I HATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEE coming to this Ghetto-Hood-Mart. But, I can walk there and pick up a case of blue moon without getting ripped at the am pm or the arab/indian brothas store in the area. That said, I can often read between the lines of a person's character when they disguise being a racist when using the term ghetto, but that is not ya cultureman. See. I am Cultureman a son of Adam and Eve. Thus, even with many different blood types, and different beautiful cultures, we are one race. So what do I mean by ghetto? Parents cussing out their kids for touching things, or cussing in front of them. Folks walking around in PJs at 230 in the afternoon. The whole family of 12 standing in line, when only one person is purchasing something. 700 pound folks walkin round with 9 inch heels limping, squeezing a 44 inch waist into a size 33, knowing dam well that shopping cart shouldn't have two cases of soda and all them doritos man! Wheew. I love women! All shapes, sizes, and colors....but dam! Where's the Walmart security? With all of the opened beer cans and opened food items stuffed in isles, foos can come there, and have a beer with a sandwich in the TV section, then burp pass the 80 year old recipt checking pops at the exit talkin bout "have a nice day"
Ok. Here's my gripe, as well as learning how much human's have lost the ability to support each other emototionally, spiritually etc. So sad. Here's the deal. I race to the garden section to checkout. Aka, the short cut. WRONG! Line full of folks with the same idea. So. I'm standing behind a 30 something attractive lady holding a half gutter rat, half alley cat looking dog with about 130 items in her cart. I swear the dog was about a pound in a half. Yeyeee. She made it to the check out, but at the same time, a lady with a guide dog enters. Gutter rat begins barking at guide dog. Guide dog is like "whatever foo" and didn't make a sound. The checkout dude said mam, there are no dogs allowed in the store unless they are a service animal. She said "oh, he's an emotional support dog. He asked her to explain. She went on about how people with certain emotional needs have animals that could be considered service animals, and that she even flies with her dog for emotional support. The checkout dude said that he'd never heard of that, and to make sure she had state licensed documentation to show in case someone stops her.
Now yelpers. Don't throw anything at me or be pissed. But that's a dam shame how we lost our connection to each other as human kin. So much so, that folks can reach new lows thinking that they have to replace human emotional support for that of a dog, or animal. Emotional support? So now I can get on a plane with my parrots Paco and Tuco on my shoulders holding my goldfish in a small container, all 6 foot 3 245 pounds of me then sitting down, and responding to those staring at me talkin bout "oh, these are my emotional support friends. I had a dog for a looooong time, and I'm not knocking folks with pets. I rescued Aswad (dog) at the brink, and still wish I came across the bastard who almost killed him. He's gone now and wont be replaced. All and all. We need to reconnect with each other or soon, at the rate things are going, folks will turn to getting legislation to marry their dogs, cats, and chipmunks. read more