Did some Late Night Mentoring

It's been a long and productive day.

I ended up doing some late-night mentoring and got further proof that Black-American Parenting isn't worth shit.

A bunch of pie-n-the-sky crap is worthless. Worse than that it is dangerous to Black-Males growing up hearing and seeing this kind of garbage. Only to find out that once They become adults the whole thing was staged and fake from day-fuckin-1! And it only worked on Them because the useless Black-Parents were able to say Their Bullshit within the CONFINES OF THEIR HOME. Where They could CONTROL THINGS and give off THE APPEARANCE that what They are SAYING.

Is how the World ACTUALLY IS.

Pending on what I know tomorrow.

Then I may be able to put yet another Black-American Young Man onto the path of AT LEAST EARNING GOOD MONEY AT A DAYJOB.

The Rest will be on Him, pending what happens tomorrow.

And the Whites on the shuttlebus were EAR-HUSTLING THE HELL OUT OF ME and were SHOCKED I spoke as CANDIDLY AS I DID.

Fuckin shuttlebus was quiet as a goddamn church mouse!

I was waiting for some random White-person to start freaking the fuck out! Because They were so goddamn quiet!

We're supposed to be solving Our Problems.

Not simply saying feel-good-fluff to one another.

Mind You it was clear that the Blackman I was talking to needed to talk to somebody older than Him because He clearly couldn't figure out how to solve the situation with His Male-Family Member who'd become more than just a minor problem.

Other people would've said some silly-shit and got to the station and then left him hanging and took their asses the fuck home and that is why We're on the fuckin bottom! Because when We SEE AND KNOW another Black-Person NEEDS HELP. NEEDS SOMEBODY TO TALK TO SO THEY CAN TRY TO SOLVE THEIR SITUATION!?

We fuckin bitch-up and BAIL OUT!

Then sit around and complain about why shit is fucked up.

Like I said keep right on squabbling and shit.

Keep right on....