Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Ben Button/Forrest Gump

One Way Out


"I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we’ve come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we’ve come to our nation’s capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the “unalienable Rights” of “Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked “insufficient funds.”

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we’ve come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.

We cannot turn back.

There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro’s basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: “For Whites Only.” We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until “justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream.”¹

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest — quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of “interposition” and “nullification” — one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; “and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.”2

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

And this will be the day — this will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.

Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim’s pride,

From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.

Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:

Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

Free at last! Free at last!

Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

Monday, January 19, 2009

Black Dynamite Update

from the hollywoodreporter
PARK CITY -- A heated overnight negotiation yielded a rare studio purchase at Sundance early Monday as Sony Pictures scooped up the blaxploitation movie "Black Dynamite" for an estimated $2 million.

The studio is said to see the movie as a potential franchise along the lines of "Austin Powers" or "Friday," with a big marketing spend planned when the movie releases in the second half of the year.

Endeavor repped the filmmakers in the sale, with agents talking in multiple rooms to Sony execs in the agency's condo after the film's raucous 11:30 p.m. premiere Sunday. The deal closed at 6 a.m., making it the first overnight sale of this year's fest.

Scott Sanders directed and John Steingart produced and financed the 1970s-set picture, which centers on a campy story of drugs, violence and a powerful, mysterious figure who goes by the name Black Dynamite.

thanks to for the image.


Kaka's proposed £107-million transfer from AC Milan to Manchester City was dramatically spiked on Monday night with both clubs claiming to have pulled the plug on the deal.

The dramatic development came at the end of a day when a deal for the Brazilian playmaker appeared tantalisingly close.

Man City's executive chairman Garry Cook lead a club delegation in meetings with Milan officials and Kaka's father, Bosco Leite in attempt to broker what would have been a world record transfer.

However, in a statement the Premier League club said they had pulled out of negotiations as there was little chance of a deal being done owing to the complexity of the terms.

Cook told the club's website: ''Whilst Manchester City Football Club has an obvious interest in world-class players of the quality of Kaka, we owe it to our fans that such a transfer must work on every level; commercially, financially, in terms of results on the field and within Manchester City's broader community.

''The club felt that it was unlikely that the two parties could reach common ground for an agreement. The discussions reached only a preliminary stage and the player was not involved at any time."

Somewhat contradicting City's claims were comments from Silvio Berlusconi, the Italian Prime Minister and Milan's owner, who said Kaka himself rejected the move.

''Money is not everything for Kaka, there are things more important than money. We are happy. We offered the player the chance to consider the offer, but he has higher values,'' Berlusconi told Italian television when explaining the 26-year-old's decision to turn down a move to the Eastlands club.

''It was down to me and also to him,'' added Berlusconi. "When I heard he would prefer to stay, that he didn't think he would be missing a great opportunity and he prefers the values of our flag, the values of closeness and friendship, the warmth and the affection that all the fans have shown him in these days, I said 'hooray' and we hugged. Kaka is staying at Milan.'' You guys suck big time forever. Thanks to for the image.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Dick and Jose

Dick Gregory says good riddance to Bush. And Jose overbids.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Bryant McKinnie and Venus Williams

from an article at
On his relationship with Venus Williams:
Venus and I met about a year and a half ago, maybe two years ago. I was in Los Angeles. Me and a few of my friends were hanging. It just so happens we were with one of the girls who works for ESPN. I was out there doing something for her. She was like, "Come to this place tonight." So, we went. About 30 minutes later, Venus and Serena came in. They were at the table next to us. I knew who they were, but I wasn't paying them any attention. They were dancing and everything. Then, later that night, the lady from ESPN tried to get Venus and me to exchange numbers. She thought this would be a good hook up. The next couple of weeks, when I would go places in Miami, I would run into her. She was like, "Oh, my God, we keep running into each other." So, we exchanged numbers and from there we would go out during the day to different places. We'd go to little restaurants on South Beach. We were hanging out a lot. Then I bought my place, and I found out she had her own interior decorator company. She did my house. We were around each other, and I started going to her matches.

Our personalities clicked. We've got each other back being motivated. I'm real, real motivated this year. She is, too. She wants to get back on the top. And I want to go back to how it was in college. So, we motivate each other. If I see her doing good, it makes me want to come out here and practice harder. There's motivation for both of us. We call each other. I follow her career right now. She texts me and says, "The next one I'm going to win for you." Stuff like that.

Is Venus the one?
Possibly, but it takes time. We haven't been around each other as much because she has been overseas. We text-message a lot, or we'll call each other. I'm supposed to go and get my passport, so I can head over to England to watch her play at Wimbledon.

Another gem from the same interview:
As a child: Growing up, I liked Thundercats. MC Hammer had a cartoon with shoes that danced. I liked that. I liked He-Man. I liked the Smurfs.

Never doubt Peanut Butter Honey, it's delicious.

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