Die N!&&ers, Die!!!!!!!!!

I know the NAACP buried the word n.i.gg.er, but I didn't. Every once in a while there is just no other appropriate word for a person so ignorant...literally one who is not knowledgeable.

We publish an annual directory of Black owned businesses in the area. It comes out in the fall so right now we are running ads in our paper (the local Black paper).

Last week I had a voice message at my office. It was a young man who was obviously Black basically saying this...

"Me and some other Black business owners were talking and we're sick of this paper talking about Black this and Black that. First you say we all need to come together then you ask for Black people to put their names in this book. Black this and Black that. That shit's crazy. You need to grow up and get a life. Thank you."

I dont' know what other loser business owners he's talking to because we had to stop accepting ads because we had too many for the number of pages we are doing. And what makes a fool pick up the phone just to discourage someone from doing something. Obviously he reads the paper because the ad he mentioned is on page 6 or 10 or somewhere DEEP in the paper.

Just three things dear brother...."Don't hate or participate....Just die nigger, DIE!"

Never scared...nervous maybe....but scared, NEVER!

I'm back, thanks for checking for me Creole and others. Duty called and I had to put in some major work to make sure we stay in business. I own a newspaper and a radio program and every once in a while I have to put myself on punishment to get all of my work done. But I'm out of the corner...here's something I was working on before my departure....

Because I write and talk for a living I think that I have been deliberately random and vague here. But that ends today. I still need to vent now and again and so since my blog is pretty unknown and rarely read, I'll go a little more in depth this time.

Those of you who haven't had the pleasure of meeting Sister P in person don't know that I am sooooo opinionated and often find myself in verbal sparring matches with those who are ill-equipped to be in the ring.

More often though, people talk about me behind my back because it's easier than facing me or they are feeling people out to see if they can get away with their attempt at character assassination.

Without getting too personal...I don't just "run" a newspaper...I own it.

I covered a story about where I felt some young men were being prosecuted to fullest extent of the law just to make an example out of them (see page 2 of this paper)

Because of this fact I really can't stand our local prosecuting attorney.

Well, you may have read how excited I was about jury duty. I got called for what could be a 2 day trial and I'm too hyped. They begin asking us all of these elimination type questions and one is, "Who knows the prosecutor?" I don't "know" him other than professionally but wanted to make it known, so I asked to approach the bench.

What I told the judge was this, "I don't like "bald headed midget prosecutor" and I know he's not personally trying the case, but if he comes in here I may get distracted because he over charges Black people and also I'm on his email list and get sent links to his innappropriate, unprofessional website."

Because I approached the bench, they put white noise on so no one could hear me except the judge and attorneys. It wasn't a shocker that I didn't get picked for the jury but here's the KICKER!

The head of the local Human Rights Commission comes up to me a couple of weeks later and says, "I heard how you got out of jury duty!" I say "WHAT????" He says that "bald headed midget prosecutor" told him about what I said.

Hubby says don't sweat it but I'm fuming and now paraniod that he's going to try and get me.

Well about a week later, I run into "bald headed midget prosecutor" and ask him how this person heard what I said. He says that he heard the tape and mentioned it to "few people". For what??? He says, "I can do that."

I know that he was testing the waters to see who would have my back if he came after me. But I know all the Black folks and you just wouldn't want to mess with the owner of the Black paper, I could devote pages to discrediting you.

I won't tell you exactly what I said to him so I can deny it if ever called to testify in my own defense, LOL, but I will say that I let him know that Yvonne didn't raise no punks and Sister P ain't neva' scared.

The neighborhood park

We take baby-girl to the park almost daily. Me and my hubby alternate but every time I go I get p'd off by PARENTS ON THE DAGBLAMMED PHONE.

MESSAGE TO THE IDIOTS (feel free to read it even if you aren't one, LOL!)

You bring your CHILD to the playground then sit in a swing that the kids could be swingin' in and talk your ass off!!!

Then your child keeps yellin' "could SOMEBODY help me?" and other parents have to split time with their children to BABYSIT for you.

The best part is this...you talk loud enough for all to hear "yeah, Imma' get off now, I'm at the park with my pookums" and then stay on for another 20 minutes, then as soon as you hang up you say, "Let's go".

Didn't your momma teach you that it's rude to carry on a conversation in front of other people when they aren't included? That includes your children!!!

Are you afraid that someone in the park is going to think that you HAVE to hang out with your child because you don't have friends?

CLUE: You probably don't have any friends because from where I am, I only hear you talking a mile a minute and I'm sure the other person is ignoring you!

OK, I'm done. I just feel so bad for the children who are YEARNING for attention and the selfish dummies who are called parents can't see that.

P.S. I just LOVE watching baby girl play. I feel like the best mom in the world when I see her having a ball.

Look whos talking...

My 2 1/2 year old is really repeating what she hears and her words are really becoming clear. All of a sudden I have to be even more careful of what I let her watch on TV. We are REALLY particular about what she' exposed to but I have allowed her to watch "The Little Rascals" movie. It is really cute. But the other day, she kept repeating the "bad" words like "shut up" and "dummy".

My hubby rented The Electric Comapany for the baby and she loves it! She sings the theme song and walks around saying words and singing the silly songs.

I'm going to have to re-watch some of her movies now and put a few away for later. So if your're keeping track. Age 2 1/2: Best of Electric Company YES!!--Little Rascals--NO!! (save until they know right from wrong)

Once upon a time...

There was a 17 year old college freshman who was "saved, sanctified and filled with the holy ghost". She really went to college to find a husband. Since she didn't have a career goal, she wasn't sure of what to major in but had a band scholarship, so she chose Music Education.

In the music department there was a music library. It was actually used as a lounge and was a hangout for the choir members and music majors. There was a really handsome senior who locked and unlocked the doors each day. He was a business major but played the trumpet and was a member of the music fraternity.

The freshman and the senior hung out with the group of students that frequented the library. They all went bowling together, ate pizza together, typical college stuff. But the senior was much more serious and had deep feelings for the freshman who was just "dating."

So when senior gave freshman a solid gold dome ring for Christmas, he was showing commitment and she saw it as just a gift.

Freshman had been in the band and was tied up all of Fall quarter so she really didn't get a chance to socialize with the rest of the folks until football season was over. After Christmas break, freshman realized she was HOT! She was being asked out by football players, other freshmen and frat guys. She was totally ignoring senior and began to lose interest.

Senior tried to get her attention by starting an argument but it backfired and freshman didn't speak to him anymore. So for the next year and a half that he was on campus (double major) they rarely spoke but deep in his heart, Senior was hopeful.

Fast forward........

12 years after they met, the guy who hooked up freshman and senior committed suicide. The funeral was in the town that freshman was now living as a recently divorced single woman. The suicide made freshman realize that whatever problems she had with anyone were petty and she resolved to squash any feuds.

When senior didn't make it to the funeral (he was living 400 mi. away) freshman asked around until she found his address and wrote him a letter basically saying that she didn't remember what they argued about but she wasn't mad, heard he was Muslim and hoped he was at peace.

Shocked that she found him, he wrote to her back but couldn't wait for her response and called her. They began talking again and found that they had much in common and had the same goals of entrepreneurship and children and home schooling. He was already a Muslim and she had been studying Islam.

During their courtship he explained that he had never married because freshman was the only girl he ever imagined himself married to.

Fourteen years after they met and two years after they reconnected, Freshman and Senior married, started a business and a family.

To my husband....I hope this life of ours is better than you imagined! Love you more, Sister P