So apparently McCain's wife is a Trollop and a CUNT

According to McCain. I was parusing through blog world and saw a commentor mention this lil' reported fact.

Here is questioned by a reporter
Here is the story as reporting by Huffington Post

Trollup was a new word to me. According to Dictionary.com a trollop is a woman that sleeps with many men for money.

Umm - I think that endearing political fist bump trumps being called a trollop and cunt.

Please make sure to tell at least one person about this - as the media fails to take this and run with it.

Perhaps this is a non-issue...however, this tells you a LOT about a person's character. You are supposed to respect your wife above all other people (right?). If you disrespect your wife, I can't imagine what might come out of your mouth to some of these leaders of opposing nations. We need to reconcile, not further alienate the USA.

Wanted to memorialize this...

Your lover kisses you and you feel a tremor in the back in your knees.
The synopsis fire, sending orders to move your legs...move your arms.
he's the one for you.
he's the man of your dreams.
he's your one and only.
And you know because the smell of him makes your head swim
Because you get a physical jolt
Everytime he sends a glance your way.
he touches you here [hand]
...and you feel it here [throb in the clit].
You touch him anywhere and
You feel it everywhere.

- Alice @ The L Word (cept the he's are she's and the him's are hers)

Happy Day

Dr. just asked me to be her Maid of Honor. Hoooray. Dr. is my GIRL. Ride or Die. She's ALWAYS been there for me, even if she didn't agree with me. And same with me. There is no room for judgement because unconditional love exists.

So now, I'm onto planning the Bachelorette Party in none other than MIA!!!!

I've seen Dr. grow up so much in the past 8 years. She's matured into a lovely, loving young woman.

Nothing will be sacred...

I know you saw the picture of Michelle giving Obama dap. DAP, that's what WE call it. If you must ask WE who? both you and I have either lived very different lives, or perhaps you are from a different generation.

CNN now calls it the, "political fist bump." WTF. Naw, that was Michelle giving her man DAP before his acceptance speech. Some folks kiss, some folks hug, but apparently the Obama's give each other endearing DAP. That's something that is not foreign to US; however, it's now being exposed. It won't be long before you see two non-black WASP executives giving each other DAP upon the execution of a major contract.

I know you heard Anderson Cooper and Donna Brazille decipher if they were each other's BOO. While boo can be debated as to whether that's a derogatory and/or pathetic term to call your loved one, I always thought it had a simple cute ring to it. Matter of fact, my best work friend and I called each other, "work-boos." CNN also had a dissection of what the term Boo means.

I can say I've been at fault for sharing terms. Take for example bourgeois...or simply bougie. I said this around my all non-black co-workers and they were like, "huh...what is this bougie word that you speak of?" I thought EVERYBODY used that term, but apparently, that's something more common amongst US.

I'm not saying it's bad, I'm just concluding that endearing means of communication that are unique to the black American venacular are about to become mainstream with the Obama's in the spotlight.

Portia

Dear Grandma,

You never failed to write a card and send your love. Your birthday is coming up. I think of you quite often. There are several times when I tear up missing you. Every time I look at your daughter, my mother I see you. I look at my shape and thank you. My elbows are ashy right now, lol, if you were here, I am sure you'd comment and I'd run and get some lotion. And every time my bra strap shows, I tuck it away because I hear you telling me to. And I can sleep with the lights off because you gave me that sense of safety. That's actually quite profound now that I really think about that. The dark represents the unknown, you helped me to be fearless in the face of the unknown..in many more aspects of life. You taught me about love of people. You were the best conversationalist. You were the friendliest person...nobody was a stranger. Especially in Chester. You weren't wasteful at all...I still eat everything on my plate. And like you, I conserve paper towels, lol, if I just use them to dry my hands, I'll set it out to dry so that I can reuse it. When I'm too lazy to vacuum, sometimes I pick randoms off of the floor like you used to do. Sundays I wake up and I watch all of the Sunday morning news shows that you used to. And I've even come to appreciate and love my grandfather in a way that I believe that you think would be appropriate. I truly believe that he loved you. I live in your favorite city in the United States. You smelled wonderful, like Obsession mixed with spearmint gum. You are here with me in my hotel room right now, I am sure because you're presence is so overwhelmingly strong.

When I was coming of age, you told me what it means to be a democrat. You told me to always vote democrat. Did you ever think that your legacy would be alive to vote for a black democrat...for President?

Love,
Me
June 2, 2008

Where were you when Obama won the democratic nomination?

I was in Chili's in the Galleria Mall in Houston, Texas eating salmon, broccoli and rice. I called my best friend, my quasi-on-off-again boyfriend, and all of my family members.

Walking from the mall to the hotel, I told every random black person, "Obama just won the democratic nomination." They'd smile and sit a lil' taller.

I don't think people understand why this is monumental.

My grandmother remembers when her right to vote was reinforced (1963).
My father remembers when the schools in Durham, NC were desegregated (mid 1960s).
I remember being the ONLY black student in my elementary school in the 1980s.


NOW WE HAVE A BI-RACIAL (BLACK BY USA STANDARDS) PRESIDENTIAL NOMINEE.

*FAINT*

WATCHING THE SPEECH
He LOVES his family. You see how intimate the lil' dap it up between them was. She looked at him and thought, "My Man," (c) Jay-Z.

Stop stop stop stop. This is crazy crazy crazy. Wonderful wonderful wonderful.