I Wish Deathrow Operated Like a Fast Food Restaurant

 

I read an article a little while back about convicted killer Ronald Post, who will be further referred to throughout the rest of this post as “Chunk”, who is probably still awaiting his date with a needle.   Chunk has been on Deathrow for nearly thirty years now!

I was appauled when I read this story, though I had heard about folks being on Deathrow for years, but not for three decades!  Why hasn’t Chunk been put to rest yet?  Even though he’s claiming that he’s too fat to be lethally injected, why hasn’t there been an alternate method for his execution?

I say bring back firing squads.  Let’s also upgrade from an electric chair to an electric room, to ensure a proper kill.  Perhaps dropping the guilty party into an erupting volcano would also do, though I’m not sure what the cost behind this idea would be.

If you haven’t figured it out already, I am for the death penalty.  Why?  Because it makes more sense to destroy evildoers than contain them.  Have we learned nothing from Jason X?  Besides, I don’t believe in providing free shelter, food, and electricity to serious threats to society.  If they have to live, why not dip each of these miscreants fully nude into cool water, then drop them off in a polar desert?  I’m also for utilizing an island specifically for hard convicts to live on.  Unlike Alcatraz, there should be no supervision, facilities, or prepared food.  Let the degenerates fend for themselves.  Imagine the government savings!

Really though, why isn’t it possible for someone that has been sentenced to death, to be put to death immediately after?  Seems unfair, especially to the victims of their crimes, and taxpayers.

I Want a Furby Too!

I’m looking forward to Christmas this year, especially since I plan on taking a much needed break from moving, house projects, and other crap I don’t normally deal with.  If you’ve ever moved, with kids, than you feel my pain.

One of the things I’m looking forward to, is playing with the kids’ Furbys.  I’ve always wanted one, and I’ll finally get to live out my childhood dream through my kids!  Don’t judge me.

I was thinking about getting the Cotton Candy Furby (pictured above) if I like the Lagoona and Starry Night versions I purchased for my kiddos.  But then I wonder, “Do I REALLY need to own one for myself?”  Seems ridiculous to even consider, but hey, I’m a native of a first world country–what do you expect?

Chances are I won’t get one.  I really want a kitten or some gerbils.  You don’t have to put batteries in those.

Driving in Delaware

About a month ago, I recorded some live footage, edited, and posted it on YouTube.

Do enjoy some of my driving shots in Delaware.

Yes, You Can Comb An Afro!

Legalize Prostitution Already!

Close Talkers, Close Walkers

What’s with people that have to get so damn close to your face when they talk?

It’s so awkward, and I haven’t figured out an easy way to ease such a situation.  If you back up, the person may feel as if you’re trying to get away from them (you are, but not in an attempt to runaway).  If you ask them to back up, they may feel offended.  The only time I’ll deal with a close talker, is if we’re in a loud place.  I don’t mind if my friends do it, but when strangers invade my comfort zone, a.k.a. my bubble, I feel endangered.  Even whispering is problematic for me.

You just can’t trust whisperers.

Creepy, Creative, or Both?

When I first watched the first half of this video, I liked the idea.  But then, as all good things must, it came to an end with some creepy story telling.  I admire the creativity of whoever came up with the original idea for this, along with the story board, but I was left with a weird feeling after watching this.

Just watch it for yourself (NSFW) and tell me if you experienced the same feelings or not.

Does this video need to be filed under creepy, creative, or both?

If only you could just buy a guy!  Mail order brides exist, why not mail order husbands?

Red is a Whore Color

Sorry in advance to all you red lovers, but apparently, you’re a whore.  Yup.  Probably a dirty one too.

When I  was around twelve, I distinctly remember my mother telling me, after I eyed a bottle of her red nail polish, that “Red is a whore color”.  At that time, I wasn’t educated in whore studies, but the way my mother said whore let me know that it wasn’t something I should aspire to be, let alone imitate, even through my fingernails.

For ages, even now, I can’t stand the color red.  The only red things I own currently, were given to me (by my mom, coincidentally–no, I’m not a whore, how dare you!), or was something I had to buy in that hue because there was no other alternative at the time.  My distaste for the color red runs deep, and I find myself ashamed when I see a woman wearing red lipstick, because my mother’s words keep replaying in my mind, like a dysfunctional tape recording.  

I’m surprised I eat red foods, and buy red things for my children.  I surely don’t think they’re whores.  

It’s not all shades of red I’m against, exactly.  I can accept burgundy, crimson, brick and maroon…but cherry red, scarlet, fire engine red…gives me nausea.  And just RED, plain old red, gives me emotional hives.  

At this point, you probably want to know if I think red is a whore color.  No, I don’t.  That’s ridiculous.  Most whores I’ve ever known seem to take to black.  I guess whoring requires an incognito persona.    

Looking back on that situation, I was in the pre-stages of puberty, and my mother probably felt the best way to keep me from dancing on the city line of skank town was to say something that would deter me from ever imagining it.  She meant well, in her own way, so I don’t hold it against her, but I do wonder what my life would be like if I didn’t have such a stance of discrimination against one of the three primary colors.  

I’ll never know.

Erykah Badu Has No Shame

This song is awful; could’ve been better without the echo effect, and the video…is disturbing. I don’t care about the female nudity, but seeing random substances get slapped against someone’s ass, and that white stuff, just threw my little brain into a tizzy.

Erykah, I need you to do better than this, at least when it comes to doing music covers, because that song…THAT SONG was only one thing: horrible!

If you can’t view the video above, then go here.  WARNING: NSFW due to female nudity!

Playtime is Over for Nicki Minaj

Last weekend, I watched this five part exposé on Nicki Minaj, which uncovers how the beef between her and Lil’ Kim is much deeper than what people think.  I’m not gonna lie, I was pretty creeped out by the whole thing, since the comparisons were undeniable, and it really showed how fraudulent Nicki is.

The video goes in on Nicki’s come up, the artists she’s swagger-jacked, and mainly, her love-hate relationship with Lil’ Kim.  She idolizes, or idolized Kim, but at the same time, was coming for her personally and professionally.

I’ve always been a Lil’ Kim fan, how can I not be?  I grew up in the 90s, and listened to hip-hop; I still proudly rap along with her verse on “All About the Benjamins” whenever it’s on the radio.  I own some of her albums.  I own some singles by Nicki…as I said in a previous post, her music is hit or miss with me.  Kim is hands down, a better rapper than Nicki.

Watch the “Playtime is Over” doc, then you be the judge of who’s real, and who’s just really playing.