What Happened To Kenneka Jenkins?

So, to be real, I keep reading stories about Kenneka Jenkins and I still don’t feel like I know anything, son. Like, no matter what article I come across, I’m still clueless about what led to this young woman’s death. As it stands, no concrete information has surfaced about her demise. All I know is, Teresa Martin deserves to know what happened to her daughter. Real talk, I don’t know if foul play was involved, but the truth needs to come to the light, man. All in all, Jenkins’ story is thoroughly unsettling, fam.

Now, for those who missed it, I’m going to try and condense this wild story. So, the entire situation unfolded over this past weekend. On Friday, Jenkins left her Chicago home to go party at the Crowne Plaza Hotel. During the course of the night, she spoke with her sister and even seemed to appear in a Facebook Live video. Around 3 a.m., she was seen walking around drunk on a hotel camera near the front desk. Around 4 a.m., her friends called her mother to tell her that they couldn’t find her. Fast forward to 12 a.m. on Sunday, Jenkins was found dead in an industrial freezer in the hotel.

Moving on, the main issue here is that we don’t know what happened between the time she was seen on camera and when her body was discovered. As of now, social media is in an uproar, with everyone offering analysis of what they think happened. Naturally, everyone wants to know what her friends know. How did they lose track of her? What was she doing before she disappeared? Who are all of the people in that Facebook Live video and what do they know? Did Jenkins’ body have any noticeable injuries? On the real, we’re all speculating and we legit don’t know shit, man!

Keeping it a buck, I can’t automatically say that foul play was involved. Not because it isn’t a possibility, but because we don’t have enough facts to make any judgment calls. Shit, we don’t know if someone hurt her or if she just stumbled into the freezer. Either way, the situation is super tragic, man. In any case, her friends do need to start talking, though. Someone has to know something about her untimely demise, son. In my eyes, I wouldn’t be surprised if some freak accident happened and these teenagers tried to cover it up. All I can say her, Jenkins’ autopsy can’t come soon enough, fam.

In the end, Rest In Peace to Kenneka Jenkins. Ultimately, it’s truly sad that she died so young, man. As a 32-year-old man, I couldn’t imagine leaving this world at 19. Shit, our lives are just getting started at that age, son. In addition, as a father, I couldn’t imagine losing a child is such a manner, bruh. By and by, I just hope this isn’t a mystery that remains unsolved. LC out.

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Let’s Talk About Quantasia Sharpton

So, let me get straight to the point, son. On the real, I don’t give a fuck if Quantasia Sharpton is big, man. Look, I’d bet money that a lot of dudes with the worst jokes have the most questionable history with sexual partners. With that being said, who cares if Usher Raymond has an affinity for big girls. In any case, instead of judging Sharpton for her weight, we should be talking about the idea that she may be a liar, fam. All in all, parts of her story ain’t adding up, bruh.

Now, for those who missed it, Sharpton is the first person to publicly sue Usher. She alleges that she met him at one of his concerts and had sex with him after the show. Anyway, despite the fact that she admits she doesn’t have herpes, she’s suing Usher for not disclosing his status. Shit, she even hired notable lawyer Lisa Bloom to make it real, son. Apparently, the shitshow has officially begun, man.

Moving on, this is where shit gets silly, fam. Outside of the fact that she doesn’t have herpes, her old Facebook and Twitter messages are starting to make noise. On Facebook, she recently claimed that she needed some money and then wrote “enjoying my last couple of hours as a regular girl.” Next thing we know, she’s holding a fucking press conference, bruh. To make matters worse, she’s previously accused August Alsina of fathering her child and even bragged about sleeping with Kirko Bangz. Man, this girl sounds like she’s just out here trying to finesse people, son.

Fam, what’s the real story here? Is this woman just looking for attention? I mean, if she’s lying, why would she even want this kind of energy around her? Frankly, she ain’t gonna get no money from fairy tales and all of her business is going to get exposed. From my vantage point, this looks like a stupid ass move, son. By and by, these five minutes of fame aren’t worth it, Quantasia.

In the end, Sharpton’s dress size is irrelevant, man. If a big girl isn’t a virgin, then that means someone is hitting it, son. Shit, let’s all grow up here, fam. The real story here is the potential lying that Sharpton may be doing. Ultimately, if she’s just trying to capitalize off of a bad situation, then she deserves to be dragged to the depths of social media hell, bruh. All I know is, this Usher shit just keeps on getting worse, folks. LC out.

Mark Zuckerberg Invented Skynet

So, I won’t lie, son. I’m only halfway joking with the title of this post. On the real, Mark Zuckerberg and Facebook are flying really close to sun, man. I mean, artificial intelligence sounds good until Skynet has us all hiding underground. Ok, yes, that does sound far-fetched, but I don’t like the idea of AI developing its own language, fam. All in all, it doesn’t sound like Facebook has a proper handle on the situation.

Now, let me explain why “conspiracy theorist” LC is awake today. Apparently, an AI system being developed by Facebook created its own language. At first, researchers thought that the AI was speaking gibberish. This assertion continued until they realized that the different AI agents were able to understand this coded language. Basically, these muhfuckas gave up on English and were still able to talk to each other. To make matters worse, the same outcome has occurred in every scenario researchers have created.

Ok, let me get this straight, son. Scientists created the AI, programmed the agents to speak English and the agents said “fuck that.” Nah, fam, I ain’t comfortable with any of this shit, bruh. Before we know it, John Connor is going to have to send Arnold Schwarzenegger back in time to defeat the T-1000, man. Shit, all jokes aside, we’re setting a dangerous precedent if we’re creating technology that we can’t control. By and by, these inventions are supposed to help us, not have us on edge, fam.

In the end, maybe Elon Musk is right. Look, Zuckerberg is already a legend for everything he’s been able to accomplish this early in life. However; maybe he really doesn’t fully understand AI. All I know is, I’m not looking forward to a rising of the machines. Shit, people may be looking for a zombie apocalypse, but a robot apocalypse might really be around the corner, son. LC out.

P.S. I wholeheartedly believe James Cameron is from the future, son. I mean, he predicted all of this shit, man. Real talk, we all need to consult him going forward. Clearly, he’s the only one who can save us, fam. That is all.

Vote For Braxton Winston!

Man, where do I start, son? I guess I’ll begin by saying that I’ve known Braxton Winston for a long time. First, he was one of my predecessors at New York‘s PREP 9 academic program. Next, during the summer of 2002, we both served as advisors for the aforementioned program. This was a way for us to give back to an organization that positively altered the trajectory of our lives. In any case, I’ve always seen Winston as a positive role model. With that being said, I want to take the time to support his campaign for Charlotte City Council. North Carolina can really benefit from a man of his caliber representing them.

Now, before I continue, let me talk about how we got here. So, it all began with the shooting death of Keith Lamont Scott. After the police needlessly killed another Black man, Winston decided to stand up and join the protests. In fact, he’s responsible for an iconic photo, which was used by various new outlets to depict the mood in Charlotte. From there, he frequently used Facebook Live to display the real climate in the city, regardless of the narrative presented by law enforcement and the media. This was his way to tell the unabridged truth without succumbing to rhetoric and partisanship.

Moving on, for his efforts, he’s been confronted by the authorities on multiple occasions and even arrested for protesting. Anyway, as we fast forward to today, all of these events have lit a fire under Winston. Now, he’s looking to secure a place on the City Council, in hopes of bringing new energy and new ideas to the community. All in all, his movement is inspiring and I can’t help but support the man.

In the end, I want everyone to visit www.votebraxton.com and contribute. His website details his platform and the motivation behind his decision to run. By and by, I believe a lot more of us should become involved in local politics. I’ll admit that I’ve tinkered with the idea for the longest, man. However; as we can see, Winston is already beating me to the punch. Good work, bro! LC out.

When Will We Call A Hate Crime A Hate Crime?

Man, stories like this make me fucking furious, bruh! Like, we live in a time where we can’t just call shit what it is. Look, instead of attacking situations head on, people would much rather beat around the bush. All I know is, I’m not one of those people, man. The way I see it, the murder of Richard Collins III was a hate crime, fam. All in all, just one look at Sean Urbanski‘s life can tell us all we need to know about that coward. With that being said, the police and the FBI NEED to do the right thing!

Now, for those who are unaware, let me give a brief synopsis of this story. To begin, Collins was a US Army Second Lieutenant who was about to graduate from Bowie State University. In any case, while visiting some friends at the University of Maryland, Collins and company were approached by Urbanski. So, after making threatening comments to Collins and his crew, Urbanski pulled out a knife and stabbed Collins in the chest. Ultimately, Collins was pronounced dead at the hospital.

Moving on, upon further inspection of Urbanski’s daily life, we learn that he belongs to an “Alt-Reich Nation” group on Facebook. Apparently, this particular group specializes in hating on women, Hispanics, Jews and Black people. Now, with all of that being said, why are we confused about whether or not this murder was a hate crime? I mean, a clown who openly embraces racist rhetoric randomly killed an unsuspecting Black man. Listen, am I really supposed to believe this wasn’t racially motivated? Man, get the fuck outta here, son!

In the end, nothing else needs to be said here. Richard Collins III deserves supreme justice. His promising life was cut short because bigots are becoming more emboldened by the day. By and by, if the authorities want us to believe that they actually stand for something, then Urbanski needs to be thrown under the jail. Anything less than a hate crime charge will not suffice, son. *Sigh* I’m fucking tired of this shit, man. LC out.

A Letter To Steve Stephens

Dear Steve Stephens,

Look, I’ve never been one to mince words, so I’m going to just get straight to the point. You’re a fucking coward, man. You’re nothing more than a peon who deserves the absolute worst. How DARE you take the life of Robert Godwin in such a callous manner?! That man did NOTHING to deserve your pathetic misguided wrath! All I know is, your day is coming and it will be completely justified.

Now, let’s be clear here, son. People get dumped everyday, B. On the real, unless a relationship ends in marriage or some type of domestic situation, then someone is getting the axe. It’s just the nature of the game, man. With that being said, why the fuck would you use getting dumped to justify why you killed that man? Ok, so, your ex-girlfriend doesn’t want you anymore. What the fuck does that have to do with Robert Godwin? Shit, not only did you take that man’s life over some bullshit, but you had the audacity to commit this travesty on Facebook Live. Good fucking Lord, man! You’ve literally taken being a piece of shit to the next level, bruh.

To make matters worse, you dragged your mother, Maggie Green, into the nonsense. I mean, you really had the nerve to tell her that you’re shooting people because you’re mad at your woman? Man, what kind of hoe ass behavior is this, son? Out of the countless ways people find to get over heartbreak, this is your solution?! Look, your ex-lady really dodged a fucking bullet, no pun intended. Clearly, she’s better off not dealing with your unstable ass. No real man would act in such a manner, bruh. She absolutely made the right decision.

In the end, this manhunt can only last for so long, man. Eventually, the authorities are going to catch up to you and you deserve whatever brand of justice they plan on dishing out. Ultimately, no one is going to feel sorry for you, son. All in all, fuck you very much, bitch!

Sincerely,

A man who’s disgusted by your very existence

Do We Have To Snapchat Everything?

So, I have a feeling that this post may cause a few people to be in their feelings. However; I shall push through, son. Now, when it comes to the use of social media, I have a real question for everyone out there: does anyone actually have fun anymore? Seriously, if people literally spend the entire night documenting their “experiences” on Facebook, Instagram or Snapchat, are they actually enjoying themselves? Maybe this is the sign that I am completely washed out here in these streets, but I really don’t fucking get it, son.

Now, I’m not going to pretend like I’m some unicorn who doesn’t take pictures or videos. However; there’s gotta be a limit, man. Day after day, especially on weekends, I see COUNTLESS people taking hours worth of footage from one damn event. I mean, maybe I’m old school, but how the fuck am I supposed to get my dab on properly if I’m too busy holding my phone in the air? How am I supposed to pelvic thrust a twerking lady properly if I’m worried about angles and filters? Speaking of which, why the fuck are dudes recording a bouncing ass instead of trying to dance on it? What part of the game is that, son? Shit, I want no affiliation with that type of behavior, man. None at all, bro.

In the end, I don’t care if I look like Buzz Killington out here. All I know is, keep that constant recording shit away from me, son. If anyone sees me in the club dancing like my knees don’t have arthritis, let me cook, bro. Hell, we all knew social media went too far when DJ Khaled put the birth of his own child on Snapchat. Nah, son, no one can explain that type of shit to me, man. No thanks. I’m cool on all of that, bro. Good day.