BARACK OBAMA A MAN FOR CHANGE

Last night I had the wonderful opportunity to see a 30 minute infomercial by Presidential hopeful, Barack Obama. I was so proud of him and that is rare in a campaign for the Commander in Chief of the United States of America. When all you hear on television is bad things and downing someone's character, Obama wove a story and had me from the word Go.

People if you haven't voted, please go out and vote for the candidate of your choice but, by all means vote. I have heard so many negative things and doubts about whether his infomercial was a success. Just let me go on record that I feel it was well done and hit to the core issues we face in America today. I felt tears running down my face just thinking that maybe we might get this right, this time. Just maybe we will be able to have more money than month, like in the days of President Bill Clinton.

I liked those days, days when shows like Cosby's, Living Single and Touched by an Angel gave hope to the American people. I could sit back and unwind from the job of being a single Mom of three kids. I wasn't rich or even working half the time, but my kids never went hungry or went without the main stables of life. I was still able to take my kids on vacation, always had cable television, and they we involved in all sorts of extra-curricular activities. We need to do what we can to ensure that all American's are able to have the basics like healthcare, food, a roof and especially food. We cannot let America start to look like a third world country with thousands of homeless children walking the streets in the winter without coats, because their family had a setback or lost their job.

Please join with me in celebrating the freedoms that we all enjoy living in America and always remember, "If it's broke,it needs fixing."

OBAMA/BIDEN '08

PRAYER FOR JENNIFER HUDSON AND FAMILY

Julian King





Jennifer singing the same song with the Soul Children of Chicago











Jason Hudson

Darnell Donerson

I would like to take this time to send my condolences to the Hudson family for the triple murders of their family members. This was all so senseless and I pray that these two strong black women can carry on with their lives. I don't know how to begin to tell them to move on and that will be alright, because it's not going to be alright for a very long time.

To lose your Mom, brother and that poor seven year old baby is almost too much to fathom. I can't stop thinking about Julian King, with his big fat cheeks and precious smile. He reminds me of my first grand, Jordan and I know I would lose all my cool points if something happened to him. So, let us take time out of our busy schedules and pray for this family.

Sister Souljah in stores November 4, 2008

Alrighty now, the best selling author of "The Coldest Winter Ever", Sister Souljah, is coming out with another great masterpiece on November 4, 2008. For those who know her work, know that we are in for a treat. Please support this talented sister as she brings the funk one mo gain.

Let me just give you alittle bio on the artist, author and activist according to Wikipedia.

Sister Souljah (born as Lisa Williamson in 1964, Bronx, New York) is an American hip hop-generation author, activist, recording artist, and film producer. She is best known for Bill Clinton's criticism of her remarks about race in the United States during the 1992 presidential campaign. Clinton's well-known repudiation of her comments led to what is now known in politics as a Sister Souljah moment.

Souljah was the executive director of Daddy's House Social Programs Inc., a not-for-profit corporation for urban youth, financed by Sean Combs and Bad Boy Entertainment.

Early life

Lisa Williamson recounts in her autobiography that she was born into poverty and raised on welfare. At age 10 she moved with her family to the suburbs of Englewood, New Jersey, a wealthy suburb of New Jersey with tree-lined streets,[1] which is also home to other famous Black artists such as George Benson, Eddie Murphy, and Regina Belle.[2]

Souljah disliked what she was being taught in school. She felt that she was being taught very little of her history, since the junior high school and high school left Black history, art, and culture for Black Studies Week only once a year. The Englewood school district, however, took an active role with respect to including African studies in the curriculum from the early 1970s. This district also took an active role recruiting Black educators and administrators. The junior high school that Williamson attended was renamed Janis E. Dismus School after the death of a well-respected Black educator in the district as well as the mother of one of her classmates.

Souljah took a very active and special interest in learning everything she could about African history, which she felt was left out of the education curriculum in this country purposely: "I supplemented my education in the white American school system by reading African history, which was intentionally left out of the curriculum of American students."[3] While at Dwight Morrow High School, a school that had a 55-percent Black enrollment, and a majority Black faculty and administration during the time of her studies, from 1978 to 1982, she was a legislative intern in the House of Representatives for the Republican Party.[2]

Souljah was also the recipient of several honors during her teenage years. She won the American Legion's Constitutional Oratory Contest, a scholarship to attend Cornell University's Advanced Summer Program, and a chance to study abroad in Spain at the University of Salamanca—all before the age of 18.[2]

Throughout college she traveled, visiting Britain, France, Spain, Portugal, Finland, and Russia. Her academic accomplishments were reinforced with first-hand experiences as she worked in a medical center in Mtepa Tepa, a village located in Zimbabwe, and assisted refugee children from Mozambique. She also traveled to South Africa and Zambia. She graduated from Rutgers University with degrees in American History and African Studies. She became a well-known and outspoken voice on campus and active writer for the school newspaper. One of her noted campus initiatives was spearheading a campaign to bring Jesse Jackson to Rutgers to speak against the university's controversial investments in South Africa at the time, when divestiture from apartheid-era South Africa was a heated political issue.

In 1985, during her senior year at Rutgers University, she was offered a job by Reverend Benjamin Chavis of the United Church of Christ Commission for Racial Justice. She spent the next three years developing, organizing, and financing programs such as African Survival Camp, a 6-week summer sleep-away camp in Enfield, North Carolina.[4]

She became a controversial figure during the 1990s as a frequent guest on American talk shows. Unwilling to separate her pro-Black stance from her disdain for people of European origin, Souljah shocked many viewers with her racially charged statements. She became known for the line "I'm not saying there aren't any decent white people; I've just never met one."
Sister Souljah is married and has one child.[5]

Career

Music
She appeared on several tracks as a featured guest with the hip-hop group Public Enemy, and she became a full member of the group when Professor Griff left the group after allegedly making anti-Semitic remarks. In 1992, she released her only album, 360 Degrees of Power. Both of her videos, "The Final Solution: Slavery's Back in Effect" and "The Hate that Hate Produced," were banned by MTV because of their inflammatory imagery. Her album sold only 27,000 copies, and so her label, Epic/SME Records, dropped her. It is believed that the album sold poorly due to public backlash from her comments in response to the beating of Rodney King, but it also received terrible reviews in the music press.

Sister Souljah moment

Souljah became infamous for her statements that year about the 1992 Los Angeles riots. In an interview conducted May 13, 1992, she was quoted in the Washington Post as saying:
“
If Black people kill Black people every day, why not have a week and kill white people?
”
The quotation, which was taken out of context, was later reproduced in the media, and she was widely criticized. Presidential candidate Bill Clinton publicly criticized that statement—and Jesse Jackson for allowing her to be on his Rainbow Coalition—thus the Sister Souljah moment was created.

Author

In 1995, at the age of 31, she published her autobiography, No Disrespect (Times/Crown/Random House ISBN 0-812-92483-5). In 1999, she made her debut as a novelist with The Coldest Winter Ever (Simon & Schuster ISBN 0-671-02578-3). The latter was praised by The New Yorker. A sequel of the novel, titled Midnight: A Gangster Love Story (Atria/Simon & Schuster ISBN 978-1-4165-4518-7), originally scheduled for October 14, 2008, is now to be published November 4, 2008.[6]
She also does occasional pieces for Essence Magazine and has even written for The New Yorker.

[edit] Community Activist
As a community activist, Souljah has organized a number of service programs. In 1985, during her senior year at Rutgers University, she developed and financed the African Youth Survival Camp for children of homeless families, a 6-week summer sleep-away camp in Enfield, North Carolina. She has been a motivating force behind a number of hip-hop artists' efforts to give back to the community, organizing major youth events, programs, and summer camps with artists such as Lauryn Hill, Doug E. Fresh, and Sean "Diddy" Combs.
Souljah was the executive director of Daddy's House Social Programs Inc., a not-for-profit corporation for urban youth, financed by Sean Combs and Bad Boy Entertainment. Daddy's House educates and prepares youth, aged 10–16, to be in control of their academic, cultural, and financial lives. The students progressing through the program earn support to travel throughout the world.[7]

Senator Barack Obama draws a crowd of over 100,000 at a Denver, Colorado rally on Sunday, October 26, 2008. This is absolutely amazing to watch unfold.

Freedom Riders get degrees at Tennessee State University

Freedom Riders get degrees at TSU today
Activists were expelled in 1961

By JENNIFER BROOKS • Staff Writer • September 18, 2008

They set out to make the world a better place and paid the price.

Today, Tennessee State University honors 14 former students who risked everything — their lives, their reputations and their educations — when they boarded a bus in 1961 and joined the Freedom Ride.
They challenged a culture where buses, trains and planes had separate white and "colored" seating areas. For their pains, they were beaten, threatened, arrested and finally, expelled from school.

Today's TSU students are too young to remember an America with black and white drinking fountains, or black and white seats on the bus.

For that, they can thank people like Catherine Burks Brooks, Pauline Knight, Etta Simpson Ray, Frances Wilson, Frederick Leonard, Larry Hunter, Ernest "Rip" Patton, Clarence Wright, William Harbour, William Mitchell, Mary Jane Smith, Allen Cason, Lester McKinnie and Charles Butler. Ten will receive diplomas today. Four of them will be honored posthumously.

"One must always give recognition to those who paved the way for successful modern-day African-Americans such as myself," said Greg Duckett, a member of the Tennessee Board of Regents who pushed for special recognition for the TSU Freedom Riders.

Getting the Freedom Riders that recognition wasn't easy. The Board of Regents originally balked and refused to approve the honorary doctorates, but changed their vote in the face of public pressure.
Backlash was intense
Hundreds of young people, men and women, black and white, from every corner of the country, participated in the Freedom Ride. But without the Nashville activists, the entire movement might have faltered when violent attackers torched one of the buses and sent riders to the hospital, beaten senseless.

In the face of such a brutal backlash, even the Freedom Riders' allies were ready to call off the nonviolent protest. Instead, Nashville organizers stepped forward and volunteered to join the ride in Alabama and press forward.

"Without that sort of immediate response, that willingness to get involved after everything that happened, that could have been the end of it right there," said Eric Etheridge, author of Breach of Peace: Portraits of the 1961 Mississippi Freedom Riders.

Etheridge dug up old arrest photos of the hundreds of Freedom Riders who were jailed during their attempts to desegregate the bus stations, train stations and airports along their routes. His book pairs these 47-year-old mug shots with personal accounts and pictures of the Freedom Riders today.

"They faced opposition not only from the state of Alabama, and the Klan and the mobs, but even among their allies in the civil rights movement, the Democrats, the white liberals, there was a lot of opposition to the Freedom Ride," he said. Some worried that the Freedom Riders were doing more harm than good by provoking the segregationists on their home turf. "It was a movement that was nonviolent, but very much about direct action."

For the TSU riders, the journey ended in Jackson, Miss., where they were thrown in jail and chose to remain to fight their case, rather than make bail. Eventually, they would be joined by hundreds of other Freedom Riders who flooded into Jackson's bus terminals, airports and train stations — and were all jailed in turn.
TSU, then known as Tennessee A&I, delivered the students' expulsion letters to their jail cells. Today, the university makes amends.

"If they were willing to risk life and limb to ensure the future for us," Duckett said, "then the burden is on us to take advantage of these opportunities."

Contact Jennifer Brooks at 615-259-8892 or jabrooks@tennessean.com.

WE SHALL NEVER FORGET

BABY, NOT IN YO MAMA HOUSE

OOOhhh WHEEE I am trying not to make any noise, but Eugene is nibbling on my thighs and he is almost to my Honey Spot. He know I'm loud and can't hold it in when he making me feel so good. I can't believe she let us sleep in the same bed and he gone really make her hate my ass for letting him get fresh in her house. She gave me a funny look when Eugene told her it was okay if we slept together cuz he think I'm the ONE and we PROBLY get married...What the hell does that mean? Niggas know they will come up with some shit, wont they? So, he was doing good when we went to sleep, but now its about 4 a.m. and I felt him roll over and rub his monster and I knew my ass was in STRAIGHT TROUBLE.

I am trying so hard not to make a sound but he has made it to Ms. Kitty and is putting a slow suck on my clit and he knows I LOVE THAT RIGHT THUR, YES SIR!!! He curls his tongue on the underside of my pearl tongue and I let out a moan cuz I just couldn't help myself. He thens takes the whole thing in his mouth and kinda pops it, DAYUUUMMM BABY, that's what I let slip out of my mouth. Don't do that baby, not in you Mama house... She is gone get me, and not be mad at you. Eugene then reassures me that his Mama is sleep and she sleeps real hard and wont hear us. I ask him one mo time, if he thought she might be up and of course he has flipped my ass over and telling me to back that thang up...WHEEWWW, not what am I supposed to do because he is MY MAN AND I LIKES WHAT HE WORKING WITH...You know what I'm sayin? Gene is so nassy, he breaks out with, "whose pussy is this?" My face is all in the pillow trying not to make too much noise and he didn't hear me answer him; so he gets alittle louder and asked me again. "LESIA WHO PUSSY IS THIS?" He is grinding in a circle twice and then switching that shit up and goes counter clockwise on my ass, DAYUUUM baby "IT'S YOURS BUBBIE" . He then starts smacking me on the ass hard and fucking the shit out of me and we both release our climax at the same time...That boy know he know how to love me and I aint never gone leave this mofo...

I am lying there trying to get myself together and Eugene taps me on the leg and tells me to go get him a washcloth to wash him off. WHAT? I cant go across the hall to the bathroom, his Mama is surely gone wake up then. So, I have a dilemna on my hands cuz I need to wash myself as well. I rub some titty on his arm thinking thats gone get him to help me out, and tell him to go for me cuz I dont know where my robe is in the dark room, NOT. I search around in the room and find his big shirt and slip that on and try to tiptoe to the bathroom when I get the door knob in my hand I hear his Mama's door swing wide open. DANG, she comes right out of that door and ask me DID SHE HEAR ME PHUCKING IN HER HOUSE? Now, let me stop right here, who did she think I was doing it with? I knew she would think I'm the bad guy when she know her freaky ass child. I am like a deer in the headlights, what am I supposed to say behind that. I just kinda look at her, and she says I know yo little HOT ASS did so don't even fix your lips to lie. But, then she kinda grins and says, "that mess running down yo legs gave you away". I ran in the bathroom like CUJO was after me!!!!

I DON'T THINK YOU KNOW WHO I AM PIMPIN

I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS TRICK, HE GOT ME MESSED UP FA REAL!!! I am sitting here in the car waiting on my girl Natasha to come out of the BP on Magnolia, when I see Eugene kissing some female on the neck coming out of the store. They look all happy and cheesing, so he must have been with her for a minute. He always giving some excuse why we can't go out because he working at the studio, I guess the studio got a name and its this girl right here. But, that's okay I grew up with all brothers and would get a beat down from them if I act like this knuckle head got my head all messed up. I was taught early to handle my buziness and never let a man see me sweat. Just get busy with my own life and dont worry about him.

Eugene is straight foul on this, knowing my family on this part of town. I hear my phone buzzing in my purse and it's my girl Natasha texting me that Eugene and some trick were in the store. See, that's what I'm talking about, I dont want to have to kick Tasha's ass for getting all in my shit about this boy. Why can't men at least not disrespect your geography? But, this always happens, and then his ass be blowing my damn email, phone and sidekick up...I be like, "is this an emergency, WHAT DO YOU WANT?"...And, what he don't know is I already know she is married as hell. Just stupid, does he not think her ass will cheat on him too...She tell him all her business with her husband and then he swear that makes his simple ass special. He gone treat me like an afterthought and be putting her up like she all that..NOT PIMPIN The same way she doing him and wanting you, she gone be wanting another nigga when she get you. She is a cheater DUDE, and you know you want to be HER ALL AND ALL... Well, be careful how you get people and how you start a relationship off, cuz that same stick gone be measured against YOU..

I drop Tasha off and go home so I can hook up with her later at "Club Shakes". I put on some Keyshia Cole's, "Didn't I Tell You" and run me a bubble bath. I know that hot water will help to ease some of the tension in my body from the business I got to handle with Eugene. If he think I'm going to go for this continual disrespect I know HE DON'T KNOW WHO I AM. So, I am standing here in the mirror after my bath and shaking my ass to Keyshia. I do alittle shimmy shake to the part where she says, "WHAT GOES AROUND, COMES AROUND ITS ALWAYS BEEN THAT WAY...DIDN'T I TELL YOU BOY". I keeps booty popping so when I do that shit tonight when my that fine ass Johnathan be sitting there staring at your girl, he will know my skillz are on point. What Eugene dont know is when I take a break between men, I still practice droppin it like its HOT AND gyrating my Kitty Kat to ensure that snapping pussy is STILL FIYAH...!!!! He BETTA ASK SOMEBODY BOUT ME, I'M JUST SAYIN.

Be careful what you do pimpin, that very woman you try to run over is the ONE YOU GONE BE LOOKIN FOR IN THE END....Like Aretha says, "JUST TRYIN TO PUT YOU ON GAME"!!!

Shake Yo Poak Chops

I was surfing the web, as I do everyday and I came across something that shocks the conscience in a way that you have to stop and take notice. The song is entitled, "Poak Chop", and yes I spelled that correctly. I was taken aback by the environment and surroundings in the video. I mean the old house with the people sitting on the porch smoking and drinking in front of the kids was a bit much to say the least. But, I listened to the song and kinda started liking the beat. I then watched the people dancing and couldn't believe my eyes that those kids were gyrating and shaking their butts like strippers. And, then I started to thinking, they dance to other artist, why not dance to somebody that they know. If, you put on Lil Wayne or Jay-Z, they would be dancing just as hard. I was taking to my daughter about it, and she said she was going to start doing the dance and teaching it to her co-workers. She also said, she would have been in the video if given the chance.

Well, my nosey self decided to look a little deeper into this Tamechi, whose name is listed as the owner of the video. Don't sleep on Tamechi, he designed the MC Hammer pants back in the day and has designed clothes for some of the hottest names in television. So, grandmama was right when she said, "don't judge a book by it's cover." You don't really know who you are looking at most of the time. The song is catchy and the rapping is as good as any I've heard from highly publicized artists. So, check out the video and leave comments on what you think. Now, get ready cuz it's alittle unbelievable at best.

MACKENZIE'S PRINCESS TEA PARTY

“Happy Birthday”


Today is da day you arrive

Da Day me and ya Momma cried

Today is da day you eat all da candy you want

Today is da day you age

And, if what ya like was a book

You can turn da page

Today is a day just for you

Da Day your dreams come true

Today is da day you get gifts

From new shoes a new bike to a new outfit

Today is da day you turn six

And, every party you have

You have you can enjoy every moment of it

Today is da day you smile

And everybody buy you gifts like you they child

Today is da day you act bad

Da Day me and ya Momma spent all we had

Today is da day you get spoiled

You get that toy

When I was your age I could not afford

Today you get the first piece of cake

And you don’t have to get up no mess you make

So on this day we sing “Happy Birthday”


From your Dad,


Love You