This coming Thursday, June 19, will be Juneteenth, the one hundred and sixtieth anniversary of the emancipation proclamation marked by the thirteenth amendment. This is a celebratory event that brought about the end of one of the darkest periods in American history, the trans-atlantic slave trade.
This year is also the fourth anniversary of Juneteenth being a federal holiday, which first happened under President Biden in 2021. So I figured that now is as good a time as any to discuss the topic of Black privilege.
They always talk about White privilege in a way as if to suggest that there is no Black privilege. This is done subliminally with the intent to create a perpetual state of mental serfdom within you.
Speaking of mental serfdom, was it not the legendary reggae singer Bob Marley who once sang, “emancipate yourself from mental slavery. None but ourselves can free our minds,” during a song that he appropriately titled “Redemption?” Well I am here to tell all the Black dreamers out there that you definitely have privilege on this soil.
First of all, Black privilege is not racial, it’s creative and academic. It also has a lot to do with your time and place of origin. You have the privilege of living in the greatest nation on earth, during a time where with the advent of the internet, you can find a way to make all your dreams come true.
Time and place also has a lot to do with your native tongue. If you are a Black person in the west, you likely speak English as your first language. Which is a plus because English is the most recognized language in the world for the sake of global trade and commerce.
Secondly, let me continue by reiterating what I have said repeatedly on my blog site. Which states that the same capitalism that allows your landlord to raise your rent while your employer cuts your hours, also allows you to turn the scorn and prejudice against you into creativity and ingenuity. If you really hone your craft, they won’t be able to tell whether you are a genius or a madman. Either way, they won’t be able to stop buying tickets to see your show.
Vaudeville performers and New Orleans jazz musicians of the 1920’s understood this concept very well. So did the shoe shine guy, and they capitalized off it tremendously. They didn’t let the racial insensitivities of that time prevent them from showing up every night and making a buck. In fact, they used their creativity to take advantage of the prejudice against them.
This evened the playing field overtime, and paved the way for their future descendants to enter a wider range of professions. Some chose law, others chose medicine, yet there are those who chose a more creative path. If they could do it without the internet in 1925, then what’s stopping you now in 2025?
If you really want to get ahead financially, no one can stop you but yourself. They might try to sabotage you. They can definitely delay you for some amount of time, but they ultimately cannot stop you. Which brings me to my third point.
You have the privilege of privacy, but you must enforce it. They cannot sabotage what they don’t know. If you operate in privacy, your chances for success increase ten fold. At some point you must arrive at a decision as to whether being friend centered is more important than your goals.
This is especially true when you consider that half these motherfuckers who say they are your friends, are really spies and saboteurs. You don’t have any friends out here. You don’t even have god. You only have yourself. If you fuck up, that’s on you. Hold yourself accountable and seek wise counsel.
Ok, so what do you have? You have the privilege of the English language as your native tongue. You live in a developed country with clean tap water and internet access. You have an accurate grasp on human nature that you can’t unsee past the age of thirty. You may not have the capital as of yet, but you have a master plan. Above all else, you either have privacy, or privacy is attainable, even in limited quantities for the time being. So then you have Black privilege.
While vegetarianism is the practice of abstaining from eating meat, veganism in particular is the practice of abstaining from using all animal products, including sheep’s wool, cow’s milk, alligator wallets, snakeskin shoes, leather, and lard that is often used in cosmetic products.
A prominent example of this is that vegans believe that cows milk is only for baby cows, and that it is unnatural that humans are still able to digest milk past infanthood. They further believe that we retrain our bodies to betray its own lactose intolerance by “stealing” animal milk that is meant for their young, and using it for ourselves.
Their mantra is that animals are our friends and that we should not exploit them for our own personal gain. If we need something creamy, we should make coconut milk, or oat milk. Now here’s the irony of that piece of madness.
If we shouldn’t take from animals, then for the same reason, we also shouldn’t take from plants and live bodies of water, because they are also alive. And not only are they alive, but they may also possess a different form of consciousness that we would not understand from our perspective.
You do realize that people have been riding on the backs of camels for thousands of years before the invention of the automobile, right? So then what happens to us if we let them guilt us out of using up our resources? Who is going to feed us, and keep us warm if we let them scam us? Who? Is it them?
Nonetheless, veganism has become a fad. It has become fashionably wealthy as vegan alternatives often threaten to break the bank. Veganism has been around since the 1940s, but most people didn’t start talking about it until some celebrities started doing it during the 2000s.
If it’s one thing about the oligarchs, it is their understanding of the normie mentality, including their incessant need to imitate signs of wealth. If the Kardashians are doing it, they have to do it, too. It strokes their ego, makes them feel important.
So with that said, if the oligarchs want to push an agenda, they use celebrities to turn it into a fad. Before long, you are following a trend that doesn’t necessarily serve you, without fully understanding why you’re doing it.
Everyone doesn’t have the same digestive chemistry, yet they tell you that veganism is the key to being healthier. Of course they use the word health so that their true agenda, which is to look like their favorite star, is thinly veiled, pun intended.
If everyone doesn’t have the same body chemistry, then veganism is not meant for everyone. You need healthy fats such as omega 3, you need lean meat for protein to build stronger muscles. You can try it and see whether or not it serves you. If it doesn’t serve you, then at least you tried. Accept yourself for who you are and move on.
Prince was a vegetarian, yet he still died young. If his diet couldn’t save him, then I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you why. But it begs the question as to why the elites are pushing agendas such as veganism and the keto diet if they ultimately don’t serve you.
The same people who want to convince us that it’s ok to eat snails and roaches also want us to practice diets that are nutrient deficient. The same people who want us to drive to work through rush hour traffic and function at optimal levels on only four hours of sleep also want to fuel us with caffeine and sugar.
Outside of the south, the American breakfast is deplorable, if you even have time to grab breakfast before running out the door. Yet you wonder why there are so many preventable illnesses and premature ageing in modern society.
They are full of envy, and they don’t want to share their resources with the masses. So while they are saving the finest and choicest meats and seafood for themselves, they have the rest of us fighting over roaches. But that’s not all. They are not stupid, you see. So they decided to monetize veganism by making it a fashionable trend, and you bought it like they knew you would.
Caffeine and sugar are not foods, they are drugs. This is why they hate Donald Trump, because he calls this shit out for what it is, and they cannot get away with reenacting their mental diseases on his watch.
The only time I can remember ever having breakfast at work was when I participated in a young adult paid internship in 2011, and we spent Friday mornings at Trump Tower NYC. We could order anything we wanted from the cafeteria, and it was charged to the expense account.
They had pancakes, bacon, egg and cheese, orange juice, french toast, the works. It was good. Admittedly, we interned for a different company, but that doesn’t change the fact that that company was housed under Trump’s roof.
Veganism lacks protein and healthy fats, while keto lacks fiber and probiotics when the obvious solution is to have a balanced meal on every occasion.
Everytime they call you lazy, selfish, entitled, spoiled or gluttonous for choosing nutrient density, just take another bite out of your medium rare ribeye and laugh in their faces.
The word selfish has always had a negative connotation. This is largely due to the fact that most people misuse the word, and take it out of context. It is true that selfishness can be quite harmful depending on how it is used. But did you know that there are in fact two forms of selfishness? Today we will be exploring the positive connotations of selfishness.
Selfish people will call a reserved person selfish for not allowing others to be selfish with them. The selfish person in question is not inherently wrong for calling the private person selfish. The problem here is that they make it seem like he who is more reserved is the only one who is selfish. When in fact, EVERYBODY IS SELFISH.
Somehow it’s only wrong when you are selfish, but not them. Almost as if there was an unwritten expectation that you are supposed to be the only selfless one in the room so they can easily get away with being selfish with you, but the moment you fight back, you are the selfish one. Do you see the gaslighting in that?
But then again, what did you really expect from selfish people? There is an old saying, “if a thief really wants something, consider it gone.” So then apply that same logic to the context of this article. If a thief really wants your submission, you don’t know how far they are willing to go to get it. It becomes like a game to them. They will obsess night and day over it, and they won’t stop until they have you like a puppet on a string.
They will find other mentally deranged people to agree with them and back them up when they are wrong. They have already identified their target. This is done far in advance, and is usually motivated by hidden feelings of envy that they have all collectively harbored towards the target’s inherently good nature.
The only thing left to do now is to single out the target and gaslight him or her as a group. They can’t just leave well enough alone, they have to try and control the target somehow. If they can deprive you of something as vital as your free will, they feel like they have won, which is exactly what makes them so damned sadistic.
But did you know that you are being negatively selfish by enabling them? Let me explain; your need to prove them wrong comes from a place of ego. By selfishly feeding your ego, you are distracting yourself from practicing a more positive form of selfishness that better preserves your higher existence. But what does that actually look like? Here are several examples:
Asserting non-negotiable boundaries when dealing with people.
Swiftly and aggressively cutting off toxic relatives, friends, bosses, co-workers, girlfriends, deities. You get the picture.
Prioritizing peace, privacy, health, wealth, comfort and ultimately your life’s purpose over friends/drama, etc.
Choosing to pamper yourself over accepting crappy job offers among other forms of humiliation rituals. You don’t have to be rude. You can simply say, “Thanks for the offer, but I must respectfully decline.” That’s it!
Choosing vital nutritional sources, and touching grass and water versus stressing over kids and bills all the damn time.
Choosing not to marry when you know you are not the type to ever settle down. As selfish as that is, it is still better than playing with people’s feelings.
And so you see, the difference between me and other selfish people is that I am selfish with my own life, while they are selfish with other people’s lives. As selfish as I am, I still respect each individual’s sovereign autonomy over their own lives.
Do not be selfish with other people’s lives. And above all else, do not allow others to be selfish with your life. That, dear reader, is the clear difference between sadism and hedonism.
It’s the end of the month and time once again for our monthly review series. Our muse for the month of May is Edward Nygma, alias, The Riddler. Particularly in his first appearance on Batman The Animated Series, during an episode titled, “If you’re so smart, why aren’t you rich?” But first, here’s a disclaimer: The following review contains spoilers so I recommend watching the episode first before reading this or any other reviews on the topic. Now without further ado, let’s begin.
Overview:
Batman The Animated Series is an American television series that premiered on Fox in 1992. The series was created by Bruce Timm and Paul Dini as a 90’s revival of Bob Kane’s 1938 creation for Detective Comics, and originally consisted of 85 episodes across two seasons, the largest episode count for a single season of any children’s show at the time.
“If you’re so smart, why aren’t you rich,” was the forty-first episode of the series. It originally aired during the show’s first season on November 18, 1992. Written by David Wise, Directed by Eric Radomski, and starred Kevin Conroy, John Glover and Gary Frank. It was also The Riddler’s debut episode.
The Premise:
Edward Nygma (John Glover) is an employee of “Competitron,” a toy manufacturer. The episode opens with Nygma arriving at work one cloudy morning just in time as the janitor was tossing his name tag in the trash. Nygma asked the janitor what he was doing and that was when his employer Daniel Mockridge (Gary Frank) who was standing there all along informed him that he was fired.
Nygma protested that Mockridge cannot do without him because he is the smartest game designer in the company. Mockridge replied that he can indeed fire Ngyma because the latter is suing him for royalty. As an employee of Competitron, Nygma previously designed a video game titled, “Riddle of the Minotaur,” and is now suing the company for royalty. Furthermore, Mockridge lives up to his name by mocking Nygma in the form of a rhetorical question, the titular question of the episode.
After some time had passed, Mockridge tried pitching Nygma’s work to Bruce Wayne (Kevin Conroy) and Luscious Fox (Brock Peters) who were initially hesitant. At some point during the meeting, Mockridge looked outside the window of the conference room and noticed an ominous riddle in neon light. The riddle read, “Why do multimillion dollar deals break down in the wasteland?”
Later that evening inside the Batcave, Bruce dons his Batman alter ego, and ponders on the meaning of the riddle as Robin (Loren Lester) ironically plays “Riddle of the Minotaur” on the bat computer.
“Holy irony Batman, it’s a good thing I’m already familiar with this game. I have a hunch we might be needing it soon.”
“Good thinking old chum, to the batmobile.”
Though they didn’t actually say any of that, I think it’s worth mentioning that their voices actually sounded a bit more cartoonish this time around, almost like they sounded in the classic “Superfriends,” cartoons from the 70’s, hinting at the fact that this episode is nowhere near as dark and brooding as other episodes.
Meanwhile over at Competitron, Mockridge walked into his office and found Nygma sitting in his swivel chair in the dark, donning his Riddler alter ego for the first time. No doubt the end result of trauma, and a need to get even. Mockridge humored Nygma, perhaps feeling a bit cocky that he might be able to get Nygma to create more games for Competitron, but Nygma had other plans.
He redesigned the Chinese finger puzzle in the form of some gold rings that look eerily similar to the symbol on the Olympic flag. He tossed the gold rings at Mockridge who was none the wiser and who tried solving it, only to unwittingly cuff himself with it, just as two of Nygma’s henchmen pounced on him.
Batman and Robin crashed the party just in time, and got into a fight with Nygma’s goons who managed to escape with Mockridge as their hostage. Sometime later that night as Batman and Robin were driving across the Gotham bridge, they noticed that the lights were flashing all across the city.
Batman, quickly realizing it to be morse code, translated the message, and it turned out to be another of Nygma’s riddles that read, “When is the Minataur’s owner as high as an elephant’s maize?” They quickly realized that maize is a wordplay for maze, and took off for the amusement park where they had to navigate a life-sized replica of Nygma’s video game in order to find Mockridge.
Robin used his experience from playing the Minotaur game to help navigate the maze, and after solving several puzzles and riding on a cool mechanical flying hand (unique to the DCAU), they eventually got to Mockridge and answered one final riddle in time to save him from being sliced in two by an animatronic, sword-wielding minotaur. It turned out that Nygma lured them to the maze intentionally to buy himself enough time to flee the city.
Wayne enterprise eventually bought Riddle of the Minotaur from Competitron, and Dick lamented during the aftermath that it’s such a pity they had to sell to a creep like Mockridge. But that was when Bruce interjected that “Mockridge may have his money, but he won’t be sleeping well.”
We then cut to a scene where we see Mockridge carefully bolting his door at night and looking under his bed, trembling with a shotgun before reluctantly climbing into bed and cowering under the covers. Bruce ended the episode by asking the question, “How much is a good night’s sleep worth? Now there’s a riddle for ya.”
Personal Takeaway:
This cautionary tale serves as a reminder of a clause that could be included in your employment contract depending on the nature of your job. A clause stating that your employer owns the patent to anything you invent for the company while employed to that particular company. Most companies have ensured to include this clause within their employment contracts. The same is true with music, animation and especially writing.
When I first got back to writing, and shortly before I created my blog site on WordPress, I tried freelancing for another blog site. Though I am avidly against using AI to write because I think it takes the soul out of writing, I nonetheless used Chat GPT to offer suggestions on what topics to cover. I did so for no other reason than to save my best ideas for my own upcoming blog.
So I gave them mediocre ideas while saving the topics near and dear to my heart for myself, because I knew that if I wasn’t smart about it, I would never own my ideas outright, I’d only get paid for them. Sure enough I paid the price for my betrayal in the short term because they never accepted any of my submissions, but to me it was worth it because I was rewarded for remaining disciplined in the long run.
The point that I am making by sharing that example is that if you have a bright idea that could potentially make you millions in the future, don’t share it with an employer, create it for your own profit and ownership. You’d be well within your rights to do so. It is your intellectual property after all, and make sure you patent it before pitching it to anyone.
Another thing to add is to always rent the rights to your intellectual property versus selling it off. Never sell to any individual or corporation because if you no longer own the rights to your work you are forfeiting your rights to future royalties.
Although The Riddler was the monster of the week in this story, he is really more of a tragic anti-hero who sold out his ideas for a quick buck. Edward Nygma was born but The Riddler was made, and the person who made him is the real villain of the picture.
Nygma wasn’t Mockridge’s only victim, he was just the one who took action, albeit misguided. Think of how many more families were plunged into undue poverty all due to Mockridge’s greed and betrayal. At least we know Nygma’s name. Think of all the other Gothamites whose names we will never know.
In the end, Edward Nygma got the poetic justice he so richly deserves, and I don’t think he stuck around long enough to witness the full extent of the damage that Mockridge was dealt at his hands.
Bruce Wayne’s question at the end pertaining to the value of a good night’s sleep was essential in weighing the pros and cons of guilt versus reward. The final scene that saw Mockridge bolting his door at night was the most brooding part of the episode. It came straight from out of a horror film right down to the music score.
Trivia:
It was mentioned in the episode that Nygma’s first initial along with his surname (E. Nygma), are a wordplay for enigma, meaning a man of mystery and intrigue.
This was a carefully devised strategy that Nygma used to trap Mockridge who otherwise wouldn’t have trusted him. Mockridge made the mistake of thinking he knew Nygma well enough and just assumed he was some harmless schmuck he could easily get over on.
Conclusion:
“If you’re so smart, why aren’t you rich” was generally well received by fans of the show and went down in history as one of the most memorable episodes of the entire series. I give this cautionary tale of greed, guilt and doubt in one’s own potential a five out of five good night’s sleep, and I’ll see you on the next one.
I know that as men we are taught to be stoic. From a very early age we are taught to compromise our safety, comfort, and mental health for the women and children in the village. “Take it like a man, with a stiff upper lip,” they say.
Your nerves are constantly being tested since your first day of kindergarten, always trying to see if they can make you flinch. But did you know that everything in life has a set amount of mileage? Life is all about balancing time versus mileage and the body keeps score.
There are usually two ways that men cope with life’s challenges. The first and most common way is to ward off any threat, real or perceived by being the loudest one in the room, always trying to be “that guy.” This is always unprovoked as that is the energy that they lead with by default whenever they enter any room.
The second way is to be stoic. To act like something doesn’t bother you. To not show emotions. But did you know that when you do that, you are buying them extra time to take more jabs at you? And although you may not feel them now, you will definitely be paying for them on the back end.
Don’t take what I am saying out of context. If someone puts hands on you, then obviously fuck them up. But if all they are doing is spewing words, you can afford to be stoic to some extent.
Though what is the point of being stoic all the time, and just letting someone’s mouth run like a dia-river (river of diarrhea), and you just sit there and take it?
That is very taxing on your mental health and will only allow resentment to fester overtime. Not only that, but it’s also reconditioning your mind to accept learned helplessness overtime. That may work for women but it’s not going to work for men.
Do you see how that is a sunk cost fallacy? When in fact, there is a third way that is not commonly explored. A way that is far more effective than standing there taking it with a stiff upper lip, but what many view as cowardice.
Why not simply walk away? A part of granting yourself the permission to exist is also granting yourself the permission to walk away without having to explain yourself to anyone, or without compromising yourself in any other way.
The loudest one in the room is not the bravest, he is the most insecure and the stupidest. Empty barrels make the most noise. Walking away is standing up for yourself, the ultimate form of stoicism.
But what does walking away actually look like? Here are some examples; declining the invitation, being strategic while you’re out indulging, ending toxic friendships, name changes and cutting off toxic relatives, firing your toxic boss and denouncing all religions.
So now you’re probably thinking, “What do you want us to do, just sit in a corner by ourselves and sulk?” To which I would reply, your isolation arc is your villain arc, and it takes a certain kind of person who is perfectly willing to embrace their villain arc.
You are going to piss off a lot of selfish people when you finally choose yourself over loyalty to friends, family and society. They are going to label you as weird, selfish, anti-social or somehow socially awkward. They are going to laugh at you and make a mockery of all your dreams, goals, and aspirations.
Understand that this is all done intentionally to break your spirit and your will, and only a true villain won’t care either way. If you are not the villain of their story, you will become the villain of yours.
Now you must decide for yourself whether you will practice martyrdom, or true stoicism within its proper context.
Have you noticed racial disparities pertaining to life expectancy among males? Does it seem like black men in the United States, or the west in general, typically do not live long compared to other races of men, or even their female counterparts?
Well it is not just a feeling. Statistics prove that Black men in the United States live an average of 69 years compared to 75 years for White men, and 82 years for Asian men.
Only Native Americans have a lower life expectancy with an average of 63 years. But what are some of the factors that contribute to a disparity of life expectancy among the races?
Speaking specifically to my brothers, how many of you remember seeing your fathers and uncles stressing over bills and rent while growing up? Then to add to that, there are TV tropes that perpetuate that stereotype within the context of popular culture. Most notably James Evans (John Amos) from “Good Times,” always stressing over the light bill and the goddamned rent.
That sort of stress on a continual basis can lead to several ailments such as cancer, morbid obesity and hypertension. In addition to that, men tend to cope with stress by drinking, smoking and eating unhealthy foods (Brooklyn dollar slices I’m looking at you), or whatever else they can afford that further exacerbates these ailments within our bodies.
Another factor at play is the tendency to have multiple children by multiple women that often stems from teenage peer pressure. This also adds to stress that bachelors have the luxury of avoiding, and by time the four and the zero is looking right back at us, we are already experiencing several avoidable complications that are disproportionate in comparison to men of other races.
As a Black man, I spent my early twenties living in Brooklyn where I witnessed many of these unadvisable life choices in full effect. As a Jamaican, I have witnessed more or less the same kind of life choices that influenced much of my early life (womanizing and rum drinking), but with the added detail of having access to some of the rarest and most exotic botanical blessings on the face of the earth.
No one who lives on an island surrounded by palm trees where it’s always summer should be dying from cancer and heart disease, nor should they suffer from depression.
We grow ackee and breadfruit. Our seafood is freshly sourced from some of the most bountiful rivers on earth, and we make quite literally everything from scratch. We blend a nice batch of carrot juice to have with our rice and peas on a Sunday evening.
We truly are the land of wood and water. So then what gives? Are we choosing to ignore our botanical blessings? Or do we take it for granted until the moment we get on the plane and all that good stuff goes away?
How long has Rastafari been preaching that Ital is vital? How long have they been burning out babylon pork, and people used to scorn them and cut off their dreadlocks? Although I am not a Rastafarian, I do respect a lot of what they say, and I take the good from the bad.
Not everyone can be a Rastafarian, but every Black man can embrace softness. We have the kind of capitalism in America that allows us the privilege to create several passive income streams that lead to intergenerational wealth.
The same capitalism that allows your landlord to raise the rent while your boss strategically cuts your hours, also allows you to register the trademark and patent for all your creative endeavors while enjoying the rights to said work for the entire duration of your life plus seventy years, so then do exactly that.
What we need is a soft wife, a soft life, and soft work that feels more rewarding than punishing. Soft life IS the answer to our health and lifestyle disparity. A little wine every once in a blue, nothing excessive. Fresh, healthy meals made from scratch, and with love.
Refreshing, Jazz infused Monday mornings filled with sunshine, coffee and long walks along the coastline. We already have enough opposition from the world, the last thing we need now is internal opposition.
With the recent death of Pope Francis on April 21 at the age of 88, there is some speculation as the world awaits his successor. This is the time for a changing of the guard, and what better time there is than now for me to offer up a few suggestions pertaining to my hope for the future of the catholic church. The suggestions I have in mind are quite controversial, so let me first give a disclaimer.
In no way am I religious, and I personally do not care what the church does, but a lot of people in this modern age still believe in religion, and I respect that. To each his own. On the other hand, the church has a lot of influence on the world stage.
If they have that much influence, they should be setting a good example, but the catholic church has not been able to escape the numerous sex abuse scandals throughout the years, most notably under the watch of Benedict XVI that led to his untimely resignation. I think I have the solution, and as controversial as it may be, I hope you will consider it.
First of all, may I suggest making history once again, this time by selecting a Black pope? If Obama could become America’s first Black president, Megan Markle could be the first woman of mixed heritage who marries into British royalty, and Pope Francis could become the first Hispanic pope, then certainly there can also be a Black pope. It would add a lot more respect to our image in the world, and set another example to the youth as to what they can achieve.
Therefore, I am suggesting for there to be a black pope, and one who allows priests and nuns to marry. I am of the view that many of the sex abuse scandals in the church are directly caused by sexual frustration that arise from priests not being allowed to marry, and that cases of sex abuse within the church would drastically diminish if they were allowed to marry.
What was even the point of priestly celibacy within the catholic church in the first place? How is it that protestant ministers are allowed to marry, but not catholic priests? This is why people think that catholics are a bunch of pedophiles and homosexuals.
Sexual desire is like a powerful volcanic eruption that is not to be trifled with, and trying to pretend otherwise can truly torture your soul. I believe that the subsect of the population who truly possesses the discipline to effectively maintain celibacy are very few and far between.
If you are not one of them, then you are playing with your own head by believing that you are, and if you want to play with your head, the least you can do is grab some lotion and excuse yourself to the restroom, don’t forget the magazines.
Let the masters of celibacy join the priesthood, it is not for everyone. But even so, they can still relax some of their rules. There are some who truly want to dedicate their lives to service, but the number one thing that’s stopping them is the rule of celibacy.
My hope is that the future pope, whomever he may be, will consider this article, and follow in the lead of the late Pope Francis who had already begun relaxing some of the rules by allowing some men in very few locations to join the priesthood after they were already married.
If not, then why not allow them to hire escorts to satisfy their needs? As blasphemous as that may sound, it’s still better than to allow for the very preventable abuse of some poor alter boy.
The only thing I can think of that’s better than that is for religion as a whole to be done away with as the masses begin to awaken to the power of their own potential, and seek truth from within.
It is the end of the month, and time for another review. Our muse for the month of April is Walter White, the tragic antihero protagonist of “Breaking Bad,” portrayed by Bryan Cranston. Spoilers are ahead, so I recommend watching the entire series before reading or watching any reviews for it.
Breaking Bad was an American television crime drama created by Vince Gilligan. It lasted for five seasons between 2008 and 2013, and featured high school chemistry teacher Walter White (Bryan Cranston), who became a notorious meth dealer and went by the alias “Heisenberg,” after being diagnosed with lung cancer on his 50th birthday.
It all started one day when Walt’s brother in law, Hank Schrader (Dean Norris) went on a sting and took him along for the ride. While waiting in the car, Walt spotted one of his former students, Jesse Pinkman (Aaron Paul) as he was attempting to flee the scene of the sting. Walt confronted Pinkman and blackmailed him into helping him sell crystal meth. The deal was that Walt cooks, and Jesse sells.
In that moment, Walt broke bad, and it wasn’t long before the middle-aged, middle-classed suburban school teacher was boondocking in the deserts outside of Albuquerque, cooking methamphetamine out of an RV.
Walt would soon clash with other dealers such as Tuco Salamanca (Raymond Cruz) and Gustavo Fring (Giancarlo Esposito), often involving conflicts of interest relating to deals they made. But what made Walt break bad? Was his midlife crisis caused by a surprising cancer diagnosis, or was that only the trigger for a much deeper cause?
Before the beginning of the series, Walt had one third stakes in “Gray Matter,” a tech startup that he co-founded along with Elliot (Adam Godley) and Gretchen Schwartz (Jessica Hecht). Not only was Walt one of Gray Matter’s co-founders, but he was also engaged to Gretchen at some point.
Eventually, he sold his share of Gray Matter for five thousand dollars and ghosted Elliot and Gretchen. As soon as Walt’s back was turned, Elliot married Gretchen and Gray Matter took off into a multi-billion dollar industry.
Walt felt like he was robbed of his chance in life to make it big. He felt cheated by the very people he once thought were his friends. He grew bitter and resentful towards Elliot and Gretchen, and blamed them for ruining his chance.
On his fiftieth birthday, the cancer diagnosis he received was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Something inside of him snapped when he realized that he spent his entire life being a husband, father and a schoolteacher, and had nothing to show for it. Not only that, but he was about to die, and had nothing to show for his life.
This kind of thing can torture a man’s soul, and it caused him to reflect on all of his life’s mistakes. He ultimately chose to break bad in an attempt to chase after the laughing phantom of his youth.
Initially, Walt started cooking crystal meth in order to ensure that his family would be in want for nothing after he was dead. However, the last time he saw his wife Skylar (Anna Gunn) towards the end of the series, Walt finally confessed that he wanted to build his own empire in order to compensate for selling his shares in Gray Matter. But above all else, he simply liked the thrill of the hunt.
And there you have it folks, the real reason why Walter White broke bad. This is similar to an episode of “Batman: The Animated Series,” titled, “If you are so smart, why aren’t you rich.” In this episode, Edward Nygma (John Glover) dons his riddler alter ego for the first time to exact vengeance against his boss, Daniel Mockridge (Gary Frank) for firing him and stealing his intellectual property. Another muse deserving its own review.
Why did Walt sell his Gray Matter Share?
Walt abruptly broke up with Gretchen after spending a fourth of July weekend with her wealthy family. He sold his Gray Matter share to Elliot shortly thereafter, who subsequently started dating Gretchen, and made her a business partner.
It was never really explained during the show’s run why Walt ghosted Gretchen so abruptly, but there is a very plausible fan theory out there suggesting that he felt insecure and inadequate in comparison to her wealthy family.
What might have been?
If Walt didn’t sell his share in Gray Matter, he and Gretchen would have definitely taken off in every meaningful way possible. He might have never met Skylar. But then again, he probably wouldn’t care too much about starting an affair with Skylar if he’d met her after he was already sitting on top of a billion dollar dynasty.
The problem is that he didn’t believe in what was possible. He didn’t believe in him and Gretchen as an item, he didn’t believe in the vision they shared for the future of the company, and he allowed his doubts and insecurities to get in the way of what was possible.
Personal Takeaway:
The cautionary tale of Walter White serves to remind us to believe in what might be possible, and to be wary of friends who do not share our vision. Walt could have been living the good life, but instead he ended up venturing down a very dark path that he responded to by turning to a life of crime.
Whatever you do, if you have an idea that you know could be worth millions in the long run, do not allow others to buy you out. You had best believe that they see your vision too, and they want to reap all the benefits for themselves without putting in the blood, sweat and tears that’s required to thoroughly earn it. They have no problem paying you ten thousand dollars today, just so they can legally exclude you from ten million dollars tomorrow. They are not your friends.
Also, never enter into any deals that require you to give up ownership of your intellectual properties. I recommend retaining creative control so that you can keep earning royalties for the rest of your life plus seventy years. Speaking of royalties, make sure that you copyright your intellectual property. You can do so by visiting https://www.copyright.gov.
All in all, the Elliot and Gretchen story arc in Breaking Bad was an eye opening cautionary tale. I give it a 5 out of 5 blue crystal rocks, and I’ll see you on the next one.
The #SoftLife movement is taking over the world by storm. Whenever people think about someone living a soft life, they picture a white woman, or even a black woman for that matter.
The specific stereotype is usually that of an ultra feminine white woman who inherited all her wealth from daddy, or an educated black woman who earned her wealth at some point after escaping an abusive upbringing full of hard knocks, and now she can travel the world on her own time and dine in style on her own dime.
Those stereotypes are harmful in and of themselves because not only do they reduce the individual down to solely their race, but they also discount everybody else having a similar experience. As harmful as those stereotypes are, none of them are quite as harmful as the racist belief that black men are just not meant to live a soft life.
The reason why that view is racist is because it limits the black man solely to a life of servitude to everybody else besides himself, and that judgement is based on no other reason besides his race and gender, and with zero consideration as to what he has to say about it.
The world is of the insanely rigid view that their comfort and convenience should be achieved on the backs of black men. They dread the day that they will be forced to share their privilege with us, and will defend that status quo with their lives.
They also have an idea of how a black man ought to behave based on negative stereotypes in the media that harms us rather than help us to progress.
Negative stereotypes such as the tatted up black thug in the projects, the pornographic stereotype of the BBC, or a more archaic stereotype of the fat, greasy, blue-collar worker who is always caught sleeping on the job and eating watermelons all day, and they expect us to keep perpetuating that stereotype for their own benefit.
So when they discover otherwise upon meeting you, they try to discourage your grace and elegance, first by acting like you are lame or awkward for being that way, before ultimately seeking to destroy you for it.
At the same time, they expect you to pedestalize and entertain them at work all day. That is why it infuriates them internally when all you want is to be left alone to perform an honest day’s work, get paid and go home.
That is not something I would ever consent to in my right mind, simply because I am nobody’s dancing monkey. And not only that, but it also rudely interrupts the plans I have for my own life, which is to live as soft a life as is possible on this prison planet until I croak.
Life is too short, and we are here for a good time, not a long time. So if living a soft life as a black man in America somehow makes me selfish, so be it. After all that I have been through in my own lifetime alone, the least you can do is stay out the fucking way and allow me the space and mental bandwith to eke out my own path. No one said you had to like me.
The first step towards living a soft life as a black man is to remain cognizant of the fact that these racist motherfuckers are not your friends, they expect you to amuse them. If you let people get inside your head, it could cost you your life.
Secondly, stop working for these racist corporations who want to silently murder you with poverty and overwork. With poverty and overwork comes stress, with stress comes illness, and with illness comes the greater likelihood of ending up in an early grave.
Thirdly, everybody on the planet was born with a unique gift, whether or not they choose to answer the call. Do some soul searching to discover your own unique gift, and then monetize it. The last thing they want is for the black man in America to buy his own house and start his own business. Well I say give ‘em hell, it literally keeps them up at night. Take your revenge.
Fourthly, when you are no longer under socio-economic stress all the time, threats against you may become more legal, perhaps even criminal. Tread carefully on the surface of this planet, remain ever vigilant and keep a low profile at all times, which brings me to my fifth point.
Stay away from troubled people, and most important of all, make sure that they stay away from you, too. If you are a strong, intelligent and elegant black man like I am, you do not fit with the proletariat of society, or who we call normies here on this blog site.
They are a classless bunch of weirdos with bad manners and bad hygiene, compared to you who is the male equivalent of a triple threat. Be careful of the bars, clubs and restaurants that you frequent. Be careful of the kind of women you choose to date.
The normies will gain access to you at these venues, and through some of these women if they can no longer gain access to you at work. Same as how threats against you will become more legal when they can no longer get you fired. But then again your tastes should evolve as you become more of a hedonistic connoisseur.
There is a reason why celebrities walk with an entourage, or why a presidential caravan doesn’t reveal which one of the cars the president is riding in. I’m not saying that you should do the same, but when you start frequenting more high class establishments, the normies won’t be able to reach you then, because they simply cannot afford it.
Speaking of women, many male celebrities end up becoming shrouded in scandal because they cannot control where they stick their dicks. From Cosby to Kelly to Bryant, the scandals keep coming, and have been proven rather harmful to their reputation.
Whether or not the accused is actually guilty of the allegations doesn’t change the fact that their names would have never been called if they did not go there to begin with.
There is only a certain caliber of woman whom you can safely sleep with going forward. Pretty little normies are only there for the money and attention. Where the hell were they on your absolute worst days when you were getting it out the mud, and didn’t much feel like being alive?
Finally, do some more soul searching, but more so as it relates to your tastes and preferences this time. The first step in doing so is to remember when you were daydreaming as a kid about your adult life in the future.
What were the details of some of those fantasies and how can you tweak it to make it work in the world as you now understand it? Your fantasies were not complete back then. There were many missing details because your imagination wasn’t fully developed.
You must now decide for yourself if there is anything you would add to, or subtract from your fantasy now compared to before, and then make your dreams a reality. Your inner child is starving for his dreams to be validated, and it’s time you stop ignoring him for the sake of other people’s egos and expectations, for you too are worthy.
Soft life is not exclusive to any single group. It is the reward for making all the right decisions within a market as capitalistic as the American economy.
Have you ever applied for a job, then when you follow up for an interview, you are told that the position has already been filled? It’s either that or they don’t even bother to reply.
Do you find that this happens a lot more often than normal? Is it just you, or is something else going on not too far beneath the surface that might not readily cross your mind?
Many companies have a practice of uploading a job posting to your typical search site, but they are not currently hiring for the position. So then why even post if they are not ready to hire?
The most common reason given by news reports covering the topic is that employers want to get a feel of the market just to see how many people are in need.
Although I am certain they must get a giant ego trip out of feeling depended upon for basic human sustenance, the primary reason for them doing so is so they can have an aggregate of potential applicants to pull from in the event of an emergency vacancy within their company.
And while that is understandable, the bait and switch element of that hiring practice poses many undue hardships for job applicants, including but not limited to; applicants feeling like they wasted their time when they could have applied elsewhere, mounting frustration from being unable to differentiate between real and fake ads, it creates the need to compete more intensely than normal often pushing ethical boundaries, especially if you have many little mouths to feed, and last but not least, a deferral of hope that sickens the heart, causing many applicants to give up, the worst of them all, especially if they have been hungrily job hunting for a while now.
The thing to keep in mind is that employers do not care about your needs. They will always act in their own best interest. Perhaps I should say that they will NEVER act in your best interest. They HATE you. If this doesn’t prove it, I don’t know what will. Why would anyone want to work for an enemy unless they were a sycophantic masochist?
As a sidebar, if you have many little mouths to feed, you really shouldn’t be working for anyone. I have literally seen pregnant women get fired in the middle of winter.
This statement is not meant to excuse accountability if someone deserves to get fired, but it simply supports the notion that accountability can be redirected to securing sustainable income outside of employment.
Which is why I keep emphasizing that one must remain resilient and eke out a living based on the gifts one was born with. Imagine how many hurdles you could dodge just by remaining committed to this principle. Imagine how much red tape wouldn’t even phase you.
Your world would have been different, and with that new world comes a host of new problems. As bad as those problems might be, getting the runaround and having someone waste your time would not be one of them.
Sending out multiple resumes hoping that at least one of them bites your bait would definitely not be one of them. Not only that, but you would have the necessary resources to put out those much bigger fires whenever they do arise.
There are plenty of amazingly gifted and talented people who are asleep at the wheel. Do you not know who you are? Did you truly believe that nature formed your bodies only for it to be broken by a disgusting bunch of sadistic pigs? Only normies work for other people. Let them fight over crumbs.
Just think that if I had only answered my calling since the time that I had first come of age, I wouldn’t even know what a bait and switch job posting is. I wouldn’t care, and when I eventually came across the news report, I would have been appalled, unlike now.
That is but one example of all the bullshit you have to deal with when you serve other people in a subservient way. The only benefit that comes from me living in this godforsaken timeline is that I am not naive. If you don’t build your dreams, others will hire you to build theirs.
I have come to find that in recent years, employers often complain that people don’t want to work anymore. The first time that I heard them complain was during the Covid pandemic of 2020 that created a labor shortage on a massive scale.
People returned to work the following year, hoping that things would be different, but were only met with more disrespect than ever before. They were now puzzled as to what happened.
We were all kind of hoping that the pandemic would humble our employers somewhat, and that they were calling us to return to work with a different approach in mind. But the opposite was proven to be true as greed and corruption was at an all time high.
Now there seems to be a mass exodus as people are walking off these jobs left and right. Employers are once again complaining that people don’t want to work anymore.
Only now, with the pandemic out the way, they make it sound like people don’t want to work because they are lazy. But are the people truly lazy? Funny how employers neglect to tell you about the part that they played in the mass exodus.
There was a time in America when the 40 hour work week was sustainable. In 1982, a guy could work 40 hours a week in a factory or warehouse, or as a mailman, and was able to afford a car and a house in the suburbs with a nicely manicured lawn, and a white picket fence.
He had a tradcon wife who could afford to stay home and bake pies all day, a couple of kids and a dog. He was able to live the American dream solely off his factory salary with a few extra perks, and then retire comfortably after thirty years with a lifelong pension. It was fucking beautiful.
Not only that, but on a more social level people were generally more decent and respectful despite basic human shortcomings.
Fast forward to 2025, and it’s damn near impossible to buy a house, the rent is through the roof, minimum wage is higher than ever before but inflation quickly wipes it out all the same.
On a more antisocial level, people are stupid and racist, and one is literally punished for even daring to believe that they are allowed to live a half-decent quality of life. Employees are treated like expendable cattle, surveillance is gradually chipping away at your rights to privacy, and some of the absolute most despicable people on the planet seem to hold all the cards.
This new system is more oligarchal, the former was capitalism. That is the kind of paradigm shift that occurs whenever one’s culture is infiltrated by an enemy. This is nothing new. It has happened time and again throughout all of history, but now is America’s turn.
For 18 years, I have been living in the very spot where the United States was once located, and I want to find my way back to the United States. Now we can either live in a cabin in the woods, and live like it’s 1982, or we can learn as much as we possibly can about this “brave” new world and find a way to make it work somehow.
I believe that people are inherently innovative. Once you become truly motivated and you are in the mode, it is next to impossible to be lazy. It often gets to where people have to literally beg you to take a break, or go to bed for the night.
People have to literally drag you to the dinner table and spoon feed you at that point. Once you get to that level, laziness takes on a whole new meaning because neglecting your physical upkeep is also a form of laziness.
It isn’t that people don’t want to work, they just don’t want to be abused by a blasted bunch of ingrates who themselves are lazy. If push comes to shove, they would rather live in their damned cars before they swallow another ounce of disrespect.
Why were they even begging us to return to work if they neither value, nor appreciate us? We are tired of being abused. We want to work, but not for other people. We want to work for ourselves.
We don’t want change, we want things to be different. Because if you say you want change, don’t get upset when the man tosses some literal change in your direction. What may be a small fortune to you is only a tax write-off for him.
We want to earn an honest living instead of feeling peer pressured into playing office politics and sick mind games with a bunch of stupid fakes all day. Imagine a work day where all you literally had to do was show up on time, clock in, do your job, get paid a sustainable wage and bounce.
When last I checked, it was much later than June 19, 1865, but it has become painfully obvious to me that they are attempting to sneak slavery in through the back door by means of oligarchism.
Only this time, it’s not just the black man who will be enslaved, but members of every race who don’t achieve financial freedom up until a certain deadline that is set to occur in the not so distant future.
But it is our responsibility to do some soul searching in order to discover our respective niche, and then create a successful business around that niche. Or did you truly believe that nature formed our bodies just for them to be broken by a greedy, sadistic bunch of pigs, all in the name of profit?
We were all born with one unique gift, or another. The problem is that most people tend to neglect their gift, often due to a misguided sense of envy towards another person’s gift.
As such, they end up being stuck competing in the deadly rat race for scarce benefit and spoils where they are surrounded by a bunch of rat bastards, a difficult cycle to break free from.
When people think about creativity, they instantly assume that it means they will become famous, and not everyone wants to be famous. Some people truly cannot handle fame. But what they fail to realize is that their gift doesn’t necessarily have to be an Oscar worthy talent.
Perhaps you have liked baking, or interior decorating since childhood. Perhaps you have always liked carving shapes into wood, doing so comes naturally for you. And so you practice everyday a little at a time, not realizing that it will make you a truly legendary carpenter someday.
Practicing your gift may not grant you A list level fame, but you will nonetheless be famous and highly sought after in some niche circles. Whatever may be, as the saying goes; if you don’t work on your own dreams, someone else will hire you to work on theirs. And while you are working overnight, holidays and weekends for time and a half, they are on a yacht with their girlfriends (or yours), sipping champagne and living the soft life laughing at you.
If doing some soul searching to discover your niche is your ticket to financial freedom, wouldn’t you take it? Imagine living a soft life of your own where your financial security is not contingent upon pretending to like the people who utterly despise you.
Finally, let me close by reiterating the question that is the title of this article — is it true that nobody wants to work anymore? The answer is an astounding no. People do want to work, just not for any of you.
March 31, 1995, the day the music died. Thirty years later, her murderer is eligible for parole, and is not the least bit remorseful. But what a coincidence that her parole eligibility concurs with the thirtieth anniversary.
It is the end of the month, and time once again for our monthly review here on this site.
Our muse for the month of March is Selena, the Tejana singer whose promising life was tragically cut short in 1995 at the hands of Yolanda Saldivar, her deranged fan club leader turned agent whose obsession with Selena bordered on psychosis, and led her to commit the unthinkable.
Tomorrow is the thirtieth anniversary of the death of Selena, and a fitting time to reflect on what happened, why it happened, and why it is a cautionary tale for those who may be a bit too easily trusting.
Origins:
Selena Quintanilla, known simply by her stage name, Selena, was a Mexican-American singer, the youngest of three children born to Abraham and Marcella Quintanilla on April 16, 1971 in Freeport, Texas.
Her father, Abraham, who is himself a musician, discovered Selena’s musical talent when she was six years of age, and would often allow his children to perform at his restaurant. However, the family relocated to Corpus Christi, Texas in 1981 after falling on hard times.
While there, Abraham promoted Selena Y Los Dinos, a newly formed band that started out by performing on street corners and at weddings before releasing their first album, which was the same name as their band in 1984.
Selena soon became a household name in the “Tejano” genre, and went on to producing several other albums, including; Dulce amor in 1988, Selena in 1989, her debut solo album, and Dreaming of You in 1995, released posthumously.
A match made in hell:
Selena first crossed paths with Yolanda Saldivar after Saldivar attended one of her concerts during the early 1990s. It was not long after that Saldivar started a fan club for Selena with the permission of Selena’s father who was still her manager at the time, and appointed herself as the club’s president.
Saldivar soon relocated from San Antonio to Corpus Christi with the intent of getting closer to Selena, and was soon seen everywhere with her, always by her side. Saldivar eventually became Selena’s agent as well as the manager for her clothing boutique, Selena’s Etc.
By then, Saldivar had become too overly involved in all of Selena’s affairs for someone who Selena barely knew. But it was too late, Selena was already in too deep.
What happened?
On the morning of Friday, March 31, 1995, Selena agreed to meet Saldivar alone at a motel in Texas in order to question her about the possibility that Saldivar was embezzling money from her boutique and fan club.
At some point during the altercation, Selena was shot in the shoulder and rushed to a nearby hospital where she was pronounced dead later that afternoon after several failed attempts to revive her. She was just two weeks shy of her 24th birthday.
Saldivar was finally apprehended by police and the FBI after a nine hour standoff that was eerily similar to the OJ Simpson standoff the year prior. She was subsequently tried in a court of law, found guilty by a jury of her peers, and sentenced to life in prison with the possibility of parole after thirty years.
The mind of a murderer:
Saldivar had intentionally set out from day one to make Selena her muse whether or not she was willing, and she was granted unearned access into Selena’s life much too easily. Saldivar developed an obsession with the power of Selena’s charisma, and the fact that she was able to attract a large audience from all walks of life.
She envied Selena. She wanted that power all to herself. Otherwise she wanted to go down in history as the one who was solely responsible for erasing the grace and charisma that was Selena from the face of the earth, forever.
Saldivar knew that doing so would make her famous, and she is correct because isn’t she now famous? It is important to note that there are some who want to eat off your name by any means necessary, and they don’t care how they do it. The end justifies the means.
These are very dangerous people because they have made up their minds that they have nothing to lose from destroying the life of their muse. And if they cannot become famous, they will gladly settle for being infamous, even if they have to be infamous behind bars. It’s worth it to them.
What made it possible?
I believe that Selena was a bit naive and too overly trusting of the intentions of a stranger. First of all, she didn’t know this woman from a can of paint. What made her think that she could trust Saldivar enough to grant her unearned access into her life?
Secondly, there are some who believe that her father was too controlling and mistrustful, and I can understand if perhaps Selena wanted to venture out on her own, and develop her own sense of identity.
But at the tender age of 23 years, Selena couldn’t possibly be hip to all the ways of human nature. Her early success and support from her father had afforded her a rather sheltered life that the average 23 year old is not privy to in this world.
Thirdly, trusting people is dangerous in general, but this is especially true if you are who some may call a “chosen one.” In other words, if you are gifted and you know exactly who you are, and you choose to answer the calling that was placed on your life since birth to achieve something exceptional on the world stage.
All normies are fake, stupid and unoriginal, hence why they are normies to begin with. So if you are not a normie, you are therefore eccentric without any effort. You stick out like a sore thumb and human predators can spot you coming ten miles away.
People will make you their muse and create agendas around your life for their own benefit. In short, if you are on stage you are already enough of a target as it is, and human nature is fickle and peculiar, so you must expect the agendas to come, and thus respond by enforcing thorough access control.
Even if Selena did not want to rely too much on her father, she could have asked one of her former band members, or someone with whom she is already familiar to help her run her business and her fan club. But instead, she chose to involve someone whose intentions were not clear to her.
Fourthly, Yolanda told Selena to meet her at a motel, and to come alone, and Selena agreed. She should have reminded Yolanda that she doesn’t give the orders around here, and then ordered Yolanda to meet her on her own terms, with eyewitnesses present. Whenever someone says, “meet me at some random, sleazy motel off the freeway, and come alone,” it’s usually trouble.
Personal Takeaway:
Predators like to heat check their targets before going in for the kill, just to see who they can target, and what they can get away with. When they see that you are famous, talented and boundaryless, that is every predator’s wet dream.
They don’t always get the target they want, sometimes they have to settle for who they can get, otherwise they would go without. You can disarm them by learning all that you can about human nature, and by asserting an impenetrable fortress of steel around you at all times. Don’t be their wet dream, become their worst nightmare.
Possibility of Parole:
Saldivar would have become eligible for parole as of today’s date, March 30. However, the Texas parole board rejected Saldivar’s parole petition a few days ago on March 27.
This is a most welcome move on their part as setting Selena’s murderer free so close to the anniversary of her death would have been an insult to her fans and loved ones, and above all else, her memory. Saldivar will again be eligible for parole in five years, and I hope that good sense prevails once again. She is to remain behind bars until her final breath.
Thirty years later, where might she have been:
Selena would have turned 54 years of age two weeks from now on April 16. I can envision a happy life where she would have been married with kids. By now, her kids would be grown with kids of their own, which would have made Selena a grandmother.
And with numerous album releases throughout the years, her career would likely have catapulted into mainstream success, the likes of which would have only been matched by the success of Beyonce. She might have eventually landed a couple of roles on daytime soaps, plus numerous film and television cameos.
Conclusion:
In closing, let me say that I am not fear mongering in any way, I am simply saying to be careful when dealing with strangers, and remember to keep those boundaries up. I give this true crime cautionary tale on trust and boundaries a four out of five double pepperoni thin crust pizzas.
Thank you all for reading, and I will see you on the next one.
