” A mob of shoppers rushing for a sale on DVD players trampled the first woman in line and knocked her unconscious as they scrambled for the shelves at a Wal-Mart Supercenter.

Patricia VanLester had her eye on a $29 DVD player, but when the siren blared at 6 a.m. Friday announcing the start to the post-Thanksgiving sale, the 41-year-old was knocked to the ground by the frenzy of shoppers behind her.

“She got pushed down, and they walked over her like a herd of elephants,” said VanLester’s sister, Linda Ellzey. “I told them, `Stop stepping on my sister! She’s on the ground!

Paramedics called to the store found VanLester unconscious on top of a DVD player, surrounded by shoppers seemingly oblivious to her, said Mark O’Keefe, a spokesman for EVAC Ambulance. ” more . . .
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See, that’s that bullshit right there. How do you just go about trampling over a person to save a few dollars on a cheap ass DVD player? This woman had waited since 3:30 a.m. to secure her place in line and peeps just decided to stampede over her 41 year old body, like some damn savages. I guess they were like “Damn a human life! Johnny really needs this DVD player! ” And to add insult to injury, when Wal-Mart called to apologize to Patricia VanLester, they graciously let her know that they would “Put a DVD player on hold for her”.

Hold? You mean to tell me this woman waited in line, at the crack of dawn, for hours and hours, only to be trampled by some thirsty ass wilderbeasts in YOUR store - And you tell her “Sorry” and you’ll “hold” a DVD player for when she recovers? Well thank you very much Wal-Mart. Thanks for nothing. You would think they would have at least offered her a FREE DVD player and maybe even thrown in a few DVD’s to go along with it. Damn! Situations as such make ya wanna “rollback” ya arm “Popeye style” and unleash a big fat upper cut to the the chins of your offenders.

This is one of the many reasons why I am really beginning to dread the Holiday season. The whole commercial aspect Christmas of it has gotten completely out of control. It’s funny how these stores can afford to lower their prices for one day. They pretend like they are doing us a favor, but the reality is they are screwing us over the rest of the year.

And who said I’m suppose to go out a buy you something because it’s the 25th of December?

i love. . .
pay day
shopping
cheescake
laughing my azz off
new york city
to be loved
bubble baths
family & friends
tulips in the spring
the sound music
puppies and bunnies and all things innocent

i find it in . . .

a comfy bed on a rainy day
free time all to myself
a baby sleeping
incense burning
a great pedicure
not having to pay . . .
understanding i’m not perfect and accepting it
having all the bills paid with money left over to spend

i’m filled with happiness when . . .
making you happy
watching my son grow into a strong and intelligent young man
being thought of in a special way
spending summer days at the beach
traveling when i can
fading a bottle of baileys irish cream
looking better in my dress than you do
finding money in a unforgotten pocket, just when i need it most.

*pics taken via phone cam november 27th 2003

The Show Show

This past Saturday I got my boogie on.
I let my backbone slip and my hands sway to the rhythm. After a few drinks, I broke it down and started doing the “The WHOP”. Watch ya’ll know about that right there? Aint no shame in the chicks game. After all, how could you not get your motherphuckin’ hands up in the presence one of the most talented and well respected DJ’s in Hip Hop history? Yes, yes yall ! The legendary Grandmaster Flash came thru to rock the house in a B-Boy stance! Flash was cuttin’ it up live and we were cordially invited to let loose with the ultimate Hip-Hop, R B, and classic back-in-the-day joints to be specially performed for our partying pleasure. Before he even got warmed up, he let it be known that ” Any individuals suffering form that disease called “Too-Cool- Idis” could get fuck out of the building, immediately !” He started off at 1975 and brought is all the way current. My favorite musical selection? Redman’s “Time For Some Aksun”. Damn that song got me pumped!

And just to some extra, extra dope-a-licious flava to the house party atmosphere, Cali’s own Pharcyde dropped a few buckets of blood, sweat and skills much to my delight. Of course they got off with the likes of “Yo Mama” - “Runnin” and the classic “She Keeps On Passing Me By” The show was hot! GMF and the Pharcyde were doing it to me after dark, with the strobe lights on. *bling bling*

“White People Like Hip Hop Too - Get Over It!” Um, maybe I will, maybe I won’t.

Now before I go any further, I have to get some shit off of my chest. By all means, the concert was all the way live. It was well organized and it was worth the money. But, something kept fucking with me. Yeah, something was partially distracting me the entire time. Something was resting in the back of my mind, between finger snaps and head bobbing: A large majority of the crowd was white. White as the driven snow. White as white rice. White - white- white ! It was a total “whiteout”. It was an Ivory Coup. As a matter of fact, there were 75 white people to every one person of color. There was a sea of white folks with there hands in the air and getting their groove on.

The trend of the evening is what I refer to as the “New Millennium Mullet” . You know, that shaggy hair style that Ashton Kutcher favors? Pharell-esque “Trucker Hats” were all the rage too.

And when Grand Master Flash dropped House of Pains 1991 hit “Jump Around” the crowd really got rowdy-rowdy -bout it bout! . My initial reaction was to be majorly irritated, then I had to laugh. I’m sorry, but it look so commercial and silly too me. Everybody looked so happy to be there. Shiny, smiley, faces were everywhere. It was so corny. I almost wanted fight to break out so that I would feel more at home.

Some body did almost get their lights punched out though. Out of nowhere, I was given a hug by some drunk white boy. He hugged me from behind. I turned around on some WTF??? I was shook. I had to check him. Then he followed me to the bar, steadily trying to mack on me. His drunk ass wasn’t taking NO for an answer, either. He kept pointing to the Sean John logo on his shirt and telling me “This is Sean John, baby”. No matter how I did or didn’t respond to “White Chocolate” it just wasn’t sinking in. He wouldn’t move around for shit! Just in time his friends came to bail him out. “We’re sorry, he’s drunk.” Yeah, no shit Sherlock!!

OMG!!!! Your statements are so racist! Very crude. How can she be so negative? Hip Hop music is for everybody! Nobody is trying to steal your culture! What gives you the right to say these things? I don’ t like your weblog anymore, Saucy Dame. You’re a “hater”!

Yeah, I know. But I can’t lie, that’s the way I felt at the time. Hell that’s the way I feel now, but maybe a little bit less. If you would like to review both sides of the coin you can checkout this link - “Whites Like Hip Hop Too” One thing I will say is, Why wasn’t they more representation from my community? If it would have been Lil John and the East Side Boyz or some bullshyt like that, the house would have been packed from the window to the wall! And does anybody really give a damn? Probably not. It was just an oberservation that I made. So moving right along. . .

Also in the house that evening was my homeboy “Mujah Messiah” and a host of others.

Overall it was a interesting time. God bless Hip Hop and Minnesota.

The End.

Related Links:
TwizzleZizzle
D.U. NATION
Black People Love Us

A lil bit of trivia - Grand Master Flash is 48 years old.