It's another gray day here in Detroit. A little snow and ice makes all the drivers go beserk...come on people, we live in a snow state, stop acting brand new and drive carefully. Why do people you interact with whether professionally or socially sometimes feel that their dream should be your dream? I believe people can work with and for each other and help each other, without necessarily dreaming your dream. A great job can still be done above and beyond expectations, but I don't have to want to live your dream. I have friends and associates who own and sell and blah blah and they constantly try to shove there dream of americana down my throat, and I'm thinking what part of I'm not interested in what you are doing beyond giving you friendship or associate support, and quit nagging and whining about it. I tire of hearing if you all did this, if you all did that, blah, blah, If it's your dream, then live your dream, do YOUR thing, but don't be including me all in above and beyond the friendship parameters of support.
George Floyd
So a journalist wrote a scathing piece of the life history of George Floyd. It listed out every mistake and poor choice he made during his life. There were many. The journalist then said no he didn’t deserve to die, nor did he deserve a day, an invite to the White House and blah blah blah. I reflected on the words of the journalist and then, there is was glaring up at me. Blindness, you still fail to see that, this poor soul became a martyr due to the fact you refuse to see blue violence for what it is too often. The bullying, the hate of those communities which they feel are under them. Young children have fallen prey while playing with their toys, good citizens, sleeping, sitting, walking, driving, just existing, all while being Black or a person of color, you are continually blinded by your willful ignorance to believe there is a PROBLEM. I read the comments of those in agreement and felt, too many are still blind, you refuse to acknowledge it, even though, your daughte...
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