Bring on the poll taxes and literacy tests, and no date for LeBron.

The trial over Pistolvania's voter identification law (a law someone brilliantly described as "a bad solution looking for a problem") continues in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.  I would say that it's not going to end up well for the state, but you never know with these Commonwealth Court Judges.

This is what Judge Simpson said:

"This is a high-profile case. There's a lot of anxiety here," he said. "There will be a lot of people very unhappy with my decision no matter what I do."
But, he said, "take heart," because the case will likely go to higher courts before it is over. 

Oh ohh.

Anyway, I don't want to get into a lot of legalese, but the state has to show a compelling state interest if this law is to be upheld. This is the type of scrutiny that is applied to laws such as this that deals with voting rights.

The state is trying hard to show that they are doing everything in their power to insure that everyone will have access to proper state ID cards, and (probably realizing that it would be foolish to do so) are not even arguing that they are implementing these laws to prevent voter fraud.

Still, there is no denying that a million people will be affected if this law is passed, and these people will have their access to the ballot box denied. This would be sad for Pistolvania and for our country.

Most of the people affected by this law will be older, poorer, and browner, which would explain why republicans couldn't wait to pass it. One republican lawmaker here in Pistolvania, in an unguarded moment, even admitted the real reason for the law:

"The Pennsylvania law fanned partisan flames when Republican state House Majority Leader Mike Turzai, who helped pass the law, said at a party gathering: "Voter ID ... is going to allow [presumptive GOP presidential nominee] Gov. [Mitt] Romney to win the state of Pennsylvania, done."

Thank you for your honesty Mr. Turzai.

One thing you have to love about this case is one of the lead plaintiffs selected by the ACLU and the NAACP. Honestly, every time I see Viviette Applewhite I want to slap Tom Corbett and his republican pals upside their heads. And, if I am going to be honest, I want to slap some of you no good no voting Negroes as well. (How in the hell is this poor 93 year old woman going to find her birth certificate or a driver's license?) If Ms. Applewhite is willing to go through so much at 93 years old, why aren't more of you running to vote when you get the chance?

Anyway, it's interesting to note that our own Secretary of Commonwealth, Carol Aichele, doesn't even know what the damn law she is supposed to uphold, says.

"Secretary of Commonwealth Carol Aichele on the fifth day of a trial over Pennsylvania's voter identification law testified at one point that she didn't know what the law said.

She was asked about the details of the law by a lawyer for the plaintiffs, and at one point responded, "I don’t know what the law says,"  

Yes Carol, but I am sure that you know what it will do.

Finally, I wasn't going to touch on this, but it has gotten so much play on twitter and other places that I am going to touch on the LeBron --ask Missy for a date-- controversy.

First, let me rip LeBron just a little bit. Now I know, I know, it might have been totally innocent, and maybe you did just want to eat some chow together in the cafeteria. (Not exactly Nobu, but I suppose food is food.)Still, did you really have to...here, let me let you all read the story:

"He was rejected a championship for his first eight seasons in the NBA.

But who in their right mind would turn down a dinner invitation with King James (if you live outside of Cleveland that is)?

Well, someone with a curfew in the Olympic Village, it turns out.

Lauren Perdue, one of the top U.S. swimmers who swam the first leg of the 4x200-meter freestyle relay, first sent out a tweet before the London Games acting flabbergasted when she apparently met a fellow, more recognized Olympian.

"Lebron James just invited me to dinner…Um wuuuutttt?!?" she tweeted.

The Charlotte Observer then reported that Perdue was officially asked to dinner on Wednesday.

"He was kind of joking," Perdue said. "But he was basically like, 'Would you like to come eat with me at the dining hall?' And I said, 'Um, I'm sorry, I have a curfew.'" [Story]

LeBron, I hope you see how these folks are clowning you, and girlfriend couldn't wait to blow up twitter to tell her followers that she turned you down.

Now here is the thing, why even put yourself in that position? Again, it might have been totally innocent, but come on man, you are LaBron freaking James! Spend a few weeks with your boys in London, get your ball on, collect your gold medal, and head back to South Beach. No need to blow up Missy's head with the invite.

Now let me rip the media here in Merica for a minute:

If LeBron's teammate, Kevin Love, had asked Lauren Perdue for a date and she cried curfew, would this be a major news headline? That was a rhetorical question; I think we all know the answer to that one.

Anyway LeBron, good luck explaining this to the Fiancé  when you get back home. You just better be glad you play basketball and not golf. At least there won't be any clubs just lying around the house.


   


 





     

A man purse, Super Tuesday, and going gun crazy.

Honestly, what is wrong with the A-merry-can male and this bogus machismo and virility in which he likes to wrap himself? Personally, I loved LeBron's man purse, but I think I am in a small minority with this one. The poor guy is getting killed for it. Why?

Now that I know that my Sixers won't be going anywhere in the playoffs, I think I will be rooting for James and the LeBrons to get a ring. This hateration of LeBron has gotten way out of control. Folks, unless you live in Cleveland, Ohio, you have no business hating on LeBron. None. If you lost nine of your fingers you could count the guys in the NBA with a better game than LeBron with the finger you have left. Dude is that good.

So please fellows, let's ease up on LeBron and his man purse. You might not like it, but please don't knock the hustle.

Speaking of hustle, Flipper is still trying to hustle up votes in the republican primary. Tomorrow is Super Tuesday and I am pretty sure that Flipper will come out smelling like roses. Rick should have just walked away while he is ahead. The more he talked the further he dropped in the polls. And now, sadly, there is no coming back for the theocrat from Pistolvania. He got pounded on FOX NEWS of all places, and he had to come clean about the lie he told about Obama and four year colleges. Even his wife thinks that he is f&^***g up the campaign.

So yes folks, it will be Flipper representing the GOP come November. But he better wrap this thing up fast, because his negatives are rising faster than rush's johnson in an Oxycontin factory.

Finally, if Obama wins some of you Negroes might consider going back to Africa. In case you haven't heard gun sales are on the rise in A-merry-ca because folks are scared of the possibility of Obama winning four more years.

"Obama favors complete ban of handguns (except for the Black Panthers)."

Yipes! Mr. President, please bring the troops home, we might need them here to protect you and the rest of us Negroes in the very near future.

Breaking "Man Rules".

I can't figure out who is crazier, the wack job pastor who burned the Koran at his church, or the lunatics in Afghanistan and Pakistan who are killing and maiming people because he did it. Maybe we should send the good Pastor to Afghanistan to act as our Ambassador over there. Dope!

Anyway, tonight I want to take a little break from the serious stuff, and ask some of you reading this to give some relationship advice to my man Steve Nash. Steve is a superstar b-ball player in the NBA, and he is....I take that back. He was married to a supermodel. (His first mistake.) Now, apparently, the rumor is that Steve filed for a divorce immediately after seeing his blushing baby boy, Mateo. Well, actually, the next day. I guess he needed some time for the shock to set in.

The following excerpt is from Yardbarker.com. "Here is a quick look at the Steve Nash baby situation before I tell you the new rumors. Steve Nash and his wife had a third baby, Matteo, in November 2010. The next day after the birth, Steve Nash filed for divorce from his wife. Rumors began to swirl that his new baby turned out to be black, which neither Nash or his wife are racially.

Rumors for a couple of month have been that Leandro Barbosa was the father, but that was soon proven false due to Nash posting pictures of Barbosa and him with Barbosa's real kid on Facebook.

Here is the scoop and hot rumor that has begun today. Jason Richardson is now the player in question to be the father of Matteo. Back in December, a month after the birth, Jason Richardson became an ex-teammate of Steve Nash when he was shipped to Orlando in a multi-player deal. Alejandra, Steve Nash's ex-wife, says that the divorce is not from the children and that her and Nash were separated for a couple of months before the birth..." [Source]

This reminds me of another story that came out late last year. Apparently one of LeBron's teammates when he was in Cleveland was doing some one on one drills with his mom, and that was one of the reasons that my man gave the Cavs his tail lights to look at. Oh, and let's not forget that debonair Frenchman, Tony Parker, and his off court work with a teammate's wife.

Now if these stories are true, this is definitely not cool. That is a "man rule" that you just don't break. I mean getting it on with your teammate's wives and mothers? Come on now, all these groupies out here and these guys choose to get their jiggy in house. *shaking head*

I guess I am just old fashion. Even among us regular folks -who aren't high profile athletes- It should be taboo to hit on your friends significant other. Some things you just don't do.

But hey, maybe that saying "all is fair in love and war" is true.

Thoughts?