Greetings people. The last time I came at you guys was on Feb. 16, 2014. That’s 426 days ago. I have long neglected this blog and it’s now time to bring this puppy back. There have been a lot of things worth my attention that I haven’t had the ability to really shoot on until today. This blog will be a place for me to let rip with MY opinions and MY feelings. If you have a problem, you can do two things:
Without further ado, let’s get this started.
♠ Back in Business ♠
Writing means sharing. It’s part of the human condition to want to share things – thoughts, ideas, opinions.
— Paulo Coehlo
LAKEWOOD, N.J. (JSC) — In the 426 days since I last blogged from this site, there have been a multitude of things that have happened that I haven’t been able to really express myself on because of my aforementioned jobs. I can honestly say that after 10 years having worked professionally as a journalist and broadcaster that this notion of being a journo meaning you can’t express your thoughts on pressing societal matters, or even simple shit such as sports or entertainment, is as outdated as Netscape Navigator. Why not just write your stories with a typewriter and mass produce papers on an old school printing press while you’re at it. It’s 2015. This idea that reporters are essentially only to speak facts and remain unbiased died with the Fairness Doctrine 30 years ago. It’s never as simple as playing it straight down the middle. I have discovered in the last five years working primarily as a print journo that it’s nearly friggin impossible to do so. This blog is going to be, for lack of a better term, a well-organized brain dump. Some of it will deal with current events; some of it will be personal observations about life; some of it will be thoughts on sports; all of it will be off the cuff. It will contain the occasional salty language, and it will have gratuitous usage of pro wrestling lingo. So without further ado, let’s go!
Continue reading Speaking from the Heart: Random Thoughts and the Return of JSC
♣ Believe It or Not… ♣
DETROIT (JSC) — Greetings, people. It’s once again time for another edition of #TBTonJSC. This week, we’re talking heroes. In the couple of days that have passed since Charles Ramsey became the most hilarious hero this side of Darkwing Duck, I got to thinking about what this week’s #TBT would feature and it immediately hit me. Anyone who knows me well knows that I’m a child of the 1980s (Not to be confused with being an 80s Baby — I was born in 1979). One of the best things about having grown up in the 1980s were the TV shows. In many cases, the shows had some of the greatest theme songs ever. Often the theme would be better than the show. Whether it was Diff’rent Strokes, The A-Team, Knight Rider, Magnum P.I., Dallas, The Thundercats, or one of the numerous variations of The Cosby Show, TV came very strong. The TV of the 80s is why I think today’s television stinks. One 1980s show, however, had arguably the best theme ever: The Greatest American Hero. The actual name of the song is Believe It or Not. It got as high as #2 on the Billboard charts in 1981. It was legit. I was much too young to have seen much of the show’s original 1981 to 1983 run. I was just 4 years old when it was cancelled. In terms of the show itself, truthfully, it was straight basura on wheat toast. The premise of it was that this English teacher is visited by aliens and given a suit that gave him weird super powers. Unfortunately, he loses the instruction manual (!!!) and has to figure out how the damn thing worked for himself. The fact that show lasted two years, in my opinion, was that kick-ass theme song. Anyone who is over the age of 30 already knows how that song starts. Welp, in honor of Charles Ramsey, this week’s #TBTonJSC is the first of what will be many great TV theme songs from the 1980s. Let’s Go. Continue reading #TBT on #JSC (May 9, 2013): Hero Worship
♣ What We’re Gonna Do Here Is Go Back… ♣
DETROIT (JSC) — Good Thursday Morning people! As #JSC continues to expand and evolve into being more than your average blog site, I’ve decided to debut something new. Well, I mean, it’s new for this site. Anyone who is on Instagram and Twitter knows that Thursdays have become a refuge for a boatload of pictures of people from as far back as the womb to (strangely) as recent as the day before with the wonderfully witty hashtag #TBT, which stands for Throwback Thursday. Welp, on this here site, I shall have a different tack for #TBT here on #JSC. I will not inundate you with pictures of my horribly adorable self as a kid. Instead, I’m pulling out classic movie clips, TV shows, sports moments, commercials, of course music, especially Hip-Hop. As you would expect, that’s where we’re going for the first installment of #TBTonJSC. Let’s Go.
Continue reading #TBT on #JSC (April 25, 2013): “Don’t Curse”
UPDATE (7:15 p EDT): A.J. Clemente was fired by KFYR shortly after the original Blog went up. Damn, Homie.
Apparently, dropping a double-barrell profanity bomb as two of the first three words you ever utter in the business is an easy way to end up out of it. He has already had Opie & Anthony reach out to have him on their show and he’s seemingly garnered the support of Twitter with the hashtag #HireAJ being passed around. He also took time to elaborate on the “gay” that was heard before his famous two words:
Either way, best of luck to this cat. If anything, it can only get better from here…right?
Continue reading #JSC Quickie: So You Had a Bad Day…
♥ You’ll Probably Hate This…♥
“If you are talentless, without ambition, morbidly obese, illiterate, or foul smelling: You do NOT have Haters! Some people just don’t like you.” — Carmelita Wingate. Longtime friend, from Twitter in 2009.
DETROIT (JSC) — I sit here at this desk as a 32-year-old Black man from inner-city Detroit. I have a small number of people I call my true friends. I have an even smaller contingent of people I call family. I have acquaintances, confidants, Frat brothers, Sorors, and people who are just fans who are along for the ride (thank you for the support by the way). I also have people who don’t like me, care for me, despise me, or even waste a nanosecond of their time thinking about me. This too is just fine with me. The one thing I do not have, will not have, and never have had are “Haters”. Not one. Nobody. I mean, I’ve had people who didn’t support me or what I was doing. I’ve had countless people who didn’t like me. Hell, when I was in Lansing six years ago, there was a cat that I’d never met running around Lansing claiming that I was bisexual and he had seen me in a club with a man. When I confronted him about it, his ass suddenly bailed off the other end of the phone and hid behind his girlfriend. TRUE STORY! I get it. MFers are not going to like me, and guess what: I’M FINE WITH THAT! Hell, I’m an acquired taste as it is. Not everyone is gonna get it. But here’s my issue, part of the problem with this country as a whole, and the black community in particular, is that we are too busy worrying about people who don’t like us. We crave their approval and use it as some sick & twisted motivator. It’s time to face facts: You don’t have “haters.” As the above quote says: “Some people just don’t like you!” Let’s Go. Continue reading Hate Crimes: My Manifesto on “Haters”
♠ Justice isn’t just blind; It’s Confused. ♠
“Justice has nothing to do with what goes on in a courtroom; Justice is what comes out of a courtroom”
— Clarence Darrow
DETROIT (JSC) — I can tell you exactly where I was on the morning of October 3, 1995. I was sitting in an economics class at Renaissance High School. The entire room was packed and the TV was locked on Channel 4 (WDIV, the Detroit NBC affiliate) as we had gotten word that the jury, after just four hours of deliberation, had returned with a verdict in the murder trial of NFL Hall of Fame running back O.J. Simpson. The entire room (composed almost entirely of black students and faculty) let out a very loud cheer as it was announced that Simpson, accused of murdering his ex-wife and her boyfriend a year earlier, was not guilty on all charges. The incredulous disbelief on the faces of white people around the country was priceless. I admit it. It was funny. But those incredulous looks had nothing on the O_o!!?? look I had on my face at 2:19 p.m. Eastern Time today when I heard the words “Not Guilty” uttered three times in regards to Casey Anthony. And unlike that cool October morning 16 years ago, there was no color line in the stunned shock. Let’s Go. Continue reading Case Study: What We Learned From Casey Anthony…