The KKK tried to Rally in Anaheim, CA. It ended badly

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Hello Bloggers and readers. I'm still alive. I stopped blogging but I've been active doing stand up comedy. I have an iphone and I'm having issues uploading pics and videos/links to this blog. It's a compatibility issue. If someone could help me out that would be cool. Email me at mrdoolittle906605@yahoo.com

The Next Stop, Los Angeles

I have been to the edge of the twilight zone and it's located in Los Angeles. Stay with me. I currently reside in Anaheim,CA. Mickey Mouse is my neighbor. Every night I hear what appears to be loud gun shots. In reality, it's the firework show from the Disneyland parade. if you go south on Harbor boulevard, just pass the 5 you will see the tip of the Matterhorn ride along with herd of happy tourists flocking to Disneyland with the plastic mouse ears, bratty kids, and about $200 worth of Disney merchandise per family. Some of my neighbors are Disney cast members which fucks up the fantasy for kids who may be wondering why Peter Pan is smoking weed at the bust stop. I'm O.C now but understand this: There is a huge difference between North Orange County and South orange County. North OC is,how can I put it mildly?, more "ghetto". South OC includes NewPort Beach. There you will find old money and old 50 year old guys with 21 year old barbies because "he has a yacht." Not far from there you may run into the Orange County Housewives of Orange county or bros with Affliction T-shirts "hollering at the bitches." Anaheim keeps me humble. I see homeless people daily and hard working people just trying to make it. But since I grew up practically all of my life in Los Angeles, I get an itch every few weeks and a few weeks ago I got the rash. I had to go to L.A to purge my soul. Maybe it's the smog in my lungs but whatever the source, I need to go. It's like Los Angeles and I are in an an abusive relationship and I know I'm going to be disappointed but I hold on to the good memories and I get on the dreaded 5 freeway which connects me to the 101 and me and 1 billion other people get on the same road and I'm off to where Smog meets attitude. I'm off to L.A. I decided to go to L.A on impulse really. I was on a mission to go to see a "curandero" (witch doctor) in the Pico Union area of L.A where Central Americans are deep into that voodoo shit. My goal was to get a good luck candle, or other artifact to give me good luck so that my week would start right at work. I ask my girlfriend if she wants to go with me. She cautiously agrees. Really, I just wanted to leave my apartment. I arrived on Alvarado street across the street from Mac Arthur park. If you ever want to get a visual of where this is just rent Training Day and fast forward to the scene where Denzel Washington confronts Snoop Dog in one of the shopping centers. That's where I arrived.I park and as soon as I walk out, there is a Hispanic man yelling into a megaphone that we sinners are doomed to eternal damnation unless we join his club. The area is always packed and it us filled with local vendors selling shit inside and outside and there are people on the street hustling everything including green cards and fake identification (no joke). Hispanic men will yell out "Micas" "Micas" (slang for green cards). I keep walking north on Alvarado and I look down and I see a man who was missing his lower limbs. He's just squirming like a a caterpillar. I think he was begging for money. I didn't stick around to find out his purpose. A minute later I see two crazy white guys with snakes on their necks and for a small fee, you can pose or take a picture of the snakes. A few steps later I see on the corner a man being detained by the Los Angeles Police Department. I tried to find a witch doctor store but they were all closed so I decided to head back to my car and I was was walking southbound on Alvarado, a young Hispanic guy dashes towards me and then stops all of a sudden. He had missed his bus and looked sad. He slowly approaches me and with a sincere tone asks me if I speak Spanish. I tell him I do. Then he drops this whopper on me: (translated to English) "You really have to be careful with your girl." He continued. "She coughed in my mid section." I couldn't understand what he was saying so I apologized as did my girlfriend. "What the fuck was that about am I in the twilight zone?", I ask my girl. A few moments later we decipher what he was saying. He was blaming my girlfriend for missing the bus because she coughed on his nuts!!! . She never coughed. That should be the Public Service announcement for Schizophrenia. "Help fight Schizophrenia because one coughed nuts is one too many. I thought things couldn't get stranger. I was wrong. As I kept walking towards the car I noticed a few items that were laid out in a blanket that were for sale. I picked up a headband with a light on it. I was considering buying it since I bike at night. "Don't buy it. I bought one here before and it broke the next day and they wouldn't give me the money back. Don't buy it", a chubby Mexican man warned me. Finally, a good Samaritan. "If you want to buy bikes and bike parts, go over there." (He pointed to a building away from the madness of the busy street.) "Let's go check out the store", I tel my girlfriend. I walk towards the white building when I realize that it's a church. There is no bike store. I stop and retrieve towards my parked car. "Oh my God Iz, I think that guy is following you (another guy I didn't even notice). When you stopped walking, he stopped abruptly. That's shady", my girlfriend tells me. Was I intended to be set up for a jack move? (robbery for my un-urban readers). This is the part where I get the fuck out. I get in my car and I keep going North on Alvarado towards Sunset Boulevard. I'm glad to be getting away from the madness. I look to the right and two old men are in a fist fight. It appears that they are fighting over a walker. Perhaps I don't need a good luck charm after all.

My Bike

How do we celebrate my mom's 60th?

It was my mom's 60th b-day so how did we celebrate? By doing the Harlem Shake (see video below). It was so much fun. The kid in a Spider Man outfit is my nephew. My mom is the lady on the left wearing a green dress. The guys on the background are my cousins and my brother in law. My cousins,sisters aunts and friends were all there to make this a special night. I made a fool of myself dancing with a monkey but tequila will make you do crazy things.

My Family doing the Harlem Shake

Racist Commercial? (see video below)

One of my favorite activities which amuses me to no end is to point out to my friends the most subtle and no so subtle racism in commercials. Why, for example, does the Spanish guitar have to play when the main, Mexican character appears. It happens with Asians also. Remember a little movie in the 80's called the Karate Kid? Every time Mr. Miyagi shared his wisdom with "Daniel Son", a bamboo flute played in the background? How freaking racist is that?

Oftentimes, "Mexican" men are seen as dumb and/or lazy, even when they are asking for your vote. Yes Pedro I will vote for you.  (see Nacho Libre. Every adult male acted or looked retarded) Pollo Loco commercials are especially good at reinforcing the stereotype of the suave Latin Male with the worst stereotypical Hispanic accent.

This brings me to the El Paso commercial below several things to notice:

1- The Kids are NOT even Spanish, native speakers. If you're going to insult us, at least hire REAL Mexicans.
2- Mexicans don't wear bandanas any more. That's old school 70's cholo shit. In fact bikers probably wear bandanas more often than Mexicans.
3- How stereotypical is it to have the mother bring out food in a giant sombrero?
4- Did you catch the little girl enlighten adults with the suggestion that there is more than one way to skin a taco? (You know because Mexicans are dumb)
5- I love how the whole community rejoiced and salsa danced the night away.

I admit that I laughed at all the stereotypes and innuendos in the commercial. This brings me to a bigger question: Can racism be funny? I don't know. I champion myself as a person that believes that political correctness has run amok. At the same time, I laugh at racist shit all the time equally. I'm an equal opportunity offender. A part of me believes that the world is a better place when we can all laugh at each other. Where is the line? I wouldn't know. I'm too dumb to figure it out. (Spanish guitar solo).

What do you think senor?

The issue that has divided my people

The Jokes are back! 1-18-2013

It's been a while since I've posted jokes mainly because my life feels like a giant punchline but the recent headlines made it too tempting to ignore and if you cant laugh at life what can you laugh at? Enjoy

Did you hear about this football player from Notre Dame, Manti Te'o who fell in love with am imaginary person? It's crazy what Mormonism will have you believe. Yes, he is Mormon)

 In an interview with Oprah, Lance Armstrong did little to rehabilitate his image by appearing smug and mean. But I'm not one to bust his ball.

 A same-sex Army wife was denied membership into a Walmart club for military spouses in North Carolina. Had they been a straight couple in sweatpants showing butt crack...

 Michael J. Fox had harsh words for Taylor Swift, warning her that she needs to stay away from his son. Upon hearing of their relationship, he was shaken up.

 The body of a lottery winner will be exhumed because his death is being investigated as a homicide. And also to look at the guy with the worst change of luck.

 I can't wait to see this years biggest horror flick, "Mama". It's a frightening tale of a lady that constantly reminds you of your weight gain and bad life decisions.

Deadly Fun

In the 80's, Oingo Boingo told us, "It's a dead man's party who can ask for more.Everybody's coming leave your body at the door. Perhaps Oingo Boingo was was talking about Dia De Los Muertos (Day of the Dead.) Speaking of the dead, I've been dead to the blogging world but like a good zombie, I'm never really gone forever. This weekend, I had the pleasure of attending the annual Dia De Los Muertos celebration in East Los Angeles. It's like a big block party where they block off the streets and vendors, artists, and the whole community gets together to party, Dia De los Muertos is a holiday that commemorates the dead loved ones that are not physically with us anymore. We celebrate death but not in a "I'm trying to cash in on the 72 virgins deal." It's more of an acknowledgment that we are mortal and should rejoice while we still can. It is also a time to remember loved ones and party with their spirits. I remember taking a "death and dying course" in college and we studied how we, in the West, act like Grim Reaper doesn't exist and worse yet, we fear death. (Except for Blue Oyster Cult who advocated that we NOT Fear the Reaper. Can you hear the cow bell? I can) Evidence of this apprehension can be found in the many euphemisms we use for death. In America a person does not die, they "pass away" like an eternal quarterback throwing to his/her celestial angels. In America, one "crosses over". Mexicans do this too but we call it "migration". Jan Brewer that joke is for you. Here people "go to meet their maker" like we are a mass produced widget. Dia De Los Muertos is a departure from that. People dress up like skeletons. There is imagery that reminds us our future home- that snug coffin. The emphasis is on the "now" on the living, while still remembering the dead. If any readers are ever in Los Angeles during the Halloween season, you have to visit E.L.A and attend a Day of the Dead celebration. I posted some videos of the event along with a picture of a couple we met at the event. I hope you can feel some of the jubilation I experienced at this event. While there, I began to reflect on all the people that have "passed away" (I do it too) such as family and friends and I had peace in knowing that it's all one. We are all one giant consciousness and the memories we have are eternal and will outlive us. The most vivid memory I have, and the one that left the biggest impression on me was this chubby Mexican guy who had a portrait of his grand parents. While, the band played, he kept raising his hands with the portrait of his dead grand parents, dancing while celebrating their lives. I guess life is like a song.

Dia De Los Muertos Art from East Los Angeles, CA

Dia De Los Muertos (Day of the dead) 2012 East L.A

Unite and take over

Sham on you!

In uptown Whittier, CA there is a 99 cent store on historic Greenleaf Avenue. As the name implies, things cost about a dollar here. The 99 cent store is located on the corner of sad and despair. That's where the thieves above decided to make their big hit. I don't know what's sadder: Thieves ripping of the 99 cent store or spelling shame without an "e"; especially if the purpose of showing their faces is to sham them! Chances are they have very little left if they are staking 99 cent stores. They have 99 problems but shame ain't one.

Nationalism

"Like a taco"

Today I treated myself to Korean Food. It was all you can eat so I accepted the challenge. I'm what you call a "foodie" which is a euphemism for fat ass! I got the usual Kimchi, rice, and marinated beef. I also got the usual side dish called rice cake (shown in white above). I always get it but I never knew how to eat it. Am I to dip it in sauce? Is it meant to be fried? Can it be eaten alone or with the other food? Such grand questions have always alluded me when it came to the rice cake. I decided to ask the Korean waiter. He was a young, frail guy in his early 20's


"How do I eat this?" Do I need to fry it?
"No No, you use it to wrap up the meat. Like a Taco!"


I was tempted to reply "Gracias Senor" in the most stereotypical, Mexican accent. Had my beard been longer, he may have told me to warp up the meat like Pita bread.

Jokes 5-20-12

Facebook founder, Mark Zuckerberg married his long time girlfriend. He changed is Facebook status to "married" and she updated her status to "half".


On May 21st, Canadians celebrate Victoria day in honor of Queen Victoria's birthday. In America the only Victoria we celebrate is a secret.


In Parker Colorado, a lesbian couple have been arrested for staging a hate crime. They spray painted the words "Kill the Gay". They are also being sued by the GOP for using their slogan without permission.


Usain Bolt dumped his girlfriend of six months. Before she could respond, he simply vanished.


A British tabloid is reporting that Kim Kardashian is coming between Kanye West and Jay-Z and I can't wait to see that video.


A transgendered, Miss Universe Canada, felt short of the national title but still made the top 12 semi-finalists. I applaud her courage. That takes balls.