A Warped POV by A. Dacosta Brathway

September 26th, Monday... So I'm sitting here, flipping channels and I come across the Basketball Wives LA show. While watching, I am asking myself, "Why do Black women allow themselves to be psychologically prostituted on TV?" What the fuck is that? I mean, does a "reality show" have a script? And, if so, why do they say stupid shit? Who writes the dialogue? Why are the "red bones" former strippers? What is the deal with having a violent fight in boxing gear? (That has got to be some male fantasy thing!) Why are the LA BBW's not adhering to the cry of Rodney King? "Why can't we all just get along?"
Anyone who defends the media and entertainment business by saying that kids are not influenced by the perpetration of bullshit is way beyond me! What is it with the anger management piece? Why be so angry? Why is it when a woman has baggage, the bag is a designer bag? Where do these women work? Do they work? Where can I meet this type of woman?
Shit, I just exercised my option and changed the channel... I'm now watching the Kardashians!

A Warped POV by A. Dacosta Brathway

September 22nd, Thursday...I made a big mistake in my judgement of George W. Bush and his band of merry men when he was in office. I thought they all were a bunch of bumbling idiots!But, after watching Obama and his boys in action, Bush is coming off like a genius!
The economy is so bad, Obama does not seem to have a clue as to how to fix it. Shit, the whole world is fucked! You have to be some kind of good to screw up the global economy! And, he (GWB) timed it just right. He was on his was out and when he left office, he went into a Saddam Hussein exile. Hell, where is he? I saw him at a baseball game...ONCE! He loves baseball! Just one game? What, no speaking engagements? No museum shrine in his honor? George, where are you?
Bush is a tough act to follow for a first time Black president... Any first time Black president!
Damn... Obama's in the right place but the wrong time!

A Warped POV by A. Dacosta Brathway

September 22nd, Thursday... Ok... A Black man was murd... Wait, I mean executed by the state of Georgia in light of evidence that was contrary to proving his guilt. That being said, I am wondering where are we going to go as a (Black)people now? What happened is not new. What is new is our attitude. We, as a people, are very accepting to what is taking place as we take the posture of "business as usual!"
I have to indict the hip-hop movement somewhat because there are elements of it that need to be condemned! We cannot keep making a distinction and be in full compliance with the language used to describe us in the music. I realize that the reality of the street is being reported but do we really need to hear the report? I get it! The "hood" is the hood. News Flash: The hood has always been the hood! The condition of it (hood) is only that way because it is allowed! We can do something about the condition of where we live and who we are! I mean, it's not like there is some outside force desecrating where we live! The body politic of America does a damn good job of that without crossing the border!
So, when are we going to start rethinking this thing about our condition as a race? I think "right now" is as good a time as any!

A Warped POV by A. Dacosta Brathway

September 21st, Wednesday... Okay... I'm confused! Back in the day, I got twisted around when Dennis Rodman was dressing up in women's clothes and wearing makeup and being one of the fiercest rebounders in NBA history! I got through that. Then I see my "homeboy" Ron Artest snap and commence to taking out a row of seats in Detroit! (I gave him the benefit of the doubt because, technically, he did not start the fight!) But I draw the line when "Ron-Ron" changed his name to "Metta World Peace" then signed on with Dancing With The Stars! Are you kidding me? Dancing With The Stars? That lame ass shit? Queensbourough Ron and DWTS... DAMN!Then, to add insult to injury, he LOST in the first round! I can see a... Oh let's see... A reality show participant doing that! Why not? All they do on their show is walk around and say the dumb ass shit they say during the course of the day anyway! But a "baller" on a "world championship" team in the annals of NBA history blowing up the cha-cha? How do you screw up the cha-cha? It's one, two, cha cha cha! Then, to take a page out of "The Worm's" wardrobe book and wear what he wore? Would Dennis wear that outfit even on a bad hair day? (They have both had bad hair days and looked better!)
Time for me to start watching the NHL!

A Warped POV by A. Dacosta Brathway

September 20th, Tuesday... I attended my alma matta's homecoming this past weekend and I had a half ass time. I should have been excited to see the people I went to college with but I saw them last year and the year before that and the year before that, ad nauseam. They are a year older (as am I), they look tired (as I feel), and they are still telling lies (as I did!).
The routine was the same... I walked around the campus w/ a group of guys I hung out w/ in college. We laughed, we ate, we reminisced, and we talked about people. We talked about the young ones, who we thought did not have a clue about how to manage college like we did, back in the day. In retrospect, who gives a shit if they don't do it like we did? Why would they have to? Actually, homecoming is intended for the alumni to come back and see how things have changed but the events seem to cater for the present students so I'm thinking, "...why even go back every year?" There is no real getting together w/ them. The fraternities and sororities cook, eat, and dance on their plot of land. Everyone else walks around like a bunch of well dressed transients... There's music, loud talking, drinking (under the disguise of some popular drink container), men watching ass shake in skin tight pants and women wondering what the hell they are looking at?
Did I have fun? Not really. Am I glad I went? Yeah, pretty much... I always say I am not going to go but I usually do attend. Will I go next year? I'll say that I'm not but I probably will. How long will I keep up this charade? Hell if I know...

A Warped POV by A. Dacosta Brathway

September 12th, Monday... DAMN! The summer's over! Now what? The weather's changing and I need a plan. Maybe I'll put more time into watching sensible television? Maybe I will watch more football and basketball? I'll focus on the action more. Pay attention to the statistics. Maybe I'll pay more attention to who the players are? Maybe I'll go to more live games? I used to coach basketball... I might show up to see who's coaching what team now and reminisce about old times? Maybe the spirit of old rivalries will crop up and old scores will have to be settled? Maybe I'll get pissed off like I used to and start fights, only to have to be escorted out by security and question them about knowing who I am (was), which will fall on deaf ears because I haven't coached in 30 years and they won't know who the fuck I am, or was! Maybe I'll be hauled off to jail for being a public nuisances and create a criminal record that will follow me the rest of my life. (I'm 60 now!) Maybe I will set a bad example for the kids...! Maybe no one will want me around, like they did when I did coach?
Now that I really think about it, maybe I'll just stay home and watch games on television.