Here's what you're NOT going to do...

Woo wee! These are some troubling times, hunh?

Seems like a wide swath of the melanin-deficient population is straight wildin' out. They are acting like their boy Clot 45* and his band of morons and misfits have given license to crawl out from under their sheets and act a whole fool.
They think it's OK to say racist crap and attack people of color with reckless abandon. What they don't seem to realize is that this is not 1957. Times have changed in the real world. And while the Alabama legislature still believes that the South will rise again, most of the rest of the country has moved on.

So to help those of the slower intellect understand how things are going to work, I've created a handy guide for them to survive in this new age. They are the ones who need to get on board because we are moving forward so buckle up buttercup. I present to you racist-redneck-wanna-be-supremacist survival guide -

Here's What You're NOT Going To Do!:

• Verbally attack any person of color who is just minding their business and living their life. 
• Physically attack any person of color who is just minding their business and living their life.
• Disrespect any person of color who is just minding their business and living their life.
• Infringe on the rights of any person of color who is just minding their business and living their life.
• Attempt to intimidate any person of color who is just minding their business and living their life.

By now you should see the pattern. If not, you are clearly a lot dumber than is humanly acceptable.

Here's the deal. You leave us alone we'll leave you alone. Most of us don't really want to be bothered with your issues and so-called "better" way of life anyway. Truth be told, you all would be pretty lost if it wasn't for the people of color, and more specifically those of the African diaspora, who built this country. Yes, I said it. WE BUILT IT BY FORCE after YOU STOLE IT BY FORCE! No, I don't take that back and mean every word I said. We are not letting you forget it from here on out. 

And another thing you're NOT going to do - erase the legacy and legitimate Presidency of Barak Obama. He's Black, he was the President, and folks loved him. Did he get it right 100% of the time? No. But he didn't completely F-up the country in less that 6 months. We went from highly respected to the world's laughing stock in less than a year. What the entire 7th sub-basement of hell?!?!? 

That reminds me of another thing you are NOT going to do - make the citizens of these yet to be united states refugees. You think we don't see what you are up to. Trying to cut us off from our allies and the rest of the free world. Not on our watch. You're knuckle-dragging supporters keep telling us "go back to..." wherever. How about this, you go first. We'll turn off the lights, lock up, and set the alarm after you're gone (and change the locks).

Moral of the story, here's what you are NOT going to do.

You are NOT going make us live in fear no matter how hard you try. 

*not a misspelling, I mean CLOT 45. He is a blood clot. 

The Fallacy of Fake Holidays

There are 3 days on the calendar that I do not understand and find completely ridiculous:

Mother's Day

Father's Day

Valentine's Day*

Why? Well let’s start will a biblical reference which, as Jesus Follower, is my instruction manual.

“Honor your father and mother. Then you will live a long, full life in the land the LORD your God is giving you” Exodus 20:12 (NLT)

Notice that the verse does not say ‘honor your mother on the  2nd Sunday in May and your father on the 3rd Sunday in June by buying cards and gifts and sucking up to them especially when you can’t be bothered to call them during the week or acknowledge their presence any other time of the year.’

Let’s be real. If you can't and don't let those special people in your life know that you love and/or give a rats furry hind-parts about them the rest of the year, then your one day of homage rings hollow.It's also needlessly afflictive to those who have lost loved ones or did not have a mother or father growing up.

I was blessed to have both parents in the house until I was 13 when they divorced (thank GOD!). My relationship with my parents was not always the best. Strained is the best way to put it. But no matter how I felt about them, I honored them. All day, every day.

Later in life, my relationship with my Dad was way better than it was when I was a kid. I talked to him every Wednesday. Loved hanging out with him down at the garage. I’m basically a Daddy’s Girl and not ashamed to say it. When he passed away, it broke. I still miss him terribly, but I have no regrets. I honored him all year long and he knew it. HE didn’t expect cards and what not, but I gave him stuff because I knew he liked jazz, loved Jesus, and loved a good meal.

My mother and I… weeellll? It’s still tenuous at best. Yet and still, I’m here, doing the job of a filial daughter. It’s all part of the whole “honor” thing. When I moved out, I only moved a block away, just in case. I used more PTO taking her to doctor’s appointments and sitting in hospitals than I did for actual rest and relaxation. To this day I still call every Wednesday, try to stop through on Thursday, and take her to her church every Sunday. That is the honor. And when her time to leave this world comes, I will have no regrets.

I said all of that to say this. I do it all year long, every single day. Is it easy? Heck no. Is it the right thing to do? Yes. I answer to God. Not Hallmark. Not society. The commercialization of Mother’s Day was not even what Anna Jarvis intended. Don’t even get me started on Father’s Day, which gets hi-jacked by single mothers these days. (Side note: You are not mother and father to your kid. Just stop it. Unless you have a penis, you are not a father.) Let’s just stop all of this foolishness and do right by our parents every day.

Parents, stop with the guilt trips over that one day on the calendar. If your kid doesn’t call you often or show you that they love you, how about you work on that? Your child did not ask to be born. You did the horizontal mambo and produced a person. Or if you adopted a child, and thank God for people like you, that person is your trophy and every gift you deserve for a lifetime. Your relationship with your child is your gift.

Look, I realize that my viewpoint is not a popular one and I will probably get all kinds of flack about it. Fine by me. This is my truth and I am sticking to it. You do you. I’ll try not to give you the side-eye. Try.

*As for Valentine’s Day, I’ll address that next February. Ugh!