IDOL GIVES BACK!!!!!!

DEAR READERS: From time to time something moves me so much that I plead to your sanity, this is one of those times. This evening started off as a typical evening with me relaxing and getting immersed in my reality tv shows and of course American Idol is on tonight so of course I am there. To be completely honest, i was not really looking to tonights show until I was reminded how blessed and lucky that you and I are. After tonights show I realized that the mere fact that you and I have the privalage of communicating via the internet we are privilaged. And yes, the very fact that you and I are struggling and living from paycheck to paycheck, we are still very very very lucky. Today, fortunately Idol Gives Back made me remeber that a majority of the people in the world do not eat one meal a day. That in Africa children as young as ten and tweleve are head of households, orphans to AIDS. Right here in America, children are torn apart by the issues of poverty and AIDS. I am urging all my readers, if you have never done anything that I have ever asked, this is one request that you must do. DONATE!!!!!!!!!! LET ME SAY IT AGAIN DDDDOOONNNNNNAAAAATTTTEEE!!!!!!!! It does not matter to who you donate to just reach out to some non-profit organization and dontate money to help the needy. That means you in Chicago, Seattle, Montego Bay, Queens, Miami, Tallahasse, Baltimore, Quebec, Newark, Brooklyn, LA, and Dallas. All my readers just go out and donate. If you want to donate over the internet, one place that I have just donated too was www.americanidol.com, you can do the same. If you know me then you must know that I am into helping those around me be better. I assure you that once you donate as little as five dollars, you will feel better than you ever had. Go help the needy and thanks for allowing me into all your lives, your love and friendships are priceless. Yours Truly, Adolph

BREAKING NEWS!!!!

According to Public Records from the Atlanta police department just released, a young man has attempted to file a restraining order against another man for allegedlly verbal and physical assult. According to police transmission records, both of these people work at the same organization that provides Kareoke HIV Education Services in Metro Atlanta. Records reveal that the young man was almost assulted last night after the fugus ridden agency sponsored its annual Art Auction. Calls placed to the organization were unanswered!

If we are doing it, why can't IMUS!

Since when did it become ok to call people hoes and bitches over the radio tv. Didn't Janet Jackson get fined and banned from tv for her "wardrobe malfunciton". Why would it be ok for Don Imus, to call the Rutgers Womens basketball team "nappy-headed hoes?" I personally think that he is fucked up for doing so, but going beyond his words are we all fucked up? When you think about it, popular media is full of instances where women, blacks, and homosexuals are constantly verbally attacked and minimized what makes this instance any different? Don't get me wrong I think that it is wrong, but it always amazed me to see how some people are calling for IMUS to be fired for using the same words that popular hip-hop lyrics use daily. Why have we not called for a boycott against all those people at the radio stations who constantly feed us garbage on federally regulated airwaves? What makes this situation different? Yes, MSNBC should be held accountable and so should Mr. IMUS, but so should popular hip-hop, r&b, rock, and jazz who mirror his sentiments minute by minute. As a result of this situation, lets see in the coming months if people are reacting to music lyrics as they react to IMUS's hatred? Lets hold all these folks accountable anytime they dare to spew words of hate and denigration. If Imus can't do it, then nobody should!

My last will and testament!

I Adoph St. Arromand on this day being of sound mind do hereby leave these words as my last should something happen to me and I expire. First, I want to thank all of my friends who have been there for me in throughout some of the most trying times of my life. When blood relatives were not there or could not be there, friends were there through thick and thin. Thank you all for allowing me to share time with you. Special shout out to my brother Richard who i love love love love love dearly. Kenny you are cool too, just wished you were not so homophobic, but regardless I love you to the fifth power also! To my aunts who help rear me thank you. What to do with my things: Richard should have first grab at anthing that I posses (material). Anthing else he does not want can be distributed among my friends. Should I somehow wind up in a coma; pull the plug. I want no holding on to me for dear life. Just make sure you send me away with some drugs!!!!!! My physical body Once I am gone, I do not want to be preserved for any reason. I want my body sent to a cremotorium and burned immideately. Do not wait more than 24 hours. Contact all of my friends first. Tell them that i am gone and wish to invite them to my going away ceremony. Cermony should be catered with alcohol, and fresh food. Hatian Preferably. All of my friends are on the guest list. Anyone other than my two brothers who are not familly must first get permission from Andrew Speildenner. (The truth is I really do not want so-called family members at my ceremony) Play dance music all night long. My ashes should be in the middle of the dance floor with people dancing around me. Please don't tip me over you drunk and high bithces! I want no church stuff, i am saved and don't need to go to church one last time!!! My ashes are to be given to Andrew Spieldenner who will do spead them in an appropriate place or keep them. I really don't care, I am gone. Please no crying just happy talk of great memories. Thank you Lord, I will see you all on the other side waiting at the pearly gates!!! Oh special shout out to my kids: there are too many of you to even name, but make sure yall come to my funeral or else i will come back and annoy the shit of of yall!!

AND I AM TELLIN U!

Ok, so I am away for my grandmas funeral in New York City. I stayed with my buddy Trade Stevens (who is set to realese his sophomore album in the Summer). Trade lives in what is now called SOha, which stands for South of Harlem on 117st. The neighborhood is really nice compared to what is was before. Man i was so suprised to see, what the coming of Bill Clinton to Harlem has done to the place. I mean, white people everywhere, but its all good. Now Harlem not only has flavor, but it also has a little more diversity which in turn has driven up the real estate market. BACK to the subject at hand..... So, I decided to take so time for me to just take in the old city. One of my favorite spots is 125th street, what I like about one-two-fifth is its pure Black rawness. I am am walking in and out of stores sampling American Black, and African American culture all together. Around me are people, noise, food, business women, mothers, brothers, hustlers, and gurls everywhere. I am loving it. When I walk by this store with a sign that reads going out of business. I looked at the window to see that the store appears to have been one of those places that sells authentic African sculptures and masks. My curious mind wanted to see what was on sale. Thats when I saw the most amaizing piece of sculpture that blew my mind. A hand carved mohagony six-foot tall bear breasted women carring a pot of water on her head. She was so beautiful!!!!!!!! She must have weighed about 175 pounds since i could not budge her. The store owner was willing to give her to me for $300 dollars, and can you belive I agrued with him saying that she was worth more than that. Unfortunately, I was not prepared to pay $3 let alone $300 dollars. He said that he was deperate to raise money and that was the reason he was willing to let her go. Dam, I hate being broke and responsible. But anyways, I thanked him for the offer and quickly ran out the store before the impulsive part of me pulled out the good ole Amex and pay it! When i got to the door I looked back one more time at my queen to say goodbye to her and BAM I bupmed into a women on the sidewalk. Instictively, I began to apologize to her, saying that it was my fault for being so careless. She said no problem baby, and then it hit me!!!!! That voice, that face, that smile, that wig, I know them all. I know them all. I have it saved on my phone. That voice is on my phone. She is familliar to me. And I am telling you right there my body heated up, the women who i bumped into was the legendary Jenifer Holiday. GAgging, I apologized to Jenny even more, telling her how much i loved her and how terrific she is. I thanked her for always standing up for the gurls and her advocay for HIV related issues. Unfortunately, she looked haggard and depressed. Carrying two plasic bags in one hand and a one-two-fifth hand bag in the other hand she walked away. I quickly pulled out my cell phone to caputure this picture. (When you see me ask to see it). My goodness, Bill Clinton may have moved to Harlem but he has not taking away its originality where everyone is equal on one-two-fifth.

Good Bye Grandma

I want to dedicate this post to my grandma who has decided to leave us and go home to our Lord. Growing up, there were many influential people in my life who helped to shape me and mold me into the person who I am today. Both of my grandmothers played roles, "mommy" as we called her was vital in that process. Mommy was actually my mothers mother, who when my birth mother was not able to take care of her responsibilities, mommy was one of those people who stepped in to raise the "kids." She raised my mothers three kids, her four, and the countless children that my grandfather had. (Yes, that is a whole other story to blog about) Mommy never complained about raising us and did so to the best of her ability, she loved us all unconditionally, it did not matter who our mothers or fathers were, we were all her children. In her Godly way, mommy is a hero in our familly who put all others before her to ensure that the people around here were always nuroushed. Although we did not have coins, mommy was wealthy in spirt and in love. I am proud to have been financially poor, had it been any other way I would have never had the opportunity to view life through these lens. thank you mommy !