Ok, Here comes my hypocrisy....

I am a blogger....

This means I am vain enough to think that other people actually benefit from and enjoy reading my thoughts.

The only thing is, I try my damndest to actually make sense and articulate my points thoroughly enough for whoever is crazy, interested, or drunk enough to read my ramblings to actually follow my logic.

I am a journalist...

This means that I am trained in the art of disseminating information for mass consumption. I have been taught to take the most complicated concepts and break them down to an eigth grade reading level. I have to be intelligent enough to be able to grasp a number of concepts with varying degrees of complexity.

So naturally it frustrates me when people attempt to expound upon B.S. or articulate undefendable points. It really pisses me off when people get verbal diarrhea and try to put all of the big words they know in a few sentences coupled with asinine ideas and try to pass it off as profound, groundbreaking, or "deep."

I have a suggestion for all aspiring to be a part of the black intelligentsia and the scores of Ph.D.'s and scholars in Black America. Before you decide to write something...whether it be a few thoughts, a complex theory of yours, a concept, a political viewpoint, a thesis, or whatever do us all a favor. Actually think about it...

I am one of those people who can sit down and type in a stream of consciousness. Everyone is not able to do that. I'm not saying I'm the Rakim of the blog world, I'm just saying that it's something I do. When I get ready to rap, I sound better if I write it down first. T.I. and Jay-Z are better at freestyling their rhymes in the booth. See where I'm going with this?

I often read blogs and facebook notes and all sorts of other stuff mainly because I'm a nerd, but more so because I like to keep abreast of what my fellow black 20-somethings are thinking about. Sometimes it's Hip-Hop (Fuck Oprah!), sometimes it's Politics (Obama in '08!), sometimes it's utter drivel (my lipgloss be poppin? WTF?!?!?!), and yet and still there are those who enjoy waxing poetic about a laundry list of things much like myself. My biggest problems comes with those whom, I would like to think, are like me. Conscious balls of never ending thought. (Did I just say "Conscious Balls?" I gotta name my next album that.)

Fellow rambling bloggers. PLEASE at least try and make sense if you're going to blog and save the rest of us a brain cramp trying to decipher the dumb stuff that you put on the internet. Thank You and God Bless.