Everyone is my buddy…
Well, almost everyone is.
My nephews are my buddies. YOUR nephews are my buddies.
Little kids in public spaces are my buddies.
Little kids in public spaces who behave like incorrigible
little shits? Still my buddies.
Big dogs are my buddies.
Little dogs are my buddies.
Old men playing chess at McDonalds at 11am are my buddies.
My own granddaddy was my Buddy, and everyone called him just that.
My own dog responds to “Buddy” as much as he does “Bruiser.”
The last thing I say leaving my house every morning is “bye Buddy, see ya later”
and his response is as priceless now at 8 years as it was when he was 8 weeks
I randomly high-five 3 year olds in Wal Mart who elatedly
grin when they hear a large black man smile and say “high five, lil buddy!”
Parents love it too.
I guess you could say I use the word “buddy” a lot with the
people I come into contact with. And I
am okay with that.
If you sat around
all weekend saying “what’s the big deal?” or drawing Straw Man arguments about
Blade, Spawn, Catwoman (lmao), or
whatever other black comic superhero you could pull out of your ass then you
either just don’t get it or were a huge part of the problem in general.
Black Panther was everything!
The images were beautiful, the costumes were wonderful (and apparently
contained coded messages themselves), the casting was par excellence, and the
action was beyond engrossing.
But see the
above-displayed image I cribbed from a buddy’s FB with her permission…
Black boys got to see people who looked like them as warriors and strong royal
family members. Black girls got to see
themselves represented as an even STRONGER group of warriors and not
harlots. The young lady above took her
daughter to the movie and the first thing she said was “look mommy, they have
hair like mine!” Representation is SUPER
important, the power of seeing yourself in something positive for a …
So last month, I made about $113k
on ill-but-legally-gotten coal, right? I’m
on. We on, right?
I SHOULD have put half of it in the bank or in some investment vehicle and made
a ginormous principle payment on my house and paid off all my credit with the other
half. That makes sense, right?
And just so we’re
all on the same page here, robbing Santa Claus is a BAD thing, children. Never mind that what was SUPPOSED to be a
punishment for it has turned into a windfall for me and mine. As Santa is a scumbag dopeman anyway, we can’t
FULLY consider that he might have thought of the outcomes when it came all the
damn way down to it anyway. I can’t
care, really, because damned if I didn’t get paid.
Not only am I
sitting on big bank, but I rolled out of the museum with the blessings of the
manager of the place and--…
WAIT!!! I need to explain something.
Doctors tend to hang around other doctors, lawyers hang around other lawyers,
professors do the same. You get it
So I …