#MNR: MONDAY’S [BLACK] HEART
“Slip me a xany at once. I got the earth in a blunt.”
Hot damn hoe, here we go again.
Alas, another Monday has arrived. We endured the rigors of the weekend and made our way to the start of another work week. Yay!
No one in history has ever said that shit.
Many of us limped our lazy American asses into the slave, err umm job, on this blessed Monday morning. Personally, I’m ensured of a litany of complaints about shit that isn’t even a damn issue. The shit sounds like Charlie Brown’s teacher: unintelligible yet audible enough to cause a distraction. Shut the fuck up, please and thank you. You sound like a petulant child. This message isn’t specific, but it is intended for every coworker at every job in America who does nothing but complain as a full-time sport. In the words of the legend Lamar Thomas, “I don’t mind you coming to me with a problem but come with a solution.” Right on, LT. I’ve never had a problem with someone complaining when there is genuinely a problem at hand...IF they are at least willing to ponder a solution. Not everyone is an expert problem solver. I’ll admit that much. But if all you bring to the table is a complaint, I feel like you just want to be a stormy cloud. Shut your ass the fuck up and figure the shit out. If not, lower your voice to immediately lower noise pollution. Stop your blood clot cryin’. Thank you. Jerkface. With your complaining ass.
You filthy Americans and your whiny first world problems...
I lost two of mine this week. Losing your folk is never easy. It’s painful. RIP to them. Naw, those MF aren’t dead. We just had to mutually part ways. The cutoff game is strong in the final quarter of fiscal 2023. My accountant said we had to make sure the books were in the black and not the red. That means some dead weight had to be cut. The scissors are sharp and strong, yet my will is even stronger. A thug changes, and love changes, and best friends become strangers.
Is either relationship reconcilable? That’s a good question. Personally, I feel that time heals most wounds. But in one of the relationships, the fuckery has existed for far too long. That one’s Angelo Dundee. RIP. I may miss you, but I won’t be missing any meals. Translation: I’m a be alright.
I was on the Twitter the other day and I saw na tweet about “Niggas for tRump.” I’m not lying, “tRump for King” was a quote from the originator (I’m assuming) of yet another dumb ass movement. Derrick Gibson (the coon in the spotlight) conspired to attract attention in a play straight out of the “old-time n*gger shit” playbook. I listened to Gibson. He didn’t include a single fact in the soundbite, only ignorant propaganda. I wasn’t surprised at all. Niggas for tRump...are you fucking serious? I hate you troglodytes a bit more each day.
My thoughts and prayers are with the families of my sister and two brothers who were slain by yet another white supremacist. Those good folk were in a Dollar General in Jacksonville, FL...
Pardon self, y’all. Let me honor my slain folk by first stating their names:
Angela Michelle Carr
REST IN PARADISE
A.J. was only 19. He’d just begun life. The youngest of five, he worked at DG to help support the grandmother who raised. Him. Ms. Angela, 52, was a mother and an Uber driver. Jerrald, 29 and the father of a 4-year-old, was fatally wounded whilst entering the establishment alongside his lady. The killer was a 21-year-old, hate-filled pilgrim. Those who read #MNR in an ardent fashion know that I don’t mention the names of these cowards. Do know that he had a swastika painted on his assault rifle. He targeted our folk. And, in typical pussyclot fashion, he offed himself after his acts of fuckery. May he rest in piss.
Vile, disgusting Nazi Florida Governor Ron DeSantis found his raggedy ass way home from the presidential campaign trail to call the pilgrim a “scumbag” during a press conference in which his Black constituents booed his punk ass. No, Ronald. He wasn’t a scumbag. He was a violent, homicidal, racist coward. You’re the scumbag. That white boy was from a county over. How about preventing a future Floridian race war shooter from following in this pilgrim’s footsteps? Stop meddling with the education curriculum and policies and pushing anti-Black, revisionist history. We don’t know you don’t like us. It’s cool. History will look back and judge you for being the man you are: a racist, xenophobic, homophobic, and bigoted weirdo who wears polar bear galoshes and eats pudding with his fingers. You have the swagger of a home-schooled Oedipus Rex. Andrew Gillum still owes you a Florida-style ass whooping.
I’m tired of all you Oreo cookie ass, apologetically Black MF. I’m not saying that it’s cool to be a bigot. It’s not. What I am saying is that I’m tired of you Blacks acting like you have to compromise your Blackness to fit in. Stop capitulating because you’re afraid of being who and what you are. It’s disgusting. Why do you feel that WE always have to compromise? Fuck that. Also, stop adopting nicknames from other ethnicities. You are not Hispanic. Papi isn’t our thing. You are not a mafia boss, capiche? Steer clear of the frank stand. I am 100% unapologetically Black on both sides. I don’t want to be white. I don’t want to be Hispanic. I’m striving to ascend to the next degree of ultra-Blackness. I love ME. I love MY BLACK SISTERS AND BROTHERS. Get off your knees, lame ass house niggas. I hate y’all more than the KKK and Ron DeSantis. Now that I think about it, Ronald may be the Grand Wizard.
If I struck a chord, see me when you see me. Snowflake.
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