08.23.08
Good Choice Barack. Good Choice.
OK. I lied. I said I wouldn’t post anything this weekend. But Barack finally picked his running mate, and the McCain campaign is already poking holes. Obama has selected the 65 year old Sen. Joe Biden of Delaware. Take that Grandpa McCain! And the man has extensive international policy experience! So much for career political experience and foreign policy as an advantage for Gramps. Even I can admit that Barack probably needed an old white guy more than Hilary Clinton as a running mate. Though she carried a large portion of the woman vote and the white working class during the primary, I just don’t see how those 2 would have cooperated on the same running ticket. It’s like putting 2 excellent players that were bitter rivals that play the same position on the same sports team. It just doesn’t work. And no John, having the support of a popular musician will not increase your odds of winning. You’re already being sued by Jackson Browne. But speaking of strategy…
McCain’s campaign staff has pointed at the fact that Sen. Biden was one of the biggest critics of Barack Obama during the primary. Biden spoke about Barack’s lack of overall experience and also called him a “storybook” man for being an Articulate African American that has garnered national support. This somehow makes him a bad choice for a VP. In my opinion, it’s a great decision (until some scandal comes out that says otherwise). The whole point is to bring a different perspective to the campaign and help compensate for any weaknesses in the Presidential candidate. I think the fact that Biden has criticized Obama is a good thing. Group think is a bad thing. Having a ‘Yes Man” VP is more devastating to the country than someone who can challenge the President and his ideas, which could bring thoughts to mind that someone like Barack honestly wouldn’t have considered. I think the McCain campaign has faltered again with trying to spin a positive into a negative. We all know how much that “Barack is too cool for presidency” ploy played out…
The only thing Barack appears to be too cool for is grocery stores. He’d rather be speaking in front of thousands than looking at lettuce.
08.22.08
It’s the Weekend. Praise Be to the Big Man Upstairs!
Honestly folks, I’m tired. I’ve been working somewhat hard at work, and even harder to keep up this blog and the new blog over at Three Ways to Take It. If you like what you see on this site, then make sure you check out the one I just linked you too. In just over 2 weeks we’ve had more than 800 visitors there, with many returning on a regular basis as we get better and better. We just went through a series of entries called “The Double Standard of Men and Women”. It’s getting pretty serious on the blogging front and I need to run a few errands this weekend for my non-internet life. I’ll be back here and on Three Ways to Take it on Monday. In the meantime, have a great weekend. I will be responding to and approving comments. So if you do have something to say, please say it. We/I need comments from people. It’s what keeps things interesting. I’m out. Peace.
Slim
08.21.08
Honesty Box. Promoting Cowardice Since 2005
I tried to avoid talking about Facebook for a bit, but it’s just as popular in everyday life as Barack Obama taking a sh*t. Today I wanted to discuss the Honesty Box, since there has been a lot of recent geeky chatter about the glitch that exposed its code. For those that aren’t aware and need to be schooled, the Honesty Box is an application on Facebook that allows people to send you comments “anonymously”. A stalker person can go to your page, check out your profile, then tell you how they really feel about you without any repercussions. At least in theory that’s how it should work. In an ideal world, the Honesty Box would be used for people to confess their secret love for that special somebody who they haven’t built up the courage to tell them in real life. Unfortunately, people are inherently evil and/or crude and use it for a variety of sexual and offensive other purposes. I don’t have one on my page. I have enough enemies to fill the box up with unpleasantries that might actually almost hurt my feelings. Here are some examples of comments people have/will/just recently left in honesty boxes across the country:
- I wanna splash all over you.
- You are ugly and look like *insert some ugly animal or cartoon character*
- You ain’t nuttin but a ho. Stay away from my man!
- Can I beat?
- I saw you leave Lamont’s (I always use this name) room/apartment last night. I hope he burnt ya ass like he did me. B*tch!
- I heard you got that good thang. Can I filet your mignon?
- I love you and always have. Why won’t you just be with me?
Yes, people say stuff like this thinking it’s all peachy…and the last example is peachy unless it’s your stalker. But what happens if the system ever has a glitch and comments and identities are exposed? Stutter, stutter, stutter…”I was just playin. You know I ain’t really mean that.” How quickly the cowardice rears its ugly head. The big and bad, become tiny and sad. Only the truly gangsta would be able to honestly admit to “anonymous” comments they made. “Yeah I said it. And what?!” would be truly bold. But just how many people would actually have the balls courage to say that? People often overestimate the extent to which technology can protect their identities. I wish the glitch had exposed all the Honesty Box comments across the world. There would be a lot of sweating, umming, and “I’ve felt the same way about you! I love you too!”.
I Am Not the Chocolate Skin Delegate
There is nothing that simultaneously irritates and humors me more than being the go to guy when someone of another race has a question about black people. “Hey Slim, you’ll probably know this song.” or “Hey Slim, what do you think of Barack?” What do I think of Barack, OR what do I as a black person think of Barack? There are other questions that have been cautiously worded that I can decipher through to see exactly what the real question is. Depending on my answer, there will be an attempt to bond or an attempt to show me where we share similar views. God forbid someone is ignorant enough to drop the infamous “you people” in a heated discussion. That’s grounds for me to act exactly how I am expected, angry and hostile.
Now I’m not saying people shouldn’t ask me questions, but it’s the approach and where it’s done. Putting me on the spot in a group where I am the lone chocolate (Some would argue caramel) delegate is never a good idea. Add to this the fact we are probably not good friends…if friends at all, and you’ve set yourself up to get cursed out feel the non-violent wrath of the ABG. If we are having a cultural discussion to begin, you’ll know if I want to participate. The life that I live is not indicative of the overall plight of Black America. Yes, I saw the CNN special a few weeks ago, but please don’t mistake this as an opportunity to say “Gee Slim. I didn’t know that it was like that for your people.”
Unless you want to see how truly angry I am. The End.
08.20.08
What You Don’t See by Seattle
It was like any other day. I was on the train, swaying from side to side, clinging to a metal rod as people boarded and disembarked. Students, businessmen and women, people sneaking home after a late night with their significant, or non-significant others, and countless other conspicuous characters were all climbing into the chilled car. Looking to escape the thick, humid summer air. Nothing new. That is, except for this one older gentleman sitting in the front of the car that grabbed my attention. I couldn’t escape it really. After all, he was filling the chilled car with his random thoughts for all to hear. So for a brief second, I took a listen.
From the random sputtering of his unintelligible words, it didn’t take very long for me to realize that this man was incoherent. Either drunk, mentally handicapped or just demented. Regardless, I didn’t want to figure it out. So I let my gaze wander around the car. Only to see the rest of the passengers in the car completely enthralled by this man and his actions. They were intently staring, glancing occasionally or fighting themselves from taking a look at the growing spectacle. They just should’ve.
At the moment, I didn’t quite understand what was so captivating about the man. He was just like every other slightly off person that happens to step on the train early in the morning or late at night. That is until he did something that even I hadn’t seen before.
It could’ve been the coldness of the air conditioned car or the pollen floating in the air that day that caused it, either way the sneeze that this man let off left even me disorientated. And nauseous. It was as if he learned how to turn his nose into a faucet, but didn’t yet know how to turn it off. The amount of goo that erupted from this man’s nose was immeasurable. All hanging from his nose like a suspended Niagara Falls. If this is making you sick, imagine how it was to see it live and less than a foot away from your face. The accompanying blow and splat from the rocket he let loose on the subway car was just as appalling. I had never been so happy to be above it all. Or so I thought.
Suddenly realizing his stop was approaching, the questionable man wiped his nose, and the remaining contents, stood up and lurched at me, grabbing me for support. Never had I been so upset. He gets to leave the train while I have to deal with having all those dregs on me for the rest of the day. As do the next passengers, like the nice woman that grabbed me soon after he left, picking up countless germs as she held me ever so tightly. Only to pass them onto her friend as she grasped his hand to leave the train.
In the moment I couldn’t say it to her, so I’ll say it to you. Next time you’re on the train, be careful what you grab a hold of. You never know who was there or what happened before you.
08.19.08
Black Politicians Should Not Text
Detroit Mayor Kwame Kilpatrick can answer this one as he gets a taste of the legal system thanks to his many indiscretions with the ladies. The fact that he has been frolicking with women other than his wife is not the shocker, given the actions of Wild Bill Clinton, John “Terrible Human Being” Edwards, Elliot “I cheated on my wife because she was a” Spitzer, and even going back to John “I popped bottles with models and no one cared” Kennedy back in the 60’s.. Not only is Kwame “Smooth Fingers” Kilpatrick a Black elected official, which always makes things exciting. He is a texting machine. This, faithful readers, is his gift and his curse.

He resembles a pro athlete that just won a title or a rapper doing community service. Learn from his texting mistakes.
Any seasoned veteran of the text game, male or female, knows that deleting sketchy text messages is the key to keeping things safe on the homefront. Sending sketchy text messages is even more dangerous because you can’t control what the other person does with them, and God forbid he or she decides to ruin your life. However, text sex is a bit more acceptable for the average Joe and Jane. More than likely, their text messages will not be dumped (retrieved) from some random database…unless she was involved with Kobe Bryant of course. But if you are an elected official, your best bet is to steer clear of texting anything inappropriate all together. The only messages leaving your phone should be about loving your job and loving your family, especially if you’re a Black elected official since people probably expect you to be smooth anyway.
Kwame, what the eff were you thinking?! Did you really believe you were above the game because you’re the youngest mayor in the history of Detroit? You’re now dealing with allegations such as obstruction of justice, perjury, infidelity, and conspiracy. That’s a nice combination of misdemeanors and felonies. Your rap sheet reads more like that of a commercial rapper than an elected official. But you have taught us a lesson in the process as we will now be weary of our text messages even if we delete them. Hopefully, people will think before they send questionable messages. Instead of “What Would Jesus Do”, people can just say “What Would Happen to Kwame Kilpatrick?” Hmm, does that fit on a keychain?
08.18.08
Track Is a Real Sport! Are You Kidding Me!?
Since track and field is underway at the Olympics, I figured I would dedicate an entry to my favorite sport. Numerous people have tried to explain to me why they don’t consider track and field “a real sport”. People running to a finish line, jumping over a bar or into sand, or throwing a weighted implement apparently don’t compare to shooting a basketball, hitting a baseball, or tackling someone to the turf in football. This is probably more of a thought in America, where an emphasis is placed on team sports. In a country where people are known for looking to place the blame on everybody else but themselves, this makes perfect sense (No, this isn’t a rant about America). While there is a significant amount of personal accountability in team sports for the stars, it doesn’t compare to that which you see in track. Think about it, the stars in team sports can blame the officials or the teammates for shortcomings. In track, one can only blame his or herself for any failures.
Team sports are great to watch. Nothing is better than being at a game supporting your team (unless it’s the New York Knicks) or booing the team that you have come to despise. But what about the players themselves? We often hear of basketball players not showing up at practice, getting to games late, or not getting the ball enough during the game. The same can be said in football. Baseball is a bit different since it’s usually the pitcher vs. the catcher (pause) before anything else can happen. However in track, it is you, the individual, vs. yourself. Yes, you are competing against others, but it’s what you can do yourself that really matters. When you don’t run fast, jump high or far, or throw a certain distance, you really can’t blame anybody but yourself and perhaps mother nature during the outdoor season. Missing a few practice can be the difference between first and fifth place. Bare in mind that there are tiers of athletes. Not everybody can be an Olympian or professional athlete. In our team sports, once you finish college it’s pretty much over as far as serious competition. That men’s or women’s winter basketball league doesn’t really count in my book.
However, in track many athletes compete beyond college graduation to continue improving themselves despite the fact they most likely will not be a big time athlete. Their continued training is just an extension of their previous career. There’s a personal challenge that often drives the athlete to compete until they have reached an established goal before hanging up the spikes or shoes or poles. In team sports, what can a person do but continue to play as a recreational activity? Although in some areas, sports like basketball are really a way of life. They allow people to be the big man on the block/court, but that’s a totally different blog entry.
A lot of people also forget that their favorite athletes were once track and field stars at some point in their career. Given the decreased emphasis on track in the United States, this often gets brushed under the table. But the next time you try to argue track isn’t a sport, ask yourself if you could dedicate 10-20 hours a week to specific event and weigh training to improve yourself in individual competition where you know you may not be the best out there of all the competitors on any given day. You many not even be on a good track team and you still have to dedicate that time to self improvement. Could you do it? If your answer is no, then maybe track and field isn’t “the sport” for you. I, along with my fellow trackletes, suggest you re-evaluate what is and what isn’t “a real sport”. There is no “I” in a team, except for track and field, where everything is focused on the Individual effort.

08.29.08
When Picking a Woman Goes Wrong
Posted in Politicking tagged biden, clinton, commentary, guns, hockey, mccain, moose, obama, palin, politics, soccer at 6:48 pm by slimjackson
Hello folks. I’ve been out the mix for a few days now for reasons I will disclose in a later entry. In an effort to regain my sanity, I’ve decided to post something. Given the political week we just had, I figured I’d take some time to not talk about Barack, but instead talk about McCain’s decision for a running mate. Barack gave an amazing speech. We all know that. No surprise. However, Gramps McCain did finally surprise me. Unfortunately, it’s not in a good way. Then again, that probably doesn’t surprise you as one of my readers.
How stupid does John McCain think women are? For that matter, how stupid does John McCain’s camp think that women are? Upon hearing his choice for a VP, I actually laughed and said something along the lines of “What the eff is this?” Does he really think that selecting Gov. Sarah Palin is suddenly going to give him all of the votes that Hillary Clinton would have gotten had she overcome Obamamania? I knew he would select somebody young that didn’t need to take a blue pill, but I’m incredibly surprised that he would select someone younger than Barack. Someone who, from what the media tells me, has absolutely no foreign policy experience. She’s a hockey mom, shoots guns, and eats moose burgers. Big effin deal. Most kids don’t even play hockey. Had they portrayed her as a soccer mom, it’d be a completely different ballgame. She could drive to all the campaign rallies in a minivan with a moose’s head on top of it. She could also get out with full hunting camouflage on. Yep, that would seal the election for MCain. Sadly to say, that would capture a lot of the redneck vote.
Gramps must really think he got the double bonus on this one. “Young woman that likes guns, violent team sports, and meat? Brilliant!” is probably what crossed his mind. Much to the dismay of many Republicans from what I’ve read so far, he took it to an extreme that will probably erupt in his face like Jake Steed. That’s way worse than egg yolk by the way. But seriously, does he really think that the majority of Hillary’s supporters are just going to roll over to his side because he selected a young “All-American” woman with a quarter of her credentials? If I were a Hillary supporter, I’d consider this a slap in the face and insult of intelligence. I’ll be humored to see how this one plays out. That road to the White House just got a lot longer for the McCain camp. Once these debates get started, Obama and Biden will probably be a slap shot away from the Presidential Cup. Go figure.
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