Category Archives: News You Can Use
This One’s For ‘Pac
And you know why.
Here’s an (HD) replay of ESPN’s documentary 30 for 30. It explores the kinship of Mike Tyson & Tupac Shakur from angles never seen before.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
An amazing job.
And of course, here’s to 2Pac with my favorite version of “California Love”, Feat. Dr. Dre & Roger Troutman, the original autotune.
Love,
*Ms. Officer
Lil’ Wayne Sends SI ANOTHER Open Letter
Last week, Lil’ Wayne penned an open letter to Sports Illustrated on his picks for the U.S. Open.
This clearly perturbs… everyone. Say no more, I’ve managed to get my hands on a draft copy of what Weezy really meant to say:
N****az watch tennis too.
Obviously, I wrote this entire thing on a ruler, since the Valium does not allow me to pay attention to what I’m doing for very long. I don’t know why they’d let something like a ruler in a prison. Thank God I’m alone. Anyway, I wanted to let SI know that I’m a big fan of all the famous tennis players, even the ones who aren’t even really playing anymore. Any bog name you’ve got, I’m a fan of. Especially Nadal! I had the smartest member of Young Money, Drake, Google all his stats, and then read them to me over the phone. Happy to report, I did not get phone checked. It was at his suggestion that I use the phrase “pulled out”.
With that said, I <3 Nadal.
Oops, I went this whole letter without mentioning the William’s sisters. Whoop, there it is.
P.S.: I could not spell check this letter. Let a n*gga slide.
P.P.S.: Enclosed is a self portrait taken a while back. Please feel free to republish.
Truthfully Yours,
Lil’ Weezy, aka Weezy F. Baby
Love,
*Ms. Officer
4002 Reasons Why You Should Hate IKEA
Last weekend I thought I was going away. When that didn’t work out, going to IKEA somehow surpassed maintaining my sanity. Instead of doing what any New Yorker should have done with her beautiful weekend afternoon– relax– I ventured to a place where no one would otherwise go Red Hook, Brooklyn to satiate my desire for sh*t I needed affordable home goods.
I should have been better mentally prepared.
Before Summer 2008, the sole IKEA store in the Tri-State area was located In The Middle Of Nowhere, New Jersey. This made it especially inconvenient for NY residents to schlep across the Hudson and partake in the Swedish delicacy. I’d visited that location only once, it turned into a family trip.
13 years later I found myself in the middle of what many anyone with 6 brain cells would call Hell.
-Waiting for the shuttle bus at Borough Hall was obnoxious enough. Let alone the old Negro yelling into the crowd of 5 he’ll “go home with you and assemble the stuff you buy same day”. It wasn’t the audacity to have business cards for this “service”, it was the fact that people took them.
-Don’t sit next to me on the shuttle bus. Especially if you’re fat. There’s just not enough space.
-It’s not Toys “R” (sorry, no backwards R on the keyboard) Us. No reason to have your kids crawling around the store. Especially when they have a containment chamber supervised childcare area on the premises.
-That yellow bag prompts you to pick up way more sh*t than you intended. Learned that the hard way.
-WTF does any of this say.
-Not even 5 minutes into entering the store, one dude picked another man up, right behind me. F*ck me.
-None of the store goes in order. Why the f*ck did I go from the bedroom to the kitchen?
-You need to be drunk in order to tolerate this
-Does anyone work here??
-Don’t ever direct me to the “shortcut”
-Why isn’t the sh*t in English? For 10 minutes I stared blankly at a timer located directly in between the “Bathroom” and “Kitchen” sections. Was it a clock? Was it a meat thermometer?
-More than 3 consonants consecutively placed together to create one word should set off a warning signal to all Americans.
-Why isn’t there a bar here?
-Wheeling 16 parts of one mirror around just doesn’t make sense.
-If you manage to navigate passed all the morons who actually like this place, you’ll (finally) proceed to checkout.
-They overcharged. I got even.
-I couldn’t get away fast enough. Problem is, IKEA didn’t want me to get away either. Apparently there are 2 separate sets of shuttle buses:
1.) Goes to Borough Hall (my stop)
2.) Goes to Smith-9th Streets (wtf)
They park in the exact same f*ckin spot. Guess which one I got on.
15 minutes later, I found myself at the useless Smith-9th Street, wearing my enlarged blue bag & a frown. As I shuffled up the block I noticed a city bus. I asked the driver one simple question:
“Do you go to Borough Hall?”
His reply: “Yes”
I got on.
15 minutes later, I was still on this f*ckin bus.
20 minutes later, I was still on this f*ckin bus.
22 minutes later, I was back in front of IKEA.
“Why didn’t you tell me this was going back to IKEA?”
“Oh, You didn’t want to go to IKEA?”
“No!” I ended that interaction with my trademark blank stare.
And almost hit him with the blue bag getting off.
Finally the escapade ended.
When I got home I had to assemble the lamps I bought. I’d rather pay the extra $1.67 if this means they’ll send it to be “made in Taiwan” first.
I also got a few of these:
“Malma” mirrors. Looks simple enough to hang, right?
Dead wrong. All it came with were two weird ass screws and some f*ckin string. I ain’t hardly MacGuyver MacGruber. Wtf do these 4 things have to do with each other?
Needless to say, I’d had enough at that point. I threw them in the corner & decided to buy some American sh*t to hang those “Malmas” up with.
Beware. Ikea is a circle of hell. Worst part is, I have to go back for more Malma mirrors.
Love,
*Ms. Officer
Why Wyclef Shouldn’t Be President Of Haiti
Haiti is the poorest nation in the Western Hemisphere. Ravaged by a multitudinous earthquake in the 1st month of this year, the country is at its lowest point in recent memory.
The Caribbean Isle is staring at Presidential elections this November. The 28th, to be exact.
and this guy wants the job.
Wyclef Jean, celebrated artist/Haitian/producer announced his bid for president last week.
Getting a little carried away with this whole “Black President” thing, ain’t we?
Problem is, he does sh*t like this.
What’s not on trial here, is Clef’s desire to aid Haiti and make sure the new regime is one of reconstruction and progress.
What is an issue is Jean using his celebrity to run for office. Just because you are a recognizable name doesn’t mean you’ll be good for the job.
In an interview on CBS’ The Early Show, Jean said the following of his declaration (via CBSNews.com):
CBS News correspondent and “Morning News” anchor Betty Nguyen sat down with Jean just before he announced his candidacy and asked him, “We know you as a Grammy winner, we know you as a hip hop star. What are your qualifications for president?”
“I have no qualifications for president; I have qualifications for a leader,” he replied. “The reason why I even entertain this idea is education, job creation, agriculture, bringing security into the country” . . . a country infamous for its repressive government.
“Haiti has a long history of corruption, cronyism,” Nguyen said. “How are you going to handle that?”
“If I’m not corrupted, then there’s a chance of me putting the right team around me that is not corrupted, where we can start to do business the right way,” Jean said.
One of his first orders of business was to resign from his charity, Yele Haiti. The organization drew criticism following the January earthquake for alleged mismanagement of funds.
“When people look at that and see maybe a possibility of corruption, what is your argument?” Nguyen asked.
“You could say, ‘Well, the governance of Yele Haiti was not right. So, how do I know you could govern a country if you couldn’t govern a charity?’ And what I will say to you is, I made a mistake. And what did I do? I fixed the mistake and I moved on.”
Some points to think about:
-Where is Wyclef’s political experience, in or out of Haiti?
-How old is this [Insert 5-letter noun here]? Is he 37 or 40?Did he exist in 1970 or not.
-Jean is running against his uncle, Haitian Usher Raymond Raymond Joseph, who, at least on paper appears way more qualified– just by being the U.S. Ambassador to Haiti since 2005.
-Another popular Haitian, also widely recognized in Flatbush, Brooklyn named “Sweet Mickey” or Michel Martelly as the government likes to call him, is also running for the position.
-Jean announced his bid for presidency to promote his upcoming single, the “If I Were President” remix.
-Has Wyclef actually said what he’s going to do for the country?
-He doesn’t have a U.S. Passport?
-His own former Fugee-mate Pras sounds more qualified.
-Lauryn Hill hasn’t said a peep?
-Wyclef”s got a house in Haiti, but hasn’t lived there since he was 9. That’s going to be enough to bend the residency requirement rules.
-Who doesn’t arrive in Haiti on a private jet?
The Presidency of Haiti isn’t one of those jobs where you can get away with “kinda” knowing what you are doing, like bartending or hosting a Fox News program. This is like operating heavy machinery.
Whatever that means.
If none of what I said seemed to make sense, at the very least take into account Wyclef was exactly one half of the worst song ever made:
Love,
*Ms. Officer
Sitting Can Kill You
New on the list of “sh*t you do everyday that can kill you”: Sitting.
…Which is what you’re doing right now.
According to a study published in the American Journal of Epidemiology (Whatever that is), sitting for upwards of 6 hours a day can shorten your lifespan.
The findings were based on a longitudinal study of over 120,000 people, and excluded other more blatant causes of death, like being a ginger kid fat
& inactive. The span covered was from 1993-2006.
Here’s a tiny breakdown of what they found (Courtesy USA Today):
- After adjusting for a number of risk factors, including Body Mass Index (BMI) and smoking, women who spent six hours a day sitting had a 37% increased risk of dying versus those who spent less than three hours a day on their bottoms. For men the increased risk was 17%.
-On the other hand, people who sat a lot and did not exercise or stay active had an even higher mortality risk: 94% for women and 48% for men.
I guess about 87% of all Americans are sh*t out of luck.
Or this is just some nasty ploy to get us to exercise.
As “chair death” fast approaches, we can just add this onto the list of everyday things we enjoy that can kill us:
-Breathing
-Eggs
-Sunlight
-Asbestos
-Crack
My advice is to do everything in excess.
So pick up that chicken wing, that 40 oz. & those deep fried Oreos, and call it a party.
Love,
*Ms. Officer
What Mel Gibson Needs:
He’s Racist.
He’s Anti-Semitic.
He’s Sexist.
He’s Mel Gibson.
And he’s in the middle of a nasty custody battle with his babymamma, Oksana Grigorieva, over their 8 month old daughter, Lucia. In case you’ve been too busy snorting coke, last week we heard he was rumored to have lit into her with a string of obscenities, fit for a cronie of Glenn Beck.
Here’s the newest tape, released today:
Here’s the tape released over the weekend:
Obviously this man savage has a couple of issues. What do you think this wildebeest needs in order to mellow out & join hands with the love train?
(Could somebody put some lotion on this n****’s knuckles?)
1. Hang Out With Dipset
No trip to Harlem is complete without eating at Sylvia’s, visiting The Apollo Theater, attending the Schomburg, and of course, hangin’ with the Dips.
See? Even Cam & Jimmy can hold hands so Juelz can jump rope.
Perhaps listening to a Hell Rell album could help Gibson’s understanding of the Black experience? Perhaps cutting an album would help channel some of that frustration lunacy?
2. Get A Lap Dance
Nothing says “I respect women” more than patronizing all the lovely services they have to offer. Gibson should pick his favorite (equal opportunity) topless bar and enjoy the ride.
Besides, you have to support anyone who “uses what they got to get what they want”.
3. Penny Pinch
Perhaps one of the Jewiest qualities around, Gibson better not squander his close-to-billion dollar fortune. He’s going to need every cent for the libel to defend him from the backlash these comments (and other) allegations will cause. The Blacks The Jews went after him before, and will see to it that Gibson (literally) pays.
Ari Emmanuel didn’t like this use of the n-word very much, and finally dropped Mel from the William Morris Agency. Didn’t Emmanuel refuse Wesley Snipes a script because he said “Blacks don’t swim”? They don’t though, right?
4. Get Racially Profiled
Nothing says “we think [Insert 5-letter adjective here] don’t have nice things” “Negro” more than a routine traffic stop of a Black man in a nice semi-decent barely functioning car.
5. Enroll in Scared Straight Program
Well, I think that says all that needs to be said.
Being Mel Gibson is hard. As a blue-eyed white male, no one truly understands his struggle. The pressures of being an A list Hollywood actor, minimal financial woes (and by minimal I mean not having change for $10,000) how could we not see the world from his perspective? Shame on…everyone else who realized 1865 happened, the Civil Rights Movement occurred, and it’s f*ckin retarded to be racist, sexist and bigoted.
One thing is for sure.
Nobody was googling Mel Gibson like they were Taylor Lautner before this…
Love,
*Ms. Officer
Hotel Rooms– Always a Bad Idea
1st, they said Al Gore raped groped someone in a hotel room.
Then they said Al Gore didn’t bother anybody in a hotel room.
Now they say A l Gore did harass someone in a hotel room.
Well, which one is it??
The city of Portland is reopening a case stemming from 2006 where the former Vice President allegedly groped a woman, in a hotel room. Portland police previously closed the case because they claimed there was no evidence.
What the authorities are not saying is why they’ve reopened it.
You mean to tell me
Was a farce? Perhaps this was even a cover up so he wouldn’t get caught rubbing up on some girls skanks females in the middle of nowhere Oregon?
Shocking.
Or is it?
Like Big Brother cookies tracking your every move on the internet, we can learn from our history.
Enter the ghost of hotel rooms past.
Al Gore should have learned from his predecessors not to do sneaky sh*t in places you have to pay to sleep in.
-Marion Barry
In 1990, the former Mayor of D.C. got arrested caught up for doing crack in a hotel room with his then girlfriend coke whore Hazel “Rasheeda” Moore.
Step 1: Never trust a heifer who has a respectable 1st name, but chooses to go by a less attractive hoodrat pseudonym.
Step 2: From what The Wire told us, D.C. was hell f*cked all-the-way up. Damn. Did Barry have to go down like that, though?
Damage? A 6-month prison stint in October, ’91. And then reelected as mayor in ’95. And the butt (crack) of many jokes for years to come.
- OJ Simpson
Didn’t he assault 2 dudes with a deadly weapon in a hotel room a couple of years back? On tape?
If you don’t remember, click here
Damage? 15 years. That [insert 5-letter adjective here] is definitely 62 years old.
-Eliot Spitzer
The former Governor of New York was a staunch advocate of cleaning up the city’s tax free income hookers. All except for those provided by the Emperor’s Club VIP. First known as only “Kristen”, Ashley Dupre would become the whore Spitz would run away with– to the Mayflower Hotel in Washington.
The same hotel that showed up in the affidavit– they’d wire tapped the phone conversation between himself and the brothel, where he specifically requested Dupre.
Eliot would trick $80,000 of the broke city’s money on this floozy.
Damage? He had to give up his role of Governor to this guy
and gets a new CNN show in the fall.
- Lawrence Taylor
In perhaps the most recent hotel room no-no, Hall of Famer/Ex-Giant Lawrence Taylor, or LT. Dude got caught up in May. At a Holiday Inn. With a 16-year-old girl.
a-la
More on this hairy ass situation here.
Damage? Charged with:
3rd degree statutory rape– Sex with someone under 17, while being waaaay over 21.
3rd degree patronization– A fancy way of saying he paid for an underage hooker.
Taylor has been indicted & faces up to 5 years in the slammer and becoming the newest member of the sex offender registry if convicted.
I recommend Gore & friends take this song off of their “Going Out Mix” immediately.
Al can learn a lot from these cats, and he might still be able to scrape by the law, depending on what’s found.
I’m not jumping to any conclusions though. In his defense, she was a massage therapist.
Love,
*Ms. Officer
You Like Guns?
If you intend on keeping a militia in your home, you’re in luck.
If you intend on getting caught up like T.I., you’re in luck.
If you just like guns and want to own some just because you can, you’re in luck.
The Supreme Court ruled in a 5-4 decision that if they didn’t like the laws as they were, gun owners could challenge city and state regulations, claiming the laws violate their Second Amendment rights.
Basically the verdict says that states (like the Federal Government) has to allow citizens to Bear Arms.
How was that not clear?
The case come from a near 30-year-old Chicago ban on handguns, period. That is until 4 people (obviously the minimum # of people who qualify to be considered “some” or a “group”) decided they needed the weapons for protection.
The problem with this, is…well…they exist:
and they’re already cooking up lawsuits. The claim? Existing legislation in several states in order to keep guns out of, like,
everywhere, is still too stifling.
Enter Chris Cox, chief lobbyist of the NRA.
He wouldn’t dish on exactly which states were going to feel backlash from the NRA, but he did say, quote (via Politico)
“Every law-abiding American has a right to a gun regardless of where they live.” Cox also threw in that the NRA is going to work on loosening more state & federal gun laws.
Nice.
In case there isn’t already enough to worry about.
Perhaps we can take solace in knowing that felons still won’t be allowed guns, right?
Love,
*Ms. Officer
Michael Jackson- One Year Later
Who can forget this?
The helicopter wheeling the lifeless body of the world’s greatest entertainer into an ambulance, to be taken to the coroner.
June 25th, 2009– One of those unifying events where you remember what you were doing at the exact moment you learned of Michael’s passing.
Me? I learned through a phone call from my boss at the time. She was in Los Angeles when she informed me of a (then) rumor Michael died. I exclaimed “WHAT?!” & immediately flipped to CNN– as we all do to solidify things we hear seemingly too outlandish to believe. Sadly, CNN turned out to be a confirmation rather than a contradiction.
Days later I would find myself at the Apollo Theater in Harlem, NY to join in a tribute to the musical legend.
It was more like a celebration of his life, rather than anything somber. It kept me from continuing to weep like a baby at this man’s passing Little did I know just how much of an impact his music had on me. Think about it. As an “80′s baby” (pardon the trite expression) I didn’t know a Michael Jackson-less world.
So I wrote this tribute.
It’s now June 25th. 2010. A lot can change in 1 year– people, relationships, job/career situations, a BP oil spill, and music.
What do these 3 toolboxes have in common?
None of them were that big time last year.
Much of what’s been released in recent years have sucked, so I keep finding myself coming on back home:
One can go on and on here with Youtube posts, but anyone with brancells between their two eyes understands Michael Jackson has a legendary catalog of work.
(Never Before Seen Picture of MJ, A print of that will be one of 12 up for auction this fall)
Rock on, dude.
Love,
*Ms. Officer
Top 5 Pervs You Wouldn’t Want To Get Into In An Elevator With
No matter if you’re a guy or a girl.
Yesterday, Pro Football Hall Of Famer & Ex Giant Lawrence Taylor earned himself a new set of stats:
-Arrested.
- Charged with 3rd degree rape & of a 16 year old girl (the charge also carries patronizing a prostitute as an offense).
-A pimp (allegedly) put the two in contact.
-There is a refusal by Taylor’s camp to admit whether or not he knew how old this girl was.
-Admitted to paying for the sex. $300, to be exact.
-Was at a Holiday Inn in Ramapo, NY where the attack took place.
- Is 51 & actually lives in Pembroke Pines, FL with his wife & kids.
-He has a bald-headed attorney named Arthur Aidala who is entirely too animated.
-Says he was in that area of NY on business.
[Insert 5-letter adjective here] what kind of business you got in Ramapo. NY??
Who ever even heard of Ramapo, NY before today?
In the wake of this whole Lawrence Taylor -hall-of-famer-turned-weird-hazy-night-in-hotel-with-16-year-old-mess, I decided he shouldn’t be alone in this category.
There are many more pervs that no one wants to be bothered with at this…or any point. Without further ado:
Presenting
The Top 5 Pervs We Wouldn’t Want To Get Into An Elevator With:
5. 
Lawrence Taylor. Damn [Insert 5-letter adjective here]. Another decorated sports Black man bites the dust. What is is about money & fame that makes one twist their morals inside out, and completely loose their perception of what’s right & wrong? allowed?
4. Pee Wee Herman
A whole bunch of sh*t that doesn’t go together is the montage for his show? That’s supposed to symbolize whats going on in his head?? If this isn’t an indicator of a creepster, I don’t know what is.
Oh yeah
Did Pee Wee not have that lil’ snafu in a movie theatre in the 1991? And in 2002? Besides, he chose a pseudonym that are both references for urine.
3. This guy:
http://msofficer.com/2010/03/14/underaged-girls-vol-2-0/
2. 
George Rekers. The anti-gay (Christian) activist that rents barely legal boys from…where else? Rentboy.com
(I swear can’t make this sh*t up)
Rekers was seen with the 20-year-old gay escort, Lucien, leaving Miami International Airport 2 weeks ago. When prompted about what the two could possibly have to do with each other, Rekers simply replied that he “was trying to spread a message of love to Lucien”.
Yes. A message of horizontal love.
1. R. Kelly
The mere virtue of the fact that he calls himself “the Pied Piper of R&B” (or R&Pee as I affectionately like to call him) should set off an alarm.
The Pied Piper was a children’s tale of a man who played the flute throughout the town…to attract children. The Pied Piper of Hamlin eventually led the crowd of kids to their death.
All looks the same to me.
Well…
Think of it this way. Chingy had to come back at some point.
Love,
*Ms. Officer
Clinton On Welfare
As it turns out, Bill Clinton has a brother, Roger.
This brother, Roger, has a daughter, Macy.
And she’s on food stamps.
Macy says that since a DNA test (you know, the kind they use here):
she took at 6 years old proved Roger was, indeed, her paternal father. She’s only met him a couple of times. He’s also never handed her a dime.
Apparently he promised her a trust fund, using his brother’s money using his old druggie money when Macy turned 18. That hasn’t happened. As a result, Macy feeds herself on a government issued benefits card so she can get free food at her local grocery store.
The mother, Martha Spivey, says she wants to go after the Clinton deadbeat– for upwards of $30,000 in back child support.
Here we have 2 Clinton brothers on our hands.
The good egg, Bill. Former President of the United States. Not once, but twice:
….aaaand this guy:
Haven’t we seen “The Other Sibling Disorder” before?
So Macy should’t feel too alone in this.
However, she is a cosmetology student with (and I quote–Via Huffington Post): “An unspecified part time job.”
What the hell kind of “unspecified part-time job” could a Clinton have?
There’s only 1 of 2 options:
Working for
or working for
Either way, I’m pretty sure talking about this on Inside Edition is not in her job description. She better get back to work.
Love,
*Ms. Officer
SEC Members Caught Looking At Porn
BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
Haven’t we seen this before?
The Republicans get to be (very temporarily) vindicated and finally get to point the finger at someone else who is f*cking up. Take’s one to know one, right?
Republicans Love Having Phone Sex
Members of the SEC were caught looking at porn on their work computers, while they were supposed to be busy saving the country from an economic meltdown pretending to work.
Canada is laughing in our faces right now. Bet they’re glad they got out of here while they could.
But wait. There’s more. A senior attorney at the SEC’s Washington headquarters spent up to 8 hrs a day looking at & downloading porno. When he ran out of space on his hard drive (no pun intended) he burned more porn to CD’s & DVD’s and kept them in boxes he had stacked all around his office.
He agreed to resign.
Something’s not right here.
Who were the motherf*ckers who were in his office chillin & not smelling or saying anything?
Where was HR during all this?
No sexual harassment complaints after he looked at porn upwards of 8 hrs./day?
You mean to tell me no one went into this dude’s office & saw “Let Me Ram Your Ass Vol. 5″ sitting upright in a box along with its 4 predecessors & no one said anything?
Who interned for him?
I’m pretty sure
would rather spend his days
and
As our lawyer would, than monitoring the stability of the U.S. market & regulating wall street’s reckless deregulated laissez faire spending.
Does no one see the alignment between politicians and rappers??
Allow me to remind you that at my graduation, the speaker was Christopher Cox, then chairman of the SEC. Not even 8 months later ended up at #4 on Time Magazine’s “Top 25 People to Blame For The Financial Crisis”
Nice, NU.
A Groundbreaking Moment
Every once in a while, I get a request to post something that let’s you know I’m not completely brain-dead or superficial.
This is one of those posts.
Like it or not, you must respect it.
14 years ago, congress authorized the Memorial Foundation to raise the funds necessary to make the statue a reality.
This month, we recognize 42 years since Dr. King’s passing. It’s been 4 since the national groundbreaking ceremony on November 13, 2006 -with a then senator Barack Obama- at the helm. Exactly 2 years later he would become the very 1st African-American president of these here You-Nited States.
At that moment, only half of Dr. King’s Dream was realized.
But what’s next for this memorial? Cedric The Entertainer thinks something should be done too:
A 3D View:
More information on the Memorial is here
This Sh*t Happened Again??
Just last month we had to deal with some 16 year old hole who decided it was a good idea to announce over Wal-Mart’s PA system “All Blacks need to leave the store”.
Admittedly, the whole thing was pretty funny. A tiny bit bothersome, but nonetheless, provided a chuckle to those who saw the sense of humor in it.
The kid, whose name was never released because he was a juvenile was arrested on charges of harrassment & bias intimidation. We never heard a peep from that again, except that the New Jersey armpit store reduced its number of public intercoms. This leads me to believe he was Black.
But that was way back on March 14th, 2010.
This is April.
Enter last weekend, where again, we heard the same sh*t, over the intercom system, in New Jersey.
This time it was a 14 year old girl rocked the mic at Whole Foods. “All Blacks leave the store”. Cops said it was a copycat incident, but now it just begs the question:
How stupid are kids?
She too, who’s anonymity remains protected by her birthdate was charged with harassment & intimidation.
Now, this doesn’t warrant any kind of protest of the mega stores– but more so against the parents for not keeping track of their offspring, and if they are teaching them that those asinine beliefs are ok, they need to stay their asses quarantined in their own homes.
Good Lord knows it’d be a hard time to grapple with a boycott of Whole Foods.
I dunno if I could do it.
However, if we had to protest one of your favorite places or products because they got out of bounds,
would you be able to?
*Ms. Officer
13 Year Old Takes Morehouse By Storm– Black History Month!
My sister Turkey haaaad to bring this to my attention.
There is now another reason besides math-doing Asians or
that you should feel stupid.
Presentingggg
*Drumroll Please*
13 year old Stephen Stafford!
Not only is he completely adorable, he is Morehouse College’s youngest pupil. A whiz kid at the age of two, he said while his older sister was 6 years old, she would play school with him– not realizing that he was actually learning what she was teaching.
By the time Stephen was in Kindergarten he’d mastered multiplication. Most of us didn’t begin learning our “times tables” until 2nd grade.
You know what? I’ll let you read some more of this article yourselves, via Rockdale Citizen:
A year later, he had completed his first Algebra course. He finished Geometry at age 7 and Algebra 2 at 9.
When his mother could no longer home school him, she called Morehouse. The college agreed to allow Stafford to audit a couple of math classes.
“I made a 105 in College Algebra and a 99 in Precalculus,” he said. “That was sort of the test to see if I could stay.”
Are you aware of what this means? He got smarter than his own mother who was homeschooling him. Her translation:
“Can you put please this little smart ass somewhere?? He’s starting to outhink me.”
Today, Stafford is majoring in pre-med, mathematics and computer science. He plans to graduate from college at the age of 16 and continue his education at the Morehouse School of Medicine.
“I’ll probably be a doctor by the time I’m 24 or 25,” he said.
Stafford enjoys speaking at schools and hopes his enthusiasm for learning will inspire teenagers to go to college.
“College students are no different than high schools students,” he said, “It’s just the next step in school.”
When asked how the other Morehouse students reacted to him, he said, “At first they were pretty freaked out. They thought I was the professor’s son or something, like it was ‘bring your child to work day,’ but then I started answering questions in class and helping them with their math and I fit right in.”
My favorite line? “I’ll probably be a doctor by the time I’m 24 or 25″.
He doesn’t even admit that he’s a child prodigy The fact that he’s a sophomore is even better– he’s gotten the swing of this stuff while his peers are playing in the sandbox and his superiors are cheating off him during midterms.
May I remind you, I, myself, have run into this issue before:
http://msofficer.com/2008/09/13/only-by-the-grace-of-god-did-i-make-it-past-the-7th-grade/
May God Bless this little man because this is quite rad, even though I firmly believe that a college campus is no place for a child.
What are the ingredients to growing a super genius kid? I want to make one.
Hopefully this story has warmed you hearts on this snowy winter night 
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Love,
*Ms. Officer
