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Books, Chill, and Fire: Rainy Day Sentence Starters <p><a href="http://ohnoarno.tumblr.com/post/166059190317/its-been-raining-for-days-looks-like-the" class="tumblr_blog">ohnoarno</a>:</p><blockquote><ul><li>“It’s been raining for days.”<br/></li> <li>“Looks like the rainy season is finally here.”<br/></li> <li>“Shall I put on a pot of tea?”<br/></li> <li>“Turn up the heat/put another log on the fire, the rain brought a chill.”<br/></li> <li>“Close the window, you’ll ruin the flooring!”<br/></li> <li>“You’re sopping wet.”<br/></li> <li>“What on earth were you doing out there?”<br/></li> <li>“Fine, you can come in, but take off your shoes.”<br/></li> <li>“I don’t need you tracking mud everywhere.”<br/></li> <li>“The sound of rain is so nice.”<br/></li> <li>“You’re going out? In this?”<br/></li> <li>“You can’t go out there, it’s pouring down rain!”<br/></li> <li>“I like the rain and all, but being stuck inside is so boring.”<br/></li> <li>“The day would be a lot less boring if you learned how to sit still.”<br/></li> <li>“I cannot believe we’re stuck in this!”<br/></li> <li>“Maybe we should find somewhere to take cover until it stops.”<br/></li> <li>“Does it ever stop raining here?”<br/></li> <li>“Oh no! The rain ruined our picnic.”<br/></li> <li>“Want to go for a walk in the rain?”<br/></li> <li>“Can I have a blanket?”<br/></li> <li>“Sorry to intrude. This rain came out of nowhere.”<br/></li> <li>“Look at the sky! The lightning is insane.”<br/></li> <li>“It’s getting pretty intense out there.”<br/></li> <li>“A rainy day, warm blankets, a cup of tea, and a book to tie it all together.”<br/></li> <li>“Let’s go for a walk in the rain.”<br/></li> <li>“Here, this should warm you up.”<br/></li> <li>“Come in here before you catch a cold.”<br/></li> <li>“Ugh, that’s just a silly old wives’ tale.”<br/></li> <li>“I pity the poor souls caught out in this.”<br/></li> <li>“Aren’t there any books to read?”<br/></li> <li>“Rains smells so different in the city.”<br/></li> <li>“The rain smells better in the countryside.”<br/></li> <li>“Nothing like the sound of rain to go with a good book.”<br/></li> <li>“Careful, the tea is still hot.”<br/></li> <li>-draws on the fogged up windows-<br/></li> <li>-Flips loudly through book-</li> <li>-sighs- “It’s so cozy in here.”</li> </ul></blockquote>
Books, Chill, and Fire: Rainy Day Sentence Starters
<p><a href="http://ohnoarno.tumblr.com/post/166059190317/its-been-raining-for-days-looks-like-the" class="tumblr_blog">ohnoarno</a>:</p><blockquote><ul><li>“It’s been raining for days.”<br/></li>
<li>“Looks like the rainy season is finally here.”<br/></li>
<li>“Shall I put on a pot of tea?”<br/></li>
<li>“Turn up the heat/put another log on the fire, the rain brought a chill.”<br/></li>
<li>“Close the window, you’ll ruin the flooring!”<br/></li>
<li>“You’re sopping wet.”<br/></li>
<li>“What on earth were you doing out there?”<br/></li>
<li>“Fine, you can come in, but take off your shoes.”<br/></li>
<li>“I don’t need you tracking mud everywhere.”<br/></li>
<li>“The sound of rain is so nice.”<br/></li>
<li>“You’re going out? In this?”<br/></li>
<li>“You can’t go out there, it’s pouring down rain!”<br/></li>
<li>“I like the rain and all, but being stuck inside is so boring.”<br/></li>
<li>“The day would be a lot less boring if you learned how to sit still.”<br/></li>
<li>“I cannot believe we’re stuck in this!”<br/></li>
<li>“Maybe we should find somewhere to take cover until it stops.”<br/></li>
<li>“Does it ever stop raining here?”<br/></li>
<li>“Oh no! The rain ruined our picnic.”<br/></li>
<li>“Want to go for a walk in the rain?”<br/></li>
<li>“Can I have a blanket?”<br/></li>
<li>“Sorry to intrude. This rain came out of nowhere.”<br/></li>
<li>“Look at the sky! The lightning is insane.”<br/></li>
<li>“It’s getting pretty intense out there.”<br/></li>
<li>“A rainy day, warm blankets, a cup of tea, and a book to tie it all together.”<br/></li>
<li>“Let’s go for a walk in the rain.”<br/></li>
<li>“Here, this should warm you up.”<br/></li>
<li>“Come in here before you catch a cold.”<br/></li>
<li>“Ugh, that’s just a silly old wives’ tale.”<br/></li>
<li>“I pity the poor souls caught out in this.”<br/></li>
<li>“Aren’t there any books to read?”<br/></li>
<li>“Rains smells so different in the city.”<br/></li>
<li>“The rain smells better in the countryside.”<br/></li>
<li>“Nothing like the sound of rain to go with a good book.”<br/></li>
<li>“Careful, the tea is still hot.”<br/></li>
<li>-draws on the fogged up windows-<br/></li>
<li>-Flips loudly through book-</li>
<li>-sighs- “It’s so cozy in here.”</li>
</ul></blockquote>

<p><a href="http://ohnoarno.tumblr.com/post/166059190317/its-been-raining-for-days-looks-like-the" class="tumblr_blog">ohnoarno</a>:</p><blo...

Be Like, Bless Up, and Chicago: Waiting to surprise my SO with this little nugget when she gets home from work. Reddit u/belatedpajamas @DrSmashlove Now people always wanna be like “wow how do you live in Chicago”, “damn smash Chicago is cold asf why not Miami”, “wow Chicago is big cold yuck.” OKAY. DUH. NOBODY SAYING IT’S WARM LOL. But the cold got benefits. For one, it make the holidays pretty. I don’t celebrate Christmas but all the pretty lights and snowflakes bruv that make me feel like I’m in a quaint, adorable little English village. On some “Cheerio chap! Yes very good govvenah! BRIYYANT!” 😂 U feel me? Heritage. Not my heritage - but somebody heritage lol! Fireplaces. Cozy lil fires. U feel me? Seasons. Now it’s also downsides. I keep water bottles in my car and them bottles freeze. No bueno asf. But a HALF FROZE bottle is a come up! If u catch it at the right point in the freeze life cycle it develop a water PP column right up the middle that osmularicizes coldness through water you pour into the bottle it and freezes it to the optimal gym water temp. Boom. One sip and u transported to the mountains of Norway bruv. U thirsty. U been walking for days. U come upon a comely Norwegian birb with a gaggle of aggressive huskies barking at u. U like “Ok these huskies don’t like my kind lmao RIP to me it was real”. She opens her mouth and whispers: “Jeg kan se din PP-utskrift gjennom din overcoat” (“I can see your PP print through your overcoat”). And then u like “aye short blond hair on white girls is sexy ol McCaulay Culkin Justin Bieber with a fatty lookin a$$ PAUSE.” And she like “come. Drink.” And she open her shroud which is made from a single uncut bison skin and she bare nekky and she put my head against her heart and pour water into my mouth like I’m her bb and I’m like “wow Scandinavians are wild but I love it.” That’s how soothing that half frozen ice PP water bottle taste bruv. Anyway then she fall in love with me and ask me to live among her people and I’m like “Jeg er her for en god stund, ikke lenge, du vet jeg” (“I'm here for a good time not a long time, you know **I**”). And she shed a single tear and I pet the huskies and depart homeward. BOTTOM LINE THAT HALF FROZEN WATER BOTTLE IS A GYM BLESSING BLESS UP 😍😂😂😂
Be Like, Bless Up, and Chicago: Waiting to surprise my SO with this
 little nugget when she gets home
 from work.
 Reddit u/belatedpajamas
 @DrSmashlove
Now people always wanna be like “wow how do you live in Chicago”, “damn smash Chicago is cold asf why not Miami”, “wow Chicago is big cold yuck.” OKAY. DUH. NOBODY SAYING IT’S WARM LOL. But the cold got benefits. For one, it make the holidays pretty. I don’t celebrate Christmas but all the pretty lights and snowflakes bruv that make me feel like I’m in a quaint, adorable little English village. On some “Cheerio chap! Yes very good govvenah! BRIYYANT!” 😂 U feel me? Heritage. Not my heritage - but somebody heritage lol! Fireplaces. Cozy lil fires. U feel me? Seasons. Now it’s also downsides. I keep water bottles in my car and them bottles freeze. No bueno asf. But a HALF FROZE bottle is a come up! If u catch it at the right point in the freeze life cycle it develop a water PP column right up the middle that osmularicizes coldness through water you pour into the bottle it and freezes it to the optimal gym water temp. Boom. One sip and u transported to the mountains of Norway bruv. U thirsty. U been walking for days. U come upon a comely Norwegian birb with a gaggle of aggressive huskies barking at u. U like “Ok these huskies don’t like my kind lmao RIP to me it was real”. She opens her mouth and whispers: “Jeg kan se din PP-utskrift gjennom din overcoat” (“I can see your PP print through your overcoat”). And then u like “aye short blond hair on white girls is sexy ol McCaulay Culkin Justin Bieber with a fatty lookin a$$ PAUSE.” And she like “come. Drink.” And she open her shroud which is made from a single uncut bison skin and she bare nekky and she put my head against her heart and pour water into my mouth like I’m her bb and I’m like “wow Scandinavians are wild but I love it.” That’s how soothing that half frozen ice PP water bottle taste bruv. Anyway then she fall in love with me and ask me to live among her people and I’m like “Jeg er her for en god stund, ikke lenge, du vet jeg” (“I'm here for a good time not a long time, you know **I**”). And she shed a single tear and I pet the huskies and depart homeward. BOTTOM LINE THAT HALF FROZEN WATER BOTTLE IS A GYM BLESSING BLESS UP 😍😂😂😂

Now people always wanna be like “wow how do you live in Chicago”, “damn smash Chicago is cold asf why not Miami”, “wow Chicago is big cold y...

Friday, Head, and Lurking: stardustandswirls me to the demon in the corner of my room ain't u got shit to do theoffensivemomma He'd been lurking about for days now, this shadow thing. It used to scare me, terrify me straight into insomnia. But it had just stood there the whole time. Now it seemed part of the furniture, if I'm being honest. I started talking to it. Probably not my best idea, I'll give you that, but it's not like I had anyone as I readied for bed. Jeff was a dick at the meeting this morning. Had the best hot dog off the best cart in the city for lunch. SIX reports due by Friday? Kellen must be trying to kill me.I even wished it good night. And it just stared, with its glowing red eyes. else around. I would tell it about my day One night, I had to stay late at the office. Really late. Remember those six reports? They turned into fifteen. And if I didn't get them done for this major client, it was my head on the HR guillotine. So I stayed late. I ended up crashing on the sofa in the break room and woke up to more work on my desk. That was Thursday morning. I had to get this all done by Monday On Friday night, around ten, I decided to go home and get some real sleep before going back to the office to finish this insane task. And then I felt it. Something was here with me and it wasn't the janitor I looked in the corner and there were those eyes again, surrounded by shadow. I sighed. I really didn't have time for this, not here Ain't you got shit to do?" I snapped, walking to the break room for yet more coffee. So much for going home to sleep A growling sound, then a deep, rasping voice said, " miss you." I stopped. "What do you mean, you miss me? Aren't you a demon or something?" "You didn't come home. I've been worried What are you doing here?" We'd never conversed like this. It was almost comforting, like a friend would be "I'm working, man. I've got a big client coming on Monday and Kellen put all these damn reports on my desk and if I don't get them done, I'm probably gonna get fired." I ranted as I took off my tie and ran my fingers through my The demon paused, thinking. It moved slowly around the room, taking it all in. Do you want me to eat Kellen?" it suddenly asked. I laughed, "No, don't eat Kellen. It's not really his fault. "Then what shall I do?" I sighed and considered. What could a shadow demon do to help me? Do you know anything about graphic design and marketing?" It paused its roaming. "I ate an artist's soul, once." Good enough. Just sit behind me and tell me what looks good" On Monday morning, the company landed the client, I got a raise, and arranged it so I could work from home two days a week. We moved to a bigger flat two months later. It makes cinnamon pancakes on Saturdays. <p>Sometimes the demons miss you when you&rsquo;re gone</p>
Friday, Head, and Lurking: stardustandswirls
 me to the demon in the corner of my room
 ain't u got shit to do
 theoffensivemomma
 He'd been lurking about for days now, this
 shadow thing. It used to scare me, terrify me
 straight into insomnia. But it had just stood
 there the whole time. Now it seemed part of
 the furniture, if I'm being honest.
 I started talking to it. Probably not my best
 idea, I'll give you that, but it's not like I had
 anyone
 as I readied for bed. Jeff was a dick at the
 meeting this morning. Had the best hot dog off
 the best cart in the city for lunch. SIX reports
 due by Friday? Kellen must be trying to kill me.I
 even wished it good night. And it just stared,
 with its glowing red eyes.
 else around. I would tell it about my day
 One night, I had to stay late at the office. Really
 late. Remember those six reports? They turned
 into fifteen. And if I didn't get them done for
 this major client, it was my head on the HR
 guillotine. So I stayed late. I ended up crashing
 on the sofa in the break room and woke up to
 more work on my desk. That was Thursday
 morning. I had to get this all done by Monday
 On Friday night, around ten, I decided to go
 home and get some real sleep before going
 back to the office to finish this insane task. And
 then I felt it. Something was here with me and it
 wasn't the janitor
 I looked in the corner and there were those
 eyes again, surrounded by shadow. I sighed. I
 really didn't have time for this, not here
 Ain't you got shit to do?" I snapped, walking to
 the break room for yet more coffee. So much
 for going home to sleep
 A growling sound, then a deep, rasping voice
 said, " miss you."
 I stopped. "What do you mean, you miss me?
 Aren't you a demon or something?"
 "You didn't come home. I've been worried
 What are you doing here?"
 We'd never conversed like this. It was almost
 comforting, like a friend would be
 "I'm working, man. I've got a big client coming
 on Monday and Kellen put all these damn
 reports on my desk and if I don't get them
 done, I'm probably gonna get fired." I ranted as
 I took off my tie and ran my fingers through my
 The demon paused, thinking. It moved slowly
 around the room, taking it all in.
 Do you want me to eat Kellen?" it suddenly
 asked.
 I laughed, "No, don't eat Kellen. It's not really
 his fault.
 "Then what shall I do?"
 I sighed and considered. What could a shadow
 demon do to help me?
 Do you know anything about graphic design
 and marketing?"
 It paused its roaming. "I ate an artist's soul,
 once."
 Good enough. Just sit behind me and tell me
 what looks good"
 On Monday morning, the company landed the
 client, I got a raise, and arranged it so I could
 work from home two days a week. We moved
 to a bigger flat two months later. It makes
 cinnamon pancakes on Saturdays.
<p>Sometimes the demons miss you when you&rsquo;re gone</p>

<p>Sometimes the demons miss you when you&rsquo;re gone</p>

Friday, Head, and Lurking: stardustandswirls me to the demon in the corner of my room ain't u got shit to do theoffensivemomma He'd been lurking about for days now, this shadow thing. It used to scare me, terrify me straight into insomnia. But it had just stood there the whole time. Now it seemed part of the furniture, if I'm being honest. I started talking to it. Probably not my best idea, I'll give you that, but it's not like I had anyone as I readied for bed. Jeff was a dick at the meeting this morning. Had the best hot dog off the best cart in the city for lunch. SIX reports due by Friday? Kellen must be trying to kill me.I even wished it good night. And it just stared, with its glowing red eyes. else around. I would tell it about my day One night, I had to stay late at the office. Really late. Remember those six reports? They turned into fifteen. And if I didn't get them done for this major client, it was my head on the HR guillotine. So I stayed late. I ended up crashing on the sofa in the break room and woke up to more work on my desk. That was Thursday morning. I had to get this all done by Monday On Friday night, around ten, I decided to go home and get some real sleep before going back to the office to finish this insane task. And then I felt it. Something was here with me and it wasn't the janitor I looked in the corner and there were those eyes again, surrounded by shadow. I sighed. I really didn't have time for this, not here Ain't you got shit to do?" I snapped, walking to the break room for yet more coffee. So much for going home to sleep A growling sound, then a deep, rasping voice said, " miss you." I stopped. "What do you mean, you miss me? Aren't you a demon or something?" "You didn't come home. I've been worried What are you doing here?" We'd never conversed like this. It was almost comforting, like a friend would be "I'm working, man. I've got a big client coming on Monday and Kellen put all these damn reports on my desk and if I don't get them done, I'm probably gonna get fired." I ranted as I took off my tie and ran my fingers through my The demon paused, thinking. It moved slowly around the room, taking it all in. Do you want me to eat Kellen?" it suddenly asked. I laughed, "No, don't eat Kellen. It's not really his fault. "Then what shall I do?" I sighed and considered. What could a shadow demon do to help me? Do you know anything about graphic design and marketing?" It paused its roaming. "I ate an artist's soul, once." Good enough. Just sit behind me and tell me what looks good" On Monday morning, the company landed the client, I got a raise, and arranged it so I could work from home two days a week. We moved to a bigger flat two months later. It makes cinnamon pancakes on Saturdays. <p>Sometimes the demons miss you when you&rsquo;re gone via /r/wholesomememes <a href="http://ift.tt/2BbHfoA">http://ift.tt/2BbHfoA</a></p>
Friday, Head, and Lurking: stardustandswirls
 me to the demon in the corner of my room
 ain't u got shit to do
 theoffensivemomma
 He'd been lurking about for days now, this
 shadow thing. It used to scare me, terrify me
 straight into insomnia. But it had just stood
 there the whole time. Now it seemed part of
 the furniture, if I'm being honest.
 I started talking to it. Probably not my best
 idea, I'll give you that, but it's not like I had
 anyone
 as I readied for bed. Jeff was a dick at the
 meeting this morning. Had the best hot dog off
 the best cart in the city for lunch. SIX reports
 due by Friday? Kellen must be trying to kill me.I
 even wished it good night. And it just stared,
 with its glowing red eyes.
 else around. I would tell it about my day
 One night, I had to stay late at the office. Really
 late. Remember those six reports? They turned
 into fifteen. And if I didn't get them done for
 this major client, it was my head on the HR
 guillotine. So I stayed late. I ended up crashing
 on the sofa in the break room and woke up to
 more work on my desk. That was Thursday
 morning. I had to get this all done by Monday
 On Friday night, around ten, I decided to go
 home and get some real sleep before going
 back to the office to finish this insane task. And
 then I felt it. Something was here with me and it
 wasn't the janitor
 I looked in the corner and there were those
 eyes again, surrounded by shadow. I sighed. I
 really didn't have time for this, not here
 Ain't you got shit to do?" I snapped, walking to
 the break room for yet more coffee. So much
 for going home to sleep
 A growling sound, then a deep, rasping voice
 said, " miss you."
 I stopped. "What do you mean, you miss me?
 Aren't you a demon or something?"
 "You didn't come home. I've been worried
 What are you doing here?"
 We'd never conversed like this. It was almost
 comforting, like a friend would be
 "I'm working, man. I've got a big client coming
 on Monday and Kellen put all these damn
 reports on my desk and if I don't get them
 done, I'm probably gonna get fired." I ranted as
 I took off my tie and ran my fingers through my
 The demon paused, thinking. It moved slowly
 around the room, taking it all in.
 Do you want me to eat Kellen?" it suddenly
 asked.
 I laughed, "No, don't eat Kellen. It's not really
 his fault.
 "Then what shall I do?"
 I sighed and considered. What could a shadow
 demon do to help me?
 Do you know anything about graphic design
 and marketing?"
 It paused its roaming. "I ate an artist's soul,
 once."
 Good enough. Just sit behind me and tell me
 what looks good"
 On Monday morning, the company landed the
 client, I got a raise, and arranged it so I could
 work from home two days a week. We moved
 to a bigger flat two months later. It makes
 cinnamon pancakes on Saturdays.
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Ass, Children, and Doctor: The Acceptant Nature of Blacks @balleralert The Acceptant Nature of Blacks - blogged by @niksofly ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ As long as blacks can get an apology or leave it in God's hands, then whatever tribulation comes our way will be minimized. We have that acceptant and forgiving nature. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I watched my mother be denied care and literally bleed to death before my eyes. Her soul bled out before my eyes. She had been delayed transfusions for days . I was told to leave it in God's hands and to consider the doctor's emotions. I'm still f*cked up behind it enduring nightmares, battling grief and rage. I don't think the doctor has lost a minute of sleep, but I'm suppose to consider his emotions and let God deal with him. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ HoustonTexans owner BobMcNair referenced not allowing the "inmates to run the prison.” We are fake outraged, but as long as he issued that apology, most of us will go back to watching the game. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ White cop murders a black man, she gets off and can now have her record expunged. "God sees all. He has the last say.” There are children that will never hug their parents, mothers that will never kiss their children. A father can never play catch with his son. We are to deal with that pain so long as an apology accompanies it or we know "God will handle it.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Why is it God has to handle our battles? By all accounts I'm Christian, but I never hear my non-black counterparts issue a plea to God when they are wronged. Jeremy Mardis’ family didn't have to wait on God, but Alton Sterling family does. Tamir Rice, Freddie Gray and all of those who have become hashtags have to leave their justice up to God. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ And don't get me wrong, I'm not questioning God, I'm questioning the paradox of religion and how it controls blacks. We have to forgive and relinquish our human right to want justice or ramifications for God to handle it while others see justice. We have to wait on God and accept half -ass apologies, yet no one else needs or waits on God, but us. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I'm tired of that sh*t
Ass, Children, and Doctor: The Acceptant Nature of Blacks
 @balleralert
The Acceptant Nature of Blacks - blogged by @niksofly ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ As long as blacks can get an apology or leave it in God's hands, then whatever tribulation comes our way will be minimized. We have that acceptant and forgiving nature. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I watched my mother be denied care and literally bleed to death before my eyes. Her soul bled out before my eyes. She had been delayed transfusions for days . I was told to leave it in God's hands and to consider the doctor's emotions. I'm still f*cked up behind it enduring nightmares, battling grief and rage. I don't think the doctor has lost a minute of sleep, but I'm suppose to consider his emotions and let God deal with him. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ HoustonTexans owner BobMcNair referenced not allowing the "inmates to run the prison.” We are fake outraged, but as long as he issued that apology, most of us will go back to watching the game. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ White cop murders a black man, she gets off and can now have her record expunged. "God sees all. He has the last say.” There are children that will never hug their parents, mothers that will never kiss their children. A father can never play catch with his son. We are to deal with that pain so long as an apology accompanies it or we know "God will handle it.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Why is it God has to handle our battles? By all accounts I'm Christian, but I never hear my non-black counterparts issue a plea to God when they are wronged. Jeremy Mardis’ family didn't have to wait on God, but Alton Sterling family does. Tamir Rice, Freddie Gray and all of those who have become hashtags have to leave their justice up to God. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ And don't get me wrong, I'm not questioning God, I'm questioning the paradox of religion and how it controls blacks. We have to forgive and relinquish our human right to want justice or ramifications for God to handle it while others see justice. We have to wait on God and accept half -ass apologies, yet no one else needs or waits on God, but us. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I'm tired of that sh*t

The Acceptant Nature of Blacks - blogged by @niksofly ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ As long as blacks can get an apology or leave it in ...