Conversations With Randi B.: Rihanna, Black Love & The Police

What’s good, brethren? On this episode of Conversations with Randi B., Randi and I talk about Rihanna‘s speech at the NAACP Image Awards, Black Love and Black people’s relationship with the police. Check it out on Spotify, Apple Podcasts and Anchor below, fam. Let’s get the proceedings proceeding. Yessir!

https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/conversations-with-randi-b/id1495539114#episodeGuid=4cb20172-69a1-4ec6-a30a-df9dfb261bce

Conversations With Randi B.: Valentine’s Day & Black Love

What’s good, brethren? On this episode of Conversations with Randi B., Randi and I talk about Valentine’s Day and Black Love. This evolved into a conversation about our respective dating histories and overall observations about love. Check it out on Spotify, Apple Podcasts and Anchor below, fam. Let’s get the proceedings proceeding. Yessir!

https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/conversations-with-randi-b/id1495539114#episodeGuid=ca00afaa-0618-47ed-aac6-57a58f84d9ce

Conversations With Randi B.: Impeachment, Gayle King & Bobby Love

What’s good, brethren? On this episode of Conversations with Randi B., Randi and I talk about Donald Trump‘s impeachment, Gayle King‘s questions to Lisa Leslie about Kobe Bryant and the Bobby Love story on Humans of New York. Check it out on Spotify below, fam. Let’s go!

Bobby Love Was A Sh*tty Husband

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I was thoroughly entertained by Humans of New York‘s story about Bobby and Cheryl Love. I mean, after my wife sent me the Instagram thread, I was definitely enthralled by Walter Miller‘s, excuse me, Bobby Love’s story. In any case, I was a little taken aback by all of the comments from people who seemed to champion this love story. The truth is, regardless of the fact that he was running from the law, Love was just a shitty ass husband, man.

Ok, for those who missed it, the Love story goes as follows: Bobby Love was born with the name Walter Miller and was raised in North Carolina. Moving on, by his own assertion, he was a rebellious kid who engaged in all types of shenanigans. Anyway, after a string of bank robberies that left him with bullet holes in his ass (literally), Miller was sentenced to significant prison time. Now, after a relatively short period, Miller decided to escape from his bondage. So, eventually, he was able to duck past the guards, hop on a bus and he made his way to New York in 1977. From there, he changed his name to Bobby Love, met his wife and raised a few kids. Hell, his marriage has actually remained intact for about forty years, fam.

Now, the Love’s world came crashing down when the authorities finally caught up with him in 2015. After decades of being on the lam, Love was forced to confront his past and tell his wife who he really was. All this time, he had been lying to Cheryl about his true identity. In the aftermath of this ordeal, Cheryl has tried to gain clarity on this entire situation. She now believes that the gaps in Bobby’s love for her, pun intended, were due to this mammoth secret he was keeping. The way I see it, he was just a terrible fucking husband, bruh.

Look, in her own words, Cheryl said “We had some beautiful love making. But other than that, there wasn’t much affection. Not many hugs. Not much cuddling. Not much communication. I could only get so close and he’d shut down. Sometimes, when we were arguing, I’d be pouring myself out to him. And he’d just sit there with a scowl on his face.” *Sigh* I hate to break it to Cheryl, but I HIGHLY doubt that anything she just said is related to him being a fugitive.

Listen, being on the run is not an excuse for not being attentive. Being on the run is not an excuse for not giving hugs. Being on the run is not an excuse for not acknowledging a spouse’s feelings. Man, for years, Cheryl wondered if something was wrong with her because Bobby didn’t seem to give a fuck. Like, she shed a ton of tears feeling inadequate. All I can say is, I’m not chalking that up to him being an escaped convict, brethren. Now, I can understand not posing for pictures or wondering if he was being followed. But, in the sanctity of their home, he could’ve done a MUCH better job of valuing his wife. So, nah son, I’m not letting Bobby off of the hook for basically being an absentee husband.

In the end, I truly believe that Bobby Love was a typical dude from that generation. Ultimately, if he was paying the bills and raising the kids, then what’s the problem, right? By and by, I feel like Cheryl is now trying to give Bobby an out for his questionable behavior. At the end of the day, I don’t think that she wants to feel like she just wasted forty years of her life. All I know is, Walter Miller isn’t the reason why Bobby Love was a shitty husband. Frankly, Bobby Love did that all by himself. That is all. LC out.

A Letter To Ari Shaffir

Dear Ari Shaffir,

So, instead of just flying off of the handle from the rip, I want to actually get a sense of what’s going on in your head. Like, I’ll never understand why some people think it’s cool to joke about death. With that being said, I’m honestly not here to talk to you about your feelings regarding Kobe Bryant. Instead, I genuinely want to know if you have a soul at all. The way I see it, no “joke” is worth coming off as a subhuman piece of sewer shit.

Ok, to be fair, you’ve been talking shit about Bryant for years. Frankly, ever since his rape charges were dropped, you’ve been VERY vocal about how you believe he got away with a crime. Now, even though you’re clearly not a fan of the man, I was still taken aback by the fuckery you spewed on Twitter and Instagram. Son, you were literally celebrating the fact that Bryant died. Apparently, his death is a “good story” and you shouted out the “hero who forgot to gas up his chopper.” Furthermore, for some reason, you thought it was appropriate to profess your hatred of the Los Angeles Lakers.

Now, keeping it a buck, I don’t even know where to begin, man. Look, as I said above, you can feel however you want to feel about Kobe Bryant. But, you fuck-face, eight other people died on that damn helicopter! Did you hate Gianna Bryant too? Did you also hate Christina Mauser? Did you hate Ara Zobayan, the Altobelli and Chester families as well? Is your hatred of one man so strong that you’re content with the demise of several teenagers and their parents? Good fucking Lord, you’re literally one of the worst fucking people I’ve ever witnessed in my life, bruh. All in all, if you think that Bryant’s death was karma, just wait until that shit comes back on you, dumbass. All I know is, I’d bet money that almost no one will cry for you.

In the end, good luck with those “jokes,” son. Ultimately, being an asshole has brought you greater visibility than any of your comedy routines, man. By and by, I hope you run into any of the family members from the people you’ve disrespected. All I can say is, sometimes street justice is the best form of justice, bruh. At the end of the day, I’m not telling you to care about Kobe Bryant. But, if other innocent lives don’t matter to you, then who’s the REAL evil person here? That is all.

Sincerely,

A dude who only knows that you exist because of Joe Rogan

A Podcast That I Did With Randi B.

So, I’m going to try and keep this post short today, son. Now, I know that I say that a lot, but I mean it, man. Well, I guess. In any case, I just want to let everybody in on that new new, fam. With that being said, my brethren Randi B. has started a new podcast. In addition, she was gracious enough to let me get in on the first episode, bruh. All in all, what else do folks need to know?

Ok, as a quick background, Randi’s podcast, Conversations with Randi B., is available on Anchor and Spotify. Now, on this first episode, Randi and I recapped the 2010s. We talked about everything from Barack Obama/Donald Trump to social media to #MeToo to Black Lives Matter to Prince/Michael Jackson/Whitney Houston. Needless to say, we covered a lot of ground in 30 minutes, son.

In the end, there’s nothing else to say, man. Ultimately, I want everyone to go out there and support the movement, fam. By and by, folks can find links to the podcast below. Give it a listen, give us some feedback and let’s get the proceedings proceeding, brethren. That is all. LC out.

My Weekly Column With Randi B.

Ok, I’m going to try and keep this post short today, son. Now, I’m fully aware of the fact that I say this a lot and never deliver, fam. However, I’m trying to be a man of my word today. In any case, I want to let everyone in on some good news: I’m now doing a weekly guest column on a fellow blogger’s site. So, I need everyone to head over to Randi Bryant‘s blog and support the both of us, bruh.

Now, real quick, here’s how this is going to work, son. So, on Friday‘s, I’m going to be sharing some of my shenanigans with Randi’s audience. With that being said, I want to give her a MAJOR shout-out for allowing me to write my thoughts on her platform. Look, being a blogger myself, it’s a big step letting another writer in. With that being said, I’ll do my best to not engage in any unnecessary tomfoolery, man.

In the end, it’s very simple, fam. Ultimately, I want everyone to go support Randi’s blog. Now, I’m not just saying that because I’m contributing, bruh. Real talk, there’s a lot of great content that speaks to the experiences of Black women and the Black community, in general. So, do the right thing, son. Let’s get down with the getdown, man. That is all. LC out.

Facebook’s Bias Issue Is A Corporate America Issue

So, according to several people of color who work for Facebook, the company has a problem with implicit bias. Also, the sky is blue, water is wet and Jeffrey Epstein didn’t kill himself. Side bar, nah, for real, I HIGHLY doubt that Epstein killed himself, son. In any case, while some folks may think that these issues are native to Facebook, I’m here to say that they run rampant through all of Corporate America. All in all, none of these employees’ stories surprise me, man.

Ok, for those who missed it, about twelve Facebook employees wrote a piece for Medium about the troubles they face at Mark Zuckerberg‘s company. Now, in the article, the various workers shared multiple stories of micro and macro aggressions that permeate through their work environment. Look, minority employees had their intelligence questioned, told they were simply diversity hires and judged for their supposed “aggressive” attitudes. Shit, on Facebook’s Blind application, White employees just let their racism fly, fam. I mean, one particular employee just belittled the IQ of Black employees and blamed us for all of the nation’s murder, bruh. Needless to say, the landscape isn’t very comforting, brethren.

Listen, to be fair, I’m not doing this Medium article justice, son. On the real, everyone should go read it for themselves. However, I wasn’t surprised by anything that I read in that post, man. Keeping it a buck, during my tenure in the workforce, I’ve tasted my fair share of fuckery, fam. Now, for some reference, I’m a 34-year-old Black man who’s worked in Corporate America since 2007. Actually, if I count internships, I’ve been in this arena since 2005, bruh. In any case, along the way, I’ve worked for four different Fortune 500 companies. So, I’ve dealt with some of the bullshit that these Facebook employees are speaking about.

Real talk, I don’t even know where to start, son. Look, I’ve been called aggressive, lazy, coworkers have expressed surprise at the college I went to, I’ve been badmouthed by a manager to human resources and questioned by people with a lot less experience. The fucked up part is, I’m only talking about one company so far, man. The truth is, I haven’t even gotten to the rest of the shenanigans, fam. Yet, somehow, despite being so “terrible,” I keep getting better jobs and making more money. So, I know EXACTLY how these Facebook employees feel, bruh. All I can say is, Facebook is the norm and not the exception, people.

In the end, I don’t know what else to say, son. Ultimately, I don’t have any answers for these employees, man. By and by, we all knew that Facebook would release a message condemning this type of treatment. However, nothing is going to change, fam. Namely because nothing ever fucking changes, bruh. At the end of the day, unless there are REAL ramifications for this kind of discrimination, the behavior will continue, folks. *Sigh* This is the day-to-day life of a person of color, brethren. This shit can really suck sometimes. That is all. LC out.

I Finally Had A Popeyes Chicken Sandwich

So, after all of the hoopla, all of the delays and all of the unnecessary assaults, I finally had a Popeyes chicken sandwich. Side note, on some serious shit, rest in peace to that dude who got stabbed in Maryland. On the real, there is literally NO justification for that type of violence. I mean, it’s a fucking chicken sandwich, son. It’s NEVER that serious, man. In any case, after refusing to engage in ANY of the initial fuckery, I finally tried Popeyes’ sandwich. All in all, it was very meh, fam.

Ok, to be clear, I’ve always refused to stand on any long lines for this sandwich, bruh. Shit, as I stated in my original post, I simply would not lower my pride for food, son. Frankly, when I saw just how crazy people were getting over fried chicken, I decided to bow out of the race, man. In any case, now that the sandwich is back, I figured I’d take a shot in the dark, fam. So, after I got off of work yesterday, I went to the Popeyes close to my crib. After seeing only three people on line, I decided to finally get in on the shenanigans, bruh.

Anyway, since I didn’t know if Popeyes would run out of sandwiches again, I copped two Classic sandwiches (one for my wife), and a Spicy sandwich. Now, to be real, I didn’t know what to expect, son. Listen, the way that people were acting a mutt for this sandwich, I thought I was about to discover the Fountain of Youth, people. Truth be told, both sandwiches were just cool, man. Meaning, they were definitely good, but they weren’t nearly as life-changing as folks made them out to be. The way I see it, they were serviceable sandwiches, fam. Like, I’d eat them again, but they’re not anything I would actively seek out. But, I can say, they were absolutely better than Chick-fil-A, bruh.

In the end, this entire craze has been waaaay overblown, son. Ultimately, no one should be acting this cotdamn stupid for any kind of food. However, folks REALLY did the fucking most over an okay sandwich, man. By and by, people really need to reevaluate their lives, fam. At the end of the day, fried chicken should NEVER be worth this type of pandemonium, bruh. That’s all I’ve got for now, brethren. Good day. LC out.

Omarion Is The New Phil Jackson

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, we can all learn from Omarion, man. Like, his level of chill is something to behold, fam. All I know is, if Apryl Jones was my ex and Lil’ Fizz was my friend, someone would’ve been put in a rear-naked choke by now. The way I see it, Omarion is the new Phil Jackson, bruh. Meaning, he’s this generation’s Zen Master. With that being said, I can’t do anything but salute him, brethren.

Ok, for those who are unaware, Jones, the mother of Omarion’s children, and Fizz, his B2K bandmate, are dating. Now, simply on principle, this situation is all types of wrong, son. I mean, on what planet is it cool for my ex to date my homie? Shit, I don’t even know who’s fouler here, man. First, there’s Jones, who has both of Omarion’s kids. Next, there’s Fizz, who’s been in a group with Omarion since 1999. All in all, I don’t care how they cut it or slice it, fam. Furthermore, I don’t care how much Fizz tries to downplay his friendship with Omarion. The fact is, both of these muhfuckas are fucked up, bruh.

Now, if I’m being frank, the fact that Jones and Fizz are dating isn’t even my biggest problem, son. Honestly, it’s the public disrespect that gets me, man. To be fair, I’m not going to sit here and pretend like I’m aware of the inner-workings of Jones’ relationship with Omarion. For all I know, Omarion could’ve been a bastard to her, fam. But, the general masses can’t do anything but speculate about that. However, we DO know that Omarion has never publicly said/done anything shitty against Jones or Fizz. If anything, he’s taken the “I don’t care, as long as it doesn’t affect my business” approach. Yet, the two of those fuckity-fucks talk crazy about him at every turn.

Look, if anyone has watched an episode of Love & Hip Hop, they’d know that Jones spends a lot of the show talking shit about Omarion. At the same time, Fizz is always in the background, being “supportive” and claiming that he doesn’t care how Omarion feels. All the while, Omarion hasn’t said a cotdamn thing, bruh. Hell, he just did a reunion tour with B2K and still ain’t beat the brakes off of Fizz, son. In my eyes, that’s a level of self-control that I aspire to attain, man. Listen, the way my anger is setup, if I were Omarion, I would’ve done the “Touch” dance with my feet on Fizz’ face, fam.

In the end, Omarion’s zen is some otherworldly shit, bruh. Ultimately, it definitely seems like Apryl Jones and Lil’ Fizz go out of their way to disrespect him, son. By and by, I can’t speak to what happens behind closed doors. All I know is, this “new” couple is continuously going outside and acting a mutt, man. At the end of the day, it couldn’t be me, fam. Seriously, at this point, some heads would have to roll, bruh. That is all. LC out.

P.S. Apryl Jones is bad as shit, son. So, yeah, I might shoot Fizz some bail, man. Don’t judge me! Good day.