Tuesday, March 29, 2011
This Weather...
Monday, March 28, 2011
Kansas City EMS Update
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Kind of Blocked
Thursday, March 24, 2011
The Economy: What Was Once, Seems to Have Come Around Again.
What is called "conservatism" might better be called infantilism. Those of us blessed with small children recognize childishness when we see it. Increasingly the nation, like a child, wills the end without willing the means to the end. The end is a full platter of government services. The means to that end is the energetic government that does the inevitable regulating and taxing. Today's "conservatism"? The average voter has looked into his heart of hearts, prayed long and hard, and come to the conclusion that it is high time the government cut his neighbor's benefits.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Sly James is Kansas City's New Mayor
Election Day: Turnout Likely Light (Again)
Monday, March 21, 2011
From the Desk of John Sharp...
I got a robocall from John Sharp yesterday. I transcribed it, and then edited it for truth:
Hi, this is Councilman John Sharp. Thanks for letting me serve as your councilman the last 4 years. The recession's been tough, and we are caught helpless in its grip. The feds are keeping 2,000 jobs in our area by keeping the new Honeywell plant in South Kansas City and starting the job of poisoning a new generation of workers. The new headquarters for the police south patrol is being built just south of Bannister, though no one knows why. Red Bridge Road's being supersized, while destroying a historic park. Sidewalks are being built on Blue Ridge, though they won't take you anywhere. Trader Joe's is coming to Ward Parkway, which I found out about the same time you did. All of this would have happened even if a used refrigerator like you might have seen on Blue River Road (which is closed due to my negligence) were sitting in the 6th district seat. Hope you'll send me back for another 4 years so I can start proving my worth to the predatory political interests that will give me a nice job lobbying for them when I get off the council. And to fatten up my pension, too. Thank you. Suckers.
11:33 AM, March 21, 2011
Monday's Mail: Getting Their Last Say In
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Links I Liked These Last Few Days
Friday, March 18, 2011
The New York Times Wants--No, *Needs*--You to Pay
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
More Mailers: Forth District At-Large Race
Mailers: In-District Sixth District Race
Sunday, March 13, 2011
The Sixth District Indentity Crisis
Saturday, March 12, 2011
South Kansas City Candidate Forum
John Sharp is a practical politician. He majors on what he's "done". In many ways, Sharp is very appealing. However, one just wonders who he is really working for--Kansas City or John Sharp. He will be tough to defeat, as he has a large list of "accomplishments" and knows how to handle himself around the crowds. Terrance Nash says that business has gotten too many tax breaks and subsidies and money needs to be directed to the neighborhoods. He is the only one who did not answer a question directly--when asked what he would do about foreclosed houses, he blathered on about neighborhoods not getting "the city services they paid for." It made him come off like a one trick pony.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Japan Quake
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Car Show Thoughts and A Dodge For Bobby G!
These here Dodge pics are for my reader Bobby G in honor of the recent ride he had in a Dodge Charger.
A Poem For Lent
and hold me in this Lenten season:
hold my feet to the fire of your grace
and make me attentive to my mortality that I may begin to die now
from living with you
and with my neighbors on this earth;
to grudges and indifference,
to certainties that smother possibilities,
to my fascination with false securities,
to my addiction to sweatless dreams,
to my arrogant insistence on how it has to be;
to my corrosive fear of dying someday
and the adventure of losing my life
Catch me in my aimless scurrying, Lord,
and hold me in this Lenten season;
hold my heart to the beat of your grace
and create in me a resting place,
a kneeling place,
a tip-toe place
where I can recover from the dis-ease of my
grandiosities
which fill my mind and calendar with busy
self-importance,
that I may become vulnerable enough
to dare intimacy with the familiar,
to listen cup-eared for your summons,
and to watch squint-eyed for your crooked finger
in the crying of a child,
in the hunger of the street people,
in the fear of nuclear holocaust in all people,
in the rage of those oppressed because of sex
or race,
in the smoldering resentments of exploited
third world nations,
in the sullen apathy of the poor and the
ghetto-strangled people,
in my lonely doubts and limping
ambivalence;
and somehow,
during this season of sacrifice,
enable me to sacrifice time
and possessions
and securities,
to do something…
something about what I see,
something to turn the water of my words
into the wine of will and risk,
into the bread of blood and blisters,
into the blessedness of deed,
of a cross picked up,
a savior followed.
Catch me in my mindless scurrying, Lord,
and hold me in this Lenten season:
hold my spirit to the beacon of your grace
and grant me light enough to walk boldly,
to feel passionately,
to love aggressively;
grant me peace enough to want more,
to work for more,
and to submit to nothing less,
and to fear only you…
only you!
Bequeath me not becalmed seas,
slack sails and premature benedictions,
but breath into me a torment,
storm enough to make within myself
and from myself,
something…
something new,
something saving,
something true,
a gladness of heart,
a pitch for a song in the storm,
a word of praise lived,
a gratitude shared,
a cross dared,
a joy received.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Guest Post: The NAACP and Rap Music
It’s time to deep-six the NAACP, Reverends Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton, and anyone else profiting from contemporary racism.
Why?
Allow me to expound.
After captivating the nation by abolishing the “n” word a few years ago, the aforementioned organization inexplicably tossed out a ghetto lineup of hip-hop performers to partake in the 42nd Annual NAACP Awards this past Friday (March 4). You heard me right. “N” word spewing artists Jay-Z, Nicki Minaj, Kanye West, B.O.B., Diddy and Dirty Money were asked to either perform, present, or appear as honorable nominees during the once prestigious event.
After all, hypocrisy and black incompetence (not the white man) are most instrumental in the socioeconomic decline of Urban America. Hell, no wonder black unemployment rests at 15%, while the rest of the nation sits at 9%.
As blacks, we’re sleeping with the enemy.
“It is a complete outrage that the NAACP and some of this country’s largest corporations would endorse artists that degrade women, use the “N” word, and promote values that are antithetical to the goals and aspirations of most Americans,” said Rev. Delman Coates of Mt. Ennon Baptist Church in Clinton, Maryland. “Lyrical content, not commercial success should be the standard by which such nominations and sponsorships are given. At a time when we have witnessed social and political progress in America, it is disheartening to see established civil rights organizations and leading American corporations promote some of the most stereotypical and offensive images and messages in the popular culture.”
Rev. Coates is 100% correct.
Why should blacks trust an organization that publicly curses the “n” word, yet promote the filthy artists that profit from its use?
Gimminee Christmas!
With organizations like the NAACP, who needs the Ku Klux Klan?
“On one side these are young black men that are great business men, but on the other end it is like the tobacco business,” said Rev. Lucious Smith, pastor of Pasadena Friendship Baptist Church.“In the end you get cancer.” There you go. Rev. Smith, perhaps appropriately, has drawn parallels between gangsta rap and cancer.
I can’t think of a more perfect analogy.
See, the "n" word is kinda tricky. It's not uncommon for comedians and artists to incorporate its use for entertainment purposes because it's usually accepted by the general, cash-paying public. For example, comedian Tony Rock performed live at the Kansas City Improv this past weekend. The boy spewed the "n" word like Richard Pryor "Live on the Sunset Strip." Yet, nobody in the audience took offense because Rock made it clear from the get-go the "n" word would become an integral part of his act.
The problem with the NAACP is the organization publicly condemned its use, then turned around and seduced the perpetrators; looking like hypocrites in the process.
As a society, we must decide to either abolish the "n" word or approve its use. And, if approved, should people of all colors be allowed to say it? The issue probably deserves a national address from President Barack Obama himself. I'm serious. Lots of people have gotten hurt, if not killed, over the "n" word. “A few years ago, Don Imus lost his job for using language that pales in comparison to the messages conveyed by some of these artists,”said Rev. Coates. “The messages of the Image Award nominees are not any more acceptable because they are said by Black artists and celebrated by the NAACP.
‘These are not images that any respectable civil rights organization or responsible American corporation should endorse. (The) program will have long term implications for the reputation of the NAACP and the corporate brands of the program’s sponsors.”
Rev. Coates is basically labeling the executives of the NAACP a group of ’sell-outs.’
And he’s right.
But what else is new in Black America?
Our plight is historical.
Think about it.
Word on the street claims greedy African merchants were primarily responsible for the slave trade. Yet, the history books teach us a posse of evil white men kidnapped us, placed us in shackles, then threw us on the plantation. Hell, from where I’m standing, the terms ‘African-American’ and ’sell-out’ are practically synonymous. Look, we can blame the mythical white man for the ineptitude and futility that continues to plague Black America. He’s both an easy and futile target. However, as African-Americans, to bring about positive change, it’s imperative we understand the real culprit exists solely inside the mirror.
Wayne Hodges, an MBA from St. Mary University, is the Editor-in-Chief of “Mass Appeal News.” He also serves as District Committee Delegate in Johnson County, he’s a candidate for the Shawnee Mission School Board, and he’s an adjunct professor in Kansas City. Wayne welcomes your comments 24/7 at whodges@massappealnews.com