“Every ending is a new beginning,”

..as the last 15 minutes of my Sunday night treat boiled down to either Star Jones, Hope Dworaczyk, Nene Leakes or Marlee Matlin being fired off Celebrity Apprentice, I sat there asking myself why the hell this announcement couldn’t have waited until the 11 O’clock news? Especially being that Obama probably needed the extra time to cobble out his eye boogers and finish watching The Celebrity Apprentice like the rest of us. So we sat there and waited, waited, waited and eventually listened in as the scoop dropping NBC reporters prematurely broke the news to us that Osama Bin Laden was dead.

…In the words of Donald Trump, “I’ve accomplished something that nobody else has been able to accomplish.”…Ha, well I highly doubt your needless birth certificate discrepancy has any meaningful place within last night’s debatable victory, but hey just in case it did- rock the hell out with your bad self Trump! This just goes to show how super swagg-stastic of a bad ass Obama is in all reality. Specifically after he publically roasted Donald Trump, shout-out Tupac and Biggie and ok’d a top secret kill order of the man that jeopardized the democracy and security of all Americans. This all playing out this within in a 48 hour time. Doesn’t it just make you smile? 


Should this really be a case of celebration and victory? Or will this only heighten our senses on the expectancy of some full-on terrorism?

Only a fool would be dumb enough to get caught with their pants down twice!

The God honest truth is that while many celebrate, I feel God awfully tense. A man of a peaceful morale, my integrity won’t allow me to do anything further then give a toast towards justice for all the lives lost on 9/11. My instincts serve me the same unsettling air that lingered in America for the first few months after 9/11. If I were jump around, get drunk, and high-five all my homie’s as I’ve already peeped on Youtube, then I’d feel just as evil and arrogant as these terrorist groups perceive us as. We all know that two wrongs don’t make a right, yet what we don’t know is that nobody ever wins a war. Like the Chorus in that popular Beanie Sigel song goes, “I can feel it in the air.” Peace is what I pray for in the midst of what I truthfully feel in the air, because ten years of this war shit has gotten on my last nerve.