Open letter to the skanks, skeezers, schemers and sundry that want Jesse Williams

Hello Lovelies. 

First let me say that you think you picked an "ideal" target if you are a thirsty, gold-digging tramp that likes wrecking homes.  But let me tell you that it would better serve you to look elsewhere.

Mrs. Aryn Drake-Lee Williams will snatch your implants out.  Sister looks like she is from the beat your azz school of marriage management.  Even though she is an educated, intelligent, tri-lingual businesswoman, she will still dust that behind.

The web is all atwitter about how she looks, mind your own damn business,  cretins. And unfortunately, the most virulent garbage has been coming from women of color.

I do not know this couple personally, but from what I have seen they have some Pauline and Denzel mojo going on.  I know it's disappointing, but believe it or not, all men are not cheating bastards. Jesse looks like he might be a real man who honors his commitments.

Listen, I know you think it is easier to pick a target, stalk him, seduce him and live happily ever after, then it would be to get a job AND EARN YOUR OWN DAMN MONEY, but it won't.

Cause you will never be able to trust him since he cheated on his wife with you.  

I understand that you feel slighted cause a sister with a different type of beauty has the man of your dreams, get over it.

Aryn has stood by his side through thick and thick and this brother appears to have substance.  He does not look rabbity to me at all.  Of course, as I indicated, I don't know them.

But what I do know is he stood up in front of millions of people and tore the bandage off the racist wounds that America refuses to acknowledge.  I know that his wife has been his ride or die for longer than he has been trending. I know that what he said is gonna piss a lot of people off, you down for that?

And I am pretty sure there is nothing you have on offer that can top the loving relationship that he is already in.  

So may I suggest that you start working on self. 

First, stop bashing sisters cause they have what you want.

Second, try to remember, that someone's husband is not your boyfriend, he's somebody's husband.

Third, stop looking for the easy way out and put in the work for a relationship like Aryn and Jesse have.

Last, put those claws away thirsty, they are not attractive.

It just gets worse and worse - Texas Mother shoots daughters

Dear NRA, are you fucking kidding me right now?  Just how much money do you need?  By now you must have more money than God.

 And Local LEO, you went to this home how many times, and nobody thought she might be a danger to herself or others?

I do not know why this case resonates so much to me, maybe it's because I am a mother? Nope, it is because I am a human being that has witnessed at least two avoidable mass shootings in the past two weeks.

They should change the name of the NRA to Pimpin LaMoco, cause they are raking in the dollars while America bleeds. 

This is a clear case of governmental failure, and I am sure the last police officers that responded to a call at that home are kicking themselves.

It is true that no one could have predicted the awful outcome of this Mother's madness, but 14 domestic calls is a cry for help.  Sorry we did not hear you.  

Moms Demand Action for Gun Sense in America

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UPDATE: More terrifying details are emerging about the Texas mom who fatally shot her two daughters, Madison, 17, and Taylor, 22.

Family and friends say the mother, who was also a gun extremist, was suffering from a "mental crisis" and that police had been called to the home at least 14 times in the past.

Apparently the mother shot and wounded her daughters during a "family meeting." The girls then ran from the home with their mother in pursuit. After Madison collapsed in the street; the mother went back inside to reload. She then returned and shot Taylor again in the back.

Police shot and killed the mother when she wouldn't drop her gun and appeared to be prepared to shoot her daughters again.

Police called to Texas home of mom who shot daughters 14 times since 2012

Mother called a family meeting just before the shooting.

YAHOO.COM

Attention Facebook, how can you "like" something too fast?!?!?!?!?!

Good afternoon Fam, I am sitting here in shock,  Facebook blocked me....because I was using the "like" function too fast.

Since I have been out of the office for almost two months,  I admit that my Facebook addiction has gone into overdrive, and I spend way tooooooooooooooo much time liking pictures of kittens and bunnies.  And while I was mindlessly pushing like and adding emojis, never heard a mumbling word from the great FB.

Now that I have launched my business page, Black Butterfly Photography Chicago, I have been posting a lot of captures, launched two blogs and trying to get a 3rd going.  So you might say I have been blowing up my pages, but a girl has to eat.

When I signed on in 2009, had no idea that I was going to end up dedicating hours to the timesuck known as social media.  But here I am true and thoroughly hooked and not ashamed to tell it on the mountain.

I know that Facebook is not out to get me, considering how much I drop on games (my dirty little secret), you would think I'd get a pass while I work on my marketing plan.

I have only been blocked once before, back in my newbie days, cause I wanted to be every bodies friend.  After I got over the outrage, I thought I had this Facebook thing handled.

Seems I was wrong.  I did respond to the survey, but if they read my comments and answer I will be amazed.

Cause what is bothering me is the sheer pettiness of the aforementioned "block", how can you like something too fast.  And if the FB robots don't realize that I am human, explain all the adds tailored to my interest.

Do not get me wrong, not blaming Facebook, just looking for answers.

Kyrie, are you kidding me ?

One step forward, one step back.

Jesse Williams delivered an impassioned acceptance speech that has the world all agog.  And I am proud of the young son of Chicago.  He has demonstrated his racial pride to all and sundry.  He has even been lauded as the next great black statesman. Way to go Bro!!

I have seen him walk the walk while talking the talk and he gets mad respect from me.

On the other side of the spectrum is Kyrie (I do not invite Black women to my yacht parties) Irving.  I don't care who he invites where, just suggest he function with a higher level of discretion.

His supporters are flying his freedom-to-choose flag, and I agree.  I am just suggesting that he keep his self-loathing to his own self.  We do not need to know all his personal business.  The fact that he insulted black women the world over should not be held against him since he is obviously suffering from some sort of mental illness.

On second thought, I am not going to let him get away with that illness crap.  I want a heartfelt apology from Sir Colorstruck, on the front page of the New York Times. Not going to happen, but I can ask.

Also need to remind him to check his inner circle, cause all hoes ain't loyal, and someone in his camp sold him out. You know it's true, cause how else would the world know that he might be able to handle that pill, but handling his personal business....not so much.

I wish him nothing but success in his future endeavors, but all so suggest he work on his off-court game, cause it's weak.

Summer is here and so is S.W.A.T.

My hubby and I spent a leisurely visit with his Mother at her rehabilitation facility today and as we headed back to the South Side, look at what I saw rolling down Lake Shore Drive.

This is a genuine SWAT vehicle with mortar ports in the freaking windows.

Attention Cap Busters and Gang Bangers, this will wreck your world.  I do not care what you are shooting with, unless it's an A Bomb, you are S.O.L.

I bring this to your attention because if you continue to shoot up our neighborhoods, you might just get a visit from this bad boy, and that is not a fight you can win.

Since common sense is in such short supply recently, maybe the thought of a mortar up your behind will help you put down the guns.

I know that the world is spinning out of control, no jobs, etc, etc, etc, but bullets are not going to solve a damn thing.

Do not think for a minute that the Mayor will not shut this city down, go door to door and haul you off to a concentration camp.

Not possible you say, well keep up the mayhem and find out.

This violence has got to stop.  Is it possible, yes. Is it probable?   Not without a concentrated effort to convince the shooters that their neighbors are not going to put up with this any longer.

And if all else fails, remember that swat van that the CPD is itching to use.

Mothers, mind your children

Once upon a time children were seen and not heard, and got beaten like rugs.  I have been on the receiving end of more than a few butt-whippings.

But this latest Mother is a whole nother beast.  She shot two of her teenage daughters..in the street, like the OK Corral. Shot them dead, then the police shot her.

I cannot pretend that I haven't wanted to stab somebody, stake them to an ant hill, flay them alive...but shoot someone, I DO NOT GET IT...

I do not know what they were arguing about, but I do know the Mother had to be insane when she pulled the trigger on two of her children.

And all this could have been avoided, if there were no guns in the house.  Whatever happened to a good old fashioned fist fight, or hair pulling, arms windmilling into your opponent, or jello wrestling.  How about using anxiety bats when somebody pisses you off? 

This is not the Wild West, or is it?

I have thought long and hard about what could make me shoot my son, and the only scenario I envision is the Zombie Apocalypse. Love him madly but he cannot eat my brain.

The remaining family members have to deal with a situation that I would not wish on my worse enemy.  And for what?  We will never know what caused this woman to shoot and kill her daughters, but whatever it was, it could have been solved without gun-play.

I am not sending thoughts and prayers to the family, I am going to work hard to get common sense gun legislation in place asap.

This must stop.

Remember in November

The most important election in the history of the USA is fast approaching.  Don't be distracted by the fuster cluck that is Drumpf, or the 3 ring Democratic circus...it is not just the presidency that is at stake, it is the fate of the country.

We can be influenced by mass media, or we can do our own research, draw our own conclusions and vote our conscience.

That is all I ask.

Remember the names of the 52 that refused to vote on any form of gun control on the heels of the deaths of 49 Americans.

Remember Freddie Gray, Sandra Bland, Tryvon Martin and all the others sacrificed on the alter of racism.

Remember the ongoing war on women being waged by the GOP, christian fanatics and the media.

Remember Donald Drumpf, the clown prince of racist, backbiting, illiterate, bigots everywhere.  There is little human about this man.

Remember our ancestors fought and died for the right to vote in this country.

Remember the warriors for civil rights that gave their lives.

But most of all, remember to vote.

Love does not hurt you, people do

I heard about the Red Line stabbing today, and had to shed a tear for lives lost and ruined in the name of "Love."  But further research indicates that the alleged killer was demanding that the woman have his baby.

Hold on, this is 2016, it's her body and she can conduct herself as she pleases.

Such was not the case and this is the subject of our meeting today.  Ladies, you must choose better.  I know it is hard, and lonely and you are horny...blah..blah..blah, but you must pick better.

Consider the fact that all mothers did not do a good job with man-rearing.

They are not at all the mother that went to jail cause she whipped her thieving sons.  Most mothers I have observed lately haven't taught their boy how to cross the street at the light.

Back in the day ( I see that eyeroll), people were kinder to each other.  We at least asked for first and last names before hitting the sheets.  People had better self-control too, none of this slitting your throat nonsense.  

Also absent in the world today is empathy, according to reports no one came to her rescue, but there are photos of her body on the net.

We must do better, help more, get involved, call the police.  But young women, you must do your part as well.  Before you bring some gentleman around your children, do some research, at least google him.

I recall the mating game differently, the crazy ones gave off some sort of signal.  But in the digital age, all those ticks can be filtered out.  

This might appear to be callous, but some of you need to hear this, it's a cruel world, getting crazier by the day. You must guard against the users, abusers, creeps and control freaks.  For your sake and the sake of your loved ones, be careful out there.

Civil Rights in Action, fighting for the right to live

Here it is 2016 and we are fighting the fight of our lives...gun control.  Wait, let me correct that weapons of mass destruction control.

You would think that common sense would prevail, rupublicans would realize that a projectile moving hundred feet per second does not know if you are black, white or green.  Since bullets do not have eyes, it would be better served if people listed on Terror Watch Lists are not allowed to buy them.

So the general public lives in fear while the political hacks rack in blood-stained NRA dollars.

Undertakers and gun makers are posting record profits, funeral homes are open 7 days a week.  It is routine to see street-side monuments to the fallen.  Weather beaten bunnies and balloons wrapped around a light pole are all that remain of a life taken too soon.

Sitting alone on Sunday afternoon I did a mental count of my friends and family that have been directly impacted by gun violence.  The results are staggering, every one has been effected.  And there is no end in sight.

Pardon me if I just feel that it should be at least as difficult to buy a gun as get a driver's license.  

I am outraged by the fact that rupublican women refuse to acknowledge that no one needs a large magazine high caliber weapon in modern society.  What kind of mothers are they?  Do they see the photos I see on a daily basis?

Perhaps it is true that money blinds men to reason, but no amount of money would stop me from passing sensible gun legislation if it were in my power.  I do not know how they sleep at night.  

I might be stretching here, but has anyone checked their closets for pods.  They cannot be human beings if Congress continues to allow any damn wanna be jehadist access to machine pistols.

This goes beyond party lines.  This involves the future of our children.  If we let them get away with automatic weapons, there will be tanks clogging up the rush hour traffic.

Sisters with Hats, we need you!!

I grew up in the age of Sisters with Hats...the church going, bible quoting, butt-whipping mothers/aunts/grandmother who wore hats like helmets while they prayed for our souls all day on Sunday.

I am here to tell you that those prayers worked, but they did not just pray, they nourished our bodies and feed our souls.  

Sisters with Hats would get this situation straightened out with the quickness. They brooked no bull-shit, pulled no punches and handed out stern discipline and delicious mac and cheese in equal measure.

Lessons I learned at the feet of Sisters With Hats need to be re-taught today.

Compassion was the first thing my hat wearing Mother taught me. That we are are not alone on this earth and therefore, it behooves us to look after the weaker even when you want to kick your baby sister down the stairs.

Responsibility was also drummed into our head, we did not always listen or admit it, but at least we know what it is.

Kindness, in every neighborhood and on every block there was a family of many that Sisters with Hats would take under their wing and feed.  No one was turned away from the dinner table.

Service, Sisters with Hats stepped up in any hour of need, be it birthing, wedding or burying. They could be counted on in every emergency to provide a strong arm, covered casserole or bail money for your boyfriend.

We miss you and wish that the hat wearing Sisters would come back in style.

The Hot Mess Contest

Ladies, ladies, ladies...don't be in such a hurry to win the Hot Mess Contest.

Don't start shaking your head and pointing fingers because we have all been guilty of it, I know I have.

As evidenced in the photo below, I had more than one occasion in the past to wear the not-so-coveted Queen of the Hot Mess title.

Yes, the woman I hardly recognize did everything in her power to self-destruct.  But my will was not having it.  The spark of intelligence, education, grace and talent would not be silenced by drink, or drug or anything.  

All the time I wallowed and wasted, there was a tiny voice whispering for me to get my act together (trite but true).  I am forever grateful that I listened.

So fast forward 30 years and life is better than it's ever been.  The demons might not be dead, but they are in a coma.

Fortunately, vanity saved me.  There is nothing glamorous about a crack whore, and glamour is my life.  Hence the title of the blog.

Just a little place to conversate, congratulate, congregate with the like-minded, fair minded, forward minded women (and men) of my acquaintance.  Join me won't you?

What the heck is a Glam-Mother?

I found out that I was a grandmother (shudder) when my grandchild was 10 years old (long story, another time).

So while I dodged the diaper changing bullet, I had to deal with what she should call me. And the list is not that long.  No offense meant to the mee-maws, grannys, gmas and other variations, but I was not ready so I go by Nana.

That's right, Nana...cool and easy for young tongues to pronounce.  I love this Glam-Mother thing so much...all the glory and no diapers, what a world.

Now in order to be a Glam-Mother, you have to be that Granny everybody hates.....hip, happy and concerned with your children's welfare as well as the world they live in.

Glam-Mothers turn up at all the family events with food, drink and lots of unsolicited advice.  Most often we end up organizing the food cause young women these days cannot cook.

And while we are busy in the kitchen, those lazy heifers are crowded in the bathroom taking selfies.

I am not an old fogie, but selfies are destroying the fabric of our nation (jk), Young women today tend to be preoccupied with everything but running a household and feeding their children.

Here is a photo of the reason for my Glam-Motherhood and I sure love this girl, but not enough to let her call me Granny.

At least not yet.  My grandmother was the queen of Glam-Mother's, we called her Dollface.  She introduced me to fine food, how to tell if it's real crystal and how to roast meat.  She dressed like a diva before Black folks knew what that is.  I am grateful beyond telling that she was there to show me what a Glam-Mother should be.

Anniversary Shout out to the World's Best Husband

I am sure you noticed the photo attached to this post, let me introduce you to my husband, who will be henceforth referred to as "Smooth-Cool".  Cause that is what he is, and always has been.

When we met in high school, I could not stand him.  He did not smoke, dd not drink and he did not eat meat.  He was not the man for me.

Fast forward 30 years, our paths cross and the rest is history.

He has been my anchor, my rock, my pal, road dog, partner in crime, friend...I could go on but I won't.  The testament to his character is the fact that we have been together 13 wonderous years.

Wonderous, you say, and I reply yes because being married to a Glam-Mother is not easy.  Yet this man here, has been steadfast, strong and true through every day of it.

Not all days have been fun-filled, but he has managed to make sure that I always feel his hand at my back.  For this and so much more I am forever grateful.  Love You Madly Husband Mine!!

America...wtf

Turn on any media device and you will be bombarded with images from the massacre this weekend.  I've cried so much that my lashes are coming off.  That, in the face of such horror is trivial, and you are right. But I have to get this off my chest.

America, what the f..., how can we allow this to go on, week after week, day after day and do absolutely nothing about it?

If I can see the correlation between assault weapons and mental instability, why can't our government?

I feel foolish asking the question we all know the answer to...the NRA owns our government body and soul.

I never imagined that I would live to see the day that gun violence would be such a prevalent occurrence.  And it is breaking my heart.

Along with the hearts of the family, friends and loved ones of the 49 victims that were murdered in cold, calculated fashion by someone that should not been allowed near a water pistol.  

"How could this happen?" is a cry heard round the world each time some unhappy soul uses a gun to solve his issues.  

"How can we stop it?"  Make it illegal to own a large magazine rifle in the USA.  How hard is that?