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  • Politics Is Like Hiring A Hitman
    by Scott Woods inPolitical on2020-08-13

    For me, politics is like hiring a hitman. I have values and things I care about. I care enough about them to at least bother voting for 5 minutes every year for one issue or another. And because I care at least that much, I vote for people who align with the ability to realize the things I care about.

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  • Punching Above Our Weight
    by Roger Madison Jr. inPolitical on2020-07-24

    I believe our vote is the punctuation of our voice. Without that resounding exclamation mark, I believe our voices are just incoherent noise.

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  • BLACK PROGRESS AMIDST SOCIAL CHAOS
    by Roger Madison Jr. inPolitical on2020-06-16

    Recent events have raised the profile of historical injustice and inequities here in the USA. The entire world has taken note of the fact that BLACK LIVES MATTER.   We invite all of our friends to engage in actions that result in the greatest movement for change in our history. It is imperative that we take advantage of this opportunity to affect a positive change by ACTING IN OUR SELF-INTERESTS.

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  • Living in a Black No-Man's Land
    by Roger Madison Jr. inOur Community on2019-10-28

    There are many narratives that define the Black experience in America in this 2nd decade of the 21st century. Our striving over the centuries of our sojourn in this nation is a tapestry of every human experience -- oppression, enslavement, forced assimilation, dehumanization, exclusion, segregation, isolation, struggle, perseverance, achievement, excellence, celebration, mourning, despair, progress, setbacks, lynching, assassination, genocide, terror, self-hatred, low esteem, pride,...

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  • Fighting Racism
    by Scott Woods inOur Community on2018-10-25

    I had a boss who was racist. Not an outright bigot, of course; her toolbox was more subtle than most. We bumped heads a lot over inconsequential things. She frequently couldn’t keep my name out her mouth. Lot of gaslighting. You know…2018 style. I tried a lot of ways to combat or navigate her issues. None of them worked, and that’s saying a lot because I’m really good at fighting racism. But at the end of the day – every day – she was my boss, I had to deal with her, and that was that. Finally I...

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The Bar

For months now she had been coming to this bar.  Sitting by herself and watching the tall lean blonde bartender.  As she sat on her usual stool and watched him she would often think about what it'd be like to have him in bed.  Yes, have him bed, for she knew that she would never be happy for life with a man like that.  She just wanted him in her bed for a wild and hot night.  Usually on her trip to this bar she would only drink coke.  But tonight she was drinking Jack and Coke.  For it had been a week straight from hell.  And the old rule of "if it can go wrong it will" definitely applied.  So throwing back her 3rd or was it 4th? Ahh who the hell cares she thought she leaned forward and placed her glass on the edge of the bar so he would see it was time to refill her glass.  As he approached her he smiled broadly and she could feel his eyes taking her in.  Indeed his eyes scanned her low cut blue top with he cleavage classily displayed.  Her long flowing dark blonde hair seemed to shimmer under the plae lights.  And her soft blue eyes sparkled.  Just looking at her sitting there smiling at him made his insides grow hot.

So, you're really putting them away tonight? he said with a smile.  Care to talk about it?  Slowly she licked her lips and with the liquid courage of the Jack Daniels pulsing through her veins, she leaned forward pressing her breast higher with the help of her arms and the edge of the bar.  Giving him even more of a view.  And with a soft smile and a sweet whisper she replied.  No, I don't care to talk about it.  However, I'd love to have you in my bed until I can't remember what I was upset about.  Giggling at the shocked yet intrigued look on his face she dipper her finger in her glass and slowly and seductively licked it clean.  So what do you say?  You up to helpng a damsel in distress?    Smiling and shaking his head to clear his thoughts he leaned over the bar and kissed her passionately letting his fingertip brush lightly over her nipples.  They were hard now and pressing against the soft silk material of her top.  His lips leaving hers he looks into her eyes and answers well my dear I will help you.  But it has to be done my way.  You do as you're told no arguments and no questions.  And I assure you...you'll have a time you'll never forget.