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Rihanna resurfaces in Mexico & Barbados newspaper runs editorial expressing “outrage” at Chris Brown

In Bahamas, Barbados, Caribbean American interest, Caribbean interest, Caribbean news, Dominican Republic, Grenada, Haiti, Jamaica, Politics, Relationships, Trinidad on February 27, 2009 at 6:37 pm

The People Empowerment Party has emerged from its cubbyhole with an editorial on the Rihanna/Chris Brown fiasco. 

…We believe we need to publicly express the deep, collective sense of outrage that we feel about the terrible injustice that was inflicted on her. When we see Rihanna, we see our own daughters, sisters, nieces, girlfriends, cousins and grand-daughters, and we are profoundly angry that one of our womenfolk should be treated in such a disrespectful and brutish manner. Rihanna’s hurt is therefore our hurt as well, and we must do something about it.

…In our own nation of Barbados, male violence against women is so traditional and so widespread that it has come to be regarded as simply part and parcel of the fabric of day-to-day life. The sad reality is that Barbadian women are raped in their own homes by male family members and friends; females are raped on dates; and the spouse who does not prepare the meal on time or who is suspected of having another man, is far too often subjected to the wrath and blows of the physically stronger male.

The editorial from PEP closes with this: 

The PEP is now therefore publicly urging such organisations as the National Organisation of Women, Bureau of Gender Affairs, Young Women’s Christian Association, Barbados Christian Council, Barbados Bar Association, the Business and Professional Women’s Club, Barbados Association of Office Professionals and the Barbados Association of Retired Persons, to come together in a mighty alliance and to launch a major multifacted, national programme aimed at tackling all aspects of the syndrome of violence against women. The PEP would be delighted to join or to collaborate with such an initiative.

I’m underwhelmed and on the brink of stoicism over the whole ordeal. It’s like I’m totally opposed to domestic violence but this incident is suffering from pontification overload. Everybody has something to say and no one except for Rihanna and Chris knows what fully transpired. 

Then there’s the whole Caribbean massive, let’s band arms and support Rihanna song-and-dance. Meanwhile West Indian countries like Barbados doesn’t hold itself accountable for the pervasive sexual innuendos in music that degrades women.

Among those not minding their own are former drug dealer Jay-Z, the Senegalese pedophile Akon who had dry sex with a 15-year-old at a concert, and Donald Trump who dropped Ivana for a younger woman. *See comment below*

“From what I understand about abusers, they never change. Now, that’s a pretty sad comment, but they never change. I would tell her [Rihanna] to get the hell out of there.”

Platitudes. Platitudes. Platitudes galore! Sounds similar to what’s said about womanizers, Trumpster. Please, STFU. 

And the tabloids are gobbling it all up. 

I’m getting a bite to eat. Jerked chicken sounds good right about now. – MJ

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Chronicle of Nina Sky: A Caribbean gal’s dating tales in South Florida.

In African American interest, Bahamas, Barbados, Caribbean American interest, Caribbean interest, Dominican Republic, Grenada, Haiti, Jamaica, Relationships, Trinidad on February 27, 2009 at 5:22 pm

Make way for big, sexy and horny.

 

The Dating Chronicles of Nina Sky All characters chronicled are completely fictional (not really). Any resemblance to actual people you know is strictly coincidental! (Then again, I might be talking about you). 

“Big bro Sexy/Lil bro Horny” I met this pair via the Internet. I don’t believe in Internet dating but I had to give it a shot because technology is all around us so why not?

So Big bro is pretty much everything on the list that I described. He’s tall, thick, got a goatee, caramel colored, 35 and bald. I mean perfect for me.

He also has qualities that are on my extended list (that’s the list that has ALL my requirements).

He has a job!!!!! He is goofy. W e watch the same kind of TV shows. We like the same kiddie cereal, he believes in God. I mean this guy is too good to be true.

I signed up for this website that is similar to MySpace but definitely better and he’s my friend on this particular site. Messages site via the site led to our exchanging numbers and talking on the phone. The conversations are great. He doesn’t bore me and I’m always laughing when we talk.

So all is well, right? WRONG! Herein lies the rub. He has a live-in baby mama. They are no longer together, he said. She plans to move out. I should have left him alone and went about my business at this point, right? Well I did not; I decided to keep him as my friend on that unnamed site where were chitchat and ish.

It gets better ya’ll. His live in girlfriend, aware of our cyberchats, has tried to “friend” me on the Website. I declined. She’s emailed me in an attempt to urge me to “please leave her family alone because this website is just a game”, and he will never leave her.

I’ve told her that I agree. I know this is a social Web site. I’ve also told her that we live very far away from each other and have never met “so calm your self down. I don’t want your family, boo.”

So Big bro Sexy (aka teddy bear) and I continue to chat innocently from time to time.

Meanwhile, his younger brother – Lil bro Horny – has asked me to accept his friend request. (Cliffhanger!!!)

 I’ll fill you guys in on that next week.  – Nina Sky

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Recession? What Recession?

In Bahamas, Barbados, Caribbean American interest, Caribbean interest, Caribbean news, Dominican Republic, Grenada, Haiti, Jamaica, Trinidad on February 26, 2009 at 3:57 am

People are losing their jobs left and right and some don’t know how to handle their unemployment. Some are doing stupid shit like stealing, killing, drugging, drinking themselves into a stupor or committing suicide.

I don’t know.  As a caribbean person, lack of money doesn’t affect me as much.  My argument? I was born poor like a lot of my caribbean brothers and sisters so we know somewhat how to handle hardship sans the panic.

How many of us remember the outhouse and outside kitchen or even cooking on three big stones, not to mention outside plumbing, or baking bread and cake in a tin barrel with the coal pot underneath? What about those even less fortunate who had to go to the river to bathe or wash their clothes, or those who had to go to the nearest standpipe to fetch drinking water? The lists goes on and on. Guess those memories are why this recession isn’t affecting me as much. – MP

Chronicle of Nina Sky: A Caribbean gal’s dating tales in South Florida.

In Bahamas, Barbados, Caribbean American interest, Caribbean interest, Caribbean news, Dominican Republic, Grenada, Haiti, Jamaica, Relationships, Trinidad on February 26, 2009 at 2:58 am

Whatever happened to Pouchon? 

 

The Dating Chronicles of Nina Sky All characters chronicled are completely fictional (not really). Any resemblance to actual people you know is strictly coincidental! (Then again, I might be talking about you). 

I’m about to nickname myself unlucky in love cause every man I meet has nothing I need and everything I don’t want like a wife, kids (with an attached mother, or the lack of a job).

What is this new trend of jobless men who think they can push up on a precious jewel such as myself? Just because I am over thirty (33 if you’re wondering) it doesn’t mean that I am desperate.

I’m not just going to allow any old boob to get at me. I want what I want and if I can’t have it, Jesus and I will have a long serious talk. What I have realized in my 33 years of living is that I have a “type”. I’m still discovering myself. Isn’t that amazing? Well here’s the type of man that will have me giving him a second, third or fourth look. I love teddy bear men. All skinny men need not apply.

I love men who are super thick and squeezable like “Charmin”. He must be taller than me, at least 6’1 and above. I prefer his complexion to be caramel, mocha, or cappuccino-colored (although this is not super important, it’s still a preference). I love bald men (especially because black men in my age range are already losing their hair. Why not go bald my friend? It’s sexy! If they haven’t lost their hair yet, then I love a man with well-kept dreads. I also love facial hair. Not the Santa Claus beard but a nice ‘goatee’ or a Rick Ross type beard.

I prefer him to be at least 2 years older than me. (This is negotiable as well but grandpas need not apply and if you can be my son, stay away!) I do not have the desire to be a “cougar” to any cub and I definitely don’t want to be labeled your “MILF” either!

Last time we spoke I told you about a couple jokers that I met. No one promising right? We’ll this time I have a whole slew of jokers that I’d like to talk about. Let’s see. Oh, “Pouchon”. The last time I told you about him we were supposed to meet right? I met him through a mutual friend and we talked on the phone. He said he was coming to the state where I live and we’d hook up. He told me he had a plane ticket and we spoke the day before his departure.

The next day when he should have been in my state, I heard nothing. Well I called him and no response. I called him later on that day and still nothing. I thought that was weird. Later on that night I received a text asking me, “Who is this?” My first thought was ‘Uh oh’ he has a wife or girlfriend or something who found his phone and the text we had been sending each other back and forth. I text back something to the effect of, “If you don’t know who this is then apparently you don’t need to know.” The response from obscure person: “This is his brother and he’s been in an accident”.

Turns out Pouchon was OK but in the hospital though I was unable to get the name of the hospital where he supposedly was admitted from his obscure brother. I was so torn because I felt a little responsible because Pouchon was en route to see me before the supposed accident that led him to the hospital instead. Then I thought maybe he was a mass murderer and God stopped him from coming to chop me up into a million pieces and putting me into his suitcase. LOL! So after we (myself and the obscure brother that is) texted each other, obscure brother called me and that’s when things took a real weird turn. Pouchon’s “brother”, who I didn’t know existed until that day, sounded exactly like Pouchon. He even texted like Pouchon (misspelling the same exact words) He also said some of the same things like Pouchon.

To make a long story short, he told me that his brother told him about me and that he liked me and saw my picture and wanted to date me also. I was like WTF is going on? I just told him to tell Pouchon to call me when he felt better and hung up on that joker. Well a week later the real Pouchon called me and told me his “brother” had his phone and he was really in the hospital and a whole bunch of other crap that I don’t remember or care about. We still text from time to time but he has nothing to say to me so I just text him back when he ask me the same questions over and over How are you? Fine. How was your day? Good.

End. Of. Convo. 

– Nina Sky

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Nate Robinson keeps dunking over Dwight Robinson. Harrumph!

In African American interest, Bahamas, Barbados, Caribbean American interest, Caribbean interest, Caribbean news, Dominican Republic, Entertainment, Grenada, Haiti, Humor, Jamaica, Sports, Trinidad on February 20, 2009 at 7:47 am

Gosh, is it me or are things feeling a tad more somber than normal? I’m dragging. Need  more coffee. 

It’s been a pretty funky news week with the Connecticut chimp mauling, the ensuing New York Post racist cartoon, the jacked-up Rihanna photo, and the GOP’s seemingly never-ending whining about all things President Obama. Need a picker upper.

Um…Oh, I know…I’ll get a little dose of humor from The Onion. It’ll help me wile away the hours and get through this day.

Here’s what I dug up. 

 

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ORLANDO, FL-Since leaping over Orlando Magic center Dwight Howard to claim his second NBA dunk title Saturday, 5-foot-9 New York Knicks guard Nate Robinson has apparently dedicated himself to the sole task of jumping over Howard as the 7-footer goes about his daily life.

According to Howard, Robinson bounded over him roughly two dozen times on Tuesday alone, most notably while the All-Star center was putting gas in his car, as he was standing in the checkout line at the grocery store, immediately after he woke up in the morning, two minutes later when he was taking a shower, and right afterward as he began to shave.

“I can’t do anything without that guy jumping over me,” said Howard, who glanced over his shoulder every few seconds during his press conference Wednesday. “He’s everywhere. When I took my mom to her doctor’s appointment last Monday, at church communion, and every time I get off my couch to put in a new DVD. And I watch a lot of DVDs.”

“Today I thought it was finally over because Nate hadn’t jumped over me once-not at the cleaners, the skate park, the gym, anywhere,” Howard said. “Then I sat down to a romantic dinner with my girlfriend and as soon as I stood up to light the candles, he comes flying in, breaks the dishware, and gets baked ziti all over the carpet.”

“It’s upsetting,” Howard continued. “But you know what angers me most? It’s that he really isn’t jumping over me. His crotch is barely clearing the top of my head, and he is putting his left arm on my back for an extra boost. You people are seeing that, right? You’re seeing that I need to lean down so he doesn’t bang his waist into the back of my head and fall to the ground and embarrass himself in front of everybody? You saw that I dunked on a fucking 12-foot hoop, right?”

Chuckle, chuckle.

Funny stuff. Happy Friday! – MJ

TMZ nabs Bruised Rihanna Pic

In African American interest, Bahamas, Barbados, Caribbean American interest, Caribbean interest, Caribbean news, Dominican Republic, Entertainment, Grenada, Haiti, Jamaica, Trinidad on February 20, 2009 at 5:50 am

And the Chris Brown/Rihanna fiasco continues… TMZ posted this obtained photo of a battered Rhianna on its site. I wouldn’t necessarily call these marks “horrific” or signs of a “brutal attack“. Unfortunately I’ve seen worse. By no means am I condoning the alleged Chris Brown beating. I am however stating the obvious: Usage of words like “horrific” in this case are a tad strong. I would describe the chimp mauling that left that poor woman without eyes, a nose or jaw horrifying.

This on the other hand is a messed up image that clearly sends a blinking red sign that it’s time Rihanna and Chris Brown say beddy-bye to their relationship. – MJ

 

TMZ exclusive photo

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The chimp and the news cycle.

In African American interest, Caribbean American interest, Caribbean interest, Caribbean news, Dominican Republic, Grenada, Haiti, Jamaica, Politics, President Barack Obama, Trinidad on February 19, 2009 at 6:12 pm

A couple of thoughts bout the dead ape: 

The New York Post cartoon by Sean Delonas was very racist! EXTREMELY. Why? Cuz historically black people have been called monkeys, apes, coons, spades, etcetera. Therefore drawing a cartoon based on Monday’s Connecticut chimp shooting that shows slain chimp and two hovering white police officers saying, “They’ll have to find someone else to write the next stimulus bill,” brings to mind President Barack Obama who is black and author of said stimulus bill and that makes it racial.

The chimp, in case you haven’t heard, once starred in an Old Navy commercial with actress Morgan Fairchild. Known as Travis, the chimp mauled a woman on Monday, ripped her face off before police shot it to death.

The cartoon sadly gives this story, though riveting in a wholly craps, a-chimp-mauls suburbanite-woman-kind-of-way, more traction. 

I wonder what’s up with New York Post editors? Freedom of speech aside, it’s their job to control (and yes, they typically do control) news stories and editorial cartoons presented in the paper before it goes to print. The cartoon was racist, insensitive, sad, unfunny, and a complete disregard for Post readership, many of whom are minorities (and in NYC the term minority is an oxymoron). 

So what happens when a racist cartoon hits newsstands? There’s an uproar and protest ensues. Then the paper rebuts with a flimsy excuse: 

Col Allan, editor-in-chief of the Post, defended the work. “The cartoon is a clear parody of a current news event, to wit the shooting of a violent chimpanzee in Connecticut,” Allan said in a statement. “It broadly mocks Washington’s efforts to revive the economy…”

Then Washington, DC, reporters are told  to get a quote from the White House.

They do:

Robert Gibbs, White House press secretary, declined comment. “I have not seen the cartoon,” he told reporters aboard Air Force One as Mr Obama returned to Washington. “But I don’t think it’s altogether newsworthy reading the New York Post.”

Then Eric Holder, the country’s first black general attorney, says we remain “essentially a nation of cowards.” 

Then New York Daily News columnist Michael Daly sides with the Rev. Al Sharpton because he can’t find the humor in the cartoon either and surmises it’s racist. 

Then things really get weird when the turn of events are discussed on ABC’s “The View”.  Jezebel reports that Sherri Shepherd twice had to correct the award-winning veteran reporter Barbara Walters who was confused about the monkey’s color in the cartoon. 

Then I say let’s put this thing to rest: Stop reading that rag. – MJ

Don’t know much about baseball but here’s what I think: Don’t blame A-Rod, at least not solely.

In African American interest, Caribbean American interest, Caribbean interest, Caribbean news, Dominican Republic, Entertainment, Grenada, Haiti, Jamaica, Politics, Sports, Trinidad on February 18, 2009 at 10:56 pm

In all honesty, I can’t stand baseball. 

Actually, no, that’s not it. I can’t take watching baseball on the telly. My dad is a major baseball fan. He loves New York baseball whether it’s the Bronx Bombers or the Flushing, Queens crew, the Mets sluggers. He totally revels in the game in the comfort of his living room and I suppose having a cold brewski in hand makes his at-home spectating that much more fun.

But MJ has to be in the stadium cuz that’s the only way I’ll get it –  America’s fascination with the game that is and trust that I have. 

So even I can understand fans’ disappointment that A-Rod with aid from his phantom cousin did the steroid okie pokey. Bummer for the Bronx Bomber. Bummer for his fans.

Gotta say that I’m not surprised that A-Rod’s name has been added to that roguish roster marked ANABOLIC STEROID USERS: NO HALL OF FAME FOR YOU! This is baseball after all where contract dollars are as high as you can dream and drug oversight as far as the eye can see. Like you gotta squint to see it in spite of all the loose paper stamped Mitchell Report falling from the blue skies.  


But I gotta admit even MJ felt a little soft for the Yankee metrosexual slugger as he teared up during his press conference in Tampa on Monday or Tuesday (cuz like I said I really need to be at the actual baseball event for these sort of details to stick). 

Howeverrrr, I wasn’t buying his hackneyed excuse of I-was-young-and-stupid-and-didn’t- know- that -sticking-myself-with-needles-with-help-from-my-cousin-who-I-ain’t-naming act. It doesn’t wash. Tell me you had a fill-in-the-blank energy drink, not realizing that fill-in-the-blank energy drink was laced with fizzy anabolic steroid ingredient. Don’t tell me that you were bending down while your cousin poked you with a needle and alarm bells even at the not-so-tender age of 25 didn’t go off. 

All in all, I found A-Rod’s press conference, which I watched about half-way through the media Q&A part, bewildering. Yet, I gotta agree with A-Rod on one front: baseball is bigger than Rodriguez – like a gazillion baseball diamonds way bigger. 

I’m not saying brush this aside or hurry up and move forward. Steroid use in the MLB and beyond is a big, major deal and it creates physical disadvantages among players, is unsportsmanlike, among many other reasons I’m too lazy to lay out that makes it bad, bad, bad. 

But brouhaha over one player – no matter how major of a star he is – with little attention to the club as a whole including managers, etcetera, does nothing to correct the problem or alleviate pressures (and greed) these athletes feel that drives them to furtively go druggy.

Whatever became of that Mitchell Report any way and the subsequent stringent regulations it was suppose to usher in?  Never mind. I’m going shopping. What do I know about baseball? Nada, that’s what! – MJ

Skank gets embarrassed on stage with reggae artist Mavado. Oops!

In Caribbean American interest, Caribbean interest, Caribbean news, Entertainment, Grenada, Haiti, Humor, Jamaica, Trinidad on February 18, 2009 at 1:21 am

I don’t go to these types of concerts anymore but when I did I was always annoyed by that random chick or chicks who felt the need to install themselves into the act. You know what I’m talking about. Those skanky,  um ,raunchy Caribbean chicks who’d climb up on stage and wind their bums bums in a come hither, bang me now fashion to whichever reggae star happened to be performing. It always made me want to scream, “Hey you with the bad hair dye job and disintegrating outfit, yeah you, please get the fuck off the stage!” A little volatile, I know. But sheese, when I plunk down my hard earned money to see an act, I want to see the act minus corny additives like horny Caribbean chick showing off her inverted dancing abilities on stage.

As Jersey cats would say, bonk dat!

And I’m so not hatin’. It’s just there’s a time and place for that and it’s known either as the battle circle at a dance hall or in front of one those ubiquitous club mirrors that we Caribbean gals are known to commandeer cuz…

OK, I’m clueless as to why we do this. Absolutely clueless. But do check out this brief video and see reason No. 13 why it’s not a good idea to hop on the stage in the middle of a reggae act.

And pay no attention to the writing below about squeezed boobies. That’s not what I’m alluding to. Beside, stage skanks typically expect a lil’ groping action when they thrusts themselves in the spotlight.

Dare I say, I’m certain she wasn’t feeling so special afterwards. Hee, hee. – MJ

St. Valentine aka the Scribe

In Humor, Relationships on February 14, 2009 at 1:13 am

The Onion is always good for a hoot. Check out this spoofed Valentine’s Day letter written by the saint himself, St. Valentine. Very funny. Have a wonderful Friday and a spectacular Valentine’s weekend. LaBay hearts you! 

Is it Valentine’s Day already? My word! How the time does fly. I might have missed the day entirely had I not caught a glimpse of all the young couples walking hand in hand this evening, filling the tables of every fancy French restaurant in town. And what better way to celebrate this fine holiday than sharing a scrumptious, fixed price, three-course menu with your beloved? Lord knows that’s what I’d be doing tonight if my head hadn’t been severed from my body in the third century!

I’m sorry. I hope all this talk about my gruesome martyrdom doesn’t put you off yourmoules du jour.

On this special day for lovers young and old, few things can top a gourmet meal served by candlelight on small, tasteful plates. It’s much more intimate than cards or candy, and it certainly beats meeting a grisly end at the hands of the Church’s enemies. So by all means, enjoy your duck confit and chocolate mousse while you stare into the eyes of the person you love. What a romantic way to celebrate the 1,739th anniversary of the day I was bludgeoned to within an inch of my life and then publicly executed!

Go on, have another bite. Savor it.

I bet some of you are on your very first date. Lucky you! The moon is full, and the night seems ripe for romance. Also, I notice you all still have your heads attached to your shoulders. Bravo. I wouldn’t be surprised if a few of you little devils snuck out before the last course to do some midnight kissing by the lake. Just don’t forget to settle your tab before you go—you wouldn’t want to get caught by a police officer or a servant of Claudius II during a time when minor offenses were settled by violent beheadings!

From The Onion. – MJ