1. Don’t make a mistake. Ever. Your mortality could depend on it.
2. Don’t play with/carry anything that marginally resembles a weapon. Even if it is quite clearly a toy. In your hand it’s a weapon.
3. As soon as you are born, you are a threat. Male or female, child or adult, you’re all the same and you will be eliminated if you breathe out of line.
4.There is no amount of education you can pump yourself with to wipe out racial prejudice against your blackness. When it comes down to it, a gun does not distinguish between who has a degree and who doesn’t. If you’re on that mountaintop, ski down it.
No doubt it’s been an interesting past few weeks. Heck…year even…but let’s stick with the past few weeks for now.
I just really felt like sharing some of my opinions, despite my recent vow of abstinence in that department. Turns out…I like having my say, I like sharing it, and I like the risk of abuse that comes with it.
I was so happy about this…for about 2 seconds, after which I realised the sky high promises that had been made to ensure our unity as Great Britain. Admittedly, I did not follow any of the campaign. I just knew that some Scots wanted to be an independent country. As a person with family members who are Scots…but no. Let me not act like that in any way shape or form influenced my interest or lack thereof in this matter at all. That was almost my ‘but I have a friend who is black’ card. It doesn’t mean anything. Back to the matter, open and close…
It’s been 4 years since I started this blog. Ordinarily that would be a cause for celebration but I just have so many…
When will a black body be equal to a white one?
When will justice deign to include every race and not just one?
When will we be allowed the right to express our fury, anger and frustration without being labelled as the ‘savages’ that they always knew we were?
Why do they always require the expression of our pain to be muted, strangled & DIGNIFIED?
I don’t even have any preamble for this post. It is what it is. There’s been a really concerning trend and level of disclosure of personal information that I’ve witnessed on social media recently, and it alarmed me. A couple of things to consider:
On yer bike!
This week marked the ignominious departure of Manchester United manager David Moyes in a blaze of derision, scorn, and religious praise.
I feel conflicted about this, because even though he had it coming (breaking records of failure to the extent only the ‘specialist in failure’ has excelled him), I’m not quite sure he deserved the level of abuse he got since his departure. Social media in particular, has been unrepentant in the fervour of its attack, and when you have betting franchises adding to the insult with stunts like this: Caption: David Moyes, For services to Liverpool Football Club
you have to start calling it what it is…[cyber] bullying/vindictive.
It’s a been a while folks, but there were some issues I’ve been thinking about lately that I wanted to gist with you all.
You Only Get One Shot
I’m going to confess my sins right now and say that I have betrayed the vow I took some one or two years ago, never to get swallowed up in the crying/predictable/long and weekend-consuming vortex that is X Factor again. It seems the slightly adjusted and more original format this year proved too intriguing to resist, and admittedly at least since boot camp, I’ve kept up with every episode.
Now that that’s done, I just want to raise a few things. What a bunch of mewing cry-babies there are on the show this year! The amount of possibly crocodile/genuine under pressure rivers of Jordan that have been shed, would put a day centre nursery to shame. It’s like it’s now no longer enough to hear ‘This is my whole life” 50 million times throughout the show, it must now be backed up by unattractive contorted faces, sobs, and apparently weak lower limbs which keep collapsing to the ground like marshmallow (with a few twerks added in for good measure) every time a decision is made and it GOES THEIR WAY. I’ve been appalled at the amount of grown-ass men and women who have not minded bawling their way through a show watched by millions across the nation, to the point I started jumping and screaming at my TV “MAN THE HECK UP! MAN UP!”.
To myself, and I know a significant portion of friends, “Black Twitter” is largely known for this:
– Spectacularly crafted insults.
– Spontaneous campaigns of insults. Target? Everyone is at risk.
– Inevitably lame and predictable attempts to better insults.
– Give it an inch in banter, and it will take a mile and turn it into a V Festival mud bath of gossip, lies and defamation of character.
– A point-blank shooting range
– Twitter Hell