Blizzard '06 and All Kinds of Negrocity

IG'NANCE OF THE DAY:: "We would be on the slopes and wouldn't even have any skis. Black folks would be out there in they church shoes!" - Cedric the Entertainer from The Original Kings of Comedy


HA!!! and speaking of the darker nation doing things a little unorthodoxly, i must speak on the blizzard we experienced the other night. It really sucked to have to shovel and de-ice cars, walkways, steps, etc. nonetheless, there was a silver lining to the snow capped cloud of Blizzard '06...my imbecilic neighbors. first things first - we got 26.9 inches of snow. every channel had been force-feeding the public about the upcoming weather for at least a week and what to expect. Home Depot had a 50% off sale on all snow related merchandise like shovels and snow-blowers. this was not a game...hence my utter confusion and laughter when last night, i witnessed my neighbor digging around over 2 feet of snow with a Tennis Racket.

People, 2 feet of snow is NO JOKE!!!! especially when other people around you are trying to dig their way out and are piling more snow around your property or car to make way for themselves...but a tennis racket?!??! no wonder why he kept jumping in and out of the corolla watching as normal people shoveled and spread ice-melter...he was probably in awe of the simplicity of doing things while using common sense. i'm sure his eyes were itching and his mouth was burning, just DYING to ask me to use my shovel, ice-scraper or my ice melt mixture...but i guess he learned his lesson when he asked for a jump that last time...so he toiled away like an anorexic serena williams lost in the freshly fallen snow - racket, windbreaker and all.

then mine eyes were privy to the show that started my monday off with a good gut-busting laugh...watching this fool navigate out of his parking space over the now ice that he couldn't chip away with his racket yesterday. of course, he managed to wiggle his way in front of my car and get stuck on an ice patch, so i could not move as i watched him burn the last few treads of his tires away. i guess he got tired of going nowhere and i'm sure he noticed my cold stare, so here come the minions, his ashy wife and sister-one with a wire hanger and the other with some type of tribal artifact - no doubt to chip away at the ice. i almost died laughing at the vision of these fools, one just poking the ice with the tip of a hanger and the other breaking the wooden boobs off of somebody's ancestral likelihood. now the gods are probably all awry and spinning on another axis due to the violation of this statue...which i'm sure will result in a tribal ceremony tonight to beg for forgiveness....nonetheless, i was glad to be able to see the spectacle that i will call Nigs in the Blizz '06.

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