Back when I ran a magical website called Digital-DJs.com, I had a rant column called The SMART Awards…
Saskwatch’s (My DJ name. Don’t hate.)
Most
Asinine
Retarded and
Tragic
I hate bunnies, LOL Cats, and the unemployed
After hearing this story, I felt the need to bring back this dubious honor. How do you prevent emergency spending for unemployment benefits in a down economy? How do you stand on the floor of the Senate and lecture about what your rights are, when you show utter disregard for the rights (or at the very least – the needs) of the unemployed? Newsflash, people depend on this money to eat! Writing this post disgusts me. I am just getting angrier when I try to explain, so check out CNN to get all of the sorted details. Meanwhile, back to my rant… Bunning, an Hall of Fame pitcher, is acting like an Hall of Fame A-Hole. It would be one thing to just give the Democrats a shot, but this guy has pissed off his own party. Here is guy that the Republicans won’t let run again. I mean, how do get to be so hated that you are asked to leave?
This is a classic example of someone who confuses leadership with being God.
So today is turning out to be a good day. I have grown to be quite cynical of the human species. In general, we suck. We have degenerated into reality TV obsessed oxymorons (that would be a play on words for the untrained eye) that honestly believe that the function of other people on the planet is to serve our own carnal need for entertainment. That is a long run-on sentence way of saying we are selfish bastards – usually. Well, I had a small portion of my faith in humanity restored today. I was at the Old National US Post Office in sometimes beautiful College Park, GA via the US of A. This older woman who could barely walk was being help into the facility by another older woman. Strangers from everywhere came out to make sure the doors were open for her.
Man, I don't get this type of groupie love compared to this lady!
People let her go to the front of the line (who does this nowadays). When she was leaving, brothers were patiently holding all of the doors to let her out. I offered to help her into her car. It was a simple, but beautiful human experience. It is just so rare to see people step out of their self-absorbed woe is me-istic nature, but then again, I don’t get out the house much.
Who-Dat my A$$ - Peyton Manning was My Mothership Connection Baby Boppa
I was so humbled by the moment that I didn’t mind that it took five minutes before somebody allowed me to back out of my parking space; I didn’t blink when my path was blocked while trying to turn into the street by another brother stopping his car in front of mine blasting P-Funk. I guess it was very important for him to take that moment to roll down his window and yell “Who-Dat-Who-Dat-Who-Dat!?!?!?!”, just to turn his head and drive off like nothing happened. Still a beautiful moment indeed.
I speak three languages, and I run your iPhone
My very good friend Jodine Dorcé (and future “Good Job” post topic) is from Haiti. Her family was affected by the quake. Her 8 y/o sister, Prisca. was caught in that chaos. She survived the quake and she made her way to Chocolate City South – The ATL. For the foreseeable future,Prisca will be starting a new life with her big sister at the helm. Well, like any 8 y/o, she needs to be in school… Enter Romar Academy. If this was Church, I would give a “Hand Clap of Praise for Jesus”. Well, since this is out in the blogosphere, I’ll give a “Thumbs Up of Joy” for Romar Academy in East Point GA (well I am still going to give a hand clap of praise anyway because you know what time it is). This fine institution of learning heard about the plight of young Prisca, and allowed her enrollment into their private school. They even managed to waive the tuition. HINT: Private schools are usually not cheap. Thank you for stepping up Romar Academy! Consider yourself saluted, with a pound, and a bear-hug. Perhaps not all humans suck after all.
