What if it were in New England?

With the oil still gushing at alarming rates in the gulf, I am wondering if there would be a quicker solution if the oil spill was in New England. Just imagine if this disaster had happened near New England or off the California coast would there be more urgency in finding a solution. Just like Katrina it seems that the Government is not so much of a hurry to fix things. In New Orleans the fixed up the Superdome and surrounding areas pretty swiftly, and they ensured that there was plenty of media coverage about that, but travel to down to the areas that are not affected by tourism and see how much has been done. Just something to make think!!

Why such a big deal?

With the free agency in full effect every one is trying to impress LeBron James in order to get him to play in their city.  The one question that I have is why is someone that has not won anything significant as a team.  He is regarded one of the two best players in NBA and has won back to back most valuable player awards but yet no NBA title.  There are other players out there such as Dwayne Wade who has one an NBA title but not getting all the buzz.  Once again I ask “Why such a big deal?”

Source: espn.com

Red Cup Society

Who Wants to be the Next Trick Hoe?

When did it become popular to show your Hoe-ness. Back in the day when you slept with a married person, you kept quiet about it. Now every trick hoe is screaming at the top of her lungs that she slept with Tiger or she slept with Jesse James. What really is funny about these skeezoids is that they think they should be treated well. One girl wants an apology from Tiger. For What??? You knew the man was married and essentially a liar. One hooker said Tiger never flew her first class. I wouldn’t fly a hoe first class either. You got a plane ticket…that’s enough. And Gloria Alredd, you have turned into a grade A clown. Gloria has lost all credibility getting mixed up with these attention getting hoes and having press conferences. Ladies can you go back to having affairs with married men and just blackmailing them for money instead of trying to be the next tabloid star and spare US the drama????

JUMP OFF

After reading about this Matthew Knowles love child.

I am thrilled to know that Matthew Knowles has a love child. And he’s really quite a cutey patootey. I’m wondering, is not using a condom still in style? Like AIDS nor overpopulation have any bearing on this thing here. I understand how great raw dog feels…it’s true. But is their no tinge of guilt followed by a quick run to CVS for the now available over-the-counter miracle “the Morning After pill”.

Maybe that’s just me. But that’s always my reflex.

1st week Down

The E.N.D. Tour is here. And it is beyond large. It’s pretty amazing. Atlanta was pretty easy and Miami became a circus. The circus normally happens when all of management and their huge egos come into play. I spend more time dealing with them and their needs than the actual artist. Then there’s this man….this tiny little man who is driving me nuts. Literally trying me in every way that he can. He talks crazy…he talks like how you’ve been told white men talk but didn’t really believe until you saw it for yourself. I’m talking the smell of sulfur when he leaves the room. The straight devil, Child. And it hasn’t stopped. The light at the end of the tunnel was that he put his hands on the wrong opening act and got thunked. I should not relish in other people’s misery but he’s such a **** dickhead. NOTORIOUS for being a dickhead…like it’s on his license.
But what I’m re-learning, is to brush my shoulders off…and that lying fat sacks of shit dickheads reveal themselves everytime.

I also happened to meet Ron Conway and was able to take care of him enough to be noticed. He sold Google for 1.5billion dollars. Crazy scrillas. He thanked me by giving me 2 tickets to the Superbowl. Amazing. Ate and drank all day, bought a Superbowl blankie, went into the Super box where Lish and I were the only girls, and promptly slept through the first half…it was the best nap i’d had all week!

Sex Addiction????

What’s up fam? I was listening to the radio this week and the host made a good point. Is there really a so called sex addiction or is it that you are married? You see if you have multiple partners as a single woman or man it is considered having a good time or sewing your oats, but if you are married it turns to sex addiction. This could be an excuse but the facts are still true. Let’s take the samples of Tiger Woods vs Derek Jeter, Jeter is doing the same things that Tiger is doing but he is not getting all the attention and is not called a sex addict. So it looks like the biggest mistake Tiger made was getting married! Holla at your boy!

Cote d’Azur

So we’re doing this big radio award show - NRJ awards…it’s mostly like , I suppose, the MTV Awards. The Peas, Jay-Z, Pharrell. It’s happening the same time as Midem and all we can seem to talk about is raising money for Haiti..who by the way, per the french newspaper Le Monde has close to a billion euros in donations. A billion. So they got close to a billion, I’m standing around millionaires, hanging with my girl who I have know from here for 15 years, and my business manager texts me the most heinous shit ever about my finances. So, I’m ready to curl into a ball and start crying…like I’m broke. I’m not going to make it. What the fuck is wrong with me. Blah blah blah. And I talk to my consigliere who reminds me..

“yeah bitch. you are the risk taker. Stop buying into lack and limitation that people are selling. I know there are certain realities but folks’ outlook is very negative and they make no effort to finesse that shit. You love France and you job. Enjoy them both. God is soooo good and as long as we are creative and grateful we continue experience love and peace for real. Let the Universe know you have faith by not falling into that trap.”

And then my phone died. And I am so grateful for her. I am so grateful to have friends (and a mother) who believes in my crazy ass shit. I’m a coocoo bird. This I know. And I lead by the seat of my pants with no real intention of turning it around. And that’s okay. I cannot imagine a life or even having the luxury, of being able to talk shit about what people don’t do or need to do or have a bevy of advisors to tell me what to do, all the while not having an original thought in my head. No risk. No risk? What the fuck is the point if you don’t take risks in what you do? I so admire actors and singers who balls against the wall will work retail or a restaurant or whatever, fuck it, nothing, in order to pursue what they want in life. Or rather, the fact that they know what they want and actually have an attainable goal. It’s so easy to call shots from the sidelines/pedestal - whatever entitled people prefer to call it — and talk shiiiiiit….OOH the shit talking is amazing. All that learning and knowing and no goals. Frick not having a goal. Frick not taking a risk.

In the words of Will.I.Am,

Imma be the upgraded new nigaro
Imma be the average brother with soul
imma be worldwide international
imma be in Rio rockin’ Tokyo

Imma be brilliant
with my millions
loan a trillion
and get back a billion

CALI WAVES, INGLEWOOD PARADES & LOUISIANA FRIED CHICKEN

The waves this past week have been epic. Truly something not seen in California in …I don’t know, I ain’t never seen no shit like that before and the surfers have hailed it as “epic” so that must be what it is. I don’t know why I thought I was going anywhere. I guess I just like to drive around town with a surfboard on my roof. Waves move to 20 feet also.

Which leads me to rehearsals. In Inglewood. I hadn’t been to the SC in some time. I exited Manchester to take the scenic route and was not disappointed. Did you know that there’s gas station at Hoover and Manchester that is also a 24 hour beauty supply? I shit you not. It was….well, brilliant. Mostly because I can’t even make this stuff up!. AND they only sell one type of gas….87. regular unleaded.
That’s it.

Moving right along to Inglewood where half of the parking lost was used for a church. Today it was Ethipion followed closely by the Biker Boys and the Inglewood High marching band warming up for tomorrow’s parade.

Speaking of parades, my assistant paraded down Manchester @ Normandie to the only Louisianna Fried Chicken open. For chicken and gumbo. they have a 5 star rating….regardless of being in the hood.

Then it all got shot to hell….my legs got weak and now I’m taking Bendydryl. So I’m in bed. I think the world has beat my ass. and I need to go to bed.

“Gangstas”

Why do people feel the need to carry guns? Is it that they want to be a “gangsta”, they feel they need protection, or is it just cool. In any case it does not make any sense. If people feel they need to protect themselves hire a professional, if they think it’s cool well it’s not, and if they want to be a gangsta they are in for a rude awakening. Gangstas don’t have a very long life expectancy and it is not come and go as you please, either you are all the way in or not and once in there is no out. I just have one question to all those who carry guns for whatever reason, ARE YOU REALLY PREPARED TO KILL SOMEONE, this is not a game. Holla at your boy and let me know what you think

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