Hey, what’s up, party people? I’ve been down for a minute, paying those bills, you know how it is. Cute don’t pay the rent, do what I gotta do, yadda, yadda, yadda, I ain’t telling you nothing that you don’t already know.

I’ve will get to that Purple Rain/Do The Right Thing breakdown that I promised last week as well as some other things that I’ve got cooking, including my first interview with a “Hollywood” up and comer.  I’m looking forward to that. 

First up, however, have to show some MJ respect/love.  I still got a rancid taste in my mouth over the BET AWARDS “Tribute” to The King Of Pop.  I’ll get to that, trust.  Right now, I want to show a clip from the talented, underrated R&B songstress (not diva, I hate that term the way it’s currently used, so I won’t use it), Sy Smith. 


I been a Sy Smith fan since her GLADLY single came out back in the 20th Century and her sweet cover of Edie Brickell’s WHAT I AM was featured on THE PJs (remember that show?) soundtrack.  A true Soul Survivor in this wack age of “Today’s R&B”.

She’s paying homage to the King Of Pop, singing his SHOW YOU THE WAY TO GO and reminincing over meeting him back in May of this year.  Sure could have used her at the B.E.T. Awards “MJ Tribute”.  Sigh.

Anyway, check this out; Very nice (oh, also some vulgarity, I know that some Red States/Holier Than Thou Folx frown upon such outward displays of “abuse of the First Admendment”, people saying things that they fear may turn their kids into liberals or something, so turn down those speakers if you don’t want anyone to hear grown folks cussin’.  The B.E.T. Awards censor, on the other hand, wouldn’t mind.)

Check Out Sy’s latest video, FLY AWAY WITH ME from her album CONFLICT:


Purple Rain/Do The Right Thing Anniversaries: It’s A Celebration, Bitches!

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today 2 get through this thing called life …”–The Kid/Purple Rain

“My people, my people, what can I say, say what I can. I saw it but didn’t believe it, I didn’t believe what I saw. Are we gonna live together, together are we gonna live?”–Mister Senor Love Daddy/Do The Right Thing

This year marks the 25th (yikes!) year anniversary of Prince’s masterpiece album, PURPLE RAIN (I like to think that the album was so tight that a single album couldn’t contain it  so a movie/video had to be created as an companion piece…I know that’s not the way it happened, I can dream) and the 20th year anniversary of, what I consider to be Spike Lee’s best movie, DO THE RIGHT THING (which had a pretty nice soundtrack itself…).

These two films, premiering five Summers apart, 1984 for Purple Rain and 1989 (a number, another summer, GET DOWN!) for Do The Right Thing, initially seem light years apart, in a number of ways.

You really can’t compare the cinematic, um, artistry, of Prince’s movie against Do The Right Thing, it’s not even close, in Spike’s favor.  The same can be said when you compare the DTRT soundtrack to the Purple Rain soundtrack.  However, when you combine the soundtracks and movies, the discussion gets very interesting.

For example, if you mention Oscar awards, one might think, “eh, you kidding me?  Spike Lee, easy.  Where’s my money?”  Sorry, you gets no dough, Prince won an Oscar for Best Music, Original Sound Score.  How about comparing the two movies visually and I’m not talking about Apollonia and Rosie Perez (but you know that’s gonna happen, right?  You bet your arse it is!).  DTRT is about the sweaty-ist movie this side of COOL HAND LUKE and just as visual.  You could feel the humidity of that Bed-Stuy neighborhood,  you wanted to Da Mayor to pass that can of cold beer just to get a sip and a moment’s relief from the sweltering heat.  You wanted to play in that fire hydrant that Martin Lawrence and the other kids in the neighborhood cracked open.  For all of that,  I guarantee you that even cinematographer Ernest Dickerson had to say:


That’s a damn good freeze-frame shot!

So I thought that I would spend the next few days breaking down, discussing, reminiscing over  these two movies, these two visionaries, Spike and Prince, the music, the women, the sidekicks…etc…etc…etc…

Before we get to the breakdown/tale of the tape of these two entities, I want to discuss what came before. So up to bat first, I’ll be discussing Spike’s SCHOOL DAZE and and Prince’s classic 1999

“Hey, Sal, how come they ain’t no brothas on the wall?”–Buggin’ Out/Do The Right Thing

The Republican National Committee Announces Its Candidate For 2012

In a surprise move, the Republican National Committee has selected its candidate for the 2012 Presidential Race. Michael Steele, Chairman of the Republican National Committee, made the announcement at the Fox News-sponsored “Socialist Obama Must Be Stopped” rally in Savannah, Georgia. The rally, which had participants numbering in the dozens, included key Republican figures such as former Vice-Presidential candidate Sarah Palin, commentators Sean Hannity and Rush Limbaugh, resident court Glenn Beck, and spokesghoul Ann Coulter.

Mike Steele's Big Announcement

The announcement began after Steele did a stirring rendition of “Dixie”, with Alan Keyes singing back-up. When Steele finished singing, he took to the podium with the news.

“Ladies and gentlemen, great people of the United States! You are all great Americans, and like you, I don’t like where the country is headed. We are on an unmistakable path towards socialism, and the American people were hoodwinked into voting for a celebrity to lead us! I have spoken with the leaders of the the Republican Party, including Boss of all Bosses, Rush Limbaugh, Emperor Dick Cheney, and the Dark Lord of Propaganda, Karl Rove. They have given me permission to agree with them on who best to wrest the control of the government from that Marxist Socialist Communist ni– er… Community Organizer in 2012! We came close with our stirring campaign with Palin/McCain, and all of the real Americans in the real parts of America have spoken. In order to take back control in 2012, we must act now! That’s why we, the Republican Party, the G.O.P., the Grand Old Party, are proud to announce our candidate for the Presidency of the United States. Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce to you, the next President of the United States: Former President RONALD WILSON REAGAN!”

The GOPs Best Hope For 2012

The GOP's Best Hope For 2012

Demonic entity Patrick J. Buchanan released a puff of sulfuric smoke from his acid-encrusted lungs to express glee that the party is finally going to be led by a man of action. “Dead or alive, Ronald Reagan is the greatest president ever, and this country would be wise to select such a great man to take this country back from the hands of a certain uppity individual who still doesn’t know his place.” Sean Hannity requested a napkin and a cigarette in order to compose himself after his apparent excitement. Between sighs of orgasmic bliss, Sean noted that “Ronald Reagan is the single entity that brought down the great red menace of communism, and we know that he’s turning over in his grave. Not because our perverted alchemists are conducting their dark magic to bring Reagan back, but because the same menace that Reagan destroyed overseas is now a threat on our home soil. Obama is a socio-communist Marxist celebrity, and the very idea of Ronald Reagan at the helm makes me… anyone have another cigarette… and another napkin?”

Only Mike Huckabee expressed horror at what the Republican Party was suggesting. “Ladies and gentlemen, do you HEAR yourselves? Ronald Reagan has been dead since 2004! What you’re suggesting doesn’t sit right with me. Look, like you, I feel that the sun rises and sets on St. Ronald of Reagan’s ever-decaying corpse. But we can’t just… bring him back to life, can we? Are we supposed to just go to the Reagan Library and dig him up?”

The crowd began chanting “Dig, Baby Dig!! Dig, Baby, Dig!!”, led by Palin and Steele.

Huckabee, a former governor, interjected by asking about the Constitutional hurdles that a reanimated corpse of Reagan would have to address. “Ladies and gentlemen, Ronald Reagan was a two-term President, and by our Constitution, he can’t be elected again! How are we going to get around that?”

“Eh, that Constitution is nothing but a godd****ed piece of paper. There are ways around it. Trust me,” snarled Cheney. “Rove and my minions are already working on the Patriot Act III with our sleeper agent Nancy Pelosi. Before the President knows what hit him, he’ll be signing into legislation an amendment that allows for multiple-term Presidents, only if they have died previously. It has the appearance of a way to ‘honor’ the efforts of a past President.”

Huckabee continued to express his misgivings about raising a man from the dead for the sake of the Presidency. “I’m sorry, but I have to say it. What you’re suggesting is nothing short of an abomination before man and God. The man is dead. He served his country! Let him rest in peace.”

“Huckabee, your lack of faith is disappointing”, hissed Cheney. “We are the pro-life party. What better way to project the image of protecting the sanctity of life than saying that by bringing back the greatest President in history from the cold clutches of the Grim Reaper? We have been preparing for this moment since Reagan was in office, as samples of his DNA have been stored in a secret facility. Our team of scientists are on standby, and as soon as they receive Reagan’s dessicated corpse, they can do what they do best. We have a litany of black magic incantations from the Necronomicon in case things get a little hairy. If you have a problem with this, well, the Socialist Commie Democrats are always looking for new members.”

“Yeah, you tell ’em, Dark Master Cheney! You tell ’em! We gots this, bawss!!!”, Steele interjected.

Steele closed the rally with a prayer and a softshoe routine.


I want some.  Pancakes.



The other day, I wrote a post about the new documentary FOOD, INC and ever since, I have been wanting to get a hold of some pancakes…and eat them!

I tried to get some from Aunt Jemima.

cng9r_auntjemimaShe claim she always ready.  But you know what happened?  That heffa put a restraining order out on a brotha!  What the deuce???

She say I was “trying to lick her box”!  Awww hell to the naw!  Aunt Jemima, we’s fam!  I had your back even when everybody said you sold out:

Wow.  You actually used "chillums" in a sentence...on purpose.

Wow. You actually used "chillums" in a sentence...on purpose.

But even since you got rid of that do rag, lost some weight, got your hair did and bought that 2009 Ford Flex…

jemima & the flex

She used to lease a Escalade and had a California Yaki Weave but this economy been workin' a sista's pocketbook so she had to downgrade a taste.

You act like you don’t know nobody!

I ain’t studdin’ (yeah, I said it, studdin’) you ‘Mima…because I know somebody who is so thick, so rich and sweeter than your siddity (yeah, I said it, siddity) behind!

And she giving it out cheap, too

And she giving it out cheap, too

That’s right, Mrs. Butterworth is givin’ out that sweet, that sticky icky goodness and she has got a makeover, too:

sexy-amish-girl-costumeHolla!  (Why she looking like she stole her gear from Strawberry Shortcake?  I dunno)

You know, I’m beginning to think that it’s not Pancakes that I really want after all.

File This Under GTFO

PETA calls out Obama for killing a fly


I can’t make s*it like this up.  The Al Sharpton of activists groups is at it…again.  This time, they’re calling out the President himself for dealing with a pesky housefly “The Chicago Way”:

“You buzz the President Of The United States, you gotta go.”

But these glorified ambulance/free pub chasers swooped in and started their ol’ whine n’ cry routine:

Peta spokesman Bruce Friedrich said: “We support compassion even for the most curious, smallest and least sympathetic animals.  We believe that people, where they can be compassionate, should be, for all animals.”

Cue The Carpenters:

Oh, shut up, PETA. The President took out a frackin’ fly, he didn’t go out a club a baby seal

baby seal killer

"Boy, some PETA to block would sure be good right about now"

I see what the “problem” is, the President trashed talked about it afterwards.  He should have just pounded it and kept it moving like Dirk Nowitzki did:

I swear, you PETA assholes would probably get more respect if you didn’t spend so much time trying to work your way into high profile situations. I know that there’s a puppy mill out there that sure could use an assist from you fuc*ers, go handle that and quit fuc*in’ with people about killing a damn house fly, you puss-es.

Speaking of puppy mills, you have to bet that Mike Vick screamed out “OH COME ON” when NFL player Donte’ Stallworth got only 30 days for killing a man by hitting him with his car that he was driving while tipsy.

Stallworth, 28, received the sentence after pleading guilty to a DUI manslaughter charge for striking and killing Mario Reyes while driving drunk March 14 in his black 2005 Bentley. The athlete also reached a confidential financial settlement with the family of the 59-year-old construction worker.

Without the plea deal, the DUI manslaughter conviction could have netted Stallworth 15 years in prison. After his release from jail, he must serve two years of house arrest and spend eight years on probation. The house arrest provisions will allow him to resume his football career, his attorney said.

Whoa. That’s deep. Every black man on the planet probably asked the same question: “Who is this new Johnny Cochran?”

Stallworth with his mother and lawyer Christopher "If The Car Didn't Intentially Hit, You Must Plea Bargain It" Lyons

Stallworth with his mother and lawyer Christopher "If The Car Didn't Intentially Hit, You Must Plea Bargain It" Lyons

Stallworth’s attorney, Christopher Lyons, said the financial settlement was only one factor in the plea agreement. He noted that Stallworth stopped immediately after the accident, called 911 and submitted to roadside alcohol testing despite spending most of the night drinking at a swanky Miami Beach hotel.

After a night drinking at a bar in Miami Beach’s Fountainebleau hotel, police said Stallworth hit Reyes, a construction crane operator who was rushing to catch a bus after finishing his shift around 7:15 a.m. Stallworth told police he flashed his lights in an attempt to warn Reyes, who was not in a crosswalk when he was struck.

Stallworth had a blood-alcohol level of .126 after the crash, well above Florida’s .08 limit. Stallworth stopped after the crash and immediately told officers he had hit Reyes. Police estimated Stallworth was driving about 50 mph in a 40 mph zone.

“He acted like a man,” Lyons said. “He remained at the scene. He cooperated fully.”

You tell’em, son!  That’s some mighty fine lawyerball you playin’ there, boy!

Miami-Dade State Attorney Katherine Fernandez Rundle echoed Lyons in citing Stallworth’s lack of previous criminal record, cooperation and willingness to accept responsibility as factors in the plea deal. Rundle also said the Reyes family—particularly the victim’s 15-year-old daughter—wanted the case resolved to avoid any more pain.

“For all of these reasons, a just resolution of this case has been reached,” Rundle said.

Now OJ sitting in jail, mad when he probably could have plea bargained his way out of some jail time had he had Christopher Lyons for his lawyer.

Seriously,  this is just another example of how the green:


trumps Race

jacksonsharptonIf you got enough of  the green and if you don’t catch the ire of the likes of PETA.

He ran over a person, not a kitten.

Don’t you let PETA hear you saying that, ain’t that right, Fantasia?

ha haaaaaaaaaaaa!

ha haaaaaaaaaaaa!

Where’s your outrage over this, PETA? People are animals, too!

I rest my case...

I rest my case...

And here’s a toast to LA Laker Fan for being opportunistic and going on a looting spree in this economy.


That’ll show that fly-killing President that we shall be heard.  You stay classy, L.A.

You idiots.

Come On Hollywood…

Hollywood is so lazy nowadays.  They make money the easy way, by look at which actor/actress is brining in the bank and/or can be marketed to a specific crowd.  When I say specific crowd, I mean that 17-34 demographic that will buy anything if you tell them it’s hot.  Then they throw them a script, just about any script that has to do with remaking a craptacular TV show or a sequel to a film series that should have been DOA years ago and let’em have at it.

Don’t get me started on the recent rash of 70’s toy themed movies; Battleship & Stretch Armstrong…really?  I keep hearing that Ridley Scott making a Monoply movie is not a bad bad joke and that somebody is throwing REAL money, not Monopoly dollars, into a movie version of CANDYLAND! Then there’s Ron Howard being rumored to produce the Stretch Armstrong movie.

I was joking when I first said that the Monopoly movie was going to start a whole glut of 70’s toy themed cinema, now, can The Captain’s Mistress, AKA Connect Four, be on the horizon?  Milton Bradley and Hasbro are getting paid like a pimp at a nymphomaniac convention. You just know that CONNECT FOUR: THE MOVIE will be in pre-production anyday now as soon as they get two goofballs to agree to be in the dang thing:


Son of a bitch!

Lazy, so lazy.

The sad thing is, there are recent movie actors out there that are ripe for their own series of movies, just as long as you don’t let jacklegs like McG, Brett Ratner and/or Tim Story get a hold of them.

Take Don Cheadle, for instance….


Don Cheadle has put in quality work for years.


From his first big role, in the underrated HAMBURGER HILL, the list of memorable Cheadle roles (including his series of memorable NFL commercials, see one below) have been steady for over 20 years.

...well, I guess every role can't be a winner, auditioning for Brokeback Mountain, perhaps?

Name a role that he’s been in and then think about his performance, the crazed Mouse Alexander from DEVIL IN A BLUE DRESS, District Attorney John Littlejohn on TVs PICKET FENCES, Buck Swope in BOOGIE NIGHTS, Sammy Davis, Jr. in THE RAT PACK come to mind right off the top of my head and in each of those, he brought the A-Game.  Even in lackluster flicks like THE METEOR MAN and MISSION TO MARS, you could say what you want about the movie but you couldn’t say anything disparaging about Cheadle’s performance in them.  There is no such thing as a “bad” Don Cheadle role.  Nearly everything that he’s involved in is better for his participation.

In 2004, Cheadle had a standout year.  He was nominated for an Best Actor Oscar for his role in HOTEL RWANDA and he produced the Oscar winning Best Film of 2004, CRASH as well as appeared in OCEANS TWELVE and AFTER THE SUNSET.  It was at that point, I expected him to start getting the A-List treatment and probably a holiday to himself to release his movies ala Will Smith and the 4th of July weekend.  It wasn’t until 2007 when things started to pick up again, with starring roles in TALK TO ME, REIGN OVER ME,  OCEANS THIRTEEN and Samir Horn, a undercover agent posing as a Muslim terrorist in last year’s underrated TRAITOR.

Had the film not been “dumped” in the dead late summer movie season of August and had more promotion, this would have been a much bigger hit.  It wasn’t and one of Cheadle’s best performances was missed by many.

That won’t be the case in his upcoming roles, in the much talked about BROOKLYN FINEST, biopics are in the work with Cheadle in the role of the legendary Miles Davis and one of the first Black Americans to play in the NFL, Fritz Pollard.


But the roll that really have him in the spotlight this time next year is his role in IRON MAN 2 and the upcoming THE AVENGERS as James “Rhody” Rhodes (taking over the role that his predessor, Terrance “Baby Wipes” Howard, diva’d himself right out of)


All those years of hard work and due dillengence are all about to pay off big time.  Hopefully, that will get someone the guts (and the fat wallet) to greenlight a proper showcase for Cheadle’s top shelf acting skills.

Even if it is in another Ratner helmed film.

-CHECK THIS OUT: I didn’t even touch on the excellent humanitarian work the man has done over the years.