It was not my intent to do press yesterday. I was clearly dressed for radio. Nevertheless, I'm glad I said what I said. I meant every word. Love u MJ! More later, including pics...
Just moments before Michael Jackson’s body arrived near the 11th Street entrance to Staples Center, a subdued crowd of about 400 people without tickets were bellying up against the guardrails, straining to catch a glimpse of something, anything going on.
Waset Regir, 38, a freelance writer from Los Angeles, took stock of her emotions and anger as she stood with the sparse crowd at the corner of Flower and 11th streets. She said the city should have given fans a place to gather and grieve.
“For days, they’ve drilled it into everyone: Don’t come out. It’ll be better to watch it from home. For now, everyone is in their living room, crying at their TV screens rather than coming together here as Michael would have wanted it,” she said. “Look around, we’ve got hundreds of police being paid overtime with nothing to do.”
Regir, who was surrounded by vendors hawking T-shirts, posters, buttons and soft drinks, said she wasn’t discouraged by the warnings by city and police officials.
“There was no way I wouldn’t get as close as I possibly can,” she said. “They didn’t try to discourage people from paying tribute to Princess Di when she died, did they?”
--Louis Sahagun
http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lanow/2009/07/michael-jackson-17.html
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
This Is Where I Stand!
I’ve never cared for politicians, however my disdain for them has been growing like a rabid toe fungus in recent months. The sight of these people breaking their necks to appear on camera to promote all things anti-me and anti-citizens of this nation is abominable. These “people” have the audacity to tell the citizens what they have decided for us and that we should just sit down, shut up and get fuc*ed.
They tell that you shouldn't smoke. Then they tax cigarettes. Only to then themselves get caught on camera smoking crack. They preach that prostitution is illegal - right before they jaunt off to Argentina to trick. They tell you that there is no money in the coffers and demand more tax money from you. Then, with your tax dollars, they authorize the killing of citizens of other sovereign nations (Iraq); or, they use your tax revenues to pay for the benefits of people who have entered this country illegally. Yet, when you need help and pick up the phone to call your representative, they don’t pick up, or they answer the phone with a got-damn attitude like you are disturbing their crack smoking when you ring-a-ding ding.
Simple inquiry: How can you be governor of a State that you cannot pronounce the name of? It’s C-A-L-I-F-O-R-N-I-A you Austrian moron – not “Kaulifornia.”
As if this weren’t enough. As if enough of our jobs have not been handed away to India and Sri Lanka. As if our tax dollars aren’t going pay for people who broke law after law after law by showing up here uninvited, we come to this night. This night and the eve of the burial and laying to rest of the most prolific artist the world has ever seen: Michael Joseph Jackson. While I should be here writing about the great things Michael Jackson accomplished, I am forced to write about matters that should be obvious to even the dumbest among us. As a US citizen and native of Los Angeles, California, I think it is disgusting how city officials are handling this tragic event.
Los Angeles City Council members have been sniveled all over the news about how much it will cost the city to provide police protection and traffic control around the Staples Center because of Michael Jackson’s memorial service.
Well to each and any one of the Los Angeles City Council members or other government “officials” who opened their fat greedy gums and mention the cost of this memorial, I dedicate all seven of those items I flushed this morning to you. This memorial isn’t a party because a group of dudes put more balls into the net than another bunch of dudes. This is the culmination of a talented life that the world cherished. I don’t see these same politicians and city authoritarian douche bags complaining about people selling corn with hot unpasteurized cheese on the street corners every damn day. I don’t see them rushing to clean up the sidewalks or ensure that US citizens have adequate access to health care and oh yeah, SCHOOLBOOKS! I don’t see them filling up the potholes on Slauson Avenue. Therefore, I invite them all to become one with both of my middle fingers.
See this is the problem, these imbecilic politicians forget who they are working for. It’s called: No taxation without representation bi*ch! Look it up and check the relevance.
Los Angeles Police Department chief Earl Paysinger said, "I would encourage all of the Michael Jackson fans and well wishers to take advantage of the TV broadcast.” Well, I would encourage him and any others who parrot his sentiment to put two packets of STFU in their morning lattes!
"Well wishers?" Did he really say "well wishers?" Well, if Michael is gone, who are we wishing well? See, idiots!
Funny, I don’t recall Great Britain telling its citizens to remain in their homes when Princess Diana Spencer died. No, hundreds of thousands of people lined the streets for miles and miles to honor her for the gracious humanitarian she was. But, that can’t happen here in this ghetto a$$ place. In the City of LA, we are being "encouraged"to remain indoors and honor Michael Jackson through out television sets.
To hell with them I say. I pay $25.00 a month to have my trash picked up even though property taxes are supposed to have allocations to cover trash collection. Now they want to tell me where I can stand? First, we experienced how repulsive it was to have the President of the United States fail miserably to pay proper tribute to Michael and now we have to deal with this treachery.
“Check the rhyme you beastly ogres, Michael Jackson made more of a difference in the lives of people across the world than did any of you politicians serving in the United States combined. Therefore, at 5 AM this morning, I will rise, shine, venture and go forth to pay homage to a soul lost before his time. You fu*king politicians can pay for any “expenses” out of the trash collection fees you are double charging us for.” -- WASET
WASET © 2009
They tell that you shouldn't smoke. Then they tax cigarettes. Only to then themselves get caught on camera smoking crack. They preach that prostitution is illegal - right before they jaunt off to Argentina to trick. They tell you that there is no money in the coffers and demand more tax money from you. Then, with your tax dollars, they authorize the killing of citizens of other sovereign nations (Iraq); or, they use your tax revenues to pay for the benefits of people who have entered this country illegally. Yet, when you need help and pick up the phone to call your representative, they don’t pick up, or they answer the phone with a got-damn attitude like you are disturbing their crack smoking when you ring-a-ding ding.
Simple inquiry: How can you be governor of a State that you cannot pronounce the name of? It’s C-A-L-I-F-O-R-N-I-A you Austrian moron – not “Kaulifornia.”
As if this weren’t enough. As if enough of our jobs have not been handed away to India and Sri Lanka. As if our tax dollars aren’t going pay for people who broke law after law after law by showing up here uninvited, we come to this night. This night and the eve of the burial and laying to rest of the most prolific artist the world has ever seen: Michael Joseph Jackson. While I should be here writing about the great things Michael Jackson accomplished, I am forced to write about matters that should be obvious to even the dumbest among us. As a US citizen and native of Los Angeles, California, I think it is disgusting how city officials are handling this tragic event.
Los Angeles City Council members have been sniveled all over the news about how much it will cost the city to provide police protection and traffic control around the Staples Center because of Michael Jackson’s memorial service.
Well to each and any one of the Los Angeles City Council members or other government “officials” who opened their fat greedy gums and mention the cost of this memorial, I dedicate all seven of those items I flushed this morning to you. This memorial isn’t a party because a group of dudes put more balls into the net than another bunch of dudes. This is the culmination of a talented life that the world cherished. I don’t see these same politicians and city authoritarian douche bags complaining about people selling corn with hot unpasteurized cheese on the street corners every damn day. I don’t see them rushing to clean up the sidewalks or ensure that US citizens have adequate access to health care and oh yeah, SCHOOLBOOKS! I don’t see them filling up the potholes on Slauson Avenue. Therefore, I invite them all to become one with both of my middle fingers.
See this is the problem, these imbecilic politicians forget who they are working for. It’s called: No taxation without representation bi*ch! Look it up and check the relevance.
Los Angeles Police Department chief Earl Paysinger said, "I would encourage all of the Michael Jackson fans and well wishers to take advantage of the TV broadcast.” Well, I would encourage him and any others who parrot his sentiment to put two packets of STFU in their morning lattes!
"Well wishers?" Did he really say "well wishers?" Well, if Michael is gone, who are we wishing well? See, idiots!
Funny, I don’t recall Great Britain telling its citizens to remain in their homes when Princess Diana Spencer died. No, hundreds of thousands of people lined the streets for miles and miles to honor her for the gracious humanitarian she was. But, that can’t happen here in this ghetto a$$ place. In the City of LA, we are being "encouraged"to remain indoors and honor Michael Jackson through out television sets.
To hell with them I say. I pay $25.00 a month to have my trash picked up even though property taxes are supposed to have allocations to cover trash collection. Now they want to tell me where I can stand? First, we experienced how repulsive it was to have the President of the United States fail miserably to pay proper tribute to Michael and now we have to deal with this treachery.
“Check the rhyme you beastly ogres, Michael Jackson made more of a difference in the lives of people across the world than did any of you politicians serving in the United States combined. Therefore, at 5 AM this morning, I will rise, shine, venture and go forth to pay homage to a soul lost before his time. You fu*king politicians can pay for any “expenses” out of the trash collection fees you are double charging us for.” -- WASET
WASET © 2009
Monday, July 06, 2009
The Starting Lineup - RIP Steve McNair (you would have been an All-star)
-----------------THE STARTING LINEUP Pt. 1
-------------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------------------------
Game Time. Damn he’s fine!
I’ve been waiting for this moment for such a long time.
Quarter one
its just begun
I got a call to hook up with Allen Iverson.
Quarter 2
and I’m about due
to fly to D.C. to see Larry Hughes.
Cocktails, expensive dinner and a movie
far from a groupie, but
I’m feeling kinda tipsy and I know he wants to do me.
But hold up!
Before any copulations
I’ve got to verify your health certifications.
Ooh yeah, now pull my hair
Chris Webber, Roy Jones or Steve McNair.
Right there.
Shhhhhh…
It’s late in the evening
and you know I’ve been thinking
in my room I could sneak in...
Fres Oquendo
that fine ass Puerto Ri-can
D-A-M-N
It seems so nutritious, that chocolate Mike Vick looks quite delicious.
I know he’s young, but I’m a cut him some slack.
I might even let him kiss me between my haystack
or give him permission to unzip my backpack.
And just in case baby boy gets sacked
I want Dante Culpepper as my quarterback
he can throw
I’ll catch
turn my back
he can fetch
he’s got me singing “thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing”
he’s got me cleared for a landing like a plane from Boeing.
Right now, I’m in the zone
I keep my treasures in a vault locked up like Al Capone’s
but I’d give my combination to Eddie Jones.
I don’t fu*k with the Lakers cause they traded my baby.
I’d rather fly like an Eagle with the Steelers Duce Staley.
-----------------THE STARTING LINEUP Pt. 2
-------------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------------------------
…Mmmm mmmm
It’s so tasty
the thought that Derek Jeter can’t wait to taste me.
I can’t believe, the way he swings his bat
in Armani or his cleats cause he’s got it like that.
H-A-L-F-T-I-M-E
I’ve got to make a decision.
Do I let Robert Horry stick his key in my ignition
while we listen to R. Kelly sing Sex In The Kitchen?
Hell yeah… Aw baby faster
make me come hard like a beat from Trackmasters.
3rd Quarter on the road and it’s getting late
I think I need Paul Pierce to help me navigate.
I pull over, to the side of the lane
and get a lift from Mike Rucker and Sugar Shane
in a field with a hut and some sugar cane.
I go back to the city and I’m feeling like a winner.
Put on my throwback cause it’s time for dinner
and I’m getting served by Sugar Ray Leonard.
In the 4th, the game is almost over
I reach down in my jeans to find my four-leaf clover
make a wish “snap”
and just like that
I’m pinned down by The Rock
on a wrestling mat
in Brazil
on the side of a hill
we don’t have on any clothes just to keep it real.
We kiss, because he’s got it all
and I feel myself coming like a waterfall.
I’m wet!
But it’s only my sweat?
That was just my fantasy team
but sometimes…I forget.
WASET - from The POWER journal - Chronicles of a Revolutionary Black Woman - go get THAT!
-------------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------------------------
Game Time. Damn he’s fine!
I’ve been waiting for this moment for such a long time.
Quarter one
its just begun
I got a call to hook up with Allen Iverson.
Quarter 2
and I’m about due
to fly to D.C. to see Larry Hughes.
Cocktails, expensive dinner and a movie
far from a groupie, but
I’m feeling kinda tipsy and I know he wants to do me.
But hold up!
Before any copulations
I’ve got to verify your health certifications.
Ooh yeah, now pull my hair
Chris Webber, Roy Jones or Steve McNair.
Right there.
Shhhhhh…
It’s late in the evening
and you know I’ve been thinking
in my room I could sneak in...
Fres Oquendo
that fine ass Puerto Ri-can
D-A-M-N
It seems so nutritious, that chocolate Mike Vick looks quite delicious.
I know he’s young, but I’m a cut him some slack.
I might even let him kiss me between my haystack
or give him permission to unzip my backpack.
And just in case baby boy gets sacked
I want Dante Culpepper as my quarterback
he can throw
I’ll catch
turn my back
he can fetch
he’s got me singing “thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing”
he’s got me cleared for a landing like a plane from Boeing.
Right now, I’m in the zone
I keep my treasures in a vault locked up like Al Capone’s
but I’d give my combination to Eddie Jones.
I don’t fu*k with the Lakers cause they traded my baby.
I’d rather fly like an Eagle with the Steelers Duce Staley.
-----------------THE STARTING LINEUP Pt. 2
-------------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------------------------
…Mmmm mmmm
It’s so tasty
the thought that Derek Jeter can’t wait to taste me.
I can’t believe, the way he swings his bat
in Armani or his cleats cause he’s got it like that.
H-A-L-F-T-I-M-E
I’ve got to make a decision.
Do I let Robert Horry stick his key in my ignition
while we listen to R. Kelly sing Sex In The Kitchen?
Hell yeah… Aw baby faster
make me come hard like a beat from Trackmasters.
3rd Quarter on the road and it’s getting late
I think I need Paul Pierce to help me navigate.
I pull over, to the side of the lane
and get a lift from Mike Rucker and Sugar Shane
in a field with a hut and some sugar cane.
I go back to the city and I’m feeling like a winner.
Put on my throwback cause it’s time for dinner
and I’m getting served by Sugar Ray Leonard.
In the 4th, the game is almost over
I reach down in my jeans to find my four-leaf clover
make a wish “snap”
and just like that
I’m pinned down by The Rock
on a wrestling mat
in Brazil
on the side of a hill
we don’t have on any clothes just to keep it real.
We kiss, because he’s got it all
and I feel myself coming like a waterfall.
I’m wet!
But it’s only my sweat?
That was just my fantasy team
but sometimes…I forget.
WASET - from The POWER journal - Chronicles of a Revolutionary Black Woman - go get THAT!
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