In April 2014, V Stiviano released recordings of billionaire Donald Sterling saying some very racist and very sexist remarks. The things he says about black people and hispanic people and women are ignorant, offensive and hurtful.
As a father of two Mexican boys, hearing the words of Sterling brought me to tears. Just to know that there are people out there who could hate my children simply because of their race hurt me deeply.
There's that old saying that parents say to children when someone is mean to them, "Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me." But as an adult, we realize the damage words can do and how much more hurtful they can be than actual physical pain.
ESPN recently released a podcast documentary on Donald Sterling and everything that led up to his demise. The Donald Sterling Tapes aren't just a juicy story about a man, a mistress, TMZ, and court room battles. It exposes Sterling for what he is, a coward.
And he's not the only one, he just got caught up.
Over the past few years, we have seen many horrible people come out of woodwork and are now letting their voices be heard. For so long, they were sitting in silence. Just waiting for their perfect opportunity to come out of their closet.
These conversations he had with his mistress, V Stiviano, gave the world a glimpse into the mind and thoughts of a racist. And it helps us see how they really are behind closed doors.
"In your lousy fucking Instagram, you don't have to have yourself walking with black people."
And by "them" he meant the players on the Los Angeles Clippers, the NBA franchise that he owned. He took the word "own" to another level. A plantation mentality.
As a rich man in America, he didn't have to follow the same rules as everyone else. If he ever got into some legal trouble, he would just throw money at it until the problem went away.
But all the money in the world can't change the fact that he is a racist and a sexist and an overall horrible person.
It's people like him that hurt America and our chance at continuing to move forward. It wasn't that long ago that segregation was abolished. And it wasn't long before that when slavery was abolished. So there are still many people out there who are old enough to remember the days of segregation.
And those people are raising their children and grandchildren to think the same way. It is going to take at least another 100 years before we can even start to erase that type of mentality from the minds of many people out there.
"I'm living in a culture, and I have to live within the culture."
That "culture" he's talking about is a long line of racism and bigotry. Almost as is he belongs to some type of society that makes sure he is maintaining his due diligence to the racist culture.
Luckily for the world, his mistress had enough of his bullshit and exposed him to the world. Stiviano may have been a horrible person herself for taking advantage of an 80 year old man, but it is nothing in comparison to the things Sterling has said and done in his life.
If only we could find a way to expose all the racists and sexists to the world and we could find an island with no resources and ship them all there. See if they could survive. And to be honest, I could give a fuck if they survived or not.
Donald Sterling, you're the worst person in the world. And no matter how much money you made in your life, that will never change the fact that everyone in the history of mankind will remember you as a horrible person who tried to set America back 100 years.
Dear racists, sexists, bigots, and assholes of all kind,
You're the scum of the Earth. Go Fuck Yourself.
About 7 years ago, after the end of a long shift my best friend offered me some weed. I told her that I had never smoked weed and I wasn't going too. She insisted because she said I was acting like an annoying little bitch and I needed to relax.
So I gave into peer pressure (didn't take much) and smoked my first bowl. When I think back to how high I was, I honestly can't remember. I'm almost certain I that I was higher than I had ever been up until that point. Almost.
Back then, weed was just as accessible but a little scarier to get. You always had to meet some sketchy guy in a random dimly lit parking lot and he would tell you the story about how he attained this weed.
It was always one of three stories.
Very rarely was there a major difference in the weed. Sure some would get you higher than others. But for a guy who just wanted to smoke some weed, it all essentially did the same job.
This is when you could buy regular ass weed from regular ass people. Sometimes you'd get stuff that wasn't shaved so it was all on a huge stem. There would be seeds in just about every eighth. Every time you would buy an ounce it would be all the trimmings of the big nugs they would sell to rich white kids, and it would be a third of the price.
Rolling a blunt or a joint or packing a bowl for a bong was all a social experience. You call up your friends and let them know you have some weed and you're coming over. You bring your rolling tray, a grinder, papers or Swishers (Yes, all of y'all used to smoke Swishers. Don't act all uppity with me now. Talking' bout "Swishers are nasty" All y'all was smoking them daily. Don't play wit me) and of course, your weed.
I kept my stuff discrete and in a Victoria's Secret make-up bag. I looked really cool going into friends houses with that. Anyway, the time you spent rolling up and getting everything ready for the session was a part of the whole thing. But ever since weed became legal-ish, the experience is different.
Theres a store or van that will legally sell you weed recreationally in just about every town in California. You go in there and there's security and a place to check in. You have to get buzzed into the next room where there is more security. So essentially your dealer is the one thinking that you're sketchy, instead of the other way around.
And remember that regular weed you used to buy? It doesn't exist anymore! This shit is strong as fuck. And you can for sure tell the difference in the strength of the weed. Theres no sticks or seeds so everything you buy is pure dank. Which is great, right?
I suppose, if your whole goal is to get higher than the last time. And they have these things, I don't know what they are but they look like USBs. You take one hit and you're in a UFO. You take two hits and you are the UFO.
It's like pure THC. You kids don't know how good you got it. I don't know how long those things last but I'm sure it lasts longer than some regular weed.
I miss regular weed. Y'all smoking that Area 52 weed.
Oh and by the way, my best friend that convinced me to smoke weed was my wife. There's a lesson in that.