#MNR: THAT’S JUST HOW IT IS
“Adjust your pupils to see a dead bwoy walk.”
Tek of Smif-n- Wessun
Contrary to popular (my) belief, all Mondays ain’t Ty Mondays. I left the job early today. Yes. Yes, I did. I tipped my fat ass right TF on outta there. I took a head butt to the right eye/eye socket from one of our students ‘round high noon. Shit happens. I wasn’t concussed. I know because I have suffered a concussion in the past. I woulda stayed in the game if it were the playoffs. But it’s not. It’s summer league. I’ll see y’all bright and early tomorrow. I wonder if Amazon could deliver headgear and a mouthpiece before 19:00 tonight? My teeth aren’t as immaculate as the kid from Timmy Turner’s class, but they’re mine. I’m trying to keep it that way for as long as possible, you heard?
That’s 7:00 pm for those who don’t know how to subtract/add 12. I got y’all.
The show must go on. That’s word to my homie Nella.
In other news...I’ve been working my body out every (yes, every) day/night since 7.5. I feel better than I’ve felt in a long time. I’m extra motivated to keep it going. I have my reasons. I’ll share them in time. But I refuse to quit. As for eating, I’m doing much better than in the past. I eat a fruit (usually strawberries and/or bananas) every day. I take my Flintstone Kids vitamins because I’m amongst the ten million strong and growing. I’m doing better with portions. I can’t remember the last time I’ve had pizza (pain face emoji). I am not happy to report that, actually. I could be the fifth ninja turtle. But damn it, I’m working. I want to see where I am this time a year from now. I have a scale built for large humans. I know my weight up to the tenth of a pound. I’ll fill you in as I reach certain personal milestones.
The Fuckboy of the Week winner goes to...Dr. William B. Allen, a “longtime academic,” former chairman of the U.S. Commission on Civil Rights, and member of Florida’s African American History Standards Workgroup. His workgroup is responsible for the new Florida middle school curriculum (spearheaded by Gov. Ron DeSantis) that asserts that enslaved people benefited from slavery, developing “skills and aptitudes which served to their benefit, both while enslaved and after enslaved.” He has doubled down on his stance. I’m going to debunk his dumb intelligent ass in an Eastside Harlem minute. I’m also going to put on my Brother Khalid Abdul Muhammad beret and step on this spider monkey...at the same damn time.
I really wish A.G. Warren were alive for this one. I believe pop would say, “Doc, you can always count on an intelligent, dumb [CENSORED] to do a [CENSORED]’s job for him.” I concur, pop. Thanks for the alley. I’m a Aaron Gordon this one in spectacular fashion. I guess you feel good about your eloquent defense of your insidious curriculum, don’t you doc? I bet you and your “workgroup” have your crimson chins stuck out extra-long (pause, if necessary). You feel that marketable traits were learned during and after being a chattel slave? I have a two-edged sword of rebuttal sharpened for you, doc. A slave didn’t develop skills. Develop means “to cause to grow or expand.” I don’t see the enslaved as having grown or expanded, good brother. They were exploited, abused, and murdered. That meant growth, but only for the white man’s avarice and lust. The enslaved survived by doing what a slave master DEMANDED they do. So, tell me, doc...what about the slaves who didn’t “develop” the necessary skills and aptitudes? Were they released from employment that day and sent about their merry way? Or were they beaten incessantly, scarred, castrated, and lynched? And what were the incentives and rewards doc? Having our women raped? Being buck broken by sadistic slave masters? Having our families torn apart for profit? Let me know doc. And for part two...I’m sure you are also a great mathematician, doc. I have some simple math for you. If slavery ended with the Emancipation Proclamation on 1.3.1863 and officially with the subsequent 13th Amendment on 1.31.1865, how was a slave born during the first two CENTURIES of slavery able to benefit from said skills and aptitudes? Were they compensated financially? Were they given land? Did they die as free women and men? I rest my case. Go tongue kiss an eel, you worthless, watermelon patch dwelling, buck dancing coon. Fuck you, your workgroup, Ron DeSantis, and any motherfucker who agrees with any part of this fuckery.
In conclusion, I’ve mentioned this in a prior #MNR, but I’ll say it again. Irrespective of whether you are raising a Black baby in Duvall or Dade Counties, Fulton or Gwinnett Counties, Halifax or Henrico Counties, Bergen or Middlesex Counties, New York or Bronx Counties, or wherever. YOU SHOULD BE YOUR CHILD’S FIRST HISTORY TEACHER. It is paramount that you teach your child CONTEXTUAL history. NEVER leave it in the hands of your school system. That’s just common sense. Thank you, pop, for being my first history teacher. Much love and respect to the retired Jose Garrigo, formerly of the Englewood Public School System, for being the best educator of contextual history that I’ve ever learned from in my lifetime. For clarity, I was not his student. I was a one-to-one in his class one year.
I think I’ve said enough. I could go off on some other “You wanna know what scuffs my Nikes?” type of rant, but not tonight (Bernie Mac voice). Go ‘head on and marinate on that. I’m out through the back door, just out of the vision of the haters, tattletales, y la policia. Puercos coolitos.
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