I refuse to downplay my intelligence... to make you comfortable with your ignorance

Tuesday, September 16, 2025

THANK YOU CHICAGO!!!

Monday, September 15, 2025

OMG: #IHM WESTCHESTER, IL...
DURAN DURAN IS COMING TO VEGAS!!!! #SCREAM
2 DAYS ONLY!!!

I AM BUYING THIS TICKET!!!

YOU BETTER TALK LIKE YOU KNOW ME!!!

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GETTING SUPER PISSED!!!
I DID NOT KNOW KIRK... NEVER SAW A SPEECH
THIS BULLSHIT IS INSANE!!!

PEOPLE YOU SEE EVERYDAY

THIS IS SOMEONE'S

#DOCTORS #TEACHERS #LAWYERS #JUDGES

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Putting the Pieces of My Life Back in Order

This week marked my return to work, and while it felt chaotic, I managed to find my footing again. My weekly sales goal is 15, and I closed at 8. That means no commission this week, but I’m grateful to be back on the phones, back in a rhythm, and back to rebuilding my life one step at a time. Progress isn’t always about hitting every mark it’s about moving forward despite the challenges.

I’ve also made the choice to limit my exposure to media. There’s only so much negativity and division a person can take before it weighs heavily on the spirit. What I’ve been witnessing the anger, hostility, and public meltdowns deeply concerns me. As someone who values peace and stability, I can’t ignore the way this atmosphere threatens both our collective well-being and my personal safety. Mental wellness matters, and unchecked hate only erodes it further.

On a different note, I recently learned that Charlie Kirk and his wife are expecting a child. While that is their personal milestone to celebrate, I feel compelled to say this: let’s respect their privacy. Families deserve space to experience joy without outside intrusion. Life is complicated enough without the weight of unnecessary attention or involvement.

For me, life right now is about piecing things back together finding order in the chaos, choosing peace over conflict, and focusing on what I can control. It’s a process, but it’s mine, and I’m learning to embrace it with honesty and resilience.

Dear Pat Quinn... nevermind

RIP JIM EDGAR

Saturday, September 13, 2025

THIS MAN WAS ASSASSINATED IN FRONT OF HIS FAMILY!!!
NO COMMENT
"If you can celebrate his demise, what more will you do for me"???
This is too hateful for me, right now!!!

I CANNOT FIND WORDS

TBN: PLEASE HANDLE ALL FUNERAL ARRANGEMENTS FOR CHARLIE KIRK PLEASE

PRAYING FOR AND WITH YOU #AMEN

SO EMOTIONAL 😢 😭 😪

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At a Loss for Words

I am at a loss for words. Honestly, I believe this generation has lost its words too. We live in a time where tragedy is mocked, where pain is turned into a meme, where death itself has become entertainment. And I ask myself: what kind of human celebrates the loss of life?

As a survivor of ignorance and injustice, I can speak from the deepest places of my soul. I know what it feels like to be stripped of dignity, to be laughed at, to have your very existence treated like a joke. I can’t even scroll Facebook without bracing myself for the next careless comment, the next insensitive joke, the next remark that feels like a dagger. It’s exhausting. It’s infuriating. It’s heartbreaking.

Not long ago, a coworker looked me straight in the face and joked about me dying "in her face". Imagine that. Someone thinking my death was funny, as if my life has no value. That moment shook me, and I carry it with me every day. Words like that don’t leave you. They haunt you. And now, to see the death of another man mocked, laughed at, and turned into cheap material for entertainment I am twisted in so many ways.

Let’s not forget: this man was a child of God. He was a husband, a father, a son. He was someone’s family, someone’s love, someone’s heart. And yet people dare to make jokes, to laugh, to reduce his tragic death to gossip or comedy? How dare you?

There is nothing funny about grief. There is nothing entertaining about the tears of a wife, the cries of children, or the heartbreak of a mother burying her son. Death is sacred. Life is sacred. To mock it is to mock God Himself, the Creator who gives and takes away.

I sit here in anger, in disgust, in disbelief. And yet beneath it all, I also sit here in faith. Because I know this: what the devil meant for evil, God will turn into good. No matter how ugly, how cruel, or how heartless people become, God’s justice is greater. His mercy is deeper. His truth will prevail.

So yes, I am at a loss for words. But maybe that’s the point. Maybe the silence left by tragedy is supposed to remind us to value life more, to speak less recklessly, to love more deeply, and to never forget that behind every headline, every joke, every story there is a human soul.

And human life is not a punchline.