Hot day in Camerico

Today, I moseyed down to the local Wolly World, or as I like to call it, Camerico super store. They have everything there included really rude and obnoxious cashiers. I was over in the pet area getting a new collar for me mutt, when I heard a lady screaming at another lady. She was laughing as she hollered at the poor unsuspecting old woman that was just wanting assistance. I was watching the entire incident unfold, when the squawking woman turned to me with her hands on her hips and asked, “What are you looking at, white boy?”

The JD from three or four years ago would have just said nothing; I’m sorry, and walked away, but not now. Racial tensions in America are only worsening with every day of the presidential campaign for ’08. I am not a hateful person, but I am sure as heck not going to take crap from anyone just because of something my forefathers may or may not have done. The old me was ashamed of his name and the original man behind it. Now, I could care less if a person hates me because of my name or not. That, in and of itself, is a form of racism. To judge a person by his or her name is as bad as judging a person by their skin colour.

Mr. Obama has only made things worse. His message may be about change, but all that he has done is bring more Neo-Nazi nuts to the forefront. And, if he doesn’t win the democratic nomination, I’m afraid that African Americans everywhere will retaliate and start burning cities as they have done in the past. Yeah, that’s a good way to solve a problem. Scare the living shite out of the white man! :)

Anyway, back to the witch in the lawn & garden department.

“Who do you think you are screaming at?”

“Are you talkin’ ta me?”

“There was no reason for you to holler at her”, I exclaimed.

“Are you trying to tell me how to do my job?” She enquired, whilst walking towards me with her hands crossed across her broad chest.

“Hollering at old women is not part of your effing job”, I hollered.

“Boy….Jamar, Eddie, this cracker is running his mouth”, she screamed, as she waved for a couple of guys to come over.

“Oh, that’s very tribal of you”, I laughingly said whilst smiling.

“Whah…Are you saying….”

She came towards me as if she was going to hit me, when Jamar came running up and asked what the deal was. She told him I was trying to tell her how to do her job. Then, the manager came over and said, “If I catch you running your mouth to customers one more time, you’re fired”.

She continued to curse me, as I walked away, laughing.

Yet another reason to love Mexicans, Senoritas especially! :)

Jefferson Davis b&w

Black and White Walkabout

Monday, I got off of work early and headed downtown to enjoy the particularly tepid spring afternoon.  The townies were buzzing up and down the streets as bees laboured through beds of violet and maize blooms.  While sitting between two flowerbeds observing the bees wander through a maze of flowers, I was mesmerised by their virtuosity, dedication, and speed at which they danced to the delicate notes of gravity.

After desperately trying to capture their slyness for a while, I decided to take every shot that day in black and white.  The monochrome images have more depth, since they lack colour.  Personally, I love black and white images.  They leave a bit of the work up to the imagination of the viewer.  Each person can have his or her own unique interpitation of an image.  I reckon that is why I love to draw with charcoal.  A white piece of paper, a piece of charcoal, and an imagination can create boundless depictions with limitless interpitations.

P.S.:  Please let me know whether you like the images all grouped together like this or a few at a time.  :)

P.P.S.:  Did you think I’d be writing ’bout Obama getting his arse kicked?  Ha!  :)