Looks like a week of music video commenting. Heard that Barbee had a new video out ft. Trina. Means nothing to me, but then heard that she had gone to the gym and shaped up. Hmmmm. I think I might take a look and see what they mean.

As usual there are a bunch of scantily clad women, but for the first time they spent more time on the artist than the women. Of course the artist just happens to have more assets than the usual video vixens. So given that VVs are used to enhance the video, and you have an artist who outshines the enhancements, then whose decision was it to pay top dollar for only an extra 2hp?

So I decided to watch Rihanna”s latest offering Man Down. Following on the heels of S&M I wasn’t sure how to interpret that title, but hey it was filmed in Jamaica! Must see!

Starts out with her shooting some guy in a place labelled as central station. Since Mike Henry’s gravy train has come in but Jamaicans are still waiting on the local railway to run I assume it’s creative license.

They then go back in time.  I start taking in the lyrics and it says basically that she killed a man by breaking his heart.  No big deal.  Her accent is acceptable as a Bajan trying patois… or maybe I was distracted by jugs of life. When she says she shot him I wondered if she meant ‘gun inna baggy’…… ohh wait …. nope … mixing it up with S&M again.

Then there is the dancehall scene because you can’t have a video shot in Jamaica without a visit to the authentic dancehall. Hold up, there’s the guy she shot! They dannnnc…. gyrate and then she leaves the dance. He has a scar on his face and looks real thuggy! He catches her in an alley and he attempts to romance her rude bwoy style. The ‘gimme dis gal’ encounter ends with Rihanna on the ground battered and bruised, implying she was raped and we now understand why she shot him in the beginning.

My girl! Really!? Ba’dos don’t have enough rapists you couldn’t use one a dem? You had to come all di way to Jamaica fi find a rapist? Seriously?! Not to mention the incongruity of the video and the lyrics.

I find it hard to believe that this is the first video to feature rape but damn it man why you gotta pick us to do your therapy? You couldn’t come here, light some trees and find a rent a dread like Sade and everybody else weh come yah?

Jah kno star me ben!

 

 

P.S.  Folks it’s not that the issue didn’t need ventilating.  It is a very real issue and it’s frequency is appalling!  I am concerned that they shot it in Jamaica using scenes that are the norm in our Jamaica Tourist Board ads: sun, sea, sand, our ppl, country districts, dancehall, our dancing…. things that made me feel like it was an authentic Jamaican experience.  I was there trying to figure out which district and all and getting a nice fuzzy feeling inside at the way they captured some of the good qualities, when I see the assault!  If it’s a shock value they were looking, it worked!

0 – Stone cold sober. Brain as sharp as an army bayonet.

1 – Still sober. Pleasure senses activated. Feeling of well-being.

2 – Lager warming up head. Pretzels are ordered. Barmaid complimented on choice of blouse.

3 – Crossword in newspaper is filled in. After a while blanks are filled with random letters and numbers.

4 – Barmaid complimented on choice of bra. Partially visible when bending to get packets of crisps. Try to instigate conversation about bras. Order half a dozen packets of pretzels one by one.

5 – Have brilliant discussion with guy on the next bar stool. Devise fool-proof scheme for wining lottery, sort out Denver Broncos defense problems.

6 – Feel like a Demi-God. Map out rest of life on cocktail napkin. Realize that everybody loves you. Call parents and tell them you love them. Call girlfriend to tell her you love her and she still has an amazing ass.

7 – Send drinks over to woman sitting at table with boyfriend. No reaction. Scribble out message of love on five cocktail napkins and Frisbee them to her across the room. Boyfriend asks you outside. You buy him a Slim Panatela.

8 – Some slurring. Offer to buy drinks for everyone in room. Lots of people say yes. Go round the bar hugging them one by one. Fall over. Get up.

9 – Head-ache kicks in. Michelob tastes off. Send it back. Next bottle comes back tasting same. Say, “That’s much better”. Fight nausea by trying to play old Space Invaders game for ten minutes before seeing out of order sign.

10 – Some doubling of vision. Stand on table shouting abuse at all four bartenders. Talked down by bartender’s wives, who you offer to give a baby to. Fall over. Get up. Fall over. Impale head on corner of table. Fail to notice oozing head wound.

11 – Speech no longer possible. Eventually manage to find door. Sit and take stock. Realize you are sitting in pub cellar, having taken a wrong turning. Vomit. Pass out.

12 – Put in cab by somebody. Give home address. Taken home. Can’t get key in door. Realize you’ve given address of your local gym. Generally pleased at way evening has gone. Pass out again.

After 18 years in the wilderness, Dorothy of the clan burn-lightly, found herself at the house of Gordon. However, the house looked very strange to her and her band of merry green men. So Mike set about renovating, after all they couldn’t be expected to live in squalor!

The chauffeur was no mechanic and couldn’t get the vehicle started.

The scarecrow had packed on the pounds over the years but disproportionately so, as his brain had been repossessed along with the assets from his failed flatulent farm (say that 3 times fast).

The cowardly lion, always sporting a perm in his mane, was now being brought to task about reneging on the promises made in unholy alliances with the winged monkey civil servants, when Mama Puncinella melted into the background.

The tin man having advised the scarecrow on matters money decided to sharpen his axe on oz security. Fore-armed but not warned he has rusted his armor with his tears and would gladly trade unions for his insecurity.

While Toto with his weekly press briefing, yips and yaps late news, misinformation, and verbose no comments and consistently speaks of seeking clarity in the murky green algae pools of solid waste mismanagement.

The winged monkeys were such an ill-bred lot filled with fleas, flights of fancy and unions, fighting for foolishness like equity, honour and more peanuts of the honeyed variety rather than the salted or taking it raw! You want it? Grow it!

Running an emerald castle in a barren land is no easy task and so they hatched a plan to seek the grand wizard, his Imperial Minister of Finance, to get some advice and a few links as is the way in the land of Oz.

The Imperial Minister of Finance suggested that they spend less money and save more!!

So they decided to spend less money on frivolous things such as health care, education, and security. Peanuts were rationed to the winged monkeys despite promises of honey roasted varieties.  They are still working on learning to successfully export something, anything, even 1 degeh degeh Dudus!

Minister Shaw is the new former Chief of staff, G.W. Bush!

No WMD. No Money, No credible budget, no clue, etc…

How come we getting 1/2 the STAND-BY loan money up-front?

How come we in debt and happy that the world is willing to lend us another 1.9B?

How come we spending so much money to divest companies and agencies that are losing money?

How come Audley Shaw is still finance minister?

How come we claim rehabilitation of inmates but practice punishment?

How come the officer who fired tear gas into a juvenile “prison” is not being charged with man-slaughter at least?

How come JFJ find voice for Armadale but is mute to police executions?

How come I still hearing mixed out and beeps and inappropriate songs on the radio?

How come the JLP call for a FINSAC enquiry only to have it reveal that their ppl got more bail-outs at tax payers expense?

How come Audley on crusade to stamp out ponzi schemes when the JLP rode to victory on ponzi scheme money which is why nobody can get their money back?

How come the government willing to pay experts and commissions exorbitant fees because they are at 1st world market value, but they not willing to pay civil servants the increases which don’t even bring them to 80% of market value?

How come vigilantes haven’t taken out taxi-men given their stellar driving habits?

How come general motorists are driving like taxi-men and treating road signs as suggestions to be ignored?

MountainWings       A MountainWings Moment
#10041          Wings Over The Mountains of Life
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Cousin Remus
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You are working on your family genealogy and for sake of
example, let’s say that your great-great uncle, Remus Starr, a
fellow lacking in character, was hanged for horse stealing and
train robbery in Montana in 1889.

A cousin has supplied you with the only known photograph of
Remus, showing him standing on the gallows. On the back of the
picture are the words:

“Remus Starr: Horse thief, sent to Montana Territorial Prison,
1885. Escaped 1887, robbed the Montana Flyer six times. Caught
by Pinkerton detectives, convicted and hanged, 1889.”

Pretty grim situation, right? But let’s revise things a bit.
We simply crop the picture, scan in an enlarged image, and edit
it with image processing software so that all that is seen is a
head shot.

Next, we rewrite the text:

“Remus Starr was a famous cowboy in the Montana Territory.
His business empire grew to include acquisition of valuable
equestrian assets and intimate dealings with the Montana
railroad.

“Beginning in 1885, he devoted several years of his life to
service at a government facility, finally taking leave to
resume his dealings with the railroad. In 1887, he was a key
player in a vital investigation run by the renowned Pinkerton
Detective Agency. In 1889, Remus passed away during an
important civic function held in his honor when the platform
upon which he was standing collapsed.”

I was gonna do a post about the departed commish and the government and JCF….. but after my recent experience with crime I think I may come across harsher and more biased than I prefer.

Monday November 2, 2009, we left for work about 7:30am. I returned 7:30pm to see splinters of wood at my front door. Then I noticed the door jam dug out and then the destroyed/warped keyhole, then the unlocked door.

Next step, look at the grill on the inside of the door, because if they breeched that then I know that I was robbed. So I tried to avoid contaminating the crime scene and pulled the door open by its edge. The grill was not breeched. THANK GOD!!!!!

I then called my landlady and she came and took a look. Tried to get through the nearest police station via telephone. Mission Impossible. So I took a drive down. Only had to wait 30min then they followed me to the house. Looked at….. and I mean looked at, the damage and informed me that a team would come in the morning to do the forensics.  They also offered pointers to make the premises more secure.

I am not as angry as I thought I would be but I am angrier than I would like to be. Nothing missing but they compromised my house and my sense of security.

How much security can I put in….. do I have to put in to feel safe again? So when I am locked in so tight they won’t try to break in, they’ll just wait for me to get in and hold me up on the way in because of all the security I have to get through.

No more false sense of security. That sucks!!!!

In addition I have been avoiding using the remote key entry on the car and some weeks ago I heard that they are now able to lock on to your frequency and gain entry to your vehicle once you have walked away.

The problem is that the criminals don’t make appointments so you don’t know when they are coming. How can you be on your guard all the time? How can you adequately balance securing your person and property without becoming a prisoner?

God knows!!!!

My cousin Michael Dixon went to Costa Rica on the 18/10/09. He was last seen on 19/10/09 in the morning, heading out on the beach with a hotel beach towel at Villas Macondo in Playa Tamarindo Costa Rica.

A Facebook page has been setup Help find Michael Dixon. Please join and help spread the word.

There are a few videos on you tube with pictures of him and relevant information about whom to contact if you have information.

Thank you in advance.

Dude!!……… or should I say dudette, what’s with the man blouse?  Couldn’t find a pic that I would be caught dead publicizing on my site!  But its called an EROS VENEZIANI BAR SQUARE NECK TANK TOP T SHIRT!!!  A blouse dang it!!!!!

I realise that many of our youth today are growing up without proper male role models and so they may be taking on female characteristics, but it has become absolutely ridiculous now and I know its really still early in the game…… a frightening thought.

Its not a new phenomena mind you.  In the 50s, 60s, men started perming their hair and having it up in tie head and bandoos (sp).  In the 80s we did the spandex debacle (shudder).  We then did piercings which got way crazy by the time you hit the 90s, with ppl piercing their genitalia.  Come on dude, that why they invented ribbed condoms and sex toys.  How did you rationalise your lack of fortitude to mutilation?

Then I noticed some tight shirt things creeping in as style along with tight pants.  Then the pants them start deh a man knee like him preparing for some quick back passage exploration.  No rasta, there is a reason why we have zipper in the front.  Pants at knee and ankle is inviting the wrong type of adoration.

Then di other day mi nearly run up pon di sidewalk after mi si what i thought was an oddly shaped woman in low ride jeans with boxers showing and with a thong showing riding up to …… I didn’t even realise that wedgies had become fashionable.  Then she had dreads pulled back in a scrunchy, showing off her long lashes… but the face looked tough.  Then she had on a blouse but her chest was flat.  It’s then I realised that she was not a she but some rear admiral.  FIAH RASTA!!!    A bate him a come bate mi!!!!