let it rain and clear it out

holiday time observations

it's fifty degrees outside and overcast. cold, but not too cold. whatever.

i like how governor-elect Patrick is holding steady on his stance that state troopers should not be immigration officers. i just read that a Dallas suburb passed law preventing landlords from renting to illegal immigrants. the lawsuit has been filed already. definitely want to see how that one turns out.

i came across this column and found it to be quite an interesting read. it is entitled, "A Locked Cabinet," and it reads almost like a synopsis of the Bush administration's shortfalls. It is truly a masterful piece of writing. And this is a powerful visual tribute to New England's fallen soldiers.

Speaking of good writing and summarization skillz, the homie droppe wrap-up as usual and it had laughing away heartily. It's really a shame he has that Canibus disease and cannot come correct with a dope album Such a pity.

it's not rapping, if you just saying the same thing twice

And speaking of saying the same thing twice, I think I may have mentioned before my dislike of that Angelina Jolie chick's upcoming stint as a black woman in a movie. She may look a little ethnic or whatever, but I just cannot stomach it. Plus, the broad is everywhere. Give me a break. No really, please. No more sausages, mom, PLEASE. This all came back to my mind lately because I finally watched Carlito's Way, which was a pretty damn good movie. However, am I the only one who is disturbed when Al Pacino is portraying the illest Spanish cats. I mean really though. And imagine the uproar of rebuttal from people who will assert that the emergence of the new crop of Black actresses are "stealing" away white women's roles? It's a can of worms I'm not really going to cover in depth right now. But like Arsenio used to say, it is something to make you hmmmmm.

But sometimess going hmmmm is therapeutic too, nahmean. Like how I left the ER last week and picked up a copy of the hospital's newsletter and noticed that none of the doctors who were pictured looked like the predominantly black and brown patients. Like how watching Dreamgirls can put you in a trance and hearing Effie sing her life's tale can bring you to cheers and tears. And how watching Eddie Party All The Time Murphy do his thing and go into James Brown mode on the same day that the godfather departed this world felt like a fitting tribute in that hushed and humbled theater.

Hope you Christmas was better than mine.