The Pirate Protection Activation Plan…Or Common Sense?
Writing by Jes on Wednesday, 22 of April , 2009 at 1:14 pm
At times it amazes me what is actually news. My eyes have been glued to the newest reality show that I have recently discovered thanks to my protest of paying cable bills. Its call, news and I am a faithful watcher because what is more entertaining than Beyonce’s new weave or Ray J’s new love is the stuff people actually do in plain conscience.
Which brings me to a reality check that I wasn’t ready to realize wasn’t real. We as America are some punk tricks. At times some dumb punk tricks and I want to personally thank the three unnamed Navy Seals who simultaneously manage to put bullets through the fools that held the crew and the captain under hostage for a full week. I’m sorry we had to even get that far.
Because I wanted to know where Jason Bourne was. Or Steven Siegel, Rambo, hell even XXX, just somebody who knows how to drive a boat or hide out with the crew and unarm four bandits who held 20 crew members captive. Not saying the crew wasn’t significant or important, but more so…why wasn’t we prepared?
I mean, I ain’t one for racial profiling but a sista stays careful…it’s all in the name of the game. I mean, if I roll through a hood or hood truff or anything that looks hoodish, the doors are locked and the foot is on the pedal ready to go, through hail, sleet, or red light. I’m just saying, if someone looks at me the wrong way, I got an answer. I mean, America…throw the dukes up…we was floating through pirate waters, ain’t nobody had a radar machine on that unit or nothing?
If at FAMU we had a party on our side of town, there would be a police perimeter already set up on some, “just in case stuff”. Just in case these fools act up, we a block away. Just in case there is a fight, we a squad car down the street. We didn’t have no axe or pistol on the entire boat for some “just in case smess”? Where is the common sense? In fact, I have a few questions for the crew…after Oprah hugs them and they get their little airtime, have them come on Jes’s Couch where the gloves come off.
· How the hell did four fools in a speedboat take over an entire ship?
· How come ya’ll didn’t spread out and make them look for you?
· You couldn’t hide in a food shipment box?
· You couldn’t throw freight at the speedboat?
· Who thought it was wise to turn the heat up on the ship to HIGH? Did you realize these fools were AFRICAN? You should have turn the air to freezing and tell the crew to put on sweats. The stand off would have been over in 48 hours. Negroes don’t like the cold.
· So, ya’ll got into a fight and snagged one of they men? Why did you give him back? Again, I ask…why?
· The boat couldn’t go on autopilot back home? I mean, ya’ll don’t speak the same language, I doubt them boys have seen navigation equipment.
· Captain, you were on a rubber lifeboat? You couldn’t pick a hole in the boat and let that mugg sink and out swim them fools later?
Ain’t any of ya’ll MacGyver in this piece? MacGyver would have saved the ship with a paper clip, some toilet paper, and an alcohol swab. I’m just kinda lost on the whole situation and would love to just sit in the debriefing room and look at people and shake my head. Really, I am actually supposed to believe that had NO IDEA that this could happen to us, and in the case of an emergency, there wasn’t a plan of action.
Hell, in school I had to sit through eight fire drills a year, three tornado evacuations, and a school safety routine. Now, nothing ever really happened but in case it did…the school kids were ready. Where is the Pirate Protection Activation Plan? But we are the country that goes terrorist orange every other Thursday? Not making sense. Somebody needs to get fired. Somebody. And somebody needs to start offering Common Sense/Logic Courses at the boat yard. I ain’t trying to start nothing but the man that needs to hired in that course needs to be well versed in ghetto negroe tendencies. Just saying…
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