Racist Cartoons

I was on YouTube today, looking up cartoons that I used to love. Tom and Jerry is one of my favorite toons, racist as it could be, yet I love them to this day.

Merry Melodies are very racist too and I didn't realize how much, until today.

Because they have a lot of singing and dancing, I'd turn the volume down and let the cartoons dance to some modern music and then marvel at how oddly they stay on beat.

As I browsed, I came across a cartoon with an odd name, so I clicked it. I couldn't believe the straight and continuous racism. It saddened me to tears when I realized that it was very similar to the mess that was going on (and publicized) when Obama first got into office.

I noticed how they portrayed ALL black men and boys. How they portrayed ALL FAT black women and how they portrayed the sexy singing women. They even cheapened their "better" portrayal by making their skirts see through.

I'm glad their doing better, but I'm sad that this kind of thinking is not yet in the past.

I'm posting the cartoon because I'm interested in your thoughts. I would love some of you who silently read, to give me your thoughts on this, especially from different cultures.

WARNING: This cartoon contains extreme racial stereotyping. Shown here for historical and educational purposes and to promote discussion.

Ma'am, Get Ya Damn Kid...

Thirteen days into the challenge and my regular readers know I work part time in a nursery.

Apparently 3 of the new regulars never leave their mother, despite the fact the oldest is 4. When she drops them off, at least 2 of them go into crying fits.

The oldest usually has a screaming fit and I just look at him and ask if he's through. He usually screams NO! Then I take him to the bathroom and stand in the doorway and tell him to get it out of his system because I'm not listening to that mess all night.

He screams for about 5 minutes and when I still just stand there and look at him, he'll say he's done and he'll be cool for about an hour.

Well, tonight the other worker put him in time out because he swung on her and he sat down, then stood back up and threw a chair.

I stood up and said, "Have you lost your fuckin' mind?" I proceed to take off my belt and tear them legs up, slam his ass in the chair and dare him to open his mouth again

Ok, well, that was the scenario in my head. Realistically, I checked on the little boy whose hand the chair nipped and seeing he was fine, I concentrated on the child throwing the fit.

I picked him up and isolated him from the others and called the building supervisor. Had him sit with the child while the other worker tended to the other 18 kids and went and found his mother.

When I walked up to her (remember, she has 3) she said "What did ___________ do?" Wow, she knew exactly which child it was.

I told her what happened and that he had to go and probably wouldn't be allowed back in the nursery.

We get back up there, this fool-child done stood up to my 6'4 cousin who I KNOW had the same scenario in his head (Hey, we ARE family!)and screamed NO to his kneecaps.

Do you think she made him apologize? Hell no!

Do you think she apologized for his behavior? Hell no!

Did she even check on the little boy he hit? Hell no!

She picked up her kids and dipped.

I was stuck with paperwork. I completed it and really thought about it.

If that boy is 4 and is standing up to 6'4, he is a hoodlum in the making. He doesn't have a chance.

Why don't people realize they're doing a disservice by not correcting their kids. Providing some kind of discipline?

I started off a spanker when my kids were young, but I had different kind of kids.

My oldest had ADHD and it wasn't really fair to spank him for something he couldn't control, but that negro was strong because if he clowned at school, he walked a mile. If he wanted to hit? He did the dying cockroach (on the floor, hands up and feet up til I said down).

He wanted to talk back? Back against the wall and slide down 1-2 inches and stay until you stop talking back. One time his ass just haaaad to keep having the last word and he was up there for like 15 minutes. Pissed me off. Just shut the hell up! I kinda felt bad for him, because he had cramps in his thighs at bed time. I am not going to be controlled by a kid. I'm not going to use the fact that I'm an adult, to bully you and I will give you a chance to have your say, but dammit, you're GOING to respect me and I'm definitely respecting you.

My youngest. Maaaan...When I did spank, I wasn't chasing. You either touch your toes or lay across the bed, got 1-3 swats (never more) and that was it. I don't know what this little dude did this particular time, but he was laying across the bed. I'd swatted twice and he looked over his shoulder and said "Are you done yet?" In my head I said "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!?!?!!?" Man, I couldn't do anything but walk away.

I stopped spanking, but didn't stop disciplining. You have to have rules. Kids who grow up with no rules and no fear of consequences make for (dare I say) terrorists. Not necessarily in another country or anything, but that's what I call people who have no respect for life, no respect for anything. They're no good to anyone, including themselves.

Now this little boy and his brothers? I was really trying to work with, but now I can't...Hopefully someone, somewhere will care enough to try and give these children some kind of guidance in their lives or there are years of frustration and no sense of belonging to come.

Reeeeeal Random -Short and Sweet

I can't fathom being stuck in a mine for 67 days.

I flat ironed my hair after being natural for a year. I have one section that has stayed straight after 4 washes. WTF?

I love my kids, but sometimes I sure don't like em!

I've lost 67 lbs. since 10/20/09. I love my lapband surgeon, she's SO supportive!

I love my regular Dr. too. We grew up together.

I'm almost over whatever I had.

I'm getting off now, so I can do a sinus rinse before dialysis.

*in my Russell Simmons voice* Good night and God bless.

Mooncrickets and Heauxs

Disclaimer: I vowed that if I googled any of these names and a pic came up, I'd use it. Hence the Obama Moon Cricket.

These late night posts don't seem to have a whole lot of substance. I think this will be my last one. My mind needs to be fresh.

I was lying in bed earlier and thinking of some of the names my friends and I frequently use, that I'm almost positive they made up. If they didn't, they perfected the use of them.

Reminds me of my Dad.

I know ThugRockStar is the King of Buttery Motherfuckers (you know that's pronounced Mufukkas, right? LOL) and Moon Crickets.



AlwaysSilky has perfected the use of heaux and hoodboogerishness and a few others I can't think of right this second.

A good friend of mine will call someone a buffarilla in a heartbeat and she's usually talking about someone who looks EXACTLY how that sounds.

My Dad, often called Pretty Ricky, he'll change your whole damn name. He always reminded me of Bill Cosby growing up, except he'll cuss you out.

When you've fucked up and he's about to step in your ass, he say "Hey cousin...Cousin Peaches, do I look like I want to heat/cool the outside? Close the damn door."

Or if he's getting in your ass and your response is too low? "Whispering Smith, would you care to speak up so the rest of the world can join the conversation?"

My youngest brother used to dance all the time and my Dad would either call him "Huckabuck" or "Dancing Harry".

If he really got pissed though, he wouldn't bother naming you. He'd just threaten to kick the cowboy shit out of you. Whatever that is...

Just Peeking In...

I'm still under the weather.

Me and my Sister's Bears won! My Daddy's Skins won!

Today really consisted of Hallmark Channel, two sinus rinses, watching a couple of gator hunting families on the History channel and roasting a turkey breast.

About to go watch the rest of Desperate Housewives.

Hopefully things will be back to normal soon.

Just Creepy

This post won't be very long as I'm under the weather a bit. It's the change in weather.

I, Afrodeezha, have a clown phobia. Ever since I saw It and saw a show on John Wayne Gacy's life (he lived in my town at one point). I just don't do 'em. I've passed this on to my children too.

As much as I hate clowns, I hate the Burger King more. That thing is just creepy x 100. I don't know what it is about it.

I just saw a commercial where you can order a BK pillow that has a menu on one side and the King on the other. Who does that? Really?

I know who won't be...

Hah, made it by midnight my time!

His Name Might As Well Be Dr. Quack

It has been a helluva day.

I woke up at dialysis this morning, to post nasal drip. That almost always starts with a cough, progresses to a sore throat and stuffy nose and ends with Tonsilitis. Yay.

Got home. Started brushing my teeth. Looked down in the sink and it looked like a CSI crime scene. My arm gets wrapped after dialysis and I usually cover it, shower and head to work.

No, this morning I had to take off my dressing, rewrap it and change clothes-with one hand.

My kids get queasy, but my youngest did tear tape for me.

While I'm sanitizing the sink, he comes back in and tells me his skateboard injury from days before, is getting worse.

So I make an appointment to see the Dr. mid-morning.

I take him to school. I go to work.

I take him to his appointment and she concludes with a sports hernia. Basically stay off the skateboard and light activity til Monday. Cool.

I take him home before taking him back to school. He sits down to eat lunch, then goes to stand and he can't stand up straight without pain. I tell him to just stay home and I go back to work, calling the Dr. on the way.

They call me back about 30 minutes after I get to work and want me to take him to the ER for xrays.

Out of habit, I go to the hospital my old insurance required me to go to. I regret it almost immediately, but he's already registered. This is around 2..

He finally gets into sono at 6!! Freakin' ridiculous!

I almost left and went to an express care, but I wasn't sure if my insurance would pay for both, so I stayed.

The Dr. was annoying. He kept asking the exact same questions, repeatedly. My son even got annoyed and he makes it a point to annoy everyone as much as he can. Almost like a drunk or high mofo.

Well after the sonogram shows no hernia, is when he repeatedly asked where it hurt? When did it start? How was his pee?

After coming to NO CONCLUSION and asking how painful it was (my son said since he'd been laying down, only when they poked him) this mofo writes my son a script for coedine. FOR WHAT?

After scratching his head for the better part of 20 minutes, he said, I'd like to do a CT Scan. We'll shoot him with a dye and we can rule out appendicitis. Hold up! How'd we go from nothing to this? He says it could be in the very, very early stages.

Well at this point, I don't trust him and don't at all like how he's pushing this on me.

I decline. Then he says these words: "I understand that traditionally, your culture teaches boys to be tough and your son is probably in more pain than he's saying."

ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!?! DID YOU REALLY JUST SAY THAT SHIT TO ME? In my head, I'm thinking of the higher ups that I know personally, that run that ER and when I will see them to tell them this shit. I cut him off and ask if I need to sign something to decline treatment, so I can get the hell out.

We finally walk in the door at 9 pm on the dot. I am sick and tired of the hospital!