The Dark Destroyer

CHILL AS CAN BE ...

... but I am tired of seeing Adam 'Pac Man' Jones and glad that the two focus points of the Kwame Kilpatrick case are doing their bids.

Call me what you like (except late for dinner... hey, I am prolly doing the cooking!), but both cases exemplify the kind of stereotypical behaviour that I hope is becoming a thing of the past for real, locally and nationally.

Did not think there were many simply ignorant fellows like Adam Jones still inhabiting the higher levels of professional sports. Loud, annoying and arrogant, yes. But this kind of ghetto stupid? He is only 25, but in the interviews, not only doesn't seem aware of how in the wrong he is, and how inappropriate his behaviour is. His surroundings haven't changed, haven't evolved with his development.

I think that is what eventually did in Kwame Kilpatrick. I wasn't around or aware of anything he did in Michigan politics, but when you play the race card in Detroit, you still score big points (contrast that to the recent national election, where you got drummed out for hinting at the ol' racial typing, and you can imagine how out of step MoTown is), and can use 'being black' (read: empty of real vision and point back to 'glorious days' of never happened) and ghetto-fied as a way into leadership position.

The folks they ushered in with the Kilpatrick administration, from his unbe -weavably inappropriate Mom to the other clowns on the City Council (note to Martha Reeves ... they tore down Tiger Stadium)...

... the thing these two cases make me more aware of, is that if you don't change your environment, you aren't really serious about changing yourself. Sometimes it means you manage it differently, spending less time here than than there, and giving less of an audience to certain people. If they fall off, it is okay. Keep to your script, let them write their own.

... ah, that is just Nigel Benn

That was his ring name, cat from England. 'The Dark Destroyer'. I used to like him, because he was a rough, free swinging puncher from England. Loved to watch him fight, win or lose. Did hurt a cat I knew in a big fight ... the irony of that particular match was that Nigel was getting it handed it to him FOR FREAKIN' REAL ... I mean, how he survived what was being put on HIM was amazing.

Tragic, and I think it took a lot of his heart out of the sport. But man, he was just what his nickname said ... loved the way he fought, and there were moments when I would 'channel' his style in the ring.

Looking at myself in the mirror after my shower the other day, I thought about boxing, and going after someone like Nigel, with wide, clubbing punches and the impact making a 'whoomp, whoomp' as they connected.

I do the same with 'Iron Mike', when I shadow box. I remember I would tell cats I used 'the Wu Tang' boxing style when asked! But Nigel was fun, fun to watch and fun to 'be'.

AM I GOING TO GO OUT ...

... to get a paper? I did get a couple of hours of sleep in, have showered, but not gone outdoors. I can feel the chill through the walls. The real issue is there isn't anywhere to 'go' you feel me? Even in the provencial town I once jogged 'round, I could go to Meijer's and sit and chat with folks. Here, it is an hour ride to the nearest one ... pretty much that far to anywhere I would want to go.

The sense of community is hard to have when it is so cold. Or is it there aren't any spots for people to gather? You know, cafes and stuff like that. No need to make a Mickey Dee's run, though I wouldn't mind making my crush, blush! I do think she is cute as well as 'cute' as she shyly smiles at me. Sorta fun, her co workers teased her when I came in, and 'made' her take my order.

Nothing else going on here, or more importantly, in the hallways of my mind. Being comfortable with yourself, can ally fears of being by yourself. Being alone and being lonely is very different. Maybe I will entertain myself by talking about the two. We will see.