OH SHUT THE HELL UP or NOT ANOTHER AFRICAN AMERICAN NEGRO

OK. So, Disney, purveyors of all that is good and merchandisable in the world, has finally made a movie with a Black Princess.

Egads!

Really.

I swear.

Cue the indignant, ignant, "African Americans".

I'm a lot of things.

A lot.

A whole lot.

I'm chubby (yet loveable).

I'm high yella (yet loveable).

I'm a truth teller (yet loveable).

I'm a total Bitch (yet loveable).

I'm hung like a Dominican Porn Star Donkey (yet loveable. Yet.)

I'm from West Covina (how could I be anything but loveable?).

One thing I am not?

African American.

I'm Black.

Bitchez.

Ooh, nothing gets arise out of me quicker than some nappy headed Negro spouting off about just about anything once they say , "African American".

Porquoi?

That's "we couldn't win a war if we were fighting on Gulliver's Island with Gigantor on our side" (you know, French) for, Negro please. The minute I hear "African American" I know I'm about to hear somebody 'bout to justify their time at Howard or Harvard.

On a scholarship.

Can I tell you a dirty little secret that all Black folk know? Promise you won't tell anybody else? Just between you and me? Ok. Here it T-I-S. Aint no Negro EVER said "African American" if there weren't no ofays in the room.

Uh, I mean, White people.

Yes. I meant White people. My not so good.

When White people are around, Mr. or Miss Scholarship must immediately bust out with the multi-sylebonics.

Just 'cause.

Just 'cause they have to prove that going to college or reading Nikki Giovanni in "African American Literature 101" doesn't mean that they lost their "Blackness".

Therefore, the rest of us have to be subjected to multi-syllabic versions of racial definitions that were born in the lactose intolerant, moribund brains of failed "leaders" such as Jesse Jackson and that pimp with the processed hair, Sharpton ("Free Tawanna Brawley!". Or some such.). All because Leshawn went to college.

Bother.

Well. So, Disney has the temerity after something like 300 years of making like only Blondes could have fun in fairytale kingdoms full of witches and strangely Gayesque Princes, has finally given us, Tianna or Lequisha or, who gives a flippetdy foo. Yes! Our first Black Princess.

Oh Happy Day! Massa Walt don gon give us a fantasy of our own! Wade in the water! He washed my sins away! Little colored girls can now be just as fucked up as little White Susies with body image issues and unrealistic expectations!

First Obama, now this. Can a Negro handle so much deliverance on such a short canoe trip?

Well?

Nope, according to the "African Americans" , this princess is too light and lives in New Orleans which is a cesspool of Black blood on golden streets paved with tears and therefore, inaccurate.

Thank God.

I have a feeling we'll handle misguided little Chanels and Lexus' just as well as all the Tiffany's, Brittney's and Ambers.

But NO! Not according to the graduates of "A Different World" Jr. College. And Harvard. Nope. You see, whenever and whatever we finally get for "us", it aint ne'er gone be good enough for those who need to prove that reading Tolstoy didn't effectively ruin their ability to appreciate Red Koolaid. 'Specially if it's "given" to us by "them".

Never you mind that "African Americans" gave us Bebe's Kids and BET big bootied Bitches and Hoes shaking their Rumpshakers while ghetto princes in Chrysler 300's ("it looks like a Bentley!" No it don't.) made "it rain" to the beat of "Bitch Betta Have My Money". What matters is that unless an "African American" puts up a fuss 'cause Princess Sho No No or whatever the fuck her name is aint "dark" enough or she lives in Nawlins where the "African American experience" was so awful or... Blah de blah... Ad in finitum.

Listen you braid wearin', Malcolm X watchin', T-Pain listening fraud of a bunch of "I really want a White girl" bitter Negroes, a Black princess is a fantasy character! Just like most White girls don't live in Barbie Utopia off Pacific Coast Highway with her dreamhouse and virginity intact, aint no way to do a fantasy black princess if you're going to insist that she be a Buckwheat colored, nappy headed, oppressed pickanniny livin' one step off of Oppression Lane. Nobody wants to sit through two whole seasons of Lil Kim on Dancing With The Stars. And nobody wants to sit through 90 minutes of "Precious, Pregnant Teen", The Animated tales.

It's Disney you stupid fucks. Stop bitching. Buy some damn popcorn. Listen to the latest Vanessa Williams treacle and shut the fuck up.

If you are so intent on bitching because something aint "African American" enough for you, get on a ricketdy ass Air Nigeria plane and ,hopefully if it don't crash, get yo ass back to Africa.

At least then you can be an African and leave us Americans alone.

WIT HAS RETURNED TO TV! OR, EVERYTHING I EVER NEED TO KNOW I LEARNED AT EDGEWOOD HIGH SCHOOL IN WEST COVINA, USA

I attended a high school in a sleepy little Peyton Place of a town, West Covina, California.

As "bedroom suburbs" go, West Covina was pretty average. Located 19 miles and 20 years East of downtown Los Angeles, it was the type of place where good girls didn't but bad girls were everywhere. Camaros were the dream, but, Pintos were the reality. It was the American Dream.

As long as you didn't dream too big.

I dreamt big.

So did my motley crue.

Our little crew of delinquent wannabes weren't bad, well, we weren't evil. We were good bad but not evil. Leaders of our pack. We didn't suit up in leathers and ride motorcycles. We wore Hang Ten and piled into "The Wagon", a babyshit yellow with fake vinyl wood on the sides 1972 AMC Ambassador Wagon. My wagon. Or, if Mike Mcelroy (our local rich boy Jr. Lothario) wasn't dating some Nazarenian hussy we got to pile into his latest new sport coupe. If the stars were lined up perfectly we got to go cruising in Linda Dietrich's 50ft Winnebago which she drove as if it was a Porsche and we were in the 22nd hour of the 24 hours of Daytona.

But I digress.

My point?

I'm now, and have always been, a person of limited talents.

Very.

Limited.

Talents.

I do, however, have one talent that I will hold up against anyone.

I can socialize like a Gabor mating with a Hilton on a souffle of Kardashian steroids.

Really.

I swear.

At dear old Edgewood High School aka My Alma Mater you were either a jock, cheerleader, ASB (associated student body), or a Soc (pronounced "sewsh").

Of course, you could also be in Band, but, really? I'm sure there were Band Geeks.

Yes. I'm sure.

Now, those of us without great talents developed their skills.

Sports? No.

Cheerleading? Not at EHS. That was way too fruity.

ASB? Duh, of course. It was the one place where all levels of society met. And it was all about popularity. Whether you liked me or not I was popular.

Popularity is often judged by how well you are liked. That's some delusional version of the word. Popularity is actually about fear.

I was popular.

I wasn't liked. Well, as long as you were my friend you liked me. After you weren't my friend if you were smart you still understood that I was popular. And therefore you liked me.

Therefore.

Now, did I mention that there was one more place, or shall I say, way, to be popular?

Strangely enough at Mean Girls High, uh, I mean Edgewood, you could also build a power base, uh, make friends, in the Drama and Choir Departments.

Tonite a show premiered called , "GLEE".

It is my life in high school.

As I have to go off for a round of cocktails with my new "grown up" friends you'll have to wait for my review of this FOX TV ode to me till morrow.

Trust me, you'll be glad you waited. In the meantime, go to www.fox.com and watch the premiere episode of GLEE as it will be the beginning of a long relationship, not just with the show, but, with all the Sandys, Jamies, Jimmys, Mikes, Craigs and all the rest of the backbiting, yet, loveable bored suburban youth of a little town 19 miles and 20 years east of downtown Los Angeles, WEST COVINA, USA.

HOUSE OF HATE

I was recently attacked at the Clark County Government Center by the hate filled homophobe of an excuse for a christian, Billy Eckstine McCurdy. He is the "pastor" for the Revival Temple here in Las Vegas.

After calling me a FAGGOT several times , he then said "all the men in his church had been given aids by a FAGGOT!" He then attacked a woman who came to my defense and called her an "abomination" and then screamed "in the name of Jesus, I rebuke thee!"

It was a sad and pathetic display of the most unhinged and hatefilled behavior I had ever witnessed. It happened in front of several witnesses.

I would let this go, however, this psychopath claims to do political consulting work for Mayor Oscar Goodman and was at the Government Center to speak on behalf of a judicial candidate.

I would like to know from both men why they have this "man" working for them. And I would like to know now.

WAS IT REALLY SO BAD FOR ME TO TRY AND DO THE RIGHT THING OR SO SORRY I STEPPED ON YOUR GLORY!

EQUALITY DAYS: ARE WE NOT ALL PART OF "OUR COMMUNITY"?

Recently a historical event happened IN THE LV and the state of Nevada. The very first Equality Days happened in our capitol of Carson City.

A great group of politically and socially active folks from here IN THE LV went up to Carson City to support our own State Senator David Parks in his efforts to get our equal rights written into out very own state constitution.

I could not attend.

I'll tell you why.

One of the bitches about our current healthcare system in this country is that there just plain and simply isn't anything approaching affordable medical coverage. That is bad enough when you're healthy, but, when you have HIV it's not only bad, it keeps you locked in a socioeconomic hell whether you are healthy enough to work or not. Well, I live on $856 per month. I would love to put my skills to work at something, hell, anything. However, because a single bottle of ATRIPLA which from what I understand keeps me alive, costs pretty much my entire monthly income, I can't work until I find someplace that's willing to pay for my healthcare.

I'm not looking for sympathy, I'm stating facts.

As badly as I wanted to go to experience a bit of Nevada LGBT history I just couldn't afford it. I applied for a scholarship to go, however, I felt that there had to be someone else who wanted to go even more than I ,so, I removed myself from consideration.

Many of you don't know that I am known in the non LGBT world as a writer. I write columns monthly for I LOVE LAS VEGAS MAGAZINE where I am the Night Life Editor and the defacto Travel Editor.

I also write proposals for my friends businesses that can't afford them. In addition I write my own blog that has chronicled my adventures since becoming a delegate for Hillary Clinton way back when. I am extremely proud of my blog, DEREKS BIG FAT DEMOCRATIC ADVENTURE. My blog is my platform to inform the world about what's going on in my life and the LGBT world around me.

I am proud of it and had hoped to use my blog to tell the stories of the great group of people who made the journey to Carson City to represent the LGBT community of Nevada.

A community that I thought I was a part of.

Hmph.

Evidently not.

I was told by my dad (who died recently) that if a person was upset enough with you to demand an apology, you must offer a sincere one and try to not repeat whatever the behavior was that caused the other person to be upset.

Cut flash forward.

I sent a rather congratulatory email out to as many members of "OUR" community as I could think of that had made the trip to Carson City asking if they would be so kind as to send me there recollections and pictures from the trip.

WELL.

You would have thought it was me and not a Dingo that ate the baby for the reaction I got.

I was informed by a leader of our community that I had overstepped my place and gone ROGUE by not asking first of the powers that be before I had the temerity to push send.

I was told that I had no right to ask these questions as I had not served on the Equality Days Planning committee nor had I attended AND FURTHERMORE, HOW DARE I USE THE WORDS "OUR COMMUNITY"?!? Even worse I had asked about "OUR EQUALITY DAYS". It seems since I wasn't a part of Equality Days, I had no right to think of myself as being part of the community.

I offered an explanation and a very sincere apology to "Our Dear Leader" and immediately sent out an email letting people know that they could (please!) disregard my email and that an email would come from the members of the planning committee forthwith.

I thought that was the end of it.

Silly.

Me.

An email then went out along with nasty text messages that called me out by name with the following:

And I'm too much of a gentleman to call the person who sent these things out by name.

Too bad she isn't.

A gentleman, that is.

THIS IS THE EMAIL WITHOUT THE OFFENDING (SIVE?) PERSONS NAME ATTACHED:

To the Equality Days participants,



Please disregard the email survey sent out by Derek Washington. He is not involved with the planning or in any way a participant in Equality Days.



We will be sending out an official Equality Days survey to you from www.surveymonkey.com Our survey is to collect your ideas, suggestions and comments in order to improve the event for the future.



I apologize for any inconvenience or confusion. It is Stand OUT For Equality’s desire to connect to our participants in an honest and open fashion for the benefit of the LGBT statewide community. Our desire is to improve this event and to prepare for the continued quest for equality.



Thank you,

Was it really important to call me out by name and imply that I was doing something dishonest? Btw, the parts that mentioned me were "bold" and underlined as if to insure that no one would gather I was anything less than a monster and dishonest to boot.

Listen and listen good.

I spent two years begging GOD to kill me because I couldn't take another day of being so weak that I had to sleep on my moms couch because I was too weak to climb the stairs to my room.

Or being in Hospitals where the high point of my day was waiting for the Jello to arrive at 3pm.

Or how about when I would wake up and my mom would be sleeping next to me with tears running down her eyes? Tears she only cried when she thought I was asleep because she didn't want me to know how bad my having HIV was affecting her.

Listen, when I got well enough the first thing I did was march myself off to Reno for the Democratic convention where I told everyone who and what I was and I GOT ELECTED as a delegate to go to Denver to represent this state. AS A MAN. AS A BLACK MAN. AS A GAY MAN. AS AN AMERICAN MAN. AS A GAY BLACK AMERICAN MAN.

As a member of this community.

Since I returned from Denver, my entire life has been to serve this community.

I have held clothing drives where I went downtown and by myself handed out donated clothes and food.

I took pictures and live blogged from our Equal Rights Rally THAT I HELPED PLAN. When Wanda Sykes came out at our little rally, my laptop was up and running and sending out the news AS IT HAPPENED. "OUR" rally made the news that night. All over the world.

I have worked tirelessly for Democratic candidates to ensure that "OUR" community had representatives who would fight for "OUR" rights.

Just two weeks ago I helped host Congresswoman Dina Titus in my role as the LGBT OUTREACH DIRECTOR of the DEMOCRATIC BLACK CAUCUS.

I'm not listing what I've done for glory. I have NEVER asked for any sort of recognition.

I don't need it.

Unlike some.

So, now I'm being shunned and serving some sort of exile and am the butt of nasty jokes and innuendo.

Why?

Because someone felt their personal fiefdom was threatened.

Whatever.

I know why I help "OUR" community. I help because at my lowest, GOD didn't kill me and a whole lot of people helped and gave me and my mom love and support.

I am trying to get the Nevada Care Program refunded because I never want an innocent kid to beg GOD to kill them or for their mom to fall asleep crying.

I have to ask these self appointed guardians of "OUR" community why do they help?

Is it because of the glory that they hope to receive for what to be works that should be done from the heart?

I know without a doubt that my exile will only get worse after this is read.

I don't care.

I will not allow anyone to question my motives or integrity without answering them.

My mom said that she didn't want me to do that.

I will suffer through whatever you have. Even if you won't sit next to me at recess.

Do you really think you can do anything to me that's worse than seeing my mom cry?

Please help refund Nevada Cares! It's only $350,000 and it saved over $12million for the State of Nevada!

Hi,

I HATE getting unsolicited email about this cause or the other but I would not be worth the air I'm allowed to breathe everyday if I didn't do everything possible to fix the following situation. So, indulge me. Please read and pass this email to your friends and family. This is not an issue about anything but saving babies from a horrible life full of HIV/AIDS hell.

Please help refund The Nevada Care Program. I think you'll agree with me that it is a worthy program that saves the State of Nevada money in these troubling economic times while actually saving babies from a life of HIV/AIDS hell. The program was run by an amazing immigrant from Nigeria, Dr. Echezona Ezeanolue. I can't pronounce his name either, we call him "Dr. EZ."

Nevada Care is a program that cost the State of Nevada only $350,000. It SAVED the State of Nevada over $12 million dollars in only TWO YEARS!

Richard Whitley helped to end the program. I include his and the Director of The Nevada Department of Health and Human Services Department, Michael Wilden, salaries to show you just how close we could be to restoring this program and saving the State of Nevada over $12 million dollars every two years just by eliminating their job costs.

Of course, doing that makes just about as much sense as eliminating The Nevada Care program which saved the state millions because "..of a projected increase in both medication costs and clients utilizing services."

In other words, people might use the program to save babies from having HIV/AIDS passed on to them by their HIV positive mothers.

Yes, you read that right. The program is being eliminated because people might use it to save their unborn babies from a life time of HV/AIDS related Hell.

RICHARD WHITLEY ADMINISTRATOR HEALTH AND HUMAN SERVICES DEPARTMENT $106,150
rwhitley@health.nv.gov 775-684-4224

MICHAEL WILDEN DIRECTOR OF DEPT OF HEALTH AND HUMAN SERVICES
$115,847
m.wilden@dhhs.nv.gov 775 267 3278.

PLEASE CALL AND EMAIL THESE MEN AFTER YOU READ THE HORRIBLE REVIEW JOURNAL STORY LINKED BELOW AND TELL THEM THEY MUST REFUND THE PROGRAM!

http://www.lvrj.com/news/42491692.html

Thank you so much in advance for your help!

Derek Washington

PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS STORY IS REPRINTED FROM THE RJ.

At 20 months of age, Yordanny Zier could not know that her mother was a crackhead, a woman who says she spent much of 12 years in Las Vegas whoring for a fix.

And Yordanny could not know that her mother exposed her to HIV, the virus that causes AIDS.

She lies in her crib, a dark-haired beauty drooling on her pretty blue outfit. Her eyes never leave her mother. She makes no effort to get up, does not cry or whimper or giggle or smile as a visitor enters the room.

Quiet. She is so quiet.

Adriana Zier, who said she's been off illegal drugs for two years now, picks up Yordanny, pointing out that doctors tell her that she is about five inches shorter and nine pounds lighter than other children her age.

"It's not my daughter's fault or any other kid's fault when they're brought into this world by parents who are screwed up," the 41-year-old Zier said as she sat in a living room of a small apartment off Maryland Parkway and Karen Avenue. "I can't imagine how a program that can give innocent children a chance at a normal life can be killed.

"I know many people hate those of us with HIV, but don't take it out on babies."

Zier said the medical treatment she and her daughter have received at the University of Nevada School of Medicine's Nevada Care Program has given her hope that her daughter won't develop HIV.

But the program, which largely works to prevent mother-to-child HIV transmission through targeted antiviral drug therapy, has been eliminated by the state Department of Health and Human Services. Citing a possible $1.2 million shortfall in funding for HIV/AIDS related programs next year, state officials terminated the $350,000-a-year program as of today because of a projected increase in both medication costs and clients utilizing services.

The program was the most severely affected by cuts directed to six HIV/AIDS programs in Southern Nevada.

When the program began in 2006, there were four cases of infants with HIV in Clark County. Since the program's services began, however, there have been no new cases identified, although 40 infants have been born to HIV-infected mothers.

Dr. David Gremse, head of the School of Medicine's pediatric program, said under guidelines set by the federal Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, no determination is made of whether a child is positive or negative for HIV until the age of 24 months. So doctors won't make a finding on Yordanny for four more months.

Zier was in the county jail in July 2007 on a drug charge -- she said she has been incarcerated more than 60 times for either drugs or prostitution -- when she learned she had HIV. Less than two months later, she gave birth at University Medical Center.

"I am so lucky that Yordanny and I got AZT (an antiviral drug) right away," she said.

According to Dr. Echezona Ezeanolue, the director of the Nevada Care Program, the best care for an HIV expectant mother and her newborn involves three uses of the drug AZT, which often prevents HIV transmission to an infant.

Ideally, he said, the mother receives AZT during pregnancy, then AZT alone during a Cesarean section delivery.

Vaginal fluids can increase the chance of HIV transmission.

The newborn then receives AZT for six weeks along with a strong antibiotic. That antibiotic, bactrim, is continued until the baby is four months old.

"Yordanny's mother only got the AZT during delivery because we didn't see her during her pregnancy, but that is much better than her not getting it at all," Ezeanolue said. "And then Yordanny got the AZT and bactrim."

In a recent letter to Rep. Shelley Berkley, D-Nev., in which he asks for help in finding funding to continue the program, Gremse said killing Nevada Care doesn't make financial sense.

"The prevention of potential transmission of HIV infection to these 40 infants who were born to HIV-positive mothers through the Nevada Care Program's efforts resulted in the program saving the state $12,124,000 over the past two years based on the cost of providing medical care to these children had they become infected," the letter states.

Berkley said Friday she was "hopeful that the financial resources will be found to keep this important program in place."

Ezeanolue isn't shy about saying what he thinks the program's death will do.

"For unborn children especially, this is a life-and-death decision that will have consequences far greater than the state has obviously considered," he said. "These children, who would otherwise have a 98 percent chance to be born without the HIV virus, will more likely be born with the virus."

Gremse said Ezeanolue helped ensure the success of the program by reaching out to medical officials in the Las Vegas Valley and having them refer HIV-infected expectant mothers to him.

Ezeanolue said that although drugs for an antiviral program for expectant mothers and their children will still be available after the budget cut, the office space where he treats them near University Medical Center won't be. Nor will his four medical assistants.

"The bulk of the grant money goes to the space," he said, adding that women wanted privacy because of their situations.

Gremse said that Ezeanolue's team of assistants has also been critical to the program's success. He said they contact Las Vegas hospitals regularly to ensure that the mothers get proper treatment.

"With those being let go, it will be difficult to ensure that other hospitals handle these cases in the right way. In the past these cases fell through the cracks," he said.

Zier said "Dr. Eze's" caring attitude "has made me feel better about the future," and that she is doing all she can now to be a good mother. She only goes out of her apartment, paid for through funds supplied by the Aid For AIDS of Nevada agency, when either she or her daughter has to visit the doctor.

"I'm afraid drug dealers might want to come after me for ripping them off," she said.

She has a teenage child who lives with grandparents.

"I adopted my 5-year-old out," she said. "I want to give them as good a life as possible. I'm only getting $300 a month from welfare and a little over $200 a month in food stamps."

She said that after she learned she had HIV, she underwent a tubal ligation that ensured she could not have any more children.

Often, she said, she must deal with the dizziness, nausea and diarrhea -- side effects of the drugs fighting off HIV, which is usually acquired through unprotected sex or sharing of needles.

But that doesn't bother her as much as knowing that her daughter could develop HIV.

"I pray that doesn't happen," she said. "I hope what Dr. Eze has done is enough. I know he's done all he can."

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