I’m About Fed Up With This “Wakanda” Boseman Nonsense!

 

All up and down my reader is some shit about how Chadwick Boseman has now made it to “Wakanda!” What the fuck???!!! Wakanda ain’t fucking real!! What is wrong with you?

Here is an excerpt from some blog about Boseman and Wakanda:

Losing Chadwick was part of the loss of a fantasy. Rest in Power, Sleep in Peace King T’Challa. Wakanda Forever

And another one from a different blog:

T’Challa is not dead… The Black Panther has only had one stand alone film within which to see his growth. If American Black fans keep expressing the loss of The Black Panther and Chadwick Boseman as one of the same, they risk not ever seeing a black male character showcased in the near future of the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

And we have another one:

Wakanda Forver! I was one of those fans who saw Black Panther multiple times.

And another one:

Rest In Peace to our King. Rest In Peace to our Black Panther. Wakanda Forever!

And here we go again!

Rest Well King T’challa. We will forever honor your memory. Wakanda Forever!

And if that is not bad enough, dumbass Whoopi Goldberg weighs in.

Whoopi Goldberg Urges Disney to Build Wakanda Theme Park in Honor of Chadwick Boseman: ‘PLEASE’

 

Whoopi Goldberg is calling on Disney to create a Black Panther-inspired theme park in memory of the late actor Chadwick Boseman.

“Dear People in charge of building NEW experiences Disney Land and World,” Goldberg began her plea Sunday.

“We don’t really need another Frozen land BUT what we could use is Wakonda[sic], please Disneyworld Disneyland PLEASE build in Chadwick Boseman’s name WAKONDA” she wrote.

That dumb heifer couldn’t even get the spelling right. And yet her ass is worth around $60 million and so if she wants a theme park built in honor of a fictional character from a fictional country, WAKONDA, she can build it her damn self. But she is begging the white man to build that shit. Well, she certainly stays true to form since her many partners have included ugly ass white Frank Langella, Ted Danson, Timothy Dalton, Jeffrey Cohen; all white men and so since she knows so many white men since she has dated them, then I am quite sure that all she has to do is place phone calls to each and every one of them(that’s still live and not on life support) and between the lot of them, they could come up with the money for Whoopi’s WAKONDA theme park. For the love of !!!!

First of all, a man acted in movies and then he died; tragically, we are all going to die, some of us at an earlier age than we’d probably like. But to call the man a “king,” and then reference a fake ass, made up, non-existent ‘kingdom’ in Africa and consistently use it to pay your respects to the dead man for his send off is truly ludicrous and shows that too many of you already live in a fantasy world. I get it. Reality is a bitch! It sucks! But that’s what we got. We don’t have any kings, real or fictional. We don’t have a WAKONDA as Whoopie Goldberg calls it, nor do we have a WAKANDA. Get over it! The man was just as mortal as the rest of us.

What you should be focusing on is how did this man die from colon cancer at the age of 43 when we are told that we ought to get our first screening for colon cancer at age 45? But that certainly did not help Chadwick Boseman.

American Cancer Society Guideline for Colorectal Cancer Screening

The ACS recommends that people at average risk* of colorectal cancer start regular screening at age 45. This can be done either with a sensitive test that looks for signs of cancer in a person’s stool (a stool-based test), or with an exam that looks at the colon and rectum (a visual exam).

People who are in good health and with a life expectancy of more than 10 years should continue regular colorectal cancer screening through the age of 75.

For people ages 76 through 85, the decision to be screened should be based on a person’s preferences, life expectancy, overall health, and prior screening history.

People over 85 should no longer get colorectal cancer screening.

*For screening, people are considered to be at average risk if they do not have:

  • A personal history of colorectal cancer or certain types of polyps

  • A family history of colorectal cancer

  • A personal history of inflammatory bowel disease (ulcerative colitis or Crohn’s disease)

  • A confirmed or suspected hereditary colorectal cancer syndrome, such as familial adenomatous polyposis (FAP) or Lynch syndrome (hereditary non-polyposis colon cancer or HNPCC)

  • A personal history of getting radiation to the abdomen (belly) or pelvic area to treat a prior cancer

My dad died at the age of 62 from colon cancer and so I had to include that in my family history. BIG fucking mistake. The next thing I know, I am told that I need to get a colonoscopy every 5 years because I am now considered to have a “family history,” thanks to dear, departed dad.

The first one went smoothly. I had slight discomfort. I was awake and it did not last long. Afterwards, I was told that I had diverticulosis, which are small bulging sacks in the colon. I was told that where they come from is uncertain, but it could be due to constipation. Now, I don’t know who has never been constipated. But anyway, I was told that I would be fine and to come back in FIVE(5) years for another colonoscopy. In five years, I was at a different facility when I underwent the second colonoscopy. BIG fucking mistake! The asshole ‘doctor’ that performed that colonoscopy had me screaming in agony throughout the entire procedure. I knew that I was not supposed to be going through that because I had had a colonoscopy before. After the procedure was over, the pain was so severe in my stomach, I vowed that I would NEVER get another colonoscopy. I was told by the ‘doctor’ that he had to remove two small polyps which turned out to be hyperplastic polyps.

What are Hyperplastic Polyps?

Hyperplastic polyps are benign tumors of the small bowel, which in most cases grow slowly and remain asymptomatic. More rarely, the tumors might grow at a more rapid rate or grow larger than normal, causing symptoms such as pain and digestive problems. About 90 percent of all polyps found in the small bowel are hyperplastic. The remaining 10 percent are either adenomas, which are benign tumors that are of glandular origin, or are associated with a syndrome that leads to overgrowth of polyps.

The very next year, I was in the hospital suffering from diverticulitis which is inflammation of the colon where the bulging sac is. I knew exactly what it was and in fact, I told the doctors in the ER before they even examined me that I had diverticulitis. I was sent for a CT scan and yes indeed, that is what I had. I was given two antibiotics; Cipro and Flagyl. One causes kidney damage and the other causes cancer, so yeah, I really wanted to take those. Anyway, the next primary care doctor that I saw when I moved to a different state asked me about my family history and when I told him about my dad and the fact that I had already had TWO colonoscopies, he stated that that does not constitute a “family history” of colon cancer when only one family member has had it. He also told me that I obviously don’t have the ‘trait’ that leads to colon cancer and that furthermore, I should NOT have any more colonoscopies performed. And believe me, I will not.

Because of colonoscopies, I now have to take certain seeds out of my food. I cannot eat nuts. I cannot eat watermelon unless it is seedless. I cannot eat corn. The things that are the most healthy for us, I cannot eat or either, I have to dig the seeds out and make sure that I don’t miss one or back in the hospital, I am going.

So people, I do understand that colon cancer is a big problem, especially here in America where our diets are so ridiculous, it ain’t even funny. But I want you to know that you seriously need to stop with the fast food and the other garbage because believe me, even when you get a colonoscopy, those things, in my opinion, are more trouble than they are worth. That procedure did not help me. It has actually made MY life a living hell. One lady I spoke with about colonoscopies told me that they found so much horrifying shit in her colon, it was unreal, but she said that, even so, she will NEVER undergo another colonoscopy in her life and I don’t much blame her. I have so much trouble with my colon now, I live in fear every single day that I’ve eaten something that is going to get stuck in that sac in my colon that I do believe was caused by the first colonoscopy, for why had I never experienced ANY type of colon problems until the first colonoscopy and then the second one, tore me all to pieces?

In summation, why Chadwick Boseman succumbed to colon cancer before his 45th birthday, I don’t know because even the American Cancer Society advises colon cancer screening starting at age 45. I don’t know Chadwick Boseman’s family history and so I cannot speculate as to when he should have started colon cancer screenings, but what I do know is that if you want to put Chadwick Boseman on a pedestal, put him up there as the face of horrendous medical care in Amerikkka because what we have here for medical care is akin to a torture chamber and American descendants of slavery always seem to come out the worse for it. Most of us don’t even live long enough to collect Social Security Retirement Income because we’ve died thanks to a racist medical system. My dad never saw a penny of Social Security Retirement because he was still working right up until he just could not take the pain anymore and right after that, succumbed. In essence, Black people are paying for whites to sit up on Social Security. Yeah! Dismantle that shit and see how far they get!

Chadwick Boseman does not need a Disney theme park in his honor. If you want to honor Chadwick Boseman, set up a fund to send more ADOS to medical schools in order to provide more American descendants of slavery with medical professionals who are looking after our health because the white medical establishment is hell bent on our annihilation. Those of us who make up the ADOS community never look pass the glitz and glamour to the reality of what we really need; what is really real. We need Black doctors. We need Black medical institutions. We need Black psychiatrists and Black therapists.

There is NO King T’Challa. There is NO Wakanda. There is NO Black Panther. That is ALL based on FICTION. It is a fantasy. It is not reality. The man has not died and gone to Wakanda for if he had, then he would be back with us because he would have been cured with ‘vibranium’. But Wakanda is NOT real. “Long live the king?” NO! The ‘king’ never existed. Chadwick Boseman is dead. He played a character called “The Black Panther.” He was not a superhero. He just played one. Try and get that through your heads. Yes, our lives are shitty and fucked up, but pretending that fantasy is real is not going to help matters. Pretending that Chadwick Boseman was a king and that he is lying in state in Wakanda is not helpful for your mental state. So walk yourselves back to reality and give up the fantasy and take care of your body and your mind because, believe me, our enemies are real and they are right here in Amerikkka and they are REALLY trying to fuck us up! That IS our reality!

Walt Disney Told Our Story!

 

 

Black History Month is at an end
and Walt Disney told our story.
We learned about Wakanda
and Black Panther got the glory.

Wearing dashikis and head wraps,
we clapped and cheered for Wakanda;
that magical of all kingdoms,
it looks just like Uganda!

Now, Uganda is over in Africa,
and the poverty rate is high.
Healthcare is abysmal
and people with cholera, they still die.

The folks over in Somalia?
They ain’t looking so good.
Trump just bombed them again,
just like I knew he would.

But over by way of Ethiopia,
the folks there got a plight.
They ain’t eating at all.
And it ain’t about a hunger strike.

The African women of Liberia
have long been seen as slaves;
sex slaves to be exact
and that don’t get no praise.

What about over in Kenya?
They got educated folks
and still, some end up homeless
Look it up, this ain’t no hoax.

Now we come to Ghana,
is this a kingdom too?
It was once ruled by the British.
Does that give you a clue?

Libya is off the chain
and slavery is everywhere.
America and NATO
filled Libyans with despair.

But we celebrate Black History Month
with Black Panther to the rescue.
There’s a kingdom over in Africa,
where lives the privileged few.

Wakanda, is its name.
Its Black Panther leads the charge
against usurpers to the throne
within the kingdom or at large.

Vibranium is its weapon,
against enemies far and wide.
I bet real African nations
wish this kingdom was by their side.

Between fantasy and reality,
we choose fantasy every time.
and we’d rather pay Walt Disney
 our last hard-earned dime.

We don’t care about Liberia,
because that is just too real.
And we don’t live in Uganda
where cholera is a big deal.

We want to live in Wakanda,
fake as it can be.
But that is what we are,
fake people with a fake history.

This here ends Black History,
with many thanks to Walt Disney
who sat us down in Wakanda;
a kingdom; a magical fantasy.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2018 Shelby I. Courtland

In my opinion, it is a shame that throughout this entire short month that has been set aside to showcase Black History, Walt Disney and Marvel COMICS took over the focus that should have been on REAL Black heroes and heroines who were on the front lines, battling  slavery, oppression, Jim Crow, segregation, voting rights, gentrification, mass unemployment, mass homelessness, a school-to-prison pipeline, mass incarceration, income inequality, substandard health care, cuts to education, inadequate housing, economic inequality, food insecurity, crime, violence, drugs, gangs, teen pregnancies and high homicide rates of Black youth in inner cities and the list is endless.

There was no focus on the above because Black people were so easily distracted into wearing African head wraps and dashikis because a movie was hyped about a fictional kingdom in Africa where there was untold wealth and a superhero to the rescue to protect his rich kingdom.

We would rather remain blind to the facts and to reality. We want, for two hours, to forget the realities we face because we need to be made to ‘feel good’ about belonging to some kingdom in Africa that isn’t even real. How pathetic is that? We want Walt Disney to hurry up and give us Part II of “Wakanda Forever” just in time for next Black History Month so that we can, again, focus on fantasy and not on our reality. How sad is that?

When have we ever lived a “Wakanda Forever” life here in AmeriKKKa? Do you seriously think that even with the links that I have provided in my poem, that the REAL Africa is anything at all like what Walt Disney would have you believe?

When you left the theater, did you see “Wakanda” when you stepped outside? Did you see “Wakanda” when you returned home? Did you see “Wakanda” when you checked out the local news where you live? Did you see “Black Panther” save any Black man, woman or child from being arrested or shot and killed by cops for playing in a park with a toy gun or for failing to use the proper turn signal or for selling loose, un-taxed cigarettes or for simply sleeping in their bed?

How did paying Walt Disney and Marvel Comics for the ‘pleasure’ of watching their distraction help you in any way? Did wearing your dashiki and African head wrap stop the police from pulling you over? Did wearing your dashiki and African head wrap stop your landlord from handing you an eviction notice because your neighborhood is about to be gentrified? Did the “Black Panther” swoop down and take you to “Wakanda Forever?” If you are reading this, Black man, woman, teenager(the few who can read), then the answer is “NO!”

Black History Month? Who needs it when we’ve got “Wakanda Forever!”

“Wakanda?” Forever!

“Thank you Walt Disney for supplying us with our REAL and TRUE History, THIS Black History Month! All hail Walt Disney!”

When The Tables Are Turned…

weapons of war

warzone in AmeriKKKa

I opened a book, thinking that
I would immerse myself
in literature and escape reality.
But that book is back on my shelf.

For one minute, I cannot clear
a mind that has been filled
with the sights and sounds
of retribution for those killed.

Should I offer up thanks
to the gods of an eye for an eye?
Or merely be grateful
that more racists have gone, bye-bye?

You, who pretend to be the keepers
of the flame for justice and law
are finding yourselves, judged
and punished, for you are not without flaw.

When the tables are turned
and you become the hunted,
suddenly, your fright is palpable
as your mortality is confronted.

Not liking what you see,
you cry, “Victim!”
But those you killed, cry out for vengeance
against an oppressive and racist system.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2016 Shelby I. Courtland

Ex-U.S. Marine kills 3 policemen in racially tense Baton Rouge

BATON ROUGE, La., July 17 A decorated ex-U.S. Marine sergeant opened fire on police in Baton Rouge on Sunday, killing three officers, nearly two weeks after the fatal police shooting of a black man there sparked nationwide protests, one of them shattered by the massacre of five Dallas policemen.

And in the alleged shooters own words, “It’s only fighting back or money. That’s all they care about,” he said to the camera. “Revenue and blood, revenue and blood, revenue and blood.”

Train a man to kill and that is exactly what he will do. And just as all KKKops are trained to kill as are all soldiers, they are now battling it out on the streets of AmeriKKKa. And since both have access to weapons, well now, batten down the hatches.

I do not think that the countries and nations that have advised their citizens to proceed to America with extreme caution are going to cease with their travel advisories any time soon.

And this time, we have a decorated ex-U.S. marine sergeant, decorated for what, I do not know as all the details are not in as of yet. But I am quite certain that the medals and commendations that he earned were not for cake decorating, eating the most hotdogs in a hotdog eating contest or for coming in first place in a Frisbee toss. Now, you can think that I am making fun of this all you want, but the truth is that this is no laughing matter because the summer of our discontent only just started on June 21st. We are not even at the half-way mark and with two Conventions to get through, this does not bode well for the rest of a summer that has been described as an extremely ‘hot’ one and not just thanks in part to climate change.

I am compelled to ask, “Are you enjoying your summer?” I am!

I Didn’t Boycott The Oscars At All!

The 85th Academy Awards® will air live on Oscar® Sunday, February 24, 2013.

I am living proof of Negro history.
I live it each and every day.
The white man thinks he’s doing me a favor
by telling me to celebrate my history, HIS way!

I don’t live and breathe for the white man.
Nor will I let him control who I am.
I won’t go to him for any ole awards
because for his accolades, I don’t give a damn.

I didn’t boycott the Oscars at all.
Why the hell should I even care?
I know where the fuck I stand.
Why would I sit in front of a box and stare?

Oh I hear how Chris Rock told some jokes.
And Tracy Morgan played the fool in a skit.
But what is really so funny in the end
is that this was all just some Black History shit!

And so we end this Black History at The Oscars
 with Al Sharpton protesting out back
and Melissa Harris-Perry, what can I say?
Either she quit or she got the fucking sack.

I guess ‘Twelve Years A Slave’ got no sequel.
And ‘The Butler’ dropped Massa’s rum punch.
‘The Help’ ain’t here to pick up the pieces
of the Black Hollywood Brady Bunch!

So, pick your ‘coon’ part and play it to the hilt.
Sell some tickets and be thankful for your job.
You don’t need an award from the white man,
just an adoring theater going mob.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2016 Shelby I. Courtland

Go ask Niggers With Attitude(N.W.A.), they’ll tell ya! Straight Outta Compton grossed 201.6 million, so where are the awards and I know Negroes flocked to that movie like flies on shit?

You fucking know the score. Deal with it or don’t! But just shut the fuck up because the white man don’t give a shit about your boycotts when you’ve already paid the price for his movie tickets. And when Massa decides to make another movie about some white folks needing some maid and butler services, be sure to head on inside a movie theater, pay for your ticket and watch your life play out in front of you. When Massa decides to hire some Negroes to play ‘400 Years A Slave’, there ya go! Head on back in and watch YOUR role in the Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade play out, but don’t expect no goddamn Oscar for that shit. Hell! Anybody can scream, moan, wring their hands and gnash their teeth while getting their fucking back lashed! Maybe they’ll make a ‘White Chicks II’ starring some more Black-assed motherfuckers all got up in ‘white’ face and they’ll finally win an Oscar for that shit! But….uh…don’t hold yer breath!

Meanwhile, ‘The Hood’ burns! And guess who stars in that shit???!!!!!! Yeah! Our children!!! You dumbass motherfuckers don’t even know what’s goddamn important and some goddamn awards ain’t fucking important!!!!!!!!!!

Fuck The Red Roses!

 

red roses

Roses are in bloom

and summer is in the air.

I love the whole world.

This mood is quite rare.

 

So rare is this mood,

that it does not exist

This is a piece of shit,

with just a new twist.

 

Fuck the red roses.

And to hell with summer time.

I hate the whole world

because it’s filled with racist slime.

 

I don’t need to play nice.

Nor will I write about fairies.

The whole world is on fire

and I am done with ‘hail marys’.

 

Prayers, I don’t need.

They have no relevance.

People must be praying

for the spread of malevolence.

 

When I look around

only brutality do I see.

There is no real love.

I see evil and barbarity.

 

You say that life is great!

Who are you kidding?

Wake up and face reality

of the bombing and the killing.

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

This poem is all about sarcasm and irony. Summer will soon be upon us but it would seem to be another ‘Summer of our discontent’. I cannot see the roses for the brutality and the suffering that is being inflicted by so-called ‘humans’ against each other.

 

 

You Won’t Sit Out This Show!

tragedy

When news is no longer news,
and its relevance has quickly waned,
it is because you do not care.
your outrage was clearly feigned.

When they point you in a direction
and say, “Here is your enemy!”
You gladly climb onboard,
and believe their lies, most readily.

Will you ever see the big picture,
and not focus on the absurd?
Is that why you wish to sleep,
and never have your dreams disturbed?

The awakening is here!
What’s before you must be faced!
If you are not prepared,
then I advise you to make haste.

This not at all a conspiracy.
You can lay that point to rest.
It is not about inducing fear.
And it’s not a broadcast test.

Wake up and take a look.
Behold reality!
It could all have been avoided,
the part you’ll play in this tragedy!

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

So, do you want the good news first or the bad news? Okay! Okay! I’ll give you the ‘good’ news first. “Hear ye! Hear ye!” The retail earthquake has struck! And even though the average price of gas is $2.00 per gallon, that’s not been enough to ‘fuel’ a spending frenzy. Why ever not? With gas prices so low, why aren’t people shopping like mad instead of store after store announcing closings and bankruptcies? What? They can’t spin the shit out of shit and turn it into cotton candy any longer? JC Penney is closing more stores as is Macy’s, Sears and Kmart. RadioShack is closing more stores and is filing for bankruptcy protection. Good news, right?

And isn’t this nice? Homelessness in LA is much worse than previously thought. Really? Get outta here! Who would have thought? More good news?

And what’s more, we haven’t even begun to hit rock bottom yet. Not by a long shot! Another housing crisis is upon us! It seems that rents just about everywhere are skyrocketing and since many Americans are still reeling from the not too distant foreclosure crisis, renting is the only option and with an aging population and factor in low earnings, things ain’t looking so good. But that’s good news because we still get to tweet and ‘like’ each other all over Facebook, for now.

But check this out! According to Obama, “The shadow of crisis has passed,” he said, “and the State of the Union is strong.” Uh…what fairytale book was he reading out of? Delusional much Barack? Obama trumpeted job growth and other signs of recovery from the ashes of the 2008 economic crisis. Sheeeut! Job growth? JOB GROWTH? When did unprecedented numbers of retail closings and bankruptcies equate to ‘job growth and other signs of recovery’? Put that bullshit samich down! Retail is reeling from a lack of customers with discretionary income and that is reality. So that fluff that Obama is attempting to sell? It ain’t cotton candy, it’s fluffed shit! Oh, we’re doing fine. No worries folks. Folks, if I were you, I’d worry and I’m going to give you some advice. So pay attention.

Whatever bills you get, look them over carefully. Check your bank balance daily. Cut back on non-essential doodads. Buy on-sale items and only what you need. Something is going down and it’s going to get ugly. Case in point. My internet/phone bill is usually $65.00 a month. Saturday, when my bill came, it was $101.38. When I perused the hell out of the bill, the company had charged me double for Federal taxes and charged me for internet security that they weren’t providing. Here is what I did. I hung up and I called them back and I said, “speak loudly and clearly as this call is being taped for a complaint that will be filed with the Attorney General’s office. Now, tell me AGAIN, why you are charging me double for Federal taxes and for services that you are not providing!” After I hung up, my bill is now $35.00.

This morning, I called my bank to check my balance. There was a $2.00 ‘statement fee’ listed under posted transactions. When the customer service rep came on the line, I said, “speak loudly and clearly as this call is being taped for a complaint that will be filed with the Attorney General’s Office. I said, “When did you notify me that I was going to be charged a $2.00 ‘statement fee’? I must first be advised of new fees BEFORE they apply!” The $2.00 fee is being removed. However, I was told that this new fee is a monthly fee that is being charged to my account to pay for the bank to mail to me my bank statement. They are now charging me $24.00 a year for me to receive my bank statement, a statement that I hadn’t been charged for in the past. If I do all my banking online, no fee. I am not doing my banking, online. If the hackers can hack into government computers, then they damn sure as hell can hack into my shit, even with protection.

The shit is about to hit the fan and companies are attempting to rip you off more than ever in any way they can. I’ve never seen it this bad. And I have seen some bad shit! Protect yourself because this party is seriously over folks.

Oh that’s right, I promised you some bad news! A liquor store is opening up two miles down the highway from me! Oh happy day! Oh happy day! The booze will chase my blues away! Hallelujah! If you need a job, try and get hired at a liquor store. They’ll be the last to go out-of-business, believe me! That’s bad news that I can take!

No One Gives A Damn About His Dream!

the dream

Yes, let us celebrate Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Day when we don’t give a damn about his dream. His children don’t even give a damn about his dream since they are too busy fighting over his Bible and his Nobel Peace Prize. So when did they ever listen to any one of their father’s speeches? When did they ever take just one to heart? It is quite obvious that they never did and neither do we. Oh we dutifully put his image up for all to see as if we are actually doing something and the truth is, we’re not doing a damn thing about realizing the dream that this man had. And quite frankly, he is not the only one to have a dream. Many, many Black people have been dreaming of a society where they will not be “judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character” and is that the case? If you are Black, you will forever be judged by the color of your skin because as far as whites are concerned, you have no ‘content of character’.

Just recently we marched and protested that #BlackLivesMatter and for all I know, some are still protesting, but do Black lives matter? Answer this. How many world leaders came to America and stood front and center in front of a million people to say “#Je suis Black?” How many world leaders went to Nigeria when Boko Haram killed over 2,000 Nigerians and said “#Je suis Nigeria?” Did Netanyahu? Did Angela Merkel? Did Francois Hollande? Of course they didn’t.

“French President Francois Hollande is surrounded by Heads of state including (LtoR) Israel’s Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu, Mali’s President Ibrahim Boubacar Keita, Germany’s Chancellor Angela Merkel, European Council President Donald Tusk, Palestinian President Mahmoud Abbas, Italy’s Prime Minister Matteo Renzi and Switzerland’s President Simonetta Sommaruga” ‘to protest the murders of Charlie Hebdo employees, employees of a piece of filth rag claimed as a satirical political weekly that produced racist and blasphemous filth. But still, some white folks got killed over their ‘freedom of expression’ and so solidarity was called for’.

http://www.reuters.com/article/2015/01/11/us-france-shooting-idUSKBN0KK05S20150111

To those people, Black and Brown lives don’t matter. White lives do. It doesn’t matter how vile whites are and how much corruption they spread and how greedy they are. Their lives are the only lives that matter. It has always been this way and it will always be this way. These are the ‘people’ that you march and protest to and who you want to correct wrongs. Think about it. Why should they? They don’t care about you. Michael Jackson told you that but you believed all the lies put out on him by the whites. They tore that man’s reputation to shreds because he had a message and through his talent, he spoke. But he got silenced. Whitney Houston had the most beautiful voice that I have ever heard and yet, where is she? Dead and buried and some filthy slut named Beyoncé is strutting around in nothing, sounding like shit. And if it’s not her crooning to her piece of filth pimp, it’s Nicki Minaj doing much of the same. And what are the Black men of today doing besides rapping about bling and hoes or getting their bodies mucked up playing sports? Yes, we are realizing the dream, aren’t we?

Today we commemorate Dr. Martin Luther King’s accomplishments; the success of the Civil Rights Movement when in fact, the movement was not a success. It was an unmitigated failure. What has changed since Martin Luther King marched along with all the others who peacefully gathered to have their grievances heard? Not a goddamn thing. The same issues and problems that Dr. King’s marchers faced, we face today; only our tormenters have upped the ante. We’re now shot with rubber bullets and tear gassed, but we are still jailed. That’s a given and never will it be any different. And why are we still marching? We were marching in the 1960s and here we are in 2015, still marching for the same damn things. What’s the point? Who needs to become aware of what we are marching for? They already know. It’s not going to change, that’s what those of you who are still marching need to know. If you haven’t figured out that since the same shit is stil in play 50 years after the Selma to Montgomery march, then your marching ain’t gonna change a damn thing because since when have Black lives mattered?

The people that you want to change things are not going to change them. They like things just the way they are and that is why the police force has been militarized, that is why Black bodies are lying in morgues all across this shithole called America, that is why inner city schools have become a pipeline to prison for little Black children, that is why slavery in the form of the prison industrial complex is necessary, to house the slaves who ‘slave’ away for corporations, producing goods at a fraction of the cost. And those of us on the outside, head right inside a store and purchase what slaves have made. We are slaving away at stupid jobs to purchase what other slaves have produced. But we will continue to march and we will continue to protest and dream and hope and wish and pray and maybe someday, someday, someday, those who we want to see our marches will realize that this is all so wrong and they will then right the wrongs. Stop lying to yourself and stop dreaming. Dreams are for people who are asleep and don’t want to wake up because reality sucks. It stinks. No one is going to realize your dream for you but you.

The powerful that control all of us are not going to loosen their grip. They are not going to stop being corrupt, greedy, deceitful and instead are going to recognize that they should share in the wealth that they have acquired by the fact of your making it possible by your willingness to work for peanuts, by your willingness to indebt yourselves to them to purchase what slaves are producing, including you. We are all slaves. We are all enclosed in our own little cages. We have the illusion of freedom, some of us, but not many. We pretend that we have rights and freedom and that our lives are lived how we choose. No, it’s not. What you do with your life has been chosen for you. You are doing exactly what the powerful choose for you to do, no more and no less. Step out of line and see how fast you find your ass handed to you. You don’t think that all of this surveillance is for your own good, do you? It is to keep tabs on you. You need a passport to go anywhere. You need an ID to show everybody. You need a number assigned to you. You have a FICO score. Your medical records are digital. That means that every government agency knows where you shop, what you drive, where you go, who you talk to, what your medical conditions are and how much money you make, where you spend it and on what. Does that sound like freedom to you? Are you marching against that? If so, why? What do you hope to accomplish? I’ll tell you what you are going to accomplish by marching. Not a damn thing. You are owned. We all are. This is all an illusion. We are in the matrix, but the matrix that we are in, there is no Oracle and no savior. You’re on your own, just as all the rest of us are. We are here until we’re dead. Accept it.

So, remember Dr. King today. Thank him for all his sacrifices because you are where you are today because of Dr. King and all the others who marched and protested to get you where you are. And where would that be? You’ve just finished college and started a job. Good! Now, pay back that student loan. You are flipping burgers and you are sick and tired of it. Too bad! What else are you going to do? You are filing endless forms in an office and thinking about a vacation you’ll probably never get to take because you’ve got mouths to feed. I’m sorry. Keep dreaming. Dream on, fellow matrix dwellers, dream on!

Oh and Je suis Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.! Je suis Charlie got pretend solidarity from the world’s leaders in France, but damn it if they even bothered to pretend solidarity with the murdered Nigerians or the murdered young Black men in America, murdered by racist ass cops, or the drone-struck and bombed in Iraq, Afghanistan, Syria, Yemen, Pakistan, Ukraine, Gaza ……” Never forget, it’s white bodies that matter and Dr. King’s dream will never be realized because Dr. King could not say “Je suis white!”

I Am Privileged Because I’m white!

white privilege

Tell me what to do.
Show me what to buy.
I have no imagination.
And I don’t question, “Why?”

There is an angel on TV,
so pale with wings of gold,
and not much else, I see.
That’s how we are controlled.

On the evening news,
they shot a Black man dead.
He was such a big Black brute,
I’m surprised his blood was red.

There’s a child with a pellet gun.
The cops are on the scene.
They shot him in cold blood.
He’s Black; that kill was clean.

I’ve done my nine to five.
And homeward bound am I.
There goes a homeless man,
why don’t those people die?

The billboards scream at me.
And I look at all the news.
I have no thoughts to own.
Inside my head, insert your views.

Tell me who to hate,
and you know it will be done.
Repeat and play it back.
Don’t pause, just hit rerun.

Shield me from the world.
Tune me in to mindless drivel.
For my brain, I have no use.
And like a penis, it will shrivel.

They’ve got a pump for that,
so I can masturbate to porn.
I don’t need to think or feel.
Inside a tube, my seed is born.

There is nothing I can’t do.
I take such great delight,
that I was not born Black.
I am privileged because I’m white!

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

What Is Wrong IN My Life?

addictions

So many temptations to get me high,
Or could it be that I really want to die?

Sell me crystal meth, I’ve developed a need.
This shit is so good, even my demons recede.

When I drink it’s because I want to forget
all the horrible things I’ve come to regret.

And if I shoot up heroin,
don’t I know it’s a sin.

But it takes away the pain
Though, it’s all in vain.

These are the escapes that I do crave.
And yes to some, I give in; I cave.

What is wrong in my life?
Should I end it with a knife?

With so many voices in my head,
will they leave me when I’m dead?

When the pain of life gets too hard to bear,
the soul of man is filled with despair.

Note:I’ve tweaked this abit because those of us who love to write, for us, we can never get it ‘right’.

This one is about the ‘demons’ that many of us try to escape from. Life for many is just too damn horrible to contemplate, sober and in the U.S. alone, escapism by way of drugs has become an epidemic. Regardless of socioeconomic factors, it has crossed all barriers. It is not respective of income or education or even geographical location. People are using/needing drugs to escape from pain of the body, from the pain of the mind.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

Don’t Worry, We Got This!

economic doom

All around the internet, I see people wondering if Americans will wake up before it is too late. Save your breath because no matter what you say, it will fall on deaf ears. Americans cannot nor will they see that their situation is already beyond help. Even when millions cannot find a job and when food stamps have been cut for millions of Americans, Justin Bieber would have to tell them that the U.S. government tried to fuck up Ukraine and spent $5 billion doing it and still, it wouldn’t even register. The fact that Americans are lied to every single time a politician opens up his or her mouth is of no consequence when they tell Americans that there is no money to fund needed programs and that we must deal with austerity because of the deficit and yet, money can be found to initiate a coup in another country. Americans respond with, “oh dear me, another trip to the food shelf.” When Americans are told that cutbacks in education are necessary, this is met with, “damn, uze gist gawn be dum Jawny!” Translation, “you are going to be a dumb motherfucker Johnny and with no goddamn skills other than burger flipping, so get at it!”

Americans are hung out to dry by their representatives every single damn day and all they do is, “yawn.” You see, it’s just another bright, sunny day in this here fool’s paradise, in this rich man’s dream, in this poor man’s swamp where the needs of the needy are of no consequence and the desires of the rich are catered to. Let me put it this way, homelessness has become so damn much of a norm here that we just make up laws in order to feed them to the for profit prison industrial complex and then we forget about them. You know the old saying, “out of sight, out of mind, problem solved.” That is our solution to everything that we don’t want to deal with. Keep it out of my sight. Do whatever you have to do, but just get it out of my sight. Lock it up. Throw it away. Hide it. Make it disappear. Give me the illusion of Utopia. If I don’t see it, then I cannot become it. Fill my vision with glitter and glamour and all things bright and beautiful. Keep the ugliness at bay. I don’t want to deal with it. Give me a pill to keep me happy. Give me a pill to take away the pain of reality. I don’t want to deal with it, see ‘cause it ain’t hardly no fun. And that’s what it’s all about; fun, good times, laughter, high living, the surreal and not the reality. You see, Americans don’t do reality real well, oh not at all. The real deal, they can’t stomach. So, they must be continuously intravenously fed if need be, lies, half-truths, disinformation and they will eat that shit up and sit down and belch it out and still manage to produce a rose. That is how good Americans are at ignoring what they don’t want to know. Oh, Americans ignore quite a lot of shit. On a good day, Americans couldn’t even tell you what color the sky is, not on their own, that is. They must first check an app and please don’t confuse them by asking them for change. You’d only get a blank stare. And if a remote control can’t get it done, chances are, it ain’t happenin’.

So people, please stop wondering when Americans are going to realize that something is really rotten in America because they never will. Nothing is wrong. It is all in your mind. The lights are on in the gated communities and the lights are on in the prison industrial complex and therefore, all is good! We got this! We’re in control of our own destiny and never you doubt us good old Americans, not for a minute. You outsiders, pfft!, whaddayou know?

Like I said, “don’t worry. We got this!” Uh…on second thought, you might want to worry just a teensy weensy bit!

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