#MNR: Uncomfortable Truth

MNR: Uncomfortable Truth

I’m so sorry for having to be the bearer of bad news, but delta, the latest demon COVID variant, is one bitch of a virus. It’s taking MF out left and right, damn near all being unvaccinated. Look, I’m not Dr. Anthony Fauci (all my first pitches are accurate and on point). I’m not blogging to tell you how fucking stupid you are and how dumb you sound for every excuse you have for not getting vaccinated. I don’t give a fuck how close we may be. I’m speaking my opinion, which just happens to coincide with scientific truth. It’s your life. But what about your granny? What about your chirren? Delta LOVES infecting kids. What about all your fat, diabetes riddled nuccas who hit the blunt and/or J with you? I know, I know. It’s all a government plot to kill Blacks, uneducated whites, and all MAGA Republicans. I’m not a resident of California, but I’m taking Governor Newsom’s cue (mandate) and masking up everywhere I go…wait…I never stopped. A Yankee Stadium visit? No fucking way. I planned to, but not now. Just like all the MLB stadiums, ain’t no mask mandate or COVID screening requirements – for now. They’ll be back shortly, along with other restrictions. Mark my words.

NOW TO PLAY THE DEVIL’S ADVOCATE

My pragmatic side and my capitalist side are constantly at war over COVID. I fear any type of Governor Murphy mandate that will again COVID cap venue capacities and limit or restrict indoor dining at restaurants. The economy has suffered immensely. American morale has suffered immensely. It fucking sucks. But being that we have about 40% of the country that refuse to be vaccinated (which is well within their idiot-minded rights), mandates and restrictions are sure to return. The typical American is so self-centered and devoid of “informative” and accurate information that they don’t even know that SEVERAL states are [again] under all-out COVID assault. Hospital ICUs are [again] filled to capacity in several places throughout America. It’s only a matter of time before healthcare professionals are [again] stressed to the point of no return. It’s all coming back around…again. Yet, the band continues to play on. We’ll revisit this blog in a couple of months. I pray that my assessments are completely off and youse all talk about me in the streets and on social media. “That fat nigga don’t know shit! [What the] fuck he be talking about? He’s just tryna scare us.” I’ll gladly take that L. But common sense and CDC data speak otherwise. We shall see.

P.S. – If herd immunity is reached, COVID would be an afterthought. But that isn’t even within imagination without about 20-25% of the nation employing common sense and deprogramming themselves from what they see and hear on Fox News, OANN, Newsmax, Facebook, and in reefa clouds and barbershops. We Americans are some dumb, selfish motherfuckers.

There are so many signs in our everyday lives that we have progressed to a point of no return as a people. I’m not talking about life and death shit (for once), I’m talking about every day, mundane shit like…let’s say collectibles. You know, sports cards, Pokémon, whatever. My chronicles on how fucked up the sneaker game is have long since been documented on MNR. Take a look through the archives and you’re sure to see several instances where I’ve discussed how fucked up the sneaker game is, chiefly due to bots and resellers. Cool. I pick my battles. If I really want a particular sneaker, I make sure my credit card information is on deck and I make sure I’m on point when a shoe is released. And, of course, I take my Ls in stride after I miss out because the shoe has already sold out in five fucking seconds. I wait to see how nasty the resell market is, and I make the decision on whether or not to [over] pay. It is what it is. There hasn’t been a reseller yet to hold a gun to my head. I can bitch and complain all I want, but it’s my decision to click “buy” on StockX or GOAT and pay about $130 over retail on average. It is what it is. But damn it, how could I have been ignorant enough to not expect the same shit when I made my foray (re-entry) into the world of sports cards collecting? Sure, I’d taken a 25-year hiatus. But damn, I had no idea I’d be swimming in the exact same polluted waters I’ve already been swimming in the past half decade or so dealing with the sneaker resell game. Boy was I wrong.

The days of walking into your local WalMart or Target and scooping a pack or box of your favorite sports cards are Dundee. A few months ago, some MF in a random Midwest town decided to pull his pistol out in a Target because he was angry that the next dickhead had scooped the last of the cards he wanted. Smmfh. Granted, I woulda been pissed too, but not pull my Glock out and threaten to kill a MF over some Topps or Donruss pissed. But like I said, I get it. These days, a MF will know exactly when his local retail store or hobby shop re-ups on cards. They pull up on that day at opening time and smooth buy out the entire inventory. Their next move? eBay, a Facebook page, or [again] StockX for resell. For context, boxes that retail for $19.99 typically resell in the thirties. That doesn’t seem like a lot (it’s not), but the mere fact that the average collector can’t walk into his neighborhood retail spot and cop makes the shit super nasty. For me personally, it’s the extra bread. I pay (I have no choice), but I HATE being nickeled and dimed when I SHOULD (lol – I’m such a first-world elitist) be able to walk into my local retail spot and cop my box a week in peace. As much as I hate the reseller (other than Lo, my beloved lil bro and plug), I respect the hustle. My blame is with the retail spots. How about limiting transactions to one box per customer? Big ups to the places that do. But I watch a lot of YouTube. Plenty of MF walk right into these places and buy out the entire inventory in one swoop. Naturally, the narcissistic individualist in me first allows me to feel for myself, but I also really feel for the kids in their nascent stage in this esoteric part of the culture. They’ll never get to enjoy the thrill of walking into their local spot and copping a few packs of cards out the retail box for the sticker price. That, to me, is a damn tragedy. Add collectibles to the RIP list of shit you used to be able to cop with no problem. What’s next? Water? Bread? Milk?

Big ups to all the Black men out there who are faithful to their ladies. I read a blog on social media about an everyday cat with a wife and a couple kids who had the opportunity to bag a baddie but abstained. The woman was an 8.5-9 and was DTF. And not delusional DTF; she all but handed this guy the drawz and spare apartment keys. Ole boy stated that it would just have been sexual; there was no chance of developing feelings or beginning a new (and costly) relationship. They guy stated that he was committed to his queen and his family. As tempting as the opportunity was, ole boy didn’t yield to temptation. It made me proud, even though I don’t know the MF. A lotta women hate to accept the fact that a dick has a mind of its own. Lust is truly a deadly sin. Ain’t no sentiment attached to it; men just want to fuck. Outside of humans and less than a handful of God’s creatures in the animal kingdom, no male species is faithful to his mate. That’s science and nature talking, not me. Yet, somehow, plenty of us abstain. I’m not sexist or a hypocrite. Women experience the same feelings, I’m certain (I actually have no clue). But many of us, male and female, keep it all the way 100 with our lover. Big ups to all the lovers, especially the faithful ones.

For anyone out there who may be in financial peril, stick to the script God wrote for you. He’s faithful in all ways. You don’t have to compromise your integrity for a check. A lot of people will read this and assume I’m speaking in sexual terms, but I’m not. You don’t have to sell out in any way to gain financial success. What God has promised for you will be granted – on HIS time. It may seem like I’m being vague, but I’m specifically speaking to many. They know what I’m talking about. Keep doing what you do. What’s promised will come.

That’s all I have for y’all today. I pray for a healthy and productive week for all my folk out there, whether you read this material faithfully or in passing (Vada Fly voice). You are loved and appreciated. And when I reach the pinnacle of the blogging world, y’all are automatically VIP. I promise that even though I’ll most likely be Hollywood AF, y’all gon get the same Monday y’all been supporting from day one. Picture me rollin’.

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