Kramer Raps For You

The other day Michael Richards (Kramer) went-off on some "niggers" at the comedy club where he was preforming. Apparently these guys were talking constantly, laughing obscurely to attract attention, and making rude remarks throughout Michaels show.

If you don't know about what happened, you were probably living under a rock at the bottom of the sea. Have you eventually come up for air? Good.

Click here to listen to the remix.
KKKramer - "I'm not a racist"

Kramer Speaks Out

Here is the video clip that was taken by one gal who was watching Michael Richards in the comedy club. Michael's top blows off and he unleashes on the black men in balcony seats who were talking throughout his show.

Click here to go to YouTube to see what happened.

Another one taken by cancer

This morning before I left to go to work, my brother in-law gave me a call to inform me that my co-worker/friend’s father in-law had a massive heart attack the night before and died. Mr. Higgs had flown to The United States so that he can have a PET Scan and some other scans as well so that the doctors can see how far along the cancer had spread.

For a couple of months my friend, the co-worker, said that she was telling everyone (his family) that he needed to go and get himself checked, especially since he had bumps which started appearing all over his body. I heard that he had these bumps on his arms, legs, chest and the largest of these were all over his back. Heard it was real nasty.

Mr. Higgs’ cancer had gone into remission for about a year, and he was doing pretty good. In fact I was a little miffed because his treatment worked for him, and treatment has never seemed to work for my dad. But that’s how cancer goes. Cancer affects different people differently and the medication works on some people and not on others. Everyone is a new experiment to cancer.

It’s like cancer is determining what vital organs to attack, which people to experiment on, how to change it’s own genetic makeup so that one day it will be free from our bodies and walk the Earth causing absolute mayhem, chaos, and anarchy.

Cancer is an epidemic that needs to be killed. All of our money, power and intelligence should be fixed on exterminating this deadly army of life killing cells.

HELP FIGHT CANCER
The Cancer Society of The Bahamas
American Cancer Society
Canadian Cancer Society
Lance Armstrong's LIVESTRONG Foundation

Go Ahead, have another DRINK

I don't seem to have the desire or the drive to want to do anything with this Blog now days. After I get home from my 9 to 5 job I do not want to spend anytime on the computer - I just spent 8 hours on one. All I want to do is mix myself a cocktail and watch the tube.

I'm an alcoholic. I know that. A lot of people I know are. That's the type of life I grew up in. A life many Nassauvians (locals from Nassau) grew up in. Most of these people would never admit it but they are. I know what I am and it doesn't bother me. I'm not one of those "over-board" or "on-the-edge" drinkers. I don't get all crazy and puke all over the place. I don't fall off my bench or trip down the stairs. I don't embarrass myself or others in public, private, or any other way. I'm a social drinker who no longer needs to be social to have a drink or two,.....or five.

I've been up and down on this Liquor Roller Coaster over the years. I cut down a lot on my drinking and I was doing pretty good (if you don't mind me blowing my horn a little), but then dad was admitted in the hospital because of breathing complications related to his continual progressing cancer. He was nearing the ever so final page of inevitable death;...I just sorta picked back up on an "old" habit.

It's been really hard on all of us. We all have our own way to deal with this "mess" we're in. Some deal with it better than others. I thought I was handling things well, but I might have to reevaluate my own situation.

I enjoy spending time with my father now days and he seems to be getting better, but I know he's not. The cancer has spread throughout his body, it's only a matter of time now. But how much time does he have on this Earth? How long will my daddy be with us physically? No one knows. It could be one month, six months, one year or five. All I do know is that his race is almost over and no matter what happens that finish line will come too quickly.

I can only hope that when that day arrives and the following weeks, months, and even years; that I do not go overboard and drown in the frigged liquids of "what's your poison?" and spiral way out of control with mind altering drugs.