What is up, mother bitches?! I am back on the scene and needless to say after a week in hiding in the fucking mountains (Just call me Man Mountain Rock or some shit) it is good to be back dropping the knowledge to the peeps. The killer is I agreed to help out and do some work on a FUCKING SATURDAY so half my day is shot. They better never ask that shit again, though. I’m on salary, dammit. Now, it is time for a almost bedtime edition of…
Chachi’s Random Thoughts!
Random Thought #1: We’re Here, We’re Black, AND WE AREN’T GOING BACK!
So when I first met the people I work with at a party (with margaritas with THREE KINDS OF TEQUILA. It gets you drunk!) one of them told me how she was NOT a fan of Woodland Park. She said it was a small ass mountain town and it scared her. Not I am not sure if it scared her the same way it scared me but after being up there I have to say….they aren’t used to Black people. Not in a way like “Jeb, get the rope it’s time for a good ol’ fashioned lynchin!” but in the way like “WOW! You’re BLACK! Can I touch your hair?” which really just freaks me out. I mean in this day and age with BET, the internet and ring tones you can’t go to a damn Red Lobster without seeing Black people. We’s loves the cheddar biscuits. So the fact that there are people who have 1) never seen Black people or 2) didn’t know Black people were real astounds me. You LITERALLY have to hole yourself up in a shack like Grizzly Adams to not see a single Black person in real time (GTA: San Andreas DOES NOT COUNT). Even he saw a black bear or two. Yes, that bear talked to the screen at the movies. We all do it because it is part of our DNA. Just like white people and this:
Aahhh, the wop. The dance, not the dude. ZING!
Random Thought #2: What’s Love Got To Do With It? Apparently An Uppercut To The Gut. Yeaaah.
Okay, I understand that Tina Turner is still somewhat attractive at 68 years old…which is too old, even for me. And I like older women as anyone that knows me can vouch. Yes, I also understand that she left an abusive husband to become a Grammy winning, international superstar and blah blah blah, yakkity smackity. Let’s be real though. I am probably going to piss some of you off by saying this but Tina Turner owes all her success to one man and one man only. No, not Jesus or Mick Jagger (Only one “Big J” can rock Wembley Stadium and it sure as hell aint the guy with holes in his hand), I am talking about Ike Turner: ike strikes back