Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Word Son?!?!?!




What it do folk? Ya boy Steez right back like I forgot my car keys. What good? Shit, obviously not thes earthquakes. Nah, lemme get it clear for yall. The was a fuckin earthquake in Pennsylvania. Where they do that at? Since thats what I really gotta talk about, lets get on with these chronicles....Shall we?!?!?!

Well unlike errrrbody else I haven't blown up twitter with my thoughts on the earthquake...nor have I really gone on facebook with it. But I do wanna talk to my folk...uhhh..thats yall(stand up...take a bow while the congregation claps). Fam...I saw some bitchassedness today. So, I'm at work...talking to a provider, unfortunately thats what I do for a square living. In any event, I was on the phone, and the fuckin building started moving. Now for my Cali readers...fuck you...this shit is out of sorts in Philly. But I'm on the phone and the chick says "are you moving?" I say "yeah". But, square that I am....I continue doing my job. Then, like clockwork I see broads running by. I think nothing of it. THEN, I see 2 niggas(you know who you are) running by...and I mean RUNNING....this sent me into a panic. A panic which made me rudely and abruptly end my phone call. Come to find out it was an earthquake....but one of these niggas left his chick behind(then proceeded to inquire about her whereabouts when everyone was outside) the other? Well he just ran.

I say all that to say, what happened to "women and children first"? Now let me say, if some wild shit is going on, I advocate getting the fuck out. But damn....niggas is running like bitches in a Jason movie? Where they do that at? Masculinity in the black community has been attacked to THAT level. Where the men don't even want to be men anymore? Where they save they own ass and leve everyone else to die? SMH. That hurts my heart. We have been born and bred to be warriors...not worriers. Black men stand the fuck up...stop running....

I'm out

Sunday, August 21, 2011

I Can't Do Nothin Fo' Ya Maaaaaan




What it do Folk? Its ya boy Steez....its been a trying muthafuckin week. But I'm here. I'm not fitna get into all the shit I went through this week. At least not yet. But just understand that its been a bitch(treachery). Since I don't have much to touch on...lets get on with these chronicles....shall we?!?!?!

Yo. Anyone that knows me personally knows that I have a soft spot in my heart for homeless people. Being homeless has always been my biggest fear. Not sure why, as I've never been homeless, but hey we all have our own shit. But being here in Philly...man these "homeless" people are starting to piss me off. I go in WaWa(its kinda like a 711 for all yall not in Philly) to get a hoagie, or a donut, or a lottery ticket...when I come out I got a muthafucka asking me for change? Are you serious? Now, growing up homeless or disenfranchised people were relegated to the downtown area. But the places I frequent are very far from there. So why am I being bothered?

As I said before. I am extremely sympathetic to the homeless people. But at the same time, I WORK. EVERY DAY. So how is it fair that when I go to get a breakfast sandwich on my way to WORK, that you get to ask for change? Yo, I'm in Child Support court....dig? Oh....no you can't...cause you don't WORK.

Last but not least. Let me say, there are 2 groups of people no matter how much I sympathize with the homeless, I will not donate to. White people. And women. Now the White people thing should be self explanatory. I mean, if you're white, and in America there should be no reason that you are homeless. Unless you have a habit, in which case you aint getting shit from me. As for women. I'm sorry, this will sound really fucked up, but, you have the most valuable product right between your legs. If you find yourself homeless...sell some pussy. Its that simple. Shit...if your pussy is that good you wont even have to pay for a spot, some simp will move you in. Sorry. I'm not giving no bitch a dime out on the streets.

I'm out.

Friday, August 5, 2011

Mel Gibson was Right



What it look like folk? Its your friendly neighborhood square, Sir Steezly of Homewood, Dr. Steezenstein...or just Steez if you're into the whole brevity thing. How yall been since my last blog? I hope its been easy for yall...Me...Ehhh...its been aiiiight. As I said I dropped my custody issue with BT. Ironically I have seen the kids more after doing that than I did in the previous month. Go figure. Yet and still the man is fucking me straight up my ass with the child support. So I am currently taking donations, pony up some bread for your favorite blogger. Nah....I'm serious...a square is broke...Anywho, aint shit else going on that I can think of, so lets get on with these chronicles...shall we?!?!?!

Yo, this blog is gonna be fairly short. I just want to talk to yall NIGGERS!!! Notice the "er" at the end. So understand I mean that in the most vile context possible. Out in in the city of brotherly thugs...oops I mean love...young NIGGERS have lost their minds. "Flash Mobs" have been popping up all over the city. Well not all over the city...mostly in the downtown area. But during these "flash mobs" they aren't singing a cool song or doing a dance. No, these NIGGERS...no let me invoke the spirit of my racist brethren Mel Gibson...thes PACKS OF NIGGERS are jumping on unsuspecting people...beating them over the head and in some cases making off with their shit. Really? Thats the part of the movie we're in? But not only that...these PACKS OF NIGGERS don't have the heart to run up on young strapping lads(such as myself) shit, they aint even running up on other black folk. Nah, they beating up old white people. LOL. Now, if you are a stupid NIGGER from Philly, sit down and let me learn you. I'm from Pittsburgh. A surprisingly racist northern city...if you wanna know how real that shit can get from a racial standpoint, drive 5 hours west.

When its all said and done, what is gonna occur is some makeshift marshall law. How long do you really thing white people are gonna stand for young NIGGERS whooping on middle to upper clase white folk? The answer is, not long. They done strutted the latest victim out...some doughboy lookin white dude with two black eyes, a fucked up lip, and swollen jaw. NIGGERS take heed, that is the SOS signal. Next thing you know some little black kid is gonna get shot dead in the street. And his welfare collecting mama is gonna be on the tv lighting candles asking the city what happened. Uhhh...bitch...Cause you got 11 fuckin kids your son wasn't getting enough attention and ran out and flashed mobbed on the wrong person(no...seriously...one of the little NIGGERS involved was 11 years old with 10 siblings)

In closing, I don't want to see any young black people die because they are not getting enough attention elsewhere *shameless plug*(check my homie Ninos blog Worldly Weighs at www.worldlyweighs.wordpress.com he spits some real shit on there...and his most recent jawn is about this kind of shit in particular. Also, check out Rants Raves, and Sunny Days...she spits some ill shit on her most recent jawn about these punk ass flash mobs. I would tell you to follow me on Twitter...but that seems a little douchey...but if you want to I'm @drsteezenstein

Oh...before I forget Shout out to my homegirl Ashley...she is a new reader and square convert...yall treat her right...

I'm out

Monday, July 11, 2011

Falling the Fuck Back




What it look like good folk? Its your humble square Steez back and probably better than ever. Before I blast off...I want to take a moment to shout out my Cousin Marcus Burns. Today would have been his 25th birthday. I miss you every day lil cuz...see you when I get there. This blog is dedicated to you. On that note, I'm gonna get right into it...Shall we.

Take a look at the picture above. That is Alexander O'neal. Yes...Mr. If you were hear tonight....Sunshine...the suave looking dark skinned homie from the 80's. Thats what he looks like now. After decades of drug abuse he has basically ruined whatever he had left after his career went belly up. And that is the focus of this entry. Knowing when to fall the fuck back.

Friday will be my last day in family court. Child support has been established. And after 2 very bitter custody hearings, I am deciding to drop my custody suit agains BT. I will also be refusing any court ordered visitations. Bottom line if me and that cunt can't work something out that is fair for both parties AND the kids, then fuck it, nothing will be worked out. I am officially falling back. She will get her child support(which equals her monthly income), and I will be moving on with my life. I still love my kids and I will think of them every day. But this fight was destroying me. As the great chicken peddler Kenny Rogers once said..."you gotta know when to hold em and know when to fold em". I emerged from a 7 year marriage with 100 pounds that I didn't have before...and a blood pressure condition...and a nigga that is prone to have anxiety attacks. So before that OTHER attack comes...I'm bowing out gracefully. I think this is a practice that everyone should consider. When I go to court, or when I saw BT....she looked FUCKED UP. This battle is effecting her as much as it is me. But she don't have shit to lose or shit to look forward to so she has decided to "ride it til the wheels fall of" even to her own detriment. Well, I'm a little smarter than that. I'm young and pretty. I aint fitna lose that over som slovenly do nothin bitch...or even over my beautiful kids. Feel me?

I'm out

P.S. One last shout out to Marcus a.k.a. Big Boy. I love you homie...and also R.I.P to Romel Harris SR.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Tell 'Em Maury




What it look like folk? Its the main blogging square back, with a special Fathers Day edition of these here chronicles. How about I been out of work all week with some weird pink eye like infection in both eyes. Aint that about a bitch? I'm somewhat better though. I had a couple anxiety attacks earlier this week worrying about the security of my job. But all in all I feel a lot better. Now, lets get on with this blog.....shall we?!?!?!

"Happy fathers day to all the fathers who deserve it. And also to all the single mothers out there doing their thing". Now for all of you out there with a Facebook page. You have probably seen this post or posts like it every fathers day for the past few years. Allow me to be ther first to say...FUCK YOU to anyone that ever posts some shit like this. As a father not only do I find this insulting, but also irresponsible, and dangerous. Lets be very clear, I am the product of a single mother. I admire her for her strength and perseverance in providing the best life she could for my brother and I. I love her beauty, sensitivity, and yes her sterness(as I needed that a LOT...lol). But never once in my 28 years did I confuse any quality she brought to the table as a substitution for having a father in my life. A MOTHER CANNOT BE A FATHER. Period. Unless bitches are now giving out Y chromosomes its not only physically impossible, it is also just another way for black women(sorry, I don't hear too many white women accepting happy fathers day wishes) to give themselves an extra, and most times unwarranted pat on the back.

Lets examine the statement "happy fathers day to all the fathers who deserve it". What kind of bullshit is that? Who are WE to say what father deserves what? Shouldn't that be up to that mans child/children? Let me put it this way, this will be the second straight fathers day that I will not be seeing my children. No, this time it is not due to the treachery of a bitch. I'm sick and chose to not take the risk of infecting my children. But as I sit here and type this, I am in the midst of a brutally bitter custody battle. One where Bitch Treachery has painted me to not only be an unreliable, but also an uncaring father. Fine all is fair in love and war. She also paints me to be a deadbeat. Okay, cool. But just last year I recieved a card and SEVERAL gifts from her. The card read "even though we are having our differences, you are still a GREAT father to the kids". What a difference a year makes. Or, what a difference a nigga waking up and leaving a sorry, do nothin, bitch makes. Take your pick. But when its all said and done, I don't give a fuck what she, her mama, my mama, or any of you think. My kids love and appreciate me. Though they are in the middle of this bullshit and are hearing an adverse opinion about me from all the crazy people they are around every day, every time I see them they know that daddy cares for them and loves them, and will do anything for them(even be persecuted by their mother and her unscrupulous lawyer).

"To all the single mothers doing their thing". What does that even mean? Feeding, clothing, and generally caring for your kids? Thats what you're supposed to be doing. So, cause a nigga aint around its fully acceptable to throw in the towel and not do shit for your kid? So if you DO pick up the slack, you are all of a sudden doing something special? Yeah....okay. As black people we need to realize that our families have been destroyed by this very ideology. That we all have to be separate. Force the man to leave, let mommy and the kids struggle....That shit has to stop. Every black man that I personally associate with is a damn good father. I know there are millions of more like them...and like me. So take today, to give them props. Women, take pride in knowing that your man is the shit. And if he aint around...so the fuck what. You know in your heart what you're doing.

I'm out

Friday, June 10, 2011

I'm Baaaack

What it look like folk? Guess...guess...guess who's back? I know I know....listen...shit been hectic for a dude. But the Boss Square is back with these chronicles...what more could you want? I'm not fitna bore yall with whats goin on in Philly..its hot as fuck and bitches is naked....lets get on with the chronicles....Shall We?!?!

Man listen. Shit been crazy since I last checked in. Been in court with BT...got the kids on a few weekends...found out them lil...*ahem*...them kids were sent to my house to spy on me? LOL. Yo...there is so much I'm leaving out...see yall 7/16 with all the intimate details. But in short...I got a new Batcave...and am stunting on that bitch in a way she can't handle. Her lawyer is a dick....she got a jheri curl, and looks like a butch dyke(sorry to all my dyke readers...but its true). All in all I'm keeping it real square. But I wanted to add on to my last post...the Sally Hemmings shit....yo...I know a lot of yall niggas don't read(unless its 9-2-5....'preciate it) but seriously...go read about Sally Hemmings. There are too many of yall on some house nigga/let the white man save me shit. Lemme learns ya....so I go to court...get some temporary order so I can see my babies. BT don't like it...her WHITE lawyer files to have the temporary order reconsidered. LOL...well in that instance I chose to forgo my overnight visits with the kids. No sooner I do that this bitch lawyer sends shit to MY lawyer trying to negotiate a deal? You gotta be kidding me...you fuckin jiggaboo...porch sittin...house nigga. I reject whatever you gotta offer. Fuck you, the horse you rode in on, and the stall you keep it in. Dig me? Well, I don't have much else to spit about right now...but I'ma have something for yall real soon and I promise I won't leave yall this dry for this long. Just wanted to catch yall up...

I'm out.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

The Sally Hemmings Syndrome




What it look like good folk? I am your favorite square, Steez, and I am happy to welcome you to the 100th entry to these here chronicles. Some of you have been reading for years....others, for weeks. Either way, I'm glad you are reading. And I'm sure you have laughed or been pissed off at what I have said on here. Or maybe a mixture of both. Either way...I appreciate it. Now, lets get on with these here chronicles....shall we?!?!

Well well well....I guess it is fitting that this monumental entry be about a huge crossroad in my life. Thats right...yesterday Bitch Treachery locked horns for the first time in family court over the custody of our children. I won't get too into detail about it here, but I will say that the outcome yesterday wasn't what I was totally asking for...it was definitely in my favor. The fight isn't over but I am pleased. Not to leave you guys totally in the dark I can give you some highlights. Upon hearing the decision Bitch Treacherys lawyer had an outburst that I've never seen on this side of Law and Order. He not only called me a liar...but he also called the magistrate a liar as well. Everyone in the room got a trip to Bitch Treacherys fantasy land, one where she got up and cooked for the kids, and was the only one that could be relied upon for the well being of the kids. LOL. It was quite the ride.

But now for the issue at hand. Being in family court was a very disheartening experience as a black man. Let me just offer some advice to any of my male readers that may one day go through family court be it for a divorce, custody, or child support. HIRE AN ATTORNEY!!! Seriously. Dudes was in up in there with they mama, with they cousin, best homie...hell one dude looked like he was in there with his OTHER baby mama. Guess who did have lawyers though? The broads. This was a sad thing to see...black women using a white man, to tear down a black man. I wonder if they ever stop to think what their lawyer thinks of them and their inability to govern their families? Now, I know, it doesn't matter if a black man, a black woman, or a white person approves of your familial decisions or not...but considering what society at large thinks about the black family, I just cant bring myself to hire a white lawyer to represent me in this kind of matter, it just wouldn't sit right with me.

It gets deeper, so after the magistrate asked my attorney what I was asking for, and and Bitch Treacherys lawyer shot it down, Her and I were sent out of the room. While we sit here in the lobby, 2 adults, 2 parents...as we sat out there shooting each other venomous stairs...and sneaking peeks at each others attire for future reporting and possible ridicule to our friends and family...3 other people sat in a room discussing the fate of our children. Children that we made together...children that the people in the room have never met or heard speak. The kids that I swaddled in the maternity ward....or kissed their "boo boos"...taught to moonwalk....and drank imaginary tea with. All of a sudden because of the bullshit between us, our parental "rights" were taken.

The funny thing about all of this is, in most instances, young black couples can't work out issues because the woman "knows" she has the court on her side. So, worst case scenario she can run and get the white man on dude...and he will pay up. But at the end of the day...all she really is is a house nigga being used for massas amusement.

I'm out