Dr. Cornell West matters. And yet he hardly gets airtime outside of what is conventionally labeled the “liberal media.” Listen to the man talk about Barack Obama, Saddam Hussein, poverty, race, religion, and hip-hop:

(video courtesy of Al Jazeera on YouTube)

Nothing makes sense anymore. Nothing at all.

USA TODAY says: Nobel Peace Prize winner and international symbol of freedom Nelson Mandela is flagged on U.S. terrorist watch lists and needs special permission to visit the USA. Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice calls the situation “embarrassing,” and some members of Congress vow to fix it.

“Embarassing?” Really, Condi? That’s the best you can come up with?

Blast from the past? Maybe …

“Just do your thing, man. It’s all yours,” he bellowed, dramatically gesticulating towards one empty white wall of his new condo’s dining room. It wasn’t furnished, yet. In fact, the place looked like it needed a lot of work. The wall-to-wall carpeting spanned the living and dining rooms, decorated with insolent stains and holes. The bedroom and bathroom to the side seemed limp, like paralyzed limbs dangling from their sockets.

I am still uneasy in my pretense. I am supposed to be an artist. Or some sort of person versed in visual creativity. It seems my visual creativity for most of my life may have consisted mostly of imagining the circumference of a random woman’s areola. Of course, that has its merits, too. Just not for a friend’s dining room mural.

What the hell are cheetos made of? Really. Does anyone know? It’s just these neurotic looking fragile structures covered in yellow cheese fart. Besides, no two cheetos look exactly the same! If that’s not scary enough, I don’t know what is. Did the god of cheetos create them? Little Adam and eve cheetos populating the cheeto planet.

Then to make matters worse, the ingredients box lists the following after a lengthy confessional of esoteric chemical compounds:

- artificial coloring (yellow #6)

Wtf is that? A home depot color palette? On my food?

And then cheeto god sent his baby cheeto son Jesus (was he really yellow?) to save cheetomanity …

Here I come, cheeto hell!