Countdown To Election

Here we are folks just days away from a new president elect. Scary, isn’t it? I cannot wait till it is over and I hope with every cell in my body that Donald Trump experiences the most devastating loss in American politics.

I know many are trying to make this a three or four person race but it is not it is a two person race between race between the most racist disgusting human being on the planet Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton.

I have posted in the past how much Hillary has fallen out of favor with me. Not because of emails, which I think is another GOP hack because Bush administration destroyed 22 million emails and not one republican yelled boo about it, or because I think she is the most dishonest person on the planet. My dislike for her deemed from her run against POTUS in 2008. Like a lot of African-Americans I felt immediately protective of the first Black president to be. She seemed to graciously accept her defeat but her husband whom I still do not like has been throwing slick shade ever since.

I know many people believe they don’t trust or like Hillary but really think about where that comes from and that is from the disingenuous republican party. The same party who supported the birther controversy, the same party that had member stand up at a state of the union speech and call our president a liar, the same party that for eight years has blocked any and every bill that would help the country move out of the mess they created.

They slam her for her ambition…yeah, she is but since when is that a bad thing? I’m not going to do a whole Hillary spiel because for the last year I quoted  some of the sam republican spin. Yes, some things I have scratched my head on but do I believe she is a corrupt person, no I do not and never have.

I wanted a Bernie win but after the Convention I was with her, after listening to Donald for the last year and half I am happily with her.


For well over thirty years the GOP have tried their damnedest to bring this one woman down and yet through their own investigations they have found nothing of any real substance to ‘pin’ on her. These are their investigations that have cost millions of dollars and yet she is the one suffering the bad reputation. Either she is the most brilliant criminal master mind or their accusations are based on nothing but revenge. I vote revenge.

The election season is ending but the fight for a progressive America is not ending. Voting is only part of the process for government and I think we all think after we do that part we should just wait to see what our officials do. We can’t do that. We have to hold Hillary accountable, we have to write our senators and state representatives, we have to demand more from our mayors and governors, voting is just the beginning of a new process.

Ask yourself will you have a better time convincing Hillary, Democratic Senate and House or trying to convince a racist like Trump and the entire GOP to do right by you.? Don’t believe their hype.

So, here we are folks the end of the road and on Wednesday we will have a new president elect. Please vote for Hillary. I don’t want to live in a Trump world and I’m sure many of you do not either.



On Sheriff Lott: Where Are the Tears

It is now being reported that the fifteen year old girl thrown to the floor like trash recently lost her mother and grandmother. She is in foster care. I dare anyone to refute that if she were a white girl and the officer attacked her AND it was found out she is a recent orphan the streets would be flooded with tears!

Where is the concern and outcry for her mental health? Sheriff Lott personally saw to it that her pain was not an issue this afternoon. He made very clear her feelings, her traumas, her anxiety was not an issue but all this shit is her fault. He repeated it more than once. 

Cue the police union in 5,4,3,2,1… to demand the officer be reinstated because how dare he be fired over this trouble starter.

On Black America: Get In Where You Fit In



I was unable to attend the Million Man March but after seeing pictures I feel like I should have just made it happen. Seeing all those faces of color celebrating our culture, mourning our losses, and demanding human justices we should have long gotten.

My heart filled with love and inspiration as I watched picture after picture on my Facebook and Instagram feeds of how strong we are in positive numbers and how much we can accomplish when we come together.

However, not everyone felt the same way. Some looked at the march and saw only a march. They failed to see the message or the vision. And you know what? That is okay if you don’t see the usefulness or the strength in the March but don’t stomp on the enthusiasm of those who felt it. We are a big group, a big part of society and not all of us are going to be on the same page but we should all want the same thing and that is real equality for the American Black community.

The march on Washington can change a mindset, it can light individual fires that encourages each and every one of us to do our part. We all have a part to make our community whole. We all have a part to create a peaceful space for our children to grow up in. We all have a part in making our community just as financially viable as every other group. We all have a part to make sure that police in our communities respect us just as much as they respect other groups and that our children are not gunned down for walking or playing in the park.







On Income Inequality : Pay Me What You Owe Me

Determining what you are worth is not always an easy task. Unless we are business owners we are typically not taught to negotiate pay, to just accept what we are offered and be happy.Most of us feel that it is not our place especially if we are not coming with a hundred credentials and a big family name. It’s hard to say no to a job when you have bills. It is a very defeating feeling knowing you don’t have much control over your life in that area.

Of course there are many things we can do to get above water and many of us struggle to get to the next level, like the young woman in this video. She makes $7.50 and hour at McDonalds, a multi-billion dollar company, yet her time, her effort, her sweat is only worth $7.50 an hour to live. We the taxpayer pick up a portion. Hopefully she goes to school, puts herself in a better position, and make her life a little less stressful but there will always be someone behind her working at McDonalds or a grocery store who need their job to live.

There is a fight about income inequality in the United States right now. I listened to one side say just go to school and you will be able to afford a decent living but why shouldn’t a person who is working not have that same right? Why are these companies who depend on our labor still able to get away with just the bare minimum?

As a community we have to be dedicated to helping one another. We need to mentor women and children like this or as a collective we will never have wealth…

On Trump: It’s Obama’s Fault

Trump is what you get when a fringed racist electorate is full of hate and ignorance because there is an African-American man in the White House. This is where we are now. They want to tell you its because he’s honest and not a Washington player. Bullshit, we are dealing with Trump because we have a Black President in the White House and America believes the House should be White. Trump will really ratchet up the White House, well any house actually, have you seen pics of his homes? Tacky ass tacky!

But he is what the GOP base thinks can turn this country around. Around to where I don’t know but they believe in pots of gold at the end of the rainbow. I’m just trying to figure out why.

So, tonight I sat, watched and listened to Trump at his rally in Dallas. I tried to listen objectively to a person I did at one time like enough to find entertaining. I knew I was not going to hear anything about policies or much of anything important but I tried to listen with an open mind. I now know he loves women, he respects women and will be so good to our healthcare we won’t believe it…thanks Donald. I now know that President Obama does not know what he is doing and is a really, REALLY incompetent president. Despite all that good shit that happened to the economy.

I know Michelle I’m rolling my eyes too.

But I do blame Obama for Trump. If Obama could have looked more white we wouldn’t have to deal with this bottom feeder. If Obama just walked with a little more stick up the ass white men wouldn’t be so offended. If, maybe he married a white woman and had children with a little less melanin then maybe his presence in the White House would not have been so offensive. So now we have this ‘silent majority’ of racist and a few self hating blacks and hispanics sitting in the American Airlines Center cheering on a man who literally said nothing but because he is rich, white, and ignorant they cheered him on like he made a fifty yard touchdown.

Thanks Obama but this shit is not funny because we may have to deal with this asshole after you leave. No one will be smiling then. Absolutely no one.

On Cops & Racism: Good Cops, Where Are You?

You can’t keep pissing on us and telling us it’s rain.

I have no words for this. Please, Sr. Maya take the mike…le sigh
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Maya Angelou