I hope you will forgive me but I am going against my better judgment today and sound like one of those inch-wide, inch-deep political pundits and blah-blah bloggers who can be more boring than a tree stump.
Over the past week many have been exposed to a number of observances, remembrances, and dedications acknowledging the birth, life, works, accomplishments and subsequent assassination of the iconic Civil Rights activist, Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
Along about last May I had begun to wish the year was already over. This was around the time when most of the media had given Hillary the keys to the kingdom, calling her a sure thing for the White House. Meanwhile, the entrenched Republican elites were making fun of the newcomer, Donald Trump, who was anything but a politician. The professional politicians of the GOP said Trump didn’t “have a snowballs chance in a prairie fire of becoming the nominee of ‘our party’.” So much for their thinking.
If you’ve spent any time in front of the television, on the internet, or virtually anywhere in public over the past week it has been extremely difficult to not be exposed, take part in, or overhear reports and opinions about an incident that transpired in Chicago, IL. In this situation there were three African American eighteen year-olds, two male and one female, as well as a twenty-four year-old African American female who tortured and tormented a mentally challenged Caucasian man, also eighteen.
Bear with me for a brief quarter hour as we turn our heads backwards to last week’s news instead of forward to next week’s. If you were alive and cognizant of the outside world, then you know the basic stories I’m presenting to you already; however, I’d like us to consider them again and from several angles.
At this juncture, we have just crossed the threshold of the half-way point in the first week of a New Year. No doubt, for those of you who have taken the time and expended the energy to formulate yet another yearly resolution and, perhaps, gone as far as to structure a viable plan; I commend you. Now, before we get too far off into this subject matter, I have one simple question to ask: How far into the year of 2016 did your New Year’s resolution extend prior to the effort being abandoned? Truth be told, in many cases people have a hard time even remembering what their New Year’s resolution was at the beginning of this past year. That’s just a point to ponder for the sake of signifying the direction of this week’s column. [Full Story »]
This morning at 4 a.m. I awoke and thought, “Oh, no. I don’t think I have any noodles for my Beef Stroganoff. What do I do now? The grocery stores are all closed.” I considered going to the kitchen to check the pantry, but I was too sleepy. I just continued to worry until I fell asleep again.
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The only thing more useless than socks on a pig are New Year’s resolutions. Our intentions are applaudable but our follow-through usually leaves a bit to be desired. Still, that should not keep us from trying. I mean, what else is there to do while lying prone on the couch with a snoot full of black-eyed peas and collards and watching the Yada-Yada Bowl?
Every year around this time there are countless individuals who purpose to set New Year’s Resolutions that they will, in all probability, not have the willpower to maintain throughout the next twelve month period. One of the most popular resolutions made by people is the commitment to loose weight as studies show that six in ten individuals have tried it at some point during their adult life. The National Institute of Diabetes and Digestive and Kidney Diseases reports that more than one-third (35.7 percent) of adults are considered to be obese. More than 1 in 20 (6.3 percent) have extreme obesity. Almost 3 in 4 men (74 percent) are considered to be overweight or obese. The prevalence of obesity is similar for both men and women (about 36 percent).
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As a child, I spent hours sitting on the bare wooden floor of my living room poring over the Sears and Roebuck Catalogue and writing a letter to Santa Claus. One particular Saturday morning, I clutched my stubby yellow pencil with the ragged eraser and printed carefully and slowly for legibility. I figured if Santa were old as time, his eyes might be weak, and I wanted no mistakes with my list. A few feet away, the flames danced cheerfully behind a mesh screen.
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