Saturday, January 3, 2009

Ann Coulter Neo N*%i poster child lacks reasonable opinions!



Most are going to hate that I said this but who the Flipping cares. I think some people with a pen should be strung up and hung. This out of place, I need something to write about, blond used up bombshell, has nothing else to talk about. I think that she sold her soul long time ago and now has to fulfill the devils demands.

So now that that is off my chest here is what The Daily News had to say about her recent jab at the new first lady,Michelle Obama:

Right-wing flame thrower Ann Coulter blasts incoming First Lady Michelle Obama as a freakish Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis imitator in a book to be published next week.

In her latest screed, titled "Guilty: Liberal 'Victims' and their Assault on America," Coulter accuses the liberal left of playing the victim when in fact, she argues, they are the victimizers.

As usual, Coulter throws plenty of bombs herself.

Lashing
out at the President-elect's wife, Coulter wrote, "Her obvious
imitation of Jackie O's style - the flipped-under hair, the sleeveless
A-line dresses, the short strands of fake pearls - would have been
laughable if done by anyone other than a media-designated saint."

Coulter said Cindy McCain, the wife of vanquished GOP nominee John McCain, "dressed well without freakishly imitating famous First Ladies in history."

Coulter facetiously and snidely refers to Michelle Obama as a "saint" and "Mother Teresa" and suggests that her public service career "advanced in lockstep with the political advancement of her husband."

In the book, Coulter repeatedly refers to the President-elect as "B. Hussein Obama" and complains that the media "literally wanted to have sex with him."


WTF! It seems the poster child for Adolf has no steam and will search for it in any hole that she can dig something out of. Whether it makes sense or not. If you black expect to be nitpicked for every detail of who you are and that is that.

However this is ok, while Mrs. Obama is receiving scrutiny for all the things she look like, the world will be watching, and guess what they will see how much she will get right and get done. My prediction to this is that she will be the first ladies first lady. There I said it!

Before you go. Take a look at this picture and tell me why is this acient prehistoric dino rocking the belly out and have the nerve to point out a woman that covers up?



Git er Done!

P.S. This chick is so far to the right that she is wrong. Why is her head so far up her own ass. and judging from the looks of it, that is not far to go, but I guess all the shit she talks is clogging her ears.

P.s.s. Yes I called her a Neo Nazi poster child!!!!













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Thursday, January 1, 2009

Will it be a new you for a new year?



It is now 2009 and you may have the curse of not keeping your new year resolutions. If this is the case realize that you are not alone. Remember that in many cases you are responsible for keep your resolution but you should not have to go at it alone. You should have people around you that reflect your aspirations and goals. People that will reinforce them by setting an example, being a person that can assist you along and friends that are not push overs which will allow you to fall back instead of move forward.

I have been...one to have many goals towards a new year. However I have had people around me that did not allow me to carry them out. Although they are not the blame for what you do with your life, they can be a catalyst to a brighter future. The lives that our friends lead tend to rub off on us causing us to evaluate who we are. This can be a negative or a positive, so we are responsible in every way in who we choose to spend time with and how much of it. Victim by osmosis and peer pressure, we all are. When it is a positive we are congratulated, and when it is a negative we are looked down upon.

You and I both know that what we are is due to a long string of influences whether we like them or not. The human animal is one for copying the one the admire. Admiration is a bridge to the next side. So keep in mind that who you allow yourself around will inevitably rub off on your characteristics and incubate itself into the life you lead.

I say all of this to say, if you wish to become a person of influence then go out there get your hands on the books and be around the people that you need to be around in order to be your repertoire.

If it is a professional then begin to find yourself in the circle of life that cultivates this. Whether it be the library or joining your local toastmaster to build your speaking abilities. This places will allow you to build relationships as well as build up your ability to make a strong argument by allow you to learn ways to structure your presentation.

It is 2009 and their is no better time to be an asset to a world that has a bleak outlook on the economy, the life of others, the state of things within our communities, and so on. This is the year that can make 2010 a year that you await with honor, and every year that follows.

So what are you waiting? Are you afraid the change will take you so far out your comfort zone you will not know what to do? If this is part of the reason, then you are on the right track. You must be out of your comfort zone in order to be of any use to yourself and those around you. Being uncomfortable means that you are now in a place to grow, learn, and become that which you must.

Are you waiting to lose weight before hitting the gym? That is a dumb idea in of itself. You must get in there and feel uncomfortable, this will allow you to work that much harder. So grab your ipods load them with your favorite jams and leave out the love song, use music that will force you to focus, a little eye of the tiger and what not.

If you have questions about this let me know.

Happy new year now change your life so that you can Bump Foward into a brighter future.






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Sunday, March 23, 2008

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Just the other day



I am sitting in my office and behold the frail thought. A co worker walks up to me and ask me the infamous question. Hey Kem, "where did you get that tie?" He went on for about 15 minutes as to how he wants to dress better but can not seem to ding anything that will fit his body type, because he has spent the last few years pigging out do to his fair of failing at his marriage. At the point when it began to get graphic, and limit the amount of our time he began to waste, I gestured to answer his question. I purchased the tie some time ago when I was in college for a student union banquet that was held, so I dont know exactly, but I hung on to it because it is one of the first ties that I owned. "It is so up to date and on par with what you are wearing," he replies. "That it is," I continued. Although what I think he was asking me at the time was how can I dress the way you do? That was the impression that I picked up from him. Too many people go shopping to look like others, I once did it myself, and every now and then I make that mistake, and hit the mall running with some idea of a character I seen on television or at the local club.


What works for one person does not always work for another. This is why I stress the importance of first finding out what you like, what colors best suite your taste, and what colors work for the mood you are attempting to set. Many make a huge mistake and try to go shopping with other in mind, and neglect themselves in the process. This is a costly mistake, in all meaning of the phrase.

Here is a scenario: You walk into a mall with a David Beckham Build, and walk out with a homer Simpson wardrobe. It does not work at all, it will be too loose, it will not show of your stature and your will not reveal yourself. In a few short words, you lack confidence. So in knowing this, you must take the much needed steps and build upon who you are first. From that point you can apply your projected self image into the realm of the living.

Saturday, December 29, 2007

I apologize

To my readers out in the blog-sphere, I apologize. Many things has taken place in my life that I have allowed to take precedence, and it has capitalized on my creativity and focus. This is something from this day forward I will not allow to happen, and I will be able to afford the time it takes to get on with my writing and informative duties.

To shed light onto what has happened over the past few months. I have come to terms as to what I want to do and how I want to do it in life. Where I want to take my writing career, and how I need to go about it. Therefore the confusion has caused a greater lack in the work that I have placed within my blog lines.

Speaking with my internal editor, I have been sloppy with the way that I have published my thoughts, ideas, and news opinions. I have not brought to you my true ideas of style; whether it be on fashion, technology, home decor, self improvement, and entertainment icons. There is a duty that I have to you the reader and that is to be open and one hundred percent honest in my approach. I can not be lacking anything and I must provide to you the information and ideas that you seek.

So I ask that you stick with Style Catalyst, as for the new year, it will be a dream realized and someplace you can come to get the ideas and information that you seek, in order to have style, and present yourself to the world in a way that you see fit.

So I say to those that have read this, take these words as a contract to take Style Catalyst to the next level and beyond.

Thank you

Kem Moseley

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

The year Music changed its tune

The Year The Industry Broke - News Story | Music, Celebrity,...
Much change has come about in the recording industry and many have come to conform to those changes. Artist are now taking full control, an unadulterated stand. The clarity in which they have is garnering them more financial power. Leaving the record companies in the balance. With the Global community getting smaller every singe second of each day. You are now capable of making large amounts of money and granting yourself and/or band world wide recognition. Using such sites as youtube, Myspace, and other Contentdelivery networks, as well as your own site to sell your music you are now open to more options. Review the video captured from MTV news, it is a brief look into what is being done in the Music industry. If you have more questions get in touch with me at Enterpolics@gmail.com. I will be more than willing to do the research for you. BumpForward

Who should you date

Here is a decent rant that I found on the onion, I needed to bring this to the attention of my readers.

Style is indeed what you need to capture the attention of the opposite sex. You have to know were you are at all times and be willing to learn more about her and show her things that she has never seen or is interested in seeing.

Now you have the opportunity to get a piece of the world I observe from the resource itself. Read the entire article and please comment on it.


please note that the following article is for entertainment purposes and takes the approach of fiction to make a point.

Point

European Men Are So Much More Romantic Than American Men

By Alyssa Lerner Junior, Boston University

I just got back from a semester abroad in Europe, and let me tell you, it truly was the most magical, amazing experience of my entire life. The French countryside was like something out of a storybook, the Roman ruins were magnificent, and the men, well, European men are by far the most romantic in the world.

You American men all think you're so suave and sophisticated. Well, think again! European men make you look like the immature, inexperienced little children you are. They really know how to make a woman feel special over there. Unlike the so-called men here in the States, European men know how to treat a woman right.

For one thing, European men aren't afraid to come up and talk to you. And they know how to start slow, with a nice cup of Italian espresso or a long walk on some historic street. They know the places you can't find in any tourist guide. They know the whole history of the cities in which they live—who the fountains are named after, who the statues are.

I remember one unforgettable night in Athens, I sat and listened to a Greek sailor for hours as he told me about the countless men who fought over Helen back in ancient times. Afterward, he told me he loved his homeland even more now that he'd seen it through my eyes. I ask you, would an American man ever say something as deep and beautiful as that?

European men know the most romantic little cafés and bistros and trattorias, candlelit places where you can be alone and drink the most fantastic wine. They tell you what's on the menu and what you should try. (If it wasn't for a certain young man in Milan, I never would have discovered fusilli a spinaci et scampi.) And the whole time, they're looking deep into your eyes, like you're the only woman on the entire planet. What woman could resist a man like that? Then, after a moonlit stroll along the waterfront and a kiss in the doorway of their artist's loft, you find yourself unable to—well, I'll leave the rest to your imagination.

I'll never forget my magical semester abroad. One thing's for sure—I'm ruined for American men forever! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Counterpoint

American Women Studying In Europe Are Unbelievably Easy

By Giovanni Di Salvi

I'm a 25-year-old carpenter living in Rome, and I don't mind telling you that I get all the action I can handle. I'm not all that handsome or well-dressed, and I'm certainly not rich. In fact, my Italian countrywomen could take me or leave me. But that's just fine, because Rome gets loads of tourist traffic, and American co-eds traveling through Europe are without a doubt the easiest lays in the world.

Being European gives me a hell of an advantage. I'm not sure why, but there's something about the accent that opens a lot of doors. All you have to do is go up to them, act a little shy and say, "Whould hyou like to go with me, Signorina, for a café?" I actually have to thicken up my accent a little, but they never, ever catch on.

After a cheap coffee, which to them always tastes better than anything they've ever had, because they're in Europe, it's time to walk them. Now, all they know about Rome is what they've read in Let's Go, so you can pretty much just make up a whole bunch of shit. It's fun to see how much they'll swallow: As long as I refer to Italy as "my homeland" and other Italians as "my people," they'll believe pretty much anything. I don't know who most of the local statues are, so I tell the muffins they're all great artists and poets and lovers. Once, just for the hell of it, I told a psychology major from the University of Maryland that a public staircase was part of the Spanish Steps, which she'd never even heard of. Another time, I told this blonde from Michigan State that the public library was the Parthenon, and she cooed like I'd just given her a diamond.

For dinner, I usually take them to some cheap little hole in the wall, someplace deserted where not even the cops eat. American girls think candlelight means "romance," not "deteriorating public utilities," so they just poke their nipples through their J. Crew sweaters and never notice that there's no electricity. Just as well, because Roman restaurants aren't exactly the cleanest. After a bunch of fast-talk about the menu, I get them the special, which is usually some anonymous pasta with spinach and day-old shrimp, and whatever cheap, generic, Pope's-blood chianti's at the bottom of the list.

By this time, they're usually standing in a slippery little puddle. Going in for the kill, I walk them past one of Rome's famous 2,000-year-old open cesspools. Then, as we open the door to my shitty efficiency, I kiss them on the eyelids so they don't see the roaches, making sure the first thing they see is the strategically positioned artist's easel I bought at some church sale. That's usually all they need to see and, like clockwork, they fall backwards on my bed with their Birkenstocks in the air.

I mean, they're hardly Italian women, but we have a saying here in Europe: Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?