I awakened this morning to the news that longtime NBC news correspondent, Matt Lauer, was fired due to inappropriate sexual behavior. As we all know, this could be any range of things, but evidently, these allegations are pretty credible and serious. In fact, so serious that Vulture and The New York Times, have had separate ongoing investigations with multiple victims cited, for over two months per their Twitter accounts, so it sounds like NBC just took a preemptive, strike.
Before you cue the violins, the shock and awe, and the crocodile tears over his firing, Matt Lauer is a privileged white male, living in Trump's Amerikkka, who makes over $28 million a year, and has a contract that he has to be paid for through 2018. Like any alley cat, he will land on his feet.
I see this as a case, where douchebaggery and white privilege had a meeting with Karma, and Karma won. Before you lament about how being a douchebag, and having white privilege, do not equal sexual assault, let me remind you that sexual assault is never about sex. It is about the power and the control, that predators have over their victims. Show me a man who is an asshole, and basic despicable person in general, and you will find he is also a man who has a history of sexual violence, assault, abuse, and/or rape in his past or present.
Matt Lauer has a history of being a douchebag and asshole. Here are just a few examples. In 2012, right after the death of Trayvon Martin, Trayvon's parents were interviewed by Lauer. I expected, as man with children of his own, a compassionate, empathetic interview. Instead, he was detached, and all but blamed them for their son's death. That was strike number one for me.
In 2013, when his fellow co-anchor, Ann Curry, was let go from The Today Show, Lauer sat with an undeniable smirk on his face, as she cried her eyes out, about leaving, not of her on volition, and it has since been proven that he had a direct hand in her firing.
When Ryan Lochte, was cited in Rio for public intoxication and urination, referred to a 34 year old man as a "kid" and engaged in a terse exchange with Al Roker, that Lochte shouldn't be held accountable for his piss poor behavior.
During the 2016 campaign and debates, Lauer handed then presidential candidate, Donald Trump "softball" questions, and consistently hammered Hillary Clinton about her emails.
When his fellow African American co-workers, Tamron Hall and Al Roker's roles were reduced on The Today Show, he sat idle, and didn't go to bat for them, which seems to be a general them with him with his minority and women co-workers.
Matt has a history, and this didn't happen in a vacuum, I am just waiting for the real beans to spill, because I know the "real" story will be told soon, and probably not by NBC, considering two other news outlets have their own investigations going.
So before you lose your shit, over a 59 year old white male in Trump's Amerikkka, making $28 million a year, when the average newly graduated print journalist barely makes 30K a year, don't forget that there are other women going through the same things as Lauer's victims, Libya is selling actual humans for as little as $400, and over half of Puerto Rico citizens, a US territory, are still without electricity, food, and water.
Until next time.....
Wednesday, November 29, 2017
Saturday, November 4, 2017
Sometimes You Have to Reap What You Sow
Tyrese Gibson has been in the news quite a bit lately from his "rift" with The Rock about not being chosen for a Fast and Furious spinoff to his court legal battles with his ex-wife over child support and alleged claims that he abused his daughter. It seems that it all came to a head this week for him, when he recorded a tearful plea to be allowed to see his daughter, although most of the video was crying over the 13K a month in child support while claiming to be broke.
Wendy Williams also had a moment this week, where she fainted during a live taping. I have heard everything from stroke, drug use, her husband's cheating, to menopause, as some of the causes for her on air fainting spell.
I have one word for both of these drama queens: Karma.
Tyrese or Cryrese as the internet is calling him, has made a full ministry of shaming and talking shit about black women. From the weaves that they wear in their hair, to their sexuality and the way that they express it to how to be more ladylike, and how to get chosen by bum ass men like himself, but he has been relentless. In fact, he upped the criticism when he got married a few months back to the new Mrs. Gibson, who is not black. My suspicion is, Tyrese has some unresolved mommy issues, since his birth mother has a long standing substance problem. Black women are his targets, because he has a fractured relationship with mommy dearest...Get some therapy bro, and repair your fractured relationship!
Wendy Williams is a mean spirited troll, who has build a brand on messiness! She has outed gay people, gossiped about countless celebrity relationships, has had people on the brink of suicide and insanity with her nastiness!
Let me go on record and saying, that kicking both when they are down, ie, jokes and memes are not nice; however, you get back in this life, what you put out. If you put out nastiness and hurt, nastiness and hurt will come back to you.
And for all you holier than thou folks who make it your life's mission to police others, some people have been the target of Tyrese's and Wendy's nastiness, so stop telling people to have pity or to be as sympathetic to two individuals who would probably not spit on you if you were on fire, or who don't know or care about you.
I am not poking fun at either one, but I am not shedding any tears or losing any sleep over their misfortunes.
Sometimes you just have to reap what you sow! Let the church say Amen!
Until next time....
Wendy Williams also had a moment this week, where she fainted during a live taping. I have heard everything from stroke, drug use, her husband's cheating, to menopause, as some of the causes for her on air fainting spell.
I have one word for both of these drama queens: Karma.
Tyrese or Cryrese as the internet is calling him, has made a full ministry of shaming and talking shit about black women. From the weaves that they wear in their hair, to their sexuality and the way that they express it to how to be more ladylike, and how to get chosen by bum ass men like himself, but he has been relentless. In fact, he upped the criticism when he got married a few months back to the new Mrs. Gibson, who is not black. My suspicion is, Tyrese has some unresolved mommy issues, since his birth mother has a long standing substance problem. Black women are his targets, because he has a fractured relationship with mommy dearest...Get some therapy bro, and repair your fractured relationship!
Wendy Williams is a mean spirited troll, who has build a brand on messiness! She has outed gay people, gossiped about countless celebrity relationships, has had people on the brink of suicide and insanity with her nastiness!
Let me go on record and saying, that kicking both when they are down, ie, jokes and memes are not nice; however, you get back in this life, what you put out. If you put out nastiness and hurt, nastiness and hurt will come back to you.
And for all you holier than thou folks who make it your life's mission to police others, some people have been the target of Tyrese's and Wendy's nastiness, so stop telling people to have pity or to be as sympathetic to two individuals who would probably not spit on you if you were on fire, or who don't know or care about you.
I am not poking fun at either one, but I am not shedding any tears or losing any sleep over their misfortunes.
Sometimes you just have to reap what you sow! Let the church say Amen!
Until next time....
Tuesday, September 26, 2017
My Birth Story
Okay, it's my birthday, so I am going to tell all of you a story.
It's my birth story, and the first two years after. It's a story about
miracles, and living despite all of the odds stacked against you, about
faith, and the power of prayer. It's super long, but today is my day, so
I am reclaiming my time; you can reclaim yours tomorrow (smile).
As most of you are aware, my mother was 17 when I was born, and a high school senior. To be more specific, she was only three weeks into her senior year because in Faison (Mayberry), because we were such a large agricultural area, school always started the Tuesday after Labor Day.
So after nine months of morning sickness, the doctor gave my mother some pills (apparently that is how things were done in the 1970's), to put her into labor. Did I mention the doctor in question (I am not mentioning his name, because woosah) was a general medicine practicing doctor not an OB-GYN? He just added delivering babies as a specialty. This story gets better.
My mother was instructed to take the medicine early that morning and meet him in his office, not the hospital, at 8am. She was there on time, but he didn't meet her there until 11am. I was born at 11:45am! 5 pounds 11ounces 19 inches long.
So 250 stitches later for her, and jaundice for me, we were sent home later that evening!
For the first few months I thrived, as much as a baby with a teen mother, born at a doctor's office, severally jaundiced can! My mother returned to high school in December a few weeks before Christmas break, and I was cared for by my maternal grandmother (Ms. Queen), who is about six weeks shy of turning 61, as she was nearly 44 when she had my mother and twin brother. I was almost 3 months old, and weighed nine pounds.
One morning in January, a few weeks after Christmas, my grandmother gave me a bath, put me down, and I become immobile. No baby cooing, no muscle movement, still as a statue. She immediately took me to the doctor, and the doctor hypothesized that possibly I might have had a few strokes prior to birth, and those were just some after effects.
I was referred to Duke and Chapel Hill hospitals. Now this is pre-I-40, so a trip to either one of those towns from Mayberry, was an entire day trip. Did I mention neither my grandmother or mother had a driver's license, my mother has already missed three months out of school, is a senior, and we didn't have good health insurance?
Doctors ran test after test. All kinds of specialists were brought in. They repeated the pre-birth stroke theory. Told my mother that I had a 10-20% chance of survival. If by some miracle I did survive, I would be "retarded" (People were a little less politically correct in the 1970's apparently), and I would never walk. At this point, I lost my ability to suck a bottle and had to be tube fed through my nose. My mother was 17; my grandmother tube fed me, until my nose became so sore and bruised that she couldn't take it anymore, so she enlisted the help of my Cousin Margie Darden. She left her bed many nights in the early morning hours to tube feed me (she worked full time, and had four girls of her own at home).
So from January 1977 until September of 1978, I spent more time in hospitals than I did at home, being tube fed, and weighing nine pounds. My mom was distraught. Seventeen, having a baby that you didn't plan for, and to be told that the child was going to die or be "delayed" was a bit much, but I had a praying grandmother, who was strong in faith, who believed her God could do anything. So she assembled a group of women who she called her prayer warriors (Evangelist Maxine Teachey, Evangelist Emma Gray Oates, Evangelist Maybelle Marable, and Evangelist Oliver). I am sure there were many others, but those are the ones who come to mind at this point.
One day along this journey, my grandmother went to the hospital, walked into my room, as I laid there hooked up to various tubes (I was completely naked except a diaper). My grandmother noticed that I was so cold, that I had turned blue. So my grandmother asked the nearest nurse who she could find, "Why does he not have on any clothes, or isn't being warmed properly?" The nurse replied, "He's not going to make it, and doctors told us just to keep him comfortable." So my grandmother (who was a much better Christian than I am...hallelujah somebody), asked the nurse, "If I promise to wash his clothes, will just please put him on at least a sleeper?" So the nurse went against her superiors and did what she asked.
One day, my grandmother was at home (She and my mother took turns staying with me at the hospital) in the bathtub, and she said a voice spoke to her, and said, "This is Corey's breakthrough."
At the time, she was alone, so it couldn't have been a human voice. So now this is where faith has to kick in! So she calls later that morning, to get an update on my status and is informed that there isn't any change. She calls the next morning, and is informed that there is still no change. But faith! She calls the third morning, the nurse on duty said and I quote, "Ms. King, he is emptying bottles faster than we can give them to him." (At this point, I had been tube fed for somewhere around eight months). From this point on, I continued to thrive, and I took my first steps one week before my second birthday! This, the baby who had a 10-20% survival rate. This baby, who doctors said that if by some miracle I survived, I would be retarded and confined to a wheelchair.
By the way, I am 41 today. I was in the academically gifted program beginning in 4th grade, took Honors classes in high school, attended college on an academic scholarship, have two degrees, and next year, I celebrate 20 years in teaching.
Why? Because I had a praying grandmother who knew a man, who can do anything!
At this time, I would like to thank each of you for reading my story, your birthday wishes, and the outpouring of love on my special day! And remember that with the right people in your corner, faith, and a praying grandmother, you too can do anything!
As most of you are aware, my mother was 17 when I was born, and a high school senior. To be more specific, she was only three weeks into her senior year because in Faison (Mayberry), because we were such a large agricultural area, school always started the Tuesday after Labor Day.
So after nine months of morning sickness, the doctor gave my mother some pills (apparently that is how things were done in the 1970's), to put her into labor. Did I mention the doctor in question (I am not mentioning his name, because woosah) was a general medicine practicing doctor not an OB-GYN? He just added delivering babies as a specialty. This story gets better.
My mother was instructed to take the medicine early that morning and meet him in his office, not the hospital, at 8am. She was there on time, but he didn't meet her there until 11am. I was born at 11:45am! 5 pounds 11ounces 19 inches long.
So 250 stitches later for her, and jaundice for me, we were sent home later that evening!
For the first few months I thrived, as much as a baby with a teen mother, born at a doctor's office, severally jaundiced can! My mother returned to high school in December a few weeks before Christmas break, and I was cared for by my maternal grandmother (Ms. Queen), who is about six weeks shy of turning 61, as she was nearly 44 when she had my mother and twin brother. I was almost 3 months old, and weighed nine pounds.
One morning in January, a few weeks after Christmas, my grandmother gave me a bath, put me down, and I become immobile. No baby cooing, no muscle movement, still as a statue. She immediately took me to the doctor, and the doctor hypothesized that possibly I might have had a few strokes prior to birth, and those were just some after effects.
I was referred to Duke and Chapel Hill hospitals. Now this is pre-I-40, so a trip to either one of those towns from Mayberry, was an entire day trip. Did I mention neither my grandmother or mother had a driver's license, my mother has already missed three months out of school, is a senior, and we didn't have good health insurance?
Doctors ran test after test. All kinds of specialists were brought in. They repeated the pre-birth stroke theory. Told my mother that I had a 10-20% chance of survival. If by some miracle I did survive, I would be "retarded" (People were a little less politically correct in the 1970's apparently), and I would never walk. At this point, I lost my ability to suck a bottle and had to be tube fed through my nose. My mother was 17; my grandmother tube fed me, until my nose became so sore and bruised that she couldn't take it anymore, so she enlisted the help of my Cousin Margie Darden. She left her bed many nights in the early morning hours to tube feed me (she worked full time, and had four girls of her own at home).
So from January 1977 until September of 1978, I spent more time in hospitals than I did at home, being tube fed, and weighing nine pounds. My mom was distraught. Seventeen, having a baby that you didn't plan for, and to be told that the child was going to die or be "delayed" was a bit much, but I had a praying grandmother, who was strong in faith, who believed her God could do anything. So she assembled a group of women who she called her prayer warriors (Evangelist Maxine Teachey, Evangelist Emma Gray Oates, Evangelist Maybelle Marable, and Evangelist Oliver). I am sure there were many others, but those are the ones who come to mind at this point.
One day along this journey, my grandmother went to the hospital, walked into my room, as I laid there hooked up to various tubes (I was completely naked except a diaper). My grandmother noticed that I was so cold, that I had turned blue. So my grandmother asked the nearest nurse who she could find, "Why does he not have on any clothes, or isn't being warmed properly?" The nurse replied, "He's not going to make it, and doctors told us just to keep him comfortable." So my grandmother (who was a much better Christian than I am...hallelujah somebody), asked the nurse, "If I promise to wash his clothes, will just please put him on at least a sleeper?" So the nurse went against her superiors and did what she asked.
One day, my grandmother was at home (She and my mother took turns staying with me at the hospital) in the bathtub, and she said a voice spoke to her, and said, "This is Corey's breakthrough."
At the time, she was alone, so it couldn't have been a human voice. So now this is where faith has to kick in! So she calls later that morning, to get an update on my status and is informed that there isn't any change. She calls the next morning, and is informed that there is still no change. But faith! She calls the third morning, the nurse on duty said and I quote, "Ms. King, he is emptying bottles faster than we can give them to him." (At this point, I had been tube fed for somewhere around eight months). From this point on, I continued to thrive, and I took my first steps one week before my second birthday! This, the baby who had a 10-20% survival rate. This baby, who doctors said that if by some miracle I survived, I would be retarded and confined to a wheelchair.
By the way, I am 41 today. I was in the academically gifted program beginning in 4th grade, took Honors classes in high school, attended college on an academic scholarship, have two degrees, and next year, I celebrate 20 years in teaching.
Why? Because I had a praying grandmother who knew a man, who can do anything!
At this time, I would like to thank each of you for reading my story, your birthday wishes, and the outpouring of love on my special day! And remember that with the right people in your corner, faith, and a praying grandmother, you too can do anything!
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
Kevin Hart and Fake Apologies
I can’t stand fake apologies. If you have done me
wrong, I would rather that you remain silent than to insult my intelligence and
the sanctity of our relationship, and issue an apology that you don’t mean.
When you apologize to protect your brand, to toss and
floss for social media followers, or because you got caught, those apologies
are fake and insincere, proving that you are not genuine, and if the circumstances
were the same, you would do the same, just be more careful next time.
This is how I feel about Kevin Hart’s apology to his
wife and kids via Instagram because his sidepiece threatened to extort him and
reveal his abhorrent behavior with her.
As more news comes to light, not only did Kevin cheat
on his pregnant wife, his choice was not one, but two strippers, and they only
reason why he “fessed up” (confessed for the Ebonics challenged) was because
the young ladies threatened him with exposure if he didn’t pay them.
So, let me sum it up for you: Kevin cheated, and only
came clean because his sidepiece threatened to expose him. He was too cheap to
pay the money that she asked for, so he thought he would get ahead of the story
by confessing, and even donated to Hurricane Harvey relief to throw everyone
off his story (rolls eyes).
There are those of you who say this is not our
business, it’s between Kevin and his wife. I call bullshit. Kevin involved all
of us when he posted his personal business via social media. Kevin involved us
in his business when he paraded his former “sidepiece” around as his “rib”,
which is a biblical principle (read Genesis if you are Bible challenged). Kevin
involved us in his business when he made his whole stand up routine, Laugh at My Pain with soliloquies about
how he cheated on his first wife, Torrei Hart. He even created a show, Househusbands of Hollywood, where he
creates parodies of his ex-wife as being money hungry, loud, obnoxious, and
hell bent on making his life miserable, while he tries to move on. However, in
this parody, he conveniently leaves out the part where he cheated, but I
digress.
Ultimately, what I am saying is that Kevin’s latest
shenanigans are not a simple temporary lapse of judgment or bad decision
making. It is just simply part of his character. He cheated on his first wife,
with the current one, and now he is cheating on her with others. The only thing
is that this time he is rich, this wife is younger, and it happened in less
time. He made money and got rich off celebrating his cheating, so why should we
feel sympathy or run to his rescue now?
But we as the black community love putting on our
capes to play Captain Save a Negro, and usually, it involves someone who would
not spit on us if we were on fire. Remember OJ? The black community rallied
around him in 1994/1995, even though he hadn’t stepped foot in the community
since his divorce from first wife, Marguerite! People Magazine did an interview
with this same Kevin Hart in 2016. They tried to get him to speak on the
disparities in roles for African American actors/actresses, and how unfair the
award system was, and you know what his response was, “Stop complaining and do
the work.” So, I ask you, why cape for Kevin now? He had the opportunity to use
his platform and brand for the good of his people, and he took the coon’s way
out, so I say fuck him! He made his bed, let him lie in it, and let him accept
whatever repercussions come his way.
I will save my sympathy for his children, both the
living and unborn, because clearly, they have a fool for a father. I will save
my sympathy for those in the black community like Colin Kaepernick who risked
his career to stand up for the oppressed, and all those African American
celebrities who despite the harm or threat of harm to their brands and/or
careers, speak up for us anyway.
Until next time….
Thursday, August 17, 2017
Religion, Love, and Denial Will Not Fight White Supremacy, So Do Something Or Move The Fuck On
I see a disturbing trend in the wake of the violent white supremacist mayhem that occurred in Charlottesville, Virginia, and they are three group groups, which I want to shut up, and move the fuck out of the way, so real work can be done.
The first group are the religious zealots (Notice I said nothing about God fearing people, strong in faith and action). No, I am talking about the ones of you who every time I crisis like this occurs, you go into slave mode with the singing of spirituals, quoting of scripture, and talking about heaven. You can't tell me that Dr. King didn't pray or love Jesus, or the current Rev. Dr. William Barber doesn't love Jesus and pray, but where would we be as a people, if they just prayed all of the time, and didn't place any action behind it? Then there are the white religious zealots like that Jerry Falwell Jr and Pat Roberts, who no matter what vile, disgusting thing Trump does or says, they support it, and use God as a crutch to justify it. If you can't do the work, I need you to sit down and shut up about your faith. If your Jesus and faith don't compel you to action and to fight for the rights of all people, then you and I don't know the same God!
The next group that works my last damn nerve are the "love conquers hate" "we need more love" "God is love" with the ridiculous emojis, and the selective human interest stories of "kindness". Black folks have experienced slavery, lynchings, Jim Crow, and now cops killing us, so as the great Tina Turner once said, "What does love got to do with it?" How did love solve any of those issues? It doesn't! It is not hate to tell the truth about race. It is not hate to tell racists that you are not taking their shit, and you will beat their asses. It is not hate, rather than "turning your cheek" to give them the cheeks of your asses to kiss. Black folks have tried peaceful....and guess what happens? We got water hoses, billy clubs, attack dogs, and arrests. White supremacists show up with tiki swords, guns, and knives, and what do they get? The police leaving them alone, declaring the area unsafe and retreating, and no arrests; all to protest the removal of Civil War monuments, but eight people just got arrested in Durham for destroying the same monuments. Now how do love and peace solve any of these problems?
The final group that gets on my last ass nerve are those of you in denial. I have people on my social media who are 30 plus years old, clutching pearls, and outright lying about race relations in this country. These individuals are making it seem that this is the first time they have witnessed or experienced racial tension and division in this country. What country did you temporarily visit? Because this Amerikkka that I have been a citizen of for almost 41 years, has always had problems with race. I got people from my hometown lying saying all of the races got along. Just because you were able to slide your brown penis up in Becky's snatch a time or two, does not mean the different races got along. Just because you socialized with people of other ethnic groups at "school" or played on the same sports teams , does not mean that the races got along. Ask yourselves these pertinent questions: How many of you had a boyfriend/girlfriend of a lighter hue, in which you carried on a full relationship with, without any issues from either family?; ask yourself how many times you attended church with people of other ethnic groups?, or how many times you were invited over their homes to spend the nights or for different functions, with the whole extended families there, because that is what friends do. Meeting at a public place like a park or school, does not equate friendship. My friends invite me to their baby showers, their weddings, their grandchildren's events, private, intimate spaces, which illustrate they actually love and value me...but I have real friends, not associates. Children nine and younger were born during the Obama era, so I expect the naivete, as it relates to race relations, but you grown rusty mofos, need to tell the truth and shame the devil, because right now you are being intellectually obtuse, and downright untruthful with this pearl clutching, and rewriting of history.
The only way we are ever to solve our problems with race, is to be honest. If you don't want anymore Charlottesville, and whatever transpires from that, then you need to be more proactive. Get off your knees in prayer, and get on your feet in action. Prayer is good, but some work needs to come along with it also. For all of you "love" people, love until your cup runneth over, but also let racists know that you are not tolerating their bullshit. For the ones in denial, you need some truth serum, because until you tell the truth, you are doing more harm than good.
Until next time....
The first group are the religious zealots (Notice I said nothing about God fearing people, strong in faith and action). No, I am talking about the ones of you who every time I crisis like this occurs, you go into slave mode with the singing of spirituals, quoting of scripture, and talking about heaven. You can't tell me that Dr. King didn't pray or love Jesus, or the current Rev. Dr. William Barber doesn't love Jesus and pray, but where would we be as a people, if they just prayed all of the time, and didn't place any action behind it? Then there are the white religious zealots like that Jerry Falwell Jr and Pat Roberts, who no matter what vile, disgusting thing Trump does or says, they support it, and use God as a crutch to justify it. If you can't do the work, I need you to sit down and shut up about your faith. If your Jesus and faith don't compel you to action and to fight for the rights of all people, then you and I don't know the same God!
The next group that works my last damn nerve are the "love conquers hate" "we need more love" "God is love" with the ridiculous emojis, and the selective human interest stories of "kindness". Black folks have experienced slavery, lynchings, Jim Crow, and now cops killing us, so as the great Tina Turner once said, "What does love got to do with it?" How did love solve any of those issues? It doesn't! It is not hate to tell the truth about race. It is not hate to tell racists that you are not taking their shit, and you will beat their asses. It is not hate, rather than "turning your cheek" to give them the cheeks of your asses to kiss. Black folks have tried peaceful....and guess what happens? We got water hoses, billy clubs, attack dogs, and arrests. White supremacists show up with tiki swords, guns, and knives, and what do they get? The police leaving them alone, declaring the area unsafe and retreating, and no arrests; all to protest the removal of Civil War monuments, but eight people just got arrested in Durham for destroying the same monuments. Now how do love and peace solve any of these problems?
The final group that gets on my last ass nerve are those of you in denial. I have people on my social media who are 30 plus years old, clutching pearls, and outright lying about race relations in this country. These individuals are making it seem that this is the first time they have witnessed or experienced racial tension and division in this country. What country did you temporarily visit? Because this Amerikkka that I have been a citizen of for almost 41 years, has always had problems with race. I got people from my hometown lying saying all of the races got along. Just because you were able to slide your brown penis up in Becky's snatch a time or two, does not mean the different races got along. Just because you socialized with people of other ethnic groups at "school" or played on the same sports teams , does not mean that the races got along. Ask yourselves these pertinent questions: How many of you had a boyfriend/girlfriend of a lighter hue, in which you carried on a full relationship with, without any issues from either family?; ask yourself how many times you attended church with people of other ethnic groups?, or how many times you were invited over their homes to spend the nights or for different functions, with the whole extended families there, because that is what friends do. Meeting at a public place like a park or school, does not equate friendship. My friends invite me to their baby showers, their weddings, their grandchildren's events, private, intimate spaces, which illustrate they actually love and value me...but I have real friends, not associates. Children nine and younger were born during the Obama era, so I expect the naivete, as it relates to race relations, but you grown rusty mofos, need to tell the truth and shame the devil, because right now you are being intellectually obtuse, and downright untruthful with this pearl clutching, and rewriting of history.
The only way we are ever to solve our problems with race, is to be honest. If you don't want anymore Charlottesville, and whatever transpires from that, then you need to be more proactive. Get off your knees in prayer, and get on your feet in action. Prayer is good, but some work needs to come along with it also. For all of you "love" people, love until your cup runneth over, but also let racists know that you are not tolerating their bullshit. For the ones in denial, you need some truth serum, because until you tell the truth, you are doing more harm than good.
Until next time....
Tuesday, July 25, 2017
John McCain: Empathy, Not Sainthood
Both Republicans and Democrats alike, were speechless after learning that Sen. John McCain had brain cancer, the same brain cancer that took the lives of former Sen. Edward Kennedy, and Beau Biden. This type is inoperable and incurable.
There was a Facebook video going around, which shows a town hall during the 2008 campaign, where a racist white woman says she didn't trust Obama because he was a Muslim. McCain defends Obama and says he isn't, and white liberals retweeted that video on my Twitter timeline no less than a thousand times. Mention John McCain's name and all you hear about is his decorated war history and his five year stint as a POW. His courage and valor.
I am saying miss me with all of that bullshit!
This is the man who unleashed Sarah Palin on us. Out of all of the smart, capable women in this country who he could have chosen as his running mate, he chose the dumbest one that he could find, and like a bad infection, she and her brand of stupid will not go away. I blame him for giving that idiot a platform in the first place.
Remember John McCain has been an elected official since 1982, and 99.9% percent of the time, he has voted for programs, which royally screwed over black and brown people, stripped women of their rights to agency over their own bodies, and cut spending to programs that largely service the poor.
He also voted against the MLK holiday bill. Who doesn't think Dr. King deserves a holiday, other than a two bit racist?
Even as we speak, our elected officials are voting on a bill to repeal Obamacare, a move, which could strip over 22 million people of their healthcare. Mind you Sen. McCain just got out of the hospital, out of intensive care, not even physically capable of doing a full day's work, just to vote and strip millions of their healthcare, while receiving a six figure salary, and top of the line healthcare, at your taxpayer expense.
So you can have empathy for John McCain and his cancer battle, but your can also take his racist ass to task for voting for and supporting programs, which screw you as a black or brown person, women, and other marginalized groups over, in his quest to remain loyal to a party, which believes that political party affiliation is more important than the basic needs and rights of the country's citizens.
I choose instead to save my empathy for my neighbors, friends, and family, who are battling cancer without the six figure taxpayer salaries and government and taxpayer funded healthcare.
Until next time....
There was a Facebook video going around, which shows a town hall during the 2008 campaign, where a racist white woman says she didn't trust Obama because he was a Muslim. McCain defends Obama and says he isn't, and white liberals retweeted that video on my Twitter timeline no less than a thousand times. Mention John McCain's name and all you hear about is his decorated war history and his five year stint as a POW. His courage and valor.
I am saying miss me with all of that bullshit!
This is the man who unleashed Sarah Palin on us. Out of all of the smart, capable women in this country who he could have chosen as his running mate, he chose the dumbest one that he could find, and like a bad infection, she and her brand of stupid will not go away. I blame him for giving that idiot a platform in the first place.
Remember John McCain has been an elected official since 1982, and 99.9% percent of the time, he has voted for programs, which royally screwed over black and brown people, stripped women of their rights to agency over their own bodies, and cut spending to programs that largely service the poor.
He also voted against the MLK holiday bill. Who doesn't think Dr. King deserves a holiday, other than a two bit racist?
Even as we speak, our elected officials are voting on a bill to repeal Obamacare, a move, which could strip over 22 million people of their healthcare. Mind you Sen. McCain just got out of the hospital, out of intensive care, not even physically capable of doing a full day's work, just to vote and strip millions of their healthcare, while receiving a six figure salary, and top of the line healthcare, at your taxpayer expense.
So you can have empathy for John McCain and his cancer battle, but your can also take his racist ass to task for voting for and supporting programs, which screw you as a black or brown person, women, and other marginalized groups over, in his quest to remain loyal to a party, which believes that political party affiliation is more important than the basic needs and rights of the country's citizens.
I choose instead to save my empathy for my neighbors, friends, and family, who are battling cancer without the six figure taxpayer salaries and government and taxpayer funded healthcare.
Until next time....
Thursday, July 20, 2017
Being Mary Jane and the Power of Choice
If you haven't watched this week's episode of Being Mary Jane, you might want to stop reading right now!
If you have, then you know Mary Jane wrecked her relationship with the "good guy" Lee for a fling with the bad boy/corporate asshole Justin.
Viewers clutched pearls, screamed at their televisions, and called her every name in the book. Because as a 40 year old black woman, people feel that if you have a good relationship, that you should stay in it for the long hall, that you should settle, in other words, be damned if you as a grown ass woman decides to make decision, which doesn't jell with what everyone else wants for your life.
This made me think about a few things!
I don't think Mary Jane wants a husband and baby. Those are things society has told her, and all of us who happen to be over 30, unmarried, and childless, that we should desire. I can't tell you the number of friends and relatives, male and female alike, who have placed themselves in long term relationships, marriages, refused to get divorced, had children that they didn't want, because society told them that this was the next step, or that they were at an age where this needed to happen.
Instead of doing what their hearts desired, which is to remain single and childless, they placed themselves in these impossible situations or drove themselves crazy because they didn't have these things, instead of telling these folks to mind their business. The truth is some of the very folks judging you, and trying to get you hitched and with child, are miserable, and misery loves company, so they want you to be as miserable as they are.
Even Jesus said that he wanted us to have life, and have it more abundantly, and sometimes that includes a spouse and children, and sometimes that means being eternally unattached.
The older I become, the more happy unattached I am. I am not a loser, less than, or a failure. I am happy, at peace, and fulfilled.
The overall thing for the fictional character Mary Jane, and anyone over 30 to remember is, life is short. Not matter whether you have 50 or 100 years, live your best life, even if that means going against the grain. You will make bad decisions; we all do, but a decision doing what you want to do, regardless of public opinion and without worrying about public opinion, is much easier to deal with than one made, trying to live for others' approval.
Just some food for thought!
Until next time....
If you have, then you know Mary Jane wrecked her relationship with the "good guy" Lee for a fling with the bad boy/corporate asshole Justin.
Viewers clutched pearls, screamed at their televisions, and called her every name in the book. Because as a 40 year old black woman, people feel that if you have a good relationship, that you should stay in it for the long hall, that you should settle, in other words, be damned if you as a grown ass woman decides to make decision, which doesn't jell with what everyone else wants for your life.
This made me think about a few things!
I don't think Mary Jane wants a husband and baby. Those are things society has told her, and all of us who happen to be over 30, unmarried, and childless, that we should desire. I can't tell you the number of friends and relatives, male and female alike, who have placed themselves in long term relationships, marriages, refused to get divorced, had children that they didn't want, because society told them that this was the next step, or that they were at an age where this needed to happen.
Instead of doing what their hearts desired, which is to remain single and childless, they placed themselves in these impossible situations or drove themselves crazy because they didn't have these things, instead of telling these folks to mind their business. The truth is some of the very folks judging you, and trying to get you hitched and with child, are miserable, and misery loves company, so they want you to be as miserable as they are.
Even Jesus said that he wanted us to have life, and have it more abundantly, and sometimes that includes a spouse and children, and sometimes that means being eternally unattached.
The older I become, the more happy unattached I am. I am not a loser, less than, or a failure. I am happy, at peace, and fulfilled.
The overall thing for the fictional character Mary Jane, and anyone over 30 to remember is, life is short. Not matter whether you have 50 or 100 years, live your best life, even if that means going against the grain. You will make bad decisions; we all do, but a decision doing what you want to do, regardless of public opinion and without worrying about public opinion, is much easier to deal with than one made, trying to live for others' approval.
Just some food for thought!
Until next time....
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