I’m Gonna Tell You Something Good.

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately…well, pondering really. Why do we flock to situations that feel bad when all we want to do is feel good?


For instance, relationships are as beautiful or as painful as we allow them to be. If you believe that relationships suck, they will. If you believe in setting your own boundaries and being optimistic, you’ll attract that into your life.

I’ve learned a few things this week. One, people don’t tell you that they cheat out of the kindness of their hearts. It’s a warning…especially if they blame the other person in the relationship. “He made me cheat” or “She made me do it” are just excuses. Instead of being dishonest, why not just walk away or at least have enough balls to communicate your dissatisfaction. It’s not that hard.

I’m gonna tell you why people cheat. It’s because their childish assholes. Point Blank. Period. It’s not the other person in the relationship’s fault. It’s not Trump’s fault (although he is a known cheater) and it ain’t The Devil. People cheat because the want to cheat. They enjoy being clandestine. It’s fun…until it’s not.


I’m gonna tell why people listen to relationship advice. People take bad advice from actors, gurus, mamas, comedians and well meaning hoteps because they’re desperate. It’s hard out here for a pimp…so, you know it’s hard out there for regular folks. The only person you need to listen to is yourself. You know what to do. Listen to that little voice in your head that says, “Don’t drink the Kool-aid!”. You deserve better.


I’m gonna tell you why people don’t think for themselves. They watch too much gotdamn TV. All of that reality horsehiite is bad for the soul. The FDA should regulate American BS consumption. Just look at this place! Blood is on the streets and we have a horse’s a$$ running this nation into the ground like a whore with a wooden leg.


Now…what have you learned children?

Hopefully, you learned that:

Love is not a game. It’s an adventure.

Self-Respect is not an option.

It’s our birth right.

Asses should follow…not lead.

Excuses are not reasons.

Scott Baio is a broken down Ralph Macchio.


Adult Situations…with Adult Kids.

First of all, I Love the Shix out of my kids. Love’em. I probably spoiled them out of some Gen X guilt complex but only because I love them. Now, with that said…is this the crap my pare…

Source: Adult Situations…with Adult Kids.

Now, Who Else Want Some?

It’s no secret that I am no fan of The GOP. They can’t even believe what a monster their party has unleashed upon the galaxy in the form of Donald “The Don” Trump. I am not here to address that hottest of hot messes. No. This time I just have a couple of bones to pick. I am here to roast the people who leave asinine comments on social media posts. I am here today to release the Kraken.

I live in one of the most notorious states in the USA. Florida…also known as Tennesee with a tan. It’s so racist here that an armed idiot: shot down a child walking home from the store, got away with doing it and then…sold the murder weapon online. That’s just one bold, bright, shining example of what I’m dealing with here.

Racism is so rank and rabid here that it fouls the air. Literally, the stench of abject poverty seems to waft from many of our lesser affluent areas. The LAST thing I want to read on Facebook is some jackass jumping on one of my posts, bitchin’ about Affirmative Action or President Obama or whatever, especially in the light of our countries latest Police Killing/Police Killed situation.  So, let me be clear (Yes. You should hear President Obama’s voice every time you read that phrase).

Stay in your lane…or at least on your own page. I don’t give a rat’s fat a$$ how you feel about Affirmative Action because I have yet to be given a job when a more highly qualified white man applied. All of that malarky is just empty rhetoric, spewed to rouse the closet racists. “Oh, woe is me. A black woman got MY job. The job I deserved. Even though she has two Ph.d’s and speaks 7 languages, that job was MINE.” Miss me with that bs, as the kids say.

I am obviously and PROUDLY an African American woman. See the picture? Please don’t expect me to co-sign any of that Blue Lives Matter/All Lives Matter/ All Labs Matter horse pucky. I LOVE my community. I know that the police are overworked, underpaid, stressed out and abused. The STATE is who they should picket for more pay, better benefits and better training…oh, and mental health support. We need them. On the other hand, many of them are out there in bad mental shape and out of control. They need help…but somebody’s gotta stop the killing. Who will it be?

YES. I am disappointed that Bernie endorsed Hillary. We all are because she’s an entitled, elitist, Monsanto loving devil. But, I don’t hate Hillary enough to hand over our country to that pig f**ker, The Don, either. I plan to vote against every single incumbent in Congress. We just need them out of there. Congress has been owned by Satan for too long. Kick ’em out because at this point, that’s the only place change will take hold.


Ok…I feel better. Now it’s time to dedicate my energy to something more useful. Meditation. I’ve already taken some time to do it this morning but after all of this political talk, my soul could use another aromatherapy massage.

Oh! I deleted the Facebook app from my phone. Messenger, too.  It’s been so much more peaceful around the farm lately.