Stuff

So I bounced from work early yesterday because I felt like shit and because the Zeenman was doing the same thing. So we met up at the house and chilled then went out and wandered around a bit. We sat and chatted in Starbucks, we went to the local mall and looked at bedding and we went to the movies.

We saw The Constant Gardener at The BAM Rose Cinema. I didn't realize how upset I was at the end of the film until I noticed how tightly I pursing my lips. The film was a thriller about Corporate greed and the wholesale lack of regard for the lives of poor Black folks in Africa. In this case the bad guys were a phamaceutical outfit who were out to boost their profit margin at the expense of African lives. I was speechless at the end of the film which speaks to how excellent it was. It was directed by the same man who directed City of God which ranks in my opinion with great gangster classics like The Godfather and Scarface.

I was so angry because it is a fact that Black lives on a whole don't mean a fucking thing. Furthermore, I was pissed because I can't do a fucking thing about it and on top of that Black folks are implicit in their own fucking demise. Ignorant and happy about it. It makes me sick to my stomach. Now I'm angry all over again.

And like our lives, it doesn't mean a damn thing.

Later.........