Everywhere is war

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Happy Birthday Bob!

Y’all thought I forgot. Never never ever. Every year (check for yourself) I make sure to acknowledge Bob Marley’s birthday. He is my No. 1 most favoritest musician of all time. (Stevie is No. 1 and a half.)

A lot has been made–I’ve posted it on this blog–about the video and song Will.i.am put together based on Barack Obama’s speech after the New Hampshire primary. It was/is awesome. But in case you weren’t aware, Bob Marley did the same thing decades ago with one of his most powerful songs ever — WAR. The lyrics for that song were taken directly from a speech Ethiopian emperor Haile Selassie made before the United Nations. The lyrics are as follows — and they ring as true today as ever:

Until the philosophy which hold one race
Superior and another inferior
Is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned
Everywhere is war, me say war

That until there are no longer first class
And second class citizens of any nation
Until the color of a man’s skin
Is of no more significance than the color of his eyes
Me say war

That until the basic human rights are equally
Guaranteed to all, without regard to race
Dis a war

That until that day
The dream of lasting peace, world citizenship
Rule of international morality
Will remain in but a fleeting illusion
To be pursued, but never attained
Now everywhere is war, war

And until the ignoble and unhappy regimes
That hold our brothers in Angola, in Mozambique,
South Africa sub-human bondage
Have been toppled, utterly destroyed
Well, everywhere is war, me say war

War in the east, war in the west
War up north, war down south
War, war, rumors of war

And until that day, the African continent
Will not know peace, we Africans will fight

We find it necessary and we know we shall win
As we are confident in the victory

Of good over evil, good over evil, good over evil
Good over evil, good over evil, good over evil

***Here is a link to the complete original speech, in case you’re interested.***

No thanks, Curtissss…

OK, in case you haven’t seen this yet, 50 Cent endorsed Hillary Clinton for president.

On the O’Reilly Factor.

Curtis, could you PLEASE go somewhere and sit down. Do we really need to give this man any more ammunition? You are effing it up for the rest of us. You are NO LONGER RELEVANT, and nobody believes that you’re registered to vote. I’m sure this is one Hillary’s willing to throw back.

Don’t make me exhume the word…

Yes, we can


If this doesn’t move you… do me a favor and get a soul.

This is possible. We can do it.

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Also, a bunch of people have been asking me where I got my Barack The Vote t-shirts… Well a classmate of mine from Howard started a website, Barackawear.com. He and his sister designed the items and in addition to traveling to primary and caucus states to campaign for Barack, they donate 25% of their profits to the Obama campaign. Support Brandon and Lori and in turn Obama’s campaign.

History in the making.

Duh… everyone knows feces go in the kitchen trashcan

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c/o Passiveagressivenotes.com

Me loves it. I gotta thank the world famous Hillz for putting me onto this site. It brightens even the dreariest days.

Here’s another one that caused me to nearly PIMP… It’s an exchange of passive aggression/aggressiveness… whatever… between a woman and her roomate.

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Okay here’s the response…

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And now… the final word… or so she thought…

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Well, Molly apparently wrote this last note and then sent it to the Web site to show the whole world how she TOLD her roomate. She was probably feeling pretty good about herself… “Yeah, take that, ho…” Except… she spelled faucet wrong, which is hilarious to me because she got it right the first time. And if she was trying to get the last word in this cold war of bitchiness after her roommate criticized her spelling, you’d think she’d have spell checked her work. At least she got ‘peeve’ right the second time. The roommate probably didn’t post another note because this one said it better than she ever could have.

Game, set, match… Julie.

Have a great weekend, y’all. You’re welcome.

Comics make the best hecklers

I posted this video like a couple years ago on my site, and I just came across it again on youtube and had to re-post for those of you who missed it the first time or would like to see it again. Jamie Foxx made me want to cry for this dude. Poor Mo’Nique was trying not to clown… and Guy Torry… As I said before, don’t let the Oscar fool you… Jamie is and will always be a comic. Excuse me while I try to get my breath back. ENJOY ;)

And I thought myspace was bad

I did everything I could to prevent this.

I stayed away from Friendster and Facebook and Linked In and every other social networking site. I only had time and space for one Internet addiction–and Myspace was it. But then my best girlfriend Keisha and my boy Antonio–both fellow Howard University alum–kidnapped and tortured me and forced me to sign up for Bisonroundup.com, a social networking site just for Howard University graduates. For weeks I had been ignoring requests from all kinds of people asking me to join. And I was doing fine… But today I was bullied into visiting the site, and I haven’t been able to get off.

Everyone on the site is either someone I know or someone I would pretty much consider family (that’s how HBCU alumni are). It’s so great to see what everyone is up to. It highlights fellow alum who are doing amazing things in their careers and communities… And even with all that awesomeness I feel like someone needs to stop this. I can see right now, thousands of intelligent, ambitious beautiful young Black folks are going to lose their jobs because they’re spending all day on the Internet reminiscing about how much we still love it when the Showtime Marching Band plays that Cameo song at the football games (Heeeeeeeeeey…. you talking out the side of ya neck) or how some of us almost didn’t graduate because we didn’t pass Beginning Swimming. It really is a shame.

Damn you Bisonroundup creator. Damn you.

When life was good

 

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Stop laughing. These jeans are one of my most prized posessions. Size 10 Levis 900 series stonewashed (to death) with original art by one of my favorite girlfriends from middle/high school Tamika Harris (where ARE you, girl?) Any one of my girls from Jersey will absolutely remember these jeans. They were my pride and joy, y’all. People sweated me (yes, I said it) so hard whenever I wore these.

You may be thinking, “With so many colors what did you wear with those jeans, EJ?” The answer? Whatever the heck I wanted to. Everything matched … or didn’t match. Just think Bernie Mac on Def Jam (y’all KNOW you know what I’m talking about). Let me break down for you what is really going on here:

On the front side: You’ve got Donald (or some other) Duck going down the left leg, and on the right leg, you have my name (I was ‘E-Jay’ back then – plain old initials were for suckas). Look closely, it’s a little difficult to read but you’ll see it in a second.

On the back side: You have a Black Minnie and Mickey Mouse playing with alphabet blocks. Why? Who cares? It was dope. It was the late 80’s (or early 90’s I guess) and I was soooooooooo fly. Continue reading →