Yesterday was a day of empowerment! As a white male South African, I represent so much ugliness to people who have been affected by white oppression. I acknowledge that. I will fight for what I believe in. I will raise my nothing voice and contribute. Why? Because I have a label of privilege, let me use it. Because I am white, let me use it. Because I am a minority, I have to use it. Not for me. I do it for those who hate me most. For the ideals in which I believe. I understand the distrust. But still I rise for something greater than myself.
A former New York socialite, arrives in San Francisco to impose upon her sister. But don’t be fooled… She may look like a million bucks (and know it), but she ain’t bringing anything of value…
I’ve seen Terminator, The Matrix, iRobot
I know what the future holds
To the likes of Ed Wood, The Aviator and Chaplin, comes Hitchcock…
For Don Jon it’s all about:
“My body; My pad; My ride; My family; My church; My boys; My girls; My porn”.
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I cannot believe that we live in a time where on the day of Elie Wiesel’s death, the day that Night fell upon the light it produced, that today of all days, I am penning a post entitled ‘Defending Madiba’.
Trigger Warning: Political and racial commentary Johannesburg, South Africa, 2016… Well, one stupid post by a stupid Real Estate Agent threatened to overthrow all that is positive about the South African Dream… The South African Dream, and ideal, the legacy… Continue Reading →
Yoh, it’s been quite a week a I tell you! Juggling will be the word that exists in summation of this first full week of June 2016, I almost feel like I never got to give my full this week… Continue Reading →
On Saturday I tried to make something out of nothing, quite literally, within 5 minutes (more on that here…) The ironic thing is that I really (for 5 minutes) struggled, and I layered #TDC1609 with subtext, which I actually bought into… Continue Reading →