That Was A First

I just deleted a comment from my blog.

I've never, ever, deleted or edited a comment before so I feel I need to explain why I did it.

The comment I removed was on my post about Alonzo Washington and was from an anonymous commentor (I don't get many of those) who mostly agreed with everything I said, so it wasn't about stifling discussion.

The problem that I had was that the comment contained what appeared to be Alonzo's home address.

Now, I'm sure his address is readily available elsewhere and he's such an attention whore I wouldn't be surprised to see a huge spotlight shooting into the night sky from his front yard.

But in the context of a blog post by me where I'm dogging the guy, I felt like it was inappropriate to have his address published in that manner.

I was just fucking with the guy 'cause I was bored. Just having some fun at the expense of a local douche nozzle that virtually everyone laughs at.

But I'm not out to fuck up his shit by handing out is street address to any wack job who happens to stumble in to my joint looking for trouble.

So that's what I did, that's why I did it, and that will be my policy going forward. Any comment containing SOMEONE ELSES personal information will get deleted.

That is all.

As you were.

Return to your homes.

Show's over.

Nothing to see here.

BMA Red Carpet Couples

I know some couples like to wear matching outfits, but anything can be overdone....

One false move and this guy could lose an eye....

Bajan soca queen Allison Hinds was showing it all off, and hubby Edward looks like he's protecting the other men from getting too close.

I'm not quite sure who's escorting whom on the red carpet.... Interesting metallic bubble dress, though.


One-time frontman of the big band Square One, Anderson Armstrong, looks like he's channelling a circus ringmaster with this getup.

Ms. Barbados World and co-host of the BMAs Leah Marville glows in this sequined gown, which accentuates her teeny tiny figure. Her co-host, model guy whose name I can't remember, sorry, cuts a dashing figure in his tailored suit.

Well, at least, they're colour-coordinated....

It takes a brave man to wear lilac, and I'm convinced that honey-voiced crooner John King did it for love, to coordinate with his date. Or is that his daughter? Me confused....

I'm not sure if these two are together, but individually they look pretty good.


Dang, that's one hot mama. Her son/brother looks pretty mortified though....

The man: love the jacket, hate everything else. The woman: love the hair, the dress, adore the shoes. The eye makeup, however, has to go.

This was one of my favourite couples of the night. They're not coordinated, but they look so cute together. The gown is bold and really makes a statement and the guy looks like he made an effort for the evening. Good job.

BMA Red Carpet - The men

Peoples, I know this is a bit stale now but a promise is a promise. Here are the remaining red carpet photos from last month's Barbados Music Awards. This time around, the men and the couples. All photos are the property of Bajantube.com.


Under all that hair, that's cutie singer Kirk Brown from the band Strategy. I'm not too much in love with his outfit, but his friend looks good. Kinda Tyrese-ish....


Soca maestro Edwin Yearwood of Krosfyah fame and up-and-comer Jaico make a splash on the red carpet.


Who let this poor, unfortunate soul loose on the red carpet? He looks so lost I don't have the heart to say anything bad....


I don't have enough time to itemise all the things wrong with this getup. All I can say is that it gives new meaning to the phrase matching from head to toe....


World Champion hurdler Ambassador Ryan Brathwaite and his father Eugene heat up the red carpet. The Ambassador would have looked even hotter in more formal attire though...

Later, the couples....

Memories of Rex Nettleford

One of the shining lights of Caribbean academia has been extinguished with the passing of Vice-Chancellor Emeritus of the University of the West Indies, Professor Ralston Milton 'Rex' Nettleford, on Tuesday.

I had the privilege of being taught History, Politics and Culture of the West Indies by Prof Nettleford at the Mona Campus back in the late 90's, and what an experience that was. I can see him now, perched on the edge of the lecturer's table or pacing gracefully across the class room, stopping now and then to punctuate a point with a nod or a wink. The man could lecture off the top of his head for two hours, without referring to notes.

He influenced myself and thousands of other students over the years to question and research and learn more about the history of our region and for that I will be eternally grateful. Rest well, Prof., you will be missed.

More Proof That Dick Cheney Is Full Of Shit

WASHINGTON (AP) — The Nigerian suspect in a failed Christmas Day airliner bombing turned against the cleric who claims to be his teacher and has helped the U.S. hunt for the radical preacher, a law enforcement official said Thursday.

Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab, the 23-year-old Nigerian who faces terrorism charges in the Christmas bombing, has been cooperating with the FBI for days, providing information about his contacts in Yemen and the al-Qaeda affiliate that operates there.

Abdulmutallab agreed to cooperate after FBI flew to Nigeria and returned to the U.S. with Abdulmutallab's family members. In a federal prison cell outside Detroit, Abdulmutallab's father and uncle persuaded him to cooperate with the FBI, according to a U.S. official briefed on the talks who also spoke on condition of anonymity to discuss the ongoing case.

So, he wasn't flown to GITMO and held without charges?

He wasn't subjected to torture?

He wasn't waterboarded?

No "enhanced interogation" techniques were used?

Just a criminal arrest, the FBI was allowed to do it's job, he was given his Miranda rights, he was allowed to get a lawyer, and he is spilling his guts like he's commiting seppuku. He's singing like Taylor Fucking Swift!

So the American Criminal Justice system really does work better than some cobbled together simulation of a banana republic military dictatorship!

Who saw THAT coming?!?

Close GITMO.

Bring them all to the U.S.

File criminal charges and try them in court or let them go.

Oh No He Di'n't!

It appears that Alonzo Washington took issue with me referring to him as a "self-serving, self-promoting, useless fucktard" in my last post.

Jeez Louise! So sensitive! I thought Crime Fighters were tougher than that!

Superman wouldn't get all pissy if somebody called HIM names.

Now Batman, on the other hand, will break his cock off in your busted up ass if you go talkin' shit about him! Motherfucker's got some anger issues!

But I know Batman. Batman's a friend of mine. And you, Alonzo, are no Batman.

Anyway, Alonzo decided to Take Me To Task on his (ahem) "blog" on MySpace (tee hee).

He starts by STEALING MY FUCKING CONTENT!

You see, in the blogosphere, there is a Gentleman's Agreement. One does not copy someone else's intellectual property and paste it on their own site. Well, except for pictures, videos, music, porn...

But I digress.

The Rules of The Information Super Highway suggest that the correct thing to do is to provide a hyperlink back to the source of the content you are referencing. Like this. If you do that, you may engage in a little Fair Use sampling of the content.

But this motherfucker copies my ENTIRE POST, pictures and all, and just pasted it on to his piece of shit MySpace page!

I THOUGHT STEALING WAS A CRIME!

Now, why would I refer to him as a "self-serving, self-promoting, useless fucktard" in the first place and risk incurring His Wrath?

Let's look at what he had to say and see if we can figure this one out.

"Here is a blog about violence from one of my many haters that I have never met. You know the guys who talk crap from their blogs for no reason other than to try to cash in on my spotlight."

Guffaw! Your "spotlight"! Don't you mean candlelight? Because that solves everything, right? Candlelight vigils.

"This cat is talking about how there is no such thing as random violence and he may be right. Because if he keeps using my name on his blog and I SEE THIS COWARD I MAY KICK HIS @$s."

Ahahahahahaha! I'm a fearless man, Alonzo! I'm not scared of you or anyone else. I have powers far beyond those of mortal men!

To his credit, Alonzo quickly backpedaled from the violence angle.

"Nah! This country f*ck is not worth it. Violence is never the answer. Let this be a lesson to all the kids who watch me. I never try to fight cowards with big mouths from a distant. I have thousands of them. If these people really wanted some drama they would say what they had to say to me face to face. Cats like this don't have the balls to do anything like that."

:: sigh ::

Dude, I will be more than happy to tell you you are a "self-serving, self-promoting, useless fucktard" to your face. Kind of an awkward scenario for a first meeting, but whatevies.

What are you going to do? Hit me? Stab me? Shoot me? Wouldn't assaulting me kind of blow the whole "Crime Fighter" fantasy thing you have going on?

The worst thing you could do to me and stay out of jail would be to throw me a "stern look" and a give me a "serious talking to". Bring it BITCH!

Oh, and before I forget, "country fuck"?!? Dude, I only lived in Ray County for like 7 years out of 54! At best, I'm a "recovering country fuck". Appreciate it if you climbed down outta my ass about the "country" shit.

I'll have you know that at my core, I'm a debonair, sophisticated, urbane metro-sexual.

But once again, I digress.

Let's wrap this shit up. I have laundry to do and a pizza to make.

"However, if they do it is best to avoid a fight. However, if they touch you make them regret it. That's what I do and that's why no one touches me. Read what this jerk had to say about violence. The blog is not bad until he mentions my name. It seems like all the White bloggers attack me for no reason. I collect tips on murder victims of all races. I wonder why these people love putting me in their blogs. They must be jealous of the fact that so many people know me and I can really make a difference in this hell hole. Just face it haters. Everyone can't be like the one and only KC Crimefighter. So keep hating. Your hate only make me work harder and that makes haters more jealous."

Dude, starting two sentences in a row with "However" is bad form. Dude, you need an editor. But I could use an editor too. No shame. I use the word "just" too much. The first step is just admitting you have a problem. Oops.

"I collect tips on murder victims of all races."

And here we get to the crux of the matter.

You like to call your self a "Crime Fighter", like you are really Omega Man or something.



But all you fucking do is collect tips!

You're not a detective, are you? You don't have any investigative or law enforcement training, do you? Do you apply deductive reasoning to possible scenarios, motives and suspects who might be involved in a particular crime to arrive at the most likely conclusion?

Do you take fingerprints? Do you have a DNA lab? Do you perform autopsies? Do you collect evidence? Do you interrogate people?

No. You collect fucking tips.

There is an 800 number that "collects tips".

The Ad Hoc Group Against Crime "collects tips".

So, Alonzo, what is it, exactly, that you bring to the "crime fighting" table that no one else brings?

What possible basis can you have for being so full of yourself that you can make bold, self-serving, self-promoting, useless statements like this:

"They must be jealous of the fact that so many people know me and I can really make a difference in this hell hole. Just face it haters. Everyone can't be like the one and only KC Crimefighter."

Seriously, Alonzo?

If you REALLY want to make a difference, if you REALLY want to be a Crimefighter, you should be Johnny On The Spot at every crime scene encouraging the crime victims to snitch like a motherfucker!

Fuck a bunch of candlelight vigils and BIG CASH MONEY for anonymous "tips".

If you are serious about fighting crime, convince the victims to cooperate with the police. Give descriptions. Give up names and addresses. Identify perps in line-ups. Testify in court and put some criminal motherfuckers in JAIL!

If you start doing that, I will be your biggest champion! I will mention you and link to you as often as I can.

But if all you are going to do is passively collect tips and try to convince people you are all that and a bag of chips? Fuck you.

You want to fight crime? Pay somebody to create a REAL BLOG for you, because that MySpace abomination of yours is a fucking crime against The Internet.

It takes longer to load your website than it does to solve a murder!

At the next annual meeting of "The Man" at a secure, undisclosed location somewhere deep under the mountains of Switzerland, I may have to petition Al Gore and Vint Cerf to officially SANCTION you!

From a purely technological standpoint, content and intent aside, your "blog" is the most horrendous, RAM hogging, useless piece of shit I have ever linked to.

Jesus Fucking Christ man, there are people with mad internet skillz who can fix that shit.

Pay 'em. Do it.

Peace out, Girl Scout!

Random Violence My Ass!

Let me be crystal fucking clear about this.

There is no such thing as "random violence".

Nobody pulls a gun and shoots somebody for no reason.

There is always a reason and the victim always knows who shot them and why.

Maybe they pissed somebody off.

Maybe they ripped somebody off.

Maybe they fucked some body's wife or girlfriend.

Maybe they were involved in some criminal activity.

Maybe they were being stupid.

Maybe they were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But there is ALWAYS a fucking reason and it is NEVER random!

Here are XO's Common Sense Rules to NOT getting a "random" cap popped in yo ass.

1. Don't be parked in a car east of Troost "minding your own business" in the middle of the fucking night.

2. Don't go to a club at 39th and Jackson.

3. Don't be drunk, belligerent and eating burritos from a taco truck at 27th & Southwest Boulevard at 3:30 in the fucking morning.

4. Don't make a drug deal where you take $500 and give the buyer rock salt.

5. Don't associate with people who are actively involved in criminal activities.

6. Don't cop an attitude with someone with a string of teardrop tattoos that start at the eye and disappear beneath the wife-beater shirt.

7. If you are a white, 17 year old suburban kid, don't think that wearing hip-hop clothes and playing loud rap music from your mom's BMW gives you a free pass to drive through the ghetto acting all cool. You WILL get killed. Deservedly so. Good riddance.



8. Don't be a roving band of white libertarian activists looking to stir up some shit.

9. Resist the tempting allure of those sultry, seductive, toothless, Independence Avenue crack whores.


10. Don't be a dick.

Don't be a reckless fucking idiot doing things you shouldn't do, being places you shouldn't be and hanging out with dangerously stupid people and you might avoid being a victim of "random violence".

If everyone would follow these simple rules, self-serving, self-promoting, useless fucktards like Alonzo Washington would have nothing to talk about.