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Passa Scott & the 3 Lil Top Gang Thugs

Hello to you on this first day of Black History Month and the early days of the Apocalypse.  Last evening, I sat down to write a love letter to Oprah, and her impact on my young black life, which I intended to finish and publish this morning, until 9:45am.  What happened at 9:45 ante meridian, you ask?  Good Question, Myalogists. Porangetus Donald Trump held a Black History Month Meeting with all of his colore-, I mean coo-, I mean darki-, I mean black supporters.  MAN O MAN, did it not disappoint.  With his Negro Bed Wench ‘Rosa by his side, Porangetus basked in the darkness of all HIS people, tho Diamond and Silk were conspicuously absent.  They were likely greasing the scalp of the newly revived Frederick Douglass, as he sat on the east lawn pondering exactly what was the hair-like substance atop the heads of the young gals servicing him.  And why they were so loud.  I digress, Trump was up there just a smiling and laughing with his supporters, who proudly rattled off their names and titles.  It was miraculously barftastic. Then it came yall.  IT CAME.  The moment where my mouth literally dropped open. With the biggest shit eating grin,  Darrell Scott, pastor of New Spirit Revival Center and BLACK TRUMP SUPPORTER, introduced himself to as much thunderous applause as 20 self hating negroes can muster.  Yall know Passa Scott.  He is the negro that got up at the RNC and proved he is 1. a staunch supporter of #alternativefacts and 2. an utter disgrace to his race.  His comments this morning at the Black History Month “little breakfast, little get together”  showed that he has no current plans to stop being either of those things. Apparently Passa Scott who resides in Ohio,  was alternafactually contacted by “some of the top gang thugs in Chicago, for a sit down.” The rest you must see for yourself.   President Trump and Darrell Scott on Chicago. pic.twitter.com/z83487FOXJ — Christian P. Bryant (@BryantCP) February 1, 2017 I have questions. First, have you ever heard such fuckshitery? Who hit you up, Darrell?  Mad Dog?  Huggy Bear?  Ozone?  Stone?  Robert? Chi-raq?  Cyclops? Tell us. You say they reached out to you, because they are apparently so concerned about all of the crime committed by themselves and their friends,  that they want to have a sit down WITH YOU to talk about lowering it.  Can’t they just do that on their own without talking to you? If they agree to lower the body count, then Porangetus will send in additional resources in the form of social programs? WAIT.  Did you just tell us that we have to help ourselves before anyone else will help us? “Couple weeks” you will be here in Chicago for the parlay (use that term, when you talk to them, it will solidify your downness.)  Isn’t the carnage dire enough for you to come now instead of meeting with Porangetus? They wanna work with him.  They believe in him.  They didn’t believe in Barack.   You know what the lie detector determined about those three statements right? FUCK OUTTA HERE, FAM. Updated:  Apparently DOCTOR Scott was a lil loopy from a lack of sleep.  He told a local Chicago news outlet that a lack of sleep caused him to tell President Trump that Chicago gangs had offered to “lower the body count.” He said he actually spoke to one former gang member, and not to any gang leaders. ONE Former. NOT TO ANY GANG LEADERS. http://www.fox32chicago.com/news/local/233182412-story FAM DIDNT I TELL YOU OUTTA HERE?

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Myalogy Media: Michael Eric Dyson

Hey Guys, yesterday I got a chance to sit down with one of America’s pre-eminent scholars, the Good Reverend Doctor Michael Eric Dyson. We talked bout: his utter dismay at the election of Porangetus Crime in Chicago If BARACKO did enough for black folks Hamilton     and I saved my hardest hitting question for last, after learning he dedicated his new book, Tears We Cannot Stop: A Sermon to White America, to The Knowles Ladies, I had to ask…. Lemonade or A Seat at the Table…. Watch him try it!

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Myalogy Media: On Michelle, Girl of the South Side

Last week, I made a cryptic Facebook post about being at my alma mater, WHITNEY MOORE YOUNG JUNIOR MAGNET HIGH SCHOOL, bold, all caps. What I didn’t say is WHY is why I was there.  On this day, January 17th, the day the universe gave us Michelle LaVaughn Robinson Obama,  I’m proud to announce I was there to be interviewed by Natalie Yvonne Moore and WBEZ, as a fellow WY alumna and the legacy of the flyest FLOTUS ever. I was joined by other grads and current students in a roundtable discussion that ran the gamut from her strength, her style, her parenting, her marriage, her career, her public person, her prominence…and that beauty and  that BAWDY. You can listen to it here.  Play the Morning Shift show and enjoy. One of the hardest questions we were asked, was our favorite Michelle moment.  This was mine. What was yours?  Hit them comments. Happy Birthday Michelle – thank you for being the example, the standard. We love you and you will always be our first lady.

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Atlanta: The Cleland Notes

Hey Golden Globe Watcher! It is your time of year!  When all the awards shows tell you what you should be consuming creatively that you were just too lame to seek out on your own or jump on the bandwagon of when the rest of us cool kids told you to.  (Lean in: listen to The Internet, NOW.)  You  have watched the Globes, saw the brown suit, heard the Migos shout, and his gratitude to the Black People of Atlanta not to be confused with the black people of Atlanta and you wanna be down.  Cool.  Now, the GG’s just aired last night, and unless you are a super geek, you haven’t had time to binge watch.  And if you have had time, you need to get a real job.  Anyhoots, if you wanna impress your white co-workers or your friends on the block who you wanna seem cooler than, buckle up buttercup.  Drop these lines and people will think you are an influencer. Now, as I titled this, these are the Cleland notes of the show.  You still need to watch.  Drop these obscure dimes, follow up with “I love that show” and get the fuck out the breakroom and away from the watercooler. Say this about: Ep1/2 (aired together):  The Big Bang/Streets on Lock “But why this muthafucka ask to measure Earn’s dad’s tree?  HE CRAZY!  This ep established the wonderfully odd LaKeith Stanfield’s Darius.  He does other shit, like have dejavu about a dog.  Introduce himself to Earn right after introducing himself to Earn and other assorted shit.  But I have never in life heard someone ask someone to measure their tree.  His disappointment at not being able to do so is super endearing. “Did they subtitle ol boy in the jail, tho? Leben Years!” Two of the crew finds themselves in jail.  A native Atlien explains why he landed there, which was subtitled for folks that have not spent years of their life in Atlanta.  I knew what he was saying, cuz AUC ALUM, but it took some time before I developed an ear for that twang. Ep3 Go For Broke “I wish a muthafucka would tell me I cant order a kids meal.” Earn and the fast food employee chick that gave the School Daze crew a hard time at the KFC round Mission College (a real location) had a back and forth because his financially challenged ass couldnt afford an adult meal, but wanted a kids meal instead.  She was having none of it, cuz “she dont see no kids.” “That date? THURGOOOOOOOOOOD.” Earn takes his baby momma out on a date he cant afford, nor pay for in a scene right out of Half Baked.  If you dont know what “Thurgood” nor “Half Baked” refer to, just stop reading this.  This show is not for you. This blog is not for you. Ep4 The Streisand Effect “Thats the lil boy from Instagram! I love they using real Atlantans on this show!” Bankroll PJ is a lil precocious kid from Atlanta, who is the type of kid you forget is a kid.  My intro to him was a short vid where he says “We be flexin….”  Well, flex on playa…just keep them grades up like ya mama says you do. “We’re friends now? Tears” This one is specifically for the ladies, cuz the dudes cant be “tears”-ing over other dudes.  After some straight madcap hijinx to raise Earn some money…..Darius utters the phrase to him and Darius officially has our hearts. Ep5 Nobody Beats the Biebs “White people dont play bout them dogs.” In this ep, there is a black Justin Bieber, a white lady that cant tell black folks apart – even the ones that have wronged her, and enough niggas for a tarantino script, but Darius’ visit to the gun range with a dog shaped target……yall know you cant shoot no dogs. Ep6 Value “That bitch reminds me so much of <insert frenemy name>” Van has dinner with Jayde, an old friend who we all have and let remain in our lives way past their expiration date.  Man or woman, we all know a bitch like Jayde. “Van, just have the baby pee in a cup.” That one is for all my upwardly mobile reefah tokers. Ep7 B.A.N. “The Black N Mild Commercial!” This episode is so chock filled with greatness, its hard to parse out just one thing about it, but remember, you havent seen the show, so you gotta get in and get out.  This one line should do the trick.  Its straight forward, no guesses – there is a commercial bout a Black N Mild. Ep8 The Club “Was that the invisible car they was talmbout?!!!” You gotta say this one excitedly, as this was for the true Atlanta A1 Day1 Peace up Atown down fans…..there was a mention of an invisible car in an earlier ep, which appeared in this ep…or did it?  Ep9 Juneteenth “40 acres and a Moscow Mule.” A drink served at the Juneteenth celebration held in the home of a man that is every white person you know that wants to show you that black lives matter, especially the black life with whom he sleeps. Ep10 The Jacket “He slept in a storage locker, just like Hannah did on Girls!  You know he was on Girls right?” This will either make you sound like the coolest most aware black person alive or the lamest for watching Girls.  Its a tricky one, but it will show you are a true Donald Glover fan. Now, go be great…… …..and fuckin watch the show for Chrissakes. Fave moments and lines?  Hit them comments!  

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New Year, Who Me?

I wanna talk to you this morning.  You, who has no workout plan.  You, who has no savings plan.  You, who still doesn’t have a passport.  You, who still doesn’t have a Valentine to look forward to.  You, who still has not revised that resume.  You, who has ZERO idea what the next twelve days, let alone twelve months has in store for you. You are not alone. This thought behind this entry has been snaking around my head for months now, time spent relentlessly taking stock of all the things I haven’t accomplished. It didn’t come to fruition until I saw the featured image this morning.  I was standing on the Metra platform on this balmy (for January), but foggy Tuesday, unable to see anything further than a few yards in front of my face.  It dawned on me that view was like my future….foggy as fuck. As we all know, but may need to be reminded at times, social media makes everyone seem like they have everything together.  We cannot refuse the urge to use our contemporary’s lives as measuring sticks.  And the folks I consider my contemporaries have me feeling like the most fucked up fuckup that ever fucked up.  New York Times Best Sellers List. Sitcoms on air.  Sitcoms in development.  Book deals. Popping podcasts.  Invites to the last White House Xmas Party that will ever matter. Digital Maventry on fleek.  (I made up that word.  Maventry, not fleek – Im not that brilliant.)  Me?  I write on this blog every six weeks and get a good amount of love, enough that propels me to the next entry.  But I know that’s not enough. Truth is, I’m flailing.  I wholeheartedly and nakedly admit that. Fortunate enough to interview Issa, but not driven enough to enter a contest to become an employee of hers.  Uggggggggggggggh. Adventurous to enough to travel to Europe, but not smart enough to do video blogs while there.  Duhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Talented enough to have strangers and friends actually take the time to write me about how they love my work, but clueless about how to make that translate to actual financial freedom from corporate America.  Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh. Attractive enough to have had some stunning pictures taken for my revamped website, but too lazy to tell the photog which ones I wanted retouched for use, which is pushing back the re-launch of Myalogy.  Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarf. Howsinevah….. This year, I’m taking the steps to surround myself with the right people.  Not necessarily to remove anyone, but to spend time with people that pour into me creatively and can propel me to my greatness and hopefully, I can do the same for them. This entry was the first step.  Several people I respect and care for have told me the same thing, “just write.” I wrote this. This week, I will apply for a position that could take me to a foreign land. Also this week, I will guest on a radio show. Next month, I’m travelling to NYC to meet with a cool black girl screenwriter/filmmaker to learn how to take a script from A to Z.  The room where this happens will be filled with other cool black girls who write shit down. Video entries will be added to Myalogy. That’s the first two months of 2017.  I will continue to build upon that momentum.  At present, I do not know what that looks like – and that’s okay, FOR NOW. All of us don’t have a day planner for life.  All of us don’t even have a plan other than surviving. But, what’s not okay is to rest where you are, if you wanna be somewhere different and thrive, not just survive.  A baby step is still a step. Take it easy on yourself, remind yourself your journey is yours, read one of them “who made it in life, late in life” articles, ask for help and direction if you need it and then get busy. Or don’t. The Orange One may have us all dead soon anyway.        

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Before I Gave Kendu….

I wasn’t there and I don’t know what happened.  I don’t know if she started tooting blows again.  I don’t know if he got some Superhead.  I don’t know if her and KC had a later dinner and word got back.  I don’t know if he found out that Caesar from Planet of the Apes is his real dad and she wasn’t into beastiality. But I do know, that he signed a pre-nup, which should be a non-contestable, iron-clad, document regardless of what genitalia the signers possess. And another thing I know, is that there are many, some may even say, myriad things that I would do #BeforeIGaveKendu, one thin dime of money outside of what we agreed to prior to marrying – here those things are, in no particular order. His Requests:   TRUMP/PENCE 2016 would get all my money #BeforeIGaveKendu $5.732k for groceries. Every bookstore/website in #murrica would get all my money for every existing and pre-order copy of every book Ann Coulter ever wrote #BeforeIGaveKendu $8k for a private chef. Boko Haram would get all my money to take our girls back#BeforeIGaveKendu $1k for clothes to cover his ashy ass. Steve Harvey would get all my money for a 1 on 1 intensive week long counseling session on how to get and more importantly keep a man #BeforeIGaveKendu $5k to continue paying his parents each month. Courtney Kemp would get all my money in exchange for writing Holly back into Power #BeforeIGaveKendu $71k for his rental properties. Kanye West would get all my money to pay off his debt, leaving him free to find the answers #BeforeIGaveKendu $5k to support HIS two youngest children.  Mona Scott Young would get all my money to start her own network #BeforeIGaveKendu $2.5k for auto expenses and transportation. Chief Keef would get all my money when I signed him to a life time contract with Myalogy Rekkids complete with full creative control #BeforeIGaveKendu $5.708k for maintenance and repair on his properties. Charlie Sheen would get all my money in exchange for some unprotected Tiger Blood lovin #BeforeIGaveKendu $21.677k for charitable donations. By no means is this list exhaustive, just a reference point for how a man, who had a career before we met – allegedly, I hired after we met, kept on after we married, and allowed me to do a singing KFC commercial under his “expert” management, wouldn’t get one dime over what we agreed to prior to marrying. Dick up, Loser. What would you give all your money to before his fugly ass?  Hit them comments!      

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Powerful Thoughts 3.9

I’d like to open this recap with the following statement meant to convey my maturity and lack of hubris: I TOLD YALL MUTHAFUCKASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!  THE RETURN OF GHOST AND T.  Ahem….. Penultimate episode here, which I felt was anything but ultimate, but hey…….im here to report and judge the show, not write it.  I will say Court and Co have done an amazing job of making me love Tommy and hate Ghost…which at the start of the show was inconceivable to me.  Now its hard to remember when I used to cheer for Ghost and want to see him to be great. He used to call you on your cellphone Hugo’s cellphone is in Angela’s clutches and she is making little headway figuring out what to do with it. As fate would have it, Sandoval calls it while she is holding it in her hand and she answers it.  No one speaks on the other end, but she hears the chopper that’s flying overhead their building, on her end and the callers end. Sandoval does as well and disconnects the call. After meeting up with Jamie, outside in public while wearing their invisibility cloaks and learning Gregex was at Tommy’s house questioning Kate, she goes to her pasty butt boyfriend and tries to put her butter pecan rican on him.  Known to us, but unbeknownst to her, Greg will take the ass, but he’s still on her trail.  While she is sleeping, he goes into her briefcase, finds the cell and takes a pic of the sim card so he can have his buddy Agent Medina run it later.  That boy is quicka than that thang yall! Have you ever tried to go thru ya people’s phone while they in the next room.  Hands all shakey, mouth all dry, fumbling….OH THATS ONLY ME HUH?  Yeah, Okay.  Anyway, he meets with Medina and gets some info that leads him to a store near Hugo’s crib. He arrives there just in time to see Sandoval leaving Hugo’s crib, where he removed a pic of him and his wife and hopefully his only connection to Hugo. Greg is all GOLLY GEE and trying to figure out why Sandoval would be there. No Love in the Club In the season’s most meandering pointless subplot, zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz  kantos returns demanding sterns invite list zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ghost got a plan zzzzzzzzzzzz julio stashing drugs in the cocky white boy club zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ghost busts up cocky white boys/karen meeting zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz cops arrive zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz cocky white boys arrested zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz big party back on at Truth zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Reunited and it feels so dumb It’s career day at the St. Patrick kids school and James St. Patrick is up there in all his tailored suit glory talking bout the challenges of being a club owner and the adverse affect it can have on your loved ones.  Tariq dont give a fuck; texting his boy Slim Fug to hook up later while his dad is up there talking…but his Mama gives fucks….many confused, contorted, ugly face fucks.  After hitting the club kids where it hurts and stealing his club business back, Ghost returns home triumphant.  Tasha is liquored up on wine when he gets there and congratulates him on beating the competition and keeping them safe from Milan.  She’s so grateful in fact, she rewards him with the gift of her open legs and as many ugly faces as she can muster.  That shit was hard for me to watch, which is becoming the norm for me and Power sex scenes.  She must have literally gotten her brains fucked out, because no sooner than Ghost leaves, does she pick up the phone and tell Tommy that Ghost is working to eliminate Milan and must be stopped, even tho she just thanked him for working to eliminate Milan.  Fine.  Tasha…we forgave you fuckin round with Dumbface Shawn, ya man’s was dickin around with bimbos (shouts out to Colin Powell), but this is just STUPID. Don’t enter the Game of Dummies…the field is too crowded. Ebony and Ivory do NOT go together in perfect harmony This week finds me sad again at the deterioration of Ghost and Tommy’s relationship.  The show opens with them sitting across from each other, Ghost questioning Tommy like a jealous lover bout why he aint return his call.  Aint this a bitch?  Actually, aint this a man?  Demanding the truth while lying to someone’s face.  Tommy tells him that he went to Milan’s warehouse to get closer to him. He also lets Ghost know that Ruiz is becoming a problem, refusing to sell anything until he sits down face to face with Milan to get a better understanding about why the product has to change.  Ghosts assures him that Ruiz will fall in line, because – ALTOGETHER NOW – he has a plan. GOT dammit I’m sick of this man and his plans.  Ghost reminds Tommy its of the utmost importance that they stick together and keep each other in the know, even tho we know he refuses to tell anyone, anything, anyplace, anytime – ever.  Tommy later arranges the meeting with a wire wearing Ruiz and Milan, during which he receives a phone call from a “dick for brains” – literally-  assed Tasha, who lets him know that Ghost JUST told her that he was working on a plan to rid them of Milan permanently.  This pisses Tommy off to NO END.  Earlier in the ep, he defended their friendship to Milan.  He told Milan that Ghost was all on board with the team and that he’s just being cautious.  Milan tells Tommy, all that is fine, but if Ghost aint right, Tommy will meet his own untimely demise.  This leads to Tommy giving Ruiz a ride home from the meet to his final destination.  In the car, Tommy vents his frustration over Ghost’s latest betrayal, confessing that Lobos is dead, and eventually killing Ruiz – ALL ON THE TAPE RECORD.  He returns to Truth to tell Ghost that he

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Powerful Thoughts 3.8

PASTY WHITE BUTT SEX. Courtney, didn’t we have a conversation about making us watch these sad barftastic vomitorius sex scenes?  Two weeks after you save us from Holly’s bony white ass, we gotta see Gregex P. Keaton’s bony white ass? Clearly further re-direction is needed. Let’s talk soon. With the season coming to a too soon close, all hell is continuing to break loose and all the characters are telling each other to do the last thing they should do – “trust me”, the title of this episode. These people are keeping MORE secrets from each other, secrets that would likely make things much easier and safer for all involved parties, but this is a show about allegedly smart people doing very dumb things.  That being said…lets get the boring shit out the way, huh? AngeLAMEs These two assholes are still in each other’s orbit and why shouldn’t they be? He’s following her around like a lil bitch.  Crying when he sees her at Greg’s crib. She’s still showing up at Tasha’s house, trying to question her about what she does with her husband.  Can we take a pause for me to tell you how out her lights would have been the first time she came to my crib?  They finally come face to face in a who gives a fuck scene that is totally unnoteworthy until it is revealed that she is wearing a wire to build the case against Ghost that she would never tell anyone about cuz she too dickwhipped to see him suffer.  He is equally pussywhipped and is willing to betray those closest to him to make sure she is safe, which honestly, HE SHOULD.  This lady has give up so much for this relationshiT….her freedom shouldn’t be at risk. She seemingly knows this and will do what she can to save herself without sacrificing Jamie.  She is desperate to get Agent Starling and her ilk off her trail, so she goes to Gregex to show him she’s been investigating Jamie.  She shows him footage of Jamie at the hotel the time Lobos was killed (do we know that he’s dead?) and tells him how cold she is now that its apparent Jamie used her while reconciling with his wife.  This leads Greg to comfort his former lover with his penis and leads her to believe she has neutralized Greg.  But like all men, once they get that release, the blood rushes back to other essential muscles and he aint going…soon as he rolls over and farts he sends a text to someone telling them that Angie is def involved in the Lobos fuck up. Sad trombone Angie….you got ran thru, had to look at a pic of BAE while getting sad, powerless thrusts from Boo and he STILL don’t trust you.  While there is a contest over the dumbest person on the show, there isnt one for the biggest loser….its habitually YOU. Milan to the right of them, Milan to the left them… Much like them cannons Lord Tennyson spoke of, Milan is fucking everywhere.  In his own warehouse waking Tommy from a beatdown induced sleep; in Tasha and Keisha’s shop – threatening to expose Tasha and scaring Keisha into making unnecessary noise when she should be frozen with fear; in Truth somehow making Jamie SAT DOWN in what appears to be the tightest suit in his collection, and most importantly, in between Ghost and Tommy.  He’s having Tommy call Primera meetings in Truth behind Jamie’s back, tempting Tommy with a life of no obligation to anyone (except him of course), offering to share his people porridge, just doing it all! He’s gonna have them walking around in them Diddy/Mase #1/#2 jerseys in just one minute.  In a serious role reversal, Milan has Tommy hold and conduct the Primera meeting, where he gives a rousing GMoney speech bout how pills are the future, and they will now all be pushing pills in addition to dope.  They all initially balk and start swinging dicks bout how aint nobody gonna tell them what to sell, but a quick hit to Asian Primera’s main vein and his subsequent death changes all of their tunes….everyone is on deck – including the freshly returned to power Ruiz and that dumb ass hat of his.  Pills for EVERYONE! My mama aint raise no dummy, but Tariq’s mama did. The game of dummy’s got a brand new front runner this week.  Although Ghost and Dre continue to be very strong contenders, Tariq has entered the contest and is off to a rousing start.  This boy…whoe seems old enough to tie his own shoes and is brave enough to stand in his dad’s face shitting on his choices and his sidebitch, is somehow not smart enough to not tell a total stranger, where he goes to school, what time he gets out of school, his dad’s social security number, where his mom gets her shitty closures from, nor recognize stranger danger when he sees it.  Kanan pops up on the scene where Dre has taken Tariq to play ball and starts to endear himself to the young man – being overly complimentary and asking too many fucking questions.  Watching this scene made me immediately think of the XXL cover with 50 caressing Soulja Boy, both of them slathered in Johnson’s Baby Oil Gel.  I was so scared that man was gonna kiss that lil boy in his mouth, I swear I was.  Kanan, who never saw a line he wasnt eager to cross, kicks it up a notch, showing up at Tariq’s school, goading the lil boy to defy his father and take a trip  to the hood with him.  This dumb ass not only goes, but starts drinking lean, OUT THE SAME STRAW WITH A TOTAL STRANGER!!!!  Who does that?  I mean kids are dumb…but you aint gotta be dumb and gross Tariq…at least raise the lid and drink straight out the cup!  A co-worker once tried to give me some

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Greenleafian Thoughts 1.13 – The Finale

Ehhhhhhhhhhhhh, I dont know guys.  I kinda dropped the ball on these recaps, cuz I felt like after a great start the show kinda fizzled out.  After seeing the last three episodes, including the finale which I will attempt to recap – but Im warning you….you are not gonna enjoy this, cuz I didn’t enjoy the show. The opening found Mac still in jail and being visited by Passa, who must have been an active participant in his daughters molestation and subsequent suicide cuz aint NO WAY I would be visiting the man that actually did violate my child.  Mac wants Passa to be a character witness at an upcoming hearing.  THE NERVE.  Passa is incredulous that this man would even ask, but Mac reminds him, if he remains in jail, he will not be able to pay off Henry – Mac, Mavis and Mae’s dad, to keep THEIR secret a secret.  Im telling you, this has got to be the worst shit in life that Passa and Mac are hiding.  Speaking of Henry….. ….he shows up at the church and Noah stashes him outta Mae’s crosshairs long enough to tell Grace he is on the property and needs to speak with her.  He’s there looking for assistance as his meal ticket is locked up.  GG, shows some sympathy and accompanies Henry to his crib where she discovers enough medicine to, nope….no perscription drug jokes….indicate that he is terminally ill.  He needs to go straight to hospice, which she arranges for on the church’s dime.  Before he checks in and begins his final descent, Henry does manage to tell Grace that Passa and Mac’s first church burned down under suspicious circumstances decades ago. I guess Henry is safe and quiet for now….. …..which is more than we can say for Kevin.  Now that he outed himself to Charity, which you would have known had I bothered to recap, he wont stay quiet, altho he has found a safe space with his wife.  Charity sings a lovely song in church because, Winans, which seems to indicate she is gonna stand by her man after nearly pummeling him to death and putting her unborn children in jeopardy in a previous ep, that you would have known about had I bother to recap.  I digress….he still aint welcome in her bed and when he goes to her, his sad little “gay de-programming” book in hand begging for another chance, she shows the backbone we’ve been wanting her to show more and more of.  She immediately tells him it aint happening, but softens a bit when he begs….still, she wants a break, he has to go.  He understands….. …but who doesnt understand is Jacob, the Rodney Dangerfield of Memphis.  He doesnt understand, or pretends not to, why his new boss, his dad’s rival, the pastor of Triumph, Bacie Skanks (what a freaking name) wants to build a $40 million christian community center right across the street from Calvary. Um, Short Bus, let me help you out.  He hates your dad.  It’s really not that hard.  What has to be harder for you to comprehend is why, after all his mind fuckery of you, him tearing you down, building you back up, encouraging you to step out on faith, even if that means going against the family business, why your dad is now all like “Gotcha! You thought I was really sending you to work for Bacie?  My only son and my enemy?  You my eyes and ears over there boy!  Tell me everything he does.  GREENLEAF TO THE WORLD BLOW!!” Well that could be cuz, while he doesnt hate you, he def doesnt respect you and you would have never known that if you didnt step back in Calvary…. …to support your family and watch GG preach.  Yes, the girl wonder prodigy preaching machine is back in the pulpit.  GG agrees to not return to Phoenix for the summer to fight Ray for custody of the dearly departing Sophia.  She decides to stay in the family fold and preach for her dad, once he reveals to her that he has Parkinson’s disease.  I gotta tell you, unless Im misremembering, this is the first time we’ve seen GG preach, and it was extremely light-skinned.  I’ve felt more energized by State of the Union addresses and the lectures I heard in my Macro-econ class the third time I took it and finally passed..thank you very much.  She got up there and spoke frankly bout Mac and his rapey ways and they had a moment of silence for the victims.  I guess.  Hopefully im wrong and she preached before and they didnt save this medocrity for the finale.  Her sermon is so boring, she must have needed a drink to revive herself….. …and where better to get a cocktail than Mavis’s place…which is gearing up for a permanent last call.  Mac, presumably has made good on his threat to have her land appropriated and she is going out of business.  Grace stops by and Mavis reassures her she did the right thing by airing Mac out.  She warns Grace about staying close to the family and tells her what type of man Passa USED to be.  I swear for a minute I thought she was gonna reveal she used to sing “as we lay” to Passa on karaoke nights and she was GG’s real momma….but nah..just a cautionary tale.  Later, Lady Mae shows up at Mavis’s place and I grabbed my long stem Pope Wine Glass and flamed up my <redacted> prepared to watch these two tear up my screen…..turns out I was the one to tear up my screen when I threw my wine glass at it in protest.  BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORING. They literally stood there and told each other how the other was to blame for what was happening in the family.  Great.  Knew yall felt that way going into it.   Thanks ladies…you can pick up your gift baskets on the way out…… Also on

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Powerful Thoughts 3.7

  DON’T GO, Myalogists!  Im a a day late and many hundreds of millions of dollars short, but I’se here! AngeLAMEs Courtieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, I’m not gonna fall for the banana in the tailpipe, Courtieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. We all  knew these fools being back in bed together was a dream, right Guys?  If it wasn’t you wouldn’t be reading this, because I would have drank some bleach, effectively ending my life and this blog.  Lets get these losers out the way.  They ain’t together, yet they both truly yearn to be back together – as evidenced by their boundary issues.  Just like any entitled negro, Jamie just walks his rusty black ass up in Angie’s apartment to get his spare murder suit, his beats earbuds and his uno cards – unannounced and using the keys he should have left when he walked out on her.  Paz rectified that matter tho.  Holla at my sister again, Imma kill your ass, oh, and run them keys playboy.  As for Angie and her habitual line crossing, she showed up at Tasha’s house AGAIN (more on that later) making threats, and then later just barged up in Jamie’s hotel room in her ultra skinny jeans, making demands.  Tell me you are Ghost.  Tell me you killed Lobos.  Tell me how you did it.  Tell me it was Ms. Scarlet in the Conservatory with the candlestick.  Ma’am.  If you think this negro never loved you as you stated, why you think he gonna help you?  I mean we all know his puss ass gonna bail you out, but why do you think he is gonna do anything for you? Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner It shole aint Sidney Poitier.  Milan aint playing no games.  Where Lobos had me laughing, Milan has my sphincter tighter than the girdle on a baptist minister’s wife at an all-you-can-eat pancake breakfast. (shouts out to Blanche Elizabeth Hollingsworth Devereaux).  I am scared of this dude.  Im scared for Jamie bout this dude.  Im not scared for Tommy, cuz he dont give a fuck bout living anyway. He wakes Jamie from his beautiful dream, to tell him to have his ass outside of Truth at a certain time.  Jamie does, with Tommy in tow.  He tells Jamie he’s gonna not pay Karen for the clubs, he’s gonna pay him for intercepting his shipment.  Jamie does. He tells Jamie to sit down at his own damn dinner table and he does.  He even got his chick feeling free to clown Jamie – in his own damn house.  Then lit up a square in what looks like a very smoke free crib.  Just damn disrespectful.  Ghost feels like he found a vulnerability in Milan – I presume it will have something to do with squares (cigarettes for my non black readers – do I have any?), since they ZOOMED in on the cancer stick, providing us with an obvious clue. Tommy Egan, of the Fuckless Egans Milan said to Tommy that although he doesnt see it, this is the best time for him to be alive.  I agree.  Tommy doesn’t give a shit about anything right now.  Basically called Ghost a bitch assed nigga for rolling over for Milan to which Ghost responded “watch your attitude Tommy” – HUUUUUUUUUH?  Ghost who the fuck are you?  His 73 year old auntie?  You not gonna give him any hard candy after church if he doesnt fix his face? Fuck outta here dude.  Your own son aint even scared of you.  Ahem…sat in Milan’s face and asked if he eats people.  Told Milan he aint killing the gun running priest just cuz he told him to and then aint kill the gun running priest.  Consistently visiting Holly and lil Hommy/Tolly’s gravesite.  Letting Milan’s goons beat the fuck out of him cuz basically living is a moot point for him right now.  Tasha in one of the most awkward reveals of all times, done told him Holly was preggo which pushes him one foot further towards the grave.  Although his fux reserves are being depleted by the second, he does manage to scrounge up one to go ask Tasha to give him the money to help pay off Milan, which she interestingly does after turning Ghost down for a loan.   He started off this episode being viewed as disposable to Milan..he ends it looking like a valuable asset to the person he calls the Serbian Hannibal Lecter. Internal Affairs Investigation Speaking of Hannibal Lecter, Agent Starling is crawling all the way up all of their asses in the State’s Attorney Office.  Told the clueless ass “NOT IN MY OFFICE ” boss the problem was indeed UP IN HIS OFFICE. Told Gregex P. Keaton, Angie aint break the law, she broke your heart.  Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!  Laughed in Saxe’s face bout his outside proclivities.  Tried to hit Angie where it hurt, but Angie turned that shit right back on her ass, proving it takes a woman to handle a man, and a woman to handle another woman.  Too much estrogen, nature’s deadliest element, in the scenes with her and Angie.  Angie seems to have been cleared, but the one thing she has accomplished, along with the other members of the task force is to turn Agent Starlings focus to Jamie. Ghost got 99 probs and his bitches are 2 I’m unclear how or even if Jamie sleeps at night.  In no particular order, I present the many known and unknown problems of James St. Patrick.  Clean cash flow problems. Agent Starling looking into him.  Paz threatening to kill him. Milan period.  Tariq’s fucked up attitude. Tommy’s unhinging. Kanan’s return.  Dre’s stupidity and disloyalty. Angie demanding his help.  His inability to buy into Karens hotel’s. His poor broken heart. Tasha refusing to help him.  Did I leave anything out?  Tell me in the comments. Myalogy Minutes How does Tariq still have teeth?  Once my brother got too big, weapons were used.  Catch mama’s hand; catch this broom, muthafucka. Dre has officially earned dumbest person on the show honors.  You gonna rock

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