Why Blueface And Bluebody Are Racist

First things first my homies and homettes! Wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nobody fuck it up for you no matter what goes down.

OK, as my loyal 1.5 readers might know by now, there has been a lot of racist controversy going on in The U.S. for the last couple of years. From pictures, videos, to publicly made comments made by celebrities, politicians and others. To be honest with you, I might be crazy, but I’m not stupid. I’ve seen what has been going on for so many years, yet nobody has spoken publicly out about it… except for me… HERE AND NOW! What am I referring to? Blueface and Bluebody! Yes, that’s right! Blueface and Bluebody! You see, Blueface and Bluebody are a form of theatrical make-up used predominantly by non-blue performers to represent a caricature of The Smurfs.

Today’s Blueface and Bluebody wearers may claim that they don’t believe in the biological inferiority of Smurfs, but their insistence on blue makeup in these portrayals, especially since the makeup job is usually deliberately unrealistic, is evidence of their ongoing, racist over-assessment of the significance of skin color differences. In this way, Blueface and Bluebody are dehumanizing. I know for a fact, that Papa Smurf and the rest of The Smurfs are on board and agree with me 1000%, that Blueface and Bluebody are fucking racist.

Please people! Stop the hate and racism against The Smurfs! Stop the fucking Blueface and Bluebody already!

#SmurfLivesMatter #SmurfsToo

Peace out my homies and homettes!

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

The Happy Broke Man

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First things first my homies and homettes! Wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nobody fuck it up for you no matter what goes down.

OK, as my loyal 1.5 readers might know by now, I’m not your average blogger. You know, the type that tries show off to his readers by posting pictures of his expensive vacations, cars, homes and other shits. Reminding his reader time after time, how he is successful, and they are not, because he is living the perfect life with his perfect family. Yet behind the scene, his whole life is falling apart. He’s going through a fucked divorce, because his wife cheated on him with his twin brother. Junior is a drug dealer / drug addict and little Samantha is a stripper / prostitute. He might even be living in a rat, roach and bedbug infested dilapidated motel room, while having cup a soup with cold water from the dirty motel bathroom sink, for breakfast, lunch and dinner, 7 days a week. Hey look, I love cup a soup, but 7 days a week?… that’s just a little too much for me.

Meanwhile, back in The Batcave! Since I had to pay my car insurance last weekend, I am broke like a motherfucker. Yes, you read that right my homies and homettes. This week, I’m one broke son of a bitch! But don’t worry, I’m not asking for donations or a GoFundMe page either. Do you know what’s funny about the entire situation? That I’m happy! Even though I’m broke as broke can be, for some weird reason, since last week, I’ve been feeling happier and smiling more than usual. To be honest with you, I really don’t know what the fuck is going on, since I take my crazy meds every day. Who knows, maybe it’s just the calm before the storm… You know… Before my Bipolar depression sets in and kicks the living shit out of me. Whatever the fuck is going on with my brain right now, I’m riding this shit to the end.

Peace out my homies and homettes!

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

 

The American Adult Babies

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First things first my homies and homettes! Wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nobody fuck it up for you no matter what goes down.

Even though there is a lot of shit going and a lot of social problems that are not being addressed in the America right now. The other morning as I was getting ready to head on out to the salt mines, I came across a news story about how Bloomingdale pulled a “Fake news” shirt off their shelves, only because “one” reporter was offended and tweeted about it. To be honest with you, some people really need to get their fucking heads out of their assholes and buy a little sense of humor.

Hey look, I know, and I am proud, that here in America, we have freedom of speech, but I personally think, that lately, more and more adults are acting like babies. Anything and everything stinks to them, nothing smells good. They are just looking around, trying to find something to complain, bitch and moan about. Actually, that’s one of the many reasons why I deleted my Facebook, Google Plus and Twitter accounts. I just got tired of all the nonsense and bullshit being posted and how many people kept complaining about any little unimportant fucking shit.

The way that I personally see it is, that some people are unhappy with the way that their lives are going and so they want to fuck it up for everyone else, just because. Hey look, from time to time, I too have my bad days, but I sure don’t go around fucking it up for others.

Peace out my homies and homettes!

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

The Brick Look

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First things first my homies and homettes! Wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nobody fuck it up for you no matter what goes down.

No, my homies and homettes, your mind is not playing tricks on you from all the illegal drugs and shit that you took before coming here. As my loyal 1.5 readers/followers know by now, I occasionally like to change things for no reason at all, so I decided to go with what I like to call “The red brick look”.

OK, to make a long story short, I’ve been living in New York City for 40 years and bricks are everywhere. So, I have come to like the look. I hope that you like it and enjoy it.

Peace out my homies and homettes!

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

Why The Hate?

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First things first my homies and homettes! Wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nobody fuck it up for you no matter what goes down.

On a why the hate note! Yesterday, when I left the salt mines, as I was heading down to the subway station, two guys holding hands passed by me. It’s funny, because the first thing that popped into my mind was, how some people can’t see same-sex couples showing affection to one another in public. I started to think about all the shit that the LGBTQIA community has been going through lately in the U.S. and I personally think that it’s just fucking sad.

I remember years back, when they were fighting to legalize same-sex marriage in the state of New York. Even though I’m heterosexual, I was all for it. Why? Because every human being, should be allowed to marry whoever the fuck they want to. No religion, religious believes, religious institutions or books show dictate who the fuck a person can and can’t have sex with and marry.

To be honest with you, I’ve met a couple of homophobes in the past. The thing about them was, the fact that they never tried to hide it. They were very open and vocal about it. The questions that I’ve always asked myself about homophobes are. Why? Why the hate?

Peace out my homies and homettes!

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

Please! Please! No Awards!

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Wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours my homies and homettes, good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nobody fuck it up for you no matter what goes down.

On an award note! Call me crazy, insane, stupid, dumb or naive, but I have never been able to understand awards given to people for doing their jobs. Why? Well, the way that I see it is like this. I get paid to do my job 40 hours a week at the salt mines. So why should I expect to receive an award from my employer, for doing my FUCKING JOB? REALLY! I mean, I can understand if I do volunteer work or something that wasn’t in my job description, like I did a couple of years ago at the salt mines, when our department was moving and instead of waiting for the slow IT department to send someone to move the computers and set them up, they had me do it, because I know a thing or two about computers. But trust me, I wasn’t expecting extra pay or an award. I just did it because ever since I saved enough money to buy my first computer, back in the 80’s, I’ve always been fascinated by them, plus I was helping my co-worker… OK, I was also justified for not being on the dreaded phone… There, I said it!

My thing is, that I’m tired of seeing how year after year, artists keep receiving awards for a career that they chose and a job that they got paid to do in the first place. Even when I go above and beyond at the salt mines and in my personal life, all that I get is a thank you… I don’t know about you, but trust me, that’s good enough for me. I don’t expect, need or want an award or recognition to make me feel good about myself. I feel happy by just being there and being able to help others, in the salt mines and elsewhere. Hey look, if I get an award for something extraordinary that I did, fine. But I don’t go around helping others and doing things, in order to get recognition. That’s just not my style.

Peace out my homies and homettes!

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

Saturday With La Jefa

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Wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours my homies and homettes, good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. I hope that you enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nobody fuck it up for you no matter what goes down.

As for me? I really can’t complain about my weekend. Yesterday, as usual, La Jefa (A Female Boss = My Wife) an I drove around running our Saturday errands. Hey look, even though some men might think that I’m crazy by admitting this, but I really enjoy the alone time with La Jefa, because we get to talk a lot and catch up on somethings. When we got home, I had something to eat, took a nap, walked my baby, watched TV and wrote this post while listening to House music. Some people might find that to be a boring day, but as long as I got my evening free to do whatever the fuck I wanted to, even if I was just scratching my balls and ass the rest of the evening, I was OK with that. That’s the main reason why I like to take care of everything early in the day on weekends.

In other news, I’m happy to say that I didn’t drink any alcohol this weekend, which makes it my 2nd sober weekend. WOO-HOO! I have to admit, that without a fucked up hangover, today I feel like Tony the tiger… Grrrrreat! The way that I have always looked at is, that I have to keep my crazy mind busy on the weekends, in order to stay away from the destructive stinking thinking and weekend binge drinking fiascos. Other than that, I’m good to go.

Peace out my homies and homettes!

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!