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January 2009
Monthly Archive
January 30, 2009
January 23, 2009
Yoooouuu N Dat Booty! (Article From Salon on that Obamadonk)
Posted by True American under Uncategorized[8] Comments
But what really thrills me, what really feels liberating in a very personal way, is the official new prominence of Michelle Obama. Barack’s better half not only has stature but is statuesque. She has coruscating intelligence, beauty, style and — drumroll, please — a butt. (Yes, you read that right: I’m going to talk about the first lady’s butt.)
What a bonus! From the ocean of nastiness and confusion that defined this campaign from the beginning, Michelle rose up like Venus on the waves, keeping her coif above water and cruising the coattails of history to present us with a brand-new beauty norm before we knew it was even happening.
Actually, it took me and a lot of other similarly configured black women by surprise. So anxious and indignant were we about Michelle getting attacked for saying anything about America that conservatives could turn into mud, we hardly looked south of her neck. I noted her business suits and the fact she hardly ever wore pants (unlike Hillary). As I gradually relaxed, as Michelle strode onto more stages and people started focusing on her clothes and presence instead of her patriotism, it dawned on me — good God, she has a butt! “Obama’s baby (mama) got back,” wrote one feminist blogger. “OMG, her butt is humongous!” went a typical comment on one African-American online forum, and while it isn’t humongous, per se, it is a solid, round, black, class-A boo-tay. Try as Michelle might to cover it with those Mamie Eisenhower skirts and sheath dresses meant to reassure mainstream voters, the butt would not be denied.
As America fretted about Obama’s exoticism and he sought to calm the waters with speeches about unity and common experience, Michelle’s body was sending a different message: To hell with biracialism! Compromise, bipartisanship? Don’t think so. Here was one clear signifier of blackness that couldn’t be tamed, muted or otherwise made invisible. It emerged right before our eyes, in the midst of our growing uncertainty about everything, and we were too bogged down in the daily campaign madness to notice. The one clear predictor of success that the pundits, despite all their fancy maps, charts and holograms, missed completely? Michelle’s butt.
Lord knows, it’s time the butt got some respect. Ever since slavery, it’s been both vilified and fetishized as the most singular of all black female features, more unsettling than dark skin and full lips, the thing that marked black women as uncouth and not quite ready for civilization (of course, it also made them mighty attractive to white men, which further stoked fears of miscegenation that lay at the heart of legal and social segregation). In modern times, the butt has demarcated class and stature among black society itself. Emphasizing it or not separates dignified black women from ho’s, party girls from professionals, hip-hop from serious. (Black women are not the only ones with protruding behinds, by the way, but they’re certainly considered its source. How many gluteally endowed nonblack women have been derided for having a black ass? Well, Hillary, for one.)
But Michelle is bringing those two falsely divided minds together in a single presentation — finally, unity for the real world! Talk about a power base. Thanks to Michelle, looking professional and provocative in a distinctly black way will become not only acceptable but also part of a whole presidential look that’s more, well, inclusive. Now we’ll all be able to wear leggings to board meetings; we’ll sport pencil skirts sans the long jackets meant to cover the offending rear at big conferences where we have to make a good impression. It turns out that Sir Mix-A-Lot, he of “Baby Got Back” fame, was not a novelty but a prophet. Who knew? Give that guy a Cabinet post
January 21, 2009
A local store in Laurens, SC made headlines back in the late nineties. They marketed themselves as a confederate museum and boasted such customers as the Grand Dragon of the local KKK. During the election they made headlines again by displaying a confederate flag containing an image of Barack Obama.
On Inaugural Tuesday, the flag returned, flying in front of the store. Many protested the flags display. Even cutting off the confederate portion and burning it.
Today, I question whether or not we’re too sensitive. I understand that the flag is offensive to many. Yes, it makes my skin crawl when I see it, but sometimes we allow people and inanimate objects too much power of ourselves and our feelings. The rise of the confederacy is just as much a part of our history as the founding of the New World. Why can we not embrace this display as a possible show of solidarity. Maybe just like the sticker above shows Rednecks for Obama, maybe those who identify with their confederate roots also embrace our new President and administration.
So today’s question:
Are we too sensitive?
January 21, 2009
My boss thinks we’re friends.
On any given occassion she shares way too much information with me. The latest tale to add to repertoire. She’s been dating her boyfriend for over four years. I know so much about this man and I’ve only talked to him in passing two times. His hang ups about his deceased wife. His hatred for his mother. His performance or lack there of in the bedroom. She’s shared things would me that I would think twice about telling one of my girls.
Now, the next time I see this man, I have to think about the procedure he’ll endure today. He’s having a biopsy of his pancreas. As a general rule, that’s all I should have been told with an added keep him in your thoughts and prayers because he’s nervous. Instead I get the full details of what the man will go through. How he has to take Cipro, something commonly given to women for infections, to help prevent infection. He’ll take this since they will travel from the rooter to tooter. Which his rooter may not work properly and cause him to pee on himself as a result of this procedure. All of this I know coupled with he’ll need to wear maxi pads for at least a week following the biopsy. Why is she crushing this man’s ego to a total stranger. I keep running from the conversation, but she keeps finding me. At the water cooler. In the kitchen. In my office minding my own business.
TMI on a whole notha level.
January 20, 2009
My President is Black.
Wow. I’m awed…inspired…humbled…emotional…all of that good stuff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Text of President Barack Obama’s inaugural address on Tuesday, as prepared for delivery and released by the Presidential Inaugural Committee.
OBAMA: My fellow citizens:
I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.
Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because we the people have remained faithful to the ideals of our forebears, and true to our founding documents.
So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.
That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.
These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land — a nagging fear that America’s decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.
Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America — they will be met.
On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.
On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.
We remain a young nation, but in the words of scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.
In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted — for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things — some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.
For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.
For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.
For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn.
Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.
This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions — that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.
For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act — not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology’s wonders to raise health care’s quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.
Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions — who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.
What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them — that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works — whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public’s dollars will be held to account — to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day — because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.
Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control — and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart — not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.
As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our founding fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience’s sake. And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.
Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.
We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort — even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.
For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus — and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.
To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society’s ills on the West — know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.
To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world’s resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.
As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us today, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment — a moment that will define a generation — it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.
For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter’s courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent’s willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.
Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends — hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism — these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility — a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.
This is the price and the promise of citizenship.
This is the source of our confidence — the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.
This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed — why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.
So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America’s birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:
“Let it be told to the future world … that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive…that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet (it).”
America, in the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children’s children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God’s grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.
January 20, 2009
History in the making!!!!!!!!!!!!
After two years of talking about it. Debating positions. Registering voters. Praying for a win. They day we’ve waited for has come. We’re still praying, hoping that some militant radical doesn’t break through the barrier of protection. Asking God to guide this man who has shown every measure of coolness no matter what obstacle has been thrown at him. It’s almost surreal. Are we really about to watch the inauguration of our country’s first African – American president? The fruits of Dr. King’s, Malcolm X, Huey Newton, every civil rights marcher, and former slaves labor come to pass.
So as we wait patiently, what thoughts do have today. What’s weighing on your heart and mind? What do you want to see accomplished over the course of the next four years? What does this moment mean to you?
January 16, 2009
Welcome To Friday…
Posted by Just Ki under Musings and Thoughts, Not talking about a damn thing.., Open Discussion[49] Comments
Yeah, yeah, yeah……
I should be working, I have a massive report I need to create, but I’m just not in the mood. I want japanese food and sake. I want to be someplace warm instead of bundled up in layers of clothes and still cold. I just want to relax and for half of one second, not worry, or plan, or fret over what comes next. Yeah, I’m still having trouble learning how to let go a bit.
They completed their layoffs earlier this week, and I’m still standing. It’s just kind of commonplace now, no one cries anymore, no one whispers or tries to find out the latest rumor. They just wait for their phones to ring or not ring and just continue with business as usual. I just don’t get it, looking at the final list, they got rid of some much needed eye candy in my office. A Portugese man of almost fifty, with the prettiest blue-green eyes…can’t watch that at the coffee pot anymore. Plus a host of really good employees, that turned deals into revenue for the company, but they kept all the smart asses and big heads that create headaches for all of us in the back office. Me thinks I will never understand corporate America.
I read Kiki’s post from the other day and I’m in love with the chairs she described. I’m in love with her color scheme and I can picture this wedding in beautiful detail. I just want her to be happy and have her day to feel like a princess.
So what’s up with you folks on this cold and windy Friday?
January 15, 2009
Say, Say my playmate
Come out and play with me
and bring your dollies 3
climb up my apple tree
slide down my rain barrel
into my cellar door
and we’ll be jolly friends
forever more – more – more !
Say, say my playmate,
I cannot play with you.
My dolly has the flu,
Boohoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo.
Ain’t got no rain barrel,
Ain’t got no cellar door.
But we’ll be jolly friends,
Forever more, more, more!
Ok, I had things to shareeeeeeeee,but nobody’s here. 
January 14, 2009
Games People Play…The Corporate Hierarchy
Posted by Just Ki under General, Life, Open Discussion, People1 Comment
I wish I knew how to do hair and cut men’s hair.
Had a strong enough stomach to withstand blood.
Could even gather enough courage to shoot a gun.
I’m thinking jobs, that are needed, depended on and rarely cut.
My company did another layoff today. About two months ago they made a list ranking employees from the most valuable to the least valuable. I wonder where I stood on that list. I’m still here. I didn’t get a package this time around. Probably won’t get a raise or incentive check this year. Doesn’t matter. I’m just thankful to be employed at this point.
I got a text from a friend, her company is cutting pay. A church member, lost all of his 401K money, even what he contributed. The company just jacked it. Stating either give us your money or lose your job. Now that my friends is gangsta. Another friend, just saw all his incentive programs at his job cut and now they are threatening to end the gas allowance for their travel. Day in and day out jobless rates are increasing. Foreclosures are heightening, and the decision making skills that people have to utilize between buying food or medicine is hitting a fever pitch.
It’s always been tougher for me. I’m single mother, who is determined to give her kids more than what she had. Still it’s getting more difficult to provide the necessities. Where are we headed as a nation. As companies decrease pay, cut jobs, and limit hours all for the sake of maintaining life as they know it for top execs. What happens to the worker bees? What happens to those who keep the boat floating? When is enough …simply enough?
January 13, 2009
RANDOM NEWS OF THE DAY…
Posted by THESWEETBADAZZ PROTOTYPE-CHICAWONWON under Bizzare, Finance, General, News, Not taking about a damn thing~, Speechless, Totally Random, WTF Files1 Comment
The following are random news articles I’ve come across today. It’s a funny world we live in ain’t it?
Police: Man sold teen daughter into marriage for cash, beer, meat (damn, are times this hard?)
http://www.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/01/13/daughter.for.sale/index.html
Wanted: Paradise island Caretaker-(um, they are offering $105,000 to laze around and enjoy and island for 6 months, what a way to make a buck!)
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/7823812.stm
CA to issue IOUs instead of tax refunds? (This is wrong on so many level’s. IRS will hunt your ass down in a heartbeat..but they can send you an IOU?
http://abclocal.go.com/kabc/story?section=news/state&id=6587084
Fine Points of the Law
By a 2-1 vote, a Florida appeals court ruled in December that Andrew Craissati could stop paying alimony to his ex-wife. The couple’s agreement called for alimony only until she remarried or was “cohabit(ing)” with another person for at least three months, and Craissati pointed out that his ex-wife, recently convicted of a serious DUI offense, is now “cohabiting” with a cellmate in prison. [Palm Beach Post, 12-10-08]
