I am learning while I knock doors that when people tell me they are voting for Trump because of the economy, they are really telling me they are voting for Trump because of white supremacy.
I reach that conclusion because one follow up questions leaves them stumped:
Hold the fuck on, hold the motherfucking fuck on a second… are people actually out there talking about a Trump win being “inevitable”?
You’re talking about the twice impeached, quadruply indicted, 34-times convicted, adjudicated rapist, business fraud who kept our national security secrets in his f’ng bathroom and wanted to see his VP hanged for not breaking democracy?
The sociopath who golfed while thousands of Americans were dying a day and asked about injecting bleach is some kind of fucking “given”?
The “dictator on day one” who said he could shoot someone in the middle of Fifth Avenue and would inherit a Supreme Court that would actually let him? That guy’s winning is already written?
Really?
The child-separating racist who is promising detention camps and mass deportations?
The Putin puppet who’ll abandon NATO?
We’re just gonna surrender to that fucking guy and all the accompanying awful that comes with him?
Now? In JULY?!?
Because he’s got a pantyliner on his ear thanks to a twisted fuck who got his hands on a weapon we’ve all been trying to ban??
Are you fucking high?
You've heard about Kobe studying sharks to help defend Allen Iverson. Here's the actual story shared to the Players Tribune by Kobe Bryant:
On November 12, 1996, Allen Iverson dropped 35 on the Knicks in a win at the Garden.
On November 12, 1996, I played five minutes and finished with two points in a Lakers win at Houston.
When I checked into my hotel room later that night and saw the 35 on SportsCenter, I lost it. I flipped the table, threw the chairs, broke the TV.
I thought I had been working hard.
Five minutes. Two points.
I needed to work harder.
I did.
On March 19, 1999, Iverson put 41 points and 10 assists on me in Philadelphia.
Working harder wasn’t enough.
I had to study this man maniacally.
I obsessively read every article and book I could find about AI. I obsessively watched every game he had played, going back to the IUPU All-American Game. I obsessively studied his every success, and his every struggle. I obsessively searched for any weakness I could find.
I searched the world for musings to add to my AI Musecage.
This led me to study how great white sharks hunt seals off the coast of South Africa.
The patience. The timing. The angles.
On Feb 20, 2000, in Philadelphia, PJ gave me the assignment of guarding AI at the start of the second half. No one knew how much this challenge meant to me.
I wanted him to feel the frustration I felt.
I wanted everyone who laughed at the 41 and 10 he put on me to choke on their laughter.
He would publicly say that neither of us could stop the other.
I refused to believe that.
I score 50.
You score zero.
THAT is what I believe.
When I started guarding AI, he had 16 at the half. He finished the game with 16.
Revenge was sweet.
But I wasn’t satisfied after the win. I was annoyed that he had made me feel that way in the first place.
I swore, from that point on, to approach every matchup as a matter of life and death. No one was going to have that kind of control over my focus ever again.
I will choose who I want to target and lock in.
I will choose whether or not your goals for the upcoming season compromise where I want to be in 20 years.
If they don’t, happy hunting to you. But if they do….
I will hunt you obsessively. It’s only natural.
Mr. Rogers made a courageous decision to defy the racial segregation norms of 1969 by extending an invitation to Officer Clemmons to join him in cooling their feet in a shared pool. At that time, pools in America were strictly segregated, and Black individuals faced the threat of police intervention if they attempted to enter white-only pools. Recognizing the injustice, Mr. Rogers took a stand by featuring Officer Clemmons on his show. It is worth noting that Officer Clemmons also faced additional challenges as a homosexual, which only became public knowledge years later. Mr. Rogers, being a compassionate individual, advised Clemmons to keep his sexuality private to protect him from potential harm caused by homophobia. It is important to highlight that Mr. Rogers, as a devout Christian, regarded the act of washing someone's feet as a gesture of respect and hospitality within Christian culture. This remarkable story exemplifies Mr. Rogers' unwavering dedication to goodness and kindness in the world.
In 1988, during the late hours of the night, a Hawaiian musician named Israel Kamakawiwo'ole reached out to a local studio, urgently requesting a recording session. Eagerly, he implored the engineer, expressing his desire to bring his idea to life. In a remarkable display of talent and spontaneity, Kamakawiwo'ole recorded a rendition of the beloved song "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" in a single take. This rendition would soon resonate deeply with listeners worldwide, touching the hearts of countless individuals.
The recording itself featured Kamakawiwo'ole's voice accompanied solely by his ukulele, creating a mesmerizing and unforgettable experience for anyone who encountered it. Despite the artist's untimely passing in 1997 at the age of 38, his music and his remarkable but brief life have continued to profoundly impact people from all corners of the globe.
A letter I wrote to the beautiful and talented @HalleBailey who is starring in the @Disney movie #THELITTLEMERMAID. I touch on the similarities I experienced as a young black girl playing Dorothy 50 years ago in #TheWiz on Broadway. So happy for her. #BlackGirlMagic👏🏾👏🏾💐💐
“Y’all ain’t gone win no Oscar!”
John Singleton said when he used to go around South Central with his camera the drug dealers would get upset and ask why he was acting as surveillance for the cops. John would tell them he was gonna tell their story, which he ended up doing with Boyz n The Hood.
Youngest and first African American to be nominated for Best Director.