On Saturday October 21^st, 2006, my Uncle David Mitchell, suffered a massive heart attack and passed. 

Talk about a major shock, he had just turned 60, and had many years before him, a devoted father, loving brother, a beloved Uncle, dear friend and skilled craftsman,  he often times would amuse us girls with stories of when he was a member of the Ice Capades. He would chew the ear off each Japanese exchange student my parents would host, reminiscing about the days when he was over there skating, where he met the mother of my cousin Tiffany.

My uncle was a Mitchell through and through, he was full of laughter and stubborn, he loved each one of us deeply and he could spin a yarn that would make you think he had kissed the blarney stone.  It was always a delight to come home for the holidays to hear him telling stories about the past, things that my grandparents did, that my mother did, even things we did as children. 

Uncle David was extremely close to my mother, calling her every Sunday to read the comics with her, to discuss how his week had gone or was going.  Often times he would drop by just to chat.  I loved it when I would be home for a visit and he’d call… He’d greet me with his standard “hey kid, How’s your trip”.

Uncle David had an impish side that popped out in the most unlikely times, this week my mom went to a viewing and she said, He had this smile on his face as though he was trying to say “Welp! I did it my way!!”

Uncle David, you will be deeply missed not only by your daughter, but by your sister, brother, nieces, cousins and dear friends.

This poem sums up how my uncle lived his life…  

Skate as though no one is watching you.
Love as though you have never been hurt before.
Sing as though no one can hear you.
Live as though heaven is on earth.

Someone else besides me finally said it.  How many are actually paying attention to this?

There are African Americans, Mexican Americans, Asian Americans, Arab Americans, Native Americans, etc. and then there are just Americans.You pass me on the street and sneer in my direction. You call me “White boy,” “Cracker,” “Honkey,” “Whitey,” “Caveman” and that’s OK. But when I call you, Nigger, Kike, Towelhead, Sand-nigger, camel Jockey, Beaner, Gook, or Chink you call me a racist

You say that whites commit a lot of violence against you, so why are the ghettos the most dangerous places to live?

You have the United Negro College Fund.
You have Martin Luther King Day.
You have Black History Month.
You have Cesar Chavez Day.
You have Yom Hashoah.
You have Ma’uled Al-Nabi.
You have the NAACP.
You have BET

If we had WET(White Entertainment Television) we’d be racists.
If we had a White Pride Day you would call us racists.
If we had White History Month, we’d be racists.
If we had any organization for only whites to “advance” our lives, we’d be racists.

We have a Hispanic Chamber of Commerce, a Black Chamber of Commerce, and then we just have the plain Chamber of Commerce.
Wonder who pays for that?

If we had a college fund that only gave white students scholarships, you know we’d be racists.  There are over 60 openly proclaimed Black Colleges in the US, yet if there were “White colleges” that would be a racist college. In the Million Man March, you believed that you were marching for your race and rights. If we marched for our race and rights, you would call us racists.

You are proud to be black, brown, yellow and orange, and you’re not afraid to announce it. But when we announce our white pride, you call us racists.

You rob us, carjack us, and shoot at us. But, when a white police officer shoots a black gang member or beats up a black drug-dealer running from the law and posing a threat to society, you call him a racist.

I am proud.  But, you call me a racist.

Why is it that only whites can be racists?

There is nothing improper about this posting.  Let’s see which of you are proud enough to forward it. 

Please send an encouraging message to a retarded friend, just as I’m doing here.

I don’t care if you lick windows, interfere with farm animals, vote liberal or occasionally shit yourself…….

You hang in there sunshine !!! 

You’re fucking special… 

Love,  Kat   

As I’ve grown older and arguably wiser, I’ve come to the conclusion that people in whole are stupid, while individuals are smart.  Think about it… people are like lemmings, reports of terrorist activities or a major sale at Kohls or Neimans, are enough to send people over the cliff.  When if we just stepped back and looked at it on an individual basis, a person would say OH HELL NO I’m not jumping.
 

My mother always asked… if everyone jumped off the bridge would you?  My response was not only no it was a resounding no that echoed off the walls of the bedroom (usually this question came when I was in major trouble for doing something ‘stupid’ along with the gaggle of girls I ran around with)
 

So people, try thinking for yourselves, be it in or out of the daymn box, use the grey matter that is between your ears, you’ll be surprised how many proverbial bridges you don’t leap off.

 

So, I was listening to Tom Leykis Show last night, as a group of us were going out to celebrate a guy friends 26^th birthday.  Low and behold he brought up Fmr. Sen. Foley and asked for supporters of the afore mentioned to call in on live air and talk to why they support him. Do you know that of the three people actually put on the air not one of them could support Fmr. Sen. Foley with a plausible argument!

Now how sad is that. 

REALITY CHECK: When someone is in a postion of power, they live in a bubble, where people are always watching their every move. 

Here is what amazes me.  Why would you, at the ripe old age of 50 something years old, feel the need to destroy what you’ve worked hard to obtain, over an orgasm?  You can not tell me that any orgasm at any time is worth tossing away ones life and hard work.  The least this man could have done is wait until the young man/men in question were 18.  Two little years, that’s 104 weeks, 730 days. 

The excuse that he used fake id, well I hate to say it, but hello lets wake up and smell the starbucks here, you can not tell me that you can’t tap into one of numerous pipelines to establish this young man’s rightful age.  When in doubt, DON’T WHIP IT OUT! It’s pretty simple really. 

Now, he’s busy stating now that he was molested as a youngster, as thought that might deflect the heat coming his way, but come on now 

Let’s just open this up…  You can blame society, you can blame your parents, you can blame your teachers, hell you can blame anyone but the bottom line, the buck stops here line is, BLAME YOURSELF.  Actions have consequences, sucky as that might sound.  As not only an adult, but also as someone who was elected to represent the fine people who elected you into your position of power, a few elected officials seem to think they are above and beyond the law, that they will not get caught for any misconduct they engage in. Bottom line here… don’t do the crime if you’re not willing to do the time. 

NEWS FLASH: An elected official is voted upon by his constituents to represent their best interests, not further ones sexual desires. 

Before you think that I’m anti gay, two of my best male friends in this world are gay.  The crap they put up with before Foley was hard enough; I can’t imagine the barbs that will be shot their way, now that the distinguished gentleman Fmr. Sen. Foley has come out of the closet.  This will just put more fuel on the fire for those hard core religious fanatics’ who believe in taking away from gay rights and liberties.  They deal with people who are so focused on what they do in the bedroom that they can’t seem to grasp that gay and lesbian people are just like you and me. Normal. 

So, as I see it Fmr. Sen. Foley, to put it bluntly, you screwed the proverbial pooch here. You owe not only the young man/men you feel the need to be sexually aggressive with online or text message or however else you managed, the good people, who in good faith elected you to represent them, the congress that you managed to disgrace with your actions and lack of thought, and the people of the United States of America, who are now not only hearing about your lack of digression and control, a very sincere apology. Not one of those trite oops I screwed up, not one of those lets blame everyone but me, but a true from the heart I’m sorry, and then deal with what is doled out to you for your lack of judgment.   

So, I posed a question to the gentleman I’m currently seeing.  Why is it when I go out dancing that men I don’t even know feel the need to grab my rear end?