Buttercup...only good about a buttercup is if it's made by Resses's Mmmmmmm now that's something we can all enjoy.

Let me storm the castle...and slaughter everyone there and burn it and this movie down. Can't watch this movie without wanna have a few shots of Everclear or anything else that will put me to sleep. But, now I shall duel Inigo for killing his dreams.

En Garde!!

So who still is my friend now?? I may by myself, alienated the entire planet with this list. If I was to hate these movies that many consider classics...surely we have to debate what is a classic. These are nowhere near that list. What are my top 10 best movies made. Well that is another blog for another time. If anyone still wants to read my work. :) :) :)

SAW

Not all of us can be a positive speaking person...

 I am a person who can speak the words of truth to those that need it and I can say the positive, uplifting things when the situation requires it. But, if you ask me to some motivational speaker. It's not my way. If I was, it will be a motivational speak that will incite a riot, a revolution or even worse a lazy act of nothing. But, I see so many folks on so many social networks, even those that I know as friends and acquaintances that like to post some of those words of positive living or upliftment. And so many just post words of thank you, likes, retweets, etc. I usually overlook most of it because I normally find most of it not laughable, but empty. Me honestly, I am not that type of person. I don't know those who do, but I will be honest and keep it 100 with you when I say - it's not for everyone. I never been that way. I'm a realist. I don't think a few words of positivity and whatnot is going to be the sprinkles of sunshine of the shitty-gray skies that can be around in life. Call it the cynical part of me. And I will gladly accept it with a smile. But, I just know that a positive word, some quote of inspiration, or a bible verse is going to make it better. (sorry friends it just not that simple) or it would be allot less stress there with many and the hurricane stress in my own life.

I won't speak or respond with those words others post. I know they mean well and I can understand and appreciate it. Yet. I do laugh at most of it and think to myself...yeah really un huh. Ok. Rainy days are just interludes of the shiny days ahead...blah blah blah. Pardon me as I grab my raincoat and walk into the deluge. These storms are not simple ones - and not something a word or two can easily fix.

I guess in the end, it's just who I am. A cynical who don't see the positive or negative. But the truth. Truth has no moral compass. it is what it is and right now, things are pretty messed up. I can say that with a few more, colorful words.  But, I'm refraining from using it for my friends who have an allergy to profanity.

Any words of upliftment??

SAW

It's Story Time...folks!

this is just something I been working on for a while and finally got around to writing it. It just a psycho drama that has plots turns and twists...like any good reality show (that's been obviously scripted) I will attempt to get each chapter in this done and make it like a webnovel or something. Who knows. Maybe it can be a best seller in the making. Move over 50 Shades of Grey...I'm going for a 1,000,000 Shades of Green. KA-CHING!

It don't have a title yet...will do that part last once it's done. So those who like free reading...here you go. By the way pardon the typos and stuff...as one of my creative writing teachers in college once said..the first draft is always bullshit...now...read on...

The news report ran the caption across the screen of Jarret Bragman’s television.

“Kenard O’Conner, almost known as The Summerdale Strangler has been executed by lethal injection. He was pronounced dead at 12:04 AM this morning in front of three dozen witnesses; those mostly the relatives of the victims he has murdered in the past decade. O’Conner was convicted and sentenced to death for the nine murders he committed twenty-six months ago in the Applewood Slayings that rocked this state to its core. After a multi-state manhunt, O’Conner walked into the FBI headquarters in Boston to turn himself in with…”

Bragman, hit the mute button on the television and sighed. He knew the rest; in fact he knew almost all of this. Special Agent Jarret Bragman was one of the leading investigators in to the Summerdale Strangler case. Spending nearly five years of his life, tracking down this monster, only to have him elude capture and to give himself up. Jarret felt cheated in not being the one to catch him. He wanted nothing more than to be the one to lead him in handcuffs to the execution chamber. Yet, he couldn’t do it and it ate at his soul. This was his first big case since graduating from the FBI Academy and he wanted to prove himself. He guessed that it shouldn’t matter. His investigation did help bring him down, but not much. He confessed to the dealings, along with others. And the trial – if one could even call it such – was nothing but a farce. He pled guilty to everything and not even flinched when the state attorney asked and was given the death penalty. He only smiled, bowed to the court and hummed a bit of show tunes as he was escorted out of the court room. The stint on death-row was a short one, less than one year. Being under twenty-four hour guard, to ensure he did not cheat the state out of its due justice. The week leading to the execution was chaotic in the slightest. Many wanted to partake in the witnessing of the execution. A lottery was drawn up and many asked could it be televised for other victims who could not attend. Just to have piece of mind. The judge refused outright.

He was glad the monster was dead. The case was closed and now it is time for him to be assigned to something new. Turning the power off on the televison, Jarret laid down and quickly drifted off to sleep.

“Agent Bragman,” the voice said. Bragman looked to see a woman in a FedEx uniform standing before her, carrying an envelope. “I have a letter for you, Sir.” Jarret signed for the letter and she left, leaving him looking at who sent this. He was not expecting anything. Opening a drawer to his left, he put on some rubber gloves and a breathing mask. Once he was felt safe, he looked at the address. It was from a mailing service out of Atlanta. He opened it and saw there was another envelope inside it. He also could feel something heavy inside it. He opened the other envelope to see a key fall onto the desk. He set the key aside and read the letter accompanied it.

Hello Agent Bragman,

Or should I just call you Jarret Dylan. Agent Bragman is just so formal. And I for one really don’t see that we should be so formal with each other. Granted, you been after me for so long. I think we can pass such things and be quite personal…”

O’Conner. He thought. This has to be from him, sent with instructions that it was to be delivered to him after his death. He continued on reading.

…and be as frank and comfortable as possible. I have to say, that I was hoping that you could had caught me over the years. I figured since our first meeting in that bar in Landover, that you could figured out that I already killed my latest victim. The one you found headless in her bathtub. I figured you could have detected the smell of the blood.

Well anyway, it does not matter. I wanted to write you because; I have to say that over the years of playing the cat-and-mouse with you and your comrades in the FBI and state law-enforcement, You were the closest to knowing and understanding my methods and my mind. Oh yes, I known so much about you in so many ways. I had many chances to eliminate you. But, I respected you for your sense of duty, sense of honor and the determination that few had shown. And your respect towards your fellow man was admirable. You and I are allot alike, Jarret. Oh yes, it’s true. Soon, you will find out how much alike we are. Enclosed are a few things that I left to you. I know that many of my estate items is caught up in lawsuits with my “friends” and I really wanted you to have this before the vultures pecked over my other possessions. They are the true criminals. Lawyers. I should have killed more of them. Call it a public service. Anyway, this contains a key to a safe deposit box and I left instructions into how you can obtain what is stored there. Rest assured, you would not want to just turn it in for some cold-case. Seriously, why bother? I am already dead. And why waste time with further investigations. I will not say anymore. I await you once you obtain my material. I believe it will be worth the trip and effort.

Till then, I remain.

Kenard O’Connor.

P.S. I know that the agency has a standard practice of wearing gloves and masks when handling unknown correspondence. Let me assure you, I did not put any anthrax or richen in this material. Why do that? So you can remove the mask and gloves. Ta Ta.

Jarret set the letter down and removed the gloves and mask. O’Connor was right. Why go through all this effort, just in some act of spite from beyond the grave. He looked at the key. It had a number etched into it: 392. He looked at the other paper. It was an official letterhead from Chesapeake Bank. It was instruction in how to obtain a safety deposit box. Jarret saw the address and sighed. Of course, it was a two hour drive to Virginia Beach and the bank would be closed by the time he arrived there. So he decided to set out the next day. He looked at the key. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. But what secrets did it contain? What evil could it hide? It was in a bank vault. It couldn’t be much. Or could it?

Around noon the next day, Jarret arrived at the Chesapeake Bank. Parking his agency issued Ford Focus, got out of the car, grabbed the binder with the letter and checked for the key. He started to walk toward the entrance, with a woman heading towards the same way, pushing a stroller. The automatic door opened and he allowed the lady to enter first. She thanked him and pushed past.

The bank looked like more an office building than a bank - rows of cubicles, with people discussing their business and to the right were tellers processing transactions. He walked toward an empty cubicle. There was a man sitting there, dressed in a maroon colored suit with white tie.

“May I help you?

Jarret replied in saying, “Yes, where are the safety deposit boxes?”

The man pointed his finger in the direction to the far left. “You go through that corridor and you will find a lady who can assist you with that.”

Jarret thanked him and walked towards the direction indicated. He walked pasted the two guards who were standing on either side of the corridor. The nodded as he past and there was an older aged woman in a light blue pants suit sitting at a mahogany desk. He walked to her and she looked up, smiling pleasantly.

“Good morning, how may I help you?”

Jarret took the set and withdrew his folder, producing the key to it. “I am here to open up box 392 please.”

The lady keyed the number on her computer terminal.

“May I see your identification please,” she asked?

He withdrew his wallet with his driver’s license and handed it to her. She scanned it and entered his name into the system. “Everything is in order, Mr. Bragman. I will escort you to the vaults now.”

Standing up to follow her, Jarret walked to the secured area. The lady entered a keycode on the pad opened the door. “This way please.”

Inside the vault, there were countless drawers, shelves and safes. Turing to a corner, he can see rows numbered 300-500. After a few moments of walking she stopped at #392.

“Here we are. 392,” she started to say. “This particular box only has one key, which you possess. I’ll give you some privacy while you access its contents. Just press this button on the wall whenever you are ready. I will collect you.”

“Thank you,” Jarret said as she turned to leave. He looked at the box, and began to wonder what was in it. The box was not very big, yet to him, it felt like something as big as the building. This man, this killer, has done so many things. Could it be a confessional or a list of all his victims? Items he taken from those he killed over the years? Steeling himself, he took the key and inserted it into the lock.

Here goes he said to himself as he turned the key. The lock clicked and he pulled the drawer forward. The drawer was almost empty except for huge, black book and silver chain with another key attached to it. Attached to the key was a small note. He took the note and opened it.

Hello Jarret

I knew you would come. Even from beyond the grave. I knew you would. Well this is just a sample of what is to come. This key is a storage unit that has many wonderful things, but I won’t tell you all of that just yet. Good things come to those who are patient and wait. However, I have given you something to keep you busy. This book is one of my personal journals. A diary of my life so to speak. There are plenty more of these you will find once you reach my unit. And I have left clues in this very book to locate it. But in the meantime, enjoy it as you get to do something that very few have ever had the glace in doing. Knowing me…for me.

K

Jarret looked at the book; black, worn with time and usage. He thumbed to the first page of the book. It only had 4 words.

Deus amat. hominem occidit

He knew this was Latin but would have to wait to return to the agency to translate it. He knew that this should be turned into authorities for analysis. However, he felt cheated in not catching this man and if he could learn how and why he escaped capture, it could help in any future cases where he would not fail. Taking the book and chain, he closed the drawer and walked to the panel where the button was to call for the lady. He felt the weight of these items dragging him down, almost making it difficult for him to walk or even breathe. Calming himself, he pressed the button. It would be a few minutes before she arrived. And then he would read this journal, find this storage unit and find some closure to what has tormented him for so long. But, for now, he only had this book. What would be in it? He walked towards the woman as she approached.

“You can have the key back ma’am. There will be no need for it,” Jarret said as he gave the box key to her. “You can close out the account.”

Minutes later, he was in his car, hearing the baseball broadcast, but not paying attention. He thumbed through the pages of the journal. Looking at the numerous entries and seeing pictures, sketches and clippings. Suddenly, his cell phone rang. He looked at the Caller ID, it was the office. He answered the phone.

“Bragman  here.”

“I will be there in an hour,” he said as he hung up the phone and started the car. For now the book would have to wait, as he placed it on the seat next to him. He had more current matters. He drove out of the parking lot trying to force himself to think of the task at hand. But, he couldn’t. He will have time for the book of The Summerdale Strangler. But, it will come later. He had plenty of time for it.

**

Wearing false smiles...

I can only imagine just how most of you are trying to understand that title. Don't worry, it will all be explained in its due course. It was just a title that sums up what this entry is about. The truth is I was very reluctant to write this - yet, since I know many would never digest its true content - why the hell not.

Question before the board: Why do we all wear so many false smiles for others? The reason being for this is why when others have such good fortunes going for them and wish to share it with those in their circle, why do so many only throw on a forced smile of joy - especially when in their own world, their own lives, they have nothing to smile about? I am not saying those friends that are simply haters in disguise. Nothing such a sinister sort. However - just do a pretend gesture of insincere celebratory joy for others blessings, good luck, whatever. Is it truly hard for one to be happy for others when deep down in their own little world there is little or nothing to be happy about in themselves.I guess it is easier to wear a false smile and do the required amount of gestures and bow out.

I know before anyone else throws out the classical and every present counter-point, because I know many have it already uttered in their minds. Let me give a per-emptive response right now to your question. No, it does not matter if the role was reversed. If one wears a false smile and I knew would it bother me. Not at all.

I don't think it's wrong wearing a false smile for others. If only to shield our own pain in our own lives. I know that it is said to be happy for others blessings is to be blessed yourself. With all due respect to those who believe that - and no offense to those who believe it. That is utter and pure NONSENSE!!!! I don't believe that for any second or any minute.

I pose an example to you. If you have someone gets their dream job and know you been out trying to get on board with something. Sure it's good to know you can get a hook-up and your foot in the door. But, do not think for a second that it will not be in their heart of hearts that now I am owed my own opportunity by someone else and not my own effort. How is that for one's own self-worth? I know we all need help in the world, in our own ways we need a hand to extend to others. But, isn't it not as rewarding to know you did it on your own too. Is it not said those are helped best are those who help themselves? A bit paradoxical don't you think?

Do we wear these false smiles because we do not truly care? Of course not. It's not wrong to try to express our happiness in those close to us. Yet, how hard is it when we don't have it in ourselves? Would I expect others to do the same if the role is reversed? Well, thing is I am already expecting some to. Would it bother me? Not in the slightest. Because, I would know and understand.

So today, I wear another false smile. Not for I do not care for ones happiness. But to mask our own pains. So please forgive those that have it and never speak of it. It's just we not in any good place for other's joys when we have none in ourselves.

SAW

I'm famous - so my words mean more...

I kind of wonder anyone can answer this ponder. If two people speak and say the same thing, one a normal person and the other a celebrity. Both speak the same words of positivity and uplifting. Yet one was all but ignored because it came from someone who lives an ordinary life without the name behind it. The other some famous person that has a large amount of money, social status and maybe a sense of license to grace humanity with a sense of public consciousness. Who would one believe? I ask this for the simple reason that I consider how so many people can follow the shepherd of the famous - as if his words will lead the flock of the non-elite to Nirvana.

It makes me laugh how so many of those famous people just go out and do those commercials for one saying oh do this, give that, help this and blah blah blah. Now I am all for those that do have a genuine cause, or a worthwhile charity. I am all for that. But I do consider myself thinking of this. How many these folks actually cough up the money they ask many of the viewers and citizens. I am like hell you make a few million dollars a year, you cough up most the cash for whatever. Think you can use the tax write-off anyway right? Think my poor $.52 a day going to help. I remember someone say oh yeah 52 cents (the price for a cup of coffee can help feed some starving guy in Africa.) I'm thinknig like where the hell is that place right now. I wanna eat for fiddy-two cents a day. And I know many more who do too. Today, you can't even get bubble gum that cheap. Oh how I miss those days.

And the other I have to get a good chuckle at is all those who just post all these videos and posts of all these positive, uplifting, motivational words of good merit, cheer and hoopla, that I know about 100 folks who don't have the platinum charge card from American Express and the common gentry laps it up like snozzeberry icecream from wonka's factory. I guess it is true the messenger is more important the message one gives. Yet, I wonder, do many of these people believe what they even say or is it just a ploy - or a case of absolute bullshittery (yes that is a word). And I do ask, if you have a friend who can say the same thing, may not in so many words, or so many others who follow them like a shadow. But, you sometimes need to ask - where is the credibility of those paid endorsers of the common welfare? Ever wonder they just say most of this out of pure sincerity, or are they just entrapping the mind with scented words that can cause you to fall for anything with no substance? Now, I know many others would say the same thing. There is always an agenda for everyone - but do you fall for the one who captures the masses with the honeyed words of falsity, or the ordinary Joe Schmo?

Who knows, maybe writing this entry, or even keeping this blog is the thing that so many others (well those who have bank statements that look like my phone number). I don't know. Difference is that I just bring a harsh reality of enlightenment. I don't consider myself to be anything motivating - but maybe in twisted way, I could be. Who knows. Yet, I ain't famous...except in my own head. I'm pretty popular there.

SAW

Love is in the air...

so why does it smell like sulphur and rancid milk?

I am not one to be a bitter Betty but, it just something that I been pondering allot as of late. Has this become a summer of love? With new romances, June/July weddings and the like, you kind of have to ask yourself is there something in the air that is becoming all amore - amore (that's international talk - I tend be like that at times) It kind of laugh at all the many that just run towards the summer fling. All full of intense fervor, like a fireball in the sky, or a comet, comes brightly - shines on and then fades away. While some may linger around ( some like a bad canker or a stubborn bill collector ) and have a long term relationship. While others will fade away like the seasons. With memories, potential lawsuits or even a positive test for a baby or a notice of a court order to pay child support. WHO knows how those seasonal escapades can end  or evolve.

I guess with all the nonsense and trouble in the world, maybe a bit of love or something is necessary, if for anything but peace of mind. Not that a good bottle of Don Julio and a plate of wings can't provide that same need. Or maybe that is me. Who knows?

I just find it funny how many people just post all kinds of love related nonsense and the amazing inspirational, romantic pictures and quotes and all that crap you find when one is in that state of mind.

Hear something like..ooh love with the right person makes all troubles seem nothing - a blah blah blah. I can come up with about 30 cynical and quirky comebacks and believe me, I have. Yet, I hate to be a killjoy to them. No matter how tempted I want to, how much it would give me a bit of sadistic pleasure to be the storm on the sunny day of the world. I'm a villain damnit...you expect lollipops and dandilions here? HELL NO!

I think I will compose up a list of evil retorts for those love quotes and stuff and give it a bit of harsh logic. May as well. For there must be balance and why not give the darkside of all that equal time. It's the least I cna do right?

So if love is in the air...please make sure you are not passing a set of burning tires...

Looking Back....Looking Forward

I took me a while to really write this entry. Not because of the subject matter that I am discussing, but to really speak what I wanted to say to really give this justice. I know this time of year is a big "rite of passage" for so many people in terms of their lives beginning. Mostly, those who completed the big hurdle in their lives. Me graduating high school so many years ago - I can only count the years for I am getting old; I thought that is was just the biggest accomplishment in my life. Something that I worked hard to do and to share it with my family and my friends, many of them that walked the same journey with me from day 1. I can't say that I begun with them. Being transplanted from Oakland to Mississippi, I will admit was kind of a big change. Yet, in retrospect, I can hardly remember the times of Kindergarten and 1st Grade. Not clearly. Yet, 2nd grade unto that May night in 1994, I can remember those times fondly. The classes (some I kind of slept through YAWN), hamburger Friday, and the recces time. Lockers (which I rarely used), to homeroom (which to this very day, I still try to find out the purpose for that. - I wonder has anyone in the history of education ever failed homeroom.) Study-Hall, which I still think, does anyone every study there? I know I never did.

Then I think of my days back high school - 4 years that really say help define me as the person I am today. Being a realist, learning history (helping pass a class in the process), discussing conspiracy theories in Mr. Wade's class, to debating the topics of the day - only because if just play the devil's advocate. But the most fondest thing about it are the people, those that I call my friends. In a sense, it was a family, because in many aspects, we spent more time together than our actual family. (well it would seem the case.)

But, like many things, time passes, people lose touch, and we all grow up on the paths that we all walk. Some got married, have children on their own, followed their dreams, accomplished whatever they sought out to do. One thing that I can say about Facebook, is that it did reconnect many of us that it would be difficult to find - even those that lived in the same neighborhood. :P Yet, looking at so many now accomplish much, it does my heart proud to see so many do so much. (so may not achieved what they thought they would back in high school, yet you may done more than you expect and tomorrow is a day of ambition and never too late to do it.

Now looking back, I smile. Looking forward I smile at the possibility of what is ahead. A circle that widens with new experiences, new people that come in as well. But, where it starts are those that were there from the beginning. And me personally, before I was a cynic, before I was a villain, before I was just an overall ass, I was Marco. It is said  you don't know where you are going until you know where you come from. I know I came from Morton, Mississippi. I carry that place in my heart wherever I go. Sadly there is no K's Korner in Dallas and I can't get that teleport platform working or I be there stocking up on burgers.

Now, I look at the raining night in May, we all left the nest, planted new roots, raising a new generation and looking ahead to the future. I don't know where it may take me, but I know, as I knew then it will be something grand. Some those that have now reached this milestone. Know the future is bright and yours to take. Your story is to be written, as ours were. Make it a grand one. Look forward and start your journey.

With one step.

SAW 

Step right up...place your bets...

I know I'm going to catch all kinds of hell for this. Yet, then again, when I ever not got flak for many things I speak, ponder and heaven help anyone who ever takes a stroll in my mind. You would lose your damn sanity - and I would be on trial. But, I digress. The question I ponder, my people is it wrong for me to place personal odds and bets on relationships and stuff? I know that Vegas has put up odds on how long relationships last for several celebrities and I usually consider if I was a betting man and if there was a set of odds on how long folks relationships can or would last. I look at how much logic and reason can pull out the odds and we place it on such a board...

but in many cases, I know that it would a bit higher..

Now don't want to sound like a total ass-hat and cold to such a change in one's romantic status.Yet, I'm just a villain, what else would one such as I do. I can do all the best luck and wishes and all that. BUT, sometimes I have to consider. If there was bets and odds places and I can make a wager, I would. Hell I heard they had odds on how long Kim Kardashian's marriage would last and I would think there be a few that would be raking in the cash. And lord  knows, there folks I know that I can step up a betting table and be like I want to put this on this being less than 6 months at 3 to 1 and I be like...

KA-CHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I would be a rich villain with a few less friends but then again, with this, I could rent new friends. Call me a hater if you want, I call it being opportunistic. However, if I'm wrong, I would stand up and admit I'm wrong.

But, I doubt that I'm wrong. Alas...but that's how I roll cause I'm a villain....don't believe me...see this

we all going to place bets on that new relationship. We are the odds now...20 to 1....who got $20??

SAW

No good deed goes unpunished...

and no bad deed goes unrewarded.

Me being the nice, considerate and overall gentleman that I am...(no jokes from the nuts in the peanut gallery I can be damnit!) But I digress. I tried to do something so nice and stuff and I feel that I need to share it with my people.

I was at some local eatery today for lunch and I saw two women that were preparing to leave and one of them pretty much had decided to leave without her makeup being touched up appropriately. And me being the good guy that I am decided to help this individual with making sure her facepaint was good to go. Now mind you, this person was a card carrying member of the Sharpie Nation. YES, friends, she had the eyebrows all done up in the Sharpie manner. And some of it was running of, I don't know it was cause she was sweating more than a crackhead with a bank loan application or what. SO, what I done was reach into my bag and pull out a Sharpie and say, I think you can use this to touch up your eyebrows and don't mind if you can use it to get it done. Well, needless to say, she was pretty offended by the notion and just stormed off, greatly insulted. Well, all I can say was seeesh, try to help some folks and they get all bent out of shape. Heaven knows, she already look like she could pass for one of Mr. Potatohead's bastard kids and I for one was trying to help her out. I guess she was mad because, she was wanting a different color than I had. Maybe she wanted the red or the lavender Sharpie. Who knows.

So in short, my people, never attempt to give out any makeup aid to those who clearly need it. It can become more problems than solutions. And for my Sharpie, do not fear. It may not want to touch such bad skin anyway.

But, then again, we must stop and curtail the Sharpie abuse...just say NO TO Sharpie Abuse!

Stop the madness!!!

SAW

When the doors open for others...

sometimes it's best to close it behind them and go the other way.

I know many kind of wonder what is the meaning behind this quote. And yes it's made by me. I doubt that it will ever be remembered for the sake of history as a quotation of worth. However, for me, it means allot. How so you may ask? Guess, that is what this entry is about.

Over the last few months, I have seen many people who I known for years, some not so much go through several changes that for the most part prove extremely positive. I won't go into many semantics with it, but to sum it up, I'm quite happy for them. Many had to fight battles that I don't know if I had the strength or capacity to endure - yet I know many of those same individuals would never be able to carry what I had either. Yet, this is not a contest of such. There plenty of doors we enter in life; such that leads to opportunities, growth, success and the like. The saying that when one door closes another opens. But, I think that includes people as well. Sometimes, many must move back or leave or be left behind for others to move forward. This isn't always a negative thing. Granted, some can be attributed to drama, arguments and the like. However, there are cases when you are meant for a finite period. Do what was necessary or fulfill a purpose and move on. There also just rare moments, you are only there to witness others become what they are destined to be and that's it.

But, then there those few who are just there to close the doors others enter and go the other way while others go forward. If for any reason than to ensure those who have improved their own selves not regress back. For myself, I been such a doorman. I feel for a long time just a person to bare witness for many others or to be just that one person to point in the direction of success, greatness, happiness, etc and then close the door behind them. In doing so, I have kind of been fading out of lives. Like the moments between dreams and consciousness. Over time to be a memory and then nothing. Many times not even a goodbye is needed or necessary. For many years, I have left behind many people and never as much gave as much as a wave,a handshake or even words, "So long." I never really knew why but I guess, it was easier to be forgotten this way. From those at home, to my time in Houston, then Hattiesburg, to Irving and even now. It just makes it easier to server those ties that bind me here. Some are harder than others I will admit. Other times, it's as simple as turning around and going the other direction.

Now, for those who have found whatever they wanted or wished for, it's time for me to take my leave and back away. Maybe it's selfish of me to be so, many say why not be part of it and have it shared. Honestly, that never been me. Granted it's their choice to do so, yet it's my choice to politely refuse, or just not be there to do it. As I said, it can be selfish but sometimes in life, we have to be. While I know the core people will still be there, mostly my family, there others that it won't be as difficult to slip away. I did what I was meant to do and now time to be a the one to close the door behind those who are moving on.

And what of me? What is next for me, that is a question that really has no answer for I don't know. I go where the winds blow and walk till fate, chance, whim or whatever brings me to someone else and start over again. Looking at names, numbers - so easy to delete and walk on, and many more would never notice you not there. Yet happy to know that they are where you don't have to be thought of to begin with. So those who have walked though that door, do not worry, I will close it behind you.

It's the least I can do...

SAW

Maybe it's just me but....

as of late, I just been seeing so many posts on Facebook with signs asking everyone to like, and share for this for some stupid thing or another. Or please like and share to locate someone. Maybe it's the cynic in me, maybe I'm just the traditional asshole that so many have come to know and love but I have this great notion stop me if you heard this before but why not...

do it your damn self - work to get whatever you are wanting and search for what you are looking for on your own.

Just saying. I guess now of days the social media has been transformed into the begging, locator and depository of self-justification.

I will probably get allot of hate mail for this but, I can give 2 shades of a damn about it. I just feel that way and honestly, I'm shocked nobody has not said anything about it. Yet. I should just go head and be like them and see if I can get a million views, posts, or comments on this blog. Now that would something. The again I would be charged for the same hypocrisy. And I ain't got no time for that. Don't believe me..let my friend say it for me...

So in closing, I really hope that folks can actually stop with that nonsense of posting signs in needs of likes. I mean seriously, you think anyone will get a million likes for you to get a puppy or a tickets to a game, or any crap like that. I probably doubt it but oh well...let's see if my favorite Star Trek Captain can help with my dislike...

Live long and prosper.... 

SAW

Brand New Year...Same Old Stupidity...

First of all, let me wish each and every one of you readers and my people a wonderful, happy and most prosperous New Year. I do hope you all eaten your black-eyed peas - left three on the plate. For health, wealth, and prosperity. For me, I may just have to leave the whole plate full. I can use all of that and then some. So New Year tidings to you all. Now let's get to it...

It seems that even with the coming of a new calender yet, we have come across the same bull shittery that we have witness from last year.But this time, it has come with such a twist, that I just could not help but post it.

Now, nothing makes me irritated than men who just have to sag and have their pants hanging off their ass or so far it's to their knees. I have to say that I wanted to drag some of those folks up to the nearest Walmart, Target, or anything; buy them a belt, beat their ass with it and then make them wear it and pull their pants up. I told a few of those wanna be thugs do you know the whole reason of sagging. One who had the brains and intellect of an empty soup can (and I really don't want to insult the soup can for saying this) said and I'm quoting this, "Because it's the hood way, thug-life and real G's sag." Heaven help us for stupid logic. Well I had to break it down to him and his "so-called" thugs that sagging is a prison calling card that is your pants are sagging and hanging down, it's an open calling card to pretty much get prison pow-wowed. So you may as well drop them all the way down bend over and well you know the rest. I went and bought a pack of M & M's and said here you may start practicing now putting on candy lipstick. Well a few of them did not believe me and just said it wasn't true. Well the fools will learn if they end up in one of our many illustrious correctional facilities across this great nation of our.

I say that to say this, why is it that I saw some very individual from the north suburbs of Dallas. Which I call the rich North Dallas Beautiful People, leave Ben and Jerry's not only sagging, then secondly, looking like he just got out of a spray-tan session, and here is the kicker and clincher, sagging and wearing a thong. I was like really...you going so called wangsta wearing your sister's underwear. Tisk tisk tisk...I just could not help myself but laugh. He trying to be a bad boy or something, he is doing it ALL wrong. And how in all the world would you be sporting a thong like that. You not a thug, you just confused. Take off your sister's panties ok?? Just saying!