On the one hand, it’s about fucking time that we are finally able to speak out with some degree of confidence that we will be believed.

What?

My barometer for living is simple:

with their waists and ankles bound together with duct tape.

It would have been wayyyyy more accurate to compare him to Erykah Badu and her “Hitler was a great painter” bullshit from last year. Sometimes you have to let these raggedy niggas go.

I gotta disagree. I saw Lauryn a couple of weeks ago. Yes, she was an hour late. But she played the entire time she was there. She was great. She used her voice to lift up black people, immigrants and women. She brought her children on stage. She may have her faults, but she is proud of who she is and where she came…

A couple of years ago my wife and I were driving from Texas to Destin, FL for a summer vacation with our daughter. When we got to the deep south in Alabama you could just tell that life wasn’t something that was highly valued. You could feel it. It just sort of seeped in through the edges. It was real easy to imagine…

I find myself wondering how his expression would change if I hit the side of his head with a claw hammer. And that disturbs me.