A New Day Has Come & Other Things............

In true Acolyte like fashion, I walk into the party after the confetti has settled. So we are all aware that a new day has dawned in America with the election of the first non-white President. Please note I did not say black, one thing I learned in an Anthropology class is that race is a social construct. To society Obama is black but when it comes to genetics he is bi-racial, feel free to debate that issue.

I do say that it is a new day but not a new age, the world and America are still far from their own lions laying down with lambs in the racial arena but I will concede and say that some progress has been made. But I also give marks to Obama for running as a candidate for all people regardless of race. This should also inspire the younger generation that sometimes it is possible for some dreams to come true regardless of what color you are.

Given the havoc Bush and his ilk have reeked for the last 8 years it truly was time for change. And for that alone I understand why the world celebrated. It is also a wonderful thing of course that Obama is of Kenyan descent via his father. And in true African style we have claimed him as one of our own. Well sorry to say this but that is like a dead beat dad only showing up when the son he left behind joins the NBA. At the end of the day Obama is more American than African. So for us as Kenyans to think that since he is in the White House that we shall be favored amongst African nations is a dream. Obama's first priority first and foremost will be America and to quote myself, "if you cut him, he shall bleed red, white and blue."

Anyway Obama has hardly anytime to rest on his laurels and celebrate, the U.S is in a state and a half and all eyes are on him to set things right. Call me paranoid but studies have shown that companies are more liable to employ a female or minority to a high ranking position so as to set them up to be a scape goat when things go down the drain. Well we all know that many parties were dead set against Obama so this isn't the same situation but very similar in my opinion given the size of the task he has to face.

Oh well let me stop being a wet blanket. Go out there and share the cheer! Make chickens and bulls regret the day they were born! Make the breweries groan!

ps: In my true snarky manner, was Jesse Jackson crying at at Grant Park because his career is in the pits? Remember this is the the same chap who wanted to cut off Obama's nuts for "talking down" to black people. Well, I'm sure he saw the light and pocketed his burdizzo (thank you 8-4-4!) and will be more of an asset to Obama in the future.

pps: Another wonderful reason not to get drunk around certain people.

Another Week Bites The Dust

Anyone who knows the Acolyte will tell you that in many ways he is child like. You see much as a child will play with a new toy every day and then one day toss it to the curb is how I am when it comes to a joke. I shall run it over in my head and laugh at it for days at the most inopportune moments.

A good case in point is a certain live performance by Keith Sweat. Here is the link, as usual he starts out by begging for the ass but it gets fun for me at the 7:45 mark when Akon makes a surprise appearance on stage. Bwaaaaaaaaaaaaaay didn't Keith Sweat play his ass! You know those ones of 10 - 0,I bet he was walking off stage for real. I would if a whole stadium was laughing at me. The worst thing is that I remembered that segment of the song at work when the Head of our Department was dressing us down after a meeting, so while people are looking at the ground in fake remorse or looking at each other in fake confusion; I was there failing at stifling a grin. Good times! Sadly I'll give that incident a day or two and I won't find it funny anymore. But the girl on the table in the last post and the belly dancer still crack me up!

The video below is dedicated to Milo, Intel and Archer. Word on the street is that ya'll love the big gurls. Ducks missiles from the trio.



Sadly my 1 month of working a 4 day work week is over. No more 3 day weekends. I had become rather fond of having my end of week be on a Friday despite the longer work days I ended up having as a result. I just now want to shed the insomnia that for some reason I have gotten over the past week, I have been sleeping an average of only 4-5 hours per night. The funny thing though is that I am not that worn out but my mind does go on it's own tangents during the day.

Well today is Halloween aka Dress Like A Whore Day, other than my usual ceremonies done under the cover of darkness I won't be doing much of note. I'm way too old to trick or treat and I'm too broke to give the neighborhood kids any candy.

Have a nice weekend.........

Another Day.........

Once again I decide to appear and wipe the dust off the blog. I guess my life has become so mundane that I let the joy of blogging pass me by. So this is my feeble attempt to get back on the wagon.

Anyone who knows me a bit knows if there is one thing that I abhor, it's bad journalism. Sadly Kenyan newspapers are constant offenders, this article is a good example.

When TLC released their one time hit song, “you are my little secret and that’s how we should keep it,” we all sang along to it little knowing that at one point in our lives, the song would bring grief to women when they discovered that very men out there have mastered the art of deceiving them into thinking that they are the only women in the said men’s lives when in reality, they have a string of others hanging around them.

Please view this video, Xscape sang the song. Fact checking is fundamental.

I also read an article in the Nation about corruption at the UNEP headquarters in Nairobi. I would also like to tell you that the sun rises in the East, water is wet and the Pope is Catholic.

I ran across this wonderful video that I felt I had to share.



If you weren't as amused as I was then you need to loosen up. I also ran across this jewel below.



Tables of the world united for against oppression! Don't you think it was apt that a gospel song began playing after her fall esp with those lyrics; "we fall down, but we get up" Classic!

One more video for the road.



In my book nothing beats a good laugh as long as nobody gets hurt, then it's just hilarious!

I was reading this article in the Standard about the cost of child birth. That there is a wonderful motivator not to ever have a kid unless you can afford the cost. For 200k that kid had better turn out to be someone of note otherwise with no shame I would send him an invoice for being born and tack on some interest!

I would also like to congratulate M and J for tying the knot recently and wish them all the best!

Oh and to Chelsea fans out there (ahem Archer and co.) Have that! Go sit with Man U in the corner....

Behold The Prodigal Bastard Returneth.....

It's been like 2 weeks since I've blogged. How time flies when you are busy and blogger's block is catching up with you.

For those of your who read my blog on the regular, I am sure you are more than aware of my dislike for flying within the States. This story further affirmed my beliefs. If a dude who works at an airport can take that much out of it, I would venture to say that it should be just easy for someone to bring stuff in. And lest I forget, if you stay here long enough you realize that everything out here is toned by race, so when it came out that the baggage thief was black (as area large number of TSA employees), cue the racist comments from some quarters.

Unless you have been living under a rock, I'm sure you're aware of the housing crash that's been going on. it's gotten so bad that some people are electing to take their lives.

In Massachusetts, a housewife who had hidden her family's mounting financial crisis from her husband sends a note to the mortgage company warning: "By the time you foreclose on my house, I'll be dead." Then Carlene Balderrama shot herself to death, leaving an insurance policy and a suicide note on a table.

In the note she also told the family to pay for the house with the insurance money. My sympathy to the family but that is where she gets a big fail, life insurance doesn't pay out in the case of suicide. Anyway the bullet has already left the magazine so me analyzing the situation won't do much good.
As I was telling a friend of mine, part of the problem here in the States came from the fact that the government decided that everyone should have the right to the American dream which is to own their own home and passed legislation to give the means for that to happen. Since not everyone has the financial means, in come the sub prime lenders who made it possible for those who wouldnt ordinarily have been able to own a home to get a piece of the pie. Of course the lenders never had a worst case scenario for what would happen the day the borrowers wouldn't be able to come through so here we are now.

I blame the following statement on long lines in the supermarket that make me end up flipping through the tabloids at the cashier's. Why is it that despite slinking in and breaking up Jeniffer Aniston's marriage to Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie still gets great press (apart from when she loses some weight and they think she is dying)? While on the other hand Jeniffer Aniston is always shown as a loser when it comes to love? I do know Angelina's philanthropy does earn her some plus points but it still doesn't explain all the love the tabloids give her. Anyway let me not think about it any longer lest I start watching TMZ and other showbiz crap that comes on tv.

Well, I have a longer work day to attend to with this temporary 4 day work week so till next time..................

Yet Again Friday Is Here!

I know it's been a minute and a half since I blogged. This and work have taken up alot of my time. The storm in Texas really affected the petrol supply over here. Most gas stations have been out of gas and those that have a somewhat more reliable supply run out in record time due to people queuing to buy as much gas as they can. It made me realise how much people here depend on their cars to get around. It was so bad in some areas that people were lining up for hours to fill up. Well on my part it wasn't so bad seeing as which being Kenyan I know how to deal with shortages, I made sure I cut down my trips to the bare minimum. Also instead of lining up at my local gas station what I did was go to sleep and then I woke at 4 am and went to fill my car and carried a 4 gallon gas can with me which I filled up too. For some reason I forgot the gas can in my trunk and drove to work with it. Let's just say with the combination of the hot car interior and the petrol fumes that had seeped into the car, I think I became high by the time I got home from work.

Anyway onto a pet peeve that I have had for sometime but never expressed. I'm tired of black people out here saying they are "Indian" no not Asia Indian but Native American Indian. I was in College with this girl who said it was wrong to call her African American since she had Indian in her lineage. No she didn't look multiracial at all nor did she have colored eyes or anything. She had brown skin and brown eyes just like the rest of us. The Census bureau in the States says only about 10% or so of black people can claim Native American ancestry. But the way black folk out here happily claim it you would think it's more like 70%! Why can't people learn to accept who they are?! It's just as sad as how "good hair" for black people basically means hair that is straight and long like white folks' hair; I'm sorry but when and where black people evolved that kind of hair had no use at all, good hair my ass! Just wait till I hear someone say that.....

And in Dilbert land aka my job, I have two 2 hour meetings today. The first being a staff meeting. I remember nodding off during the last one since the staff handbook was being read out to us with certain sections being explained. Anyone who knows me is well aware that I don't fare well in meetings that go past 1 hour. The second meeting of the day which is with three other people and since I'm the person with the most knowledge, I'm expected to participate. What's sad though is that one of the people there is one if these people who always have to be involved in everything and thinks they know it all even when they are wrong so I'm going to have to put up with alot of mouth breathing and stupid questions. I remember one day during a meeting I looked at this person and imagined myself stepping behind them and slapping them on the back of the head for talking too much trash. Needless to say I started smiling and when asked this was my weak answer, "I'm simply looking forward to the challenge."
That is the fun that is my life.

Oh and lest I forget, the economy here is going down the drain! Most powerful country in the World my ass........