The Buckinchere Transcendence

Tag: Soft Life

  • Plate vs. Sandwich — The elegance of food

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    B. Lorenzo Buckinchere

    Mar 1, 2026

    In the hustle and bustle of modern life, most people can hardly find the time to enjoy a decent meal. It’s just grab and go! Pizza? Sandwiches? Wraps? You name it! Anything that can be eaten on the go. And don’t even mention breakfast. Outside of the south, breakfast is just one giant sugar rush.

    But did you know that if you don’t take the time to signal to your brain that it’s time to eat, it may lead to anxiety, and indigestion, among other complications? That is because your stomach is trying to digest while you are still working, so it’s going into overdrive.

    That is one of the main problems with the status quo of the modern American workforce, and the work schedules of most blue-collar employees, even entry-level white-collar.

    I was not shocked, though still amazed to learn that two-hour lunch breaks are customary in Paris. They have enough time for some wine and croissants with a four-course meal, then maybe go for a walk before returning to the office.

    Two hours lunch breaks in Paris, but only a 30 minute unpaid break in California. And even then, they literally had to charge companies a penalty if the employee’s break is cut short by even a minute.

    Ever since we started prioritizing productivity over things such as, health, family, and community, art and elegance has been scornfully discarded, and our health and palate both suffer because of it.

    We have been so deeply conditioned to accept things that are ugly; ugly cities, ugly buildings, ugly cars (have you seen the stupid, rectangular Tesla trucks?), ugly language, and now, ugly food, that we don’t even know what’s good anymore.

    And anyone who threatens the order by calling this shit out, is ostracized for it, and labeled a heretic. Or in modern terms, a weirdo “Quit being a sore loser, dude!”

    Men in particular get the worst of it. We are expected to be the rock of an ungrateful civilization, bearing all of the burden, yet we have no moral support whenever we do burn out, and you wonder why our wives often live longer than us.

    Can you imagine eating a sandwich and a beer for dinner? Yet there are many who do exactly that, so long as their bellies are full.

    As we collectively raise the consciousness of this plain, and transcend from employment to creativity, I invite you to eat your lunch as you would your dinner.

    Slow down to a walk. Sit around the table versus sitting on a couch in front of the television. Put on some jazz and pour yourself a glass of wine. I know you’re probably hungry, but don’t forget to shift the drapes, or turn on the lamp if it’s cloudy.

    Choose steak or salmon over a hamburger. Choose spaghetti over pizza. Choose roast potatoes over a sandwich, or anything gluten related. Plate it to artisan standards, and drizzle some pan drippings over the sliced meat. No heavy gravies necessary unless that truly fits your palate.

    Chew thirty-two times before swallowing. Pause and give your brain a minute to catch up. Then you can take-in another forkful versus shoveling grub like you’re in a military mess hall.

    Sip your wine, not chug it. Even if it’s beer, still sip it. It’s ok to indulge in slow mornings. Speaking of mornings, have your lunch a little earlier than your boss would allow. I would say 11 instead of 12. What say you?

    By the way, I’m not French, I’m Jamaican. But manners and elegance transcends national boundaries. So does health and comfort. The French may have invented elegance, but why let them monopolize it?

    The world is brutal enough as it is without you adding to it with some brutality of your own. I understand that this article may not be for everyone, but I invite you to share with someone you know, and consider the premise of my message for some future time when you are finally ready to take care of yourself.

    It will reduce stress and add years to your life. Take care of yourself, because no one else will.

    Until next time, bon appetite!

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  • Black Men Do NOT live long

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    B. Lorenzo Buckinchere

    May 11, 2025

    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.

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  • Reclaiming our crown — Soft Life for Black Men

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    B. Lorenzo Buckinchere

    Apr 20, 2025

    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.

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