February 2008

Is it me or is this country obsessed with the likes of Brittany Spears? Her sister took the spotlight off for about 14.75 seconds but other than this slip, it’s all about Brittany. I’m tired of the media and their up-to-the-minute reports on her. I’m tired of looking at the out of work ex-sperm donor who now has custody of their two children. The sad angle here is this, the Spears family is “almost” like the typical American family. The problem is Brittany is in the public eye.

Thomas Sowell is one of my favorite people. Before you political wanna-bes state in a whiny voice, “He’s a conservative,” I don’t care how he rolls politically. What I care about is how he speaks the truth. This country needs more people to speak the truth. Leave the sugar-coating to Nestle and you weirdoes who go through life clueless.

Speaking of politics, I’m still not voting. The Barack Camp v. the Clinton Camp and the Romney Camp v. the McCain Camp remind me of the days I was in middle school. Thank goodness Spring Training is a non-steroidal, 96 mph fastball away.

To say I get a tad irritated when a White person states they experienced racism is an understatement. Just because that one time you took a wrong turn, ended up in the bad section of town, screwed up and stared at some unsavory types then received a few “Whitey get the bleep outta dodge” doesn’t mean you know what racism is. There are plenty of resources documenting true experiences of racism, prejudice and discrimination. But as my 3rd grade teacher Mrs. Pritchard used to say to my class, “I am not going to spoon feed you,” neither am I. Do some research on your own then ask yourself, do you know what racism is?

I want to put Dr. Phil in a rear-naked choke. Badly.

I’m quite ready to deem Richard Gere an Asianphile.

Hey parents in America, if you’re allowing your daughter to emulate Paris Hilton by walking around with one of those yappy little dogs, you should be flogged repeatedly.

I have great disdain for food shopping. People at your local supermarket believe they are the only ones there shopping and act accordingly. I don’t like to repeat myself more than once so of course when a person who thinks they are a world famous chef (with a basket full of canned goods and pre-made meals) is in my way, I will say quite loudly, “excuse me!” I’ll receive their “I am holier than thou” look but I get my message across and my way. What I really would like to do is grab the Emeril Lagasse wanna-be’s cart and toss it a few aisles over to the flower section. That way, they can take their sweet time picking flowers instead of picking instant Ramen noodles!

Maybe it’s just me but it seems like there are a lot of Hawaiians in RI. Then again, I don’t believe for a second a Native Hawaiian would be rolling around town with a plastic flower lei they got from IParty hanging on their rear view mirror.

I wonder if calling someone a rat, is racist towards rats?

Just for the record, just as American is NOT an ethnicity this also holds true for Canadian. Nationality people. Nationality!