Sunday, May 3, 2026
SCOTTIE PIPPEN IS MORE MENTAL THAN ME!!!
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CODES ARE THE SAME, MY CODES ARE UNIVERSAL
Breaking the Player Codes, keys to my car!
1 I am number one in your life
2 Second Wife to somebody??
3 You see or hear GOD
4 I am “HIV” negative
5 Someone with “HIV” near me
6 Dr. J and/or LeBron James
7 Carmelo Anthony or #Vegas
8 (Vanessa) 24 (Chevy) Kobe Codes
9 I am not having a “baby”
10 Perfect Me
11 Who wants to RAPE… yeah
12 Jesus had Disciples how many?
13 Esther (Bible)
14 Valentine Day
16 Pope Francis
18 RIP DJ
20 Gary Payton
21 Weed/Marijuana (y’all so LOUD)
22 Both on a second marriage
23 Michael Jordan
25 Derrek Lee (Cubs)
31 Chris Brown
33 Scottie Pippen
34 Walter Payton
35 Kevin Durant
36 Bishop Don Juan
40 Presidential Codes
42 Floyd Mayweather
45 What gun do I carry?
45 Donald J. Trump
50 I am going off about something, not the rapper jerk #FAKE
52 Supreme Captain Mustapha Farrakhan
58 Judge Zagel (RIP)
65 Dr Dre
66 GB2G aka George Bush:)
68 Year I was born
69 Commander Brian Thompson aka “Silver Fox” (Rahm)
81 Cocaine (beware of Fentanyl)
99 JAY-Z
00 Diddy
106 Park it right here (My birthday)
168 Debbie LUCKY lottery number
BOOK PREVIEW: "CONSPIRACY TO COMMIT MURDER"SCOTTIE PIPPEN (33) CHICAGO BULLS & LARSA PIPPEN
THE NBA'S MOST HATED COUPLE
Behind the fame, fortune, and championship glory of the Chicago Bulls lies a chilling tale of betrayal, violence, and cover-ups that rocked the sports world. Conspiracy to Commit Murder reveals the shocking details behind Valentine vs. Pippen 2024L002166 — a case that exposes Scottie Pippen’s alleged dark past, stretching back over three decades.
On Valentine’s Day 1993, Chyvette Valentine’s life was forever altered by a brutal sexual assault a crime she claims was committed by NBA icon Scottie Pippen. The tragedy deepened years later with the murder of Devonte Pippen, Scottie’s son, on the streets of Chicago. Evidence suggests that Scottie Pippen not only fathered Devonte through violence but also played a direct role in his death an act intended to silence the truth and protect Pippen’s family, including his then-wife, Larsa Pippen.
The lawsuit outlines a chilling web of deception. Allegations reveal that Scottie Pippen and his brother, Carl Pippen, orchestrated a campaign of harassment and intimidation that spanned over 30 years a disturbing pattern of stalking, threats, and psychological torment. Despite multiple attempts to expose the truth, the Chicago Bulls organization and the NBA allegedly turned a blind eye, shielding one of their most celebrated stars from accountability.
In a dramatic legal showdown before Judge Maire Aileen Dempsey in Cook County, Illinois, Chyvette Valentine demands $300 million in damages seeking justice not only for herself but for her murdered son. The suit accuses Scottie and Larsa Pippen of orchestrating a cover-up, leveraging their influence to manipulate law enforcement and silence witnesses.
The evidence includes disturbing allegations of Scottie Pippen’s involvement in sexual violence, Devonte’s wrongful death, and a calculated attempt to eliminate Chyvette Valentine to protect Larsa’s family interests. Shocking details describe a "bedroom fantasy suite" allegedly set up by the Chicago Bulls to lure victims into Pippen’s grasp a chilling revelation that reveals the NBA’s complicity in enabling his abuse.
The case implicates not just Scottie Pippen, but a network of powerful figures who allegedly protected him from NBA executives to public officials who ignored Valentine’s pleas for justice. The book uncovers damning emails, police reports, and testimonies that expose a cover-up reaching far beyond the basketball court.
Conspiracy to Commit Murder is more than just a true crime story it’s a harrowing account of a mother’s relentless fight for justice, the corruption that allowed power to silence truth, and the courage it takes to expose the darkest secrets hidden beneath the bright lights of fame.
Prepare to uncover a scandal so shocking it will shake the sports world to its core. The truth can no longer be buried.
Saturday, May 2, 2026
Friday, May 1, 2026
Good Job Dawn... I hosted DC, she was responsible for New York
Back to Business
April was great to me in more ways than one. After two long years of hotels, temporary spaces, and shared living, I finally moved into my own apartment. That kind of peace of mind is priceless. My unit is only partially furnished, but it’s mine and that alone shifts everything. There’s a different kind of focus that comes when your environment is truly your own.
Now, it’s time to get serious.
I have four additional DBAs to establish, followed by securing my food vendor’s license. At the same time, I’m actively researching grants and loan opportunities to fund what’s next. The plan is clear: build solid here in Nevada over the next three years, then transition to the British Virgin Islands. That vision is locked in.
This month, I begin my notary classes another step toward expanding my service offerings. I’ve made the decision to postpone my paralegal studies until after summer so I can give my full attention to what needs to be built right now. Sometimes progress isn’t about doing everything at once it’s about doing the right things at the right time.
I’ll also be pricing vehicles for my future fleet while working toward financing for my food truck. There’s a lot in motion, but it’s all aligned. First things first, I need to complete my website and begin launching campaigns focused on business formation services. That’s a major priority.
One question I had to sit with was: How much should I pay myself?
After some reflection and a little faith I landed on a starting point of $800 per week, matching my previous employer. It’s realistic, it’s structured, and it gives me a target to build toward as I establish business credit lines and secure funding.
May is all about planning and development. No rushing just building it right.
I’m grateful to have unemployment benefits right now, giving me the space to pursue a stable remote role while laying the foundation for my businesses. I know what works best for me, and I’m committed to environments that allow me to stay focused, productive, and drama-free. Remote work isn’t just convenient it’s strategic.
Beyond business, I’m pouring back into myself. I’m planting a garden filled with herbs, edibles, and florals something grounding, something nurturing. My spice collection is finally rebuilt, and this summer will be full of refining my cooking skills, prioritizing mental wellness, and actually enjoying life in Las Vegas.
And yes I’m still smiling from that royal inspiration. I’ve even saved The Royal Channel on YouTube and plan to spend some time studying and learning. There’s something powerful about witnessing legacy, discipline, and presence it stays with you.
I’m also working on building affiliate partnerships to promote my website and will soon begin offering packaged services. On top of that, I plan to share hotel promotions for travelers heading to Vegas because having at least three streams of passive income isn’t optional, it’s necessary.
This season is intentional. I’m giving myself May and maybe June, possibly the first two weeks of July to focus, build, and reset. The past two years tested me, but they also prepared me. Now it’s time to lay a strong, unshakable foundation.
By August, I’ll be ready for work, for school, and for everything that comes next.
Today, I’m designing marketing tools for pop-up events and structuring my schedule.
So tell me… what do you have planned today?
A Chapter I’ll Never Forget
Thank you for that unforgettable chapter of history.
If for no other reason, you gave me something I didn’t even realize I needed freedom. Freedom from my own thoughts, my own battles, my own weight. For a moment, I could step outside of myself and simply observe something meaningful unfolding in real time. Even from afar, following your journey felt personal.
I’ll be honest there was a quiet envy in my spirit. Not the kind that resents, but the kind that longs. I wished I could have been there, sitting inside that Congressional session. From what I witnessed, it was unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Every seat filled. Every face attentive. Order, respect, presence it all felt rare, almost sacred. For once, it seemed like everyone understood the weight of the moment and chose dignity.
And then came the dinner. I was already floored, already taking it all in, trying to process the elegance and intention behind it. But nothing prepared me for what came next.
When you spent time at Harlem Grown… that was it for me.
Those babies standing there, taking their roles seriously, protecting something bigger than themselves it broke me in the most beautiful way. I cried, not out of sadness, but because of what it represented. That moment wasn’t staged. It wasn’t polished. It was human. It was real. It was powerful.
It showed your heart.
Those children may not fully understand what they were part of. They may not grasp the depth of that moment right now. But I know this much experiences like that don’t leave you the same. They plant something. They shift something. They stay with you.
Because I’ve lived it.
Moments that seem small to the world can echo loudly within a life. They can shape identity, awaken purpose, and create a memory that time can’t erase.
If their journey holds even a fraction of that impact, then you’ve already changed lives in ways that can’t be measured.
And for that… I simply say thank you.
Thank you for your presence.
Thank you for your humanity.
Thank you for reminding us what leadership can look like when it’s grounded in something real.
Your Highness you made history, yes.
But more importantly, you made it felt.
Thursday, April 30, 2026
RESPECTFULLY YOUR HIGHNESS... I HAVE BEEN LOYAL SINCE 1981... with all due respect Queen Camilla
Ready to Go
Your Highness,
I’ve presold many of my lots.
Just as I anticipated, my clients came forward ready prepared to sign, prepared to move, prepared to meet the moment. It’s almost surreal watching what once lived in my mind take shape in real time. What I spoke, what I believed, what I worked toward it’s here.
And with that reality comes something unexpected… a rising anxiety. Not fear, but intensity. The kind that comes when you realize this is no longer a vision it’s happening.
I’m sitting here in absolute amazement, watching my dreams manifest into real moments. I won’t pretend I have all the answers or that I understand everything unfolding around me. But one thing I can say with certainty: I prepared. I stayed focused. I chose discipline over distraction. I committed myself to the final outcome.
And now, here we are.
Let me pause for a moment not for reflection, but for recognition.
I am proud of you.
Truly.
Ignore the noise. Ignore the voices that attempt to distort what you know to be true about me. People will always try to rewrite narratives they were never a part of. Don’t let them. Stay grounded in what you know, not what is being suggested to you.
Because I’ve only ever moved in truth.
I’ve kept my promises.
Especially the ones that mattered most.
My promise to Diana was never taken lightly. It was honored, protected, and carried with integrity until the moment trust itself was broken. And even then, I did not waiver in who I am.
I remember everything.
The car crash in Santa Monica the one that was meant as a joke, rented through Meagan.
I remember the confusion, the layers, the manipulation.
Lisa never had power in that situation, but influence?
That’s a different story. I see clearly now how influence was used, how I was used, and how narratives were shaped around me.
But I remain unmoved in my truth.
Let me remind you of something else something real, something documented.
I arranged the concert for Diana with Diddy.
That happened.
There is footage. There is proof. There are witnesses.
No matter the circumstances that followed, no matter how the story has been twisted or retold I have remained loyal. That has never changed.
And I will say this clearly:
Do not undermine my love.
Not for him, not for his son William, and not for what I have stood for all this time.
Because when everything else fades when the noise quiets, when the confusion settles truth has a voice.
And his sons?
THEY KNOW MY VOICE!!!
You will leave me here...
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