Unfollow me if you have a problem with me being Black and not supporting Karmelo Anthony.
I will not be intimidated by the threats I’ve been receiving from Karmelo Anthony supporters.
He took someone else’s life. Austin Metcalf is never coming back. His family will never get to hug him again. His parents have to wake up every single day knowing their son is gone forever.
I am not standing with someone based on skin color.
I am a human being first. And one human being wrongly killed another human being.
If you think Austin’s killing was no big deal because he was white, then you are straight-up racist.
Wrong is wrong.
I don’t care if the victim is white, Black, Hispanic, Asian, or anything else. A life was taken, and I will never celebrate that. I will never excuse that. And I will never be bullied into defending it.
I lose followers every time I post about Jesus.
I get mocked every time I post about Jesus.
So I will post it again.
Its a badge of honor!
Jesus is Lord and King!
I’m black, I haven’t stabbed anyone in the chest after being asked to leave a tent.
I’m not in prison, I’m free.
It’s not that hard to not commit a crime.
We found another surreal place on our way. I know some people will say I’m too positive about everything I see, but this place was crazy. They had a shooting range in the store.
USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.
Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.
I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."
"They just come with the table, man."
They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.
This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.
I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.
"Did we…?"
"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."
Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.
My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."
Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.
I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.
Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.
I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.
Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.
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2 days ago I had 1800 followers. Now there is 60 fucking thousand LEGENDS!!
Again, much appreciated!! 🥳
The love and support for our we country 🇮🇪 is mind blowing.
THANK YOU!!!!
!! UNITED WE STAND !!
!! DIVIDED WE FALL !!
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I came to America expecting a great World Cup.
What I didn’t expect was how welcoming everyone would be.
Every local I’ve met has been desperate to recommend places to visit, food to try and things to see.
Americans, thank you.
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