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Dear Wallet

Posted by humphreysworld on June 5, 2012

Dear wallet,

You selfish, politically motivated bastard. When I look at you, empty and weak it makes me want to barf. For years you have been clamoring for pay equity in the workplace– and for what?? Don’t you sit at home watching Judge Judy all day? Oh, so you have the same degree as a man– and?! Two degrees?? Even better. Smart Ass. Just because you have to work twice as hard for 1/2 of the pay, doesn’t mean jack squat.

Clearly your needs are politically motivated.

To think, you want to buy a house, save some money, support your family– in other words get paid what you’re worth– what gives you the right? Somebody call the waahmbulance! Sorry wallet, but those tree branches hiding in your nether regions tell me otherwise. Those fallopian tubes tell me you- A, shouldn’t be working and B, if you do, you can’t possibly working as hard as a man is. Who ever heard of such a thing! How did they even let you in school? Something is wrong with this picture.

Look, I know what you’re thinking. Pay equity is the right thing to do. It will right decades long wrongs, and help you actually get paid what you’re worth. Unfortunately for you wallet, I see right through this. And it’s my duty to speak for my constituents: Men and trial lawyers. They’re the ones who will be hurt most if your paycheck actually looks like a man’s. Imagine! If we paid you equitably, why, we’d have to start looking at all other forms of discrimination! Sorry, not on my watch.

The best thing for you to do is to maybe take up another job, maybe in the service industry? I figure, two is better than one- and who knows! You may end up making more than me. If your family, health, relationships and overall well-being suffers, well, sometimes we have to make sacrifices.

I hope you don’t take this the wrong way. It’s not me, its you. I can’t look like I care; and frankly, I don’t. But it’s more than that. A leg up for you means a leg up for everyone, and the system can’t work that way. Not if I want to continue to benefit from it anyway.

Well, I hope you understand. No hard feelings huh? See you in November.

Sincerely,

The Republican Party.

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Freedom

Posted by humphreysworld on March 30, 2012

A hoodie is to blame for another black child dead. And Zimmerman is free.

No defensive wounds, no blood, no signs of struggle. And Zimmerman walks free.

Trayvon laid in a morgue unidentified because for society, all black faces look the same. And Zimmerman flies free.

He identifies as Hispanic so he couldn’t be racist. And Zimmerman breathes free.

His parents will never see Travyon graduate college, walk down the aisle, bring sons into the world. And Zimmerman loves free.

When will WE be free? When will I walk down the street and you not hold your purse a little closer. When will my brother be free? Free from persecution because of the color of his skin. When will our money be free? I make 56 cents to your dollar, yet my bills are the same, my degrees the same, my needs the same. When will our love be free? We can’t love and appreciate our community because to you it looks as though we’re in a gang, we’re too black or to loud or too fill-in-the-blank for you to approach. When will the next generation be free? When I have a family, will I have to tell him or her that they need to walk lightly, straighten their hair, speak right, act right, don’t run, don’t make eye contact, stay in school, stay true, be black but not too b lack, turn the other cheek, refuse to move to the back, move to the back, don’t go here, stay over there- when and where does it end?

I am a black woman in America, I don’t know what the future holds for me. Being black and female is how society has defined me as and I willingly accept that definition. But on some levels in means an uncertain future. I didn’t go through the struggles my parents and their parents before them did. In theory they went through that struggle so that I wouldn’t have to. And do I have a job? Yes. Do banks extend credit to me? Yes. Do I have the right to vote without being intimidated? Because of where I live, yes.

But am I free? Far from it.

The struggle for my brothers is so much harder. They portrayed as animals, locked away in cages and never given a fair shake. Unless they ‘marry up’, only then is their blackness is given a temporary pass. For women we are welfare mamas, whores, or ghetto chicks with attitudes.  But in the end it translates to be the same. Racism has defined us as a people and to this day those definitions in the minds of others has largely remained the same.

And the thing is, I want black babies– and I don’t want to be afraid to do so. But I cannot help but wonder what the future holds for them, when I am uncertain of what it holds for me. During my trip to Italy should I be concerned that I will be mistaken for a prostitute? Will I ever be promoted to a senior position in my organization? Can I attain the American dream and buy a house? Will that house be in the wrong (or right) neighborhood? It’s 2012, and black America is still trying to answer these questions.

When will WE be free?

And more importantly, when will YOU be free*? Free from the ignorance that tells you black is inherently evil, that a black or brown person got their job not on merit but because of the color of their skin (did you ever wonder if people ask the same of you?), free from the belief that the color of someone’s skin defines them as sinister and out to do no good (did you ever wonder if people look at war and corruption around the world and think the same about you?), free from the hate from the unknown, that you despise for no other reason than the fact that your reflection looks different from mine. I never wanted to be defined by  my race. But the world has made it so. It’s clear that your definition needs to change before we are both free. You free from hate and me and mine free from persecution.

Travyon’s case isn’t the first and he won’t be the last until our definition changes. I can’t/won’t/don’t want to change the color of my skin. And I’m certain you don’t want to change yours. Why should we? But what we CAN change is our definitions of each other, our systems of injustice that let this continue & the ignorance and hate that keeps it going strong.

* a friend sent me this clip, it speaks volumes.

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Say it loud!

Posted by humphreysworld on February 21, 2012

I happened to engage in a back and forth with some chick on Twitter over a tweet that originated with another user. The tweet stated simply put, ‘Black woman, you are valuable, so act like it.’ Something which I very much agree with for many reasons. This follower, however, didn’t agree. In her words to say only that black women were valuable meant that ‘to exclude all women and focus on black women only continues our social problem of racism.’

To that claim I am calling utter bullshit.

Since when does loving my people translate into not appreciating or loving others? Being black is my identity. It is what others define me by and who I define myself by first. And it is for this reason that my love and appreciation of self is (or should be) supported by the love and appreciation of self from my community. Yet we are discouraged to do so. To be around each other in professional settings is something that not only gets noticed but is frowned upon, sometimes sadly from our own people. This brothers’ statement, and my support of that statement was seen as a form of self-oppression.

Did I mention this conversation was between another black woman?

Black people are continually told we are not good enough, pretty enough. Our hair’s too nappy, our nose is too big, our ass is too big, we’re too this, we’re too that. And when it continues to be reinforced from all angles conscious or unconsciously it continues to weigh on the mind and soul until we believe it ourselves and begin to devalue ourselves. To have pride in one’s ethnicity is not a matter of perpetuating racism, it’s a matter of self preservation.

It’s also a matter of celebration! I love my people. Period. I love our spirit, our skin, our hair, our determination, our truth. Does that mean I don’t love yours or anyone else’s? No. But to try and take that away from me (or you) is what continues to perpetuate the self loathing this girl was certain we were reinforcing by declaring love/value/appreciation for our own.

Last night a friend of mine stayed with me. He was too tired to drive and we fell asleep together (minds out of the gutter please, ahem). At one point during the night, the light from my window caught my attention of our two bodies laying close; different shades, different shapes, different people.  Both black, and both appreciative for the other for different reasons– all of them stemming from knowing the value we hold.

And that I will never be ashamed of.

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Liberty & Injustice for all.

Posted by humphreysworld on September 20, 2011

Troy Davis has refused a last meal before his execution, convinced that in the 9th hour his life will be spared. Because that’s the way the justice system is supposed to work right? Innocent until proven guilty. Unfortunately if you are African American the system has a different set of rules.

Which is why Troy Davis will be executed tomorrow.

There is something inherently wrong in our country. Our priorities are all backwards. Just a few weeks ago, more than 1000 people, some of who I know, were arrested for protesting against the tar sands pipeline. They were willing to be handcuffed and processed in protest of the destruction of the environment and yet there is not that same outrage for a man who is about to be put to death. Well, not from everyone. Where is the outrage among the masses? A man is going to be put to death for a crime he may not have committed. But our thirst for blood, for revenge; an eye for an eye as they old saying goes-, is that supposed to bring Mark MacPhail back?

It doesn’t. And as much as his wife wants to see ‘justice done’ (her words, NOT mine), putting a man to death for something he may not have done is heinous and appalling. And quite one-sided. As the social media universe was blowing up with outrage urging followers and friends to write letters, sign petitions, and flood the state of Georgia with calls to voice opposition, news broke that a man named Cleve Foster, a white man accused of rape and murder was saved at the last minute from execution. Rape and murder. Troy was accused of murdering a white man and his clemency was denied, and yet Cleve, who raped and murdered a Sudanese (translation- black) woman is spared his life? Does anyone see anything wrong with this scenario?

This is not a black thing. EVERYONE should be enraged. How have we come to take so numb when it comes to violence & death? Janet Jackson’s titty pops out on t.v. and the country shits itself, but violence perpetrated on television- including what our kids are watching- is socially accepted. I can’t understand how our thirst for blood can be at such a fevered pitch that more people aren’t taking to the streets, the halls of Congress and the polls to put a stop to it. This case, and many others that will follow (Troy is NOT the first black man wrongly accused and put behind bars or death and he will NOT be the last) is about more than crime and the criminal justice system. It is about systematic/systemic oppression of the other. And while those scales are tipped disproportionately out of our favor, it affects all who fall under the category of other.  Society as a whole needs to be outraged when the justice system fails. Because some day it could fail anyone of you.

Troy Davis has done some shit in his lifetime. Including the night Mark MacPhail was killed. Was murder one of those things? Who knows, although it doesn’t appear that way. And if we don’t know, how can we plow ahead with his execution?

With liberty and justice for all, isn’t that how it goes? It’s time we start living up to that oath America.

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10 years later.

Posted by humphreysworld on September 11, 2011

It was 3:54am in the morning of September 11, 2001 when my phone rang. My friend Jaclyn who was in Wisconsin woke me with some alarming news. ‘Something is happening in New York, I think a bomb went off’. Just two weeks prior to this, she and I were working together in Washington, DC and so even though we were good friends, I thought the call was out of character. After a minute of laying there I thought I’d better get up to see what was happening.

Nothing could prepare me for what I saw next. Or the impact these events would have on the world.

America was under attack (and in many ways still is). The images from this day are forever etched into my mind. I will never forget how I felt when, watching the news unfold about the first building, I watched another plane hit the second tower. I will never forget the acts of desperation as people jumped from nearly 100 stories up to their death, undoubtedly coming to the conclusion that their last minutes on earth were better spent flying free through the air than burning a slow death. I will never forget watching the towers come down. I will never forget wondering if my old roommate, who worked at the Pentagon, was there when the plane hit. I will never forget the feeling of helplessness, terror, disbelief, grief, and sadness for the lives that were lost and the ones that were forever changed at 8:46 that morning.

I’m not sure anyone will ever forget.

…..

I wrote this post a few times before omitting most of what I wanted to say. There is so much about our world that has changed because of what happened that day, and most of it has not been good. Living in the Washington, D.C. area I will admit that I live with a sense of fear that prior to that day, was never my reality. I sit here at home instead of out with friends because of this fear. But today I have decided to put my politics and beliefs aside. Not because I don’t believe it matters, but because the people who have died as a result of the days’ events and subsequent wars afterwards played no role in the events that led up to 9/11 and everything happened afterwards. Instead I will choose to use this space to say a prayer to the families transformed by that day, to think of my good friend and her family who lost her brother/son in Iraq, a war we wouldn’t be in had it not been for 9/11. And I would like to give thanks for my health and friends and family who I am so grateful to have in my life.

The events that day changed each of us in a profound way, good or bad. It’s important to remember and mourn, and even more important to listen. It’s my personal belief that there’s not enough of that these days; perhaps if we did maybe our world would look a little different. If you have thoughts, comments, quotes, etc. you would like to share please comment on this post.

xoxo, Dionna

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The Fix for Black Marriage?

Posted by humphreysworld on August 8, 2011

While I have never questioned my blackness, I can’t say it was fully realized until I became an adult. Sounds a little nutty from a black woman but let me explain. I grew up in the burbs in California. From early on, my friends were diverse and, being in free-loving northern Cali, no one made a point to remind me I was black. I remember once being called nigger by my best friends dad in a fit of anger, but honestly at the age of 7 I didn’t really understand the power behind that word. It wasn’t until I became an adult did I realize my blackness was in reality my first identifier. Blatant racism will do that do you.

Over the years, my consciousness as a black woman continued to develop and the importance of creating and maintaining that sense of community even more focused. As loved ones have passed on and my sense of family, community and pride continued to swell, my commitment to the idea of black love and family has never been stronger. So imagine my shock/surprise/disappointment/fill-in-the-blank when I came across a recent article in the Wall Street Journal that suggested the way today’s black woman will find happiness is to date/marry outside of our race.

The article began by profiling a woman named Audrey who was 39, single and living in the D.C. area. By all accounts she seemed like a good catch- smart, educated, yadda yadda.  What Audrey was missing was a partner.  According the article (and personal experience), Audrey is not alone. Nearly 70% of African American women are not married. The answer, the article intimates, is to open ourselves to relationships with men of other races.

I felt a range of emotions after reading this. Except for the difference in age, I am Audrey. I live in the D.C. area, am a month away from being 37, single, successful by most accounts (working for social change doesn’t pay for a mortgage in this area but I do ok) and I am in a place in my life where marriage and family is something I am open to. To be specific, I want a black family and a black marriage.  According to the article, and many other books, papers, etc. I’ve read, the odds are stacked against black love. I’m sure you’ve heard it all before: black women are too aggressive/angry (what black person hasn’t heard that before. When it comes from within however, it’s something different). Black women are gold-diggers. Black men like to ‘marry up/out’ when they become successful. Black men are less educated. Black women nag. Black men are incarcerated in large numbers (very true, a problem that is so much bigger than this conversation), on and on. What community doesn’t have their own challenges? What relationship doesn’t have their own set of bullshit? Are these reasons to date/marry outside your race because you feel there is no other option?

I spent 2.5 years of my life being dragged on an emotional roller coaster by someone who in the end was an emotionally immature asshole. And I a fool. A black ass and a black fool. He didn’t fit any of the challenges outlined above, and neither did I. WE simply didn’t fit. And it wouldn’t have turned out any different if he was white or Hispanic. Without question the external issues we have with race as individuals is something we end up bringing to our internal relationships with each other. All of the above can be attributed to our economic status (or lack thereof), and how we view ourselves through what we learn externally also plays a role in how we relate to and treat each other. This is something that needs to be addressed in order for black love to survive.

A friend pointed out to me that race shouldn’t limit who you find happiness with. I’m sure he’s right. But I hope we (the collective) don’t give up on each other. I’ve been through some rough patches with my brothers, as I’m sure they would likely say about me, as I’m sure our community can say of each other. But even still, that isn’t reason enough for me to give up on the idea of black love and family. Love is a beautiful thing, no matter who you end up with.  To find love these days, true love that can withstand everything that is thrown at it, is rare across all races.  In spite of the odds, many of my brothers and sisters have found each other so I know it’s possible. Nothing in life is easy, and if it is, it’s probably not worth fighting for. Sometimes you have to pick through a lot of rotten apples to get to the shiny one on top. And that apple will taste like none other, it will nourish you like nothing else and it will behold beauty compared to none because of the work you put in to get to it. That’s what love is like. I can’t speak to other experiences, but for black women (including your girl here) there’s no question it isn’t easy. But to me my happily ever after is worth fighting for so I’ll take my lumps and wait for my brown prince charming*.

*I recognize the topic of race, particularly interracial dating, is a touchy subject. I welcome any and all thoughts on this, although I have zero tolerance for ignorance and racist bullshit. So keep it classy, y’all.

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Part two: The Injustice System

Posted by humphreysworld on July 8, 2011

Anthony Graves- 20 years.
Barney Brown- 38 years.
Michael Green- 27 years.
Ronald Cotton- 11 years.
Dean Cage- 14 years.
Central Park Five- 12 years.
John Jerome White- 30 years.

What do these men have in common? For one, these are just a few of the men that were thrown in the clink for crimes they didn’t commit. Besides having lost up to half their lives in prison, these men experienced a ‘justice’ system that is designed to keep them locked up like animals. They were also convicted in a court of ‘law’ based on shaky and in some cases, falsified information. Did I mention they were also black?

We have two justices systems in this country, one for whites and one for nots. Had Casey Anthony been a woman of color she would’ve been found guilty, as she should be. As I mentioned in part one of my ranting on this case, I paid very little attention to this case. But what I read left little doubt that she at a minimum had something to do with the death of her child, and in all likelihood was the one who ended it. In most of the cases above*, they were falsely identified by witnesses or victims and in spite of professing their innocence, they were convicted and sentenced to live life in prison. And Casey goes free. Huh?

I realize I’m stating the obvious, but there is an injustice in the system. Many would argue (and I would agree) it is designed to keep the brown and poor (often one in the same) confined. The stark differences in between how people of color and whites are treated when suspects, on trial, in jail, etc. makes it hard to argue otherwise. Just last month I came across a startling article stating that there are more black men in prison now then there were enslaved in the 1850’s. WTF! One could argue that today’s prison industrial complex model is nothing more than modern day slavery. Once inside, you are stripped of your rights, your dignity and you work for next to nothing. Sounds a lot like a plantation to me.

Now before you send me nasty notes, call me racist or whatever the hell else you can come up with, let me clarify two things. One, white people do go to jail (duh). And they aren’t always poor whites; every now and then the ‘justice’ system throws the public a bone by catching a white collar thief like Madoff and sends them up the gucci river without a paddle (how many get away with their crimes is a post for another time). To say that jails are filled with only blacks and latinos would be horse shit. Now are the rates of incarcerated whites to black and latinos imbalanced? Yup. According to recent data, there are more than 2 million people in the slammer. And while African Americans make up just over 12% of the U.S. population, we account for nearly 40% of the prison population. As for my latino brothers and sisters, they comprise of 16% of the U.S. population and yet account for 20% of the prison population. Point number two, there are people of all races who without a doubt deserve to be behind bars. There are rapists, thieves, pedophiles, murderers, drunk drivers, etc. who have no business being on the street. They deserve to be in jail and I am in no way suggesting anything otherwise.

But I am suggesting that this system is quite simply, fucked up.

Caylee Anthony will likely see no justice in her day. Neither will the hundreds of black and brown children who have been kidnapped or murdered that have cases unsolved. Neither will any black woman who has been assaulted who had her case ignored. Neither will some people- brown or otherwise-, wrongly accused who may die in prison before they get the opportunity to exonerate themselves. And yet Casey goes free. There is a pattern here and it seems to be pretty, well, black and white.

There seems to be no justice in the justice system…or maybe it is I who is colorblind. What do you think?

*The young men involved in the Central Park Five case originally confessed to committing the crime without a lawyer or adult present.

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Part one: The three-ring circus.

Posted by humphreysworld on July 5, 2011

people lined up outside of Casey Anthony trial.

I don’t even know where to begin this. I am disgusted on so many levels, but maybe not for the same reasons everyone else is. Don’t get me wrong, I am revolted by our justice system. I didn’t pay attention to this bullshit other than reading the headlines on CNN or MSNBC, but even those snippets indicated she was guilty. I’m with you America, I am outraged. But I have other reasons for my dismay.

Did you ever see the musical/movie Chicago? If so then you will see where I’m going with this.  But if not, let me give you a brief description of the plot: Sex/death/murder/corruption sells. It’s all but glamorized. We don’t just buy it, we devour it. If that wasn’t evident in this trial let me remind you of an unsettling event that resulted from this: Just two weeks ago people came to blows- BLOWS- over tickets to get in line to see the trial. A child has been murdered and she will likely never see justice, and these morons who have ZERO stake in the case other than to give first-hand account to friends and family are beating each other up because someone tried to cut in line. Did I mention that these people stood 14 hours in line for a chance to get in? Too bad the same can’t likely be said when it comes to exercising the right to vote.

People all smiles with blankets, picnic baskets and lawn chairs- as if they are tailgating the big game.  And I guess in essence, they were.

Humanity isn’t the only one to blame. How does the saying go, ‘if it bleeds it leads’? So sad, but it’s true. The media holds a tremendous amount of responsibility for the circus this poor girls’ life (not Casey’s) turned out to be. The media is the vehicle for this sickness. Unfortunately the Casey Anthony trial is not the first sensationalized drama to unfold in the news and it will not be the last. The public feeds off of death and destruction and the media spoons it to us bite by bloody bite. The trial garnered more media attention than some of the toughest issues plaguing our country today. Real issues that affect real lives; our economy, the trillion dollar war tab on our hands, the war on the working class here at home- I could go on. Hell, if the media wanted to earn their journalistic kudos on this fucking trial, why not expose the issues behind the child’s death? Young women becoming parents before their time, child abuse, child rearing- anything that could potentially have given us a teaching moment.

And yet in spite all of this, soon enough she will fade into obscurity until someone grants her a book or lifetime movie- and the media will be on to the next body.

I didn’t read or watch much about this trial. In fact, the only headline I clicked on and read beyond the first sentence was about the people fighting in line. It made me click because I honestly couldn’t believe what I was reading. How, how could it come to this? A girl was murdered. A child. A human life. And she was dealt an injustice today by a system that is beyond flawed (more on that in part 2, stay tuned). Meanwhile people are lining up and tuning in for a chance to be a part of it.

By feeding into this frenzy and treating this girls’ life like a spectator sport we ought to be ashamed of ourselves. If we put as much energy into the direction our country was headed that we put into the unfortunate lives of others we would be a more just society.

Part 2 coming shortly…

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Love.

Posted by humphreysworld on June 27, 2011

Have you ever known love? It’s a beautiful thing. It comes in many forms; love of parent and child, love of friends, love of beauty and the ultimate love of the heart. And in a world that sometimes seems so dark, it can brighten everything. Which is why I had to give a shout out to NY for passing gay marriage for New Yorkers.

It’s always baffled me why people are so opposed to gay marriage. No one has ever gotten a divorce because of same sex marriage (unless of course, one party to the marriage happens to be homosexual. But that doesn’t really count). No one has ever cheated on their spouse because their gay neighbors hold hands while walking down the street or they had two groomsmen on their cake. Love is love, no matter what you look like, who you sleep with or what your sexual orientation is. And yet gays and lesbians have to fight state by state to get the same rights as anyone else to make it official with their friends and family before God. The idea is simply ridiculous.

My uncle Bobby and uncle Bruce loved each other. No one ever pulled me aside when I was a kid and said, ‘you know they’re gay’. They just were my uncle Bobby and my uncle Bruce. Had my uncle Bruce not died from AIDS and my uncle Bobby follow shortly thereafter, they would till be together to this day. They laughed together, they argued, they kissed, they lived. Just like I have and will again, just like you have at some point in your life. No one can tell me that what they had wasn’t love, and no one can tell me they didn’t deserve the same rights as I have.

So New York, my birth state, here’s to you. It shouldn’t be considered an act of courage to do the right thing when you are serving the public, but that’s the world we live in. While I don’t think every state will immediately follow suit I think that every small victory helps keep the candle going for people who hope that one day, they will be able to walk down the isle with their partners in their state and celebrate the love they worked so hard to maintain.

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Weiner & his ‘pussys’.

Posted by humphreysworld on June 11, 2011

You know, this is almost too easy. I mean, ANOTHER politician caught with his virtual pants down? Come on. Nothing surprises me these days, although admittedly it’s usually the GOP that ends up being knocked off their moral high ground when one of them is caught with a page boy in the Bahamas or something along those lines. Dems, well, occasionally we’ll stash some money in our fridge or say something stupid (the latter no real surprise but even us progressives can be non pc from time to time), but that’s really the extent of it. And while dems don’t claim to be the party of moral fiber, I gotta say Weiner parading his weiner to girls online caught me off guard.

giggity giggity! Photo courtey of Freakin Sweet News

You see, Weiner was actually one of the good guys. As good as it can get in this political bullshit arena known as politics. He’s taken a lot of courageous stands on some key issues, such as the 9/11 responders healthcare bill, medicare and the environment. He’s likable and he’s got cajones, the kind of person we like to see in office.  Unfortunately his cajones are what got him into this mess.

Tsk tsk Weiner, don’t you know if you’re going to send lewd pics of your unmentionables, use a fake Twitter account! Get with the program!

It’s not news when someone cheats. Men and women cheat all the time. I would even argue that the bigger issue than Weiner’s wandering weiner is the fact that our generation seems to be so cavalier about love and relationships. One minute you’re in love, the next you’re not. One minute you’re engaged, the next you’re cheating (at least that’s what OK mag is accusing the Kardasian woman of, but that’s a post for another time). It’s a sad reflection of our society. But Weiner took an oath, an oath to represent the people. And unless everyone in the 9th district of NY is sending pics of themselves with their ‘pussy’s* to young girls and cheating on their significant others, his behavior is a bit of a let down.

Like all politicians caught with their hand in the punani jar, Weiner has decided to ‘seek treatment’. I’m not sure what that means since being a horny man isn’t an incurable disease, but I suppose this is a PR attempt at trying to make this little scandal go away (this statement is in no way a reflection on the size of his peen. I wasn’t one of the girls he sent it to).

Who will we rip on, when Weiner is trying to get his wee little wee wee under control? I mean, this is a comedians/smart ass’ wet dream. I myself don’t think I’ve used the term weiner this much since I was in the 3rd grade! Unfortunately, Weiner won’t be the last of the trolls to abuse their power. He won’t be the last to take pics of themselves and send it to someone they met on the Internet. He won’t be the last to make an utter mockery of his wife and/or family with their questionable behavior on display for the world to see. And he won’t be the last to claim sex or drug addiction and ‘seek treatment’. I guess the silver lining here is that I will always have something to write about. Glass half full!

*In case you’re wondering, I know how to spell. But this is how Weiner spelled it in an email to one of his flings, and it was too hard to resist. The spelling, not Weiner’s weiner. I’m telling you it wasn’t me!

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