It’s Michael Jackson. Last thing that comes to my mind when I think of Mike is black pride. In fact, I’m not thinking of anything black. If I have to trade in my Negro card to pick on Michael Jackson, I’ll give it back and change my name from Bomani to Bob.

John Kerry and Iraq…man, we’re in bad shape.

Unless Kerry says something to the effect of “I’m thirteen is an unlucky number, so I’m repealing that amendment,” the debate will not change who I vote for at all.
So, outside of laughing at Bush bungle, watching the debates are a waste of my time.

Sent out invites to the Bomaniland Grand Opening. The list has about 200 people on it. About a handful of them live local. That made me realize one thing…
I need to make more friends.