I'm following every move..
and you thought Obama would respect you, Girl Bye
Monday, January 6, 2025
HE TOOK A BULLET!!! NOW REPORT THATFIND ALL RECORDS FOR "DEVONTE PIPPEN" #RIP JANUARY 20, 2012
Thirteen years. Thirteen years since the world lost a piece of itself, and I lost everything. Thirteen years since Scottie Pippen, the man who stole my innocence and shattered my family, continues to walk free. Thirteen years of living with the scars of his actions, the constant reminder of a justice system that failed me.
They call him a legend. They celebrate his career. They ignore the truth. They ignore the pain. They ignore me.
I was a young woman, filled with dreams and aspirations. He was a powerful figure, a god among men in the eyes of many. He saw weakness, and he exploited it. He took from me something I can never get back.
And then, the unthinkable happened. My son... My beautiful, innocent son... Gone.
The pain is a constant companion. The anger, a raging fire. The world moves on, oblivious to the gaping hole in my soul. Scottie Pippen, meanwhile, lives his life, untouchable, unburdened.
Cook County has ERASED everything about him. #Politicians #Police #CorruptCourts
He continues to stalk me, a constant reminder of the horror I endured. And the systematic dysfunction that protects him from accountability.
THE NBA IS NOTHING BUT A GAY CULT TO ME!!!
The fans, those blind followers, they cheer him on. They glorify his image.
They refuse to acknowledge the truth, the darkness that lurks beneath the surface of their hero. They are complicit in his silence, in his continued evasion of accountability.
I am not asking for sympathy. I am not asking for forgiveness. I am demanding justice. I am demanding that the world open its eyes and see the truth.
Scottie Pippen is not a hero. He is a predator. He is a coward. He is a disgrace.
And I will not be silenced.
Disclaimer: This blog post reflects the author's deeply personal and traumatic experiences. It contains sensitive content that may be upsetting to some readers. The accusations made in this post are serious and require due process. It's important to remember that everyone is entitled to a fair trial and the presumption of innocence until proven guilty.
It is crucial to address issues of sexual violence and abuse with the utmost seriousness and to support survivors in their pursuit of justice.
This blog post is intended to provide a platform for the author to share their experiences and express her feelings.
MOVIE FOR THE DAY #PoeticJustice & #FourColoredGirls Yes, I know Janet is in Vegas
And you wonder why I drink!!!
"Still Writing in My Journal" Poetic Justice
10:00 am V103: Update JANET just passed me on my way to work... LOL, promoting a Valentine Day giveaway ... You play too much
Reflections on Life, Love, and the "Four Colored Girls" Metaphor
Hey Janet, I’m working hard today—no time for any distractions, not even a quick chat. For those of you following along, I'm still writing in my journal. And as I flip through these pages, I can’t help but reflect on the deep metaphors woven throughout my life, especially when I look at Four Colored Girls. It's more than just a story—it's a mirror, one that shows the layers of my experiences.
Looking back, I see the prayers I wrote when I was stalked by a toxic ex-boyfriend. A man who just wouldn’t let go. And while he may have been persistent, he didn’t get the better of me. Thankfully, the only lasting bond was one child—his. But the confusion, the twists of fate, get deeper when Mustapha goes missing at the NBA All-Star Weekend in Phoenix. A wild story, right? But don’t get it twisted—this isn’t about any issues with Muslims. I respect everyone’s faith, but the Nation of Islam? They’re not the true representation of what Islam is meant to be.
Now, the Prince of Saudi Arabia—now a King—there's a different story altogether. And yes, there's a truth you might never get to witness. But honestly, some things you just can’t handle. It’s crazy, isn’t it? From Poetic Justice to now, through all the ups and downs, I’ve stayed true to that “Black Cat” spirit you've all been singing about.
Speaking of missing people... Todd Bridges. Where are you? I miss you, but I guess your husband is hanging out with Scottie. We both know what happened the last time we were all supposed to meet in Vegas. But hey, that's just life.
Just last week, I was sparring with Alex and Neshell, still trying to figure out how Neshell even made it to Lisa's wedding. Then, of course, Daphne's drama with her endless appetite for chaos. You know, I can't help but think of Good Times when all this chaos unfolds. Remember the intro? What was my name in that show? Diane’s struggles, her pain—they're not new to anyone who's been paying attention.
And speaking of family, how’s your mom doing, Janet? I know you're hurting after losing Tito. Marlon, I have no words—I'm at a loss for what to say.
And who could forget when I raised Randy from the dead? Man, Brian Jackson and I laugh about it all the time, remembering that time during the Victory Tour in Chicago. I was front row every night, even though my boss cut me at stage start. Night 2? Randy’s shirt. Night 3? Michael’s hat. I still use those tokens to find them both when I need a reminder.
My first major security role? We Are The World. And yeah, this story goes way back to Trump and A Different World. You know that song—Chris or Dre, whichever one you think about. But yes, it all comes back around.
I know you've been waiting for me to speak all day. But before I go any further, I won’t say much more until I see the baby. You know the deal, despite everything with Scottie. But your husband? He knows I’m real.
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