Done Deal!

After 100 years of failure by some pretty good presidents, a president has passed Health Care Reform.

It is the Law of the Land! March 23, 2010. Tell your grandchildren to read about it in their history books.

President Barak Obama. Get used to it. For the next 7 yrs. Going forward, good luck erasing him from the history books.

Available, affordable health care for all. Photo of the Day, the Decade and a Generation:

You've "risen" among your peers.

You've minded your own bidness thru-out.

In your "rising," you taste: juvenile clique and jungle hood mentality;

envy;

slander;

jealousy,

submission (theirs)

"Friendships" are lost and gained; personal and corporate support comes from unexpected but appreciated places.

So now what am I gone do?

Hey you wheeny whiners in the back seat: stop your whining or we will *not* go to McDonald's!

I'm driving, and there are many miles to go.

Had errands to run today at lunch. Drove by a KFC and decided to drop in. Cars where lined up at the drive thru so I said hell no, I'm goin' in. For those that know, it's the KFC on Penn right across from the PopEyes. The popeyes where all the psycho dysfunctional blacks work. Yeah, I said it. Sue me.

An awesomely beautiful dark chocolate young lady w/ beautiful eyes takes my order at the newly remodeled KFC. I mean, her eyes were/are spectacular. I couldn't help myself. I acknowledged her beautiful eyes.

"You should tell my boss," she said. I did. Boss Man says she gets compliments like that everyday, all day. "Very conscientious, very focused," he said. And oh, by the way... what you ordered Sir won't be ready for 4 minutes. Have one of our new ice creams. On the house.

I didn't refuse... went w/ the Reese's peanut butter cup. It was tasty.

2 minutes later a brand new lady barreled out my order at the top of her lungs like I was half a football field away. I was the only one standing there, no more than five feet. She was not the one w/ the beautiful eyes. Still, the Shouter said she'd put a coupla extra pieces in... cause I had to wait.

Now!

That's how a brutha oughta be treated in the Age of Obama. Is it so hard to treat human beings like human beings? Don't think so.

I'll be back, KFC. 'eff' popeyes.

icons

I was back home last year. Stuff was going on in Ft Smith. Important things were happening, I guess. Among other things, the city's legendary Lincoln Highschool was having its bi-annual reunion.

It so happened that both branches of my family were having their family reunions the same weekend. It was a huge weekend, and since I was disconnected from all these groups, I was exploring.

Ft Smith is home, but a rather unremarkable town. Yet, I was standing in a hotel made for San Fran. As the glass elevator rose and fell, I met a former classmate (Jatawn) who gave me love and much respect despite my idiocy toward her years earlier. I had been forgiven or she had not remembered.

Where am I? is this a dream?

I met her aunt. Classy lady.

I took a picture.

A picture I shared with the most favored people I know. Connie and Debbie. They laughed. Poked fun.

At my friend who'd showed me love. And that one's beloved aunt, were the brunt.

I didn't understand the poking fun by them I respected the most.

At that very point I reconfigured what my name meant. Jones. what does it mean, really. At that point, not too damn much. For the first time in my life, my blood, as "great" as they are, were cool with laughing at "ugly" people

never going there, and i lost major respect for some icons of mine

"boy"

There's a select few who can get away with calling me boy.

My mother (or any blood relative)

My homie(s).

My woman.

Everybody else gone have a problem.

leg

I was sitting there in the café, minding my own business. At the same table w/ a couple of workmates but not really *with* them. We were just sitting at the same table, if you know what I mean. Zippo conversation.

She came and sat at the table to my right. 2 oclock.

I'm anal, wanting to know everything I can know about here and now, so I looked around. There were plenty of other empty tables. "Why did you sit *right there*, young lady," I'm asking in my head? THERE ARE OTHER TABLES I screamed in my head. Why you tryna distract me that way?

Answer was obvious. She wanted *me* to see *her*. Arrogant thought, maybe, but hey. *shrug*

She didn't order anything. In this café she had nothing to eat. she just sat there. Seemed like she had a lot on her miind. Maybe even worried about something. Kept looking down... avoiding eye contact. Just seemed to be waiting, for what I didn't know.

I thought it strange, but she wore a pearlescent gray overcoat (do women wear overcoats?), the exact same overcoat I should have bought the first time I saw it 10 yrs ago when I saw it on sale. An overcoat she made no effort to keep from falling open to reveal the divinely almost-too-short emerald green dress w/ black paisley shapes on it.

Right in front of me she crossed her right leg over her left, revealing all sorts of wondrous leg while continuing to avoid eye-contact with everyone in the room. Out the cell phone came. She never looked up once. Until...

I sat facing this way, as I say... minding my own business. I noticed when she sat down. Couldn't help it. The motion had a.... flourish, to it. It was a little dramatic. I could have been wrong, but she wanted *my* attention.

She sat facing exactly that way, no more than 6 feet from me, giving me a perfect view of one outstanding ham. Olive skin. Black hair. That dress was fitting. That leg looking mighty fine.

I did what I had to do. What the natural order of things demanded. Could I sit there and let her be ignored? Of course not. That would NOT have been appropriate. I did the right thing. What the situation demanded. I left the table I was at, not talking to fellow drones, grabbed my plate and Styrofoam cup of coffee, and moved over to hers.

Hey, I'm todd. What's your name? She told me. Would you like a soda, something to drink? Yeah. Pepsi.

Cool. Be right back. I went up to get her a Pepsi.

Before I got back,

I woke up.

Dreams are way too funny.

jesus effing christ.
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yeah.

pissed me off too. royally. 'cause me and the woman w/ the pearlescent overcoat and the green dress and olive skin and black hair... oh yeah... were jussssst about to conversate. make a "connection."

big time. and i had to go and WAKE UP. my lord.

*shakin my head here*

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