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.

The Antisocial Network

"Friends"

That term is ambiguous in the modern era of soul-less profiles of the social networks. Cell phone contact lists are rarely used for conversations, but more frequently used for texting with a broken up cyberspace language which rarely reveals individuality and sincerity.

LOL :) Takes the place of the exchange of laughter between two friends. It replaces the individuality of your facial expressions which can only translate between two best friends.

Best friends are reduced to two grains of sand in a sea of profiles which rarely use a real name or a real personality.

Is it the fate of the social network to drain the social skills of generations?

Friends hang out at the mall, I phones/Blackberries in hand, communicating with their other friends while in the presence of their friends. It is safe to say, that mans best friend has become a gadget, filled with cartoons.

I only have one real friend who calls my phone with real extended conversation at least three times a week. Others dwindle on the social networks, asking me to send #s to their inbox's to reveal how they feel about me. And on the phone, instead of conversing with me, They lethargically text yellow faces that look nothing like them. I am left liking their status and a phone full of yellow faces.

I can no longer hangout with anyone and expect their full undivided attention, I can expect a jingle to interrupt our conversation at least once every two minutes. Facebook, Twitter, Instant Messaging and Texting abruptly deflate all feelings of appreciation, sincerity and bond.

We multiply our friends lists while our dining room table sits empty. With 2000 friends we will be sure to have an audience. But the audience doesn't speak, it only applauds.

We spend our time, peeking into other people's lives, pretending we are apart of them while they secretly do the same thing. We are only as special as the pictures we post or the clever tweets we display.

Friendship, it could mean anything in the age of the social network, where being social has taken on a less social meaning. Where hanging out on Friday night needs only start with one application on Facebook and one Tweet pic away from, "Look at what I did last night." And last night, you met another internet disaster, during a Yahoo Groups meeting at the club where you happened to meet a middle aged librarian from E Harmony. She was supposed to be 25 in spaghetti straps...

Our lives are no longer private. We display them for the entire world to gawk at. For people to SHARE and your identity spreads like a virus, your loneliness successfully disguised by a "TOP 8" on MySpace when you know it's only your "TOP 5" on T Mobile who actually know your last name but who didn't make the social networks friends list cut. How backwards.

We all want to feel special and we all want to be POPULAR. The social networking age has effected the baby boomers who reinvent themselves at 50, becoming a popular comedian with a friends list of 3000 from 30 different nations. However the 90s babies and beyond, are only keen to this cyberspace existence. They don't know how to write a love letter in class, they only know how to send a "flirty face" on text.

Who are we becoming? Who really cares about you? When everyone is listed as a friend, to whom do you turn to for comfort?

Interview with Beyonce....and "Family"

Isayaah Parker: Beyonce, it is a pleasure to meet you and thanks for inviting me to your home! I feel honored that you're giving a rookie journalist like me a face-to-face interview for my new magazine, "DIVAFIED"

Beyonce: Rookie journalist? Nigga please. You said you write for Vanity Fair you lying ass stunt queen. What is a DIVAFIED magazine? You can get out of my mansion with that bullshit and take your dusty 90s tape recorder with you.

Isayaah Parker: Girl bye! I would love to get up out of this mansion. Your camel toe is stinking up this joint and its getting in my clothes, or is that your husband I smell? Crawling around in his cage. You only let him out for public appearances. Who let that camel out of Africa anyway?

Beyonce: Mathew, come get this hoe!

Mathew: Little faggot, raise up out of here, or I will blackball you from the entire media. You won't even be able to write for Mediatakeout once I'm done with you.

Isayaah Parker: Mathew, you know good and well Solonge is you and Beyonce's retarded baby. That's why she can't grow no hair. Take a moment and climb out of Beyonce's pussy and start paying attention to Tina's cobwebs.

Mathew: It's Mr. Knowles and me and Beyonce aint have no babies. But stay away from her pussy, it's mine!

Solonge: What the fuck is going on here? Mama, I mean Beyonce, can I have 20 bucks to go to the movies?

Beyonce: Bitch who the fuck said you can go to the movies? I told you to stay in your room. Where is my....umm....nephew?

Solonge: He's sick of seeing you; always holding him hostage on hay rides around your dry ass lace front with Joe Camel. He thinkin you his mama.

Mathew: You know Beyonce can't have any children, the least you can do is let her raise yours.

Beyonce: Umm hello, we got a journalist in the room! Shhh.....

Isayaah Parker: I knew it, bitch you aint no 20 something. Menopausal bitch. Looking like you were the House Slave that Harriet Tubman couldn't stand. Jay Z is probably younger than you. What's Kelly Rowland doing here?

Kelly Rowland: I'm here to set the record straight. Mathew is my daddy. He fucked my brokedown mama while she was working as a nanny at the Knowles compound. Mathew aint never done shit and Beyonce, you can kiss my bony cripsy black ass after you hand me my check!

Beyonce: Mr. Kelly please. You looking like an anorexic Serena Williams but manlier. Now take off that wack ass wig and un-tuck your dick, the cameras aren't here. My toilet needs to be cleaned, I just had diarreah and a period at the same time.

Kelly Rowland: Heffa please, you stopped having periods when you were making hoes "Say YOUR name." You dusty ass industry whore. I hope you fall down some more steps and go brain damaged. Then I'm gon' sell your gray pubic hairs on EBAY!

Isayaah Parker: Beyonce, why do you have that haystack on your head? You look like the scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz with that stupid look you always got on your face. Beyonce, how do you feel about global warming?

Beyonce: Global warming? I'm a Christian woman, I don't do those sorts of things.

Kelly Rowland: You stupid uneducated hoe. You know nothing about everything. Latoya just pulled up and she about to read you better than Jennifer Hudson did on the set of Dreamgirls.

Latoya Luckett: Beyonce, I've had enough of your non singing ass. I can sing circles around you and you know it. That's why you and your daddy always blackballing me. You scared cuz you know I will upstage you at any award show you raggedy ass bitch. Still wearin your mama's House of Disaster threads I see. I woulda thought with those millions you would at least get some Jimmy Choos, cuz them square toe heels make you look like a horse, or is it that dry ass weave you got sticking out of your neck. Rihanna is making you look like the clearance aisle of Marshalls while she paints Mac lipstick on your husbands camel dick.

Isayaah Parker: I have Keri Hilson on speaker. She has a question for Beyonce.

Keri Hilson: Beyonce you lying ass whore. I wrote 3 songs for you and you acting like you wrote them shits. You untalented bitch, me and Neyo been writing your shit while Latoya Luckett and Kelly Rowland been ad libbing your shit behind the scenes.

Beyonce: Bitch I told you before don't come for me! I thought I sent you to Singapore. Don't come for my voice. You sound like a ghetto Miley Cyrus in "Turning me On." Looking like an overgrown weed with eye balls. Bitch, you will never be on my level. Bow down like the rest of these bitches.

Tina Knowles: Anyone want some Creole biscuits?

Kelly Rowland: Fuck your biscuits you old Cowella Deville, Joker looking, curtain wearing Devil worshipper! How the fuck you owned a hair salon and you and Beyonce's kitchen is looking like Whoopie Goldberg's armpits?! Lookin like yall bought all the leftover wigs from the Beauty Supply store in the 9th ward of New Orleans after the hurricane.

Tina Knowles: Look hoe, I raised you, gave you some coin, you need to take your manly ass back to the white gay club. They the only ones whose checking for you.

Letoya Luckett: Where the fuck is my check? It's been over 10 years and a bitch is hungry!

Mathew: Bitch, the unemployment office is in my bedroom. Sit on my bed and take off everything but your tampon. Oh shit, what the fuck this hoe want? I thought I admitted her to the Los Angeles Zoo.

Michelle Williams: I escaped. A bitch is hungry, Tina, hand over that plate of biscuits.

Beyonce: Looking like a telephone pole with a hot air balloon on top.

Michelle Williams: Bitch you wish you was slender like me with your celluite and saggy ass titties.

Beyonce: Bitch don't come for my titties, you flat chested, whiny voiced, last minute Destiny's Child backup dancer.

Michelle Williams: I will fuck you up B! Say something else!

Isayaah Parker: I think I have all the information I need for the article.

Mathew: Security! Hold him down while I inject him. This is going to hurt Mr. Parker. Hand me the tape recorder.....

Kelly Rowland: I'm writing a book.

Mathew: Oh yea, grab these heffas too.

MY BIG FAT GAY WEDDING

As a kid I had a sneaking suspicion that I wasn't "normal," aka, heterosexual. This feeling was no more pronounced than when something possessed me to write Sean a love letter in the first grade. I bet he's a hottie now!

I was born this way; GAY. Only I can know that, other people try and tell me that it's impossible or that if I tried a vagina, I would be turned out. (Specifically, their vagina)

The fucked up thing is that as a kid, I always fantasized about marrying a woman. Yes a fair skinned black woman with degrees and long hair. A big house with kids running around and calling me daddy. I wonder how I was able to have a crush on Sean and still be able to fantasize about a wife?

I'll tell you how, because I never saw anything else, I was never told that it was normal to take a husband or to merely embrace my sexuality. Instead, I was just told about Adam and some bitch named Eve. My dad would talk about my future wife, introduce me to girls while winking and all of my entertainment "role models" had heterosexual relationships.

Now in my 20's I live in world that's engaging in political warfare over gay marriage, people on podiums and pulpits talking about protecting the "SANCTITY OF MARRIAGE."

I was blessed to be adopted by a loving husband and wife couple and I always saw my parents as having a sanctified marriage, even though I was never a religious person, I have always noticed something divine about their union. However the divinity and sanctity of "normal" heterosexual marriages has not been apparent in overall society.

Most of my childhood friends had parents who were undergoing divorce or separation. In my eyes, heterosexual's haven't been the gleaming examples of marriage themselves.

The hypocrisy of it all is so glaring, yet politicians and preachers still have the audacity to rain this bullshit down on us. Acting as if gay marriage will be the end of the world as we know it.

Homophobia seems to be the last form of bigotry still allowed in popular culture.

Well everyone, brace yourselves, because the gays are here and they want to get married.

Yes our civilization will crumble and turn to anarchy as married gays parade the streets with their adopted kids who no doubt will grow up to be just like their heathen parents.

Oh yes, every child needs a father and mother figure they say, yet so many kids grow up in single family households already, so many kids are traumatized by separated and divorcing parents yet two women or two men can't raise kids as a stable couple? Why then is gay marriage deemed not sanctified and when was marriage sanctified?

If we are still on planet earth, marriage throughout history originated with "ARRANGED MARRIAGES" where families would marry off the daughter to a rich husband in order to ensure the elite status of the bloodline and to provide economic security for the woman. The woman could not create her own wealth so she had to marry a knight in shining armor to make her fit into society.

Men throughout history would take on many wives and this practice is still prevalent today, so is paying a dowry to the other family, which is pretty much the bride's family paying money to the grooms family before the marriage.

What's so sanctified about the skyrocketing divorce rates in America? What's so sanctified about drunken wedding chapel weddings in Vegas that are annulled two days later when the couple is sober?

Look, I'm not clamoring to get married, I'm just sick of the hypocrisy. I no longer dream about a mini van and a long hair, fair skinned wife, I'm not Ken and Barbie can kiss my ass.

I just think its fucked up that as a kid I was aware that I could never marry someone who I was in love with. I had to put on a tuxedo and meet a white veiled woman at the altar to please my parents or I could run away to West Hollywood. (Even in West Hollywood I couldn't meet a tuxedo at the altar.)

Too many men get married to women just because it's the NORM and what ends up happening is the down-low phenomenon which I'll save for another blog.

We need to stop preaching about what's sanctified and start talking about what's realistic.

God had nothing to do with Britney Spears being married to her friend in Vegas for under an hour, God had nothing to do with Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston shooting up crack while their daughter was neglected in her bedroom, God has nothing to do with the history of marriage which has always been a financial arrangement, a sexist exploitation of women and a contract that means nothing in the end.

My dad is a preacher and he is AGAINST gay marriage. Too bad he has a lesbian daughter and a gay son. And too bad he doesn't see his own children as equal.

But hey, I'm not a gay marriage activist, I am merely an activist against bullshit and hypocrisy.

Look my fellow humans, be honest, Just say you don't want gays to get married because you see them as less equal, rather than saying you're trying to protect the sanctity of marriage. Just admit that you hate us. Just reach down into your black heart and pull out that big blood clot of BIGOTRY and OWN IT!

If the worlds heterosexuals can have Vegas weddings, multiple wives, pay dowry's, get divorces and flaunt their husbands millions on the REAL HOUSEWIVES OF HYPOCRISY, then homosexuals need to be afforded the same sanctified opportunities.

Come on people, at least admit that it would be funny to see a gay version of BRIDEZILLA on tv.