Stupid is as Stupid does! Or does Insensitivity breed Insensitivity?


Are NFL football players public figures like a Syracuse Mayor? 

 

When NFL football players, who are selected by a group of men to serve their teams don’t deliver a return on the powers-that-be investment, they generally leave a sour taste for their fans on and off the playing field.  Take for example cornerback, Chris Culliver, for the San Francisco 49ers.  When Culliver made the ultimate scathing remarks about gay football players not being “welcomed” in their team’s locker room, many believed this young person had definitely crossed the line.  As confident as he assumed his position, the comment held much weight as so-called straight men playing in Super Bowl XLVII were being likened to Goliath and the closeted gay men held hands with David.  Culliver and his band of cronies would even deny taking part in a near “It Gets Better” campaign.  For a moment, gasps could be heard around the world as the 49ers drew closer to triumph.  Ultimately, Culliver and his Goliath brethren lost the match to the lone vocal David, Brendon Ayanbadejo, linebacker for the victorious Baltimore Ravens on February 3, 2013.  While there are surely Christians who believe homosexuality is an abomination, Ayanbadejo’s good over-powered Culliver’s evil.  Where was the leader or leaders who elected the bashing Culliver and his fellow mates at the time of the foul attention they garnered?  No one said that Culliver was wrong for his poor choice of words during his interview with Artie Lang.  It was almost as if the 49ers were sending a message directly to Ayanbadejo that “any sissies on the field are going down…”  Isn’t it time for the media to make Ayanbadejo’s crusade for Gay Rights and his Baltimore Ravens victory an example to all who oppose gay players in the NFL?  Would a 49ers victory at Super Bowl XLVII have been a slap in the face of adversity?  No doubt.  Isn’t it even time for team owners to speak up and say, “We will not and do not tolerate imposing fear on any player who can and wants to play football”?  In no way has it been shared and cared that Ayanbadejo is himself a gay player for the NFL.  However, if he is, has he not already become the “Jackie Robinson of the NFL?”  Not only should the owner or owners of the Baltimore Ravens applaud Ayanbadejo’s behavior on and off the field, the general public should do so as well.  “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” is obviously running amok in the testosterone-enraged locker rooms that Christians have helped to support.  Are club owners held to a majority view-point?  Maybe so.  For the love of the game, whether a man or woman can play the game should take precedence over one’s lifestyle or “way-of-life.”  Like any public figure, serving for the betterment of good should be the motto.

 

But like the NFL’s lack of cultural adversity, there are other figures or officials, like Syracuse Mayor, Stephanie Miner, who choose to ignore those who elected her to her position.  Like NFL players are employees to their team, a secretary or personal assistant to the Mayor should not overstep their bounds and become selective in which messages require a higher priority for the Mayor.  It may be a given that the Mayor receives all kinds of phone calls from voters and non-voters alike.  But when a call is made and a message is left with a secretary regarding discrimination or misuse of funds, the Mayor should extend the courtesy of returning the call.  What a scapegoat for the Mayor to say that she was never made aware of the attempt to expose the wrongdoing.  Again, like the abhorrent players in the NFL, a non-customer service oriented Mayor shows her true colors in a way comparable of flipping off endearing voters.  Having become interested in politics at an early age, Miner may have inherited or obviously enveloped a “Fake it till you make it” mentality toward the people of Syracuse, New York.  Although Miner is seeking a second term as Mayor in the Democrat majority-ruled city, her not so glorious performance record may go unnoticed by the people.  While the word “Democrat” or democracy is synonymous with being “for the people,” it is not yet discovered who or what Miner serves or supports.  Not returning phone calls is just one way to explain her ill towards the non-private sector.

 

A public figure is one whose life and behavior are the main focus of intense scrutiny and public interest.  Whether viewing a game on regular television or paying monies to attend an intense match.  As tensions brew on the football playing field, so do them inside City Hall or during the Mayor’s public and private addresses.  But as serving for the majority is a key issue, bestowing one’s own personal beliefs become more hurtful to those who are blindsided as fans.

Glorious, but Notorious


Glorlous, but Notorious

Has this World got enough

room for us?

 

Dark Hands

Light Hands

Everybody wants to leave the stands

Prayers sent out in song

Faithful followers don’t know they’re wrong

 

Glorious, but Notorious

Has this World got enough

room for us

 

As pressure builds

Hearts are thrilled

Do it up with drink or get pilled

On the cover

of Page 6 News

Quite a different lover

Now you got the blues

Where are the clues, for fools?

 

Glorious, but Notorious

Can your body

hold all of us?

 

Over the seas

You are a hit

Bell-ringer breeze

Let ‘em catch you in their mitt

 

Clothes on

They see the diamond sign

Glorious, but Notorious

Make ‘em go blind before you’re out of time

Tick-Tock

Goes the pretty clock

Glorious, but Notorious

Who’s making all the fuss?

Open for Pain


Greasy your hands

Impatient are your glands

Potions corruptedly mixed

Smoldering shooting star nixed

Forgiveness nowhere in sight

Forbidden pleasures torturous fight

With x-ray vision

Only glancing no longer the mission

With every bend

Oblivious to how you offend

Take care and yet beware

Of every silent hyena’s stare

Sugar is gold becoming honey

Sap spread and the shot is money

Underneath your clothes

Bears an unopened rose

The bees will not sting

Until the joy you bring

And like a happy bird

You sing the way they all once heard

What a blow to the ego

When you are a no-show

But with each attempt

More coins are pimped

But when you pimp the limp

Who then becomes the wimp?

The Queen who rules the 24 hours

Even headless you have the powers

And though you give face

This is but a taste

Of the pleasures

And treasures

That satisfy the measures

Upon salacious pressures

Where are they

When you want to play

Or have one stay

Until the end of May

Cause that’s when all springs

Turn to hay

And the day

Will come

When the mighty sum

Gives you the thumb

Chasing you from the beat

And off the heat

Before you are covered with the sheet

That turns the biggest trick

Of no longer keeping you sick

Cause that’s when all springs

Turn to hay

Blessing you with all pain brings

Every time your smarts you lay

Awakening

Forsaking

Shaking while

Making it just for the taking

Take care and beware

Of every Greek hyenas lair

Before you chase your hair

Away from all that is fair

Cause that’s when all springs

Turn to hay

Beating at your door with pain it brings

Will your voice pray

Before or after the dues they pay?

Is not a Muppet

A puppet?

No matter how you tuck it

Someone’s hand has to stuff it

Unclean hands

Spoil the glands

Enraging fans

In the stands

Be it woman or man

So can you take a stand

And be diamond grand?

Cut, color, carat

How long can you grin and bare it?

 

Liars and Thieves


Liars and Thieves

Are better off dead

One dreams and believes

Of another life inside their head

 

Greece and then Italy

Places they want to go

Signs of senility

Plagiaristic grammar does show

 

Never credit given

For other perfect work

What spirit or demon can live in

A body not only fit for a time clerk

 

Brainwashed poor fans

Seeking to find the light

Cheering and roaring in the stands

Blinded by what’s wrong and what’s right

 

Boys become girls

 Each then try to choose sides

Claiming to wear diamonds and pearls

Take each other on childish rides

 

Pity holds a party

And everybody comes

Who can tell who’s tardy

When buddies become chums?

 

Lovers of Life

Robs, cheats, and steals

How can the rich claim strife

When they don’t know the wheels and deals?

 

Gypsies, liars and thieves

Run from one corner to the next

Is one what one believes

When the Authenticity box is checked

Madonna, talk is cheap


Madonna at her 'Confessions' Tour at Wembley A...
Madonna at her ‘Confessions’ Tour at Wembley Arena. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I took to you like glue

Even made a rival or two

You had just what the world needed

At a time noses were treated

 

Year after year

You were a force to fear

Not even a prayer shed a layer

Without a hot music player

 

Who cared If you were not a voice

Definitely you were the choice

A look you made all on your own

Made many a hag and pseudo drag phone home

 

So then you went materialistic

Critics thought it too simplistic

The world saw Marilyn Monroe

Others said, “Look, I told you so”

 

Who on earth would want you to die

When all you do is make them cry

They thought “Holiday” was a vow you’d keep

Today Madonna, talk is cheap

 

Reinvention

The Goddess you sure are

Mal-attention

Theft can get you just so far

 

Borrow or steal

Do you know the real deal

Malcolm knew how to Vogue

Yet you call Caca the real rogue

 

What you did on the floor

After leaving them wanting more

Known throughout the whole world

Even if your hair isn’t curled

With a colorful child

Why only you can run so wild

A man in charge of all our issues

But you wish the world away with tissues

 

At a time when you should have said something

You did a nightly jig all for nothing

One hand on one large stack

While someone turned the pages of a book in Black

 

As the dollar is your witness

I hope you don’t miss this

“Holiday” is a mantra we should keep

It is 2012, Madonna, talk is cheap

 

Can’t you just rest on your laurels

Instead of inciting fights and quarrels

Still trying to stay relevant

B.O.B. knows you’re in it for the “hell of it!”

 

You were around when Bush was President

Instead of the Muslim sound, you were hesitant

Haven’t we paid and seen enough?

Hey, Gaga’s got more followers and stuff!

 

Once upon a time, you sang me to sleep

Now, I pray the Lord your soul does not weep

Just go back to making us dance

Leave the synthesizer on stage and trance

 

This is not the time to say what you say

The world is in turmoil let judgment lay

History has been made and you were first

Don’t number our days and help us be cursed

 

The Goddess of reinvention

That you sure are

Can you try to sow what you reap

Because frankly, Madonna, talk is cheap