Famous & Stupid: Reality Irresponsibly

Gone are the days when people achieve actual success and CELEBRITY follows as a result, now anyone can get famous and success is an after thought. Accomplishments was what used to get one famous, however this modern YOUTUBE & Celebreality Matrix has young people growing up wanting to curse and fight their way into fame and may be as a result they can buy a Bentley. Yes, it's a great thing that anyone can showcase their vocal abilities and other rare talents to an instant international audience, and there are a lot of talented people on YOUTUBE who deserve the fame, but much of what gets glory these days is the Antoine Dodson's and Nene Leakes of the world. I'm not even going to touch the race issue. The fact that much of the bafoonery comes from the African American stereotype's of classless uneducated trash, niggers fighting to the death, pulling weaves off, "hiding kids and wives" and banging pans together to become a legend in the Bad Girls Club. As Oprah Winfrey exits stage right, the television becomes almost completely absent of Black women of class. Wendy Williams gossips about celebrities while resembling a drag queen blow up doll, a funny lady with a degree or two, but silicon and weave don't exactly help the image. Star Jones would be a great person for young girls to emulate had it not been for the SLAVE MASTERS MOUTHPIECE Nene Leakes who tears down the intelligence and accomplishments of a professional Black woman any chance she can get. It's almost like she was strategically placed there in a show of stereotype and belittlement of the Michelle Obama's of the world & those striving to become it. Yes, Nene Leakes, an ex stripper with limited education arrives on the silver screen to curse out other black women in The Real Housewives of Atlanta, only to do further damage by lightening her skin with make up and getting a nose job to look more European. She behaves this way on a national stage in front of the eyes of her adolescent son who no doubt has to go to school every day to taunts and judgments. Often unprovoked, racially ashamed glorified hoodrat, stereotype extraordinaire, Nene acted on cue in the reality show's shes starred in, making the invisible puppet masters proud. "At some point, Nene attacked all the black women on the show and scared the other women to death with her aggressive approach," stated Star Jones to Hip Hollywood about her experience with Leakes on Celebrity Apprentice. In a nutshell what Jones said is like most Black women on TV these days, Leakes hated on the other Black women and their accomplishments while making the Whites fearful of her. Effectively, this ongoing placement of loud mouth sista's, sets an environment in the real world for Whites to be fearful of the angry Black woman and to negatively view the culture as self hating, not unified and lower class and even if you find a Black woman of esteem and education, there will be a hoodrat a few feet behind her. A few hoodrats on TV is fine, yes they do exist in real life, but for them to be the diva's while the Dr.'s play backup singer, is unacceptable. What we need is more substance, sophistication, diversity and hard work reflected on television. Children need to understand that it's ok to dream of being famous, but it's not ok to think it should be easy to get there. Hard work, education and dedication are what should illustrate your obituary. No matter the race, the world is dumbing itself down, pop culture shouldn't be popcorn eating entertainment alone, it should be engaging, progressive and clever. The accomplished lawyer, Phaedra Parks
has an outstanding resume, though it was ruined by her participation on a show that dumbs her down and associates her with the gold digging sisterhood of haters such as Nene Leakes and Sherre Whitfield. Yes we have Paris Hilton and Kim Kardashian, white stupid and famous for being famous, and the overarching concern I have is that there is an unrealistic and irresponsibly damaging focus on the superficial, random, controversial and entertaining celebrity. What the rose colored glasses don't let you see is that, What fame comes quick fades into obscurity even faster. I am guilty for watching shows like Bad Girls Club, Real Housewives, Celebrity Apprentice (though "CA" is about charity after all) and I admit I love the bafoonery of YOUTUBE, but as a humanity that is here to evolve and diversify itself increasingly over time, it seems that we are devolving, at least in our portrayal of ourselves. The questions I have is, If anyone can get famous, what is special about fame anymore? Does every loud mouth sass box deserve success? And is it ok to broadcast stereotypes because your filming a "REALITY"?

Boycotting Charity? Hate the Trump not the Apprentice

Racist or not... Controversial real estate tycoon Donald Trump delivers a weekly Sunday night Super Bowl with ratings topper Celebrity Apprentice. The comb over rocking, solemn faced Billionaire is often a bigger celebrity than the celebrities on the show. Celebrity Apprentice is a staple in pop culture, grown out of The Apprentice where mere mortals would fight to win a successful job with the Donald. In the celebrity version, celebrities battle it out for their chosen charities. So why are people rallying to boycott a show about charity? Celebrity Apprentice actually has nothing to do with Donald Trump or his company, it is a show that acts as: 1: An exposure medium for fading or rising stars 2: A two hour advertisement

for certain companies paying for product placement 3: An excuse to see how dramatically celebrities respond to pressure & competition, otherwise known as entertainment drama!

Yes the Donald has been off his rocker the last few weeks and it all began when he somehow thought he was qualified to run for President in 2012.

Following his announced interest in the presidency, Trump took it upon himself to criticize President Obama, claiming there had to be something up with him not releasing his birth certificate to being skeptical of his qualifications for attending Harvard. Obama had something for that ass by roasting Trump at the White House Correspondents Dinner then interrupting Celebrity Apprentice (ET) to declare he killed Osama. Could you blame Obama after Trump bitched: "I have friends who have smart sons with great marks, great boards, great everything and they can’t get into Harvard," Trump continued, "We don’t know a thing about this guy. There are a lot of questions that are unanswered about our president." Another alarming statement: "He needs to get off his basketball court and worry about gas prices." Trump has been crucified for being the new celebrity racist and is quickly joining the ranks of radio racist, Rush Limbaugh. Professor Michael Dyson called Trump, "Racist by inference." Whether he is racist or not, his show has done wonders for such charities as, St. Jude's medical research hospital and their work with children suffering with aggressive cancers. And what about the Black celebrities who are on his show? Should they forget their charities and walk off Celebrity Apprentice because of Trump's controversial statements about Obama? OF COURSE NOT! Most of us are not going to boycott the show, it's just too damn entertaining and much of it is heart warming. Last week I shed a tear watching a little boy suffering from Luekemia, give a fist bump to country star John Rich before he hand delivered $20,000 to St. Jude's and has donated upwards of $650,000 to the hospital thus far through Celebrity Apprentice. Trump has even matched many of the donations companies have made who have been featured on the show. How could anyone boycott such a positive and necessary show?!

Other charities represented on the show this season include, AIDS Project L.A. (Latoya Jackson) The United Methodist Children's Home of North Georgia Conference (Lil Jon) Save the Music Foundation (Mark McGrath) American Red Cross (Niki Taylor) American Heart Association (Star Jones) Atlanta Union Mission: My Sister's House (Emotionally Violent Nene Leakes) Boycotting Celebrity Apprentice won't shut Donald Trump up nor will it bring down his Trump Towers of fortune. You probably don't have a Nielson ratings box on top of your TV anyway. Boycotting Celebrity Apprentice only implies that you don't care about little bald babies at St. Jude who benefit from the donation dependent hospital and other charities.

Do I think Donald Trump is racist? I can't say, what I do know is that as a black man it's upsetting to hear a white man question a black man's merits to get into ivy league schools. However, its far too satisfying to hate Nene Leakes and far too entertaining to see what eccentric outfit Latoya Jackson will throw together.

Eat, Pray, Love: An Inspirational Memoir, without being Preachy

Eat, Pray, Love: By Elizabeth Gilbert

334 Pages, Penguin Group, $13.12

“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.” That is just one of the many meaningful quotes from Elizabeth Gilberts bestselling memoir, Eat, Pray, Love. The book can be summed up by the title alone. Each word, “eat,” “pray,” and “love,” represents three stages in the authors journey, a journey that all of us take in life. The theme of the book is that we should all strip down our lives to the basics, because after all, the simplest of things is where our happiness lies. We are all on a journey to happiness, or at least we want to be, but many of us do not know where to start. This book helps us to create a road map to internal happiness.

The author tells a story of her life where she is overworked, underappreciated and void of fulfillment. She wants to feel alive instead of just being awake in a nine to five world. First, she travels to Italy. Italy is a nation which symbolically represents the “Eat” portion of the title, thus it being first in the title and her first destination. Italians are known for their food made with passion and how generous they are with their food and hospitality. She goes there on a mission to get away from it all, but doesn’t expect to find so much comfort in a foreign land beyond its tourist attractions. She encounters people who have more of an effect on her than anyone had previously in her life. She learns here that all that matters is things that make you happy. Leisure in this nation is held to a higher regard than overworked and underpaid America. Here she appreciates how people don’t just eat, but they indulge.

Gilbert narrates eccentrically in a way that is comical and profound in unison. She describes Messina, Italy, as "a scary and suspicious Sicilian port town that seems to howl from behind barricaded doors, 'It's not my fault that I'm ugly! I've been earthquaked and carpet-bombed and raped by the Mafia, too!” You get a real sense of her inner subconscious in way that is refreshing and multidimensional. For her, it was more than a culture shock but it was like an awakening of a world that has always existed for her, yet she never thought to wake up to it. In Italy, she gradually liberates herself, a lot of the time unaware, and allows herself to indulge so much so that she no longer worries about her waistline. Her journey begins one course at a time.

The culprit behind her spontaneous desire for self discovery enveloped from a contentious divorce, a volatile rebound romance and a bout of depression. At 34, she went out on a whim to spend a year traveling in Italy, India and Indonesia. "I wanted to explore one aspect of myself set against the backdrop of each country, in a place that has traditionally done that one thing very well," she writes. "I wanted to explore the art of pleasure in Italy, the art of devotion in India and, in Indonesia, the art of balancing the two."

After the, “art of pleasure” in Italy and gaining 23 Italian pounds, it was off to India where she would enter more spiritual journey. Here in India, she finds it a quieter setting. She meditates, or at least attempts to, and spends her days in deep reflection. Her assignment given was to scrub the temple floors and it was a way to humble herself and to get closer to humility. The Hindu religion dictates here that, “discontentment is only due to the notion that our entire egos constitute our entire whole nature.” Gilbert is certainly discontent and the mediation does not initially save her from this feeling until a strong willed Texan named Richard greets her with a raw nature that initially rubs her the wrong way. He immediately notices her amateurish ways when it comes to “spirituality” and coaches her without her even asking. Gilbert is stressed over a lost love and all of the other wrongs in her life. Richard instructs her to simply let go. He helps her to see beyond everything on the outside that is wrong and look inward for peace and harmony with what she wants in life. He nicknames her “Groceries,” a name that fits her flustered personality where she can’t seem to let go of anything, constantly carrying her baggage on her shoulders where everyone can see it. She has been scaring love and serenity away from herself for her entire adult life and now it is time to let go. India is her prayer, the “pray” in the title and here she finds a greater peace.

“I got to thinking about how much time I spend in my life crashing around like a great gasping fish, either squirming away from some uncomfortable distress or flopping hungrily toward ever more pleasure,” writes Gilbert of her reflection in India.

It was hard for Gilbert to leave Richard but she had to go to her third destination, after all, the publisher was financing her voyages to the three nations. The third destination was Bali, a nation in Indonesia. Now she would learn about and surrender to “love.” This is the hardest journey to take for her, this is the last destination and the final test.

“The Balinese are global masters of balance,” she writes, “the people for whom the maintenance of perfect equilibrium is an art, a science and a religion.” In Bali, she reconnects with Ketut, a medicine man she met two years earlier, and they develop a profound relationship. Gilbert also meets a medicine woman who proves to be a very important person in her own emotional education as she tries to “hold steady in this chaotic world.” Ketut was something like a prophet where he told her two years earlier that she would return two years later. His very presence seems to bring her peace and she trusts him.

In Bali, Gilbert discovers love in all of its forms; Family, friends and romance. The book has a pleasant ending but it is surely not an ending at all for Gilbert whose journey is no doubt continuing like all of ours is. She leaves us to answer our own questions rather than providing one for us.

The novel for me was a breath of fresh air among all of the other novels labeled “self help,” “inspirational” or “spiritual” because it does all of that without the prescriptions and sermons. She is comical and off beat, she tells it like it is, sometimes awkwardly and other times poetically. It is a book that is a must read for anyone who questions where their life is going and what might fulfill them. It is a book that everyone can relate to because it ponders on issues that are universal such as God, Self Awareness and your position in all of it. I love how the book is broken apart and how it is not too overwhelming of a read. I enjoyed the characters that surrounded her and instead of distracting the reader, the compliment the main character, some may be even being an extension of the main character. The book is real, sort of a reality show only in novel form. The movement of the book ebbs and flows and soothes the reader rather than crashing over the readers head.

Other Reactions

It is hard to score the internet and actually find negative reviews of any of Gilberts work, especially, Eat, Pray, Love. About.com is littered with positive reviews from readers who were truly moved by a book that was inspirational without being preachy.

From COP to CAMERA: The new INJUSTICE of SPEED CAMS

You're in the zone. Listening to your favorite jam, caught up in the rapture of melody and bass as you cruise down the boulevard. You've driven this route a million times, it's been a hard day at work, may be you had a class after work and you're tired. Your foot has applied too much pressure on the petal but you don't notice, Hell you just want to get home. It's 8pm, it's dark. All of a sudden, LIGHTNING!

A bright flash of light.

You wish it were lightning. Yea you know what just happened. Blood races to your face.

HOLY FUCK! GOD DAMN IT!

Caught by the speeding camera.

The speed limit was 30, you were going 42mph and quite frankly, you are pissed the fuck off.

It used to be a human police officer on the side of the road with a radar gun, now it's a mindless machine with a lens, watching you, photographing you...FINING YOU.

I have collected speed camera tickets like teenagers collect acne bumps but I've never gotten a speed ticket from an actual police officer. For some reason, most of us intuitively knew where those cops were hiding...lurking. At first we thought we were getting off easy, cameras several feet high atop metal poles, obvious from a half mile away, But now with portable radar cameras, they could be anywhere and they are hard to spot because they get smaller every year. Some on the fronts of inconspicuous vehicles like Range Rovers and even construction vehicles in construction zones.

Most of us are not reckless drivers, if that was the case, then the $24, 828 that Washington DC acquired in the first 8 months of 2010 from its speed camera program is otherwise alarming.

Should state governments be profiting from slightly heavy feet or actually cutting down on reckless driving?

Entrapment sucks.

People say that the solution is to simply slow down on the roads, No speeding, no ticket. But frankly, cameras are set up maliciously in areas of entrapment such as stretches of road where the speed limit suddenly drops I.E. construction zones and on the perimeters of school zones. Oftentimes, the driver is unaware that they are in a construction zone and that the speed limit has drastically dropped from 65 to 35mph or they haven't been given enough time to slow down. Other times, the driver is unaware that they are even in a school zone as conveniently, Maryland has increased the size of some of its school zones and speed limit signs prove to be deceiving.

What sucks more is that these cameras are not a product of police departments, they are owned by private companies which are usually based elsewhere. The incriminating photographs are sent off to police departments who issue the tickets. The proceeds do help local governments but millions are still going into the pockets of these private companies.

But whose getting the ticket? It's not the person driving the car, no, its the vehicle. The camera does not know who is driving the car, hasn't confronted the person and explained to them why they are being photographed, there is no due process, its just a machine with a lens and an instant assumption of guilt. Ideally, the vehicle should be paying the ticket, not you. No police force ever saw YOU speeding.

Is the camera radar equipment calibrated daily? Was it calibrated within 24 hours of your unpleasant photo shoot? If it wasn't, it is unlawful for you to receive a ticket. People have contested these tickets and won because of these premises. More people are fighting these speed camera tickets, more people are winning and more people are forced to use "photo blocker," a spray applied to the license plate that blurs the numbers and makes them unreadable in a photograph. It may save you thou$ands.

For us drivers, we know its wrong to speed and we admit, the programs work. People slow down at these cameras when they know they are there and will do so in the future after they've learned they are there the hard way. But it's upsetting to know that this new camera cop program that also catches people ignoring red lights, has become a second police force. And yes, may be it does allow cops to conduct more important crime solving business than passing out minor traffic violation tickets but it also takes cops off the roads when they could be catching drunk drivers. Yes in Maryland, police departments have taken a significant number of police officers off of street patrols in the advent of traffic camera programs.

Now stop signs, school buses and cross walks will be equipped with cameras in Maryland. What about invasion of privacy? Your suspicious spouse finds out where you were after viewing the incriminating police issued photo of you cruising down 9th street at 11pm. and after you deal with an inquisitive spouse, ask this: What about the fact that your personal property is being photographed without your damn permission?

The fact that POINTS are not issued with camera cop tickets is proof that the government is aware that the ticket issued is not 100% justifiable.

Needless to say, I am getting me a can of photo blocker. I can't afford any more of these fines, which in DC can well exceed 100 dollars for one minor moving violation.

MUSIC & MAYHEM in Real Housewives of ATL season 3

Season 3 of Real Housewives of Atlanta stood out from previous seasons with new faces; no really, Nene bought a new face! The new housewives were a trip; We got to laugh at celebrity Attorney Phaedra Parks and pity supermodel Cynthia Bailey.

Dwight seemed to be ousted by the housewives, so we THANKFULLY didn't have to be subjected to his painted face and over sized suits as much. The token gay guy was replaced by MISS LAWRENCE who has always been in the show as Sheree's friend/hairstylist but he now has become a fixture this season. The season finale exploded with the debut of his new single, "Closet Freak." As he performed it, I was an instant fan and his new club banger is forever stuck in my head. After watching his performance, I ran to I Tunes.

Sheree and her best friend Lawrence are having a great year. We didn't quite know what Sheree wanted to do with life after money...Oops I mean divorce. But in my opinion, I think she found her calling; ACTRESS! The finale revealed a Broadway Sheree! One of the casting people, a nameless chitlin' circuit actress who probably wanted the role for herself, seemed to hate on Sheree the minute she walked into the audition. She rolled her eyes, pouted her mustache and was way overly dramatic about her underwhelming feelings about Sheree's acting. Apparently her opinion wasn't the only one that mattered since my girl got the part! Quote me on this, WE WILL BE SEEING MUCH MORE OF SHEREE and it won't just be on BRAVO!

Cynthia Bailey never ceased to irk me. She comes across as a weak, emotional train wreck who seeks value of her self in other people, specifically Peter, her now HUSBAND. I was more of a fan of Peter's looks than his position as Cynthia's husband. (Even though she wore a metallic trash bag for a wedding dress and read her vows under dinosaur balls, I loved how the couple seemed genuinely in love at the ceremony) Right up until she grabbed her bouquet, She never seemed happy, the mention of her own wedding made her cry tears of misery, Peter was unemployed and demanding. OK so your man is jobless yet wants to take control of the relationship? WHAT A WEAK BITCH Cynthia is. Who am I to judge though, I don't know them, but like everyone else, I witnessed their awkward relationship on Bravo and I was hoping that Cynthia's gangsta sister and mother didn't give her that marriage license. NOW THAT WAS A G MOVE mom and sis! Tough love at it's most triflin!

Nene got on my damn nerves too. She is one hating ass bitch. As soon as Kim Zolciak gets a bit of fame and tour dates, Nene starts hating. Uh Nene, have you ever heard of Cassie or Ciara? They can't sing worth a lick yet they still have sold millions of records. Originally Nene wanted to be on "Tardy for the Party" and Kim ousted her. See ever since then, Nene has been a bitter bitch. Nene and Kim had the nerve to hate on the strippers at Cynthia's bachelorette party as if bachelorette parties are suppose to have ballerinas. (No ballerinas are reserved for BABY SHOWERS) Didn't Kim & Nene used to be strippers? Yet they look down upon male strippers at the most fitting situation for them to be apart of. And so...Nene got fame and a couple of paychecks with HER OWN name on them so I guess she figures she can divorce Greg. She has no more use for him. That's the real situation on that. Moving right on along...The women on this show don't make any damn sense, Kandi is the only one who says things out of her mouth that makes sense, that is, if you can understand what she's saying. Miss. Lawrence gave a rather accurate impression of her. In short, this season was about the falling stars of Nene and Dwight, the rise of Sheree and Miss Lawrence, the stupidity of a dumb supermodel, the lactating breasts & scandalous mouth of a hot mama Attorney & the horrible business arrangements of Kim and Kandi. I loved season 3 & I look forward to a divorced Cynthia and Nene on season 4.

What does a degree really mean?

When we go to college we expect to serve a four year sentence, hopefully learn something in that time; but the ultimate goal is to receive a diploma. This diploma is a symbol that supposedly represents an accomplishment, a transition into a better life where you can climb to new career heights. But in this economic downfall of the modern era, the symbol of a diploma, does not represent much to a lot of graduating seniors such as me. I do not project it helping my 30 year old life and as of now I only see it adding to my overwhelming debt. Student loans, years seemingly wasted in classrooms only to wait in bread lines seems rather bleak. The symbol of the diploma has become rather cynical these days. YES we all should go to college and ideally get masters degrees afterward, but realistically speaking, and fiscally speaking, it sometimes becomes more of a burden then it's worth. In my fathers time, a diploma for him as a black man meant breaking down barriers and achieving something that nobody before him in his family had before; which was sitting in a classroom full of white people and graduating with them. He was suppose to be apart of the working class, (STEREOTYPE) of black people who work all day then come home to watch "Good Times" and dance in their section eight home and liquor filled living rooms. However, my product of a single mother, project raised father didn't follow the stereotypical path assumed for him; no he went to Wilberforce University then Boston University and recently, he hosted the President of the United States at a church he is the pastor of. He grew up a stereotype but became much more than anyone expected, married with college bound children in the suburbs. I want to make him proud and someday I will, but college for me has created a wealth of debt for my family.
I would love to be a scholar, a Ph.D. talking head on MSNBC discussing offshore drilling and gay marriage, however, rising tuition costs and increasing student loan debt makes that dream impossible. What does it mean to have a title in front of your name? What does it mean to have certificates and degrees framed on your office wall? Does it make you more of a contributor to society? Does it get you V.I.P. seating in heaven?
For my sweet aging my mother, a diploma represents for her also aging son, finally becoming something and making her proud. For the aging son, it represents oncoming years of debt, the stress of having to pay back thousands of dollars of student loans.
I am graduating in May, yes I am happy about it, but I wonder, what does it really mean to be a college graduate?

LINKS

Stephen Krewson "What's the point of college?" http://www.dailypennsylvanian.com/node/57743

Janet Stemwedel "What's the point of a college education?" http://scienceblogs.com/ethicsandscience/2006/10/whats_the_point_of_a_college_e.php

Laura Petrecca, USA TODAY "Toughest test comes after graduation: getting a job" http://www.usatoday.com/money/economy/employment/2010-05-19-jobs19_CV_N.htm

Conspicuous Consumption: BLACKS Bewitched by Celebrity Materialism

KANYE WEST is an arrogant, rich, Illuminati sorcerer, who is using his fame and money to glorify himself religiously & to lead the masses to brain bankruptcy. He paid $200K for a solid 18K gold watch that no doubt has his ugly face displayed on it in DIAMONDS. West may think that diamonds are forever but they really aren't. West nor anyone else on this earth, cannot take diamonds with themselves in death.

West isn't the only sorcerer bewitching billions of blacks into an LSD-like dependency on materialism. The hallucination of happiness has injected itself into the veins of our youth from nation to nation due to Usher, Jay Z & the plethora of others who are machines for the CEO greeds.

Blacks aren't the only materialists? Not all blacks are materialists you say? TRUE but who are the biggest consumers in America? Blacks. Whose music videos typically worship materialism? BLACKS (HIP HOP) Who owns the Hip Hop industry? WHITES. Who owns the major retail? WHITES.

Example

Oh but wait!!! Jay Z has own profitable clothing line, "ROCAWEAR"

But who does Rocawear report to and make richer?

ICONIX

Who is the head of Iconix?

Neil Cole.

What race is he?

WHITE.

Who does Rocawear market to?

Blacks and those who want to be black.

Backwards.

It infuriates me that our people have been so successfully brainwashed, not all of us, but enough of us to create a race in debt and behind the white race economically.

Before you focus on a car to transport your family, you focus on the chrome rims to decorate it. You focus on tinted windows instead of a paid Geico bill.

What happens to a people that are constantly bombarded with media messages of materialism and stereotypes that are commonly delivered by our own people?

SLAVERY

The media has an idea of what makes a good nigger

A good friend is someone who doesn't snitch, a good car is one with candy paint and 24 inch rims, a good watch is not one that simply tells time so that you can read it, but is one that costs thousands of dollars and lights the night sky. A good nigger is one who calls themselves a "nigga"

True Religion jeans are appropriately named because this new religion is that of materialism. We worship the retail giants while acting as if the clothing is FOR US BY US. We act as if we are individuals while we wear the same sagging $250 dollar jeans that Tyrone spent his rent money on.

Currently, people of all races, step over homeless people in the street, refuse them spare change as they wear the new craze, "HOMELESS JEANS" that are made to look cheap and dirty but which cost over 400 dollars. Usher and Jay Z, two major sorcerers for the Illuminati, are glamorizing these overpriced jeans which real homeless people would never seek to get because they've worn a pair of 20 dollar jeans that look the same as the 400 dollar ones. The unfortunate people who made the jeans got paid 2 bucks to make them while the 400 dollar profit goes to the puppet masters in pants suits and Rolex'es.

The bullshit is overflowing our coffee mugs, every morning, the first thing we see on TV is what we don't have, transformed into what we want to have. The sell spell continues, black people are the targets. Told subliminally not to shop at Target, it's too corny and not expensive enough. The whites can get the discount, while we get the mark up.

We need to wake up and see what we are worth. We are worth something decent rather than something that is costly. We are worth more than a pair of 200 dollar Nike's.

Lebron James, Michael Jordan and the rest of the hoop dream sorcerers have made black young men as obsessed with shoes as women. My God brother almost killed himself in an auto accident trying to get the latest basketball shoe craze last Christmas. Woke up at 4am and ended up in the ER. Our basketball culture has created a materialism and stereotypical obsession with the NIGGAS BALLING ASSOCIATION.

Just like Jay Z, Lebron James is a sorcerer for the Illuminati slave masters. Bewitching young black men into spending mama's money on a pair of shoes that dictate what black men are good at; "Hoop Dreams." We know we are good at running a nation, developing peanut butter products and designing the nations capital; but what the media messages imply is that we are only good at throwing balls and making bastards with our balls.

Be an individual rather than a walking advertisement for CEO heads who use your brain bankruptcy to cash in.