Like many people I was eager to appreciate some cutting-edge movie technology with a good flick. Instead i got the same old, same old....
Basically, the visuals were truly amazing, but the storyline overwhelmingly sucked! Once again, as a movie audience member, I was force fed another image (slash) story (slash) Dancing With Wolves (slash) Last Samurai (slash) Tom Cruise saves the helpless natives from his own people type of flick...
Basically hated it. Save you money and buy few rolls of toilet tissue to wipe your own ass because this movie smells like some bullshit.
I
remember when you first emerged as a golfer in college and shortly
thereafter as professional golfer who was projected to be the richest
athlete ever. Well, it seems that the predictions of your professional
and financial successes were correct. I'm not surprised. You're a great
golfer and your image has brought the sport of golf to main stream
attention. Congrats again to you.
I also remember when your
inevitable success was apparent and Michael Jordan and Charles Barkley
attempted to befriend you and sorta "take you in" as an extremely rich
professional black athlete, and you kinda resisted it... In fact you
went out of your way to affirm that you weren't "black." You saying
something like "Blasian?" ....ok.
Well some time as passed since
and it seems like you've made plenty of friends on your own without the
close affiliation of Michael Jordan and Charles Barkley.
Don't get me wrong, I'm sure you guys are cool, but I don't see you in Chuck's "Favorite 5" and now I hear you changed your number and didn't even tell Barkley?....
Frankly
Tiger, i think you've mastermind this disaster all by yourself. At
one point in the game you had the opportunity to learn from some of
sports greatest black men (Jordan & Barkley) an you resisted to
find yourself in this mess.
You gotta trust me on this one, I'm sure they've done much worse than you, but you don't see their dirt headlining CNN!
So check this out T-Dub, since no one was successfully able to reach you with some game, I'm going to bless you for free:
1. Don't be leaving messages on these hoe's voice mails!!
Dude, you are Tiger Woods. If a tramp don't answer your call, move on to the next. Don't leave a message. You're Tiger Woods.
2. Don't be texting these tricks.
Again
you're Tiger Woods. You need a "Bat Phone" to call them from a
restricted number. Don't give those chicken heads your number. Are you
tripping homey? You're Tiger Woods. If they don't pick-up, move on to the
next.
3. Don't be hiding ou.
Man, "Man Up!" You mean to
tell me that you can't even make your own golf tournament because you
got caught out playing in the field? Come on dude.... If Kobe can
cheat on his wife, rape a skeezer and then pay her off in the public
media eye in the same breath, then surely you can emerge after feeding
your sexual ambitions.
Lastly: Stop negotiating with these
fools. What do you want to do, go out like Bil Clinton? All I gotta say
is be "Like Mike" and keep your mouth shut. Pay your wife off to leave
you alone and stop texting these broads!!!
HOLD UP!!! Khloe Kardashian and Los Angeles Laker Lamar Odom tied the knot?
Kardashian met Odom just ONE MONTH AGO(?) and and the couple was reportedly working on a prenuptial agreement(?)....
And Odom's teammates Luke Walton and Sasha Vujacic attended the ceremony, along with Lakers coach Phil Jackson?...WTF???????
Not only is Odom "beyond the brink," but I just threw up (sound effects here). Dude you don't marry no broad you met a month ago!!! ...Especially a Kardashian!!! I can't believe this mess.
You know what?... I'm jus going to keep this real. This one goes out to all the pregnant women who feel entitled to reap all hell just because you're pregnant: I ain't buying it. Yes, you are pregnant. Yes, you are susceptible to mood swings due to hormonal changes. And yes you are possibly tripping because you've gained a gang of weight and some permanent stretch marks....
But enough is enough! If you don't think the father is pregnant with anticipation, stress, the unknown, worry, lifestyle change, financial reconfigure etc.... (and Heaven help a father if he's having a girl. He's prolly looking up firearms and preparing himself to block any image of his daughter EVER having sex).
But fuck that. If a pregnant woman can't get a valid perspective that the father is pregnant too, and that he's tripping just as hard as she is--but in his own different way, then I say your belly is half baby and half full of shit!
Yup, I said it. Because it needs to be said. And if I had it in me to call you "bitch," then I'd do that too.
All of a sudden I'm questioning "mixed" folks. Meaning: What are y'all?... For the most part I always considered anyone mixed with Black as "Black." But after watching this video and just thinking about the times when I've been confronted with the actual identity of some mixed folk, the question clearly stands with the reality of YOU ARE MIXED. So just what are you?
Now don't get me wrong, you don't have to choose. And then again, you can choose if you want to... But it would be remiss to think that just because you're "mixed" (with let's say Black and White) you are one and not the other. The truth is your are both, right?
Yet I know some Mixed folk who have clearly chosen to be Black vs. the Whiteness of one of their parents. And that's cool. I guess... After all, It's not my dilemma.
The historical rules of this society have labeled a person to be "Black" if you have one drop of Black blood in you. But I now see that's just a societal term or thought. It really doesn't embody the truth of what a mixed person is. It only deems how society is "supposed" to think about you.
However some of you have clearly decided to be just "Black." And some resist being put in a box of just "Black."
Personally I've never associated "Black" with being a real lael of race. I'm saying you got Persians in Persia, you got Indians in India, you got Chinese in China etc.... But where is the country Black? Or just as valid, where is the country of White?...
Sure I get the convenience of those labels, but I think our society has become lazy when it comes to acknowledging each other. Then again, are we moving towards a colorless society, or at least a society where color doesn't really matter?
I dunno.... But I do that it is important to some people. So it'll always be an issue. So to at least help me and the rest of the world figure it, please take the poll below.
And is it politically correct to capitalize the word "Mixed?" I I always capitalize Black, White and so on... And I know it's like a matter of choice. I guess I'm kinda wondering if "Mixed" is the new race.
Yup. Back from the dead. And i don't have AIDS, nor a criminal record, so I must be doing ah'ight.
Man... You jus don't know how many times I've sat at this keyboard and considered returning to "THE VERGE." Perhaps I was lying to myself, affirming that OTV was just a place of my past, but no... It's been all too close--arms reach in fact. And as much as I didn't want to return to this ambiguous place of frustration and coldness.... I'm back bitches.
And yeah I gotta speak the truth as only the Honorable DeePiuM sees it:
Steve McNair
A brotha simply and tragically beyond the brink. Now don't get me wrong he most certainly didn't deseve to die the way he did at the hands of a suicide/homicidal crazed TGIF waitress working bee eye itch... But he created his situation. RIP my brotha...
As a result I will do my best to walk the line On The Verge and stay on the path of the sane and living. Then again you never know what someone else has instore for you. It could be death, a wonderful life, or a simple sperm jack. Yes a sperm jack. I caint get into it right now, but I usually pill the real in due time so stay tuned on that note.
And then my man Michael Jackson. Man... That was a shoocker. And of course I got lots to say on my boy about that one. But I prefer to focus on what he left us, rather than the way he left us.
Nonetheless, I think it kinda bothers me that MJ left the majority of his financial legacy to 3 engineered white kids that obviouly weren't of his DNA. I mean, am I trippin? Is that racist of me? The way I see it, there are a lot of little black kids that I coulda easily plugged into that tragic/happy ending. I don't get that one Mike...
But I do know this: Mike was a loving and generous person. The amount of charity he demonstrated and the messages of love he illustrated in his music are lessons I seem to still be trying to swallow....
Moreover, I will miss knowing that Mike is among the land of the living. Nonetheless, I'm sure he's in a much better place. This I know. And This is what consoles me on THE VERGE.
I ain't even got to Barack yet. But trust me I will...
OTV the Handbook: The blog, the women, the violence, and of course: the sour cream.
Coming soon... to a bookstore near you!
While sorting through some of the posts and other writings of the most Admirable and Sincere Sir DPM, I've decided to compile a book/novel/handbook of the complete OTV journey of DPM.
Woven into this discourse will the the chronicled thoughts behind the blog. As well as the simultaneous events, and what I call "The Lost Scrolls of DPizM." Yes that's right! I'm not sure if DPM was holding back or what(?) But I found a gang of post that were never published including 3 more CBBW's, confessions of DPM's bout with Sour Cream, the traumatic manifestation of DPM aka the more noted, "Don't Push Me."
The Final Scrolls of DPizM: #5 (The Last Post)
*Excavated by the Admin of OTV. Originally by scribed by the most
admirable and sincere DPM around late July 20ish in Puerto Rico.
The simple sum of things is to say it was "fun." A pleasantly surprising adventure of Revelation and healing. I have to admit, I was prepared to be, "On the Verge of Dating White Girls (dot com)" forever even though I had no intention of ever dating a White girl--and I haven't.
However, "On the Verge of Dating White Girls" unexpectedly turned out to be the name of this place in my head. My world. I coined it. I gave it a label. Much like a useless, yet attractive pair of seventeen-inch-screen plasma screens mounted in the rear window of my pimped out rant mobile.
I can't say that I'm completely surprised. I mean, it's the web. Therefore these posts have an infinite possibility of reaching beyond my fingertips via the Internet. I'm not sure how far that was or wasn't but I can say that my journey has been just as long or even more moving.
It's a slippery description to express. An elusive image to dictate. A too blurry reality to believe... But it remains noteworthy that OTV has been an instrumental reinforcement of the belief that very word and true essence of the word "Love" is undermined, underestimated and underused within the everyday vocabulary of us. Begining with ourselves, we must use LOVE more.
Specifically, for the exclusive ignorant, shallow and unknowing audience, please know that in no way did I ever use this site to hate. My frustrations may appeared to be "not so loving" at times. But it was just that, "FRUSTRATION." Nonetheless, I aired it out with the help of comments, conversation and email. For that I thank you.
And even though much of the healing energy came as a humanitarian donation of curiosity, empathy, laughter, anger, etc.... I feel in debted to those who cared enough to read, comment and lurk. Therefore I must tell you that your boy, the DPMystic has reached a crossroad. No longer can I post as DPM. I can't even return home as Deepium. Instead, I must die. I gotta kill DPM. Let him move on whatever...
It's part "SUICIDE" because I have to knowingly kill a side of myself. Then again it's my "SACRIFICE" if I consider it an offering to the God of my power of manifestation and a cyber reference for anybody feeling me or the confines of OTV.
In all, what can I say? There's is something strangely beautiful about death and that untimely time is now. And I'm going to do so with a beautiful Black woman and my Blackest Black self because I deserve so and I'm pimpy. And who knows? Perhaps we can because she is Supa and I am The Blackest Black Man Ever. Sounds good to me--plus she hates sour cream.
But for those who didn't get it, for those who were offended by the title, my blog, "Pimp Game,"Sour Cream, my collection of nipple pics, there's only one explanation (Hopefully you'll get it):
(Actually, this post bothers me... Next life time y'all. I'm 5000).
I find it interesting that Sister2Sister was
quick to bash OTV while WhiteWomenBlackMen.com was quick to read what
it was about and respectfully left it out of their cypher.
In sum, Sister2Sister is just the type of thing that brings OTV to fruition. Thanks. Sistas!
It was brought to the attention of "The Verge" that there is a group of Black Women (Sister2Sister) who are senselessly hating of the life and times of the most admirable DPM and his journey "On the Verge..." Perhaps they aren't courageous enuff to get by their own issues of Black men, but to interpret the satire, opinions, and commentary of DPM as "dedicating a site to why sista's ain't good enough?" And then to go on to say that, "This is why we will
never be respected by other races, we don't even like or respect
ourselves."...is rethikulous!
These and other words of theirs are far from the truth, mission, healing and experience of OTV. I can also add that during the life and walk of Deepium on OTV he was fortunate enough to encounter a variety of Beautiful Black Women who respected his stance, expression and honesty.
To say that OTV is a site that:
"is about a bunch of
angry black men hating on angry black women. its a vicious cycle rooted
in mistrust and societal pressures on our race. its really sad...why
cant there be a sight for bm and bw to express their feelings instead
of saying they are "on the verge". that shows a lot of immaturity imo.
im just saying, if a black man isn't strong enough to hold his black "sista"
down, then we don't need him..."(dahh..)
The Verge is an interesting place where you can slip and fall at any time... Basically, grip, stability and style are essential. These are my suggestions...
