I just returned from paradise.  Paradise aint as glamorous as it’s advertised.  And I doubt that I will return. 

I started my adventure in Miami then cruised the Caribbean.  It rained the day we landed in Grand Turk.  I understand why Lisa Raye couldn’t deal with that

 

 

When we landed in Nassau, Bahamas I was apprehended by my travel partners before I could work my solo act. We went on a guided tour of the island.  I was glad that I went along but at the end I was depressed.  The poverty was disheartening.  Nassau contains three worlds rolled into one: the rich, the business class and the natives.  The lumpen walk around like zombies transfixed.  The vendors snarl at you as they report the prices of their goods and take your money with a scowl.  Our mullato tour guide-who easily pockets 200k a year, after bribes and tributes- provided a history of the island and the suffrage of the lumpen against the evil empires that conquered and pillaged the region in the name of money, fame and bustin a nut.  It's a sad history but one that has been repeated in every “civilized” corner of the earth.  I am caused to wonder if the natives of any given locale give a fuck?  It’s difficult to draw any other conclusion, having seen raw dog poverty everywhere I’ve ventured, over the years. 

Nassau inland reminded me of Benton Harbor/St Joseph where you drive through stank ghetto, cross a bridge and enter paradise.  Only in Nassau, the

ghetto is more stank than anything I’ve ever seen in Michigan, Ohio, Indiana or New York State.  Didn’t really get a chance to visit the hood in Miami but I know it’s there, hot and stanky. 

The entire economy is tourist driven.  As a tourista, I was pretty incensed by the look of the island.  Except for the water front, the yachts and Fantasy Island, I saw far too many abandoned cars and too many run down shacks with satellite dishes attached to them.  Our tour guide claimed that all of the inhabitants on the island worked but as we rolled through the hood we saw many a fatazz piled on couches watching huge flat screens, in the middle of the day.  Throughout the tour, our guide attempted to place a positive spin on every aspect of life on the island, along with his ongoing commentary about the evil European Empire that enslaved then decimated the local population.  The impoverished environs were hard to ignore.  People drive on the wrong side of narrow streets and wreckless drivers that jut out into traffice seem to put everyone's safety at great risk. 

The greatest commodity in the Bahamas appears to be a surplus of fine ass dark chocolate big bootied women.  I saw a 

young woman walking down the street that was perfectly proportioned from head to toe.  Afrodite in charcoal!  I tried to get the tour guide to stop and offer her a ride but he refused.  I think she was a bit too choklit for his liking.  I wanted to take a few  locals home, so I could award them stipends from my Young Girls Fund (see the last page on this site) but I figured I would not be able to get them past the security on the cruise ship.  And I doubt that they would like the winters in the D.  I was informed later however, that a luxury automobile with a good heater and a real warm coat might make moving from the tropics to Detroit a workable situation.

 

While in South Beach, I seemed to be the only sane kneegrow, riding the buses or dining at the sidewalk bistros.  A Vietnam era burnout approached me at a bus stop, taught me a new hand shake and hit me up for some change, so he could continue to decimate his liver.  I obliged him just because he taught me something.  “You know why I shake like this?”  He asked as he gripped my forearm with his right hand.  “Cause brothas hold dey dick with this hand!”  As I was boarding the bus he clumsily tried to pick my back pocket.  Alas, the back of his dick infested hand only smacked into my hard ole ass.  I keep my wallet in my front pocket!  Up until that encounter, I thought my well washed dick was the cleanest part of my anatomy.  On the other hand I honestly cannot vouch for other men, so he may be onto something!  As a side note; most American men wipe their ass with the same hand they eat with so grabbin your unwashed dick is the least of your problems but that’s another blog!

 

My two week long excursion had me missing Detroit.  Compared to some of the places I’ve been recently, Detroit is a jewel on the river.   I have a sense of proportion in the D.  Income, not race, skin tone or ethnic heritage is the equalizer.  And historically, the French who landed here some 350 years ago, behaved a tad better than the British in their quest for global expansion.  And we have all that fresh water.  The water in Miami tasted like it came from a well that someone had soaked their underpants in! 

If I stayed in Miami, I would eventually get locked up for loosing control and grabbing one of the massive titties I saw stuffed into a bikini top or I'd get caught rubbing up against some of the biggest asses I’ve seen this side of a National Geographic magazine.  Many of the women in Miami are in a word: incredible.  Even the Cougars are exceptional!  Living in south Florida I would be forced to become cunnilingual, I mean bilingual.  I watched Spanish TV  whenever I was at the hotel.  I managed to pick up a little of the local lingo when I was cruisin South Beach.  And I developed a massive jones for fried plantains! 

The island women in the Caribbean of Afrikan descent make me want to come home, again and again and again and again.  In Miami, I wanted to drink Rum and eat everything that was spicy or spoke with an accent.  Hola! 

 

 

post script

The words of the Vietnam Vet reverberated in my brain this week after the president of the Detroit Board of Education resigned after being put on blast for playing with his dick during a meeting with the current DPS Superintendent who just happens to be a very attractive woman!  She reported that this was not the first time that the DPS President engaged in inappropriate behavior in her presence(???)!  The 55-year-old DPS President-who earlier this year admitted to being functionally illiterate-attributed his current predicament to a "medical condition"!  I cannot think of a medical condition that causes one to unzip one's pants and massage one's dick in the presence of a business associate.  Gross stupidity only comes to mind!

I like to play with my dick as well as the next man but I can honestly say that I've never stroked Mister Wiggles during a business meeting with a female associate.  I've had meetings with a few women whom I've hoped would later play with my dick BUT it never occurred to me to give them a demonstration while conducting business with them.  That kind of behavior is a little too twisted even for a sexually obsessed freak like me!

WOE THE NU METROPOLIS!