A school in California sent a few students home on May 5, because the Hispanic principal at the school felt it was disrespectful for students to wear red, white and blue and clothes with the American flag depicted on the day of a Mexican holiday .
Oh. Em. Gee. What the heck is going on here people? Please keep in mind that the school's dress code does NOT prohibit wearing clothes with the American flag depicted nor the colors red, white & blue.
First of all, Cinco de Mayo is an American fueled holiday geared to make people spend money on booze and trinkets. Kind of like most holidays celebrated in America. Cinco de Mayo isn't even a big deal in Mexico. So why in the name of sanity is there an uproar in a California school about kids wearing the colors of the American flag.
Why are we always so much more concerned with how other people feel over the concerns of our own feelings, families and traditions.
The anti-Christmas rally faltered after retailers tried to keep the Christ out of Christmas and attempted to make that time of year all about greeting the season. The backlash from Americans was too much of a force to be reckoned with, so they "allowed" the Christ back in.
But now we're saying its wrong to display the colors of the American flag because we choose to celebrate a third rate Mexican holiday? Really?
Seriously. What is really going on here?
http://www.nbcbayarea.com/news/local-beat/Students-Wearing-American-Flag-Shirts-Sent-Home-92945969.html
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Pick Your Battles
Black People Must Leave, NJ Walmart Announcer Says
WASHINGTON TOWNSHIP, N.J. – A Walmart store announcement ordering black people to leave brought chagrin and apologies Wednesday from leaders of the company, which has built a fragile trust among minority communities.
A male voice came over the public-address system Sunday evening at a store in Washington Township, in southern New Jersey, and calmly announced: “Attention, Walmart customers: All black people, leave the store now.”
Shoppers in the store at the time said a manager quickly got on the public-address system and apologized for the remark. And while it was unclear whether a rogue patron or an employee was responsible for the comment, many customers expressed their anger to store management.
“I want to know why such statements are being made, because it flies in the face of what we teach our children about tolerance for all,” said Sheila Ellington, who was in the store at the time with a friend. “If this was meant to be a prank, there’s only one person laughing, and it’s not either one of us.”
Ellington, of Monroe, and her friend Patricia Covington said they plan to boycott the retailer until they’re assured the issue has been addressed so it doesn’t happen again.
What I want to know is, even after management quickly apologized to everyone and you know WalMart welcomes EVERYBODY’S money, why are you boycotting the store?
There are stupid, ig’nant people everywhere. There’s not much we can do about that. What if it happened at your child’s school or at your job. Would those things cease?
They don’t even know if it was an employee or a customer. AND it’s not like the person used the “n” word or said, “all y’all are funky”.
You just can’t stop the stupid, but lets not join them.
WASHINGTON TOWNSHIP, N.J. – A Walmart store announcement ordering black people to leave brought chagrin and apologies Wednesday from leaders of the company, which has built a fragile trust among minority communities.
A male voice came over the public-address system Sunday evening at a store in Washington Township, in southern New Jersey, and calmly announced: “Attention, Walmart customers: All black people, leave the store now.”
Shoppers in the store at the time said a manager quickly got on the public-address system and apologized for the remark. And while it was unclear whether a rogue patron or an employee was responsible for the comment, many customers expressed their anger to store management.
“I want to know why such statements are being made, because it flies in the face of what we teach our children about tolerance for all,” said Sheila Ellington, who was in the store at the time with a friend. “If this was meant to be a prank, there’s only one person laughing, and it’s not either one of us.”
Ellington, of Monroe, and her friend Patricia Covington said they plan to boycott the retailer until they’re assured the issue has been addressed so it doesn’t happen again.
What I want to know is, even after management quickly apologized to everyone and you know WalMart welcomes EVERYBODY’S money, why are you boycotting the store?
There are stupid, ig’nant people everywhere. There’s not much we can do about that. What if it happened at your child’s school or at your job. Would those things cease?
They don’t even know if it was an employee or a customer. AND it’s not like the person used the “n” word or said, “all y’all are funky”.
You just can’t stop the stupid, but lets not join them.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Atlanta Idol Auditions
After watching the first hour of Idol in Atlanta, I must say that I’m a little disappointed. With all the music moguls we have associated with our fair city, this is what we get?
Dewone Robinson and his original hot mess adaptation of cats in heat. Absolutely dreadful.
Television host, Christy SomebodyOrAnother with her goofy 4-1-1 The Show gesture. She had the unmitigated gall to take Pat Benatar’s Love is a Battlefield and blow the dang song to smithereens. Simon appropriately commented that her show should be called 9-1-1.
And Jesse Hamilton. God bless him. Long, skinny, country kid who apparently inherited George Washington’s wooden teeth. I could barely understand what he was saying because the kid barely opened his mouth. Mary J. cracked two ups before the poor child even started singing, and I was a little disappointed in her for that. But then the kid . . . well, I’ll say he sang just to get on with it, but singing ain’t what he did. It was supposed to be a Garth Brooks song, but it sounded more like something from Garth of Wayne’s World. And no, it was not excellent. At that point, I felt Mary’s pain.
Moving on to Hollywood from the first Atlanta hour is energetic carrot topped Keia Johnson who sang the Titanic song. I thought she was a little too loud, but the judges liked her.
Vanessa Wolf also moved on. She’s a little country girl from Vonore, Tennessee. She sang a little country ditty that had quite a twang to it. I thought she was pretty bad, but the judges liked her.
Jermaine Sellers who takes care of his sick mother also made it through to Hollywood. He sang What if God was One of Us. I thought he was just a little pitchy, but the judges . . . do you see where I’m going with this?
Let’s see what hour two in Atlanta brings . . .It brought on a bunch of crazies is what it brought.
Holly from Rockmart, the Human Guitar. I forget what song she sang, and didn’t think it would matter because I didn’t think she would make it through. I didn’t like her. The judges did.
Mallorie Haley – Another Little Piece of My Heart. I thought she was loud and off key. So of course she goes through to Hollywood. I did like her shoes, though.
And then there was Skiiboski aka Antonio Willis. An apparent character looking for face time. He sang Grapevine and wasn’t too bad, but the whole “act” threw everyone off a little. He did make it through however.
Then we have what is evidently what Barbie’s vomick would look like – BFFs, Carmen & Lauren. Lauren had a sweet, soft voice, barely audible. Carmen comes along and just belts one out. Carmen makes it through. Lauren puts up a good supportive front, but you can tell she’s hurt. I think the second F just fell from the BF.
Police Officer Bryan Walker gets the final golden ticket of the night after his rendition of Superstar ala Luther Vandross. He was deceitfully good. A nerdy looking guy that did Luther proud, IMO. Whodda thunk?
The Atlanta auditions certainly gave us some weirdos, but none as weird or as scary as Lamar Royal (I dubbed him Crazy Joe before I even knew his name). Dude had an okay voice as he tried to perform Kiss from a Rose. He just over did it. As the judges tried to advise him, he talked over them and argued and ranted and raved so much, they had to bring out the muscle and have him escorted out to the street, where he again proved that he needs more work. Dude was actually crazy.
Finishing up the night was General Larry Pitt with what will be this season’s “Brother” song. The General performed his own original song, Pants on the Ground. Simon predicts it will be a hit. I’m afraid he’s right. Pants on the ground. Pants on the ground. Lookin’ like a fool wit yo’ pants on the ground. Dang it! It’s already stuck in my head.
Let’s hope next week’s visit to Chicago will bring more talent and less crazy. Pants on the ground, pants on the ground. . . DANG IT!
Dewone Robinson and his original hot mess adaptation of cats in heat. Absolutely dreadful.
Television host, Christy SomebodyOrAnother with her goofy 4-1-1 The Show gesture. She had the unmitigated gall to take Pat Benatar’s Love is a Battlefield and blow the dang song to smithereens. Simon appropriately commented that her show should be called 9-1-1.
And Jesse Hamilton. God bless him. Long, skinny, country kid who apparently inherited George Washington’s wooden teeth. I could barely understand what he was saying because the kid barely opened his mouth. Mary J. cracked two ups before the poor child even started singing, and I was a little disappointed in her for that. But then the kid . . . well, I’ll say he sang just to get on with it, but singing ain’t what he did. It was supposed to be a Garth Brooks song, but it sounded more like something from Garth of Wayne’s World. And no, it was not excellent. At that point, I felt Mary’s pain.
Moving on to Hollywood from the first Atlanta hour is energetic carrot topped Keia Johnson who sang the Titanic song. I thought she was a little too loud, but the judges liked her.
Vanessa Wolf also moved on. She’s a little country girl from Vonore, Tennessee. She sang a little country ditty that had quite a twang to it. I thought she was pretty bad, but the judges liked her.
Jermaine Sellers who takes care of his sick mother also made it through to Hollywood. He sang What if God was One of Us. I thought he was just a little pitchy, but the judges . . . do you see where I’m going with this?
Let’s see what hour two in Atlanta brings . . .It brought on a bunch of crazies is what it brought.
Holly from Rockmart, the Human Guitar. I forget what song she sang, and didn’t think it would matter because I didn’t think she would make it through. I didn’t like her. The judges did.
Mallorie Haley – Another Little Piece of My Heart. I thought she was loud and off key. So of course she goes through to Hollywood. I did like her shoes, though.
And then there was Skiiboski aka Antonio Willis. An apparent character looking for face time. He sang Grapevine and wasn’t too bad, but the whole “act” threw everyone off a little. He did make it through however.
Then we have what is evidently what Barbie’s vomick would look like – BFFs, Carmen & Lauren. Lauren had a sweet, soft voice, barely audible. Carmen comes along and just belts one out. Carmen makes it through. Lauren puts up a good supportive front, but you can tell she’s hurt. I think the second F just fell from the BF.
Police Officer Bryan Walker gets the final golden ticket of the night after his rendition of Superstar ala Luther Vandross. He was deceitfully good. A nerdy looking guy that did Luther proud, IMO. Whodda thunk?
The Atlanta auditions certainly gave us some weirdos, but none as weird or as scary as Lamar Royal (I dubbed him Crazy Joe before I even knew his name). Dude had an okay voice as he tried to perform Kiss from a Rose. He just over did it. As the judges tried to advise him, he talked over them and argued and ranted and raved so much, they had to bring out the muscle and have him escorted out to the street, where he again proved that he needs more work. Dude was actually crazy.
Finishing up the night was General Larry Pitt with what will be this season’s “Brother” song. The General performed his own original song, Pants on the Ground. Simon predicts it will be a hit. I’m afraid he’s right. Pants on the ground. Pants on the ground. Lookin’ like a fool wit yo’ pants on the ground. Dang it! It’s already stuck in my head.
Let’s hope next week’s visit to Chicago will bring more talent and less crazy. Pants on the ground, pants on the ground. . . DANG IT!
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