…. Here’s the problem with most Men! (yeah, another Chris Brown post)

(Found this on one of my fave BLOGS and just had to share, http://ohellnawlblog.com/newohnblog/2009/02/10/heres-the-problem-with-most-men-yeah-another-chris-brown-post/)


The problem with most men is that they are still b!tchazz boys. Physical adult males for the most part refuse to grow up and become the men that nature and God intended them to be. Most males are afraid of manhood. Afraid of responsibility. Afraid of facing the problems of reality and tackling those problems with the coolness and intelligence of a well reared woman. That’s fvcking right.

This fvcking post is about b!tchazz motherfvckers that like to lay their fvcking hands on women. Now before Folk gets too far on this topic, WOMEN! Any man put his d@mned hands on you DO NOT DESERVE THE PU$$Y YOU SIT ON OR THE TOKEN OF YOUR TIME EVER! Neither does that man gets a second chance to put his hands on you. LEAVE! PERIOD. End of discussion.
Now to you punkazz motherfvckers who like to hit women. You deserve to have your nuts shaved with a cheese grater. No excuse, no pause. Salt application afterwards.

Now, to this motherfvcking child known as Chris Brown. And Chris, if you hit that young woman then you showed the world that you are indeed still a b!tchazz whiney azz hairless balls b!tch! Word on the street is that the fight escalated as a result of Chris allegedly confronting Rhianna over giving him an alleged STD… [pause] See boys are taught to deal with life physically. To confront their problems with force. With attitude. With POWER! Wrong…

Now a female co-worker of Folk’s brought up the possibility that Rhianna possibly didn’t know she had a (alleged) STD. Wrong… Artist are commodities of wealthy people. Modern day minstrel actors, whose primary goal is to make more money for their masters while they earn meager bread crumbs in comparison to what they make for their pimps. And these top dollar pimps gonna make sure their hos are in top condition. Hell, Folk wouldn’t be surprised if doctors and nurses didn’t sleep with these fvckers.

…but Folk digress. …”But Folk, this lady drop a disease on your boy. Sheer reason to check a b!tch right there.” Folk heard this argument too today… Uhhhhhhh…. NO! Again, the problem with boyz. “Okay Folk, How would you handle this?” Folk would handle a situation like this like a well reared woman. Tactfully, precisely, and decisively.

Doctor tells Folk he has STD. Folk questions if it’s curable. Folk spends excessive amounts of loot to find out if sidekick was aware she had disease without letting sidekick know. Finds out sidekick didn’t know. Everything okay. Moves on together, discussing how to deal with the issue together.
Finds out sidekick knew some time ago, before she started kicking it with Folk?…

“Hey baby. How you doing today? Fine? Good? How was your day at work? That’s great baby. Folk cooked for you. Got dinner all ready for you and thangs. Sit right on down here. Yeah. Got these candles and thangs lit for ya.”[says prayer and begins eating]
“You like? Folk glad you like.” [Chats the rest of dinner away and gives kiss on forehead] “Got some desert for ya! It’s your favorite.” [brings ol'girl's favorite desert to table and queues song by Orange Juice Jones, "Walking in the Rain"]

“Dig in… Oh Folk forgot to tell you Folk had a meeting last week. Yeah, Folk went to get checked up and thangs. Folk had a little itch. Doc, said Folk had contracted a STD. You believe that baby? Folk told that doc surely he was bugging because Folk don’t sleep around. Folk been here with you baby and you alone and Folk knows Folk’s baby ain’t been sleeping around or got no STD, right baby!?! [cuts off any attempt to speak] “You enjoy your dinner? Come on, Let’s not be late to Clive Davis little pre Grammy party.”

Dances the night away at Clive’s party as if nothing happens. Goes to Grammys and do my thang with girl in tow. After Grammys take ol’girl out on the carpet, holding hands, and have a brief interview with selected news crew with video cameras running.

“Yeah, we still kicking it and Folk loved ol’girl until Folk found out she gave Folk a STD.” “Here’s the Paper work.” [starts crying and sobbing] “Folk can’t believe she did this to Folk. Folk loved here like no one else, Folk can’t take this no more.”

[hands copies of the doctor results (for both parties of course), and runs to Folk's car quickly and alone. having told body guard via text while back stage to keep ol'girl away from me and the car. Leaving ol'girl right there to deal with the mess she began.]

No fighting. No charges. No jail. No punkazzness. Just pure finesse. Grabs some sympathy points in the process. Teaches all other future women ‘not to fvck with Folk’ in one nice swoop. Sure there would be some haters. But let the haters hate while the money pile up. Can’t make no money in the pen. Folk out for advertisement dollars. Sign Folk up for Monostat.

Men, be men. Treat your women right and you’ll never have to worry about this sh!t unless she’s just a pure evil vaginal mucus spawn from the alley way of hades. Then you’re just fvcked. No matter what, don’t hit women…. Well unless she’s beating yo’ azz like a man. Then…. Nahhhhh… Just kidding. Speak on it!