Sunday, November 1, 2009
November Politically Incorrect Statements Updated Regulary
What I like about getting older is that the episodes of when I am a damned fool are getting fewer and fewer. I am learning how to stay out of trouble.
Children are so honest and real; they express no doublespeak or ambiguous statements to be interpreted one way or another. Those babies get straight to the point and I really appreciate it.
Some children touched my hair today. They had never seen my kind of hair. I told them it was nappy. They think that nappy is wonderful.
Stunned. Sammy Sosa's face. What happened to him? Some people say it's all about money. Sammy is going to be doing a commercial for bleaching cream somewhere overseas. Bleaching creams are a billion dollar a year business. I think he looks unnatural, sort of like an android, but a man's gotta eat. He found another way to sell a body.
Got my hair cut short again. People never ask one question that might give them some small hint of who or what I am. They just assume. From now on, when someone asks me if I'm gay, I will give the biggest Whoopie Goldberg grin I can muster and purr sweetly and enigmatically, "Perhaps."
I thought I would be wiser when I became older. What actually seems to be happening is that most of the time I am too tired to react to other people's stupidity, but it appears that I am holding my tongue.
In the case of Health Care Reform and abortion coverage, I don't understand why the federal government should cover abortion any more than private insurance companies have. I am a feminist and womanist. I love women and men, and I don't think I mean I'm bisexual; I am speaking of agape love. I just don't get what the uproar is about. What is really needed is some birth control coverage.