#iHate Hatred

Hate is a strong word. But I hate hatred. No matter your feelings on any of the tragedies that took place in our country, last week was extremely difficult for us all. And it’s up to us to fix it. I’m not going to claim to be any more inspirational or insightful than anyone who has contributed positive and thoughtful posts over the past 6 days. And I don’t have all of the answers. But what I do have is an idea. We all have at least one social media friend that is different than us. Maybe they worship a different God. Maybe their skin color is different. Maybe they have different political views. Maybe you speak with this individual regularly, and maybe you don’t. Reach out to that person. Ask them to meet you for coffee, lunch, adult beverages, or whatever makes sense for the two of you. Sit down with them and ask them how they feel about the challenges America is facing. Be eager to understand and slow to respond. Approach the situation with an open mind and a desire to learn. Be a great listener. Be engaged in the dialogue. Be logical. Be rationale. Be reasonable. Use common sense. If we don’t have the desire and ability to accept that our personal perspective does not mean someone else is wrong, there will be no growth. Without compassionate communication, there will be no progress. If you say you truly want equality, and you firmly believe in “liberty and justice for all”, an hour of your day is a small sacrifice. I promise I will do mine. Also, when my 17-year-old nephew visits me next week, we will have a lesson on best practices when engaging with law enforcement. Because it’s my duty. My hope is that if he does his part, the officer will do theirs. Things don’t always go as planned, but I want to set him up for an optimal level of success in that encounter. I want him to make it home. He has a loving family and his safety and health are of the upmost importance to us. All truly great movements start with the people. With that, I’m proclaiming the 2nd week in July as “National No Hate Week”. This year will be about spreading the message, so please feel free to share this if you are compelled to do so. Next year will focus on events that promote unity and togetherness. I’m sorry I didn’t make you laugh today. But at some point, I have to try to make you think. And this is that point. Mondays are usually reserved for my hatred. But not this week. This week is reserved for peace, love and healing. Change is inevitable. The kind of change is up to us.






#iHate Freeloaders and Moochers

Hate is a strong word. But I hate freeloaders and moochers. You know the ones that don’t bring anything to the party, yet they eat and drink like it’s goin’ outta style. And then got the nerve to axe for a to go plate. Here everyone else is, sacrificing time, energy and money to make sure good times are had by all.  And then you’ve got these clowns with their hand out lookin’ for free stuff. Boy, bye. Ain’t nobody got time for that. If you wanna be a part of this, you need to make a contribution. Even if it’s nominal. My momma always told me “there ain’t no sittin’ at the table if you ain’t bringin’ nothin’ to it”. I understand if times are tough. We’ve all been there. But you can come through with somethin’. A block of government cheese, condiment packets from the drive-thru, ice cubes from your freezer, a half used loaf of bread………………..somethin’. But whatever you do, make sure you don’t show up empty-handed and expect to be serviced. You got to pay like you weigh round these parts. And some of y’all thick.





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#iHate People Who Say There Are No “Good Ones” Left

Hate is a strong word. But I hate people that say there are no “good ones” left.  Let’s make sure we get one thing clear:  If you’re over 27.5 years of age, and you’re still screaming there aren’t any more good men/women available, you need to look in the mirror and realize the problem ain’t them………..it’s you. Yea, I said it. Truth hurts. Every stinkin’ time I log onto social media I see a bunch of negative Nancys and Neils yappin’ about how all men are dogs and all women are the female equivalent.  For the love of the long weekend that is coming upon us, stop it. Quit making bad decisions with regards to who you date. Stop falling for the same kind of loser. When you see the red flags, pump your brakes. And most importantly, listen to your friends when they tell you he/she ain’t no good. We don’t need your semi-weekly emotional vomiting filling up our timeline about how another one has “done you wrong”. You’re doing yourself wrong by being an idiot. Have some personal accountability. Ain’t nobody tell you to fall in love after 12 days. Enjoy being single. Do you (I mean that figuratively, not literally. Unless……..never mind). There are plenty of “good ones” out there. Shouts out to all my married people who got it right and are doing their thing.  Y’all the real MVP’s.





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#iHate Passenger-Drivers

Hate is a strong word. But I hate passenger-drivers. You know who I’m talkin’ about. The friend that wants to tell you how to drive………in yo car. Let’s make sure we’re on the same page. I pay the insurance. I put gas in the tank. I pay the car note. And any and all repair money is coming from my bank account. These things combined mean that I have full authority over what goes on in my vehicle. Meaning, I don’t need to hear your commentary on how fast I drive. I’m fully aware of the signage denoting the speed limit. I know where we’re going, so I don’t need you to navigate. I’ve got Suri if I need assistance. Don’t touch my radio. I like my music loud, unless I’m parallel parking. Yea, I see the “check engine” light is on. Don’t worry about that, it just does that sometimes. If you want vehicular control, I suggest you drive yourself next time. Because your rhetoric is neither desired nor warranted in my car.






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#iHate People that talk about how much money they have

Hate is a strong word. But I hate people that talk about how much money they have. Shut up. Don’t even sit down. You don’t deserve to be that comfortable. Just stand there and be silent. Let me go out on a limb and say I represent all of us when I say……….no one cares. Unless you’re talkin’ about puttin’ somethin’ on these bills, I literally could not care less about how much you make or what you claim to have. It doesn’t make you look cool. We’re adults. It makes you look foolish. If you wanna impress me, tell me about your charitable endeavors, or how you’re raising responsible children. But don’t come trynna tell me about your bankroll.  It does nothing for me. And a good percentage of y’all hollerin’ this and that are really bragging about the money and accomplishments of your parents. You ain’t done nothin’. Most people I know that work hard stay quiet and humble. You need to drop your high school insecurities. Those days are gone. And no matter what you say, do or buy, you can’t be retroactively cool. It don’t work like that.





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#iHate Exercising

Hate is a strong word. But I hate exercising. It aint’ as bad as eating healthy, but that son of a witch is runnin’ a close second. Now granted, I always feel accomplished and much better when I’m done, but the process itself sucks, in its entirety. Difficulty breathing, the feeling of death coming upon me, the inability to walk properly, and trouble using my arms are not conditions that make me say “yeah, that sounds like fun”. And there’s literally no good time to do it.  If I choose the morning, I’ve gotta get up at the butt crack of dawn. And I if I choose to do it after work, happy hour always sounds more appealing around 4:37. If you grew up a ballplayer, the idea of exercising without said ball is wiggity, wiggity, wiggity whack. Big shout outs to all my people running 5ks and half/full marathons. And all my lifters like Adrian Hill gettin’ their gainz in the gym. You people have something in you that will never fester in me. Y’all the real MVP’s.





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#iHate Grown Men That Wear Skinny Jeans

Hate is a strong word. But I hate grown men that wear skinny jeans. I have no problem with trends or the way these young whipper snappers dress. I’ll never be the old guy shaking his head at the next generation for their gear. Fashion changes. Get over it. But if you are above the age of 30, and you’re not in the entertainment industry, you need to stop it. You are trying entirley too hard to be cool, and the young people you’re trying to impress don’t care. In their eyes, you might as well be 50. And your peers are looking at you sideways, wondering why you haven’t grown up yet. I should not be able to count all of the change in your pocket, or see your wallet, keys and lighter clear as day.  You’re doing too much. Your movement is clearly restricted, and I honestly don’t see how you got those things on without having to lay yourself on the bed.






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#iHate Walmart

Hate is a strong word.  But I hate Walmart.  It’s a frickin’ train wreck every time I have to go there.  Every.  Single.  Time.  I try my absolute best to stay away from that Godforsaken place, but sometimes the convenience gets me.  You mean to tell me that you’ve got 3,769 registers and only 2 of them are actually open.  What the holy hell.  And the people that go there regularly.  Oh-my-lan-ta.  Bless their ever loving hearts.  It’s like an outtake of Deliverance.  And the only reason it didn’t make the cut was because the director thought no one would really believe it was that bad.  This is the richest family in America and this is the best they can do for me.  I’d almost rather let an NFL punter kick me in the man region than to have to spend more than 7.25 minutes in that place.  It’s turrible.  Like, Charles Barkley turrible. 





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#iHate Making a 2nd Trip to the Car to Get Groceries

Hate is a strong word.  But I hate having to make a 2nd trip to get groceries out of the car.  I don’t know if I’m stupid or stubborn, but ‘ll be Herbert Hoover damned if I do it.  Of all the things to be anal about, it’s ridiculous that I choose this one.  It doesn’t matter how many bags I have, what time of day it is, or what risk of injury I put myself at, all these groceries are coming with me in 1 trip.  Best believe that.  And I will use whatever body part necessary to make sure.  Hands, forearms, chest, teeth, and even my pinky are all acceptable means to hold or trap the bags for long enough for me to make it into the house.  As silly as it sounds, I relish the challenge.  Call my life boring, but I feel profoundly accomplished when I make it inside with everything intact.  Now granted, my thighs and arms are killing me.  And I can hardly breathe.  But I made it.  I won.  And that’s all that matters.  Yes, I’m fully aware that if I were to just make 2 trips I could probably do it quicker.  Trying to strategically drape bags across various parts of my body is time consuming and mentally taxing, but I don’t care.  I refuse to have my life dictated by inanimate objects.  Have there been mishaps?  Of course.  Broken eggs, crushed boxes and spilt milk to name a few.  But I ain’t cryin’ over that.  I’m a frickin’ winner.  That is, until I finally get to the front door………………..and realize my keys are still in my pocket. 








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#iHate People That Hijack Your Facebook Page

Hate is a strong word.  But I hate people that hijack your Facebook page.  You know exactly how the story goes.  You post a comment, picture, meme, etc., and they don’t agree with it.  So they decide to argue with you and everyone else that has left a remark, in a futile attempt to prove “their point”.  It almost never fails that it’s some loser that you haven’t spoken to since high school.  They have zero facts to back up anything they’ve stated.  Their grammar is almost always poor.  They generally struggle to communicate in complete sentences.  And they will swear until the cows come home that they’re right.  I seriously wonder if any of these fools are gainfully employed.  Because there’s no way in holy hell that they should have that much time on their hands.  Furthermore, no one invited you.  My post was for me and the people that feel me.  That means we don’t need your 2 cents, feedback, opinion, or anything else that requires your involvement in what we’ve going on.  So you can just go back to wherever it is you came from and kick rocks.  Ain’t nobody tryin’ to hear what you got to say.







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