...Sunday Mo Jo with a flow of a Ben Harper show...

…that is the best 40 minutes of music I have ever heard…now, before you jump the gun, or anything else one must jump in order to get their hands on Harper’s “Lifeline”…I am not saying this is the best 40 minutes of music I’ve ever heard…I may have made that statement because I’m high on sleep deprivation…or maybe the music I just listened to was really that good…I’ll have to take a cat nap (equivalent to a half dozen people naps…which is also the same as 6 naps, but humans like to sophisticate their speech up while achieving nothing really)…a cat nap to give more validity to this…I’m into music that makes you depressed while uplifts a cracker too…other albums that give this feel are: Van Morrison’s “Moodance”…and Cat Power’s “The Greatest”…however, those two artists and albums, I did not anticipate…Morrison is a musician that my father passed onto my brother and I…raise your Guinness pints for Irishmen…-“Moodance” was my first impression of him…and the same goes for Cat Power’s “Greatest”…on the other hand, I have been listening to Ben Harper’s music since I sucked my thumb…which brings me, a Ben Harper fan for approx. 5 years…I’m 25?...I’ve been anticipating Ben’s new one since his last one…not that his last, “Both Sides of the Gun”, wasn’t good…I’m just a greedy fan and “we want more Benjamen!”…the whole reason I’m writing this, other than my sleeping skills deceased, is because “Lifeline” delivered…it’s his best album yet…I like all of his albums, but I love “Diamonds on the Inside”, and “There Will Be A Light” with The Blind Boys of Alabama…good news is, I like “Lifeline”, after one listen, the most…there is nothing like waiting for an album and having it exceed expectations…that’s what my parents say about their child writing this…or what ladies have also said during yearly “Sarcastic Days”…this album, recorded in a Paris studio, was completed in 7 days, or one more day than a half dozen…so I’m gonna give this a week listen and write back hopefully to confirm this…how come the ladies haven’t called back to confirm theirs?...I’ll get back to ya in 7 days…the actual album comes out August 28th, next Tuesday…but you don’t have to look too hard to hear it online…BUY The Real Thing though…and there’s a Cup of Sunday Mo Jo…

...excuse me...I didn't fart...do you have a permit?...

...I was on the street yesterday handing out flyers...flyers for what?...well, we'll get into that later...but I was minding my business and a police officer came up to me and asked if I had a permit...I countered that request by asking the officer if he had a permit...and after some commotion I did the locomotion and pulled out my permit...not my permit to hand out the flyers...but a permit I recently received...a permit that allows me to ask a person if they have a permit to ask me if I have a permit...the officer did not and I don't expect to be hasseled by The Man again...although, I think I made a friend and expect to see him at my Asian Delight Fantasy Draft...

...and the award goes to...

...every Friday I will be giving out an award...I know...I'm pretty excited about it too...especially about this first award...

Humblest Person in the World: Garrett Kennedy

...and a word from our winner...


"...Am I allowed to accept an award for Humblest Person in the World...rhetorical...it would be quite arrogant not to...especially since I gave out the award...if you've looked at my Wikipedia profile, and if you didn't, you need to get your priorities in check...for those that have, you knew I was expecting something in the form of an award...now, with me and my humble self...excuse me...humblest self...see, I make mistakes too...just not as often...me, myself and I...you would think doesn't need an award...but that's just farce-a-noogle...what do you think ignited me to become so humble...let me tell you a story...a realization of my shortcomings...and I'm not referring to the 3-incher...I was having a tough time...not like a tough time heard about in a blues song...but a tough time for a white boy college graduate trying to find himself tough time...know what I'm saying...yeah...but do you...my tough time and I were lying in bed...yes...tears emerged...and I was at a breaking point...another words, my point of breaking almost tipped like Malcolm Gladwell...but then...but then...but...

...then...I took my right hand out from underneath my pillow as I was failing to fall asleep AGAIN!...and planned on just rolling over...but I've rolled over before...and something in me realized it was time to stop failing and failing again...that advice is bullshit...I looked up to see my door cracked open more than a sliver...because if it were only cracked opened a sliver then I couldn't see the little light that shinned into my room...I would have said beaming to make this story more dramatic...but it was just the hall light...and that light doesn't beam...it just doesn't...but...any-Who?...that little light of mine made me realize I was going to be ok...not ALL right...but ok...and that's when I realized my shortcomings...and realized it was ok to have some...if fact...it made me realize that most of you have more shortcomings than I do...for instance...you people should be more humble...although, what do I know about being humble...rhetorical...thanks..."...

...Wikipedia Profile continued...

..the below profile’s creation began and was posted on Tuesday, January 30, 2007…check it out…or just stick around and read the work in progress below…Garrett’s amitions make it impossible to keep the profile up to date…this is what’s up so far…
Wikipedia profile
Garrett Dempsey Kennedy (1982-eternity; he’s timeless) – world famous blogger Garrett Dempsey Kennedy (known for writing his blog in Wing-Dings font so nobody can understand it; and therefore, nobody can claim to dislike it – because you shouldn’t dislike things you don’t understand) was born to parents John Anthony Kennedy Jr. and Rita Flynn “Rockin’ Rita” Kennedy; and has one older brother, Jonathan Flynn Kennedy, 26. Garrett’s nicknames include: “G”, “G-Man”, “It’s Not Gary. It is Garrett, which sounds nothing like the ‘T-less’ Gary, “3-incher”, etc. Born and raised on Maplewood Road is where Garrett spent most of his days, growing up in Southington, CT. He brought intelligence to Manhattanville College, and it was not the other way around – Manhattanville bringing intelligence to “G-Man”. Spending four years at the college in Purchase, NY, he graduated in May 2005 with a Bachelor of Arts in History; a minor in writing. He now resides in the Bay Ridge section of Brooklyn, NY, where he substitute teaches and uses the language of the youths to inspire his wing-ding fonted blog. If you can’t read it, Garrett says to get yourself a dog to translate it. Below are some words from the blogger himself about himself:

8/17/07“Let me tell you about myself…oh, come on, let me…ok, I’m going to anyways…I kind of like music…I like it a little…but I have a passion for chocolate milk and spicy chicken wings…I love spicy chicken wings…but I hate the runs…it’s a love/hate relationship I got going with the birds…I dislike people telling me their recommendation for Chinese food…I do subscribe to the “hate nothing except hatred”…but I can’t refrain from hating black men that are balding…I enjoy leaving others in suspense so I’ll tell you why at a later date…if you never see or hear from me again, just think of me the next time you see a black man balding…I’m attracted to eyes…and maybe that’s why I dig Asian women…and I’m sure they dig my digging…it’s just the way I convince myself the way they stare at me…and then run away after 9 blocks of following them…look…we just happen to be eating lunch at the same Ching-shi-wa place…and we just happen to respond to the same Craig’s-List AD about ‘for a good time visit us for NYC’s best Asian massages’…I do enjoy reading…not for pleasure…that’s what the massage was about…not for obtaining knowledge either…can I enjoy something without any bullshit reasoning for doing so…I enjoy reading these books really fast where I can’t comprehend them, but still can show them off to impress visitors…when they ask me what their about, I say, ‘Well, I don’t wanna ruin it for you…go to the bookstore and waste your money on the same book I stole from the library’…it’s a dog-eat-dog world…ask Michael Vick…look up his Wikipedia profile and you’ll quickly learn he quickly pursued at a young age to grow up and become a jackass…achieved…talking about achievements…I have a feeling I’m going to win an award soon, but for now I’m signing off…but would like to give a shout-out to all those who would like to give a shout-out…there you go and there I…’

"...adding to profile I am...I have an incredible skill when drinking soda out of the bottle to quench my thirst while not ruining the rest of the bottle by not allowing soda that visited my mouth to return to the contents left for the next person to enjoy...

...Sunday Mo Jo...

…I once got stuck in our local Walmart for a week…you know…this Walmart’s automatic doors were broken…and if we as Americans start opening doors again, the terrorists win…after a week, I finally slipped out when a misses opened the door in front of me, supplying me that automatic door…while I was there I tried on all the clothes in the store…jeans, sneakers, socks, lady garments…but what happens at Walmart stays at Walmart…unless of course you actually buy that crap they sell and wear it in the real world…crossing my fingers, waiting on my application to gain access into that place…some of you are probably wearing what I tried on…unfortunately for you, I had the major runs that week…tell Al Gore about that inconvenient truth…as I walked out the store, the misses, my automatic door, smiled at me and said, “Have a nice day”…and I responded, “Don’t tell me what to do”…then my mom told me to move out the house…yeah, I texted my mom to come to Walmart and open the door for me…I told her it was for the troops…she hopped in her SUV, going 90 on the main roads and 20 on the highway…my mom, better known as Rock-n-Rita, had declared me missing…she ordered our local police department, consisting of all my old high school friends, to find me…during that week you could find me in the local grocery stores on milk cartons…the chocolate milk only though…my mom knows I think drinking just white milk is racist…gotta even things out here…also find my picture posted on trees in da neighborhood…either my old friends suck at hide-and-seek – still…or they just didn’t look in our local Walmart…and this makes sense because I’ve always been known for being anti-Walmart…that’s why I try on all the clothes and hopefully ruin them…because like all you know…I am anti-Walmart and anti-sleep…shits just a fad…we aren’t in the 90s anymore…but I am also now anti-shower…well, because I’ve grown my orange hair out and now have dreads…which makes coffee drinking difficult and hairy…and there’s a Cup of Sunday Mo Jo…

...Is He Black Enough?...

The verdicts in and Barack can thank his relations to Kevin Bacon for it...Presidential Candidate Barack Obama is essentially Kevin Bacon's best friend...the two have never met but mide as well have...now, we are all separated from Mr. I name myself after the pig food by 6 degrees...depending on what state you reside in determines whether it's Celsius or Fahrenheit...so, we are all at 6 degrees lengths of the Bacon-myster...however, Barack is closer and concludes the question on all American minds, "Is Barack Obama black enough?"...whether I think so or not...HE IS...I'd say let me explain...but major league baseball player Gary Sheffield determines this for the black community...maybe one day white people will get their own community...keep your fingers crossed...even better...add an exponent to that mo fo and keep your fingers crossed while overlapping the cross while listening to Kris-Kross (spell check, or don't because it doesn't really matter)...I will explain Obama's qualifications by paraphrazing Gary Sheffield...

"...the leg bone is connected to the...other bone...etc...just like we are all connected to Kevin Bacon...why does this make Obama black enough and if so why aren't we all black enough then?...if you're asking that question then you're not black enough...so exit the conversation...we keep it in the community...Obama is closer to Bacon than 6 degrees...if you saw a few months ago, Obama was politicing on 60 Minutes with his wife...if you saw this, you heard Obama joking about his children wanting a doggy-dog...reported a few weeks after that interview was that Obama finally gave in and purchased a puppy...it's so so cute...the ears are the floppy kind that you can't resist playing with...some claim Obama just got the dog because of 'politics as usual'...'these people' claiming the dog was bought just so Obama wasn't seen as someone neglecting his children...probably true, but has nothing to do with why he's black enough...the new dog has become friendly with neighborhood dogs in Chicago...Southside!?!?...in fact (check meaning of fact later), the dog has become best friends with a neighborhood dog named Charley...and Charley runs with the floppy-eared gang and one of the other dogs in the gang once took a crap on one of the sets of a Kevin Bacon movie...some say the dog's crap was a metaphor for Bacon's film...some people become clowns like a Mr. Garrett Kennedy has pointed out...so some do some really dumb crap...so some we can not trust...although, it was reported Bacon was the one that cleaned it up, essentially washing away that metaphor...so, as you can easily comphrehend...Obama's dog's best friend's gang member's shit was once cleaned up by Bacon...that's 3 degrees of separation...my wife and I aren't even that close...Barack Obama and Kevin Bacon are best friends...Bacon has been to a strip club and we all know like eating chicken, blacks are the only ones that go to strip clubs...both just aren't excepted in the white community that doesn't exist...HE'S BLACK ENOUGH"...

...thank you Gary Sheffield for clearing that up...now the only question left other than the ones they repeat for every debate is - "Is Obama White Enough?"...to actually get elected...Mr. Rogers was obviously the most qualified to answer that...the next most was 2 Pac...both of them have passed away...I don't need to tell you to pour out some...I am up for suggestions on who is the most qualified to determine whether someone is white enough...leave some suggestions and until then...try figuring out how white people can start a community...why one love when...two love.

...Sunday Mo Jo...

..."It is what it is"...when ya get older IT has a tendency to hang lower than thee that is slightly tilted to the left...put that in your notes, clear your desks and concoct a formula for this week's Sunday Mo Jo...you all can feel what I'm getting at here people...you all knew it was coming...and I now will make it offical...I will be running for President of the United States of America for the election of 2020...I should probably end this mo jo with that news...and pick it up next week...I know it's a lot to sink in...but this week's mo jo must go on...we've got a lot of work to do here people...and like they say, "it's never too late"...which is rediculous...so I'm gonna reverse that and "it's never too early"...despite "what she said"...many think it's too early for my slogan...but it's not...end of that debate...Kennedy's one and oh...and the slogan goes - "Kennedy 2020 - 'IT Is What IT Is"...is it not -- rhetorical...during all the debates and press conferences I will break out my slogan that is undebatable...not even you sir can deny thee slogan, "IT Is What IT Is"...it doesn't falter on any of the issues...the Iraq War?..."IT Is What IT Is"...our education system?..."IT Is What IT Is"...Global Warming?..."IT Is What IT Is"...Immigration?..."IT Is What IT Is"...Rudy Guliani?..."Well, him dressing up as a woman frequently confuses things, but IT Is still What IT Is"...Hurricane Katrina?..."IT Is What IT Is...and what it is is not equality"...Barack Obama, is he black enough?..."IT Is What IT Is...however Gary Sheffield has the offical equation on that issue"...a slogan one can easily improvise off of...like a Jazz or Blues Musician..."IT Is What IT Is Blues"...my campaign's theme song...if you don't like it, well, "IT Is What IT Is"...

"IT Is What IT Is Blues"

...The Iraq War?
"IT Is What IT Is"
our education system?
"IT Is What IT Is"
Global Warming?
"IT Is What IT Is"
Immigration?
"IT Is What IT Is"
Rudy Guliani?
"Well, him dressing up as a woman frequently confuses things, but IT Is still What IT Is"
Hurricane Katrina?
"IT Is What IT Is...and what it is is not equality"
Barack Obama, is he black enough?
"IT Is What IT Is...however Gary Sheffeild has the offical equation on that issue"...

Apparently hell is catchy like that blues number...I'm also working on a song called "The Song That End in Blues Blues"...I'll have it done by election time...and by then, even if you're not Ace of Base, you'll be able to "see the sign"...sign reading "IT Is What IT Is"...and IT is time for...and there's a Cup of Sunday Mo Jo...