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Tints are handed out to me in flashes to soothe, I’m pleasantly burned up by the spark.

Wind incites to expel the smoke from within my torch but the flames ignite and the vapors asphyxiate the waves of the air.

The universe has set me on fire and I don’t want to be put out.

The energy is generous and solicitous and effective, full of distinguishing light.

Oh what a copious adorn I blazingly wear all covered up here in the sphere.-misslatoya

 

 

Natural

Ever since I was a young child I knew that if there was something that I didn’t want within my life then the situation was not going to work out.

Only the things that I preferred and under the circumstances in which I truly desired would instances turn out favorably and long lasting to my concordance.

I was never the type of female that ever hoped to one day get married and have children. I didn’t initially yearn to be a mother, when the idea later on within young adulthood came into mind to have a child it was with the intention of being a single parent, yet I eventually changed my mind about having a baby altogether and it was the right choice for me.

If I did have a child though it definitely would have been on my own without a man involved in the picture.

I fortunately grew up in a home without my father present and that is the way I liked it as I grew up strong, confident, independent and liberated-not implying that females that are raised in homes with their father’s can’t turn out that way-it was just an advantage that served a great purpose for me.

When I was little I never wished for or thought about having a dad around and when I saw other children that parents were married or together as a couple it was a situation that I didn’t require to be in I was very content and accustomed to my family order with me and my mom.

I wasn’t alone either there were other kids like me whose mothers raised them without a father it was normal to us. I can’t speak on how they actually felt about the matter, however, everything suited me just fine.

My mother never had any problems out of me I was a good child.

One thing I hated though was when guys were attracted to me or interested in me whether their intentions were good or bad I didn’t care, I wasn’t flattered by any of the attention I was genuinely turned off by it.

And it feels so good that I don’t have to go through undesirable and unsavory individuals who use to send to me the annoying invasions of mind transference through voodoo/black magic.

They had been doing it within many ways for many years within different techniques but with the same motives and that was to bring me down to their level. Whether it was to attempt to lower my self esteem or to get me to have feelings for a man they worked hard at it and failed miserably.

These people were jealous and resentful because I’d never been hurt or dogged out by a man as so many of them had even the guys were envious and jealous of me they all figured if I was in the same predicament as they were I couldn’t or wouldn’t think that I was better than any of them.

They were also jealous and envious of my intelligence and knowledge and where I could go within life if and when the opportunity arose.

They had such a warped sense of mindset that didn’t correspond with mine in the least if they had succeeded in their designs I’d still be the person who I am today with the same mentality no man could ever break me or kill my spirit. I wasn’t built within that fashion.

If I were interested in men I’d be able to get a good man and would only deal with one that was on my level, however, I’m proudly asexual and am fulfilled and complete as a woman and an individual.

 

Happy Birthday To Me

I don’t officially celebrate my birthday yet I do acknowledge the occasion

Forty-four years ago I was born on this earth. My birthday always falls right after mother’s day.

When we are a lot younger it seems as if our life goes by kind of slow then once we get measurably older and reminisce back it kind of seems as if life ran by us so fast.

I’ve been on this planet for a very long time yet I am still considered young and it is true to a point but it is funny how when people describe being married for forty years, living in a house for forty years, owning an item for forty years and etc… It is all looked upon as being a long period of duration compared to the actual age of a person.

Nevertheless, I am very content within my life at the present moment and am proud of my age, I have no major regrets throughout my journey here, and I have a whole bunch of great memories to glance back at with a beautiful sense of nostalgia.

I love being forty-four as I feel really good inside and continue to welcome the distinct progressions that my unique experience has to offer.

Every Day Is Mother’s Day And Thanks Giving

Mother’s Day And Thanksgiving

They’re celebrated once a year on specific days yet isn’t every day a day to be thankful for something and to appreciate a good mom?

Of, course, so!

A mother’s love is priceless and cannot ever be replaced. A real mother should be celebrated everyday and within every way that is appropriate to one’s own meaningful  demonstrative expression.

One doesn’t have to actually give birth to become a mother, either, just because a woman has a baby does not automatically qualify or certify her as a genuine or capable parent.

Its about what is in the heart and mind of a person as well as their intentions and deed.

There are some that choose to adopt children which do or that do not have any biological connection to them or within their families, there are also some that take on the role of caregiver, bestowing solicitous attention to others whether personally or on a professional level.

And don’t forget many of us that are pet parents! We raise, nurture, protect, teach and adore our canines as well, the instance and position is a legitimate one.

There is so much to be grateful, thankful, or mindful of all the time even if it’s just something minor.

So to me, gratitude is a constant everlasting event to be observed and celebrated with the things and the people that truly count.

The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly

After I came home from work yesterday I ran into one of my neighbors, an Italian woman in her seventies and she mentioned how the good people constantly have to suffer while people who are full of the devil nothing ever happens to them.

Yes, those of us that are upright tend to have to go through so much within life as the diabolical seem to get by easy, chiefly when orchestrating their dirt.

The context is absolutely backwards and definitely should be the other way around.

It’s a wicked world out there as well as the principalities who reign and influence and that venture to go against our efforts yet still and all there is a light that shines upon a great deal of us good folk one that cannot be shut off by any force of the darkness.

As it on many of occasion appears in which heinous individuals get away within their vile and foul serendipity that unjustifiably flows around to them. An unfortunate course of appalling luck outrageously bestowed by demonic intervention, that rotten satanic energy.

In the “mindful eye” it is very important to recognize that the unsavory folk are actually seized, tormented, and dissolved within their own true dimensions of hell, even if they aren’t able to perceive it.

 

 

The Curse Of The Caul?

No, the caul within its attributes is non whatsoever at all or within any form a curse.

If anything, it is a privilege.

At times preternatural experiences that we go through may sometimes appear to burden us as a curse would, nevertheless, the instance is a blessing for us to nurture, respect, and appreciate.

Are Those Born With A Caul/Veil Lucky?

We all have our own unique experience but for the most part-

The answer is yes, being born with a caul/veil does bring an unusual bestowal of luck that is an ordinary advantage for one born within this fashion.

We also bring luck to others while they are around us and within our presence.

I have been very lucky and fortunate in life especially during times of ordeal.

Even when times are good the luck will make situations get better by transforming, enhancing, or supplementing chance through events and their evolving circumstances.


In general, life will not be a constant joy ride, of course, as being born with a caul/veil will not excuse us at all from the inevitable hardships of life but we sustain at higher levels, escape the certain pitfalls, and take on challenge with uncanny easement.

Ignorant Black People

There is indeed racism and a lot of prejudices and bias within society against nationality as well as gender. Too much to cover in just one post so as of now I’m just going to briefly summarize on a few related issues.

Particularly, this black people thing and how when they’re insulted by someone of another race these days it’s considered being racist but what about other black folk who think, say, and feel the same way about black people as do some of the other nationalities?

And I am not taking up for any other race or ethnicity because any group of individuals can fall into their own stereotypical category and mode of description, however, I never hear about this being expressed within the media.

I as a black female grew up at a very early age in a neighborhood that was predominately white until the black people started moving in before I was born. When I was born there were mostly blacks and some Hispanics but very few whites if any left.

Nevertheless, I went to day care and kindergarten with all different type of nationalities of children then was bust out to a school district at the age of eight to a school and neighboring area predominately populated with white people and children.

There were also Japanese, Korean, Chinese, Hebrew, a few Hispanic and a few other blacks attending to the school.

It was a totally different experience and a favorable one at that also in many ways a better experience for me that was nurturing and quite beneficial to my well-being and growth due to the high level that I was on and the mentality that I shared.

All through out my life it has been white people who had treated me very well and would help to build me up to succeed whereas it was many of the other blacks that were lower than me that pursued to tear me down.

In all honesty and I don’t care who likes it or not many blacks are what a lot of white people negatively classify them as. They are trouble, they are ignorant, and they are very undesirable as a people.

I heard it said that black people in general are not as intellectually bright unless they were mixed with a percentage of other ancestry and long before that I use to hear that from my mother as well as she would tell me that I had to have had european blood in me for me to be as bright as I was.

And I do understand how DNA works it can come from way back we don’t necessarily get or have the same genetic traits or share attributes just because we’re closely related by bloodline necessarily.

And it is true. Our family has African-American, Native American, And European bloodline and it doesn’t go far back either! It stems from immediate family to grandparents and beyond on all sides of the family and I can back it all up with proof.

And I’m tired of hearing that shit about slavery. It was the blacks that sold the other blacks as slaves.

The ignorant trashy blacks they sold to the caucasian folk because they weren’t of any value or worth to them. The black folk of substance who were beneficial and capable of being doctors and of other valuable asset and so on, they kept.

Many don’t even know true history.

 

 

 

 

Inside Out

As a African-American female I’ve never in my life felt intimidated by or inferior to any other race or to any male.

If anything, I’ve felt the complete opposite.

I have a self-confidence and self-esteem that is rooted from deep within and my self value and self-worth is not defined by anyone else’s perception or misconception of me or who I am as an individual.

I am grounded within spirit as there has most definitely been something intangible watching out for me, caring for me, loving me and just awe-inspiring me, while the accommodation remained steady to follow through out my journey here in this life.

The state of being informed, guided, directed and protected stems from an innate condition yielded by destiny yet decided by fate which both in the same provides a total difference.

I am a human being before I am female. I am female before I am African-American. I am African-American genetically dressed in  multiple ethnical flavors of culture as a decorated adornment of my soul/spirit.

 

 

 

 

 

Loner

There are people who wanted to come into my life and be around me but I didn’t want to be bothered with them at all. I was civil, however, I didn’t want to be their friend or to maintain any connection to them.

Some people I just don’t like and I don’t have the patience or tolerance to make allowances.

Those that I’m compatible with intellectually and/or personality wise who I easily get along with and have great communication and rapport with keep in contact and then we go our separate ways.

I prefer intervals rather than to constant association periodic encounters suit me just fine.

I deal with and come into contact with many people through work and local travel yet I have no desire to develop a personal relationship with anyone.

I love being a loner it brings to me satisfaction.

I don’t need to be among a crowd of others to have fun or to have a really good time. I don’t need to lean on others for advice or support.

I’ve always been this way and this mode of life has been fulfilling to me under my circumstances as an individual with preternatural nature and unconventional outlooks.

To each his or her own and I’m certainly doing my own terms within my own way.

The “B” And “N” Word

The word bitch seems to literally touch some people in the wrong spot. The term upsets, distresses, and agitates them.

The word Bitch gets these people highly emotional and from what I’ve seen I think the response is quite ridiculous.

I never understood why so many women get riled up over the word “Bitch”.

It’s just a word that has no significant value.

Just as the word “Nigger”, individuals place so much emphasis on words that are totally without meaning, even if people base their own feelings of what they believe or define when they assert their expressions.

Many of these name calling terms have been constantly used so much within society that they just subconsciously become a repetitive habit-forming part of some people’s vocabulary.

Getting hurt or offended over these names are self-inspired.

It’s as if our society groomed and programmed individuals to become conditioned (brainwashed) to react and be affected in order to cause influence within their personal attitudes.

What is offensive to me is when one expects that I should or would get bothered by being called a bitch or a nigger.

Nevertheless, everyone doesn’t think like me.

When I use the word bitch it’s just particularly said on impulse and/or mode. So if anyone calls me a bitch it goes through one ear and out the other.

 

 

 

Go Figure

When the past comes to reflect without intent there are messages to take notice of that hint to certain information relevant to the present.

As I look at my present where what shines on me are those who share the brightness of my light.

When I look back at the darkness where there are the undesirables that came to surround me to hover and to create a permanent shadow.

In the distant past:

A female named Cherilyn Festus I had met when I was about ten she was fifteen and had moved on my block. Already Cherilyn had a reputation for sucking penis. Her nickname was “Head Hunter”.

Cherilyn’s breath smelled real bad even when she returned back to the neighborhood years later to shack up with a Jamaican guy on the block who’d constantly disrespect her and who she financially supported with the money she’d gotten through financial aid and an inheritance, I think.

Her so-called friends would use her and take advantage of her for her credit card and the little bit of money that she had.

She was supposed to be going to school to become an accountant instead she ended up with no job, no home, and a african man who she shacked up with in order to keep him in the country before he dumped her whoring bummy ass.

(The Jamaican guy before the African had been cheating on Cherilyn the entire time they were together and had a child just as old as the relationship between them that she didn’t know about and moved the mother of the children into his home not too long after Cherilyn moved out).

The recent past:

A lady that I worked with four years ago that actually was a client of mine as she suffered from depression went by the name of Rose.

Rose was the exact same age as me at the time which was forty-one. She had a twenty-one year old daughter, an eighteen year old son, an eighteen month old daughter, and a newborn daughter that was a week old.

The ex husband of her first two children came by the house where she lived asking her for money to support his new wife or girlfriend with.

Rose’s present husband had disrespected her and her oldest daughter in front of me more than once and acknowledged while I was there that her and her daughter both love babies and sex.

This husband of Rose’s had a woman on the side who was the aunt of her oldest daughter’s boyfriend’s ex girlfriend who’d both the husband and the boyfriend would visit together.

Oh, and I forgot to mention that her daughter was six or seven months pregnant.

The husband told me himself directly in front of her that he wanted the one year old child that they shared together but that he didn’t want the newborn.

“So you don’t love her?” Rose had asked.

There was a lot more going on and to this story as the couple constantly fought, too much to write about, and how she was being used and taken advantage of by her own stupidity.

What I had gotten was a close up view of looking through the unfortunate lives of these others that believe it or not thought their shit didn’t stink.

Yet people like me who’d never ended up in situations like these and more, and would never think to as that lifestyle and way of mentality was never in the cards, are discarded as the ones to look down on just because we never got fucked up.

 

 

 

 

 

Choices

There was this Haitian chick that tried to start an argument with me in the elevator as we escorted/transported elderly residents to and from their rooms to the dining area when I worked as a private companion for a lady resident at the Bristal assisted living facility in North Hills a couple of years ago.

I told her how ugly she was and to take off her weave and make up, and she couldn’t handle it. My words had bothered her for a good three weeks before she eventually let go of what she initiated to begin with.

I don’t understand why women or girls with low self-esteem dish out nonsense that they cannot take back in return. They need to keep their mouth shut and stop being petty toward other confident women that they don’t personally know and that aren’t bothering them.

Some of these females act worse than children.

Another young Caribbean girl who also worked there caught wind of what went on during my scoff at the other woman.

“We’re immigrants”, she said.

“Why don’t you go become a doctor?” She also addressed to me, in response to her hearing that I specifically mentioned to the one in the elevator “I’m american, this is my country”.

The way I took her words was that I was born here in this country of the united states and that I have every opportunity in the world to take advantage of becoming what I wanted compared to them having to struggle and make do within the field that they were in.

Yes, it’s true If I really wanted to be a doctor or even a lawyer I genuinely could have been those things, however, my heart wasn’t in it. I had no interest in those fields.

Also, even though there are a different type of physicians and different type of attorneys when one is a doctor there is an obligation to serve and to take care of every patient in need of emergency care or help unless maybe one sets up a private practice of their very own.

For the most part I wouldn’t want to help everyone and I’d never forgive myself if I saved a piece of trashes life.

As far as the law goes I would be darn good at legal representation, debating, standing up and fighting for what I believe in to make a change, and for adhering to what is right according to what I agree with.

Nevertheless, I don’t agree with the certain laws of the land and the way the judicial system operates.

 

Ill By Nature

Does stupidity rule?

Why is what is average considered normal within human nature just because society caters to their own description of a perceived common familiarity.

While many are born sick already through genetics or by chance, with the decades of the drug epidemic and the illegal use of drugs that many consume like the air that they breathe up these days they considerably add to the problem, breeding a new ground of dysfunction.

There are a lot of sick people in the world and they’re getting sicker by the day and at various stages and various degrees.

As a society that is willfully unreasonable against the reasonable mental illness among many seems to be the norm. People are walking around with mental illness who haven’t been diagnosed.

Has it officially come to be that insanity is classified as sanity in an insane world?

Mental illness is a serious problem and one that even the doctors cannot control.

Sufferers are prescribed drugs (even some young children are on prozac) but often times the medications do not work or are not effective enough.

When individuals come down with serious physical conditions of illness often times the worst possible outcome could foreshadow immobility (paralysis/incapacitation) or a death.

In the case of the mentally ill the situation could get so bad that death is a condition that may be actually wished upon the sufferer.

Even though these people are sick and not always responsible for or in control of their unfortunate mental affliction and/or behavior individuals within this category sometimes bring about trouble and instead of developing a sympathetic or humane approach toward them it promotes a reaction of contempt.

Of course, not everyone who suffers from mental illness is annoying, miserable or dangerous as there are so-called normal/mentally healthy people who are notoriously this way and cause a great response of aversion within many.

In the fashion that government and societal resource accommodate the drug users and abusers and ill-bred the world is launching down the welcome mat and inspiring a new generation of nuts.

Midge And Moose

As I’ve written years ago a few times I was enveloped in the comic world of Riverdale and it’s comical and entertaining fictional characters.

Archie’s comics were a great and occupying part of my childhood and also part of my adulthood as I still buy/order, read and enjoy them today.

I’ve never watched the modern television show/series that is on nowadays on WPIX channel eleven as I have no interest in the drama.

It’s the old classical style comics that hold my interest and one particular one that I remember as a child was a sketch about Moose Mason and Midge Klump.

Midge had went away on vacation and she spoke with Moose over the phone, I think she was on the phone with him because it was so long ago and I’ve read so much stuff through out the years, anyway when Midge talked to Moose she told him to send her a wire (meaning a letter).

When he actually did mail a envelope out to her at her location it literally was a metal wire that was included inside and Midge was dumbfounded.

It was so cutely funny to me and I thought that it was just part of the writer’s creative imagination as I didn’t assume anyone could be that idiotic even though Moose’s character was always kind of slow always saying “Duh” before he spoke and all.

I found out as I got older that I was wrong.

A guy that was in his sixties use to come by my house from time to time when I was in my twenties. He couldn’t read and he was ignorant. I’m not saying that he was ignorant because he couldn’t read he was just the type that was lacking knowledge in general and wasn’t able to rise above it due to his mentality and lifestyle.

Nevertheless, we got on the subject of hereditary. And I was saying that my genes were a little different than one of my other relatives because we didn’t have the same parental bloodline.

So he stopped me while I was in the middle of explaining and uttered out to me, “Hey cool” (how he referenced me). “Now, what a pair of pants got to do with this?”

This guy didn’t know the difference of definition between genes and jeans. He didn’t even know there were two different words just with the same sound.

Right then and there I had remembered that sketch and I hollered inside now understanding just how real art imitated life to that ludicrous degree.

When I told a few people about it back then they laughed and they were like “He’s that dumb”. And I was like “Yeah”.

 

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Spotlight Posts

Oldies But Goodies

I just love those old black and white movies from the 1940’s on up there are so many and too many to mention but just to name a very small few such as Mildred Pierce and Straight-Jacket with Joan Crawford.

Dark Passage, In A Lonely place, and They Drive By Night with Humphrey Bogart.

Framed, The Big Heat and Gilda with Glen Ford.

Sorry Wrong Number with Barbara Stanwyck.

The movies and stars are countless as the list goes on and on I’ve been watching these flicks since I was a teen and am loving the ones that I didn’t get a chance to see back then now as every week I get to view those suspenseful noir.

A lot of these classics hold up today and are not corny many were ahead of their time, especially Alfred Hitchcock and his old entertaining series, along with One Step Beyond and Rod Sterling’s The Twilight Zone.

I also loved the private detective and cop series 77 Sunset Strip and Decoy. Whether these old classics were films or television shows from the past either in black and white or in color they are phenomenal to watch and enjoy still!

 

Out For Lunch

For the first time this year I was able to take off my jacket and sweater for the nice weather yesterday as I went out to shop and eat. I won’t do it again, though, until the weather can be trusted because as usual today is cloudy and breezy, and who knows what tomorrow the unpredictable forecast will bring there is too constant a shift within the weather everyday.

Yesterday was just pleasant, regardless, and I spent the majority of it with the enjoyment outdoors.

I don’t eat out too often at restaurants as I use to (because preparing and cooking meals at home is much healthier and sanitary you definitely know the ingredients that is being inserted into your own food by your own hands) aside from the exception of from time to time buying food from the hot bar at Whole Foods.

A little after twelve p.m. we (a relative and I) entered into the restaurant in which we chose and ordered our lunch.

She had her lobster pizza (that is all that she wanted aside from her water and non alcoholic fruit drink), I had three baked potatoes, an order of fries, steamed broccoli, two fried pieces of flounder, some fried clams, and some fried scallions. I didn’t eat the fried shrimp that I had ordered because when I had bit into one of them It tasted like eggs were mixed into the coated batter and that butter had been sautéed into the preparation. I don’t eat dairy.

I stick to my natural vegetarian/vegan diet. It’s just once in a while or rarely that I go the pollo pescatarian route (one that absolutely does not eat any red meat or pork on a vegetarian diet modified enabling the consumption of seafood and poultry) and eat a little shrimp, fish, chicken or turkey.

Afterwards, we headed on home and I did some grocery shopping.

 

 

Inspired

It’s spring yet the weather here in New York doesn’t know what it wants to do so I still dress warm hoping eventually we’ll get some pleasant steady temperature that is more aligned into the season.

We may not even have much of a summer if this keeps up.

One day it’s a little nice out the next it’s back to feeling like the winter or fall.

Nevertheless, I keep myself occupied and when I have free time I write as I am back into the mode right now.

Spirit even motivated me to create another blog, my health and food blog that expresses and promotes wellness.(https://authenticexpression.food.blog/)

“Screwed Up Priorities!” (Politicians use Jussie Smollett, while a 1-year-old boy shot in the head is set aside)

I agree with this article one hundred percent!

The attention being deterred and neglected by authorities, politicians, media and so on within the investigations over an innocent child/baby and or the other serious cases within our society to primarily focus on someone else because of their celebrity or social status.

And upon shit within not looking into the genuine validity.-latoya lawrence

 

 

John KassContact ReporterChicago Tribune(https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.chicagotribune.com/news/columnists/kass/ct-met-jussie-smollett-kass-20190219-story,amp.html)

News Columnists  John Kass

Column:

Politicians use Jussie Smollett, while a 1-year-old boy shot in the head is set aside

After actor Jussie Smollett, said he was attacked by pro-Trump racists, over 20 detectives were assigned to check out the story. (Richard Shotwell/Invision/AP)

John KassContact ReporterChicago Tribune

Something important has been lost in the embarrassing saga of Jussie Smollett, the tuna fish sandwich-loving actor and anti-Trump activist, and those muscular Nigerian brothers.

And I suppose it’s easy to lose what’s important with all the panic and intersectional hatred and liberal identity politics gone bad in this Smollett story.

What’s been lost is this:

I’m told that two dozen detectives were assigned to the Smollett case.

Can Chicago afford that, what with all the unsolved murders and shootings in this town?

No.

There were some 18 people killed in Chicago after Smollett began telling his story in late January, that story in which he cast himself as the hero, about having to fight off pro-Trump racists.

Now it turns out that the pro-Trump racists, who he says put a noose around his neck, may actually be his friends, two muscular Nigerian brothers who may or may not have been paid in this deal.

Either way, his story is he fought them off. Even though he had a cellphone in one hand, a tuna sandwich in the other.

Smollett must be a certified badass. His sandwich survived.

But two dozen detectives assigned to check out his story that he was a victim of a politically inspired pro-Trump hate crime, a story that is unraveling by the second?

Even in Chicago, a city known for its unending violence and political corruption, assigning two dozen detectives seems a bit overdone.

I could go with a lower number — say 20 detectives — given to me by someone who knows.

But that’s still high given all the homicides that are never solved.

Chicago has an abysmal homicide clearance rate of about 17 percent. Chicago’s detective ranks have been decimated by attrition and idiotic shortsighted political management. There aren’t enough detectives. That’s an issue in the mayoral campaign.

Thousands of people have been murdered in Chicago over the past few years, and thousands and thousands more have been shot and survived.

They’re alive because of the wonders of trauma center technology and the brilliance of ER doctors, and the hard work of Chicago Fire Department paramedics.

Even so, the city is numb to physical violence on the street. And numb to the emotional violence exerted by the political class.

But two dozen detectives for Smollett just doesn’t seem right. Make no mistake. I’m not blaming the detectives, or the Chicago Police Department.

They work for a politician. His name is Mayor Rahm Emanuel, who famously announced a few years ago that a crisis is a terrible thing to waste.

And when Smollett told his amazing story, about being a black gay man attacked by racist Trump supporters on one of the coldest nights of the year, the media was all over it. National politicians were all over it.

They bought it without question.

“This was an attempted modern-day lynching,” tweeted Democratic presidential candidate Sen. Kamala Harris of California. “No one should ever have to fear for their life because of their sexuality or color of their skin. We must confront this hate.”

Sen. Cory Booker, the New Jersey Democrat, issued a similar tweet, although it saddened me that his mythical friend, the dangerous drug dealer T-Bone, had nothing to say.

But other Democrats fell in line. And CNN and many who earn their livings in the Washington-New York liberal media echo chamber rushed to judgment. So did a few in Chicago, but Chicago reporters had more healthy skepticism than their national counterparts.

It was a perfect anti-Trump story. It fit the prevailing narrative of many in the media (who are themselves liberal Democrats) that Trump supporters are racist and just itching to find some minorities to beat up.

Just a few weeks ago, the same media and Twitter mob descended upon those Covington High School boys and blamed them for race hatred in front of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington.

It turned out the boys were innocent. But the social justice warriors of the left shrugged and moved on, looking for the next story with which to portray America as a hateful nation — because it fits their politics — and some found it in Smollett.

For a list of media examples, you might want to go to Mediaite and the article “Did the Media Jump the Gun on the Jussie Smollett Story?” by Caleb Howe.

Or you might consider CNN anchor Brooke Baldwin. She looked into the camera, and sighed, and her sigh was full of her politics.

“This is America in 2019,” she said.

We get it, Brooke. We’re terrible. Donald Trump is the president, and everything’s gone to hell.

There’s nothing new there. Trump is a political-lightning-rod president, inspiring irrational hate in some and irrational adoration in others and most likely both groups are tribal and wrong.

But America isn’t a hateful nation. America is the least hateful nation, and the best hope of humankind on Earth.

A few weeks ago, after Smollett began telling his tale — in which he’s the hero fighting oppression and hatred — a 1-year-old child was shot in the head.

It looked like a street gang may have been targeting his mother. She’s been shot before. The child, Dejon Irving, is on life support.

I don’t think there were two dozen detectives assigned to Dejon Irving’s case. But he’s not a star to be used by politicians in pursuit of power. He’s not a symbol.

Politicians don’t tweet his name. He’s just a little boy from Chicago, shot in the head.

Listen to “The Chicago Way” podcast with John Kass and Jeff Carlin — at www.wgnradio.com/category/wgn-plus/thechicagoway.

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Karma Can Be So Sweet!

This past Friday on January 25, 2019 I was out in the field doing a ten hour fill in shift at the Brandywine assisted living facility located in queens (which is an undesirable place to work as it is kind of torn down in my opinion compared to the more luxurious facilities that I have continuously worked at) and ran into a knucklehead that use to work in the same department as I did when I worked at Sears seven years ago.

I don’t remember the correct spelling of her name but to give the closest examples of it “Madulla”, “Madrulla” or “Mahudrulla” something to the style of that but everyone called her Liz and I worked at Sears before she had come along as she had against the rules got the job there because she was dating and screwing the team lead manager of our department. She never did any real work, however, she use to follow along with bullshit in trying to harass me with false made up rumors due to ignorance and jealousy.

Well, this dumb tramp happened to be working at Brandywine and called my name when she saw me as I ignored security whom didn’t want me to enter the dining room to attend to a client while I was wearing gloves.

When I returned to the lobby I told Liz “You have the nerve to call my name after all of the stupid shit that you use to do at Sears?”

I told her to talk all of that shit now! I told her that I’d beat her ass. I told her that she was a bitch and a slut and to step to me outside!

All Liz did was keep quiet and put her head down.

People with a lot of dirt on them like to do dirt to others who haven’t done anything and that haven’t done anything to them in attempts to bring them down out of envy and because they get intimidated-the bitch didn’t even know me-then they think it is all suppose to be forgotten about.

Don’t fuck with me and then get friendly I don’t care how long ago it is or was.

I kept cool back then because I knew the certain ones that took part in that nonsense were sick, jealous, and beneath me and, they weren’t worth losing my job over by retaliating verbally or physically as they were looking for responses from me anyway as in their warped mentality they probably would have thought they were getting to me but they weren’t.

I’m just a passionate person that is full of fire born under the sign of the bull (Taurus zodiac) and I don’t take any shit from anybody especially worthless trash.

The energy around me serenaded my actions as I was justified and glorified-this opportunity was meant to take place. I hate that stinking cunt!

 

Blessed

Another new year is about to come in and things are going my way and working in my favor as I continue to elevate and advance even further mentally and spiritually as usual as I was always ahead of my time.

When I look back at how all the jealous people had tried to interfere and bring me down within my life since childhood on up with lies, mind games, manipulations, black magic/voodoo/witchcraft and so on I just don’t understand why they all wasted their time yet one cannot explain logic and reason to deeply sick and disturbed individuals that redefine the true meaning of what being morbidly twisted actually represents.

They couldn’t take away my self-love, they couldn’t take away my high self-esteem, they couldn’t take away my intelligence, they couldn’t take away my strength, they couldn’t take away my confidence, they couldn’t take away my gifts and talents so what was the purpose?

They also definitely couldn’t take away the intense and genuine love, protection, respect, distinction and blessings that surround within my energetic field as they so desperately wanted that beauty and wellness for themselves but would never receive such an honor as the privilege and specialness was never meant for those of an inadequate and degenerate nature.

I was never happy within the way the world is and I never will be as I am not and never will be a part of this world.

I continue to want no part of it but I am so happy with my self and genuinely have so much love, peace, and security that steadfastly resides from within.

I am ever so grateful to the universe for being on point and constantly delivering I have faith in what to expect due to the loyalty though I never take anything for granted as I accept appreciatively.

What is around me you never cease to amaze me, truly awesome! – latoya lawrence

Movie: Hereditary

I went to the movies earlier this afternoon and viewed the horror film titled “Hereditary”. I knew that the movie was going to be good after seeing the coming attractions last month when I went to see another film.

I had been wanting to see a good chiller film and this was indeed one of them and one for those that could get into it and understand the storyline and occult twists that are brought to a spooky head during the conclusion.

It was a very well designed horror flick and one with an ending that was hauntingly authentic within it’s creativity and one that would make me want to stay clear away from anything associated with the devil.

The film’s depth centered around other deeper issues other than the supernatural even though that aspect figured prominently, however, that tree house scene was eerie and so realistic to a satanic worship “feel” that I’d never want to indulge in.

Movie deserves all the entertainingly thrilling hype!

 

Loathe And Despise

My mother listens to the radio station from time to time in the morning and Steve Harvey comes on, always running his mouth and talking about God. This man has done so much dirt within his life and has the nerve to give advice and continues on to express his corny and ineffective opinions and unrealistic soliloquies.

Today he mentioned the subject of hatred and how time consuming that it is to hate and about people that write on blogs expressing the hate that they feel as they talk about other people and things.

While I do understand that there are plenty that have and that have had negative things to say about him online and plenty in general that write about or that mention their dislike of others publicly as well as privately it definitely is not time consuming or a waste of energy.

Anger and hatred Is healthy and normal it is just how the anger and hatred is handled depending on circumstance.

And I myself am not talking about speaking petty nonsense or unjustifiable lies as so many unfortunately do I’m talking about the power of truth and self expression.

One thing that is pathetic-and that is the ignorant mind-people need to just speak for themselves and stop placing their insecurities and personal notions and generalizations as a universal truth because it is indeed not.

I’ve heard those that are on a particular level in the past go around saying how they may have went hating certain people for years, inferring that the object of their contempt wasn’t always aware of their disdain or that while they were resenting that individual they on the other hand were going on with their lives smiling and cheerful or whatever, making them feel stupid or defeated and that may be the case with some people but so what?

What does that signify? Abosolutely nothing! It all depends on an individual’s own mentality as to why they feel the way they do and how it benefits or doesn’t benefit them. Everyone doesn’t see things within the same view and everyone doesn’t feel and experience within the same outcome.

There are people that hate me out of their own envy and jealousy and because I am a strong and intelligent person that doesn’t care or for whatever else and I don’t give a fuck.

Hatred is not a burden or a negativity for everyone. Hatred is no different than love as it is just a description of a feeling it is just that acting on hatred can produce what others view as negative incidents or results and some are fearful of that.

However, no one ever really complains too much when someone does a nice gesture out of love. Why isn’t that considered time consuming and a waste of time and energy especially when the one on the receiving end doesn’t care or isn’t appreciative?

People have liked, loved, and cared for me and I wasn’t touched or moved by it. I didn’t like, love, or care about them or have any consideration for their feelings because I didn’t take to them within that way whether it was just friendly or amorously by hopeful aquaintances, associates, or even relatives.

So all that I am saying is that every one that hates does not go around miserable everyday or every second dwelling and pondering over and about who they don’t like and we don’t care whether they are aware of it or not (It’s not a psychological competition it is just a natural feeling of intense dislike for another for whatever personal or general reason), in fact, we hate who we hate like what we like and genuinely enjoy ourselves as we go on and live our daily lives.

 

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A Caulbearer's Journey Of Wisdom And Enlightenment

When I was a kid I remember hearing the notion of how we as people chose our parents/families and so on (such as also knowing and having to undergo situations and circumstances that we’d accepted through whatever mission, plan and/or celestial fulfillment and event) before we came into the world. Yet once we were born we no longer had any recollection of the incident.

However, I’ve often said that I’d never had agreed to come into this world the way that it is governed, the way that certain nature is derived and established, the way things occur, the way we have to live and cohabitate with other individuals that shouldn’t even exist to begin with and etc…

And if I in fact did ever agree to this I have said that then I had to have been tricked as to what was actually going to be.

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Mother’s Day/My Birthday

My birthday fell on Mother’s day this year as I turned forty-three last Sunday and I spent the day at the movies with my mother since she planned earlier within that week for us to go see the thriller “Breaking In” starring Gabrielle Union.

The film was of very good quality with plenty of action, fantastic movie!

 

Avengers:Infinity War

It’s after one in the morning and I just got back from the movies.

I wanted to see one of the early evening premiere showings around seven, however, they were all sold out.

One theater was sold out for the entire weekend fortunately I was able to order in advance for a later showing tonight and the Avengers was really good, so full of action and great special effects, I especially loved the scenes of the fictional place in Wakanda where some of the Black Panther characters reprised their roles and collaborated/joined in battle with the other super heroes.

The entire film and cast did wonderful, Robert Downey Jr. looked good, I liked spiderman’s scenes along with the Captain America crew and much more.

The beginning of the film is entertaining as well, loved the scenes that was referred to as New York location they started off with action and such creative talent and imagination.

 

 

 

Hone One’s Own

Symptoms Of Voodoo/Black Magic by misslatoya

Keirria

In reply to misslatoya

 

I believe one of my fiancés female friends put voodoo on our relationships. I have been cut off from the dream world but because I am part psychic myself I can still get little parts of warnings that voodoo have been done by a jealous female and she keeps coming around to see how much damage her work have done. I have small kids and don’t want them to continue to witness this and have my body to continue going through the things she makes both me and him do to each other. I love my family deeply and hate that we ran in to this evil person and we are very good people. can you help us please or tell me what I must do . People will do a reading a see what I see but want help us with out money and that is something that is limited to us because f this jealous person. I feel so sad and hurt I could cry but my high self Is in tune so now I am ready for war with what ever raft this is this person sunt to my family. Peale help a kind hearted soul person and give me some advise to beat this evil ….I don’t want to be evil back just some good kind please . thank you kindly oh and the person have my school picture. They stole it out my car one day I just don’t know who it is or why.

 

In reply to Keirria.

You know, I never ever got to the point of feeling sad or hurt when my enemies came after me with voodoo/black magic or anything else. They could never hurt me mentally or emotionally with their words or actions.

From what I’ve learned through their ignorance is that they try to hurt others with the things that would hurt or bother them.

They were oblivious to the fact that there is a world full of people out there that are on different levels and with different mentalities.

What effects some or most will not at all effect certain others.

They didn’t seem to understand the distinction within individuality, they didn’t have the knowledge or experience to step out of their zones to adapt to the facts and realities of the diversity of life they were only familiar with the limitations and generalizations that they were use to.

And what I had to realize is that everyone wasn’t as emotionless and unaffected as I was.

So I didn’t feel any hurt but I felt anger and contempt because I knew what my enemies were about and what they were doing and what they had done to other good people and I am a good person though I do have a violent temper when I am provoked and I am vengeful, it is within my nature, when people do me wrong I fight back viciously.

So I may not be the person for you to come to because I have the gift of clairvoyance and the foundations of my own spirituality and view a lot of things from an unconventional perspective.

Just like other things in life voodoo/black magic has to also do with the mind as well as spiritual and physical and emotional and it all depends on how one’s mind works when it comes to defeating it. How you view things, what you believe in and etc… You have to be stronger than the negativity and if and when what is worked on you is the opposite of your true nature or desires it backfires making it easier to combat.

My passionate fiery side along with my spirituality enabled me to beat and further prevent these evil spells.

You as a person with some psychic ability as you have claimed say you are aware of what is going on around you but you should find your own path and solution that is befitting to you through meditation and divination.

A person of true ability is protected and guided by spirit. They’d already know to listen to their inner voice of wisdom that leads them to truth. You shouldn’t go to outside sources you wouldn’t need to. You should know if you really have a gift.

Information comes to people with extra sensory perception naturally and automatically through energy.

Cathy Barge

Symptoms Of Voodoo/Black Magic by misslatoya

 

PJ said 1 hour ago 
This Cathy you’re talking about is she from whitestone, ny?

misslatoya  said 16 minutes ago

Yeah, this Cathy Barge is indeed from Whitestone, NY. She is short and dumpy and she wears black-rim glasses she is ugly in the face and she looks whipped.

I mean I am going to be forty-three years old next month and I look young and innocent with a pretty complexion and the cute little body/figure of a pre-teen or little girl even-not saying that’s a standard or everyone’s preference-I’ve just taken care of myself and lived a clean lifestyle and it shows.

Cathy is a wicked, miserable, envious bitch and it is written all over her essence.

She has an obvious mental problem and she had the nerve to claim that she has a degree of some sort in relation to a social worker. The last thing the world needs is another nut out there that is ignorant and that thinks that they can use a position that they are not really qualified for to psychologically manipulate
vulnerable individuals who wouldn’t know any better.

Fortunately there are people like me and others out there that are actually of substance, value, intellect, knowledge and spiritual elevation that are able to reach genuinely high achievements and use them productively.

 

 

 

  

 

The Return Of Saints And Sinners

Just got finished watching the premiere episode for the third season of Saints And Sinners on Bounce TV.

I’ve been waiting for the longest for its return as the first two seasons were excitingly interesting and tonight’s continuation was just as engrossing, not one boring moment.

The show is a attention grasping delight that keeps one wanting more thrill and suspense and as art imitates life the show boldy and realistically delves into just how dirty and scandalous ruthless people are and how they can be.

I anticipate the future episodes with confidence knowing that the storylines won’t disappoint as they just get even more intriguing. I know the rest is going to be good!

I just wish the seasonal episodes lasted a little longer they go so quickly but that’s how it goes when stuff like that is hot and juicy.

Cathy

My accurate premonition came to be rather swiftly as “I hit the nail on the head” as usual.

Cathy/Catherine Barge the bitch that I wrote about here (https://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2018/03/29/i-catch-them-every-time/)   came into work Wednesday morning on April 4, 2018 and called me “A stupid bitch” in an attempt to provoke me while proceeding on with a lie to use against me in a malicious effort to try to get me fired from my job.

Cathy called up the agency stating that the lady that we work for was on the floor crawling after falling off the bed. Number one, I had just checked in on the lady and she was asleep. Number two, the lady lays on a mattress that leans straight up against the floor she’s not balanced on any type of railing it would’ve been impossible for her to fall out of a bed that is actually right near floor level. And the woman is not any type of invalid.

If the lady really rolled to the floor shouldn’t Cathy had rushed to her aid to help her up instead of coming toward my direction to start a fight?

Cathy couldn’t even get her lies straight she hadn’t planned the treacherous incident very well (What set her off is that she saw a fresh cup of coffee sitting on the floor by the lady a cup of coffee that she was suppose to make. Me fixing the lady a cup of coffee that she asked for interrupted Cathy’s obsessive compulsive tendencies and she just blew the fuck up. If she’d known that was actually the third cup of coffee that I’d made for the lady Cathy really would have flipped her lid) I said to myself this sick, lying, jealous bitch.

I went into the lady’s bedroom who had awoke and that was now sitting up on the bed and acknowledged to her the lie that Cathy had just told because she didn’t know what was going on as she had just waken up.

“Don’t argue back with her” the woman told me. “I like the both of you”.

Cathy is on the phone with the agency telling them “She’s crazy, I told you she was crazy!”

And what had I done? Absolutely nothing!

Cathy told me that I was jealous of her because she is white and “under privileged”. Did she realize what she was saying?

She also told me that I speak illiterate (I’ve never ever heard that one before) and that I am skinny with bad skin. I had to laugh inside at this neurotic psychopathic bitch she had told on herself in so many ways.

Cathy is very jealous of me as well as others I doubt that I am the only one and of the way in how I carry myself. She is high strung and extremely insecure. She is intimidated by the fact that I am a very intelligent and attractive female of color (black/African american) that doesn’t fit into the negative stereotypes that many prejudice other races perceive that we should be or classify us as.

Whoever used her to come after me- because I know she is a part of a link from my sick and jealous enemies- knew that she was stupid.

Cathy is nothing but a low scale piece of trash that cannot deal with the fact that I exceed her within character and mentality she is nowhere near the high level that I am on even though that she is a white italian that probably needs to believe that she is superior especially over a black American person who just couldn’t be exceptional as a lot of us truly are.

Well, I didn’t get fired and Cathy was livid I could feel all of her negative energy directly in the pit of my stomach. Since she didn’t get over with her lies I bet at her next attempt among others she will try to turn the lady that we work for against me.

I don’t care I go to work to do my job and will continue to keep everything professional without feeding into anything I refuse to even mention Cathy because she has nothing to do with me yet if she keeps mentioning me to start conflict that is totally on her.

Cathy/Catherine Barge is so pitiful, predictable and transparent.

The devil is always busy and his flunkies are running as hot as the hell that they are all scheduled to burn in within due time. Us good folk have nothing to worry about our further blessings are on the way.

We reign as the darkness will never overpower the light.

 

 

 

A Classic

As a youngster I had the durable Barbie townhouse that included an elevator that rode my dolls up and down the floors of their multiple shared home.

When my mother was a youngster she had the original Barbie dream house which wonderfully and temporarily came back on the market through Mattel.

The item was priced at 100.00 which in my opinion is a reasonable amount for a top quality 1962 reproduction that includes a version of the vintage Barbie doll.

My mother had shared with me years ago the details of the fun she had playing with the dream house that was made of thick strong cardboard and that folded into a suitcase for convenient storage.

Now I actually get to experience a piece of that nostalgia for a collector’s item as I anticipated purchasing me the classic “Barbie Dream House” from the online Mattel website after discovering its availability last year.

When I recently went to finally buy the product from Mattel the item no longer was available luckily I was able to order the 1962 Dream house from Toys R Us online website and it will be arriving to my home within a few days!

The product is also available at Wal-Mart online for  $99.99

 

 

 

Acrimony/Black Panther

I just got home I’ve been gone all day as soon as I got off work earlier I came to get my mother and we both went to the movie theater.

First we saw Tyler Perry’s Acrimony which was very good and entertaining it was full of thrill and suspense then right after as I bought the movie tickets in advance we went in to see Black Panther which was fantastic and action packed! It was well worth all of the hype and praise!

We had such a lovely time and so much fun both movies were totally awesome!

I Catch Them Every Time

By nature I am extremely alert and very intuitive.

I can feel the negativity as I have another jealous bitch on my job. I am so sick and tired of jealous and envious people.

I love being by myself and surrounded just by my loved ones.

When I came into work this past Monday I picked up on her ( the co worker) discontent she had been out for about two weeks and just returned back this week.

She is disappointed because I do so well at my occupation and it is all so silly to me she should just come to work to do her job and not to compete and be worried about me (but that is what trash does when they can’t intimidate, control you, or can’t get you to join in with them they gang up to do underhanded shit).

I am professional and courteous yet I don’t come to work to make friends but to sufficiently accomplish my duties and get paid.

I don’ t give a fuck about her and her shady ways yet I know that I have to watch her because she’s not pleased at how well I get along with the lady that we work for.

Jealous people always like to find fault or flaws that are not actually there within us they endeavor to call us the opposite of what we are not wanting to accept our capabilities and attributes because we are reminders of the success stories that they will never come to be. And they can’t deal with the fact that we don’t like their kind, have no genuine respect for them and don’t want to be bothered with them as they are undesirable.

Jealous and envious people hate to see us do well and will do everything within their power to cause trouble.

They resent me because I tell the truth, fiercely hate them, and because I can see them for what they really are among other things.

I’m always aware yet I never worry or fret because they all get caught up within the grips of their own rope. They hurt no one but themselves as my success and happiness causes them such heartache and distress.

I leave it all in the hands of the universe and I have not yet been disappointed.

It’s just pathetic that they can’t move on with their lives but, that is just it, either they have no lives or they’ve long time ago fucked up their life.