roman the rapist

Here's what I think.... Roman the Rapist needs to go to jail and become Bubba's new girlfriend. Then he can see just how much fun being raped really is!!! All the people protesting his arrest can kiss my ass. He did the crime and he should do --oh maybe one year for every year he's gone free since drugging and raping that 13 year old. I don't care how mature she seemed--SHE WAS THIRTEEN YEARS OLD... HE PLED GUILTY. SEND him to prison where he belongs. I'm an outraged Ruth Adkins Robinson

Am I Islamophobic

When I heard about the planned prayer by Muslims in Washington, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. George W. Bush is the president who began hosting a Ramadan iftar, which is the meal that breaks the daily fast during Ramadan, but the stupid Rethuglicans don't care about that fact, they just want to crucify President Obama as a Muslim. This year the anniversary of 9/11 came just before the end of Ramadan, which was marked by a commemorative stamp and an iftar dinner at the White House. That whipped the haters into a fury, prompted all kinds of viral e-mails and blog postings critical of Muslims and Islam. I am mystified by Muslims. I have problems with the horrific treatment of women. I understand, however, why they hate us and want us out of their country. I don't like it that the nightly news is peppered with some new bomb threats and yet another bearded terrorist with the name Hussein arrested --all Muslim radicals wanting to kill us all. Not only do they want us out of their country, they want us dead in our country. I want them to just go home. When I was typing this, I was trying to remember if I had any Middle Eastern friends. I have always had followers of Elijah Muhammad as friends. Yet so help me, I am guilty of racial profiling I think. What do I do about this?

Faith followed Annie Home

The little black Pom mix followed Antoinette home from church, two miles, lots of stop lights and some serious traffic and Annie was sure she give up, but the little dog kept coming, right up to and through the gate. Knowing I never wanted a dog in the house, Antoinette got the beautiful young Cecelia to come and beg me to let the dog stay. "Lemme see the dog."They brought the dog. Ok, she looked up at me with those big brown eyes and I was done. So I said she could stay--for a while. The first thing the dog did was sit as close to me as she could without sitting on me, she followed me from room to room. Ever the one to let my imagination build a story, I decided that the dog had been the beloved pet of some lady who had died because the dog never wanted to let me out of her sight--ever. She barked when I left the house. Now the problem in my house is that nobody here is a dog fancier. These people love cats and of course we have a couple of those. I don't like them either, but what can you do. So my dilemma now is that the Twins have their own apt., Cecelia and Elijah are now all day at school and Larriann is over at chef's college learning to stuff, chop, and all the other things that they must do. I am gone from morning to night and the dog is lonely. So I ask my old, dear friend Cheryl Dickerson who is 100 percent a dog lover if she wants to adopt Faith Banks. She said she'd audition the dog for a week to see if the two of them and her other puppy liked each other. When I told my family, they were all huffy puffy wanting to know how could I give the dog away. My reply was the dog needs attention, which she can't get here. So I pack up the food, the leash, the brush, the dog perfume and off to Sherman Oaks I go, Faith curled up in the back of the car--practically grinning at getting to go for a ride and sticking her head out the window. Cheryl thinks the dog is cute and tries to be friendly. But Faith, knowing something is in the wind isn't having it. She is looking at me like, what are you doing. I decide to leave, sneakng away like a thief in the night and when I call Cheryl 15 minutes later, she tells me Faith has been sitting by the front door, barking ever since I left. I'm not sure how this audition is going to work out at all. Holding my breath, I'm Ruth Adkins Robinson

Doin' A Happy Dance

It's been a hard year this first nine months, and I had told my ace Charmaine Jefferson that I'd be happy if just one little area of my life could get straight. Really, everything, everywhere and everybody seemed so screwed up for months on end. But suddenly, the skies opened up and it started raining good stuff on my head. At one point, I looked up wondering if Skip had just gotten so tickled at my silliness at his funeral that he had opened up the locked floodgates for me. Could be. After nine long months, my loan modification documents came through, I got a new literary agent, I jumped into discussions on a screenplay that I do want to write, I got the greenlight on a project with SdP and somebody actually paid me some money they'd owed me far too long (the rest of you can step up here and do the same). So I am going to treat myself to a Thai massage and then wrap myself in words to complete the October issue of Museum Notes and that book treatment and the unfinished chapter on the book I already have in the works. But first, look over here, this is me doin' a happy dance. I'm Ruth Adkins Robinson.

Mo' Joe the Schmo

Yeah, yeah, yeah, his Daddy's not a racist says Joe the Schmo's son. Of course, Joe's little boy is running for attorney general in South Carolina, home of some of the most notorious racists ever to creep into a black bedroom. So everybody black needs to run for the hills if Sonny Boy Wilson wins -- imagine the prosecutions and legislation headed in the wind. But to further make the point about Schmo's true views, back in 2003, Wilson called it "unseemly" and a "smear" for Essie Mae Washington-Williams, the illegitimate daughter Strom Thurmond had with the 16 year old family maid to tell the world the old dog was her Daddy. Excuse me?? What was unseemly was old Strom sticking it where Southern gentlemen have been sticking it for the last couple of hundred years--statutory rape and all that be damned. How is it a smear to call your Daddy your Daddy? Of course Strom, who practically wore white Klan robes right on the floor of the Congress didn't want anybody to know about Baby Girl. He did pay for her education and some other stipends. And, oh Lordy, Lordy, his 'other' family recognized her and she is listed on the monument to him, right alongside his white children. She should be grateful, I guess Joe thinks. After a lifetime of keeping it hid (she was born in 1925) I think she was brave to acknowledge him. I wonder if she ever sat and looked at the veins in her hands and wondered about the blood coursing through them? Whose blood, whose genes? Imagine a life of knowing your own father thought anything black was subhuman and had no rights or liberties. Painful. I'm Ruth Adkins Robinson.

Who Is a Liar?

Richard Nixon lied to everybody alive, including himself for several years before he fled the White House in disgrace. Nobody ever screeched at him in Congress. My boy Bill lied and as vindictive as the ReThuglians and Ken Starr were to him, nobody was screaming at him in Congress either. This oinker from South Carolina would never have screamed at the two white Presidents you can bet. But clearly Joe Wilson thinks it's ok to insult the black President, I guess because he's still reeling that a black man is now the most powerful man in the world. I'm sure his hillbilly butt can't stand it. After all, he disrespected the man and the office without any thought they just might haul his sorry self out of the building. These are the peole they address as "Distinguished Gentlemen." Well, maybe Joe doesn't really fit that tag. Think I'm kidding about this? This racist hillbilly voted against removing the Confederate Flag from being displayed over the state house. Why would I doubt that he has black friends back home in South Carolina. What happened to Wilson in the wake of his bad behavior? Jerk gets off with a little bitty slap on the wrist. Ok, so big deal, the House has voted to admonish Wilson over his "You lie" outburst to President Barack Obama during the President's health care speech to Congress last week, but it doesn't begin to do enough. Wilson is the liar here. He's a liar to all the people who voted for him in his state who could use some help with their health care situation. Like all the criminal deeds done by the Republicans of late, this will have no traction, nothing will really happen to Wilson as a result of this, but we can all hope that when he gets back to his natural redneck environment, somebody just kicks his ass on G. P. I'm Ruth Adkins Robinson, happy to be a Democrat.

There are times when only grease will do

Skip's funeral today and the repast where I saw some old friends and some old enemies made me want to live in this moment.... right now.... today. So I cooked and ate and listened to music. I didn't count anything that remotely resembled a calorie, a carb or fat content. In the South where I am from, they say "There are times when only grease will do." So I fried some chicken, made some green beans, fried some corn and okra and made some Johnny cakes. I slathered everything that needed it with a ton of butter and presented it to myself on my favorite bone china, Royal Albert Old Country Roses. While I ate, I listened to Otis. Only his aching heart felt right for my own weary heart. Then I took a nap on my couch. Old comfortable habits feel especially good when the freaking world seems haywire. I'm up now, with some writing to do before morning, because life's needs make you keep moving. I'm tired and want to sleep but duty calls and I always answer. I'm Ruth Adkins Robinson