“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I Am So Bored! I AM Tired Of Sitting At Home With My Family! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

That is all I hear when I am out and about getting groceries or other essentials. Well, let me tell you something, you won’t be bored for very much longer because you’ll be dead.

Trump has decided that come May, America is reopening. And so I can just hear this shit now, “May Day! May Day! Send help, my sister can’t breathe!” But the thing is see, no one is coming, or if they do, by the time they get to you, your sister will be dead because once this shithole reopens, the very last thing you are going to have to worry about is being bored.

So, when Trump gives the “all clear!,” bust through those doors and go out and head inside a restaurant, go to Disney World, go to Six Flags, go to a nail salon, go to the wig store, go and get on a plane and head to wherever you feel that you’ll not be bored. Go ahead! And then, come on back in here and tell me what a great time you are having on a COVID-19 hospital ward somewhere. Go ahead! Head out those doors and go do whatever it is you feel won’t bore you since sitting at home with your supposed “LOVED ONES” bores you.

This “boredom” shit just goes to show that there really isn’t anything called ‘love’ going on at all because at first, you couldn’t see your loved ones much because either they were working when you weren’t and you were working when they were at home and now that all of you are at home at the same time because of a PANDEMIC, you’re now bored. It is all psychological, but you cannot understand that. You balk when someone tells you that, for your own good, you must ‘shelter in place’. That don’t set well with you. You’ve got to be the one to decide when you stay home and when you go dine out at a restaurant or see a movie or drive down the damn street or go to the gym or wherever it is that you go when you’re not at home and that gives you so much pleasure. What? Can’t sneak out to see your side piece?

If you are so damn bored, call a hospital and see if you can volunteer on the COVID-19 floor holding a dying person’s hand as they breathe their last. And if that’s not something they’ll let you do, Walmart is hiring and so you can be out working at Walmart as many hours as you please because Walmart is desperate for workers. In fact, Walmart is going to take extra precautions next week by requiring all employees to wear face masks. They have installed coughing stations at checkouts and so you should be good. Of course the Walmart employees who have already died from COVID-19 weren’t so good, but since Walmart has stepped up its game, you should be fine, and you’ll certainly not be bored, especially if they station your ass near the toilet paper or water aisle. You’ll constantly get bombarded about when the next shipment is due while someone with COVID-19 is breathing down your neck, but you will NOT be bored. Soon, you will be dead. So, which is it going to be boredom or dead? “Most Americans will take ‘dead’ for $200 Alex!”

And for those of you who think that since you’ve already been infected with COVID-19 and survived, you’re fine. Not so fast. It seems that some of you can get it AGAIN. So, do you want to spin the wheel and see if you’re one of the lucky ones? How’s your luck? And if it’s been good, do you think that’s about to change?

Since Trump thinks that America has flattened the curve, let’s just see what COVID-19 has to say about that and in case you’re wondering how other countries are faring when they thought they had beat COVID-19, just ask the Japanese how they’re faring these days. I’ll give you a hint. It’s not so great!

Come May, there’s going to be so many “May Day! May Day!” scenarios, no one will be bored because for one, you don’t even know how many people are dead and have yet to be found inside their homes or apartments. COVID-19 cases and deaths are escalating in America as I type this and yet because Trump wants business back up and running, and since you are bored anyway and since the Trump Administration has also seen to it that any assistance that was supposed to help since many are unemployed right now, has not been forth coming, that makes it all the more appealing to you to throw open your front door and head out as though the only thing that’s been keeping you at home is a hurricane.

This virus is no hurricane. It is not a tornado. It is not a wildfire. It is a virus that is highly contagious and hardly any country was prepared for it, especially NOT this one. You may think that because you’re not elderly and in a nursing home that you’ll be fine, but do some research and you’ll find that there are plenty of people under the age of 70 who are dead and who also had no underlying health conditions. Don’t take my word for it, do your own research or better yet, don’t. Just head on out the door and venture forth and enjoy yourselves because it is quite obvious that time spent with your families ain’t doing it for you because you are bored. The situation is so bad that I read an article yesterday about the fact that thanks to COVID-19, divorces are about to skyrocket. Is it really because of COVID-19 or is it because there was no love there anyway? How could spending a little over a month with your loved ones have caused spikes in domestic violence, boredom and probable high rates of divorce proceedings just as soon as the papers can be filed? This virus has brought out the worst in people or maybe it is simply that there is nothing more to people than the worst. It has shown ‘humans’ for what they really are; selfish, self-serving, self-centered, dispassionate assholes. None of you have a clue what love means because if you did, you could not be so upset to the point of whining and crying that you have to spend time with your own family members. What’s the problem? You’ve got Alexa. You’ve got Siri. You’ve got your smartphones. The lights are on since power companies have been told to cease disconnections. Your washers and dryers are still running since you’re not living in the midst of a hurricane. You’ve got all of your creature comforts at home to get you through this and yet, you are bored, but most of all, you are bored with YOUR OWN DAMN FAMILY!

Let me ask you something, since you are bored, have you ever given a single thought as to how the homeless are coping during this pandemic or has it been all about how bored you are? Have you ever given a thought for those who could not stay home and be with their families during this time because they’ve been on the front lines trying to save people and have themselves, died trying? Have you thought about that as you complained about how bored you are? Has it ever entered your mind that those who were deemed ‘essential workers’ wish they had had the opportunity to spend that time at home with their loved ones before many of them died? Did it ever cross your mind that while you’ve been bored, there have been people who you didn’t even acknowledge at the checkout register that rang your groceries up and they are no longer there because they contracted COVID-19 and died? Have you ever thought about that? Does it resonate with you at all? Of course not because it is all about you and how bored you are.

For those of you who claim to believe in God, please shut up! Something is trying to get through to you and as each crisis or disaster comes down the pike, you never pay attention; you never take heed. And just like COVID-19 has come along to see if there is an ounce of humanity left on this planet, so too, will another crisis come that will make COVID-19 seem like a mere case of the sniffles. And you will fail that test as well because there is no sign of humanity on this planet when all you’re doing during this crisis is wailing and moaning about how bored you are at being at home with your family; a family you supposedly love and yet you cannot wait to head out of that door and away from them. Seriously??!! How sad is that? People are fighting with one another just because they cannot stand being around one another for more than a few days. People are contemplating divorcing one another simply because they have been in each other’s company too long to suit them. People are contemplating suicide at the loss of a vehicle. It is ALL about you, isn’t it? But then, hasn’t it always been? And people have the nerve to wonder why there is so much hatred and animosity displayed towards one another while there are no signs of love to be found anywhere. I don’t wonder. I see ‘humans’ for what they really are and what I see is so damn ugly, all of you are a waste of skin, no matter the color and I sincerely mean that and none of you could prove me wrong if you tried.

Let’s Talk About It: Abuse In The African American Community — The Divorced Millennial

“And since we all came from a woman, got our name from a woman and our game from a woman- I wonder why we take from our women, why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think it’s time to kill for our women, time to heal our women, be real to […]

I was able to experience this phenomenon first-hand when I experienced abuse within my relationship. I remember very vividly the way that my mother-in-law made me feel after one particular extra-heated argument that my ex-husband and I had that got out of control. She treated me like I didn’t even exist when she came into my home. I don’t have a child, so I couldn’t tell you what my exact reaction would be if I were in her shoes. But as a woman, I know for a fact that I wouldn’t be condoning or enabling any abusive behavior from any family member of mine, let alone my son. To this day, she never once asked me was I ok or tried to check on how I was doing. Instead, she saw me as the cause of the problem. I wonder if maybe she was able to witness the countless conversations that I had with my mom while I locked myself in a bathroom or my car telling her that I was scared to come out, that maybe she might have been more sympathetic. Maybe if she would have seen me in an actual chokehold, she would realize that her son was not the only party capable of being hurt, and that I was someone’s child as well.

via Let’s Talk About It: Abuse In The African American Community — The Divorced Millennial

I can relate to this woman’s experience on every level. The only difference is that her soon to be ex mother-in-law condoned the abusive behavior of her son towards his wife while my own mother condoned my husband’s abusive behavior towards her own daughter; me. To this very day, my mother still calls my ex-husband, “her son-in-law.” Don’t that beat all? And yet people have the nerve to castigate me for the letter I publicly wrote to my mother. If I thought it would shame her ass at all, I’d write another one. But you can read my “Happy Birthday Wish To My Mother” letter right here!

When my ex-husband beat me and covered me in bruises and I told my parents about it, the only thing they did was encourage me to “work it out with him” because, just as this woman states in her blog, this vicious cycle just continues since my father beat my mother to within an inch of her life, many, many, many times. And so I don’t know why I expected any help from THAT direction especially with the type of upbringing I had.

My situation devolved to the point whereas I had already moved out of the home I shared with my ex-husband and was living on my own, however, that became untenable because my ex-husband would get his friends to watch me coming and going and eventually, he started banging on my door, demanding entrance. Out of abject fear, I had to flee the only town I’d ever known and head to parts unknown with just $700.00 to my name.

So yes indeed, there is much abuse in the African Amerikkkan descendants of slaves community and it should be exposed because only by doing so, will we be able to address the fact that this type of abuse is a serious problem and it needs to stop.

And sadly, as the author of this blog states, this is ALL baggage that is from our history of enslavement in this shithole. How on earth can we be mentally healthy people when we are a product of slavery and we experience racism, bigotry, hatred, prejudice; the whole nine yards to this very day simply because whites dragged our ancestors to this shithole as slaves and still treat the descendants of those slaves worse than shit?! Many of us, apparently, experience self-hatred and project that outward and we are hurting those whom we should be protecting with our lives.

It is still Black women who are on the front lines when racist police gun down our brothers, uncles, fathers, nephews, husbands and sons. We are the ones who do the marching through the streets, the burying, the crying, the demands for justice. We suffer untold atrocities everyday because of our love for our men and yet our men turn right around and beat us senseless? What kind of shit is that? We are not your enemy. Your enemy is the same as ours. If you treat your enemy like some of you treat us, maybe we’d be getting somewhere. You better act like you know! So yes, sista is right on point with this post because I can most definitely relate and I am sure many of you can. I only wish I could not.

I Used Ashley Madison!

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I got caught as a cheater,
 but I’m not a wife beater.
I used Ashley Madison.
And I had sex with Allison.

What’s so wrong with that?
The wife is always tired.
My kids get on my nerves.
So, a woman, yes, I hired.

Am I getting a divorce?
I don’t think I will.
The wife doesn’t work.
When has she paid a bill?

Marriage ain’t about sex.
It’s a mere formality.
We just need it legal
 to have a family.

I don’t make the rules.
I just play the game.
I paid to keep it secret.
And now, I face the shame.

Sift through the dirt
 and you will find me.
I’m a randy, horny bastard,
and that’s what I’ll always be!

I sit here surfing the net
looking for a new site.
The Lord knows what I need.
I need a woman for tonight!

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

Now you can search the Ashley Madison cheaters list

The stolen database of 32 million people who used cheating website Ashley Madison has made its way to the Web. And it’s easily searchable on several websites.

Just plug in a name or email address, and you’ll find out if someone who signed up for the service.

LMAO! This is SO damn funny, I just had to have a go at it. I wrote this from the man’s perspective, but ladies, we all know that you’re on the list too. Bad girl, baaaaad girl! Fellas, we know you baaaad! ROTFLMAO! Anybody actually headed for divorce court yet? Remember, it’s cheaper to keep ‘er! LMAO!!

Attention: All House-breakers!

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I will be going on vacation from August 14th to the 24th. My address is 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW Washington, DC. Now, before you attempt to break in, let me warn you that I have a security detail that will be left behind at the house. However, if you bring prostitutes, they will become easily distracted. Also, bring some meat. I have dogs and the kitchen staff will be left behind to keep an eye on them and to feed and water them. However, all knives have been locked away and the kitchen staff is forbidden weapons of any kind. So enter by way of the kitchen door, if you intend to attempt a break-in. The security code is 66666666. I know, I picked a really, really hard code. Don’t forget to stop off by the Lincoln bedroom because there are many artifacts in there that are priceless and I don’t want them taken. Under no circumstances are you to enter a secret room that is located directly beneath the Oval office that is near the south lawn of the house.

There is a door that has red paint splashes all over it and this door, you must not enter because it leads to a secret tunnel where you will find the Osama bin Laden false flag operation setup. You will also find bin Laden ‘gelling’ in his Doctor Scholl’s fitted sandals. You will also find the studio where the ISIS beheading videos are made AND the blueprints of the Twin Towers that we bombed on 9/11 which is part of the reason why we had to bomb the Pentagon so as not to have to pretend to offer up some lame ass excuses as to why the Pentagon lost trillions of your hard-earned tax dollars. Not to mention, you will actually find the missing $8.5 trillion dollars that the Pentagon lost. Do not touch anything if you have managed to get to this point. If you have, then I must warn you that you will come to a vault that also needs a secret code in order to enter it and I am not going to reveal. It is 495860430. But I didn’t reveal the code; my alter-ego did, so that absolves me from spilling the ‘code’ beans. Enter that code and you will step inside the vault. To the left of you, you will notice that there is a raised dais and on that dais are two telephones. One is black and the other one is white. Do not under any circumstances, pick up the white phone as that will immediately blow Texas and Ted Cruz clean on up off the map and leave a crater in its place. I refuse to tell you what will happen if you pick up the black phone. It is too horrible for words, but let me warn you, it could endanger the entire planet’s ecosystem. Oh my bad! I already picked up that phone. So, no worries on that score. Now then, where was I, oh yes, if you walk twelves paces, you will come to the very center of the vault and there you will find all of Ukraine’s stolen gold reserves. When I sell the house on November 8th, 2016, I plan to take that with me to a vacation island that I’ve managed to buy thanks in part to all the bribes and kickbacks that I’ve earned throughout my many years in politics.

I am sure that by now, you are wondering why the floor is littered with balled up paper. Well, if you reach down and pick up a piece, you will see that those are divorce papers that my wife has had drawn up, times too numerous to count but because we are in DA HOUSE, we’ve got to keep things, hunky-dory, if ya know what I mean. Anyway, you can burn those papers because I’m going back to Kenya(where I was born) just as soon as I hand the keys over to the next puppet and after a suitable amount of time has gone by, I intend to dispose of my nagging ass Chicago ghetto hood rat wife and take the kids and the dogs. My wife and her dear motherfucker can just get ta steppin’. Also, I am going to make Kenya, a gay-friendly zone, even if I have to become president there to get it done. I have already laid the groundwork with my recent visit there. So, all it’ll take is a bit more of a push from me, Kenya’s native son, to complete that which I have set in motion. I put Kenya on the map and don’t those folks over there know it.

Fuck Hawaii. I’ll still go there to golf every now and then since Oprah is so nice about having us at her digs. In case I need to hide out from the ICC, which really has no bite to it anyway, seeing as how the ICC hasn’t found its way to prosecuting my predecessors for war crimes. I see no reason why I should be held accountable for drone striking wedding parties in Yemen, resulting in the deaths of countless innocent women, children and men and making orphans out of children in Iraq and Syria, Pakistan and Yemen. Oh and house-breakers, you will also find a golden sword that was gifted to me by the Saudi royal family, gifted to me because of those great beheading videos that my staff made, with my knowledge and consent, of course. Bush left his behind also and so please don’t steal that one since I promised him that I would get around to Fed-Xing it to him just as soon as I’m done with those fake-assed beheading journalist videos.

And don’t forget, potential house-breakers, you really don’t wanna mess with my house because I’ve been known to illegally detain innocent people without due process and I have no problem with the CIA using rectal hydration on innocent bodies either. So, if you dare to attempt to house-break MY motherfucking house, be aware that I shall have my military Seal Team 6, the 999th Seal Team 6, that is, to ‘Osama bin Laden’ your ass. You’ll get a great ‘ocean view’! *wink* *wink*

Now, time to don a paisley shirt, my soccer mom jeans and board Air Force One! Aloha!