My name is Rush. And each day that I am fortunate enough to wake up, the first thing I do is make my bed. Secretly, I hope someone is watching. And that they will adopt me, or tell a friend.
I live at the Society for the Improvement of Conditions for Stray Animals (SICSA) in Kettering, Ohio.
But I hope people won’t believe all the bad hype just because I’m a Pitbull mix. I swear, look at this face, I won’t hurt a soul. Just like there are just “some bad people,” there are also “some bad dogs.” And I’m NOT one of them!
So to lump us all in one group is…well, its… doggie racism. That’s what it is!
*In the middle of this hectic work week, crammed with deadlines and “emergency” phone calls from my kids (one of them needed money and the other one needed…money), I was jolted when I went through the day’s mail and found a solicitation from the former American Association of Retired People (AARP). It’s actually the third solicitation I’ve received in as many months. Clearly, I’ve shown up on somebody’s list of people who are actually in a position to think about retirement.
Well, I won’t lie: I think about it. The way I think about hitting the Powerball, headlining a worldwide concert tour, or marrying Diana Ross (I pray she’s a cougar — but no, I’m not the father).
I did get a needed chuckle out of the AARP package I received. “Dear Michael, Enjoy your birthday” the letter began. I have nine months before my next birthday, but I’ll try to remember AARP’s good wishes. Or maybe in their efforts to reach black folks, they are operating under the “CP time” system and they’re just getting around to extending good wishes to me for last July’s event. Continue reading →
*Who keeps giving Sarah “You can see Russia from my house!” Palin an open mic???
I hesitated to even fill you in on this, as we continue to extend the former Alaska governor and vice presidential nominee’s 15 minutes of fame, which was 14 minutes and 59 seconds longer than it should have been in the first place. But this one takes the proverbial cake.
*We all know the kids in the Peanuts universe — Charlie Brown, Lucy, Linus et al. We even know the animals (if you can call Snoopy and Woodstock animals!). However, we never got to know the adults in the strip, as teachers and the kids’ parents were always “off camera” so to speak. In the animated specials, even their voices were reduced to audio flares from a trumpet (“Waah Waah Waah!!!).
*When I was a kid, hanging out in metro Detroit with my maternal grandmother was always a hoot. Her very arrival at our house always caused a stir — mainly because of her chalky skin and Lucille Ball-red hair. I was born red-headed, and always loved the story of my dad, upon seeing me in the hospital nursery, asking my mother who she’d been sleeping with. I grew up hearing “Who’s the white lady with your mom?” at every school function that “Ma” attended. I later learned that all of my grandmother’s sisters married white men and “passed” for white, living their entire lives just minutes from where I grew up.
It took a few years for me to realize that red hair and freckles weren’t a part of the norm for most black folks, and that there was a perception that they were traits held only by the whitest of the white. Under normal conditions, when activated by a particular hormone, the recessive MC1R gene generates the production of black or brown pigment in hair. In cases when both parents are carriers of the MC1R and the gene is mutated or antagonized, it fails to turn the hair darker and instead leaves a typically gorgeous buildup of red pigment.
According to the BBC News, less than two percent of the world’s population are redheads. In Ireland and Scotland, the redhead count is around 10 percent. As such, the word “ginger” typically connotes visions of people with Celtic-Germanic physical features — i.e. milky white skin. However, white folks aren’t the only redheads in the world, and according to the Huffington Post, French-born, London-based photographer Michelle Marshall’s new project is documenting the many manifestations of the MC1R gene, particularly in people of African descent. Continue reading →
*I’m so jealous. I thought the delightful look on the face of my beautiful Pit-Rhodesian Ridge-back while I give her a massage was the cutest thing ever. But now I see Cuzzie the dog, who we first met in 2013 as he enjoyed time chillin’ in a hot tub; but is now enjoying new life thanks to the never-ending cycle of social media.
“Cuzzie loves the jet in the hot tub against his back,” wrote YouTuber Danny Sam in a caption accompanying this cute clip. “He doesn’t mind the hot water and will press against it and croon his pleasure. This time he was at it for five minutes.” Continue reading →
*This picture has been around for a good minute, but that’s no reason to dismiss it. After all, some hateful lack of real manhood went through an awful lot of trouble to create it; so my guess is he/they would like a response. Of course they would prefer to get a rise out of black folk. They want to get our blood boiling.
You see, this carefully orchestrated work was done by someone with not a damn thing else to do. Someone with a pitiful, hateful, white-trash kind of ignorance who wants black folk to feel the same self-depreciation that he does. So, in this painting of a cop (somehow the word police officer just sounds too good) seen hiding behind a Klansman’s hood, pointing his gun at a black child who is wearing a hoodie. The child is holding out a bag of skittles, as if offering it to the cop. In the background is a Confederate flag.
OK “artist,” now tell us something we don’t know. You have a disdain for black people. Yeah, we get it.
But here’s the thing: at the end of the day. You are no more of a man. In other words, people are still going to see you as a punk-ass b*tch.