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So, a couple of more unarmed black men are approached for something petty and ultimately gunned down at the hands of cops.  One of many reasons why I wrote about black people being extinct by the Year 2100.

Let me start off, like every other black writer, by saying that I have nothing against the police.  For some reason, people think that if you’re pro-black that you’re anti-white or anti-cop.

That’s just stupid.

Just because you want to stop breast cancer doesn’t mean that you’re all for cervical cancer.  This blog encourages common sense, so those who actually use it before commenting or inboxing me are appreciated.

The Media

First of all, I’m tired of the media regurgitating the same ol’ rhetoric that means nothing.  I’m tired of hearing “It’s time to have the conversation about…”  About what?  We’ve been talking for 60 years and nothing has changed.  The only difference between 1956 and 2016 is that we have the ability to film the killings today.  The only downside to that is how the media exploits it.  They’re the main reason cops are afraid of black men today.  We’re portrayed as predators and the police hunts us down as such.

The officers being shot last night in Dallas was a tragedy.  The media should be bringing their family together via satellite with the family of the unarmed black men who were recently shot to show their similarities.  Instead, they act as if those grieving black families no longer exist.  Because the shooting of cops is more important to them than of unarmed black men.  Black lives don’t matter, but cops lives do.  The value of their lives are unequal in the eyes of the media.  That nonsense is passed on to the American viewers who ultimately start to subconsciously believe the same thing.

The Police

The same police who scream about how snitching is protecting criminals in the black communities are ALWAYS tight-lipped about one of their own who commits an atrocity against an unarmed black man.

Has anyone in the police department ever stood up and said, “my partner was wrong for shooting that man”?

If so, then I’d love to see a video of it because I’ve never seen it.  Police protect their own yet chastise the black community for doing the same.  The irony in that is astounding!  They want black people to help them find cop killers, but won’t help black people find unarmed black men killers.

Black Cops

If you’re a black cop and you don’t speak out against your own people getting killed, then punch yourself in the throat.  It’s a shame that some black cops will protect the law enforcement brotherhood while ignoring their own.  Is this lady the only cop with guts to speak out against the treatment of her own people?  Does it have to be someone in your family before you start to care?

Oh, I almost forgot.  The Commander in Chief needs to take a stand for the killing of black men like he has for the LGBT community’s rights and health care.  Stop ignoring black people, Mr. President.  This has nothing to do with gun control unless you’re going to start taking guns from the police.


This will never end.  It will never end because we will always have an Us. vs. Them mentality.  There is a ton of evidence of blacks snitching on blacks for the greater good.  When police start doing the same with each other, then maybe some trust can be developed.  When police actually start going to jail, then maybe black folks can be alright with the PD.  When the media actually bad mouths police like they did Christopher Dorner (a former black cop), then maybe black people will come around.

Oh, and Christopher Dorner was a terrorist for sure.  But if you think that he’s much different than the cop who shot Philando Castile, then you’re not capable of understanding the point that I’m trying to make.

Good and bad doesn’t have a color, but we don’t treat it that way.  If it were, then armed white men wouldn’t get taken into custody and bought sandwiches while unarmed black men get taken to the coroner with multiple bullet holes in them.


(This is based on a statement given on my radio show a few weeks ago..)

As of late, the country has been focused on the city of Baltimore. However, very few are talking about how a man died and the police’s role, if any, in his death. Instead we are pounded with video and photos of rioting. I’ve stated on my show numerous times before that I’m against rioting. I said that I didn’t agree with rioters tearing up their own cities.

That was back during the Trayvon Martin trial. Since then we’ve seen the following:

Victor White III, 22, Iberia Parish, La.—March 22, 2014 The coroner says he shot himself while handcuffed in the back of a police cruiser.

Eric Garner, 43, New York, N.Y.—July 17, 2014 Choked to death by a cop while being restrained by other officers.  Famously known as the “I can’t breathe” killing.

John Crawford III, 22, Beavercreek, Ohio—August 5, 2014 Crawford was fatally shot while carrying a pellet gun in a Wal-Mart. The gun was unsold merchandise and out of its package. A man named Ronald Ritchie told 911 that he looked like he was pointing it at people, but a month later he admitted that Crawford was not pointing the gun at people. Aftermath: No indictment.

Michael Brown, 18, Ferguson, Mo.—August 9, 2014 By now my line of thinking is swaying a bit. I said on the air that I don’t condone rioting, but I would understand it more if people rioted in the communities of the oppressors instead of their own communities. 

Ezell Ford, 25, Los Angeles, Calif.—August 12, 2014 Ford was shot by police who were conducting “an investigative stop.” ” A struggle ensued,” read the LAPD’s news release. Ford’s family members say he was lying down when shot. Aftermath: The LAPD, which hasn’t closed the investigation into Ford’s death, put an indefinite “investigative hold” on the coroner’s autopsy report to prevent witness testimony from being tainted.

Tamir Rice, 12, Cleveland, Ohio—Nov. 22, 2014 Officer Tim Loehmann shot and killed Rice, who was holding a BB gun, seconds after spotting him at a park. This is after a 911 caller told dispatch that they believed that the kid was carrying a toy gun and not a real one.

Rumain Brisbon, 34, Phoenix, Ariz.—Dec. 2, 2014 Brisbon, an unarmed black father of four, was shot to death in when a police officer apparently mistook his bottle of pills for a gun. Aftermath: Pending.

Baltimore, MD then hits the scene with a man who died from serious injuries sustained during an arrest. My stance: I still do not condone rioting. But, for the first time, I understand it. I understand that people have reached a boiling point. Too many unarmed black people are dying at the hands of cops without investigations that make you feel the slightest bit of confidence in the justice system.

Do unarmed white people get shot by police? I’m sure that they do. They probably get shot more than black people because there are a lot more white people than black people in this country. The odds favor that. However, does the media report it when it happens? Absolutely not. It’s not going to get the reaction and ratings as much as an unarmed black person being shot.

Those who know me know that I’m not one to complain unless I have a solution. Did everyone that I named above either commit a crime, tried to run from the police, or tried to resist arrest? Just about all of them did at least one if not all of those things. That still doesn’t give the police the right to shoot them like dogs in the streets though.  However, for those who did either one of those three things, they do have some responsibility in what happened. Now, I’m not talking about the wrong place/wrong time victims. I’m talking about the people who had opportunities to comply and chose not to do so.

My plea to those black men out there now who may get stopped by police: if you comply then you may get a chance to live. You may not be doing anything wrong, but try to stay alive first and save the arguing for the courts.  Ice Cube once rapped that he would rather be “judged by 12 than carried by 6.”  In other words, let a jury decide your fate rather than take matters in your own hands and later be carried by pall bearers.  There’s no sense in being right if you’re dead right.

Next, the police. The ones who are sworn to “protect and serve.” I know that you all are scared. If you’re scared then quit. Policing is not for you. It’s just that simple. Learn how to take subjects down without your gun being a first resort. There are too many weapons from rubber bullets and salt pellets to pepper spray and tasers that you can use to take people down. Even if someone runs from you or even swings on you, you don’t have a right to kill them. They may even deserve to be roughed up and society may even be better off to be rid of them. But, that’s not up to you as a cop. That’s up to a jury. You’re not Judge Dredd.

And lastly, the media. You took a city of 400,000 black people in Baltimore and painted the picture that every last one of them is burning the city down. Let’s be honest: out of those 400,000 black people there may have been 500 or so rioting? To be generous let’s say there were a thousand rioting. 

Don’t act like .0025 of the black population is representing all black people. Especially you, FOX News! 

There are a lot of people trying to peacefully protest yet they always seem to escape your cameras. There are Twitter photos taken by white people of white people looting convenience stores, but those photos don’t represent what the media wants conveyed to the public.

As long as black people are portrayed as the boogeyman the more a cop would prefer to shoot one rather than take a chance to see what his real intent is. We’ve spent days watching videos of cops vs. Black Baltimore. People are criticizing the rioters. People are criticizing those who are criticizing the rioters.

No one is asking the question: why are they so mad? Why are cops so scared? Why is Freddie Gray dead?

I’m guessing a some of you didn’t even know his name.

I don’t understand our justice system.  I went to college and studied it and I still don’t get the law.  Well, I take that back.  I understand the law.  I don’t understand the people who create it without giving it any thought.

The AMBER Alert was created in the 90’s and it stands for America’s Missing: Broadcast Emergency Response.  It’s been working since 1998 and can be a very effective way of alerting citizens to a kidnapping in progress.

Technology allows for AMBER Alerts to broadcast on digital highway signs, television, radio, and even text message alerts.  These messages will generally contain (when applicable) photos of the children, suspect (if one can be obtained), description the vehicle they may be in, and last location seen.  If someone seems anything matching the descriptions then they are to call the police to report their findings.

But, what qualifies for an AMBER Alert?  You would think that any missing kid would, but that’s not the case as seen in the video below:

Why is it that some kids aren’t given the same help as others?  How many minority kids have you seen on Nancy Grace or other news shows?  We need to stop acting as if some children are more important than others.  If you want to discuss this further in detail then comment at the bottom of this page.

Is there ever a situation when an AMBER Alert should not be issued for a child?

As seen on IG

Will and Jada are under investigation by child protective services?  Who would have guessed it?  Actually, as sarcastic as I’m being with that statement, I didn’t actually expect it.  Mainly because I don’t expect anything along the lines of discipline when it comes to celebrities.

Will and Jada give their children the freedom to choose.  Some people actually think that it’s good parenting, but I think that a majority of people don’t like it.  Regardless, they have the right to do whatever it is they want to do (or don’t want to do) when it comes to their kids.  Well, at least until Child Protective Services shows up.  They tend to frown upon 13 year olds laying in bed with shirtless 20 year olds.

There have countless incidents that have made people buzz on Twitter and ask the question, “what are Will and Jada doing?”  Personally, I don’t know, but it’s not the way that I would consider raising my kids if I had any.

There’s a reason that people have to be a certain age to do things like drive, vote, enlist in the military, drink, or even get a hotel room or a rental car.  It’s because with age comes maturity.  Sure, some kids mature faster than others, but realistically, you really don’t see the real world until you’re out of your parents home and supporting yourself.  That’s when adult life lessons begin.

The Smith Kids, Willow and Jaden, are probably bright and worldly kids.  But, they are still kids.  Despite the fact that they’ve made more money than me in their young lives doesn’t make them smart.  It makes them fortunate enough to have rich and connected parents to go with that budding talent.

I hope for the best as far as the outcome of the CPS investigation, but I also hope that it’s a wake up call for Will and Jada.  Parent your kids like you want, but keep that stuff in-house.  Don’t let Instagram be the undoing of your household.  That would just be plain stupid.

Oh, yeah, and to the guy, Moises Arias, in the photo with Willow: you may get a knock at your door, too.  Not from CPS, but from COPS.  They frown upon 13 year olds laying in bed with shirtless 20 year olds, too.  “17 will get you 20,” but 13, dude?

Do you believe that kids should have free will to make their own decisions?

Remember a few weeks ago when I asked you “Would You Go to Jail for a Hamburger?” Well, that was a true story about me avoiding the wrong place at the wrong time. The people in the above video didn’t avoid their situation and it landed them in jail. At least a dozen of them, owing up to $75,000 in child support, were taken into custody after the sting. One of the arrested guys had several hundred dollars in his possession. Another asked after the arrest if he was still getting the tickets. LOL!

Serves them right! Whatever it takes to bring deadbeats to justice, I’m all for it. Kids don’t ask to be here, but some “parents” treat them like accessories. There are too many people who wish they had kids or wish they had custody of their kids, yet these losers choose to not even try.

So, if it takes telling them they won tickets to the Super Bowl, front row seats to the Grammys or a private viewing session with Jenna Jameson of one of her movies, then so be it. Something needs to be done.

“Try on these not-so-kinky handcuffs.”


Would you go to jail for a hamburger? I almost did. I know, I know. You have a confused look on your face, right? Does he love hamburgers that much that he’d do a stint in jail for it? Nah, it’s not what you think. Let me explain how it all went down…

(deep breath)

I’m working for a General Motors company back around ’91. They’re a factory that produces parts for GM vehicles. It’s my 2nd summer working with them, but unlike like last summer, I’m stuck on the overnight shift. I’m working 1030 PM – 7 AM and I absolutely hate it. What makes it so bad is that we only get 30 minutes for lunch. I guess it’s management’s way of making sure we don’t have enough time to actually get some sleep. I can only imagine that an hour of sleep at 330 AM would not lend to much production afterwards.

Since we only get the 30 minute lunch, me and the guys usually bring our lunches from home. The only restaurant near us was a Waffle House and their cook with the Jheri curl and trench coat creeped us out. Yes, dude was a cook and he wore a trench coat. Weird, right? But, there was a Krystal located roughly 10-12 minutes away. For those unfamiliar with Krystal, it’s the South’s version of White Castle.

But, like I said, it’s a 10 – 12 minute trip one way to get there. With only 30 minutes for lunch, we’d spend 20 – 24 minutes on the road with only 6 – 10 minutes left to order our food. Eating wasn’t a concern since you can easily “scarf down” a few Krystal burgers while in transit.

Well, our 3rd night of the summer, four of the five of us didn’t take the time to bring lunch. We were struggling with the decision to go to Waffle House and pray that the cook wouldn’t pull out a saw-offed “shotty” and kill everyone or just going to the vending machine. At that time, one guy whose name I forget, so I’ll call him Dale (in honor of Earnhardt, Sr.), came up with a brilliant idea. “Fellas, I can get us to Krystal,” he started. “I’m not eating Doritos or waffles tonight.”

“How are you going to do it?” another guy asked.

“Just come on,” he said turning towards the punch clock waiting on 330 AM on the dot, “I can get us there.”

Of course, the four of us are intrigued on how he’s going to manage to drive us to Krystal and back in 30 minutes. We follow him to the parking lot and this dude leads us to a blue 1990 Geo Metro. “How are you going to get us to Krystal and back in this (bleeping) thing?” one guy asked.

“Man, just get in, we need every second!” Dale yelled.

Within a couple of minutes, we’re down the windy road leading from the parking lot and onto Highway 80 rolling five-deep in a freakin’ Metro. Dale has to be doing 85-90 mph on a four lane highway with a speed limit of 55. We’re scared to death of being late from lunch, but we manage to get to Krystal at 337 AM! I’m amazed. Not necessarily for how easily we got to Krystal, but for the fact that I just rode in a Metro that topped 85 mph.

We get our order in roughly eight minutes and we’re back in the car and on the road at 347 AM heading back to work. Dale tears down the highway once again with not another set of headlights in sight. We arrive back to work at 355 AM with full bellies and nothing left but colas to finish off.

(Laughing) “Man, I can’t believe you drove like that,” one guy started. “You were wide open!”

Now, as a 20-something at the time, I wasn’t a least bit concerned about the rate of speed we were going. 20-something males are invincible, right? Not! But, they are stupid.

After the successful run, we spent the next two weeks going to Krystal every single work night. The closest we came to being late was 358 AM. Call it Divine Intervention or just dumb luck, but one Tuesday, we congregated around the punch clock waiting on 330 AM. We’re not in a rush this particular night because our manager decided to reward us with an extra 15 minutes for lunch each night this week for being so productive. Dale tells us that his mom had to borrow his car, so one of us would have to drive.

“I’ll drive” a guy named Rick said.

Rick had a 1989 Hyundai Excel and we all piled into it. As we get midway on Highway 80, we notice blue lights ahead. “Aw, snap,” Rick said. “Road block.”

Normally, at this point of our trip to Krystal, Dale comes over this hill rolling around 70 mph. This is normally the stretch of the highway where we can pretty much determine if any cops may be in the area. Needless to say, we’re relieved that this isn’t one of those nights.

We pull up to the road block and the Clinton Police Officer asks to see Rick’s driver’s license. “How’s it going, officer?” Rick asked squinting at the flashlight in his eyes.

“It’s alright, I guess,” the policeman starts. “We’re out here tonight trying to run down some idiot in a blue car who speeds through here like a fool every night.”

The car went silent. Dale is sitting in the middle of the back seat in between me and another guy. Rick, noticing the uncomfortable silence, speaks up, “Oh, re-re-really? W-W-What kind of car?”

The office replied after passing back Rick’s license, “I’m unsure. An off-duty officer saw him two nights in a row while dropping his wife off at work. Said he had to be doing at least 100 mph.”

Again, the car goes “Tell-Tale Heart” with a creepy silence that seems to scream guilt. I’m racking my brain trying to remember ever seeing another car on the road during our “qualifying laps” to Krystal. “Man, that’s messed up, officer,” Rick says.

“Have a good night,” says the officer as he taps the car with his flashlight and waves us on.

We drove 40 mph the rest of the way to Krystal. Had Dale been driving that night during our normal 30 minute lunches, there’s no doubt that he probably would have been arrested for a reckless driving charge and we all would have been out of a job and possibly at the police station with him. In fact, even if he would have been doing the speed limit in his car that night, he still would have probably gotten in some sort of trouble just from his car being recognized.

That next night, a new tradition was started: lunches at the Waffle House.

>Watch this video…

Okay, first of all, what’s up with the brothas with accents in Boba Fett gear? LOL! What club did they attend dressed like that?

Second, here’s a piece of advice to everyone out there: if a cop asks you to turn around, lie down, and / or shut up, then it’s in your best interest to do so. Cops are severely underpaid and under-appreciated. They tend to get agitated with you if you force them to do more than what is necessary. It’s easier to comply and sort things later rather than get rowdy and potentially catch a beat down.

Finally, this is the way news is delivered today. No longer do your local news channel have exclusives. Everyone has a cell phone with a camera, so now, everyone is a reporter. But, despite the fact that there are so many video witnesses, cops don’t appear to be shy when it comes to bringing the pain.

Now, as far as the video is concerned, I don’t think the police had the situation under control and that’s why it got out of hand. There was no reason to struggle with the lady like they did. Because he appeared to be upset with her being stubborn, he lost his cool and his aggressiveness provoked the actions of the lady who intervened. In a situation like this, I do feel that the police should be firm, but calm when emotions are this high. I would have cuffed both ladies to each other and told them I’d be outside whenever they wanted someone to unlock them.

Now, here’s the same video, but from a different angle. Does your perspective change? Who’s at fault?

Are you allowed to defend yourself against a cop if he / she swings on you or do you just lay there and pray for the butt whippin’ to stop?

I know this much: I’d much rather deal with Angry Birds than angry cops.