This Juneteenth, we should remind ourselves of two facts:
1. Those who don’t learn from history are doomed to repeat it.
2. Those who prevent history from being taught are plotting to repeat it.
It’s as simple as that.
Stephen Colbert and David Letterman paying tribute to Obama’s infamous tan suit at the Presidential Center opening is exactly the level of pettiness and historical accuracy I respect. 😂
Some controversies deserve a reunion tour.
Here to remind you again that Juneteenth isn't the celebration of the slaves being freed. It's the celebration of enslaved Texans finding out they were free TWO years after slavery was abolished....so.....UNTIL EVERYONE IS FREE, NO ONE IS FREE.
To All my Brothers and Sisters; have a Happy and Blessed Juneteenth! Better late than never, justices delayed is not justice denied! But thank God we made it! #HappyJuneteenth#Juneteenth2025
To everyone so eager to cancel someone for a tattoo they got at age 22, a drunk text, a selfie they took in the middle of a mental health crisis:
Show us your laptop.
Show us your iCloud.
Open your entire digital life to your worst enemy. No context. No filter. No explanation.
You won’t.
You won’t because you know what I know. Any one of us, frozen at our worst moment, photographed in our lowest hour, looks like a monster. Looks like a stranger. Looks like someone who deserves to be cast out.
That is not who we are.
My mom and baby sister were killed in a car accident when I was just a kid. Cancer took my brother Beau, my best friend and my rock. I battled alcoholism. I battled addiction. I chose the coward’s way out more times than I can count.
For years I believed the defining chapters of my life were written by tragedy, loss, and shame.
I no longer believe that.
Pain can shape us. Loss can humble us. Failures can leave scars that never fully fade. But none of them have the authority to define us.
And it sure as hell ain’t the critic that counts.
That authority belongs to us alone-the person in the arena.
Every setback presents a choice. Play the victim, or cut the bullshit and take ownership for who we become next.
Life does not determine our character. It reveals it.
Again and again we are asked the same question. When shit happens, what next?
We are not defined by what happened to us. We are not defined by the worst photo, the worst text, the worst tattoo, the worst night. We are defined by the person we choose to become. And by the courage to choose that person, every single day.
So before you reach for the gavel - show us your laptop.
You won’t.
The whole world saw mine. And I am still here. Still becoming. Still choosing. Still standing.
That is the only definition that matters.
You are not powerless. They spend billions convincing you that you are. That should tell you everything.
You become powerless by not using your voices. You become powerless by letting them do whatever they want.
-John Lennon - mvrdered by an obsessed fan
-Christina Grimmie - mvrdered by an obsessed fan
-Selena - mvrdered by her fan club president
STOP protecting stalkers. You can say I’m being over-dramatic, but there is something wrong with people who move into the same neighborhood, book the same hotels and try to follow around their favorite artists. This is not normal behavior and should be called out.
BTS was mentioned on Anderson Paak’s Movie “K-POPS” that is now streaming on Netflix
A: “..If K-Pop is about boy bands and girl bands, well hell, this gotta be one of the greatest bands ever. The Jackson 5. To put in your little K-Pop terms, Michael Jackson would be center- the face of the group. The ace of all aces.
👦🏻: In that case that makes BTS today’s Jackson 5.
A: That’s right. The Jacksons walked in order for BTS to dance. They wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for them. In order to know where you’re going, you gotta know where you’ve been.
Sunday marks the 105-year commemoration of the 1921 Tulsa Race Massacre. The events of that day in Tulsa, Oklahoma, still reverberate throughout a community seeking justice. https://t.co/Nrkz07Ub2F
🚨 DAMN.
Ruby Bridges said the moment she finally understood what was happening during school integration was when a little white boy told her:
“My mom said I can’t play with you because you’re a nigger.”
She was SIX.
And she said hearing that felt like “a huge weight lifted,” because suddenly everything made sense.
Why the classrooms were empty.
Why adults were screaming.
Why U.S. Marshals had to escort her to school.
Not because of anything she did.
Just because of the color of her skin.
A six-year-old child realizing an entire country was angry at her for existing.