Cogito Ergo

Let's talk about this nigga: For those of you that live under a rock, this nigga shot and killed a news woman and her cameraman on live TV.  Was it fucked up?  Very. Will I find reason to defend his actions?  Fuck, no.  That being said, there are a few things that we have missed that need to be addressed. Additionally, I won't even put these lost lives on the many of you that argue against gun control.  You don't have an argument, so why fucking argue? Okay. This nigga broke three unwritten American rules: First:  He's supposed to be jolly.  Everybody knows that overweight niggas on TV gots to be jolly and/or linemen.  This nigga took his job of not shucking, jiving or pushing other fat Black men around too seriously and ended up in HR several times for not licking boots and false starting. You see, it is being widely reported that this man had issues at the station with co-workers.  He was hostile and stand-offish which may seem like a red flag to Wh

I gotta say, I'm pleasantly disappointed that I saw no Klan Rallies, Confederate flag belt buckles, toothless strippers, banjo playing rapists or Black women with enormous asses.  Okay, I'm only disappointed that I didn't see one of those things but what the fuck Georgia?  You guys were straight nice.  That's as boring as watching grass grow but still, very nice. You guys probably think I'm crazy for wanting to see some Mississippi Burning type shit but that would justify my disdain for all things southern (aside from the big booties).  Now I might have to *gulp* stop hating. I guess I learned something this week.  I learned that the next time I have a chance to go to Atlanta to make sure that I'm actually going to Httlanta and not Notlanta before I agree.  I also need to bring my own alcohol because there are no gyatdamned liquor stores in this town. Well guys, I shouldpack.  I get to see my girls tomorrow and I'm pretty happy about that.  Also, I get

I finally saw a confederate flag.  This is notable for two reasons.  First it took nearly three whole days.  That's significant because I see a confederate flag every three or four days in Kansas.  How the hell are our wanna-be-rednecks more obnoxious than the real deal?  Secondly, the flag was on a car driven by a girl in her mid twenties wearing a cracker barrel uniform.  Of all the country boys in pick-up trucks and camouflage that I've seen, how the fuck does some girl that wasn't even alive during the Reagan administration still rep this backwards shit?   Okay, other notes: In case you didn't know, country music is horrible.  It's on everywhere down here.  It's not even some Garth Brooks shit I might have heard before.  It's just random shit about trucks and getting drunk over acoustic guitar.  I actually heard one end with"...I love my gun, I love my family..." yes this motherfucker put his gun before his family, "and if anyone wa

So the work folk have deemed me management material.  Das is good, ya? Ya!  However, this means that I have to train in two locations outside of my Kansas City home; Atlanta and Phoenix. First stop, Atlanta... or so I thought until Friday.  It turns out the site isn't in Atlanta, it's an hour north in Congress, Georgia.  I had been all excited to get a taste of Hotlanta and instead I get a slice of the real Georgia.  You know, the part that nobody wants visit.  But fuck it, they ain't about to mess up my money. So today I took to the skies.  I was too busy trying to finish packing to get in a proper good-bye with my girls.  It was quick hugs and kisses and I was out.  Luckily I was also to scrambled to get sad.  That's what happens when you drink vodka instead of packing the night before.  That also means that I forgot two things that I was hoping to bring with me 1) my xbox controller and 2) My swim trunks. I figured out that both of these things were missing on