Monthly Archives: January 2012

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The Post Red Tails Breakdown… Just Some Thoughts

After the build-up last week to see George Lucas’ Red Tails, Miss Moneypenny and I ventured out to the movies for the first time since my birthday in May. While braving the rain and developing a new-found dislike for seagulls we copped two tickets, some popcorn, a couple of Icees, and took our seats. [i] As I expressed last week I had my potential issues with what Red Tails may be so it was time to see what was what.

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“Ours”, “Theirs”, Possessive Pronouns, Hate, and “You”

Tuesday morning I had an interesting and unexpected conversation with my assistant Jolene.[i] She violated one of my job’s steadfast rules and asked me a few questions not only about politics, but also race. Honestly, I play hopscotch with the employee handbook anyway so I really didn’t care.

The exchange began when she mentioned a speech by Jesse Jackson where he mentioned the age-old battle of national versus states’ rights. In the speech she said Jackson made the point that both individual states and the Federal Government played a key role in our lives. Most importantly, she said Jackson’s point was that the Federal Government was important in bestowing and enforcing the rights of minorities when the states could not or would not.

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My Hopes and Concerns About The Film Red Tails

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There are more than a few badly kept secrets about me. The first is that I’m awfully fond of pork-skins and Anheuser Busch products. (In tandem or separate.) Another is couple of secrets is that I like watching explosions and fighting hobos on Wednesday nights. (Never in tandem.) Finally, one of the biggest, badly kept secrets about me is that I’m a massive history/WWII nerd. Continue reading

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The Things I Want

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I took a trip to Lowes on Christmas Eve to look for a battery to my dad’s drill (Which the Capitalist bastards didn’t have.) and a sharpening stone for my brother (Which the capitalist bastards did have.). My jaunt to the ye old fashioned big-box do it yourself, spend your entire roll or scrilla, store actually got me thinking about my future and the things I want. Not just in the sense of tools, well partially, but more so in the sense of having actual things that are mine (or ours) and work hard for just like responsible adults. Continue reading

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Reflection On Things

After most of the range of motion returned to my neck on Sunday I got into a decent phone conversation with my homeboy Mario. Due to the fact the both of us are two rather random dudes, our conversation covered a lot of different topics like how we thought Patrick Peterson was much better than Tyrann Mathieu, the Honey Badger, which potent potables we do and don’t partake in (No we weren’t day drinking or at least I wasn’t.), and the tenacity of a Marine recruiter who used to patrol the halls of Allendale-Fairfax high searching for future Teufel Hunden. We didn’t talk about anything heavy but after the conversation ended I was left with more than a few heavy thoughts.

Talking with your people is one of the most refreshing things a person can do. I’m pretty sure I’ve expressed this sentiment before but I should be repeated. There’s a certain clarity that comes from talking about where you’ve been with someone who has been there with you. Not always in lockstep but still around. Going through previous experiences with your people is a great way to let you know that you are on the right track in your life.

I don’t have any more thoughts but I had to say that… shouts to my people.

Vaya con Dios.