So, you wanna learn to play the guitar? Here are some tips

Playing the guitar is a lot like solving a Rubix Cube, and for those of you who don’t know what a Rubix Cube is, allow me to explain

rubixBack in the 80’s, there was a sensation running in the nation.  That sensation was the invention of a multi-colored, six sided cube known to be the Rubix.  The object of the cube was to match all the colors on all the sides of the cube…easier said than done.  This cube was so hard to solve, that most people ended up throwing it in their drawers after only playing a few weeks.  FACT: Less than 1% of the total U.S. population can solve the cube.  Another FACT:  less than 1% of the total U.S. population have mastered playing the guitar.

Now, I’m not saying this to discourage you from playing.  I’m just letting you know what you’re in for.  So, here are just a few tips to help you make the easiest and most rewarding decision…to play, or not to play.

1.  Is the guitar for me?

I’ve watched countless videos of my Guitar Gods, and one thing stands out.  Most of the successful guitar players, in history, were shy.  Yes, Jimi Hendrix, Slash, Eric Clapton, Eddie Van Halen were shy.

“But, they can’t be shy!!??!!  They make a living playing on stage to thousands of people.”  True, but in the case of Slash–he is so shy that he has to wear the hat and sunglasses to block everyone out.  Another fact, guitar players are lonely.

If you’re someone who has problems communicating with people, the guitar can and will be your best friend.

2. Choosing your axe

So, you decided that the guitar is for you.  Now what?  Here are just a few words of caution.  Keep your options open when it comes to buying a guitar.  Often times, people make the mistake of buying a guitar similar to their guitar heroes.  In my case, he hero is Jimi Hendrix.  Jimi played a Fender Strat, and my first guitar was a cheap Strat copy.  I learned a few chords on it, got discouraged and put it away.  Twenty years later, I got the guitar bug back and bought a Gibson.  I was in love, and that love is still ongoing.

There are hundreds of guitars to choose from, but there are only three guitar configurations to choose from.

There are the humbucker guitars.  The single coil guitars, and the humbucker/single coil guitars.  Choosing the right guitar for you means that you must figure out what sound you like.

Single coil guitars sound bright, and the pickups are a bit noisy.  Humbucker pickup guitars are dark sounding, and are not noisy.  It’s hard for one to understand what it is to sound bright or dark until you pick up a guitar and play it through an amp.

stratA Fender Strat has three single coil pickups, and retails for $1,200 for an American Deluxe and $500 for a Mexican.

gibsonA Gibson Les Paul has two humbuckers, and retails for $1,600 for a Standard.  $800 for a studio, and $400 for an Epiphone copy

If those guitars are out of your budget I would highly recommend buying an Ibanez

ibanezHere is an Ibanez RG series with two humbucker pickups and a single coil in the middle.  This one also has a Floyd Rose bridge, and locking nut.  Most people would not recommend this guitar to a beginner, but I disagree.  If your someone who is into Steve Vai, Joe Satriani and Eddie Van Halen this would be good, and the price on this is very reasonable, starting at $300 used or, you can find one without the Floyd Rose style bridge for $189 or less.  I have an Ibanez RX series that I paid $80 for, and it sounds amazing.

When it comes to buying a guitar try staying away from guitars made in China.  They might look really nice, but they all have their share of problems–mostly in the neck.  And that leads to one of the most important things in deciding what guitar is right for you–the feel of the neck.

In my opinion, Ibanez guitars have the nicest feeling necks.  But, that is a personal preference, and everyone is different.

3. Choosing an amp

Choosing a guitar amp is almost as important as what style guitar to buy.  Know your limitations.  Don’t go out and buy a Marshall half stack when you live in a 60 unit apartment complex packed full of retirees.  Try buying a combo amp that comes with built in effects.  Line6 has a nice amp that has over 100 effects, and is priced under $300.  You can also find them on eBay or Craigslist used for $150.  Try to stay away from a tube amp, in the beginning.  Those are finnicky, and are meant to play loud.  Again, know your surroundings.  If you live out in the Country with no neighbors, buy one.

4. I have the guitar and amp, now what?

There will be people that will tell you that you have to learn chords.  You have to learn scales.  You have to learn theory.  You have to memorize every note on the fretboard…I beg to differ.  It is important to learn all those things, but it is more important just to have fun.  There are plenty of resources on the internet.  Youtube is a perfect venue for instruction.  There is Steve Stine from guitarzoom , which I highly recommend.  He makes learning music theory easy.  You can take lessons from your local music shop, or you can teach yourself.  Just go to any tab site on the internet, search for your favorite song and learn.     Youtube also has tutorials on how to read tab.  It’s not hard.

I hope that I informed you on what to look for.  Feel free to like or subscribe, and leave me a comment to tell me what you think.  Have fun, and learn to play the guitar!

 

Knowing When To Stand and Preparing To Fall

We, as humans, are faced with the sometimes daunting task of simple decision making.  The average person makes hundreds of decisions in one single day.  Some are small, inconsequential.  Some have the ability to affect the individual.  Some can affect others, and some can impact the whole World.  Jimi Hendrix made the decision to commit himself to learning to play the guitar, and that he did.  That was a decision that truly changed the World.  At least, it changed me.

I have this dream of becoming the greatest guitar player to have ever lived.  It is not a dream that is out of reality.  It is not a dream out of reality, because I can see myself being interviewed by some elite journalist from “Guitar World”.  And in this interview we’re going over my technique on playing the guitar.  All the whole he is quietly stroking my ego while I’m trying to appear embarrassed–passing my praise off to my heroes like Jimi Hendrix and Jimmy Page.

I can see myself playing to thousands of people.  I can see myself enjoying all the riches that playing guitar can get me, but I can’t convince myself to practice.  Don’t get me wrong, I do practice.  The problem is that I practice the same thing over and over, day after day, and expecting a different result.  According to Einstein, that is the definition of insanity.  But I don’t seem to think so.  I consider that to make me a hopeful optimistic.  I’m patiently waiting for that day when I have that “Eureka” moment.  The day when when the fruits of my labor have grown into something worth it all.  Now, don’t get me wrong.  I have countless amounts of people that tell me my playing is good.  However, it doesn’t sound good to my ears.  And I consider my ears to be very important.  I have decided to stand, and I also decided that I refuse to fall.

Being a parent involves making some tough decisions.  I wouldn’t know what it is like to be a parent, since I never had kids.  So, I have to go off of the decisions my parents had to make that involved me and my siblings.  My father didn’t have to do much.  He was never there, but my mother had to find a way to work and raise three kids.  She had to work two or three jobs to provide food on the table, clothing on our backs and a roof over our heads.  I was truly blessed.  I lived in a really good neighborhood.  I had some of the greatest of friends.  I partook in some of the greatest childhood experiences…and I looked into the eyes of the single most beautiful girl in the World.

My mother chose to move us out of a bad neighborhood into a great neighborhood for the sole purpose of her kids to receive the benefits of a good education.  She had complete trust that when her kids went to school our teachers would do their jobs, to the best of their abilities.  She knew that if there was ever a problem she could call the police and they would respond quickly.  The same can be said for the fire department, or the town hall.

However, times are changing…

It seems to me that a swatch of parents find it hard to take responsibility.  If their child fails a class in school it’s somehow the teachers fault.  Instead of assessing the child, of course, it’s the teachers fault because they’re some sort of lazy union thug that only took the job so they can get all the major holidays and the summer off.  On the other hand, these same parents seem to think that all police officers are doing a good job.  And if they happen to be one of the several hundred police officers who stumble upon killing an unarmed person….eh, it was the victims fault.

Which brings me to this past election.  Much has been made about the election being the most exceptional election in modern day history.  I don’t seem to think so.  It was just your average, ordinary election when it comes to the fact that you had someone running as a democrat, and someone, running, to be a republican.  This has been going on for over one hundred years.  A democrat stands for something, the republican stands for the complete opposite, and it just keeps growing from there.  You know, I remember when republicans used to stand for something.  I am also old enough to remember when democrats and republicans used to work together.  A time when common ground wasn’t such a bad thing, but now republicans use their time when they’re not in power to say that nothing can be done because of the yuuuge national debt.  Then, they spend their time in power building a yuuuge national debt.  They go on, and on, about how religious they are.  And about how pro-life they are, but when that child grows up to be gay…they deserve to go to hell.  And that is what God would want for them.

Let’s face it, Donald Trump didn’t win the election.  It just comes down to the fact that Hillary Clinton lost the Electoral College.  It’s sad to me, because I wanted a woman to succeed the first black president–and Hillary would’ve been the best…at least in my opinion. Trump is a real estate guy, so I’ll use a real estate analogy.  Donald Trump was that real estate agent that tried to sell you a piece of shit house and said, “It’s a piece of shit, and I know a piece of shit when I see it, buh-lieve me.  But that piece of shit has the best plumbing in the World.”  Hillary’s problem was that she kept telling the voters, “…but the house is still a piece of shit!”  The liberals can say that her loss was attributed to the Russians, to WikiLeaks, to Comey, her stupid f-ing emails, yadda, yadda, yadda, but she never managed to convince people to buy her magnificent splendor of a house. And she failed in that respect, because her vision was already completed.  I mean, you can’t sell someone on promising to deliver education when a vast majority of people have access to good, decent education.  Democrats have been running on the education platform for over forty years.

They say that Trump won because of all the stupid voters, but his voters aren’t stupid.  They were smart enough to see that he was different.  They were smart enough to see that piece of shit and not question the plumbing.  The only stupid thing about the Trump voter is that they voted for someone who doesn’t stand for anything, and if you vote for someone who doesn’t stand for anything–you will fall for everything.

He promised to “drain the swamp”.  However, going by his cabinet picks, he has managed to fill the swamp with alligators that like to consume their young.  He promises to “Build a wall and have Mexico pay for it.”  He promises to ban Muslims from entering into this Country.  He promises to deport all the “illegals”.  He promises to repeal “Obamacare”.  He promises to stop having black people getting shot and killed in their neighborhoods.  “What have you got  to lose?” We’ll see how that goes.

I’m not one who wishes him well. I have a feeling that I know how things are going to end up.  I have a feeling that Trump is a guy that means what he says, but I question if he’ll do what he says.  That’s not to say he’ll do what he means.  He’ll govern that way, buh-lieve me.  May Jack Daniels bless us all, we’re gonna need it.

America Voted For The One Night Stand

I spend a great deal of time thinking about time.  What if Al Gore won the electoral college back in 2000?  We wouldn’t have had a terrorist attack on 9/11?  We wouldn’t have invaded Iraq and Afghanistan.  We wouldn’t have seen the creation of ISIS.  Syria would be going on with business as usual, and the great economic recession of 2008 would not have happened.  We wouldn’t have had 8 years of tax cuts that crippled the debt. In fact, we wouldn’t be talking about the debt because it would have been paid off.  There would have been more jobs created, people wouldn’t be loosing their homes, and the ones that do own homes would see a greater equity….

…then

that would mean we would never have had an Obama Presidency.  We never would have had the chance to witness a  skillful leader to transition us through the toughest of times.  And, I guess that would mean that we wouldn’t have had to deal with Hillary Clinton and her stupid fucking emails.

Why stop there?  What if Robert F. Kennedy was not assassinated.  What if he won the presidency in 1968, against Nixon? The end of the Vietnam War?  No Watergate?No Jimmy Cater, and no fucking Ronald Reagan!…which probably would mean no Al Gore, but who gives a shit because we had Robert Fucking Kennedy and no Nixon!

If we’re talking about changing time we can’t go without talking about J.F.K, Abraham Lincoln and Hitler.  What would 8 years of a Kennedy Presidency look like?  How would he have shaped the Country?  Would he have pushed for the Civil Rights Act of 1964?  Would Abraham Lincoln have given the freed slaves their forty acres and a mule?

Let’s talk about Hitler.  What would it have been like if the allies lost World War II to Germany’s Hitler?  As a democrat, I feel that the election of Trump was just that.  America lost, Hitler won.  I’m not trying to sound hyperbolic.  It is what i is.

Just the thought of traveling back in time to right some wrongs is fascinating, and scientifically challenging.  It’s why shows that delve into the impossible are gripping. However, one thing common n all these television shows or movies involving time travel focus on the importance of preserving significant events in time as to not change events, as not to lead in cascading change.  I always thought that was one of the dumbest fucking things I ever heard.  I mean, if I had the ability to create a time machine, go back in time, suffer through the effects of what that machine can do to my physical body.  Go through the trouble of dressing up in period costume.  Go through the trouble of speaking in the dialect of the time–go back in time, and be at the instant that Lincoln gets shot and what?  Go back home?  Get the fuck out of here! I would have shot John Wilkes Booth before he ever had a chance to kill Lincoln, and I sure as hell would have killed Lee Harvey Oswald.  And, after all has been said and done–if the outcome was still the same–I would keep going back in time to fix the wrong.

Now, don’t get me wrong.  I love me a big ol’ time machine, but what if I told you that we didn’t need a time machine to influence time?  What if I told you that we all are doing it–this very second.

We all have voices in our heads, right?  That certain voice that tells you what to eat.  That certain voice that tells you who to date.  That certain voice that tells you to join the military…or that certain voice that tells you to run for President of The Fucking United States.  Maybe they might not be voices, maybe they manifest themselves in gut feelings.  We all have that gut feeling.

I went on a date with a girl I met online.  We met up at a bar.  She was really hot, and not that into me.  But after a few drinks she loosened up and was digging me.  However, everything that came out of her mouth was nonsense.  The shit that was coming out sounded like some cult-like stupid liberal hippie bullshit….but she was hot.  I was horny, and my gut was telling me to jump in.  In the end, I was wrong, but I felt really good for 30 minutes or so.

Hillary Clinton had her flaws, but they weren’t as much as Trump’s.  However, in the end, America decided to vote for the one night stand.  One night stands are a lot of fun, but there is always one of them in which the other person never wants to leave the house in the morning.  Eventually, they do.  But the one night stand that voters voted for in this election is not going to leave your house.  In fact, not only is he not going to leave your house but he is going to burn it down.

However, before he burns it down he’s going to kill your gay brother, hang your black neighbor, deport your Hispanic nanny and grab your mothers pussy just before he shoves a tic tac in his herpes filled mouth, and you’re the one that is going to be shouting MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Trump Cunt

I have the keen ability to spot a bullshitter, and it’s not something that requires an undergraduate degree.  It is not even something that requires a graduate degree.  Shit, it doesn’t require a Ph.d, or even a fucking high school diploma.  You know how you can spot a bullshitter?  You can spot a bullshitter by the use of one word, and that word is “I”.  “I built that”, “I pulled myself up from my bootstraps.” “I solved the problem.” “I, alone, can fix it.”   Now, I have nothing against a bullshiter.  We all have put some kind of bullshit on our resumes.  We all have the told that certain someone what they want to hear when we wanted to get in their pants.  A really good bullshitter doesn’t have to pop a tic tac to grab some pussy.  A real good bullshitter can’t just get by on just their words.  They have to have a grandiose sense of confidence. Have you ever bought a used car?  You pull up to the dealership, and you see a car.  You look at that car and the paint looks great. You ask the dealer about the particulars, and you want it.  That son of a bitch lays it on so thick that–when you take the car on a test drive you overlook the noises that can be heard under the hood. You overlook the dry rotted tires, and you are overwhelmed with a trusted feeling you have with the dealer.  Even if everything in your being is telling you not to buy it–you resist.  And when you take the car home–and it starts to fall apart–you come away with the realization that you got fucked.  The paint starts to peel on your first car wash. The air slowly exits the dry rotted tires.  The battery dies.  The car leaves you stranded, and you’re left getting fucked hard up the ass. You can’t return it, because it was sold “as is”.  You can’t sell it without loosing money.  If you put money into fixing it, it will be worth less than you put in to it, and I think that’s what the presidential election of 2016 turned out to be. Millions of people chose to buy a piece of shit car from a piece of shit salesman.

It basically comes down to these two choices; buying a car from a reputibal four star dealer, or buying a car from Trump Cunt Used Car Sales.  Now, I know mother fuckers are going to get all offended by the word “cunt”, and these are the same mother fuckers that hate this country so fucking much that they actually thought the safest choice was to vote for the most vile, racist, sexist, masochistic. Fucking.candidate.ever.in.my.life.  

Let’s put it this way, when Obama got the keys to the car he bought–it was sitting on blocks with the tires missing.  The interior was stripped, the engine was missing and it was on fire. Slowly but surely he did the bodywork, slapped some paint on it, replaced all the glass.  Put on a nice pair of rims, and even installed a CB radio for all the redneck fuckers to communicate with their other redneck buddies.  It took eight years, but it was one bitching ride.  But some cunty, orange faced dickwad came over wanting to buy it. He looked at this car, and told the owner that it was a bigly piece of shit.  It was the bigliest piece of shit he ever saw.  It was a disaster. Most people would walk away from this deal, but most people aren’t cunts.  A cunt is someone who buys a car, tells the seller that he will take care of his baby, only to part the car out piece by piece, part by part, bumper to bumper.  And in the end, there will never be a trace of that really nice car.  Now, I wish the election was that simple, because if I bought that car I would cherish it.  I would appreciate it.  I would remember how long it took to restore it.  I would remember what it looked like when I bought it, but there are junk men around us.  See, junk dealers don’t care about how nice your car is.  Their bottom line is to pay the least amount and get the most amount of money.

The next few months are going to be filled with cunts and douchebags arguing on what to do with the car, and I don’t give a shit. You can blow it up, sell it to Russia, or give it to your other billionaire buddies. You can do whatever you want, but in the end you’re still going to be a cunt. And so are all those people who helped you buy it. So, not to be bling,…go fuck yourself and I hope your car dies and leaves you stranded.

Can Someone Tell Me WTF Normal Is?

I think one of the hardest things to accept in life, besides death, is trying to find out what normal is.  The Hot-shot Wall Street executive who chooses to neglect his wife and kids by working 95 hours a week can somehow justify his long work hours as normal.  Because he is using that time to make a high income to provide for all the creature comforts of his family.  That same guy can look at someone who has just recently retired at the age of 52 years old and think that person is a lazy bum.  Lazy bums are not normal, but he doesn’t care enough to realize that “Lazy Bum” just spent the last 30 years serving their Country, or that “Lazy Bum” just spent the last 30 years teaching high school students the basic fundamentals of learning.

We live in a World that is populated by over seven billion people.  Seven billion people of different faiths, skin tones, languages, cultures and on and on.  However, the one universal constant is that it is normal for people on Earth to fall in love, get married and have kids.  I’m sorry, but I didn’t get the memo.

Throughout my whole life, I have had people ask me the same series of questions over and over.  “Are you married?”.  “Do you have a girlfriend?”  “Do you have any kids?”  And in almost every instance my answer is no, no, no.  I have no idea what their motive is in asking me these questions.  Are they trying to get to know me?  Are they trying to find a common ground?  Do they think I’m gay?  To be honest, I don’t care and I couldn’t give a shit.

However, claiming that not being married and having kids is not normal is just plain stupid.  I choose not to be in a relationship, because 75% of all relationships end in some form of bitterness.  I choose not to get married, because 57% of all marriages end in a divorce, and the average person will be married 2.7 times in their life.  For men, divorce does not come cheap.  I choose not to have kids because, as a person of color, 72% of black kids are raised by a single parent.  Is that normal?  Is it normal for a police officer to follow around a person of color enough times to send them to the brink?…Well, yeah, that’s normal.  However, none of these things have to be.

Being normal is a state of mind.  Some people reading this will be shaking their heads saying that the writer doesn’t get it.  The writer hasn’t been in a 40 year marriage like “this reader”.  This writer knows that 40 year marriages are not normal, but normal marriages don’t last 40 years.  It is not normal to bring harmless children into a hate-filled world.  It is not normal to bring a black child into this world when statistics say 25% will spend some in the prison system.  Also, another 25% will live in Poverty.  Over 90% will be involved in racism, whether it’s inadvertent or overt.  Some will say that statistics are due to poor parenting, and I have found that it is totally normal to blame the victim for the mess that they were born into.

 

I started with the simple premise of trying to find out what being normal is, and after listing some of the things people claim to be normal I have chosen to be abnormal.  I guess I’ll have to march to the beat of a deaf drummer, because you people scare the living shit out of me.

Trump Is The Last Hope For America

I’m trying to think of a time when The United States of America was full of the dumbest pieces of shit–that would fall to the deepest, pithiest, bowels of Mother Earth and think that electing the human bloviator–Donald Trump –would be the greatest thing for all living human beings.  If that dumbest piece of shit is you…well, you’re the reason why this Country is the laughing stock of the World.

July 28, 1914 marked the first day of  World War I.  It was a war that involved most, if not all the Nations in Europe.  It was a war primarily against Germany, and it was also a war that lasted four years, involved over seventy million soldiers, and killed over nine million people.  At the end of the War, the German empire no longer existed.  Also, the Russian, Ottoman and Austro-Hungarian Empire ceased to exist.  The German people felt so humiliated.  They were so humiliated that they decided to look to a charismatic leader who promised to restore their credibility in the World, and that charismatic leader was Adolf Hitler.   Adolf Hitler told the German people everything they wanted to hear.  Once he was chosen by the German people he enacted a total dictatorship and imposed Nazi rule.  He decided to take back what was rightfully theirs, and more.  This is what was to lead to World War II.  It is clear to everyone now that Hitler took things a few steps too far, to say the least.  However, in the beginning, the people loved his rhetoric.  He was a man to be feared, and at the same time loved.  The smart people around the World knew that he had to be stopped, and eventually he was.  World War II was supposed to be the war to end all wars…that was not the case.

Since the birth of The United States of America, we have been locked in perpetual war.  Since the birth of The United States, white people have always exploited the rights of minorities,  even when those “minorities” were the majority in this once small nation.  Donald Trump knows this and is doing his best to exploit an opening for his own personal gain.  There will come a time in America when the minorities will be Caucasians.  This is due to the rising of the Hispanics.  This leads to fear and fear leads to radicalism.  Donald Trump is a radical for the radicals.

In 2008, I thought that Sarah Palin would be dangerous to serve in the second highest office in this Country.  In 2012, I thought that Mitt Romney would be too dangerous to serve in the highest office in this Country, and in 2016 I think that all the republican candidates running are all dangerous.  In fact, I would go further on to say that all of them have the same qualities as Hitler.

I’m trying to think just what would make people think that this Country is so fucked up that they feel the need to elect a totally fucked up person like Donald Trump?  Is it their fear of radical Islam infiltrating this Country?  It can’t be that because there are more acts of terror in this Country committed on a daily basis by white people.  Don’t believe me?  Just wait until next week when some right wing extremist thinking that Obama is going to take their guns away walks into a mall, a school or a movie theater fully armed and decides to execute people, before taking his own life.

Could this fear come out of a crumbling economy?  I don’t know about you, but unemployment is at an all time low, gas prices are at all time lows, the stock market is at all time highs, the housing market is on the rise, mortgage rates as well as housing prices are at all time lows, restaurants are packed, Black Friday and Cyber Monday sales were booming, people are spending money to watch “Star Wars”.  So, what is it?  Is it the massive influx of Mexicans entering this Country stealing American jobs?  Net Mexican immigration is at zero.

The only thing that I can think of that would lead bat shit fucks to go on to support Donald Trump is that they resent the fact that we have a Black Muslim foreigner as The President of The United States, because if that is the case I will prefer him over that orange faced, fucked up hair, Nazi loving, Hitler wanna-be…and you should too!

 

Black Lives Don’t Matter

I’m trying to think of a time in the history of this Country in which Black lives mattered.  In the year 1619? Nah.  In the years 1776, 1787, and 1860? No, no and no.  Now, Black lives started to matter in 1865, but the guy who freed the slaves was killed.  He was killed by a guy who didn’t think Black lives mattered.  Did black lives matter in 1917, 1945 and 1964? No, no and no.  The Civil Rights Amendment passed in 1965, but did Black lives matter then?  Black people have fought valiantly in every war in this Country’s history, and do you think the white power structure gave a shit?  The reason why America beat the British in the Revolutionary War had all to do with the actions of a black indentured servant who gave George Washington information on what the British Troops were going to do.  How many fine young black men had to die in World War II, Korea, Vietnam, Afghanistan and Iraq to make white people think that Black lives mattered?  Do you think that the United States Central Intelligence Agency gave a shit about Black lives when they introduced crack cocaine to the black neighborhoods in South Central Los Angeles?

It’s not just the White power structure that doesn’t give a shit about Black lives.  It’s a fact that Blacks don’t think Black lives matter.  Just ask the Blacks in Memphis, Dallas, New Orleans, Chicago, Detroit, New York, and Los Angeles.  How many young black teens have to die at the hands of other black teens?  And for what?  An iphone?  A couple dime bags of weed? A TV, stereo?  So now we are to make others think that Black lives matter when they die at the hands of a racist bully cop?  It’s laughable.

The only people who think black lives matter are the ones that like to use Black people to serve their purposes.  All you have to do is yell really loud that Black lives matter and the money will pour in, and all that money isn’t going to do shit to solve all the economic conditions plaguing the black neighborhoods from New York to Los Angeles.

When are we going to stop asking White people for our equality?  I’ve said this time, and time, and time, and time again.  We need to truly take care of our own people.  We need to do the things we need to do so we can thrive as a people.  We need to start thriving outside of the U.S. prison system and prove once and for all that Black lives matter.  If we don’t do that than you can yell all you want.  In the end, you’ll be known as a person who is good at yelling.