The Source Magazine caught up with Diddy whilst he was vacationing on his yacht in St. Barts for its February/March issue (on stands now). During the interview, the Didster was asked to comment on the job President Barack Obama is doing. Being the heavy-hitting, Meet The Press style political analyst he is, Diddy weighed in…

Source: What’s your assessment of President Obama thus far?
Diddy: “I love the president like most of us. I just want the president to do better. There’s a difference between us voting for somebody and us believing in somebody. He’s the person that we believed in so I pray night and day that he understands how God ordained his presidency. I feel there was a promise made to God to look after people that was less fortunate, and [many] of those people are African-American...”

“Do better?” Huh, son?

I’ll admit the President has his share of critics in the black community who seem to want him to be solely the President of the Black People, forgetting that he’s the President of these Whole United States of America, with an awful lot on his plate. I’d say he’s making lemonade. I mean, does any President ever get it all done for all the people? His plate is full of wartime issues, global warming, Social Security, unemployment, a massive deficit, the people snapping off mummy heads in Egypt who want their freedom, yaada yaada… and the friggin’ Tea Party. I highly doubt he needs a man known for Diddy Boppin’ critiquing what has to be the toughest job on the planet.

“Do better?” C’mon Diddy. “Do better” as in promote yet another alcohol product to the black community? A community with a high rate of depression and substance abuse issues already? Maybe Barry O will carve out some time to do that like you did.

“Do better” as in spread your seed without any intention of ever marrying the woman/women you impregnate, adding to the nearly 70% of black children being raised in single parent homes? Maybe Obama can manage to squeeze that in too… ‘tho I don’t think Michelle (you know, his wife) is having any of that.

We should all be so lucky as to be able to “do better” and buy our teenage sons a second Maybach (this time, a limo…you know, for “special” occasions). Maybe Sasha and Malia can get a few of those too…so they can “do better.”

Chile, please. Stick to your yachts and sprinkling that Dirty Money around the globe. I’m sure Cassie needs another fur.

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I have always believed that the simple act of choosing a mate, specifically the wrong mate can seriously take your life down the crapper quicker than a hot terd down the toilet. We have all arrived at our current stations in life based on the choices we’ve made. So I wonder if Kisha Jones knew that making the decision to love who she loved would take her to a place where she would become an attempted murderer/baby killer. That cotdamn ting called love is mad volatile. It’s like I always say “love is a 5 legged whore named Latasha” which really just means that love blows! I mean like super blows, I mean blows worse then blowing a super small peen on your wedding night while watching vintage porn (I kinda like the old school dirties, the women didn’t have as many bullet holes as the ones today). It is so very very very true about that thin line between love and hate.

But what happens when we (women) are no longer able to decipher between a mistake and reality. People break up everyday, you kneel, talk to White Jesus and his dad and hopefully come to the realization that you and this person you love are simply not suited for each other and you make plans to exit. But what happens when you find out your man has his side woman pregnant? And instead of leaving him you instead decide that an even better idea would be to kill the mistress and her baby??? This troubles me but unfortunately I think we all have the potential to be Kisha Jones. To forge a prescription , buy voice altering software, call our husband’s mistress and trick her into taking a drug that would cause early labor and to not even be finished there. We then go to the hospital maternity ward and try to kill the premature baby and when that doesn’t work we try to impersonate a hospital official insisting that the baby be taken off a ventilator. All this?? In the name of love???

I will never understand why we get mad at the mistress (whether she knew of your existence or not) sure it’s the ultimate in disrespect if she knew about you but really tough tittyballs! The dude is who your beef is with! and it damn sure ain’t with the innocent baby who didn’t ask to be here in this mess. It’s no wonder that after many failed attempts at relationships many women just throw in the towel saying “eff love and the sick mangy dog it rode in on!” because deep inside we know we all have the potential to be Kisha Jones, to cross lines of morality we could never imagine, to do any and everything in the name of that bald headed bitch love…….

Now in Kisha’s defense, she was pregnant with her own child  with 3 more at home (yes her hubby got her and his mistress pregnant at about the same time), so her snap could be explained away as ‘hormonal’ (that’s what her lawyer went with anyway *shrug*). In the end the mistress and her baby are fine and Kisha and her husband are still married, he’ll be caring for the kids while she serves time for her crimes. In the end what can a person do really? It’s all a risk anyway. I’m sure the wife of the husband at a party I went to over the weekend would have been floored if she knew her beloved spent a good portion of the night whispering sweet nothings in my ear, sure she would be enraged if she knew how completely unconcerned he is with his vows. If I had been wiling, it woulda been on and pop pop poppin! but I wasn’t and truthfully there is little your love for man can do to stop him when he is truly diligent about sampling outside vagicats (or even peens which these days is likely the case). It is only a matter of time until he finds himself someone who is…….

It saddens me when I hear of someone who woulda had an otherwise prosperous life have to end up spending most of it in jail because of ‘love’. Be careful with that thing called love, that ish is a bitch!

Before you put your house on the market, you should probably do a clean sweep of all dildos, vibrators, plugs, cuffs and anything else you use in the routine practices of freakdom and self pleasure.

#justsuggesting

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It’s all about the SNL Digital shorts for me. Jew I’d do Andy Samberg, hiii (said like a flirty Sim)!   Last night premiered a new dance craze, John Waters endorsed, with a Nicki Minaj cameo.

“Poppin’ out my momma like some kettle corn.” HA!

I just finished watching my boo @Bravoandy interview the rich chicks of 90210. The reunion show itself was a bit boring. There was no theatrics or couch-flipping. Aside from Taylor’s obscenely obnoxious birthday party for her daughter and Lisa’s lack of smoosh time, the Kyle-Camille beef and her divorce took up a good chunk of the show. I love Andy, but sometimes he lobs a lot of softball questions, so here are the ones I would have asked:

Taylor, is that a Beyonce-approved lace front? And, does it hurt when you smile?
Lisa, do you own stock in Cache?
Adrienne, how was it when you met the Wizard of Oz ?
Camille, do the psych meds make your mouth dry?
Kyle, can Maurcio search me….er, I mean help me in my search for a house?
Kim, drunk and punk rhyme. So which one are you?

That Is All. Bring on the New Yawkers!

AWWWW DIP!

In a moment of weakness you and your best (now formerly) platonic gal pal done mess up and bumped uglies.

You know each others dirtiest of dirt so know that none of your usual bullshiggity lines will work on her. 

Like: “I just enlisted in the Foreign Legion”, ”My dog ate my cellphone” and

“I can’t see you again, the sex was just TOO good.”
 
Can you go back to being besties? Do you just act like the sexytimes never happened and hope she complies?
 
What say you?

GROSS DUDE:Well, I have crossed that line…. many times … and u know what?  We act like it never happened…life  goes on. Never an issue. I think the fact she knows my dirt, some of my Ahole ways (not that I have many b/c I’m such a great guy), that she wouldn’t even want to admit succumbing to my drunken charm.   But seriously, I talk with these women like it never happened, they talk to me the same….and back to talking about our dirt to each other. 

CA$Ha: (The Dude Formerly Known as Dirty Money aka The Casher!): I doubt you can go back after crossing that line. I would suggest that you make the most of it while you still can. This situation happens more than enough, and just like any relationship, it can be promising or end in disaster. They (Fraud and dem) say you should marry your best friend. But the way things are today, I’m not sure if that works either. You can never act like it “just happened”, because this is your best friend. She knows you better than the rest of the scallywags you’ve been peensicle poppin from time to time. Just keep the lines of communication open, and things “should” go fine. There are no guarantees in anything, though. So, make the most of it. Enjoy yourselves. Stay honest, and you never know. What you were looking for may have been right under your nose the whole time.
P.S. Ladies, most guys assume that your male “best friend” hit it anyway or he’s trying to hit it still. Don’t judge us, that’s just how we think, so be mindful when you want to introduce your new boo to your homey. (Different post, perhaps…)

PHLIP!: I have always lived under the opinion that once that line is crossed, there is no going back. Sure, many think they’re the exception to the rule, but there is no denying that physical involvement WILL change the dynamic of a friendship. Usually this comes from one side wanting more than just that.  Unless, of course, you were both REALLY intoxicated and therefore had a reason leading to the loss of clarity for that moment. Even then, the friendship will be greatly strained.   Friendships require a lack of complication to remain effective as friendships… “Relations” happens to be one of the most damning of complications.

SUpreme:  This depends on the woman. Men can usually have sex with a woman and go back to the way it was an hour later, no biggie. I’ve had sex with a best friend before, and it was all good the next day. No issues, no uncomfortable exchanges, no avoiding each other, no catching feelings. Then another woman – I had sex with her, and we weren’t on the same page. She wanted it to develop into a relationship, and I just took at it as we swung an ep. That situation took a while to work out where we could JUST be friends again and nothing else be involved.

To me, it all depends on the individuals involved.

REV REAL:  If the sex (or first kiss) was great, yes. If it was wack, nah.

Elphie: Wait…what does the quality of the sex have to do with the maintaining of the friendship?

REV REAL:  A lot. Bad sex is hard to forget. Though for guys its typically more physiological (camel-toe smegma, nipple stubble, etc.) And for the female its more performance. But if its good, there’s no awkwardness afterwards, and the friendship can maintain.

Elphie: But you can forget good sex? And Good sex therefore will ensure  you can resume your PLATONIC friendship? 

You know what?  I quit.

Uncle Ben Geoffrey The Butler Peter Thomas doesn’t play when it comes to saying what’s on his mind. The man who awkwardly put a ring on model Cynthia Bailey’s finger is letting it be known that he’s not feeling most of her fellow Housewives. He told Uptown magazine…

“I say anything I f*cking feel, because I don’t feel I need to answer to anybody but God. People are going on Andy Cohen’s show and being all careful—I don’t give a f*ck. If they ever put me on that sh*t, I’m gonna say exactly how I feel, and that’s what people wanna hear. If he asks, “What do you think about the guys in Atlanta wearing heels?” I’m gonna say, “That sh*t is not cute.” If they say, “What do you think about the other Housewives?” I’m gonna say, “I can’t stand Phaedra’s ass. I think Kim is crazy as f*ck. Nene has a big-ass mouth, okay? And Sheree’s not cute! She thinks she’s cute, but she’s not cute.” And this is ON the record. The only one I like is Kandi, and she’s too soft. That’s why she got played with Kim. And that’s how I truly feel.”

Can you say…

Tick...tick...BOOM!

Spotted
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I generally don’t run to the movie house every time a colored film comes out (sorta like the churchy people do for Mable Simmons)

But I will be going out for sure to see this movie. Laz Alonso, Paula Patton, Loretta Devine (hopefully she has on a reasonable hair hat), Angela Bassett (who never lost her Tina Turner physique…..). While I am not on “TEAM LOVE” right now I do want to see this movie. It looks like it’ll be a good one…..

You goin?????

@MsTerryMcMillian is my auntie in my head. She just keeps it real. She recently tweeted about child stars Willow and Jaden Smith. She said what a lot of people are already thinking:

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It must be so freeing to just say what you feel, no hands! You can tell people what you think about their nasty potato salad and their children’s pictures at the next family reunion. GROWN WOMAN ISH!

 Shingai Shoniwa, singer and bassist of the  UK band Noisettes is our latest  Brew Beauty.

The Zimbabwean beauty  grew up in South London, raised by a single mother (her father died when she was 11). She once trained for the circus and performed with a burlesque troupe, Lost Vagueness.  She channelled that performance bug into singing and her calling was found.

Rolling Stone magazine said that “Shoniwa is a living, breathing manifestation of the rock & roll spirit, with a voice that is equal parts Iggy Pop and Billie Holiday.”

I have always had serious Anglophile envy. UK women are so much more creatively put together and less likely to follow watered down trends than we are in the US (basically any place that isn’t NYC). Plus they’ve got that bitchin’ accent.  I digress…

Shingai is Simply GAWJUS!
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Ok so I just don’t get it, I get up pretty early in the morning. I tool around with the dog, make my morning snack (not to be confused with breakfast) , pop lock and booty pop to some “WOW Gospel”tunes (they got some real club bangas on there), get on the scale like 5,483 times expecting to see a new # every time, but nope! Still on chubb!

I flat iron and curl whomever’s hair this is on my head ( I’d like to think it was cut straight from the head of a Peruvian Princess), I check my emails, watch the news a lil to see how my commute will be, and in general pretty much engage in lots of pre-work tomfoolery. But again, I get up early enough to do all this so no biggie for the most part.

But what’s really chewin a gapping hole in my thong is what’s been happening of late. Once I’m done with all  my morning shenanigans, I gets in my car to make my way to work. Suddenly, without very little warning, I start to feel that sensation in the gut region, you know that slight rumble that lets you know something wants out. I simply cannot believe this! When I am already past the halfway mark in my drive, BAM!  I gotta take a dump, this makes no sense! After all the nonsense I’ve spent the morning doing, the Lady of Rage wants to rock rough n tough in my guts now????? UGH!

I guess it must be my morning snack, a delicious and healthy green smoothie, but since I don’t like having to compress the booty while reciting the Lord’s prayer while in transit, I might have to have my smoothie at night.  Driving is stressful enough without having to worry about your bowels turning on you………

Flavor Flav opened his chicken spot in Iowa this week to long lines and a lot of fanfare about his “secret recipe.” I guess someone had the nerve to ask Flav’s Public Enemy bandmate (group mate, rap mate, what do you call it?…sorry, tangent) what he thinks about Flav’s new greasy venture. Whoever asked the question, got a mouthful of a response…
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