As of June 26, 2016, the only thing I knew about Grey’s Anatomy was that McDreamy was dead. I have never watched an episode of the show. Even after one of its stars, one Jesse Williams, gave his speech on the BET Awards, I don’t plan to.
I tend to forgo too much TV, and especially awards shows, at all costs. Greg Gutfeld accurately calls them funerals for the living. I only watched the BET Awards for the Prince tributes. But Williams stole the show.
His was the mandatory struggle speech every affluent Black person has given when accepting an award since 2009. He caught fire because he’s Whiter and better-looking than, say, Marc Lamont Hill or Steve Harvey. Sound familiar?
Well, a person created a petition to get Williams fired from Grey’s. The person who created it goes by the name of “Erin Smith”, and she accuses Williams of spewing “HATE SPEECH!” “But he doesn’t look like those other Black guys”, I bet she said.
An anonymous person petitioning to get somebody fired from a job over hate speech? And nobody stops to query about such a person? I’d want to know more about them than their target.
This… Erin cites another Grey’s actor, Isaiah Washington, being fired after using gay slurs against a gay co-star, T.R. Knight. He was using such language on the set of the show when Shonda Rimes, who created the show, dropped the hammer on him.
Williams was not on the Grey’s set when he gave what his supporters are calling a fiery speech. This does not involve Shonda Rimes, or even ABC, the network that airs the show. He gave the Official Negro Speech on Black Entertainment Television.
I’m all too aware that people like to use boycotts and petitions to supplant businesses, and especially other people. “Lets work together to cut each other’s throats!” is a good way to describe actions such as these. After all, that’s what it leads to.
Does it ever occur to people if an anonymous person can get others to help them get somebody fired, the same scenario can, and in this litigation and two-face era, will, happen to them? And what do these petition supporters know about this Erin?
I looked further into it, and the Facebook profile for this person has no friends, and only went up over the week after the Williams speech. Twitter gave some very interesting clues as to who came up with this petition.
Google “Twitter, Erin Smith, Grey’s Anatomy” and click on the one that talks about weenie dogs; THAT strikes me as somebody who’s just obsessed enough to take it to a level.
And the whole “HATE SPEECH!” thing… people that hate the things you say call it that. And these are people who sit on their @sses all day long looking for something to be offended by, whatever their ideology or politics may be.
Unlike, say, a body of publicly elected officials, just anybody can’t decide who’s on a TV show cast. Advertisers and sponsors weigh in heavily, but the ultimate call is that of the that is the network and/or show’s executives.
It takes some serious backlash to get somebody off the air or job (see Brandon Eicht, Alec Baldwin, etc.). Jesse Williams has caused no major outcry. Besides, Rimes has stated her stance: Williams is still on Grey’s- because she said so.
For what little people may know, this Erin may be some troll collecting names to create problems on their job, send malware to their computers, or worse. In other words, this could be a spiteful person using others’ own spite against them.
But again, nobody knows anything about this person. I would think if they are that offended by Williams’ words, they’d at least show their face to the people willing to reveal their identities to support them.
Of course, if a person is willing to put that much blind faith in such a shady plot to begin with, maybe it’s best to say whatever happens to them is brought on themselves.
Volume Six begins next time. Thank you all for reading.
Originally, this chapter was going to be about the anonymously created petition to get actor Jesse Williams fired from the hit ABC show “Grey’s Anatomy” after his BET Awards speech.
In light of the chaos over the week of July 4th, a slight change of subject is in order. Actually, it’s more of something I said for three years in the first three Volumes of this blog… updated for 2016, and the worst day for law enforcement since 9/11.
The petition post will follow this one.
Contrary to popular belief, Black Lives Matter, and all these other folks reciting the exact same lines every time they get near a mic, do not hate White people. They LOVE them, with all their mind, body and soul.
Every utterance from these people will ultimately revolve around White people. That’s also who they seek constant attention from, and work hours on end to be able to live and lay with when they go home at night… as far from the Trayvons as possible.
Any anger they express, be it a rant or even violence, is more about being spurned than being shot. Those slave memes they post all over the Internet are guilt trip devices; if Whites won’t love them, they’re supposed to at least pity them.
All that rioting, and shooting, like what happened in Dallas, is actually a lethal temper tantrum from a lover scorned. Police, who by law have to challenge them when they erupt, are symbolic of White rejection, thus prime targets.
The easiest way for Black communities to curb police brutality it so curb police necessity. The easiest way to curb police necessity is simply for citizens to be more active in watch over their own communities, as almost all other neighborhoods do.
But it won’t happen. Diligence and responsibility leave too little time for their flesh to glory through interviews. It also cuts out the one thing those crying “RACISM!” want more than anything: a White scapegoat…or savior.
No matter how much they convince themselves otherwise, those in the “conscious” Black movement are not a riot, speech, or slavery meme away from unconditional White acceptance, a lifelong goal for many in that realm.
With large groups of people often in conflict among themselves, it’s foolish, absurd, and arrogant to believe an entire ethnic group will set aside their differences to patch up differences with people they may tolerate or like at best…
…even if said other group loves them mind, body, and soul.
Falling in love with somebody, or the very idea of them, in no wise requires them to do the same in return. You’ll never see marital relationships survive when one half only likes, but the other one loves. Race relations are no different.
I woke up Thursday morning to quite a surprise. The majority of Britain voted to leave the European Union. A thin majority yes, but a majority all the same. That’s how a vote works, folks. The Brexit is on.
The chief concerns Brits had involved control of their economy and borders. EU membership doesn’t allow them a lot of either. The desire for border control, of course, elicited cries of “XENOPHOBES!” and “ISLAMAPHOBIA!”
Well, the attempted guilt trip didn’t work. The UK wanted a divorce, and are willing to pay the cost to be their own boss. So be it. Besides, many of those Brits know something’s about to go down concerning the large influx of Syrian refugees entering Europe.
Following the Orlando Massacre, people have been all over President Barack Hussein Obama to refer to the religion Omar Mateen subscribed to as “radical Islam”. Actually, the Long-Legged Mack Daddy is 100% right to not do that.
In the Middle East, the point of origin and largest area for practicing Islam, it’s not radical at all to see homosexuals tossed off buildings, women stoned to death, and something exploding every hour on the hour. That’s a Saturday in the park, really.
What you see on the news is exactly how Islam rolls, and has rolled for centuries. That original, anti-Western, stomp-down, Eastern version, and not the West-assimilated, so-called moderate flavor, is the fastest-growing ideology on the planet today.
Even now, Muslim apologists, particularly Western, White progressives, have this idea that the world is shaping up into one big happy family, naturally with them running it. Their biggest assumed obstacle was the church.
In addition to their own aging roster and lack of young people to succeed them, Christianity was brutalized by the rise of Islam, feminism, and gay rights. Christians are now reduced to building hopes on toilet laws and a Donald Trump Presidency.
But it bears repeating that the Islam progressives vehemently champion is anti-Western. Yes, that includes Christians, but it also includes feminism, homosexuality, and atheism. As long as they could agree on Christianity, the two at least had one common bond.
Well, that bond is summarily broken, as is the unholy alliance between the two. It doesn’t really matter if progressives admit it or not. The next major culture war has already been joined. It’s East vs. West.
The British who voted to leave the EU saw it coming. They know these progressives were able to defeat an aging, dwindling adversary. Now they’re facing somebody that’s not the least bit afraid of them, and can play a lot rougher. The prospects of survival are slim.
Even more so, unassimilated Muslims from the Middle East can beat progressives at their own game. Progressives now know their place, and make sure to never offend somebody that can go toe-to-toe with them.
No, friends, the world is not going to be some giant tossed salad. The biggest obstacle to some Western-ran Utopia was never Christianity, an idea propelled primarily by the West.
The most obvious obstacle to the West was in the most obvious place all along: the East. Such Muslims were embraced by Westerners who thought they could just use and discard them at their pleasure.
The June 26, 2015 defeat of Christianity in the Supreme Court over gay marriage left a void. Since then, Chattanooga, Paris, San Bernadino, Brussels, and Orlando, all Western cities, have come under major Islam-related attacks.
If that’s not a clue as to where things are headed, all I can recommend is that progressives better readjust their eating and dressing habits. They’re going to have to anyway before long. There may be a lot more Brexits to come, though.
If I was to go by everything that has come out about this Orlando shooter, from the first reports to the Univision interview with his alleged lover named Miguel, he strikes me more like a Muslim on the down low than some ISIS operative.
Of course, that’s not sexy enough. I need to put some ISIS, some gun control, some… whatever somebody’s pet issue is, in it. It can’t be something as simple as wanting revenge over his fetish for Puerto Rican men gone awry after exposing him to HIV.
When you have guys shooting up college campuses over a failure to get laid, or a Muslim couple arguing with a Jew at a Christmas party (George Carlin, miss you much), or whole neighborhoods getting shot up over spilled drinks, yes I do.
I can certainly see a married man who’s doing what to his religion is the only wrong kind of cheating freaking out over bringing something home to Wifey, especially if his dad suspected how he might have got it.
Orlando was a personal vendetta, just like San Bernadino. Just like with Aaron Rodgers. Just like with Tay-Tay and Quadarrius in the hood. Hell, just like last year’s No-Wonder Twins. All were done without orders from somebody else on high.
I can see Omar Mateen pledging to ISIS to a TV station and a 911 operator to save face and set up martyrdom. I can’t see him, a married Muslim on the down-low, confessing to tasting dangerous d!ck from a place he feels the need to wipe off the planet.
Yes, whoever that guy was that exposed Omar to HIV should have disclosed his status. Personal pride is nowhere near as important another person’s health. I have no pity for somebody who deliberately endangers others like that, and truly respect the honest people.
But Omar Mateen wasn’t very honest, either. The odd part about his infidelity is that if he had come out as gay, he would have gotten a touching news segment and a smattering of cheers. Had he revealed some mistress, well, he’d have been crucified.
In either case, he would be, and in fact WAS, cheating on his spouse.
Had Omar not been creeping, he would never have had to risk his cover being blown- through bringing something home with him he got through his own antics.
Sadly, the threat of his own actions came back to haunt him. On June 12, 2016, he selfishly decided over a hundred people should suffer for his indiscretions.
With all that said, why is it that Omar Mateen didn’t pull a Jim McGreevey or Jason Collins? Married men coming out is a top trend nowadays, is it not?
Anybody reading this knows why he didn’t come out. He was part of a religion that is every bit against homosexuality, and perhaps more so, than Christianity could ever be. And yet “progressives” LOVE it, defending it to their literal deaths.
Omar Mateen, closet-case, murderous whore that he was, was first and foremost a MUSLIM. And that will be the subject matter for Chapter Ten.
Before I go any further, I’d like to give a shout-out to one Marc Winger. He was the guy who got me to enjoy doing this again at a point when I just didn’t want to do it anymore. Marc, thank you. The next one’s for you.
Michael’s mega-stardom and messy personal life just didn’t lend themselves to longevity. I figured if Whitney got into rehab and left Bobby, she’d live at least long enough to write THE book on the pop music business.
But now, Prince? He was the guy EVERYBODY thought would be around forever, even if we never saw a lot of him.
In the 1980’s, Tina, David, and Bruce were back. Michael and Madonna dominated. Whitney and Janet were on the ascendancy. But Prince was THE barometer for artistic excellence.
With 30 released albums, 100M sold, a song for every emotion known to humankind, and a minimum 20 years worth of unreleased recordings locked away somewhere, Prince’s greatest gift to the world, his incomparable music, will never be out of place.
His albums could be found in at least three genres at a record store. He merged the styles of David Bowie, Jimi Hendrix, and James Brown, three very diverse artists, with his eccentric, perfectionist own, forming a bold combination of musical and visual brilliance.
While the music is his trademark, his image follows closely. The rear-view, skin tight jeans, high heels, lace, and at least one purple-colored item on stage or clothes often, and deliberately, overshadowed his philanthropy.
Prince frequently kept schools, businesses, and people afloat, all while taking on his first record company, Warner Brothers, for his and other artists’ creative rights. He even refused to use his own name for a time in protest, lest Warner profit from it.
Ironically, even with Purple Rain in theatres and the soundtrack winning Grammys and Oscars, he only appeared when absolutely necessary. That’s the reason why a Prince appearance became such a grand, yet always worthwhile, event.
When Prince passed away at 57 on April 21, 2016, time seemed to stop in its tracks. It only makes sense. People, and most certainly artists, like him are nigh impossible to find today, mostly because he’s far too original to imitate.
Prince Rodgers Nelson could literally do it all: play every instrument set in front of him, wear clothes no man would dare and steal their women, and even at 5’2″, play basketball (yes, the Chapelle’s Show pancake segment is based on a true story).
And yet, he lived for the music, and the artistry. It’s why people in every genre imaginable grieve his passing, even if they weren’t his biggest fans. Talent, style, and philanthropy, all while trying to not be the center of all the attention. What are the odds?
Now, assuming no other major stars die or work doesn’t get off the hook again, I’ll go further into why my blogs are down to 500 words- and the guy responsible for even making this fun again to me…
On April 21, 2016, the world stopped talking about which side to face their $20 bills… in 2020. That same day, people stopped announcing which toilet they should or do use.
That was the day people mourned two of the biggest innovators of their respective fields. Both were notoriously eccentric, revolutionary, and now gone seemingly way too soon.
Prior to February 1997, women in wrestling either competed against each other, or interfered for their man, with the occasional bump from an opponent.
Joanie Lauer, as Chyna, was the not just the mere eye candy/mean woman like Sensational Sherri Martel. She actually competed with men in major matches.
Chyna peaked right as the WWF was becoming THE wrestling company, so such creative booking could be done. And her role in the beloved “Attitude Era” was pivotal.
Physically, she got some work done to look more feminine, but was also taken seriously enough to be in the Royal Rumble, and get the Intercontinental Championship.
Her feud with Chris Jericho for the belt was one of the most fun angles of 1999-2000. But such novelty, even with the WWF at a peak, could only last for so long.
By 2001, Chyna’s real-life relationship with Triple H was crumbling, and Vince McMahon now wanted her to be the Women’s Champion. She was not happy with either situation.
She wound up being released by the WWF that year, and for the next 15 years, the world was privy to one of the saddest downslides this side of Whitney Houston.
She got heavily into drugs, made an infamous porn flick with X-Pac, and made the bitter ex-wrestler talk show rounds after the Benoit murder/suicides.
She had some brief career revivals and highlights. She went to Japan to teach, had cups of coffee with TNA and New Japan Wrestling and was a fairly popular YouTube host.
Joanie Laurer admitted publicly the body-shaming of her youth, the break-up with Triple H at her peak, and the drug abuse plagued her. It finally took her on April 20. She was 45.
When she debuted as Chyna, nobody could have guessed what a revolutionary figure in sports entertainment Joanie Laurer would be.
Sadly, a decade later, the end was all too clear.
It only took two months, but here’s the 2015 recap of Inspirations.
Youthful indiscretions often bleed into adulthood, and can have far-reaching consequences. To the hometown cousin who just graduated college and started an excellent auto restoration business and family, in spite of incredible odds, all I can do is congratulate.
The whole same-sex marriage thing could have been handled infinitely better than it was. If more like the lady in Salt Lake City I know were as tactful, respectful, and empathetic to all those involved as she was, the world would only be better for it.
The July 17 Chattanooga terrorist attacks could have turned this town into a cesspool of rage, theatrics, and suspicion. Instead, everybody here, from Mayor Andy Burke on, remained NoogaStrong. There have been no other major confrontations.
As bad as the co-worker fiasco was on me, the staff at Calvin Donaldson Elementary, and dare I say most school staffs, have it far worse. Yet they get up, brush themselves off, and face it another day. You have to love them; not everybody can do that.
To pretty much anybody in my life I’m grateful, even if we’ve never met. You didn’t necessarily have to be here, but you are, and thank you.
So there you have it, folks. The inspiration list that was supposed to end the last year is the second of the new year. Since I FINALLY have a week off, I’ll get around to one more inspiration, and how his style could prevent a tragedy like next time’s subject.
Yeah, it took me three months to type 275 words. I’m working on it…
With a new year, it’s as good a time as any for a Random Thoughts post. The first ten things that pop up in my head are getting posted…
People who like guys threatening to “upset the establishment” are just too damned lazy to do it themselves.
If Bernie Sanders’ policies don’t do him in, the BernieBots will kill off his voter base. Expect a Ron Paul encore.
f you plan on a siege, it helps to have food packed. All the guns in the world won’t win a war against hunger.
If we have a problem with this, that, or the other, than I want to know when to move into our house and pick up our car.
The Bible being taken out of the schools would go unnoticed if it was actually being used anywhere else.
Unless you’re a Mennonite, you are in no position to rail against evil corporations and rich executives. You’re using technology they built, and you paid them for it.
Three people won the historic Powerball lottery. Even though they don’t have to, they’re giving their money away the same way Mark Zuckerberg did to random Facebook users.
You see what I did with “they’re” and “their” back there? Do people still do stuff like that? Its hard to tell.
Isn’t it odd to see a group calling itself by ethnicity or nationality wishing for a day when race won’t matter? They don’t mean it; they know that would leave them unemployed.
Eat as healthy as possible. Avoid processed meats, cigarettes, and alcohol. And ride a bike everyday. Somebody’s bound to say something nice about you at your funeral.
Next time: The most influential people of my life in 2015…
(I was going to dedicate an entire blog to Bernie Sanders, but politics burns me out nowadays. Instead, he’ll just be a part of the 2016 Random Thoughts chapter. Two and I’m through with full blogs about them, barring some spectacular change.)
Throughout WCW’s 12-year existence, Sting was what would later describe John Cena: the energetic, likable, attractive hero whose love of the business could compensate for any shortcomings in the ring, not that Sting had that many.
It’s a good thing fans were so devoted to him. Otherwise, Sting’s career would have been over after his very first World Title reign. He and the belt were at the heart of one of WCW’s worst story lines ever: 1990’s Black Scorpion Saga.
To summarize, the Black Scorpion was presented to WCW fans as a past Sting acquaintance intent on destroying him and taking the World Title from him.
Sting won the WCW World Title from Nature Boy Ric Flair at July’s Great American Bash pay-per-view. The next month, a masked, fully clad man claiming to be a former tag team partner, possibly a star new to WCW, began taunting Sting.
Sting and the Scorpion finally faced off at the September Clash of Champions show. Sting easily beat the Scorpion, and went for his mask… only to have another Scorpion to appear on the entrance ramp. He had only beaten one of many Scorpion clones.
The next three months saw somebody calling themselves the Black Scorpion playing tricks, like literal, David Copperfield tricks, to rile him up. Sting played along, loyal guy that he was, but fans were getting annoyed, and just wanted it over with.
Starrcade would be the final Scorpion/Sting World Title match, in a cage with Dick the Bruiser as the referee. The mask HAD to come off the Scorpion; the storyline had run its course. When Sting won, he finally unmasked THE Black Scorpion. It was…
Nature Boy Ric Flair!?
To be fair, the match at Starrcade was fun to watch; Flair and Sting always had great bouts. But the idea that a legend like Flair would need to use parlor tricks and a mask to get a World Title match seemed ridiculous.
It was only after WCW’s demise in 2001 that the whole origin of The Black Scorpion Saga came to light. Originally, it was to promote an outside guy to the World Title scene and ultimately lose, which nobody who wore the mask wanted to do.
It was also WCW’s Executive Vice President Jim Herd’s attempt to get somebody, anybody, to replace his nemesis Flair as Sting’s top opponent. The potential Scorpions’ careers, the WCW World Title, and even the fans were not the top priority.
At the very least, fans expected to see a new face on the title scene, even if he did wind up losing. Jim Herd expected to keep Flair out of the main event. In the end, nobody got anything they wanted out of it.
Herd put the belt back on Flair in January 1991. But the damage had been done; the Sting/Flair rematch drew poorly, and Herd wound up firing Flair from WCW, only to be fired for firing Flair, who took the WCW belt to the WWF with him.
Four months were spent desperately building up an alleged outside challenger. The Black Scorpion character was center stage in WCW, only to lose in the end. And the loss was taken by the only guy who could afford it.
For five months, Donald Trump’s every utterance and facial expression is treated like a prophetic word from Elijah. Some in the Political Church are afraid of him and some are on his bandwagon.
He’s apparently speaking some people’s minds. That in and of itself is not wrong, but these same people would rally around pretty much any soothsayer calling themselves an outsider.
Trump’s really just the modern-day Black Scorpion, a character being built up by talking heads solely to lose. He’ll be the easiest candidate to beat. Luckily, he’s a billionaire, so he can afford it.
I recently declined to participate in a book on minority conservatives declined, citing time restraints. That this man is capable of being center stage suggests I should stick to looking at life through the eyes of a wrestling fan. I know the story line too well.
I’ll make the conclusion to the bust-down tribute short and simple. The only thing that rivals a religious hustler in terms of evil is a parent-for-profit. Their fruits are far more obvious in their children.
When a parent turns a child loose to let the streets and meds raise them, knowing they’ll never have enough time to learn decent conflict resolution skills, but wants to cry over their corpse, they’re not just bust-downs. They’re negligent, if not accessories to murder.
When you have a parent who refuses to provide a stable home, but lives better based on how that child dies, then no, that child’s life does/did not matter.
And when a person can live said improved lifestyle based on somebody else’s child dying after a self-incited confrontation, but teaches their own child not to do such things, that dead child’s life matters even less… if that’s even possible.
Next time: the invitation I had to turn down.