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Happy Father’s Day

Posted: June 17, 2018 in Uncategorized

Hmmm….. (lets out looooong exhale)

In 43 years, I have never told my father, “Happy Father’s Day”. There are quite a few reasons why that never happened. The first reason was, he wasn’t here, there, or anywhere when it came to me. I think he saw me about 3 times in my first 5 years. That used to make me so upset but, I was raised by my mother, and I like to think that I turned out okay.

Got a few screws loose but, nothing major.

Secondly, you have to perform fatherly duties to be considered a father. Yes, he has fathered children (5 to my knowledge) and he may have been there for my brothers and sisters but, he just wasn’t there for me.

This blog isn’t out of malice or anger, I forgave him years ago for not being in my life. I was recently told that I should be grateful for that. Why? Well, if he’d been a part of my life, I may have never have had the opportunity to be a father to my children and to be a part of their lives. Confused?

If I had not experienced a life without a father, I would not have known what it was like to feel abandoned and to have to deal with all the shortcomings of not having the first male role model in my life to protect me, teach me, guide me.

If I had not experienced a life without a father, I wouldn’t have had to make a vow, that I wasn’t going to be like him, and to be there for my children, no matter what it takes.

If I had not experienced a life without a father, I may not have had the experience that would allow me to grow into my own fatherhood, I may not be the father that I am today.

Earlier I mentioned, FORGIVENESS.

I forgave and forgive him for all the times when I wanted to reach out from a place of sadness or despair and wanted to hear fatherly counsel, only to go to the other men in my village to receive the right advice and receive the guidance that I needed. I forgive him for that.

I forgive him for abandoning my mother, putting her in a position of struggle just to put food on the plate and to keep the lights on. That struggle gave her unbelievable strength, determination and the will to take care of me. I forgive him for that.

I forgive him for sending back pictures and drawings I sent to him so that he could see his grandchildren and one day maybe be a part of their lives. That was a very hard one but, I forgave him for that.

My father, Julius Earl Thomas, passed away from this world on Monday May 28, 2018

These are his ashes. This is our first Father’s Day together.

I can finally say…. Happy Father’s Day!



May the Ancestors grant you the peace you so desperately needed.



There are many introspective and oftentimes misguided discussions on social media about the recent suicides of seemingly happy and wealthy people, and conversations about mental illness and how so many of us think we understand it. I thought that I’d add my two pennies to the subject and hopefully make some points that resonate with my readers, and with me as well.

Chapter 1: I Hear You and I’m Here for You

A popular misconception is that depression is not understood. Depression is not a complex set of emotions that only those that suffer from it can understand. I mean, there are no Depression 101 classes that anyone can attend. Just like many self-diagnose themselves to be depressed, there are others that must take the same presumptive approach to understanding depression and how to love and support friends and family who suffer from it. There are ways that support can not be supportive, there are ways that what sounds good coming out of your mouth, sounds like nails on a chalkboard to someone who is going through depression. Many times, I’ve felt that I put together the most delicate, compassionate, understanding words of comfort, only to be told that I am so insensitive. Sometimes, saying nothing is more than enough.  Depending on how deep their depression is, there is absolutely, nothing you can possibly say that will make them feel any better. For many of us, that is hard to accept.

How do you help? You don’t need to be a mental health “professional” to help someone in your life that may be struggling but, the best way to start is to ask if they are okay. Once they start to share their feelings, let them talk, show them that you can be a good listener, for them, not to them. Sometimes, it may not be enough for them but, you give it your best shot to let them know you will be there if they need you.

Understanding depression doesn’t mean that you have had to suffer from it to understand it but, that you listen to those who are, and you try your best to support them. Criticizing someone because of how they are feeling, isn’t going to make them feel better. It’s the exact opposite; it makes it worse.

Chapter 2: Understand Me, and I’ll Understand You

Now, you may have felt that this was from a writer who is on the outside looking in talking about depression. You may have thought I’ve been using information from stories I have read or have heard. Both are correct but, there is also more source material based on my own depression.

Yes, I know I seem to be upbeat, pleasant, in control, stable or any other misnomers many who know me would like me to be but, I am also suffering from depression. I have situational and seasonal depression. My seasonal depression was the worst! I won’t say that it’s gone but, this past winter, I was so in control of it that I didn’t gain the usual 25-30lbs over the winter that I’ve become accustomed to. I became vegetarian in the middle of the “holiday” season and lost a few pounds while “enjoying” the winter. In past years, the weight gain, the cabin fever, the winter blues, all formed around me like ice forms over a plant that decides to go through the winter, rather than hide from it. Well, I didn’t hide from it, I waited until I found the inner strength and felt supported enough, that I knew that I was going to make it through and have a healthy, depression free winter.

I recently learned about situational depression from someone very close to me. (Hopefully, they are reading this blog.) After doing some reading and reacting I realized that it was describing me to a tee. I always wonder how much time it takes to come up with these diagnoses and definitions of things that are so on point and relevant to me, and they’ve never met me before. That goes to show just how well researched, and studied, depression is.

Situational depression is a short-term form of depression that can occur in the aftermath of various traumatic changes in your normal life, including divorce, retirement, loss of a job and the death of a relative or close friend. Doctors sometimes refer to the condition as adjustment disorder.

I have found at times that when my depression is getting better, I’ll see something sad or hear something terrible or find out that someone close to me may be dealing with something difficult, that will send me right back into the sinkhole and I’ll be there until I find a way out.

I guess, it’s the empath in me.

Situational Depression Basics
As we go through life, we all have experiences that stretch the limits of our normal ability to cope and continue our daily routines. In addition to the experiences listed above, situations that can potentially overwhelm your normal coping mechanisms include surviving a hurricane or other major disaster, surviving a serious accident, experiencing a major illness, and even marriage or the birth of a child. Situational depression occurs when you haven’t yet adapted to the changes brought about by these situations and incorporated them into your overall life experiences.

Most people with situational depression develop symptoms within roughly 90 days following the event that triggers the condition. Depending on the individual, these symptoms can include listlessness, feelings of hopelessness, sleeping difficulties, sadness, recurring bouts of crying, unfocused anxiety, unfocused worry, loss of concentration, withdrawal from normal work or leisure activities and withdrawal from friends and family. In addition, some people develop suicidal thoughts.

I have wondered about the impact of my death and how it would affect those around me but, I’ve never thought about taking my life. There are so many things that people who don’t make that choice are going through, that they can’t think of anything else and that is because they feel there is no other way. That is very serious, and we must find ways to help our family and friends to help them understand that there are other ways to get through.

Chapter 3: Anxiety, Depressions not-so-cute Cousin from Atlanta

All jokes aside, anxiety isn’t a joke. I recently had an unexpected anxiety attack during a very sad moment following the death of a family member. I couldn’t breathe, my head was tight, I was hot, I was cold, I was afraid, I was falling, I was crying, it was a brief panic attack that seemed to last forever. Luckily, I was comforted by a loved one who was able to tell me what was happening. I was shocked because I had never felt anything like that before but, they knew. Understanding that anxiety is a nervous disorder, helps me understand that it can’t be fixed with just words alone. It’s usually a long drawn out culmination of thoughts that cause excessive worry.

Anxiety (GAD)
The hallmark of generalized anxiety disorder (GAD)—the broadest type of anxiety—is worrying too much about everyday things, large and small. In the case of GAD, it means having persistent anxious thoughts on most days of the week, for six months. Also, the anxiety must be so bad that it interferes with daily life and is accompanied by noticeable symptoms, such as fatigue. –

Being able to talk away someone’s anxiety is nearly an impossible task. If words could have stopped my attack, I wouldn’t have had a story to share. We can try to use words but, we must listen, and we have to watch and learn and most importantly, we have to be present. Paying attention to the signs that they share with you, there may be some signs that we may have to pick up on our own. Encourage, but don’t recommend that they seek medical treatment, and don’t expect them to make themselves better.

Treatment of anxiety focuses on a two-pronged approach for most people, that focuses on using psychotherapy combined with occasional use of anti-anxiety medications on an as-needed basis. –

Chapter: You [Looking after yourself]

If you are the main support person for someone going through depression or anxiety it can be rewarding, but it is challenging too. It could take a while for them to get through it, which is why it’s very important to look after yourself. –

It’s really important to be able to ask someone who is suffering from depression if they are okay. This opens a lot of air and opportunity to receive a lot of information about things that you may have never known or may not be prepared to hear. It’s important that if you are willing to be a part of the process to begin to help someone get through their depression, you must take care of yourself. Work on understanding yourself and know who you are, ask yourself tough questions, ask yourself, why do you care and if you can do this. If you can’t, you may make matters worse particularly if the person suffering looks to you as someone who can help them, you don’t want to let them down.

For years, many in the African American community have called each other crazy or have swept a family members “odd” behavior under a door, the same door they pass food to their so-called crazy uncle. I think it’s not healthy to ignore or avoid the subject of mental health when it comes to people we love or, just people in general. There are a lot of broken, men, women and children walking on our streets that have mental health issues and need help. Some more than others. What do we do? Are we going to keep our fear of mental issues, hidden behind doors or swept under rugs? How do we heal if we cannot deal with the work that it takes to be diagnosed and treated for illnesses both physical and mental that many of us can’t understand? Ask yourselves; am I alright, and are the people I love alright as well?

Thank you for taking the time to read my blog. If you need to learn more about depression, anxiety, mental health and suicide prevention, contact the suicide prevention hotline at 1-800-273-8255




A Moment of Clarity-

An indescribable freedom came over me over the last few days; No Facebook and like James Brown, “I Feel Good!” Actually, I’m feeling great. It’s been nearly a decade since I first signed on (plugged in) and going without Facebook, has been liberating to say the least.

Why did I need this break?
There’s so much shit on Facebook that it was making my head feel like shit. From “expert” opinions on race, sex, marriage, relationships and society, to “experts” on Blackness, police policy, holistic practices, community work and child rearing and psychology; I had to step away for more than just personal reasons. I may or may not be talking about people on my super-duper-long list of “friends” on Facebook but, if the shoe fits, then by God, wear it! My news feed, flooded with foolishness, people posting fights amongst women, children and men while someone stands by and records the abuse. Overnight revolutionaries, trying to tell me, how to and why I should protest or why I should go to a rally or why I should lay down in the middle of the street or why I should hold hands with the same people that would oppress me IF they switched sides and had the power to do so. My inbox, raided with vitriol because I’m not aligning myself with certain movements or causes. I get questions about this and that and why I feel this and why I think that; people trying to get at me through cyberspace yo – feels like their fishing.

Speaking of cyberspace, a part of the disconnect that most of us are suffering despite the connectivity that soc/med is supposed to bring us, is the fact that we are connected to machines that put the world in our hands. Cell phones, laptops, tablets and personal computers, aid in disconnecting humans from humans. The advances in technology are great, despite the role they play in tearing us apart. At concerts, the artists ask that you “put up your cell phones” to mimic the days of when people put up lighters for their favorite songs. Or when you’re at dinner with family, friends or a fiancée and everyone are on their phones, while the food gets cold. We spend more time looking down into our palms than into the faces of the people we say that we love and care about. I’m not above my own reprimand, I’m guilty of the same offense, but I vow to improve my personal interactions, while toning down some digital ones.

There’s a sense on Facebook of care-less-ness, in all aspects. People care less about the success of other people; their dreams, ideas or plans. People are careless with information they put on Facebook and are just messy with their actions and behaviors. Not everyone will be as supportive as some of us are, the question is why not? Why is it such a big deal to show love, support or even donate to people you know and claim to care about? Facebook, in my opinion has either 1) Exposed people for who they really are or 2) Exposed people for who they really are! As a society that’s plugged into Facebook, we’ve become some truly non-caring folks. We turn to Facebook to remember birthdays. We turn to Facebook to get the word on the street. We turn to Facebook to judge people. We turned to Facebook to avoid reality. There are very few genuine things on Facebook and I’m sure that most of us, if we think that way can count them on one hand. Everything else is fodder for foolishness.

It’s hard to avoid the idiot box (TV), when people clog the news feed with Scandal, Housewives, BET or anything else that I feel is bad for me. Not to say it’s bad for you, but, does the whole world need to know the play-by-play of a TV show that you are watching in your home? Aren’t there groups dedicated to that crap where you could post, share and cackle about it? This year so far, I have turned off notifications and have un-followed so many people because of the BS they post. If there’s one thing that Facebook offers that I enjoy, it’s that feature. This way I can narrow it down to who I want to see and who I don’t want to see. Personal preference, I’m just saying. I don’t want to see your Videos, Vines or Vimeos! Notice how those all start with V!?



Just because YOU are into something doesn’t mean that I have to be into it as well. We all have different streams of thought, different thought processes, we don’t have to believe what you believe and vice-versa, the problem is folks are too damn sensitive. I’ve said this before, Facebook has created whine-babies, that take everything personally and instead of discussing it like men/women, they run away. Hiding on your friends list just so they can stay connected to you for whatever reason they choose to stick around.

Facebook has turned us against each other, pitting one mind versus the other, degreed people versus non-degreed people. Black versus White, Male versus Female, Citizens versus Cops and Truth tellers versus Liars. I’ve been free to think for myself without being negatively influenced by what I see on Facebook. I see cliques and clubs, thinkers and thugs, starving artists and some who are just starving for attention. I see anger, frustration, sadness and bliss, things to make me think and things to make me sick. Where’s the old social media that I used to know? This medium was a great connector of old friends and connecting with new ones. I’ve been able to connect with schoolmates from elementary school and disconnect with friends that I grew up with. Is Facebook to blame for the people we have become? I’m not sure, but, there is a powerful influence that determines our lives that comes from our interaction with Facebook. You can tell when you’re talking to someone and they are telling you something important and then finish by saying, “Oh, you didn’t see it, I posted it on Facebook.” (GTFOH)

I’ve heard several people say, “It’s not official until it’s on Facebook!” How many times have you heard that? This is some of the reasons as to why I’m unplugging and or monitoring my time and the content I consume while participating on Facebook. No longer will my life and time be wasted wantonly staring at a news feed that is feeding me news of pain, death, destruction and distaste. If I wanted that, I could just watch TV.

Facebook has been the biggest disservice to society it has:
1. Destroyed relationships
2. Destroyed friendships
3. Destroyed caring
4. Destroyed love
5. Destroyed us

It has also created Facebook thugs, Facebook know-it-alls, Facebook killers, Facebook bullies, women haters, men haters, gay haters, straight haters, haters, haters, haters!!!

Intelligent conversation need not apply. (Save a few of us) Personalized expert opinion is the new norm. We take and accept information because it’s given loudly and with boisterous intent. Social skills are lost in the banter and guilt-free rhetoric, no one knows how to hug or love or care anymore. People are too scared to speak up or voice their opinions because they don’t want to loose [sic] friends…on Facebook and the only qualified voice is the one that is quantified with degrees. (Not)

We have to be aware (beware) that there are forces out there that instigate our frustrations at each other. There are people (agents) in place to disrupt the basics of our minds by implanting lies that MIGHT feel like truth but smell like shit. Agents that claim to love us then throw shade and bombs at us, talking badly about folks just because they disagree with their beliefs. Many have said, how can you blame Facebook for that? I just say, I can’t blame it on Facebook but, Facebook brings out the boogeyman in some of us. Facebook has become a platform for dispensing pain; instead of lying on a couch and talking to a therapist, we are the unwilling eyes to witness someone falling apart mentally and we tend to not care enough to check on a person who is crying out for help. We message back like, “you a’ight, you okay, you good?” Instead of just picking up the phone or going by to check on them. Facebook, or our laziness has desensitized us to the point of where we are too preoccupied to get off of our ass to spend time with the people we love. We would rather separate from them in order to avoid the responsibility of caring about them.

I don’t really mean to go off on a rant on anyone that may feel that I may be talking about them personally, I’m really not. I know Mr. or Mrs. Sensitivity, whose insecurity may get to them, may think I am but, truly I have better things to do than worry about you or your opinions of me. I’m just blogging about how turned-off I’ve become watching the behavior of people that are lost in the world of Facebook. I only ask that we do better since we know better. So for now, I’m unplugged and off Facebook, if you really want to find me, you know how.

Facebook is getting played out!


WriteI’m a Write or Die kind of writer, so I’ve been writing the entire time I was away from WP. Never taking a moment to not scratch on white-lined or blank computer screens. Whether it was a story, an unpublished blog, or poetry, I write to become a better writer.  “To not write is to die” – CT

To my fans I apologize to the both of you but, it’s once again writing season for Cerebellum Tellum and I’m back with a muted-vengeance cause people are watching.

Oh, it’s been a long time on the sidelines, I feel like Jonas Gray of the Patriots being benched for being late to practice, feeling like I’m late to these digital pages so I’m rushing through like a running-back to get my words to touchdown into your brains.

Since last we hung out, there have been countless crimes against the humanity of Black men and women all over this country. The cries of injustice are real and are being heard all over the world and yet, the dominant society fails to yield to moral pressure. The recent caricaturization of historical lynchings with captions saying, “I can’t breathe” is tasteless, hurtful and is maliciously courting the wrath of an already angry people.

Two thousand fourteen started out with a racist bang and it looks like the trend continued up to the end of the year. Now, I don’t mean to come back just to harp on the negative things going on but, there’s a whole lot of negative things going on.

Sanford, FL – Ferguson, MO – Staten Island, NY – Main Street, America…

It feels like open season on our lives, it feels like folks are still scratching and scraping for freedom and justice that was mistakenly promised to us. We really want to believe in the American dream but, we’ve only been able to cuddle up with the nightmares that this country has expeditiously expedited on our lives. Under our current POTUS, racism, white supremacy and police brutality have been on the rise. Our CIC (Commander In Chief) has been painfully silent; more so than any other President in history on race issues. We knew George Bush didn’t like Black people (thanks Kanye) but damn, at least he served the interests of people that looked like him.

I think most of us who express disappointment in the Presidents lack of or dismissive responses to the struggles of black folks, forgets that, WE didn’t support him financially. WE didn’t do what was needed to put a Black Agenda under a Black President in place. Yeah we voted, we prayed, we danced but, to a politician, that’s all we did. Money talks, so we get stuck with 4th or 5th string treatment when it comes to what he can and is willing to do for us. We can’t expect him to do for us just as he does for every other “group”, they’ve contributed heavily to his presidency. So, you heard it hear first, we all we got.

Whack Friday

Many Black Americans stood in solidarity withholding our dollars and not spending on the biggest retail days of the year. According to ATLANTA BLACKSTAR, on Black Friday 2014, there was an 11% drop in sales across the nation. Of course analyst and mainstream media are downplaying a loss of 7 Billion dollars on lack of interests in Black Friday and downplaying the magnitude and importance of the black dollar to American retail.

If you ask me, WE are waking up. #nojusticenoprofit #notonedime #boycottblackfriday (you can also check TIME Magazine if you need more proof) I hope that if Black Americans are not spending wastefully, that we are saving or making investments that will benefit ourselves and our families in the long run and not just a temporary fix. Invest wisely and put your money towards long term solutions that will improve financial institutions, schools and hospitals, businesses and organizations in our communities.

While millions around the world protest and die-in, we should be trying to make a true, actual and tangible and financial difference in the neighborhoods we live in. Let’s #stopkillingeachother, let’s #buildupeachother, let’s #worktogether and stop walking around with our hands up and keep our heads up instead.

Look America, I just want to write. These words need to be heard, like spoken words and proverbs!

Cerebellum Tellum isn’t trying to beat you over the head with wit or writ or endless tirades about how I feel about the unrest in the world but, this is my blog and I kinda like it here. It’s warm and welcoming and it gives me a platform to express myself in a ttolaly dffiernet way. (Hope you caught that) I welcome conversation and look forward to typing to all of you and giving shout outs because you followed my page. 🙂

It feels good to be back, I just hope it feels as good to you as it is for me.

– CT


Michael Jordan doesn’t care about Black People. Like Kanye West courageously shouted on national television, about how he felt then president George W. Bush felt about Black people during the Hurricane Katrina disaster and the screw up that followed.  I personally feel the same way about Mr. Jordan and other athletes but, this is about MJ. He is in a position, a well paid position; that allows an exploitative condition to be created for some of our less informed Brothers and Sisters to fall into. One of the highest paid and greatest athletes of ALL time, shackled by his surname to a product, an expensive brand that creates death and drama in poor Black communities.

Death. Violence. Capitalism.

How is MJ to be blamed? He knows exactly what’s going on outside of the sneaker stores – mothers and fathers fighting, kids dying, police being called in to control the ravenous crowds that come out in droves to purchase these shoes. The majority of these people can barely pay their rents, live check to check, neglect their children but, still find a way to spend over $300 on his sneakers. That’s not his fault but, his marketers control the euphoria that draws people to it.  On the flip-side, is it fair to completely blame him?

For 30 Years, we have chosen to be enslaved to a product. Materialism has been likened to psychosis; this is a sickness of consumption…

I’ve always wondered, what is more important to African-Americans? Do we really NOT care about the future, about our lives, the lives of our children and the lives of others? Are we that broken, that we refuse to try to do the slightest things to fix the problems that plague us and our communities.  I think of the hair industry – Black women spend billions (b) of dollars a year on someone else’s hair.  I can only imagine, if MJ or MJB put their name on a wig it would sell like hot combs!  I’m also reminded of a quote, “Rich people stay rich by living like they are poor and poor people stay poor by living like they’re rich.” True right?

Our priorities are all jacked up and it adds to our Slave Narrative of 2014 and possibly beyond.

In light of the glorification of Slavery in dramatic and cinematic exhibition, I wanted to start a conversation about our current condition. Let’s talk about our current Slave status.  Not in a speculative sense; let’s literally discuss where we are when it comes to accepting the fact that we are mainstream Slaves.  Slaves to materialism and consumerism. We get caught up in the razzle-dazzle of “buying things” and line dance our way into the money-grubbing hands of capitalists that make you think you need to spend money that you don’t have on products you don’t need.

The amount of money we spend during holidays is sickening. Christmas, New Year’s, Valentine’s Day to name a few; on these days, the African-American dollar is looooong….However, we are the bottom of the list again, when it comes to charitable contributions and circulating money in our communities.

I feel this way about all Americans but, African Americans must do better. We have fewer resources but, expend up to 3 times as much as our European counterparts.

Now,  I’m not trying to be right or wrong; that will be decided by you, the readers but, this obsession over Jordans is crazy and it has to stop! Period. Point. Blank!

Michael Jordan and other “High Society”, Blacks do not care about the plights of poor Black people. They are somehow immune from issues that affect the “little people” due to their economic statuses.  These are people that are trying coming up from the bottomless pits, trying to get out of the same dark places that many of them came from.

We have to send them a message that they will not continue to profit from our suffering.

Stop feeding the machine. Stop buying Jordans!




It’s so hard to stay away from controversy when controversy refuses to stay away. Hey everyone, the dragon is back and I’m fired up. Let me make a disclaimer; I am not a fan of Dr. Boyce Watkins however, he wrote an interesting piece on the Donald Sterling situation and for once I agree with a lot of what he says well, at least 81% (to avoid full compliance with him).

Anyway, this controversy over in Clipper Land has really agitated me and I just can’t keep calm and keep my mouth shut, I have to write, Bloggers, blog. So, that being said, my engraved fume into this digital soil will focus on the NAACP and its coon leadership over in Los Angeles. How disturbingly fitting, a male by the name of Leon Jenkins, a name that couldn’t speak to the volumes of coon-ism any louder than Stepin Fetchit, is conducting the coon train into an embarrassing media minstrel show.

This so-called president of the Los Angeles branch of the NAACP allegedly is calling for Donald Sterling’s forgiveness for a “fee”, while hiding behind God, religion and apparent greed.

“This week, the Los Angeles Times has reported that Leon Jenkins, president of the Los Angeles branch of the NAACP, is willing to forgive Sterling for his latest set of racial sins, all for a modest fee. Using God, Christianity and the bible as cover, Jenkins goes back to the foundations of why black people were fed religious beliefs that teach us to bend in fear in the midst of battle, even if others have declared war on us.  “God teaches us to forgive, and the way I look at it, after a sustained period of proof to the African American community that those words don’t reflect his heart, I think there’s room for forgiveness. I wouldn’t be a Christian if I said there wasn’t,” Jenkins said. “We are negotiating with him about giving more moneys to African American students at UCLA, and so we are in preliminary discussions,” he also said. – Boyce Watkins

The NBA has shown its strength while the NAACP has shown its weakness.

The NBA has shown its strength while the NAACP has shown its weakness.

I fully agree with Boyce that, “The NAACP’s national office should step up and admonish the Los Angeles chapter for exhibiting behavior that is in direct contradiction to the sentiments and desires of millions of people who are offended by Sterling’s record of racist behavior.”

I call for his resignation.

This Jenkins character is indisputably a villain and an enemy of the people. We are not and should not support the NAACP nationally until they demand his resignation. Our community can’t continue to foot the bill when it comes to building up these organizations and empowering these puppets that claim to be for us but, only end up hurting us and making us look like a tribe of fools. Now the world knows that the NAACP will take money from racist whites looking to be forgiven for transgressions against Black people. It’s like going into a confession booth and silently sliding the pastor an envelope of cash and all sins are magically forgiven.

We pretend that because of the size of the NAACP that we can’t and shouldn’t hold them accountable for their actions and the way they practice business. We never come out and say this but, our actions speak louder than words. Everything they do is at our expense; the little people, the poor, the inopportune and the weak, how can any right-thinking person accept this without questioning the intents and purposes of the organization and sleep comfortably at night?

How many more Donald Sterling’s are we going to have to forgive? How many more degrading remarks about our people are we going to sweep under the rug? How much more can a people take; being torn down day after day, by law enforcement, millionaires, billionaires, white supremacists, racists, institutionalized racism and the media. When will the string that is holding us complacent out of fear of death, break and unleash upon the world the collective anger of Black people?

When are we going to stop following the lamb to the slaughterhouse?

The LA NAACP’s failure to act appropriately, is another notch in the whipping belt of white supremacy; proving that the almighty white dollar can buy black sentiment from institutions that are supposed to work for us, not against us. Working on behalf to end discrimination and hatred towards Black people well, colored people, whatever that means but, you get my point. African-Americans, Blacks, Coloreds, Negroes will never be taken seriously if we don’t get serious about how we take care of each other.

In my openly-personal opinion, this is clearly making the NAACP look like the laughing stock of the non-profit world. Yes, other organizations may take dirty money but, it’s not in the open and they don’t have the archetypal stereotype posturing around on television trying to justify the handout!

Leon Jenkins is a coon, a minstrel, a sell-out, selling-into the white supremacy machine and using our foolishness, our money and our misguided loyalty to grease the engine.


The end result of all of this is unbalanced, like Elephants and Ants on see-saws. The NBA has shown its strength while the NAACP has shown its weakness.  Showing lenience and compassion to Donald Sterling, while the NBA does the right thing and rids themselves of him for life.




I was on a week-long journey, a journey to find A Better Breakfast. Trying to eat better and to eat right.  What is eating better or eating right?  Let’s get to that later…

I’m a typical breakfast guy.  Eggs, Bacon (Turkey), Toast, Grit, Waffles, Pancakes and occasionally a drop of fruit are what usually make up my morning meal.  There are so many variations of the aforementioned grub it’s impossible to not find anything that will suit your palette.  My breakfast consists of three eggs, scrambled, with cheese, turkey bacon or sausage, toast or a burrito wrap.  This would be a quick and fast, easy and portable delicious start to me day.  However, after 25-45 minutes I would feel sluggish and sleepy, the “Itis” as it’s aptly named set in and sitting at a desk just hours after waking up is a bad mix and sometimes results in sleeping. Shhhhh, don’t tell anyone!

I joined a group on facebook that focuses on ‘No Meat for Once A Week’ and I chose Thursday to be my meatless day, I added another day to my week I actually on top of that, I wanted to try to improve my breakfast choices and to do that I’ve dropped my typical routine.


On a search for a healthier breakfast, I discovered the amazing Avocado! The Avocado is well loved by many people and I’ve added my name to its fan list.  Whether it’s sliced or mashed, it goes great with fresh tomatoes, multigrain bread and even eggs.


I have been eating clean every morning and here are some of my healthy creations.

As of the date that this blog was posted, I’ve discovered the delectable and filling peanut butter and banana sandwich for breakfast.  I use a nutty-multi-grain bread for that meal.  I’ve removed a couple of brands of Almond milk from my diet, due to chemical additives that don’t sit right with my soul, I’ve also continued with meatless mornings.


What is eating better?  Not eating the over-processed meats and fat heavy cheeses that come with egg sandwiches from places like Dunkin Donuts or local mom and pop eateries.

Eating better with the idea that you are eating for nutritional purposes and not just to fill your stomach, to satisfy taste buds and our ravenous false-famines when it comes to foods.

What is eating right?  Eating the right things and not the wrong things.  Most of us are capable of making the right decisions when presented with choice.  Sometimes we do make the right ones when no one is looking and for that we deserve praise.  Choosing to eat fruits and vegetables over meats and cheeses, is a way to eat right.  It may not be for you; why not?  You don’t have to eat what I eat but, you can watch what you eat and decide if all of that extra stuff is good for you.

I just wanted to share and I hope you get inspired and try to find healthier options so you can have A Better Breakfast.