Labels or Love by Fergie

Shopping for labels, shopping for love
Manolo and Louis, it’s all I’m thinking of
Shopping for labels, shopping for love
1, 2
Manolo and Louis, it’s all I’m thinking of
1, 2, 3 Turn the lights on.

I already know what my addiction is
I be looking for labels, I ain’t looking for love
I shop for purses while love walks out the door
Don’t cry, buy a bag and get over it
And, I’m not concerned with all the politics
It’s a lot of men I know I could find another.

What I know is that I’m always happy when I walk out the store, store
I’m guessing Supercalifragi-sexy, nothing to be playing with
I love him, hate him, kiss him, diss him, tryna to walk a mile in my kicks

[Chorus]
Love’s like a runway but which one do I love more?
No emotional baggage, just big bags filled with Dior
Love’s like a runway, so what’s all the fussing for?
Let’s stop chasing them boys and shop some more.
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, Turn the lights on.

I know I might come off as negative
I be looking for labels, I ain’t looking for love
Relationships are often so hard to tame
A Prada dress has never broken my heart before
And, ballin’s something that I’m fed up with
I’mma do the damn thing, watch me do the damn thing
Cause I know that my credit card will help me put out the flames
I’m guessing Supercalifragi-sexy, nothing to be playing with
I love him, hate him, kiss him, diss him, tryna to walk a mile in my kicks

Gucci, Fendi, Prada purses, purchasing them finer things
Men they come a dime a dozen, just give me them diamond rings
I’m into a lot of bling, Cadillac, Chanel and Coach
Fellas boast but they can’t really handle my female approach
Buying things is hard to say
Rocking Christian Audigier, Manolo, Polo, taking photos in my Cartier
So we can’t go all the way, I know you might hate it but
I’m a shop for labels while them ladies lay and wait for love

[Chorus]
Love’s like a runway but which one do I love more?
No emotional baggage, just big bags filled with Dior
Love’s like a runway, so what’s all the fussing for?
Let’s stop chasing them boys and shop some more.
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, Turn the lights on.

Shopping for labels, shopping for love
Manolo and Louis, it’s all I’m thinking of
Shopping for labels, shopping for love
1, 2
Manolo and Louis, it’s all I’m thinking of
1, 2, 3 Turn the lights on.

Tea Rap (Elemental)

(Silent Weapons for Quiet Wars, a blueprint for the BILDERBERGER’s quiet war against America, was discovered in 1986 by William Cooper.)

UPDATE, June 10, 2008, 6pm est, from World Reports:

LONDON, 10th June 2008: If the Editor were to publish what we know, and is known, about the global tensions raging behind the scenes right now, the keyboard would overheat, the screen might glow, and the Editor might risk self-vaporisation. Reports of the self-appointed, arrogant globalist claque falling out at its annual Bilderberg meeting, as occurred in 2007, of ongoing bitter arguments and position-taking inside the Federal Reserve’s structures, of associates of highest-level trustees being abruptly conveyed to safe houses for their own safety, of World Court/ICJ immunities ceasing to apply, and of some of the most notorious criminalists holding high office quivvering at long last in their boots, would fill many column inches, or feet, of this service.

Democratic President John F. Kennedy - April 27, 1961

“For we are opposed around the world by a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy that relies primarily on covert means for expanding its sphere of influence–on infiltration instead of invasion, on subversion instead of elections, on intimidation instead of free choice, on guerrillas by night instead of armies by day. It is a system which has conscripted vast human and material resources into the building of a tightly knit, highly efficient machine that combines military, diplomatic, intelligence, economic, scientific and political operations. Its preparations are concealed, not published. Its mistakes are buried, not headlined. Its dissenters are silenced, not praised. No expenditure is questioned, no rumor is printed, no secret is revealed. It conducts the Cold War, in short, with a war-time discipline no democracy would ever hope or wish to match.”

I post the Temptations’ “Ball of Confusion” in light of the posting of the attendee list of the most recent Bilderberg Group meeting that took place in in Chantilly, VA last week. Note the conspicuous absence of ASIA on this list.

What does it mean? Well for starters, the Bilderbergers are a Euro-centric power elite who only just started playing nice with Japan. China was never really a part of this cabal, except in the colonial sense in certain big cities were the Rockefellers have banks.

Still, my gut tells me that a huge silent war rages between the Euro-Elites of the West and China, which is why I mention it. This was a last minute “Death Throes of the Beast” panic meeting, during which the Group FINALLY gave up on the Clinton Machine and accepted the ascension of the Obamamaniac faction led by Trilateralist Zbigniew Brzezinski. The question of the restoration trillions of stolen offshore dollars loomed overhead. High tension and infighting were reported. Every G8 country stands to lose, big time, if the Bilderbergers’ treasonous activities go public, so I can only imagine it was an unhappy few days of mutual blackmail and a changing of the Globalist Guard.

If a silent war indeed rages, and if I were a betting person, I’d be putting put my money on China right now. The last post at Global Reports supports my gut feelings, although I am MOST annoyed that the Evildoers may sail off into the sunset with trillion dollar retirement funds and immunity from prosecution. Please, G8: Say it isn’t so! Stay tuned.

Ball of Confusion

by The Temptations

Eddie:
People moving out, people moving in. Why, because of the color of their skin.
Run, run, run but you sure can’t hide. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
Vote for me and I’ll set you free. Rap on, brother, rap on.

Dennis:
Well, the only person talking about love thy brother is the…(preacher.)
And it seems nobody’s interested in learning but the…(teacher.)
Segregation, determination, demonstration, integration, Aggravation, humiliation, obligation to our nation.
Ball of confusion. Oh yeah, that’s what the world is today. Woo, hey, hey.

Paul:
The sale of pills are at an all time high.
Young folks walking round with their heads in the sky.
The cities ablaze in the summer time.
And oh, the beat goes on.

Dennis:
Evolution, revolution, gun control, sound of soul.
Shooting rockets to the moon, kids growing up too soon.
Politicians say more taxes will solve everything.

Melvin:
And the band played on.
So, round and around and around we go.
Where the world’s headed, nobody knows.

[Instrumental]

Oh, great googalooga, can’t you hear me talking to you.
Just a ball of confusion.
Oh yeah, that’s what the world is today.
Woo, hey, hey.

Eddie:
Fear in the air, tension everywhere.
Unemployment rising fast, the Beatles new record’s a gas.

Dennis:
And the only safe place to live is on an Indian reservation.

Melvin:
And the band played on.
Eve of destruction, tax deduction, city inspectors, bill collectors,
Mod clothes in demand, population out of hand, suicide, too many bills,
Hippies moving to the hills. People all over the world are shouting, ‘End the war.’

Melvin:
And the band played on.

[Instrumental]

Great googalooga, can’t you hear me talking to you.
Sayin’… ball of confusion.
That’s what the world is today, hey, hey.
Let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya.
Sayin’… ball of confusion.
That’s what the world is today, hey, hey.
Let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya.
Sayin’… ball of confusion.

Blue Notes Martini

3oz blueberry vodka (Stoli is best)
1/2 oz blue curacao

Once again I turn inward; it’s that time of the month. I’m all blissed out and I haven’t even upped my meds yet! I’ll probably spend the whole weekend puttering around the house in my jammies. I’ve already stopped answering the phone, my ballet videotape is cued and I think there is a book calling my name. I don’t need to go anywhere; everything I need is here except for a certain food I’m craving right now . . . gluten free pizza with pepperoni and pineapple!

Vintage gown by Vanity Fair

What a Girl Wants

What a Girl Needs

What a Girl Wants Lyrics
Artist(Band): Christina Aguilera

I got something for you what
close your eyes wont you want girl needs what girl wants
What a girl needs
What a girl wants
What a girl needs

Yeah come on

I wanna thank you for giving me time to breathe
Like a rock you waited so patiently
While I got it together
While I figured it out
I only looked but I never touched
‘Cause in my heart was a picture of us
Holdin’ hands, makin’ plans and it’s lucky for me you understand

[Chorus]:
What a girl wants
What a girl needs
Whatever makes me happy sets you free
And I’m thanking you for knowing exactly
What a girl wants
What a girl needs
Whatever keeps me in your arms
And I’m thanking you for giving it to me

(I guess I’m not the only one who cleans house in her panties!)

(psst! guys, quit dialing that number; it’s a parody!)

This is not my idea of a hedonistic pleasure, cleaning the whole house in preparation for company. However, Jen has a special friend she’s bringing with her weekend and I don’t want him to think I’m one of those obsessive-compulsive cat ladies. Right now everything in this house is “out” for assessment and reorganization and my GOD I hoard way too much shit for a lady who bought a house with no basement, no garage, and no attic . . . because she didn’t want to turn into one of those ladies who hoard too much shit!

Maybe I’ll put on something sexy, turn on the funk and dance around to make it a little more interesting . . . on one foot? OK maybe not. But I’m doing the rest, dammit, because this day is not allowed to be boring.

I love Beyonce. I love her voice, I love her style. The hair even works. And I want that dress. And those shoes, and the kittyprint coat, and throw in the plane while you’re at it.

But Beyonce dear, obviously your friends are clueless so the Hedonistic Pleasureseeker will pinch hit for them: Sometimes a girl needs to fire her stylist AND her choreographer and hire professionals able and willing to teach her some grace.

Honey, it’s time. Slow down. If it doesn’t look good when you mark it, it doesn’t look good period. Come on Beyonce, you’re a woman and a squillionaire: Ratchet it up! For that last piece on this video you even forgot your costume! What were you thinking? Why didn’t someone SAY something? Worse, your underwear is ripped to shreds. Is it a cry for help? That’s it, I’m calling your mom.

This is Akim Camara.

In this video Akim is three years old. Let’s put his age in perspective:

• Mozart began piano lessons at age four.
• Musical prodigy Midori picked up her first violin at age four.
• Akim Camara was only two when he got his first violin lesson. Today he’s five years old, the youngest student at the Music College of Hanns Eisler.

(Akim is “almost potty trained” for this concert) 

Akim, who lives in Germany with his African father and German mother, auditioned for music teacher Birgit Thiele in 2003 with his plastic toy violin. He was still communicating in baby talk, but he was able to self-teach on all of the orchestral instruments. Thiele taught Akim twice a week and that December Akim, still only two, played at a school Christmas concert in his diapers and carrying a pacifier.

Akim Camara’s name is interesting. His father is from Nigeria, which is in Northwest Africa. The Camara surname is supposedly Portugese, but the surname was common in North Africa, especially in Mali, about 200 years before it was introduced to Portugal, so . . . well, so there. Mali is right next to Nigeria. Camara means “teacher” in one of 200+ African languages, probably Bamanakan. Then there’s the name Akim, a name that appears to have roots in Africa, Israel and Arabia. Akim is a girl’s name in Africa, the name of a very fat and beautiful woman from Nigerian folklore. The Hebrew Akim is a boy’s name meaning “Established by God.” The Muslim Akim means “wise man” or “intelligent.” Akim is a very rare first name but a very common surname.

It is most unlikely that Akim’s parents named him after a beautiful and fat Nigerian woman, and the odds of Akim’s father being Jewish is, well, almost zero. Since both Mali and Nigeria are about 95% Muslim it is likely that Akim’s father is a Muslim who immigrated to Germany, and that Akim Camara’s name means “Wise Teacher.” This translation makes the best sense. I think is really neat, because Germans (most Europeans, actually) come across as none too happy with the influx of Muslim immigrants of African and Arab descent, declaring them a threat to the “German/Norwegian/whatever way of life,” the same way certain people in the U.S. feel about Mexicans crossing the Southwest border. That Akim Camara is making headlines around the world should make immigrant-haters around the world STFU already. Immigration ALWAYS turns out to be a blessing over the long term. I mean, just look at this kid: Is he cute or WHAT?

Akim is now five years old. He will be a guest of André Rieu and The Johann Strauss Orchestra at Boardwalk Hall in Atlantic City, NJ on May 25, 2008, En Shallah (God willing). By then perhaps he’ll be six? Six is still cute folks, so if he’s ever in your area don’t miss him. You’ll want to be able to say that you saw the Maestro play when he was just a kid!

Turbulence is life force. It is opportunity. Let’s love turbulence and use it for change. Ramsay Clark

REVOLUTION

BY

KIRK FRANKLIN

SICK AND TIRED OF MY BROTHAS KILLING EACH OTHER,
SICK AND TIRED OF DADDIES LEAVIN’ BABIES WITH THEIR MOTHERS.
TO EVERY MAN WHO WANTS TO LAY AROUND AND PLAY AROUND,
LISTEN PARTNER, YOU SHOULD BE MAN ENOUGH TO STAY AROUND.
SICK AND TIRED OF THE CHURCH TALKIN’ RELIGION AND,
YET, THEY TALK ABOUT EACH OTHER, MAKIN’ DECISIONS.
NO MORE RACISM! TWO-FACISM! NO POLLUTION! THE SOLUTION?
A REVOLUTION!

[CHORUS]
OH OH OH OH OH OH OOOOOH OOOOH
DO YOU WANT A REVOLUTION?!
WHOO, WHOO!
SAY DO YOU WANT A REVOLUTION?!
WHOO, WHOO!
COME ON!

NO CRIME! NO DYING! POLITICIANS LYING, EVERYBODY’S TRYING
TO MAKE A DOLLAR IT MAKES ME WANNA HOLLER. THE WAY THEY DO MY LIFE,
THEY WAY THEY DO MY LIFE. THERE’S GONNA BE A BRIGHTER DAY
ALL YOUR TROUBLES WILL PASS AWAY.
A REVOLUTION’S COMIN, YES IT’S COMIN, COMIN’.
REVOLUTION’S COMIN. YES IT’S COMIN, REVOLUTION’S COMIN’ COMIN.

Watch this one to the end to see his finale!

Cosmo likes rap!

Hobbes is a conductor: Here he is directing Carmina Burana, my favorite cantada. The really good stuff starts at 2:30

Apple announced today that it has developed a breast implant that can store and play music. The iTit will cost $499 or $599 depending on cup size. This has been hailed as a major breakthrough because women are always complaining about men staring at their breasts and not listening to them.

Thank YOU Washington Cube for locating my #2 favorite Sesame Street clip!

My #1 favorite is those two dancing furry slinky things with the googley eyes. I don’t know why I thought they were so funny but I did, especially the little one: