When In Doubt, Go Get 'Cho Pastor

The Text-Message Freak Of A Mayor finally will speak. On Thursday, that is.

'Bout damn time. But he's utilizing Rule #56 of the My Ass Is In A Sling Guide For Dummies. Kwame will speak at 7:30 p.m. at his church. How convenient.

When black folks get into trouble, the first person they go running to is the pastor. Now, I can't be too critical because, in a way, this is a good thing. When we run into our darkest days, let's hope we have the sense to go and seek God.

The problem is, when black folks are in trouble, they immediately align themselves with a pastor. R Kelly did it. He went on BET with his pastor, claiming some mumbo-jumbo. The question I always have is, why didn't you seek out your pastor before you start sending dirty-ass text messages to your subordinate? The time for R. Kelly to call his pastor was BEFORE he peed on that youngster.

I'm already predicting Thursday will turn into an old Negro spiritual. I just hope Kwame's pastor doesn't act like this:

Week In Review: Team Vick Is Gonna Be Some Bad Man's Boyfriend

As we count the days until Michael Vick is being booed up by his cellmate...

A major announcement on the single front. I'm still single...but barely. The SO (Significant Other) and SO Jr., (Significant Other, Jr) moved in this week, marking the first time I've ever done the co-habitation thing.

Even though it's just Day 4...talk about benefits! (And I'm not just saying that because SO reads this blog)

- Home-cooked meals

- A refridgerator that is fuller than a mug

- Did I mention the food?

- Airport pickup service

- Airport dropoff service

- Things being re-assembled

- Things being de-assembled

- A wrinkle-free existence

- Bottomless light beer

I shoulda done this, like, forever ago.

And on dat note, the week in review...

- If you want to be ashamed of being black, go watch the Flava Flav roast. It is abominable. Flav set us back so far, he made separate water fountains look not so bad. We GOTS to do better!

- I survived Vegas on the Kettle One-no food diet. Not for everybody. Only the sexy people.

- It took five years, the peed-on chick is 20, and R. Kelly is 40, but he's finally going to trial for having sex with underage girls. I'm smacking the shit out of the first person who says he's a victim of racism. All this could have been settled had they put Chris Hansen on him.

- Please watch Bryant Gumbel's interview with Pacman Jones. It didn't set us back as much as Flava Flav's roast, but it was close. Asked why he took more than 50 G's into a strip club to "make it rain," Pacman said, "'Cuz I couldn't put it in the car." I know we're supposedly in an n-word free society 'cause the NAACP buried it, but the only thing that ran across my mind after seeing this interview was: Damn. Niggas.

Be easy.