Monthly Archives: January 2010
The Pied Piper of R & Pee Writes A Book
Would you read a book authored by

this guy?
If you hadn’t heard by now, R. Kelly wants to write a book. For other people to read. And consequently learn something from?
The Pied Piper of R and Pee is getting help understanding how a book actually works co- authoring his memoirs along with David Ritz because he ‘s guilty about something and wants to reveal it? he can draw the pictures and then David could magically translate them into weird little symbols that appear when pens are legibly applied to paper.
But how can this be? There was a time where Kellz proclaimed his utter disdain for the English language, let alone being able to visualize some of it with ink & paper. It’s all coming back to me now…
This begs the question:
What could the title of these memoirs be? Possible best-seller ideas are below:
I Like to Pee, by R. Kelly co- authored by David Ritz
Are You Sure You’re 18? By R. Kelly, co- authored by David Ritz
I’m Way Too Old to Be A Guest At Chuck-E-Cheese Without Having Kids of My Own, By R. Kelly, co-authored by David Ritz
Trapped In The Closet Part 463, But This Time I Wrote It Down Only, By R. Kelly, co authored by David Ritz
Once Upon A Teenage Ass, By R. Kelly, co authored by David Ritz
How To Commit Crime, Be Guilty, Sing About It with B2K & Still Be Free, By R. Kelly, co-authored by David Ritz
Thoia Thoing By R. Kelly, co- authored by David Ritz
Don’t Look Up To Me, I Am Not A Role Model, By R. Kelly, co authored by David Ritz
I Was Entirely Too Old To Have Braids with Coolio, Why Didn’t My Friends Tell Me This Was A Bad Idea, By R. Kelly, co- authored by David Ritz
Its comical alone that David Ritz guy is attaching his name to this–he has written biographies & co-authored the autobiographies of some of music’s biggest legends.



No matter what the title actually is, that’s exactly what it’s going to look like.
However, inside the pages, R. Kelly says he will go through many personal details, including that infamous trial.
By far the funniest aspect of this whole thing is that this seemingly shining beacon of Journalism, Tavis Smiley, will be publishing it through his own imprint, SmileyBooks in 2011.
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Something to think about?

Perhaps you too can come up with some title ideas?

Love,
*Ms. Officer
2010 Census Still Uses Negro

I think this is hilarious.
In yet another ironic series of postings (pair this one with the entry directly before it, I’ve managed to seem contradictory.)
But I’m not. I’m a progressive thinker.

It’s that time again, the beginning of a new year & a new decade always signals these folks to come out.
As reported by The New York Daily News, the 2010 census wants to know if there are still
Niggers
Niggaz
Moolies
Coloreds

Blacks who still live in the U.S.A.
As if this were not problematic enough, run your eyeballs over this excerpt from the paper:
As Reported by The New York Daily News ,
The census form for 2010 features a word more often heard in 1966: Negro.
For many New York blacks, the word conjures visions of Jim Crow and segregation – even if the Census Bureau says it’s included to ensure an accurate count of the nation’s minority residents.
“For New York Blacks, this particular word brings back memories of picking cotton and a time they weren’t allowed to do stuff like everyone else.”
I don’t see a difference between the two sentences.
Personally, the word Negro does not literally conjure visions of Jim Crow when I hear it. Due in part to the fact that I’m not nearly old enough to remember when the laws were still legally in practice.
What it does remind me of is the foolishness I encountered during one class I had @ Northeastern University, ironically called Ethics, Values & Criminal Justice (one of those 100 level classes I had like, Freshman year) where I encountered one of the stupidest people I’d ever met in my life.
We had a group activity where we had to assemble and talk about cases where Blacks were treated unfairly in the justice system. The first words out of this dumbasses mouth were “Well, I think…” after much hesitation and stuttering she blurted out
“…Coloreds…” and that’s all I heard.
All heads tilted toward me as the raisin in the milk, I respond:
“You can say Black, even African American. No one’s gonna lynch you.”
Yet there is a bigger issue here that in this introductory paragraph The New York Daily News seems to miss.
The 2010 census shouldn’t have the f*ckin word in it period.
Do I still use it? “When appropriate”. Like a “Use Sparingly” area on a food pyramid. But mammy images don’t come to mind when I do.
In the previous entry I used it as an adjective, to describe unquestionably retarded behavior that does nothing else but set Black folks back as a whole.
But I somewhat digress. Let me get back to this article, I am not done shredding it yet.
It goes on to say:
Question No. 9 on this year’s census form asks about race, with one of the answers listed as “Black, African-Am. or Negro.”
Census Bureau spokesman Jack Martin said the use of “Negro” was intended as a term of inclusion.
“Many older African-Americans identified themselves that way, and many still do,” he said. “Those who identify themselves as Negroes need to be included.”
Remind me, exactly, what it is that the word Negro catches that Black or African-American leaves out?
Perhaps we, as Black people can answer some of the questions as to why congress needs the word “Negro” as an all-encompassing theme on these documents:
1. Obviously “Negro” is a fusion of the words “Cherokee” and “Black”.
2. Because the “politically correct” African- American is not enough of a reminder that Black folks “indigenous” (I use that word lightly here) to this country are just kinda African.
3. Just in case you weren’t sure about where you really came from & absolutely wanted to trace your roots back to “Roots”.

More than 50 years removed from the repeal of Jim Crow laws, into an era where it was thought we’d look like The Jetsons, humans have yet again proved just how blissfully ignorant they really are. Until we knock it off with this crap,

this will remain a distant memory (or dream).
Ah,
Love,
*Ms. Officer
A N*gga Moment
We’re not even a week into the New Year & they’re already giving me reason to use this word.
Gilbert Arenas & this negro named Javaris Crittendon
(Problem #1 his name is Javavris)
got into some sort of argument over some gambling debts.

Apparently the two got so wrapped up in a card game on Dec. 19th that Arenas ended up losing over $60,000 to fellow Wizards teammate JaVale McGee (Problem #2, his name) on their way back from Phoenix.
Now I don’t like to talk about old sh*t in the New Year, but the rift between Gilbert Arenas & Javaris Crittenton and Gilbert Arenas started when Jaravis decided to front the money on the spot for Gilbert.

Fast forward 2 days to the Wizards’ locker room where Arenas laid out some guns on a chair for Crittenton telling him to pick one. That was allegedly in response to the fact that Crittenton told Arenas he was gonna shoot him in his leg a few days earlier.
On Friday the two c*cks stood in the Washington locker room drawing guns on each other.
This sounds an awful lot like…
A N*gga Moment.
WTF are these two mulitimillionaires doing pulling out guns over a few thousand dollars??
I expect this type of behavior out of Ron Artest, who has the tendency to carry on like he is a 15 year old chicken head,


but not from a negro named “Gilbert”.
Anywho, he has apologized today, but still faces a sucky punishment from the NBA because a Grand Jury is now looking into the case.
A quote from his apology:
“Joke or not, I now recognize that what I did was a mistake and was wrong. I should not have brought the guns to DC in the first place, and I now realize that there’s no such thing as joking around when it comes to guns — even if unloaded.”

When’s the last time anyone even thought about the Washington Wizards?
Love.
*Ms. Officer
Joizee Shore
Feels like I’m going through withdrawl from a show I should deplore because society tells me so, based on, well, I dunno. I actually cringe for respectable Italians who now have to scramble to defend themselves at the hand of this deplorable telecast. But in the 2nd week since it’s last new episode, I am strung out.

For more Jersey Shore.

If there was ever a moment to be prouder you’re not from New Jersey (or, the armpit of America), it’s now.
If there was ever a moment to be glad you’re not a Guido. Or, rather, Guidette (I repeat- Guido, NOT TO BE MISTAKEN FOR ITALIAN), it’s now.
If there was ever a moment you needed to indulge in a guilty pleasure, it’s now.
Already, I can compose a highlight reel:
Why not?
I’m even gonna go out on a limb here & say that Pauly D is kinda cute. It’s not even his hair obsession that bothers me half as much as his eyebrows.

& Then…
Gee Whiz. I DO NOT CONDONE any type of behavior like that gym teacher who punched Snookie out, at all. But what I will say is that I’m glad all the other guys from the house had her back & just jumped on him without question.
& Did anyone notice how MTV said they weren’t gonna air the punch from the episode, but made sure they aired it as much as they could in upcoming previews & commercials so it could be eternalized on the internets?
Ok, I thought I was the only one.

Well, apparently there was a new episode this week (New Years Day) & I wasn’t perched in front of the TV to watch. Somehow I didn’t catch MTV’s 47th encore showing this week, so I gotta wait ’til round 48. I guess I got nothin’ but the fist pump and my own juiced muscles in the meantime.
::Sigh:: Make that week 3 of Joizee Shore withdrawl.

Love,
*Ms. Officer
Happy New Decade!

and Happy New Year, of course!
It’s 2010! I certainly breathed a sigh of relief at midnight because I feel like a weight has been lifted off of me. 2009 was a year unlike any other, & I hope it remains in that class all by itself. Glad that it is over, I have finally made peace with the year that was 2009.

I am fully ready, willing and even eager to move on into 2010 and all that it promises. I pray that it is all positivity & wonderment– leading to my dreams finally coming true. For that, I will have to relax & not be the Paranoid Peggy that I usually am and just let things take their course. I’d done enough meddling anyway. The realization that anything in the world I can envision I can have, fuels my desire & drive. I’m not scared to do this anymore.
Happiness & Success are up ahead & not yonder!
Love,
*Ms


