Lied.
SE03EP2 – IT’S COMPLICATED- I HATE TO TELL YOU, BUT THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS “WHITE CULTURE”
Wait! Wait! Wait! Yes, I am talking about racism again but this time I’m going to make white people AND black people angry! It’s an equal opportunity piss-off podcast today and nobody is safe (unless they are Latino or Asian… they don’t have a horse in this particular race!)
I touch on why there is no such thing as white culture but there absolutely can be black culture and if you can’t directly trace where in Africa you’re from, you’re not African American. I’m throwing punches at everyone today. Will you get out without being knocked out? Listen and find out!
SE03EP1 – IT’S COMPLICATED- WHAT FRESH HELL SHAL WE HAVE THIS YEAR, MY DEAR?
Bet you weren’t expecting this?
HELLO 2024 and HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
Let’s start off the year talking about where we were, where we might be going, and how we got there. We’ve got the usual suspects all showing up and playing their roles with me, your illustrious curator to break it all down and snark her way through while dropping a few wisdom bombs and history along the way.
It’s quintencential Tek content, from a woman who’s dragging herself out of the grave and spitting f-bombs at the absurd. Join her as she tries this once again, and this time, with… vigor?
Promised Refrences:
- The White House is threatening the patents of high-priced drugs developed with taxpayer dollars
- Lawmakers call on US regulator to thwart Kroger-Albertsons deal
- Ohio grand jury to decide whether to charge woman who miscarried for ‘abuse of a corpse’
- 14th Amendment of the US Constitution
- Dread Scott vs. Sanford
- Elon Musk is speaking out against government subsidies. Here’s a list of the billions of dollars his businesses have received.
I Am King.
This song has been playing on repeat in my headphones. Florence and The Machine can do no wrong. My ex turned me on to her. One of the best things he ever did.
I am trying to rebuild myself, my house, my kingdom and my legacy. From sand… from so much fucking sand.
I forget WHO I am all the time because who I am is bigger than even I can understand… and it doesn’t mesh because I would think that things would have been better by now and I would be sitting in my strengths instead of trying to rebuild yet again… Because just when I think I am getting to where I think I am safe and secure, people kick my castle down again. But maybe that’s just it… I burn, I rise, I burn, I rise. This time has just been really fucking hard (impossible).
I’m praying that my luck changes going into 2024. It’s time… It’s time for me to have a good run again.
Along those lines, I’ve been productive the last few days which I hadn’t been in awhile. That’s 100% because I finally had some recruiters call me about jobs, which gave me hope, which gave me some fire.
God(dess) give me one good final run. I’m terrified because everything the market says is that there will be more layoffs next year and that means even less jobs with even more people fighting over them.
Random thought: I say people don’t care. I think people don’t care to help me but there are a lot of people who care. There are just more people who care to see how the story ends. I make good reality TV viewing.
Today is going to be rough
I thought that today was going to be okay. I have to do the last wish of my father today which is to plant the tulips on my mother’s grave. I couldn’t do it when I wanted to do it because I had hand surgery. Technically, I am still not supposed to do it but its starting to get too late to plant so I have to do it today before the ground gets way too hard. I thought I was going to be somewhat indifferent but now I am bawling. I need to bring my dads ashes with me just so he knows I did it. I was going to put a little in the ground but I don’t have a urn… he’s just in a baggie and if I open it, it will make a mess and I have nothing to dump it in. It’s bad enough that the bags are sitting in a plastic storage box.
For fuck sake. I need some fucking help. I NEED SOME HELP.
I’m so lonely.