Obamova máma Stanley Anne

 Ženu na této fotografii lze jasně identifikovat jako Obamovu matku. Je mi proti mysli je publikovat, tak alespoň v co nejméně explicitní podobě. Samotná jejich existence je dost skandální, ale skandálnější je skutečnost, že kvůli nim nevznikl žádný skandál a to v době, kdy hollywoodské hvězdy dobrovolně skandály fabrikují.

Další skandální okolnost Obamova života je známost s Frank Marshall Davisem, kterého Obama ve své autobiografii označuje jako svého mentora (dával Obamovi “školu života” v Honolulu).
První jmenovaný byl komunistickým radikálem, opilcem a feťákem, přiznal se k pedofili a dalším perverzním sklonům,  je autorem pornografického románu Sex Rebel: Black (Memoirs of a Gash Gourmet).

9: love is

Love is Vegas.

Not the party city itself but the decision to fly there impromptu, a decision made in a hasty chat conversation with one of your best girlfriends while you’re still sitting alone in the office at 8 p.m. eating noodles out of tupperware.

Love is being a grown-up with the good fortune of having a job and enough savings and independence that you can take off and go to Vegas whenever you want.

But even if you don’t have enough savings, being a grown-up still rocks because you can stay out all night if you want, eat pie for dinner and put off chores for a week. You can wear ballet shoes and dance in your room till morning with no one walking in. You can even photograph the aforementioned pie after a few bites, then spend an hour on a Tuesday night editing the photos while listening to Madonna. Come on, giiiiirls … do you beliiiieve in loooove? Cuz I got smm to say about it.

Love is being grown-up enough to understand what someone like Madonna has given your generation. She’s done the work for you, and you just sit back and enjoy the fruits of her labor. Like so many others in the past have brought you here, woven a bridge out of love so you can step on it and get across. They built the foundations, they grunted and withstood the load on their way up the ladders so that you can sit here, now, and enjoy the view.

I honor those people too, our shared ancestors, but tonight I pick Madonna. Dooooon’t go for second best, baaaby. Don’t. Express yourself. Respect yourself. I love the song. Love her. Girl power was born thanks to her. Nobody likes Britney but she’s able to do what she does best because of Madonna.

I can’t imagine what a hurricane she was wherever she went in the DOB (aka Decade of Brilliance — none other than the ’80s, of course). She changed people’s notions about women, showed the truth about the female body, put herself out there and used her own body as a vehicle to liberate the women of future generations.

She showed everyone that we’re not just Barbie dolls, content to smile and look cute, but we’re women — with yes, sweetness, yes, tenderness, but also more sensuality than you can handle, buddy, and plenty of excitement. And filled with desires too.

In truth, we’re just as fiendish as men. And that’s that.

***

My knees were pulled together tight, the bag of tupperware laid on my lap. I sat on the train at 9 p.m., and looked around absentmindedly, thinking about what to write tonight.

I was on top of the world, feeling the kind of high you get after a crazy-stressful day that has seen the end of a long project — the happiness that springs from the comforting thought that tomorrow life will be back on its track, and you’ll be able to do your regular work at the pace you love.

I noted the feeling as I felt it and relished it more. It was a simple emotion, a sheer joy of sharing a train with others, a celebration of life as it is. I thought of what a wise friend said today, about thinking of the people in your life as their essence, not as the history you have with them or the degree of influence they have on your self-esteem.

And so I thought of them, the people in my life, excluded the facts surrounding them and pictured them as they are, with the traits that make them them. I thought of the strangers on the train like that too. And suddenly I wanted to write about the whole world. I wanted to write about the silent old Chinese woman that stepped off at 49th. Or the couple in their 40s sitting across from me, his beard greying and her hair starting to look dowd — yet how beautiful they were, how engaged and connected as they leaned in toward each other and shared a laugh.

At 59th, a girl walked in wearing shorts and workout gear. Her legs weren’t sexy, but they were bare, and out there. Yet nobody cares, because this is America. It’s all free. I tried to picture myself watching her from an Afghan’s perspective. I would want her stoned. I tried to imagine I was from the ’50s. I’d call her a slut.

That’s when I knew I had to write about Madonna. She’s freed our minds! She’s  allowed us to wear shorts, and choose to make love or have sex or plenty of both and write about it unashamed. You know, you know, you know, you got to!

Love is the here and now and being grateful. Love is freedom, and freedom of expression.

Love is pie:

Why You Can't Find A Good Man

I was reading a blog that I tend to read very often by Shaun King called Shaun in the City, and he brought up a hot button topic for men and women (particularly here in Atlanta.) He was concerned about why “good” women here are not able to find a man even though they are highly educated with Masters degrees and Ph.d’s and are beautiful. He says “own their own, they are the bomb. However, without fail, they are overwhelmingly single and highly disappointed with the market for men in our city.” He says that they are falling for men who are married, heterosexual and permanently single, sorry (permanently unemployed, cheaters, dirty, bad habits, abusive, thuggish, etc.), gay (undercover gay, normal gay, flamboyantly gay) or caught up in the criminal justice system (in jail, on the way to jail, or just got out of jail.)

I personally think that the “problem” is a lot more simple than these single people know. They are “too smart” for their own good, I suppose. And as I surfed through the comments (mostly from the ladies) I noticed again some of the same problems that is leaving them currently single. I wanted to respond to every single comment but instead decided to post this blogpost.

So here is my disclaimer: You will probably be offended. Get over it. Somebody had to tell you the truth. Sometimes the truth hurts and is most times controversial. Do not try to come up with excuses as to why I am wrong. I’m probably not. In fact, I’m quite sure of it. I’m not single. I’m pretty happily married. I am where you are trying to be. So stop wearing your feelings on your sleeves. If you will listen you might be able to be helped. So here goes. This is why you can’t find a good man.

1. You are defining your success by the wrong standards: I noticed that most of the comments in Shaun’s post were saying “I’m educated, and beautiful” as if being smart and pretty guarantees you a good man. There is nothing wrong with having something going for you in the education department and chances are you didn’t have anything to do with how pretty you are. (Thank your mama for that.) So why do you keep bringing this up? Do you think that a woman who is less educated and not so pretty should get the second rate gentlemen that you are so frequently ending up with? The fact is that if you are defining yourself by these things it’s being shallow. Why aren’t you talking about the integrity that you have, the character you possess? Why haven’t you mentioned that you are kind, funny, non-judgemental? Did you say anything about being supportive, easy going? Did you let us know that even though you aren’t yourself perfect that you have identified areas of your life that are weak and that you are working on it? Your MBA or Ph.d is really nice. It is. It just won’t help you advance your relationship. Sorry.

2. Measuring Men by the Wrong Stick: While at first that seems like a double entendre, it’s not meant to be. Your problem you smart, beautiful woman you, is that you choose men by a different standard than you measure him with. It’s like comparing apples and oranges. What do I mean? Well you choose men usually based solely on those same shallow standards that you use to measure your own success. So you look for a guy with money, has at least the same level education, and is extremely good looking. And there is nothing wrong with that, except you eventually measure him by more core items such as his character. You wait way too long to start making his character mean anything to you. While men tend to look for good lookng women, they also know what type of personality, character, etc. that he is looking for. There are men who are out just to have a good time (and there are men out there doing that) but when these men get serious, they absolutely already know what type of woman he wants in most areas and he won’t take a woman home to meet his parents that don’t fit the bill. They don’t settle. Why do you?

3. Fear of being alone: My wife and I always tell young ladies that we found each other during a time that neither of us were searching for a mate. We were absorbed in bettering ourselves personally and being busy about life. She tells them to stop looking for a man. Seriously just stop dating period. Yet these women think that if they start taking time out of the meat market to work on themselves and enjoy the gift of singleness, that Mr. Right will pass them by. “My biological clock is ticking and it’s cold on Christmas!” So instead of being discriminating, ladies, you end up trying to get close to whomever shows you any sort of interest just because of fear. Don’t give me excuses on this one.

4. Looking for Love in All The Wrong Places: Everyone knows the adage, that if you continue to do what you’ve been doing, you’ll continue to get what you’ve been getting. Where have you been finding all these “winners” you’ve been dating. If it has been at the same consistent places, may be it’s time for a change. I hear you saying, “I know somebody who found her husband at the night club or on Twitter.” Good for them. We are talking about you. That hasn’t worked for you. Really, you should try finding somebody at a place where you two are involved in an activity and get to interact more than once before exchanging phone numbers. This way you get a chance to see them interact with people in action a few times. “But I met him at church!” So what! While church seems noble you still don’t get a good chance to interact with him unless you are involved in a ministry activities with him. Bottom line: you need to see this person a few times more than once in most cases.

5. Looking for Love Period: I am a believer that a man finds a wife. Sorry. I believe in the Bible where it says that when a man finds a wife he finds good.  Ladies, that does not put you in a powerless position. It makes the man do the chasing and it puts you in a position to examine and send the dirty rotten scoundrels on their way. “But what if the guys don’t come looking for me?” Well, it looks like that fear of being alone creeping back in. If they are not seeking after you… why are you chasing them? The men that you chase figure that you are desperate. He knows that he can be sorry, married, a player, or whatever and still stay in your good graces a long time because you came looking for him. When you came chasing you gave your power away.

6. Making Things Options That Shouldn’t Be Options: One of the most disturbing comments I read in Shaun’s post was a woman who said that she considered “settling for someone else’s man.” Uh, this should not have even been an option. This is like saying you are looking for a new car and come looking in my garage. That’s not an option on the table for you. I am never sure why single women want married men, even if these married men come looking for you – he’s no-good ladies! The second thing I read is that the women think that the options mentioned in the post (married, sorry, in the justice system, player, etc.) are the only options out there. This list should be your “don’t date” list, not your dating options list. Once you eliminate these guys all that’s left are those good men that you have been in search of.

7. Stop saying there are no good men!: I commented on Shaun’s post asking women to stop saying that there are no good men out there. There are good men. I am one of them. And before I married my wife, I was a single man and my wife was able to see past all the crap guys to see me and I pursued her. Ladies, if you stay convinced that there are no good men, you will continue to settle for the ones that aren’t. Keep hope alive. There are good men.  You just need to make sure that when he finds you, that you are everything that you want him to be. Because a good man is not looking for a woman that is less a good woman than he is a good man.

Now you can chew me out in the comment section below. Thanks.

Why can't I find someone that actually wants to date?

Since December 2008 I lost about 40 lbs, started coloring my hair, using better makeup, dressing nicer and certainly sexier.  I have been really nice and upbeat.  All these personal improvement even earned me a raise.

I think I’m ready emotionally to be in a relationship.  I’ve tried several websites in the past, with no success.  I did go on a few dates, all were disasters.  Granted, there were the few I actually hooked  up with, none of them were ready for anything more.  I was able to maintain myself and didn’t fall for any of them especially hard.  I really think the sex is better when there is some sort of emotional connections.  I absolutely love kissing, it just isn’t the same without it.  I adore making out on my couch, it’s really good for it-super comfortable.

I think one night this week I might take a new picture, do my hair and makeup, all that girly stuff.  I feel like this would be a very productive use of my recovery time.

This will make Cause even more pissed...

Just days after Cause ranted about PLAYBOY and how it was pissing him off this may be the straw that breaks the camel’s back as November’s covergirl is none other then CARTOON icon, MARGE SIMPSON. Cause nothing screams hot more then a cartoon naked and gracing the pages of PLAYBOY. I wonder if they will include CYBER CLUB photos for this pictorial. Remember you must be 18 years of age to purchase this magazine.

I think PLAYBOY forgot that.

Join Bower & “The Sweet Nasty” Chris Cause this Sunday October 11th @ 8pm ET/5pm PT for the Sunday LIVE edition of THE WHEELHOUSE! On tonight’s Wheelhouse we will be stripping down the Weekend with THE WEEKEND STRIPDOWN! We will recap everything that has gone on in the MLB DIVISIONAL PLAYOFFS, WEEK 5 of the NFL and all the big stories around the world of sports! Be there LIVE @ 8pm ET/5pm PT by CLICKING RIGHT HERE: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/thewheelhouse/2009/10/12/The-Wheelhouse-Episode

Im Kino: Die nackte Wahrheit

Fatih Akim hat einmal zum Besten gegeben, dass Komödien das schwierigste Genre für einen Regisseur sind. Schmerz in Dramen ist weltweit für jeden nachvollziehbar, gelungener Humor jedoch kulturell abhängig. Einen weit größeren kulturellen Kreis als die herkömmliche Komödie schließt nun aber “Die nackte Wahrheit” ein. Denn das Thema ist für fast jeden interessant: eine Frau, ein Mann, noch ein Mann und viele Verwirrspiele, den Richtigen oder die Richtige zu finden – falls es so etwas überhaupt gibt.

Abby, eine TV-Produzentin, ist zwar erfolgreich im Job, aber ihren Traummann hat sie noch nicht kennengelernt. Zwar hat sie regelmäßig Rendevous, aber alle scheitern an ihrer Must-have-Checkliste. Als sich ihr neuer Nachbar als alle Punkte erfüllender Traummann herausstellt, ist sie auf Hilfe angewiesen. Und die kommt von ihrem neuen Kollegen Mike, der die Quoten ihrer Show mit “Der nackten Wahrheit” über das Beziehungsgeflecht zwischen Mann und Frau nach oben schnellen lässt. Mit seinen anzüglichen, simplen und oberflächlichen Tipps gelingt es Abby tatsächlich, ihren Nachbarn um den Finger zu wickeln. Dumm nur, dass sich ihr Gefühlsleben allmählich um 180 Grad wendet – hin zu Mike.

Die Geschichte schon tausendmal so oder ähnlich in anderen Komödien gesehen? Vielleicht, aber noch nie mit einem solchen Lachzwang, der auch nach dem Film noch anhält. Katherine Heigl und Gerard Butler glänzen als ungleiches Pärchen, das über Umwege zueinander findet. Sie haben Spaß, der sich auf den Zuschauer ganz zwanglos überträgt. Und letztlich bleibt die Frage, ob Männer in Wahrheit nicht alle “Mikes” sind und nur Oberflächlichkeiten bei der Partnerwahl zählen. Schieben Männer Gefühle nur vor, um Frauen ins Bett zu kriegen oder sind Männer doch auf innere Werte bedacht? Sind Frauen nicht genauso oberflächlich und verbergen dies gekonnt hinter einer Gefühlsfassade?

“Die nackte Wahrheit” ist eine gelungene Gelegenheit, über diese Streitfragen der Geschlechter nachzudenken, laut zu lachen, zeitweise kaum Luft zu bekommen, zu schmunzeln und am Ende gut gelaunt den Kinosaal zu verlassen. Auch wenn die Meinungen zum Film auseinandergehen, Lacher gibt es zahllos. Deshalb eine absolute Filmempfehlung für alle, die bei Fäkalsprache nicht gleich zusammenzucken – sie kann auch intelligent eingesetzt werden.

A fucked up confession

I made a pledge when I started this blog….

1. to be completely honest

2. to record memories that pop into my head at random moments so that I dont lose them

I was about to give up on this night and go to bed for lack of anything else to do…when something popped into my head…a wish, a thought that I  had growing up…I can’t believe that I ever felt/wished this and further that I’m going to admit it…but here goes!

you know how some people growing up, wish for glasses, crutches, or braces and you just wonder why that person would want something so awful?

I always wished, growing up that I had a guy best friend….

that best friend that most boys seemed to have…that best friend that is so fucking close he is like your brother…this best friend and I were never supposed to be romantic…it was truly just a platonic best friend…he was of course fucking beautiful, popular, all the girls and guys wanted to be near him..he smelled great he was amazing at everything he touched…he was both athletic and sensitive, competitive and yet poetic, he believed in something and made it cool to everyone…I wanted this best friend to be so comfortable in his sexuality that we could lean on each other and hug…cuddle and say i love you…this best friend and I had inside jokes, memories and stories of our childhood hijinx that could fill up a series of teen novels…

this best friend and I had pics of us thru our childhood on our bedroom walls…at camp, in school, in the pool, on xmas, at birthday parties, sleep overs and camp out’s in the backyard, that typical best friend photo with your arms around each other heads pressed together with big smiles looking into the camera and you just knew we were best friends….

I wanted to be jealous and envious of my best friend for all the amazing things I saw in him, and I wanted him to be jealous of me for some aspect of my life/talent/looks where he felt inferior in comparrison….this best friend and I maybe experimented as kids sexually but never spoke of it after…not because we were ashamed or felt dirty about it..but because it was so normal to us that there was no need to talk about it and if it did ever come up…we would have no problem laughing about it and talking about it as we would the time we camped in the backyard and got sprayed by the skunk…

 people would roll their eyes at our antics…we would know each other better than we knew ourselves….he would call me out when I was being a douche bag and I would do the same for him…we could talk to each other about anything…we would play video games for hours…watch movies and tv….we would be together and hang out every second we could…our families were so intertwined that it was one family…we treated the other’s home as our own…our parents shopped for both of us at the grocery store…and we were always expected on the other families vacations…we could feel each others thoughts without speaking and knew what the other needed at that moment…we were going to be best friends forever

we would be each others best man at our weddings we would go to college together and be dorm mates…we would jack off together, watch porn together, share cloths, food and cologne cuz we were so intertwined his things were just as much mine as they were his and we both had the same things so who knew what belonged to who…after college we would get an apartment together until we fell in love with someone and moved out…which of course would perfectly match each other in timing so neither of us was left behind…

I never had this…I have always had best friends for short periods of time but would move on, grow apart, fight or whatever…and most of the time these were girls (such is the plight of the gay boy and usually they were chubby bitchy girls)

and even tho my best friend Brandon and I (who have been best friends now for a good 7 years or so, and match this description pretty damn closely) even tho we have pretty much all the things on that list…its diff…we didn’t grow up together…we were never sharing lunches on the playground…we dont have a childhood of pictures…and clearly it will never happen as the past is over and this fantasy includes this best friend growing up with me

now you may be wondering what is so bad about this confession?!

Well I have not made the confession yet…I think anyone who never had this kind of friendship has wanted it…

but my confession is that I always wanted this friendship and I wanted it to end dramatically somehow….either he moved away, or family went into witness protection, or he died…I had read a story in Jr high on www.nifty.org and this kid had this kind of friendship exactly…and the best friend was killed by an abusive step dad’s beating…and I remember being so jealous of this kid in the story…that he got to have that and then lose it and be sad and miss and long for his best friend….I remember feeling such an intense jealousy for his “special situation” in this story (his best friend then came back to him as a ghost to help him solve the death by finding proof to get his step dad sent to prison…and then…ok the story got a bit weird but you get the idea)

after that I found myself always loving these kinds of stories and I found so many of them, movies and books, internet stories and poetry, songs and tv shows….I was always drawn to this set of circumstances

now clearly going thru life loosing people I care about a few times thru my days and feeling that pain…I fully realize what a fucked up thing this is to wish you had…..I would never ever wish for this now….this was my “wanting glasses or crutches”

so there ya have it a fucked up piece of my childhood brain….I would love a therapist to psycho-analize that twisted little wish…

anyone wanna take a stab at what it means when a 6th/7th grader wishes for a best friend to die so he can be special in his sadness?

I guess it’s good that I never had that wish come true..cuz well..he’d be dead…and that wouldn’t be very cool at all…and like I said…Brandon and I have quite a kick ass friendship that covers pretty much most of this list…he is my wing man, my confidant, my brother I love him and hate him, it is completly platonic and I wouldn’t have it any other way….ONWARD HO!!!!!