As I move through another phase in my life, my outlook on certain things have changed. The things that used to bother me don't. I am a student of life. Everyday there is a new class in session.
Friday, July 6, 2018
Wednesday, June 27, 2018
PROPAGANDA
prop·a·gan·da
ˌpräpəˈɡandə/
noun
- 1.derogatoryinformation, especially of a biased or misleading nature, used to promote or publicize a particular political cause or point of view."he was charged with distributing enemy propaganda"
synonyms: information, promotion, advertising, publicity, spin - Some of my people were stolen, others were here when the Europeans got here. Nevertheless let us not be so quick to chime in on the blatant racism that is the flavor of the day. At no time it should be okay for children to be exasperated from their families. 'Oh' its the law'...
Remember slavery was a law and the local police was created to catch and return human property in the great nation, THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.
Unless you are a WASP you should be ashamed of yourself.
[White Anglo-Saxon Protestant]
STOP DRINKING THE KOOL-AID
Tuesday, June 26, 2018
Harriet Tubman’s Descendants Say She Was Hebrew
The great awakening is in full effect. Our mother Araminta Ross. She took her mother's mane after her passing of Harriet. She married a man named John Tubman, hence Harriet Tubman. My she continue to Rest in The Most High Dwelling.
Monday, June 25, 2018
The New Colossus
The New Colossus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Friday, June 22, 2018
Wednesday, June 6, 2018
Fendi And Gucci Do Not Care About The Urban Market!
EVERY SINCE WE DID THE 2013 BLACK FRIDAY BOYCOTT, THINGS HAVE BEEN GOING DOWN HILL WITH THEIR SALES. WE HAVE A 4 BILLION$ SPEND POWER AND THEY KNOW IT. IT IS ABOUT TIME WE KNOW IT. THEY HAD A BAD MOVIE YEAR LAST YEAR, SOOOO HERE COMES BLACK PANTHER! STILL GROSSING OVER 2 BILLION$$
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