I was really taking a picture of the girl walking by…

About six months ago, or  so, my sister called me.

“Guess what?”  She asked.


“I’m getting married.”

“Cool,” I said.  “Congratulations.”

“I’m getting married in Jamaica.”

“Oh, that’s cool.  You know it’s customary to pay for your brother to be there.”

“Not in this family,” she said.

So I coughed up the coin and went to Jamaica for my sister’s wedding.  Since it was a resort, most of my time was spent drinking at the bar, drinking at the beach or drinking somewhere else on the resort.  All inclusive is always key when planning a vacation.  That said, there won’t be many stories, so here’s some pictures.

First thing I noticed in Jamaica (other than the Jamaica airline SUCKS — more on that later) is that they drive on the wrong side of the road.  I thought they only did that in the UK and Australia.  I won’t hold that against them, though.

We stopped to get gas — actually the cab driver did — and I noticed their gas was very expensive.  Maybe that’s why a lot of people walked instead of drove.

Here’s a picture of a lizard or gecko or whatever and a view from our balcony (the pics from room our my other PC, so those come later).

This is my friend, Matt.  I was really taking a picture of the girl walking by.  But Matt helped out.  Matt’s a team player.

My new brother-inlaw, my pops and me.  Right before the wedding.

While my sister was getting married (on the beach), everyone (on the beach) was watching.  So I took pictures of them.  One guy was filming my sister getting married.  We didn’t know him.  I figured after the wedding, he would give my sister his address or vice versa so he could get her a copy of the tape.  But he didn’t.  He just disappeared.  He was probably a serial killer on vacation just like us.

And last, but not least, a pic of the wedding.  Insert collective “awwww” here.

More pics and why I hate Jamaican airlines and the Jamaican airport later.

This entire thing is a joke…

So Don Imus was fired today for his the remarks he made about the Rutger’s basketball team.

I was going to devote an entire rant on why this entire thing is, quite simply, retarded, but I don’t have to.

Jason Whitlock, a columnist for the Kansas City Star wrote a fantastic editorial about this whole thing.

Imus isn’t the real bad guy

Instead of wasting time on irrelevant shock jock, black leaders need to be fighting a growing gangster culture.


Thank you, Don Imus. You’ve given us (black people) an excuse to avoid our real problem.

You’ve given Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson another opportunity to pretend that the old fight, which is now the safe and lucrative fight, is still the most important fight in our push for true economic and social equality.

You’ve given Vivian Stringer and Rutgers the chance to hold a nationally televised recruiting celebration expertly disguised as a news conference to respond to your poor attempt at humor.

Thank you, Don Imus. You extended Black History Month to April, and we can once again wallow in victimhood, protest like it’s 1965 and delude ourselves into believing that fixing your hatred is more necessary than eradicating our self-hatred.

The bigots win again.

While we’re fixated on a bad joke cracked by an irrelevant, bad shock jock, I’m sure at least one of the marvelous young women on the Rutgers basketball team is somewhere snapping her fingers to the beat of 50 Cent’s or Snoop Dogg’s or Young Jeezy’s latest ode glorifying nappy-headed pimps and hos.

I ain’t saying Jesse, Al and Vivian are gold-diggas, but they don’t have the heart to mount a legitimate campaign against the real black-folk killas.

It is us. At this time, we are our own worst enemies. We have allowed our youths to buy into a culture (hip hop) that has been perverted, corrupted and overtaken by prison culture. The music, attitude and behavior expressed in this culture is anti-black, anti-education, demeaning, self-destructive, pro-drug dealing and violent.

Rather than confront this heinous enemy from within, we sit back and wait for someone like Imus to have a slip of the tongue and make the mistake of repeating the things we say about ourselves.

It’s embarrassing. Dave Chappelle was offered $50 million to make racially insensitive jokes about black and white people on TV. He was hailed as a genius. Black comedians routinely crack jokes about white and black people, and we all laugh out loud.

I’m no Don Imus apologist. He and his tiny companion Mike Lupica blasted me after I fell out with ESPN. Imus is a hack.

But, in my view, he didn’t do anything outside the norm for shock jocks and comedians. He also offered an apology. That should’ve been the end of this whole affair. Instead, it’s only the beginning. It’s an opportunity for Stringer, Jackson and Sharpton to step on victim platforms and elevate themselves and their agenda$.

I watched the Rutgers news conference and was ashamed.

Martin Luther King Jr. spoke for eight minutes in 1963 at the March on Washington. At the time, black people could be lynched and denied fundamental rights with little thought. With the comments of a talk-show host most of her players had never heard of before last week serving as her excuse, Vivian Stringer rambled on for 30 minutes about the amazing season her team had.

Somehow, we’re supposed to believe that the comments of a man with virtually no connection to the sports world ruined Rutgers’ wonderful season. Had a broadcaster with credibility and a platform in the sports world uttered the words Imus did, I could understand a level of outrage.

But an hourlong press conference over a man who has already apologized, already been suspended and is already insignificant is just plain intellectually dishonest. This is opportunism. This is a distraction.

In the grand scheme, Don Imus is no threat to us in general and no threat to black women in particular. If his words are so powerful and so destructive and must be rebuked so forcefully, then what should we do about the idiot rappers on BET, MTV and every black-owned radio station in the country who use words much more powerful and much more destructive?

I don’t listen or watch Imus’ show regularly. Has he at any point glorified selling crack cocaine to black women? Has he celebrated black men shooting each other randomly? Has he suggested in any way that it’s cool to be a baby-daddy rather than a husband and a parent? Does he tell his listeners that they’re suckers for pursuing education and that they’re selling out their race if they do?

When Imus does any of that, call me and I’ll get upset. Until then, he is what he is — a washed-up shock jock who is very easy to ignore when you’re not looking to be made a victim.

No. We all know where the real battleground is. We know that the gangsta rappers and their followers in the athletic world have far bigger platforms to negatively define us than some old white man with a bad radio show. There’s no money and lots of danger in that battle, so Jesse and Al are going to sit it out.

(Link to article)

Thank you, Mr. Whitlock.  You have so eloquently said what many people in the media may be thinking, but are terrified to say.

Thank you, Kansas City Star, for having the balls to publish that.

This entire thing is a joke, much like Jackson and Sharpton.

I’m not talking about an uncomforable giggle…

Well, today I discovered reason number 3,234,323,485 why I’m going to hell.

I was checking out Post Secret and I saw a postcard that made me laugh.

I’m not talking about an uncomfortable giggle, I’m talking about a “laugh without thinking about what your laughing at” laugh.

Once I stopped laughing, after realizing what I as laughing at, I read the postcard again.  And laughed again.

So I am posting it so some of you, should you chose, can go to hell with me.

High Dive

I just laughed again.