Christmas Is Over But The Party Goes On

Christmas is over and I hope yours was all that you hoped it would be and more.

Actually, I hope it wasn’t more than you wanted it to be because that would be just selfish. And that is soooo, anti-Christmas.

Of course the holidays continue what with New Year’s Eve fast approaching and today marks the beginning of Kwanzaa.

So, be on the look out for Bantu Claus going house to house tonight dropping off toys to good little black kids, and stealing flat screen TV’s from their crack smoking parents, or more accurately...their parent.

For my full take on Kwanzaa you can click HERE. It is pretty funny, if not incredibly offensive.

Anyhoo… I would be remiss in my duties if I didn’t mention my Christmas.

Our family gala Christmas Eve was fun as always and my Creamy Christmas Pasta Salad was a big hit. No, I’m not kidding…everyone dug it, and dug into it like a pack of ravenous wolves.

I stayed all night as I always do on Christmas Eve with Ryno and his mom. Being the selfless motherfucker that I am, I cooked them breakfast Christmas morning, and then Ryno opened his presents.

He got some great stuff such as Glow in the Dark boxers…large sums of cash…a new basketball, and center court tickets to a Cleveland Cavaliers basketball game on February 6th among a ton of other stuff.

Other than the tickets to the game, his favorite present was a winter hat that he had requested. His grandma refuse to buy it because she would not be responsible for him wearing it.

No fears, Mom came through and here’s the end result…

Tres Chic, no? It’s as if my son wanted a hat that says, “Hey world!! Look at me and my funniness!!” I have no idea from whom he gets that attitude. But, the hat looks so bad that it looks good on him.

The rest of Christmas Day here at the Bagwine digs consisted of Schmoop and I just hanging out and tipping a few with her brother Dave who stopped by.

We also stopped by Pizza Bill’s house briefly in order to pick up one of his uber-delicious pizzas. I thank him for taking the time to make it for us, on Christmas Day no less.

We were also fortunate enough to receive a Christmas phone call from the lady who is the catalyst for my nocturnal emissions…Dianne.

I only talked to Dianne for a short time as the conversation was hijacked by Schmoop and Di rattling on with each other.

Schmoop was thrilled to get to speak with Dianne’s son, her son that Schmoop finds incredibly hot. So nice.

When Di’s son was summoned to talk to Schmoop on the phone, her son asked, “Who am I talking to Mom?” To which Dianne replied without hesitation…

“It’s the girlfriend of the man that your mom wants to have sex with.” So warm, so Christmassy, so Dianne.

There you have it my friends…I hope your day was a good one.

Today I am back to work, but only from 11-4, so later today the revelry shall begin anew and hopefully I will have sex for the second day in a row. That would be quite a feat…for me.

Cheers!!

Kwanzaa: Light The Pipe and Make Your Wish

The first day of Hanukkah has passed and Christmas is ten days away, but let us not forget that on December 26th, the celebration of Kwanzaa begins.

Allow me to 'splain...

In 1966 some uppity social academic decided that this time of the year needed a little soul mixed in with all of the dreidel spinning and Andy Williams Christmas albums.

Maulana Karenga founded a seven day celebration of African and African-American culture known as Kwanzaa, which means “first fruits”.

There’s a candle lighting, a feast, gifts, and some kind of drinking going on. There’s an observance of things such as unity, faith, cooperative economics, purpose, blah, blah, blah.

Eh, sounds pretty boring to me. It has caught on here and there, but just isn’t taking off like the robust parties that take place for Jeebus followers and Jews.

Kwanzaa’s problem? It needs to be marketed, updated…commercialized. Only then, will it take off among the American population. I have a few suggestions…

First of all, ditch the multi-candle thing. The Jews hate to share not only their money but their ideas as well.

And incidentally, no self-respecting black person should be going all Hebrewistic on anyone. Sammy Davis, Jr. did that and what happened to him?

The diminutive, cycloptic bastard died, that’s what. Anyhoo…

If you Kwanzaanistas want to light something for your holiday, light something you’re familiar with…like a crack pipe. A big, golden, Fat Albert sized crack pipe that's a blowin' that holy smoke.

Since I am suggesting dumping the menorah, you can still add color to your event with a Kwanzaa Tree. We Christians, unlike selfish, uptight Jews, are happy to share our symbols.

Below is a picture of a tree that I am sure all of you dark continent celebratin’ mutha fuckahs would enjoy and be at home with…

And to all of my bruthas out there? Unlike when you’re lovin’ your ladies, there ain’t no fear in eatin’ this thing.

Despite its religious foundations, Christmas also offers some exciting, more secular traditions. You know, like Santa Claus.

You guys need to incorporate a jolly, gift delivering, midnight rider. Since Santa is taken, and keeping with your African theme, I suggest this guy…

Yep, Bantu Claus…riding though the Kwanzaa sky in his ‘63 Buick Electra 225 with tricked out wheels and a gold hood ornament in the shape of Shaka Zulu’s head, delivering toys made by pygmies, to the good little black children.

He would playfully say, “Yo-Yo-Yo” in place of Santa’s “Ho-Ho-Ho” to avoid waking up black women all across the country who may think there’s a major booty call going on.

If you do want to interject some religious solemnity into Kwanzaa, you need to have a supernatural, yet human figure representin’.

I suggest a tale of how all of you of African descent can trace your roots back to a single baby boy. You can call him, The Masai-Uh...

A story about how he was found alone in an abandoned warehouse by some folks named Mel, Dre’, and Weezey would be cool.

You can refer to the holy trio as, “The Three Social Workers.”

See? Just a few adjustments and your Kwanzaa celebration will go from flat to phat in no time.

There is one problem with Kwanzaa, however, that just can’t be overcome; both the Christian and Jewish celebrations are based in fact.

Christians celebrate the birth of the Baby Jeebus…a boy who was fathered by an invisible man and given birth to by a woman who never had sex.

While a bit less exciting but no less true, the Jews have their magic candle. That burned, and burned, and burned….

As mentioned earlier, you guys are celebrating things like self-determination, creativity, and responsibility. You call that reality?

Gimme a break my bruthas and sistahs, do you really think that type of celebration is gonna fly in America?

Do what the rest of us do. Dump the principles and any type of deeper, spiritual meaning. It’s all about the bling.

Cheers!!