On behalf of the lovely Tyra Banks...
The smoky Vivica A. Fox...
The uber "take me to bed and hurt me" Suleika...
And me and my inner-African self...
I wish you all a Joyous and Bling-Filled Kwaanza!! Get Jiggy Wif It, Bitches!!
Cheers!!
Another Bagwine Tradition....That's right, time to get jiggy with Kwaanza!!Hanukkah has passed, Christmas is four 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!!
Yes, I don’t care how my numbers get crushed along with my soul…I need to pimp our show!!
Tonight on I’m With Stupid on Blog Talk Radio at 11 PM EST, Jay and myself will be getting jiggy wif it.
Did you pick up on my ghetto/negro talk?
Yeah, I said negro…What?
Got a problem with that, Mr. or Mrs. “I Feel Guilty About Being a White Person Who Enslaved Black People and Killed the Indians” Motherfucker?
I didn’t fuckin’ think so…
In fact, I hate the word, “negro”…not because it’s bad socially, but it’s just an ugly sounding word. I prefer to call them “blacks”.
And on I'm With Stupid tonight at 11 PM EST we will do just that because…
Jayman and I will be talking about the Sun Bowl where the U of M plays Notre Dame. Samuel L. Jackson will be chiming in, and I will profess my love for Tyra Banks…or something.
It’s gonna be unscripted, and it’s gonna be black. Hell…
They have the month of February why not give them part of December? Oh that’s right, they already have part of December with Kwaanza!!
Sneaky bastards…and I thought it was the Yellow Devils and their Chinese New Year who were so damn clever.
Anyhoo…
Tune into I’m With Stupid tonight at 11 PM EST on Blog Talk Radio and listen, laugh, and call-in.
Itsa gonna be a good time. You can access our show page by clicking HERE.
Cheers!!
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.
And to all of my bruthas out there? Unlike when you’re lovin’ your ladies, there ain’t no fear in eatin’ this thing.
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.
A story about how he was found alone in an abandoned warehouse by some folks named Mel, Dre’, and Weezey would be cool.
Got a problem with that, Mr. or Mrs. “I Feel Guilty About Being a White Person Who Enslaved Black People and Killed the Indians” Motherfucker?