The Juice is Goosed

Back when OJ was playing and setting the gridiron on fire, sports announcers would cry out: "The Juice is loose!" And boy could that brotha go. Big head and all. Flash forward 2008, and the courtroom cry is: "The Juice is goosed". What the hell were you thinking OJ?
Ego, drugs, greed and believing one's own hype can lead one to do some mighty stupid things. I know it's hard to let go of the past and glory days, when you had juice and everyone called your name. Now that that fame has been turned into sideshow freak status, I'm sure it's harder to hold that big head up. But for the love of Pete, did you have to go and get all Old Rotten Scoundrels on their butts, and try and get some memorabilia back? Could you not have asked someone to buy it back for you? Did you have to go and pull a gun on someone? Kidnapping?! For some trading cards and old footballs? How sad is that?
The court of public opinion will never find him innocent and the system has been looking for any excuse to lock OJ up. Didn't need an excuse, OJ squeezed every ounce of dignity, pride and good sense left in him out on this last caper and fumbled big time. Oh well. Maybe he'll organize the prison team and he'll star in the Longest Yard 2008 remake.

On to Tyler Perry. What a week he's had. New ATL studios open and details of his firing his Black writers surface. I don't know where to start with this one. Not mad at a brotha for following his dream and making a fortune off of his craft. He's got a niche and he delivers to his audience well. Told someone a long time ago, that was the way to go, but he beat me to it. I might have used a real Black queen at birth to portray Madea, but that's just me being fair to out of work and talented actors. Not that a man can't pretend to be a woman, some of my best friends are queens, and I do love Shakespeare. And having ones own studio is cool, although I know some other brothas and sistas with their own production studios who didn't get TMZ and US Weekly coverage, and not nearly the amount of butt kissing that I'm sure went on at that event. Come on folks. Be real. Folks talk about this man and his movies, under their breath and behind his back about the wackness, but they all are trying to get on and be down with his studio and get their wack ass movies made. Call a spade a spade. Just do us all a favor, and don't be the benchmark by which studios measure us by when the rest of us go out and make movies or try and get a like-type deal. I like my men dressed like men and my gays to be openly gay. I like my movies to be funny and I like women to be strong and not looking for validation from a man. I like wit and intrigue, a good plot and solid acting. And don't need to pretend like I have class and money, because I have both. And could you up the production quality of your movies, please? I could go on, but I'm starting to feel like a hater and I'm not. Just want us to recognized for our differences. probably why I write this blog. We all don't love grape soda...

Hip Hop Awards tonight. Watched the 100 best Hip Hop songs countdown and The Jacksons: An America Dream for the umpteenth time. Fight The Power. Number 1. Appropriate song and an appropriate time in our history. Would love to see this special on a Black network and the awards there too. But I'm not mad at someone seizing the moment, taking the ball and running with it. Hey OJ-- maybe you should have asked Viacom to retrieve your things. They seem to have a knack for picking up our stuff.

And the Soul Glo Award gos to...drum machine roll, please...Chanel, for providing great foundation in all tonalities so a sista can look like a movie star and glow!

Carry on and register to vote. Do you know that many of us are still unregistered?