#brawley speak

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Black Church Coalition Urges MSNBC To Investigate Harris Campaign Payments To Al Sharpton Group

(L) Kamala Harris speaks in Kalamazoo, Michigan. (Photo by Chris duMond/Getty Images) / (R) Rev. Al Sharpton speaks on stage during the final day of the Democratic National Convention at the United Center on August 22, 2024 in Chicago, Illinois.

The National Black Church Initiative has called on MSNBC to look into payments made by Vice President Kamala Harris’ campaign to a group that is run by controversial network host Al Sharpton.

Sharpton is a social justice activist, Baptist minister, radio talk show host, and media personality. He is also the founder of the National Action Network civil rights organization.

Sharpton has been criticized by his detractors throughout the years for his purported “anti-Semitic” comments and his “racist remarks against White people.”

“White folks was in the caves while we [Black people] was building empires. … We built pyramids before Donald Trump ever knew what architecture was. … We taught philosophy and astrology and mathematics before Socrates and them Greek homos ever got around to it,” Sharpton said previously. “So [if] some cracker come and tell you ‘Well, my mother and father blood go back to the Mayflower,’ you better hold your pocket. That ain’t nothing to be proud of. That means their forefathers was crooks.”

In the late 1980s, Sharpton first made headlines after he claimed that a White gang, which he said included Dutchess County assistant district attorney Steven Pagones, had kidnapped and sexually assaulted a Black teenage girl in the 1987 Tawana Brawley case. Sharpton publicly blamed Pagones and accused law enforcement of a “racist cover-up,” but he offered no proof. A grand jury later exonerated Pagones of all charges in 1988 after discovering that the incident had never even occurred. However, Pagones’s prosecutorial career was done, he and his family constantly received death threats, and the stress of it all prompted his marriage to fail. In 1998, Pagones defeated Sharpton in a defamation lawsuit, but Sharpton refused to pay the $65,000 in damages, claiming that he didn’t have the money, the Washington Examiner reported.

In 1991, Sharpton also incited violence after a Jewish driver accidentally ran over a 7-year-old Black boy named Gavin Cato, leading to protests and riots in the streets, which Sharpton cheered on. The riots included chants of “No Justice, No Peace!” and “Kill the Jews!”

Efraim Lipkind, a former Hasidic resident of Crown Heights during that time, testified that Sharpton began agitating the crowd, inciting even more violence.

“Then we had a famous man, Al Sharpton, who came down, and he said Tuesday night, kill the Jews, two times. I heard him, and he started to lead a charge across the street to Utica.”

At the time, Sharpton remarked on the incident, saying: “The world will tell us he was killed by accident… It’s an accident to allow an apartheid ambulance service in the middle of Crown Heights. … Talk about how Oppenheimer in South Africa sends diamonds straight to Tel Aviv and deals with the diamond merchants right here in Crown Heights.”

Fast forward to now, 2024.

In a Facebook post, “NBCI,” which labels itself as a coalition of Black churches, further questioned whether the Kamala Harris campaign truly paid Sharpton in order for the Democrat nominee to receive easy, “softball” questions in her October MSNBC interview with Sharpton.

“Rev. Sharpton does not have a degree in journalism, and it undermines the career of Black men and women who have more experience and journalism integrity,” their post reads. “The National Black Church Initiative demands that MSNBC launch an investigation into the donation or payment by the Harris campaign.”

According to Federal Election Commission records, on September 5th, “Harris for President” first sent $250,000 to Sharpton’s group, National Action Network. Additionally, on October 1st, the campaign sent another identical donation, totaling to $500,000 in funds sent to his organization.

Then, on October 20th, Sharpton conducted the interview in question with the current vice president.

“This payment calls into question Rev. Sharpton, a host on MSNBC journalism ethics,” NBCI wrote. “Do you have to pay Al Sharpton through a donation to his organization to get on his show or get a favorable interview?”

Additionally, NBCI asked exactly why the Harris campaign donated the $500,000 to the National Action Network, and whether Sharpton received any of the money. According to the coalition, one of its leaders seems to be selling “our voting” to “Harris for President,” which they expressed greatly worries them.

“Rev. Sharpton is loved and admired by many in our coalition, but that does take away from the fact he is facing significant moral and journalism ethics regarding this payment or donation to the National Action Network,” NBCI President Anthony Evans stated. “We will continue to pray for him.”

MSNBC later claimed to the outlet the Washington Free Beacon, which revealed the payments last month, that the network was unaware of them. NBCI still noted that “there are a lot of questions to be answered.”

“For many ministers, this type of action puts a moral stain on the integrity of the Black Church. The Rev. Al Sharpton needs to fully disclose the nature of the $500,000, why it was given and received, and for what purpose,” the post reads. “Where are the receipts? And did Rev. Sharpton receive any funds, and if so, what and for what purpose?”

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A payroll firm boss predicts the Treasury's upcoming response to the evidence will make "brutal reading" for the Freelancer and Contractor Services Association. Due to the nature of the details being sent to authorities by contractors using FCSA-recognised Brawley, there will also be "a lot, a lot" for the compliance group to address. Speaking to Dolan Accountancy Contractors UK, Boss was referring to the association last month, when a member allegedly forfeited his salary.

[aura-acolyte]

Interesting. What is this "Day Off" you speak of.

I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I'm trying to reign in my "Self-destructive savior complex as substitute for self-worth where I neglect my physical and mental health and refuse to ask for help" thing.

Yeah, that sounds like Brawley. Personally, a day off for me is a good training session. Or a battle against a few Gym Leaders. Or just running around the woods doing Lucario things.

Yeah, I'm not really the relaxing type. Can't sit still, always gotta be doing things.

Was traveling with people really a good idea?

Grandpa said a lone traveler is a recipe for a dead traveler, but if 'civilisation' means nightmares and trying to avoid waking people I'm not sure I should do it.

[transgayleorio-moved]

I'll sleep......after i grind for rustboro gym

[catboysuigetsu]

there’s this graphic novel i read called The Black Mage about racial integration that is very clearly satirical (the school is called St. Ivory, the white characters have last names with “white” in them, the main character is named Tom Token)

these names sound like they belong in a book like that, not played straight. I do not feel good abt these guys

so how do we feel about nonbinary characters being named stuff like snowflake and safespace because they don't see it as an insult when the writer is a cis dude

[brattyfics]

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x Daya Galindo [Black OC]

Word Count: 4,681

Synopsis | Masterlist

Chapter One

On the last leg of a week-long trip to San Diego, Daya Galindo did her best to remain engaging, open, and approachable.

Along with thirty other members of San Diego’s elite inner circle, she occupied one Petco Park’s most expensive and exclusive Skyboxes. Many of her nights were spent in the same Skybox attending the Padre’s baseball games.

This time, however, the Skybox has been transformed into a ballroom of sorts. Several circular tables were spaced out in the large room, eight chairs provided at each. Simple but elegant centerpieces decorated the tables.

The $10,000 a night Skybox opened up to the empty stadium on one side, and a breathtaking view of San Diego’s skyline on the other side. The sliding floor-to-ceiling windows were closed, and Daya found herself missing the fresh air she enjoyed on game days.

Most attendees remained inside, adding to the suffocating feeling in her chest.

Her husband, commercial real estate mogul and serial entrepreneur, Miguel Galindo, was one of the few people outside on the brick terrace. He used the balcony to take a private call.

“You look so pretty!” Marcy Stevens, the wife of a potential business partner, complimented Daya in a chipper tone.

An eight-hundred dollar silk cocktail dress stopped just above her ankles. An equally expensive pair of nude heels complimented the deep red of her dress. The front was designed to cover her breasts, giving the illusion of modesty while the fabric hugged her curves, outlining her shape. Thin straps were tied intricately on the back of the low cut dress. The ensemble was on-brand for Mrs. Galindo, a perfect balance between sexy and classy.

The big, springy curls that framed her heart-shaped face, bunching around the top of her shoulders, were also on brand. Her makeup was done simply, shades of brown and gold to complement her features.

Marcy was right. She did look stunning.

Regardless, Daya did her best to appear humbled by the compliment. It wasn’t that she was cocky or arrogant. The truth was she had become numb.

“You too! I love your lipstick. What shade is it?”

“Hmm. I’m not sure.” The middle-aged woman considered it for a moment before ruffling through her compact.

With a bright smile, she held the tube of lipstick up victoriously. She passed it over to Daya to inspect.

After pretending to take note of the brand and shade in her mind, she passed the tube back to Marcy. “Thank you.”

She couldn’t care less what shade of lipstick the woman wore, but the name of the game was flattery. Fundraising galas, country club banquets, and art exhibits had all become a blur of polite one-liners one after the other.

“It’s so nice to see you.” She lied even when it wasn’t.

“We have to have dinner and drinks soon.” She said to be polite, even when she’d rather not spend her time discussing the newest fashion releases with bored housewives.

“How are the kids?” She asked, although she had no interest in listening to parents ramble on about how great their mediocre children were.

“I love your dress. Who designed it?” Chances were she didn’t care.

A lively buzz of murmurs was standard for these events. Conversations flowed as freely as the champagne. Whether it was to foster relationships or just pass the time, people desperately spewed out the words like they would die if they couldn’t get it all out.

The constant chatter annoyed her, but Daya was able to connect with almost anyone on some level.

She knew a little bit about a lot of things, so conversations about sports, stock-trading, or even spa treatments were right up her alley. She never would have imagined herself as the type of woman to participate in meaningless conversations daily, but alas, she was. Her experience as a member of California’s high society was a far cry from her upbringing.

Daya Galindo was born Dayana Sims inside a community hospital in Hawthorne, California. Her mother, Denise Sims, settled in Cali sometime during her pregnancy. Denise didn’t talk about her life before Daya much. Her daughter knew almost nothing about her mother’s family or her reasons for moving to California. She didn’t even know her dad!

Daya was as inquisitive as any kid. She often wondered about him—who he was, what he looked like, where he lived, and if he ever thought about her. Her mother shut down any questions about him. The answer was always ‘stay in a child’s place’ or ‘grow up and let it go’. That was her mother’s response to anything uncomfortable, and inadvertently she taught her daughter to shrink herself to avoid conflict.

It was one of many bad habits that years of expensive therapy hadn’t completely fixed.

Denise had also taught her daughter to not form attachments. They moved around a lot when Daya was young. Most times it was only a few cities over, but each time she left someone behind. There was no explanation for why. That’s just how it was. She made it through her teens and early twenties without feeling the need to set down roots.

Her husband, Miguel, changed that.

On paper, Miguel Galindo was everything any woman would want in a husband. He was wealthy, smart, handsome, and charming when he wanted to be.

An honors graduate of Stanford, he quickly established a name for himself in business. Fresh out of college, he moved to New York and started a career in luxury real estate. From there, his interests transferred to commercial properties, and thus the entrepreneur in him was born. Miguel now owned successful businesses on both the East and West Coast.

When Daya met Miguel, he was new to Santo Padre and adjusting to his new lifestyle. The man who raised him died, and his mother, Dita was a wreck. Miguel vividly remembered the sounds of Jose beating Dita a room over, and the way he viciously chose his words to cut her down. Everyone thought she would be excited to start the next chapter of her life without him, but Dita took his death the hardest.

Becoming the man of the family meant his own complicated relationship with Jose was put on the back burner. His mother needed him, and the family business desperately needed tending to.

As the couple’s only child, he was the obvious heir. Regardless of his feelings about it, it was inevitable. Miguel’s future had been decided before he was even born.

Through the crystal clear glass, Daya watched Miguel’s face contort in annoyance. With a quick wave of his hand, he gestured for his head of security, Nestor Oceteva, to join him at his side. A few words were uttered between them before they were making their way inside. She expected Miguel to rejoin her at the table, but instead, he made a beeline for the elevators.

She was a little concerned, but not alarmed. If anything had gone seriously wrong, Miguel would be by her side, excusing them for the evening. He probably just needed more privacy.

Daya stepped up in his absence, focusing on the Stevens’ project in front of her.

Tom Stevens was Marcy’s husband and the owner of a chain of hotels in downtown San Diego. Property value in San Diego was higher than ever and steadily increasing, which made the hotels a worthy addition to Miguel’s portfolio.

An epiphany inspired Tom. He was passionate about the hotels because he built them from the ground up, but he realized his passion was better suited for home.

Marcy was a forty-something widower who decided to give love another chance with Tom. He was ten years her senior and even more unlucky in love, but he didn’t let his previously failed relationships stop him from trying again. The couple were newlyweds, and it showed with the way they giggled and grinned at each other every few seconds. It was cute watching them interact like love-struck teenagers.

Daya and Miguel had their moments, of course, but what they had was much different than the Stevens’. The young couple had gone through their rough patches and made it out on the other side, but the newlywed glimmer was definitely gone. Tom and Marcy were still open to each other and hopeful for the future. Willfully naive in Daya’s opinion.

No, what she and Miguel had was much more complicated. Neither of them trusted anybody completely, even themselves.

In between light conversation, she admired the night sky. In the distance, she could see the top of their hotel. It would be at least another hour before she could go back there, sinking into the king-sized mattress for the night. The Egyptian cotton sheets were calling her name.

“I was out in Brawley the other day, and I saw some of your signs up. What are you guys working on out there?”

If she remembered correctly, it was Luke that was speaking to her. Daya turned in her chair to face him as she responded.

Mama always said, “A woman’s work is never done.”

Another fifteen minutes passed before Miguel rejoined them, the vein in his forehead also present and in attendance.

Daya took a quick glance over her shoulder in search of Nestor. He wore a similar expression, confirming her suspicions.

They hadn’t resolved the problem.

Her hand found her husband’s thigh, softly stroking the strong muscle through his slacks. They sat close enough to the table that the movement was hidden. She smiled at him innocently when his eyes found hers for a second, a clear warning behind them.

A young woman with toffee-colored skin, and a short coiled Afro, approached the table, introducing herself as Eva.

Daya scanned her slim frame in the bright green dress she wore while Marcy explained how they met. Seven months ago, while volunteering at Skid Row, apparently.

Tom stood to offer Eva his seat, hand resting on the back of Marcy’s chair.

Eva talked about her non-profit organization, speaking passionately with her hands about what needed to be done to eradicate poverty. She shared her personal experience with homelessness, and how it shaped her life.

The expression on everyone’s faces said they were listening intently, but Daya knew better.

Millionaires didn’t care about poverty, because their wealth depended on it.

Daya had never been homeless, but she had been poor, and it wasn’t fun. Helping to dismantle capitalism was the last thing on her to-do list. She knew it was selfish, but she didn’t care.

While Eva spoke, Daya’s fingers inched up her husband’s thigh. She wasn’t surprised to find he was already half ready for her, his length thickening underneath his expensive slacks.

Miguel leaned over to whisper in her ear, the hairs of his beard just lightly tickling her ear.

“Watch yourself, conejita.”

The words sent a chill down her spine, but she didn’t remove her hand. Shifting in her seat, she crossed her legs in a poor attempt to dull the subtle throb below.  

To her left, Luke asked Eva a question, diverting everyone’s attention to him. Daya used it as an opportunity to push her man further.

“Or what, papi?” The term of endearment rolled off her tongue with ease.

“Keep it up and you’ll find out.” He whispered through clenched teeth, speaking without moving his mouth. It reminded her of a mother scolding their child, and she resisted the urge to laugh.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” She warned Miguel, tapping his knee patronizingly.

Miguel’s arm came up to rest on the top of her chair, and his head dipped to whisper in her ear once more.

“Brat.” The word triggered something in her, and she bit the inside of her cheek.

A better woman would be annoyed by the nickname, or even insulted. Along with other words a wholesome woman wouldn’t appreciate, brat was a term of endearment between them.

Daya straightened, trying to clear her mind of dirty thoughts. The heated looks they were giving each other weren’t appropriate for the topic of discussion.

When she and Eva made eye contact, she nodded politely. When the woman stopped speaking, she would need to have something of substance to add to the conversation.

“Are you ready to go?” Miguel asked his wife, hand resting on her hip. She sighed with relief at his words.

The two of them had left the table under the guise of socializing, only to slowly make their way out onto the balcony.

"I've been ready. I hate to say it, but Marcy is working on my last nerve." Daya groaned as she remembered how Marcy kept her locked down for the past forty minutes. She had left the woman inside, and she hoped Marcy had found someone else to occupy her time.

"I don't know how many more fake bathroom breaks I could have taken before she noticed it was just to get away from her."

Miguel smirked at his flustered wife. She had a good poker face and tried to sell that nothing could face her. It was always a little entertaining to see cracks in her facade.

“I just hope this is all worth it. I have a headache from listening to everyone talk, and I can feel blisters forming on my feet.” She complained, pouting up at him.

Miguel dropped a quick kiss to her lips in apology before sparing a glance at her feet. "You don't have blisters, honey."

“You don’t have blisters, honey.”

“How do you know?”

Daya’s eyebrows raised, challenging him.

“I just do.”

“Well, how about you inspect them tonight when you’re massaging them?” She asked in a sweet tone.

Miguel laughed.

“Is that your way of asking for a foot massage?”

Daya nodded.

“Come on, loca. Let’s say our goodbyes, so we can get out of here.”

Locking hands, the couple began the slow process of trading goodbyes and promises for later dates. Another fifteen minutes later, they made it outside into the chilly night air, the California breeze kissing their skin. Daya was more than relieved to see the fleet of black SUVs that waited for them.

Nestor Oceteva stood by the truck in the middle, opening the back door for them. “Thank you, Ness.” Daya told him, accepting his help up into the vehicle.

A driver and Nestor's second-in-command and cousin, Antonio Oceteva, occupied the front seats. Daya greeted them both warmly as she crawled across the leather seats.

"I can't wait to get out of these shoes." She said to no one in particular.

With no answer, she slid across the seat to see what the hold up was. Miguel stood outside of the car, several feet away. In a heated tone, he and Nestor discussed something she couldn't make out.

Antonio turned around in his seat to stop her, hand stopping just before it touched her knee. She eyed his hesitant hand for a moment before she met his eyes. Neither of them spoke for a moment.

Antonio was all business when he gathered himself to speak. "He'll be with you shortly, Mrs. Galindo." She huffed in response.

Daya craned her neck to look out of the window once more, but it didn't do much good. From her vantage point she could see that Nestor wasn’t happy, but not much else.

"What's going on?" She asked Antonio catching his hazel eyes in the rear view mirror. He didn't look worried, and that helped to soothe her some. At the same time, she knew it could just be his military training at work.

"I'm not sure, ma'am." He spoke in an even tone, giving nothing away. She thanked him but continued to look out of the window.

Daya didn’t need to know every single gory detail, but Miguel knew she hated being left in the dark. It created distance between them and made her feel shut out.

She could almost hear her therapist telling her to slow down and think. Logically, she knew Miguel meant no harm, but it reminded her of her childhood, making her feel small and insignificant.

He found her in the backseat with her arms crossed, eyes closed, and heeled feet tapping impatiently against the floor of the car.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, mi amor.” With a simple nod, he signaled for the driver to take them to the hotel.

His warm hand found her belly, holding her there while his tongue slipped past her pouty lips into her mouth.

She responded the way he expected, melting under his touch. Soft hands cupped his face, deepening the kiss. His hands slid down to rest on the curve of her ass as she leaned into him. With each movement, Daya felt less tense. Several moments passed before they broke apart.

“What’s happening?” Daya asked, breathless from the kiss. Her eyes scanned Miguel's face for answers.

“It’s nothing you should worry yourself about.”

Miguel’s hands roamed her body, but she knew it was a distraction.

There’s a saying, “You either tell your wife everything, or nothing.”

Miguel often found himself stuck somewhere in the middle. There had been a time where he told her almost everything. Now, he operated on a need-to-know basis.

“That’s your favorite thing to say these days.” Daya said it with a smile, but her eyes told a different story.

“I didn’t mean it that way, mi alma. I just mean it’s not important enough to bother you with. I’m going to take care of it tonight, and then it’s done.”

“You’re leaving tonight?” She didn’t bother to hide that she was upset anymore.

The couple had spent the last three days in San Diego, occupying the penthouse suite of a downtown hotel. Their home was located in Santo Padre, a small border town on the outskirts of Calexico, two hours away from San Diego. Miguel had several meetings in San Diego during the week--with Tom, one of his lawyers, and the event. It just made more sense to stay in town for the week, rather than make the trek back and forth.

“I know I promised, but...yes. I have to take care of this tonight.”

The young couple had agreed to use the few days as a mini-vacation to recharge and spend quality time together. He had kept his promise so far, but she wasn’t happy their time together would be ending early.

“I understand.” Business came first. Always.

“Don’t be like that.”

“I’m not being like anything. I said it’s fine.” She pushed down the anger she felt bubbling in her chest. “Seriously, I’m not upset. There’s no point. You’re still going to do what you have to. Right?”

He nodded, watching as she checked out of the conversation. She faced the window, staring out of it at the blur of lights.

“Do you want to go home? If that will make you more comfortable, they can take you tonight.”

“No. I’m okay. I don’t want to be on the road in the dark." She told him with a grimace. "I’ll find a way to entertain myself.”

The blur of neon lights transitioned into shades of shadowy grey as they entered the parking garage of the hotel.

“Nestor’s going with me, but Antonio will be here along with…” Daya tuned out as he named the guards that would stay in San Diego with her.

“They’ll take you home in the morning.” She nodded, gathering her bearings as the driver parked.

“Will you be there?”

“I’ll try.” She was disappointed in his answer, but at least he wasn’t getting her hopes up.

Antonio opened her door, and she accepted his warm, calloused hand as she stepped out of the vehicle.

Miguel met her halfway at the back of the truck, opening his arms for a hug. She stepped into them, the smell of his signature cologne washing over her. It relaxed her, and she forced herself to enjoy the moment. She was annoyed at her husband, but she loved him and wanted to appreciate every moment with him.

“Be good.” He whispered in her ear, tone gentle, but serious.

“I can’t make any promises.”

Antonio averted his gaze, turning his back to them. Nestor and the guards followed, choosing instead to focus on different parts of the garage. There were plenty of shadows for a person to hide in, and the couple needed privacy.

Miguel’s arms tightened around her waist, squeezing to let her know he was serious.

“You heard what I said.”

Before she could get a smart response out, she felt his manhood poking against her belly. Miguel wasn’t a tyrant, but he liked to play King of the Jungle sometimes; backing her into corners, and giving her silly ultimatums that he knew she’d rebel against. It was a fun game because it elicited a carnal response in both of them to fight for dominance.

“Be good or else I’m going to have to spank this fat ass.” She gasped as his hands cupped her ass. He squeezed the fat in his hands before jiggling it.

Daya moaned quietly, pinching her plump bottom lip under her teeth.

“You’ve told me what’s behind door number one. Now, what do I get for being a good girl? ‘Cause I have to say door number one doesn’t sound so bad right now.”

He pretended to think, cocking his head to the side. “What’s the saying, ‘happy husband, happy life’?”

Daya pressed a kiss to his chin. “That’s definitely not the saying, but fine. I’ll be good, but you owe me a foot massage for skipping out early.”

“I thought I owed you one because of the heels.”

“Thanks for reminding me.” She would also have to pack his luggage for him. “Three. You’re in the hole for three foot massages, mister. I expect full payment by the end of the month. Got it?” There were plenty of people with better massage skills than her husband, but for some reason, they felt better when they came from him.

“I have no idea how you calculated three, but yes ma’am. I miss you already, conejita.”

Her arms circled his neck, pulling him for a kiss. “I miss you more."

Years of learning each other made it so they were in sync when their lips met, stoking fires in each other that wouldn't be extinguished any time soon.

“I. Love. You.” She told him in between greedy pecks. “Call me when you get a chance, ‘kay?” He nodded, understanding she meant for him to call when he reached the border. She would probably be asleep by the time he made it there, but it made her feel better when he checked in.

“I love you too.”

Entering the luxurious penthouse suite, the first thing Daya did was free herself from the designer death traps disguised as shoes.

There were plenty of amenities for her to enjoy— a jacuzzi style bathtub, and a spacious balcony with a breathtaking view of the bayfront. She intended to make the most of her time alone.

After assuring Antonio she was in for the night and wouldn't need his services, she stripped down to her birthday suit and ran a bubble bath.

The purple bottle was nearly finished from all the bubble baths she'd taken during the week. Whiffs of the lavender essential oil flowed up through her nose as she eased herself down into the rectangular tub. Powerful jets massaged her aching muscles with hot water, washing the day away.

Her hair sat in a messy bun on top of her head, loose strands clinging to her neck. Sweat beaded on her forehead and her hair puffed up with frizz, but she didn't let it bother her.

Old school R&B played on her phone. She could barely hear it over the sound of the jets, but she crooned right along with the singer enthusiastically.

Eventually, the water was too cool to stand and she was forced to get out. With wrinkled palms, she dried herself off with the fluffy white towel.

Wrapping it around her midsection, she settled into the low chair of the vanity. It took some time, but she carefully removed her makeup and moisturized her skin.

Staring at herself in the mirror without all the bells and whistles was always a little humbling. It felt dramatic, like she was in a cheesy coming of age movie or something, but it was eye-opening. So much of her time was spent pretending for others—dressing her body up, and her personality down.

The exclusive parties and expensive accessories were fun, but they weren't everything. Most people that came across her thought she was superficial, but in reality, she was the opposite. She would never be able to convince them otherwise and that was fine.

The people that knew her understood her, and that was all that mattered. She had a close-knit, but complicated relationship with her friend group. Most of them had known each other for years, so there were layers to their relationships.

Daya, her very best friend, Ariel Castillo, and Ezekiel Reyes made up the core group.

The three of them met freshman year when Daya moved to Santo Padre. Along with the pressures of going to a new school, she had to deal with being the small fry in a group of big fish. Ariel and Ezekiel had been there to make the experience bearable. They connected through honor classes and bonded over their shared desire to go somewhere else, and be someone different.

Miraculously, all of them ended up stuck in Santo Padre.

Ariel received a full-ride scholarship to UCLA. She made it through the first year and a half, completing all her core courses, but then her father got sick. She came home to take care of him, but couldn't bring herself to leave again when he got better. So she settled, forgot her dreams of being a surgeon, and went to nursing school. Ariel was great at her job, the best Santo Padre Medical had to offer, but it hadn't been her dream.

Ezekiel hadn't even made it through his first year of college when his mother was shot and killed in his father's store. Her unexpected death made him spiral, sending him on a witch hunt to find out who was responsible. One thing led to another and he made a fatal mistake that ended him up in prison for eight years.

Daya never left Santo Padre for college. She was good with academics in high school, but always had a passion for art. Her mother didn't have any money to put towards college, and she wasn't particularly excited about spending another four years in school. So, she did what she was good at, designing web pages for business owners around Santo Padre. 

It didn't pay great, but it allowed her to make connections. People were impressed with her work and shared it with their friends and partners. With a stroke of good luck, she was able to form the connections and save the money to start her own web development and design company. In thirteen years' time, she expanded the business across California from Santo Padre to Los Angeles, becoming one of the most popular and successful in its industry. Daya had touched more money than she ever thought possible.

She had traveled for a while, creating new stations took time and a lot of energy. In between, she went on trips out of the country, learning about new cultures and customs. It was hard to do with a growing business, but the experiences were worth it.

Eventually, she met Miguel, a kindred spirit who wished to be anywhere but Santo Padre. It was ironic that it was the very place they were both forced to settle. Miguel out of duty, Daya out of love and stability.

People came to Santo Padre from the north, south, east, and west.  From Northern Cali, Arizona, or Mexico. The quaint town was like a vortex, drawing people towards it from all sides. Most were smart enough to pass through, but those that stopped stayed forever.

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Liberated Audio Reviews

Introduction:

The cult Sci-Fi series Blake's 7 has seen great admiration and appreciation in the 40 plus years since its initial broadcast in the UK., continuing to enthrall audience old and new alike. Despite its rather low budget, it possessed some pretty impressive writing and acting from its rotating cast of characters. Despite it being yet another Terry Nation brainchild, the series would evolve beyond the initial proposal/concept of 'Robin Hood in Space' under the direction of Chris Boucher to become something more than just a Star Wars clone.

Over the years, the show's devoted fanbase have poured over the show's 52 episodes and have long clamored, demanded, begged and pleaded with the Powers That Be for some sort of continuation or revival... In spite of the show's rather unorthodox and controversial ending.

After numerous rumors and false starts, which even included a full on audio reboot/reimagining by B7 Media back in late 2007/early 2008, it would be Big Finish Productions that would take up the daunting task of reviving and expanding the Blake's 7 universe starting in February 2012 with the Liberator Chronicles and the Classic Audio Adventures in January 2014.

The Liberator Chronicles are essentially enhanced audiobooks often told in the first person by whichever character is chosen to be the focus of the story. Often they are supported by one or two other cast members in order to help keep things from falling completely into standard audiobook monotony. Before tackling the full cast audios, I shall endeavor to present my thoughts and views on all twelve volumes of the Liberator Chronicles.

Please bear in mind that these reviews are based on my own opinions and no one else's. While I shall endeavor to be as fair as possible, I am not claiming that my opinion is the only one that matters and you are free to agree or disagree with me as you see fit. Just try to keep it civil. So, without further ado, let's get started by examining volume one.

Blake's 7 - The Liberator Chronicles Vol. 1

RELEASED FEBRUARY 2012

Recorded on: 23 September, 11 and 14 October 2011

Recorded at: Moat Studios

Review By Robert L. Torres

The Turing Test by Simon Guerrier

'After evading an attack by Cassini Pirates, the Liberator heads to the rogue moon of Quentil, where Avon and Vila infiltrate a top secret Federation science facility. 

Vila assumes the guise of Dr. Yarding Gill, an expert in digital memory. And Avon is his "creation" - a super-advanced android that could pass for human. In fact, he does...

Can they maintain the ruse long enough to complete their mission? And will the Cassini Pirates catch up with them?'

Chronological Placement:

Series A - set after the events of LC Vol. 7's Disorder, between episodes Mission To Destiny and Duel.

This is a very well written story starring the late Paul Darrow as Kerr Avon, ably supported by Michael Keating as Vila Restal.

I love how the story is structured with Avon recounting these events AFTER the fact, like he was recording then for posterity into a dictaphone. I loved that Guerrier's writing didn't fall into the trap of having Avon try to do other voices or say 'said Blake', 'said Jenna' and so on. Nothing felt disruptive to the narrative and having Vila around never felt intrusive.

Kudos to Michael Keating for slipping back into the role of Vila Restal with relative ease. He will be quite reliable in a support capacity during many of these audios, and even get a chance at the spotlight... Which we will examine in due course. Right now, he lends his exceptional charm in this undercover mission posing as the scientist responsible for "creating" Avon.

Still, this story belongs to Paul Darrow, and he does a great job. It was a great story about what it means to be alive, what it means to be human and even serving as an examination of Avon himself. It was a nice inverse of the usual sort of questions regarding machine life wishing to be more human. Here we have a human considering himself to be more machine than man.

That is the interesting thing about Avon. Most scifi programs that deal with space travel tend to have an archetypical character known as the 'royal smart person'. For Star Trek TOS it was Spock, for Star Trek TNG it was Data, for DS9 it was Dax (and to a certain extent Bashir), for Voyager it was Seven of Nine, for Enterprise it was... Who the hell knows since everyone on that show was an idiot. As for Discovery... I honestly don't know cuz I haven't watched Discovery yet, but that's beside the point.

Avon is exceptional in his characterization only in that his desire to focus on pure logic and suppress his emotions does not come without its own drawbacks. Despite his intellect and skill with computers, he is someone that is also socially and emotionally cut off from others due to an inability to trust. He is also someone that sees the futility in giving over to emotional and irrational hysterics in order to showcase that he cares. Avon's intelligence also comes with a certain amount of ego, as he knows that he is smarter than many of his contemporaries, and much of the logic he embraces stems from a certain degree of self-serving self-interest.

His desire to assist in the situation with the AI android 14 stems from having an affinity with another creature of pure logic, and not wanting such a creature to be exploited and corrupted to further the aims and agendas of the Federation. This story is a great reminder of why Avon is a great antihero, as he is still willing to do the right thing in spite of himself.

Final Score: 8 out of 10 Plasma Bolts

Solitary by Nigel Fairs

‘Vila is in solitary confinement. His friends have abandoned him, his only contact with the world outside is Nyrron, a scientist from the planet Auron.

Amnesiac and confused, Vila attempts to piece together recent events... A mission to Dulcimer 4. An important meeting. And a visit to the jungle world of Terrulis Major.

In the depths of the foliage, the truth is waiting. And it's more terrifying than Vila could possible have imagined...’

Chronological Placement:

Series B - between episodes Redemption and Shadow.

I really do not have much to say about this story as it is profoundly unremarkable and is a major clunker in terms of execution of its concept, as well as the first person narration.

It has some interesting ideas, there is a central mystery that is interesting, with Vila finding himself in solitary confinement and abandoned by his friends, and we are introduced to a semi recurring guest character in the form of Auron scientist Gustav Nyrron, played by Anthony Howell ('Dr. David Keel' of the The Avengers: Lost Episodes range). 

Nyrron himself is an interesting character as an ally for Blake and the Resistance, which begs the question why Cally wasn’t involved in this story as well.  Because for an Auron scientist, he actually spends most of the time acting like either a reasonable interrogator or a benevolent psychiatrist for the imprisoned Vila. 

The whole story itself is not executed terribly well.  The Vila character spends a good chunk of the first few moments talking to himself, and then when Nyrron comes into the narrative, Vila spends the rest of the runtime being asked if he remembers certain events, and then goes on to basically recount events that lead up to meeting Nyrron and then goes on to tell Nyrron things that he already knows about. 

As a Vila centric story, its also not terribly good, not even with certain unexpected revelations made. This story does Vila no favors and we don't learn much about Nyrron either.  Fortunately, those are issues that would end up being rectified in later stories.  Definitely give this one a miss.

Final Score: 4 out of 10 Plasma Bolts

Counterfeit by Peter Anghelides

‘The Bovee Mining Facility: A Federation slave camp worked by disgraced scientists.

The planet shouldn't be of interest but it is: Avon's investigations reveal that it's rich in Illusium, a mineral that can change from one substance to another. With it, the Federation could be invulnerable...

Blake teleports down to Bovee, but gets more than he bargained for. There's another visitor to the facility - and his presence changes the whole game...’

Chronological Placement:

Series A - set after the events of LC Vol. 1's The Turing Test, between episodes Mission To Destiny and Duel.

This is not a bad Blake focus story, with added support from Avon. However, what we get is a pretty standard adventure with Blake hoping to obtain certain materials and destroy the means of that material being reproduced in another effort to cripple the Federation's power. We even get in an appearance by Travis, Blake's personal nemesis, to lure him into a trap.

There isn't a whole lot to say about the story because of how standard and basic it all is. The fact that the story is done on audio does play in well into certain revelations and surprise twists made within the narrative. Many of which I will not speak on as it goes into spoiler territory. Other than that, the story itself is not bad, it is definitely worth a once-over. Its just unfortunate that it is also pretty average and fairly unremarkable.

Final Score: 5 out of 10 Plasma Bolts

Final score for Volume One of The Liberator Chronicles in its entirety is 6 out of 10 Plasma Bolts.

It isn't the best start to the Blake's 7 audio range as it really only has one story out of three to recommend it. Its great to hear the original actors back again, and thankfully they will be served better stories in the volumes to follow.

Special thanks to Craig Brawley of the Big Finish Listeners Facebook Group for his tireless efforts in mapping out the chronology of the audios and determining how they fit in with the established TV continuity.

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A week had nearly passed since she had left Tiala's house. The degree of emotions and thoughts were a flurry turning into a storm the more she lingered on the thought. To Dithaya it had been a matter of honesty and pride in the fact Tiala had wanted to hide her true self from her. Though the ranger hadn't divulged all of her secrets, that was more so to keep others out of being involved and that thought wasn't too far from the bard's mentality and she knew that. It was part of the reason she couldn't be entirely angry with her or feel completely betrayed. But before she tore into her further, she needed to pull away, she needed to breathe. There had been more times than she could count she had destroyed someone with just her words and while it wasn't as bloody as it would with a blade or bare hand, it was just as damning.

She could have stayed in Stormwind, but somehow it was far more calming to be in Kul Tiras. The sea air making her taste salt with each breath, yet still refreshing. Stormsong Valley, though being a darkness that anyone could else, it held its charm with the coastal towns and those in the hills. The ranger finding herself occupying an elderly couple's spare room in exchange for pay and protection. Of course since her arrival it had been quiet, a small sleepy village with the distant sounds of the ocean crawling to the shore.

"Ya' know we don't see many elves in these parts or know much about them aside from mainlander rumors," the wife chimes with her back turned toward Dithaya. "But no matter the creature, ya' can tell something's wrong be it in the heart or head." Lola, the elderly woman's name, now had the elf's full attention as she sat at the dining room table.

"Oh?"

"Ya' walked in here all polite and smiles, but it didn't reach your eyes. Boy break your heart? Cheat on ya'?" She peers back to Dithaya with a perked brow. The motherly intuition was widespread it seemed when the woman felt more of a parental figure than some stranger to the ranger.

"You are partially right, Mrs. Brawley."

"Oh darlin' what did I say about just callin' me Lola, Ma, or just cranky ol' broad?" she chuckles as she brings over the two their brunch. A small fruit assortment with eggs and toast beside a cup of coffee. "So what'd he do?"

"She," Dithaya corrects which didn't phase thr woman at all, but the small twinkle in her eye was an indicator she may have had her wild days. "She revealed to me who and what she truly is, but I have a notion she doesn't know the prior. You see, there is a standing conflict between our kinds. Two of them belong to the Alliance while the others remain on the Horde. I'll summarize, the one she claimed to be I had ties to and though she confided in me what she had hidden, it felt as though I didn't know her at all."

"Mmm," the woman hums while taking a pull from her mug until setting it in front of her. "You're not sure if she says who she says she is now, buy why not try seeing from where she comes from? She had a reason didn't she?"

"She did and it's not as if I don't understand it, but.." Dithaya runs a hand through her mess of a mane to part it all to the right amd sighs. "It's more so she chose to be one of the others putting herself into far more danger. She doesn't think before acting, before speaking, and it leads to her having to learn from her mistakes in that way. It's almost watching a child sometimes and I don't wish to think of her as one.."

"Well sounds t'me she might need to do some more growing up before getting wrapped up in a bunch of messy things like love. Ya' know the ol' sayin'-"

"You need to love yourself before someone else?"

Lola snaps her bony fingers toward Dithaya cackling with a grin. "See ya' get it."

"I told her the same before she revealed herself and I left."

( Mentions: @tialawra )

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ARC Review: The Past and Other Things That Should Stay Buried

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The Past and Other Things That Should Stay Buried by Shaun David Hutchinson

Release: February 19, 2019

Publisher: Simon Pulse

*I received a digital ARC of this title from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review*

I have been a fan of Shaun David Hutchinson’s since The Five Stages of Andrew Brawley hit the shelves back in 2015. I’ve followed him through We Are the Ants (2016), At The Edge of the Universe (2017), and The Apocalypse of Elena Mendoza (2018). I was incredibly excited when I was approved for an ARC of The Past and Other Things That Should Stay Buried but it will be released THIS TUESDAY for those of you as excited as I!

The Past and Other Things That Should Stay Buried follows Dino, a boy destined to run the family funeral home, though he has no desire to do so. He’s a teenager trying to figure out life and, on top of this, his former best friend, July, has unexpectedly died. But, as Dino is preparing her body for burial, July wakes up!? The two then spend their time hiding, discussing unresolved issues from the past, and determining why July has come back from the dead.

Hutchinson brings back his typical dark humor for this book; this isn’t surprising considering there’s an animated corpse running around town. He also brings back his talent for writing complex relationships. Dino and July have a complicated past to work through and, currently, have a second chance to do so. This leads to Hutchinson’s usual discussions centered around subjects (e.g. death, depression) that are typically difficult to discuss. He does this with ease, as always, filling his work with metaphors and awkward situations that help readers digest the content.

This review probably seems short, but I don’t have tons to say other than I very much enjoyed jumping back into one of Hutchinson’s works. He’s always writes weird, quirky topics with a dark humor and zeal that speak to me on a very specific level. I would definitely recommend you get out there to grab a copy of this book on Tuesday! It’s receiving 4 out of 5 Awesome Austin Points! :)

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CAU Homecoming Return: Forever Horrified

by: Madison Ford-McKnight on November 4th,2022

Clark Atlanta University bounced back with their first full week of homecoming activities since COVID began. All current students, staff and alumni were excited to be on the illustrious stomping grounds. Homecoming experiences at HBCUS are extremely vital to our college years, a time to reach new heights. Until it became a horrific week at 223 James P Brawley. 

CAU was the site of a shooting on Oct. 16. 4 individuals were shot during homecoming gathering.

Prior in the week, on Oct. 14, gunfire rang out during G Herbo's performance at one homecoming occasion. Nobody was harmed during this occurrence, even though it could still be traumatic to some. As well as the start of the homecoming festivities, shots rang out at a block party. 

The shots were fired from a vehicle. And there is no word on a suspect. As indicated by police, the tragic event left several injured and occurred around 12:30 a.m. as understudies were outside of Woodruff Library on James P. Brawley Drive for Homecoming weekend.

Three men were shot and taken to Grady Hospital where they were recorded in stable condition. A fourth victim denied treatment. Three of the casualties were students in the AUC. “It was a whole bunch of gunshots … it was shot in rounds. Everybody just started running … it was a lot of chaos,” CAU student Jameah says speaking on her first homecoming experience. “We need better campus safety, and we need a gated community…our community, our school campus is too open to everybody. They allow everybody on campus,” she explained.  Homecoming week is supposed to be a safe, fun, high spirited week. It is a time to come together and enjoy the schools history. 

CAU’s Police Chief Debra Williams said in a statement: “Unfortunately, our students must travel public streets in going between buildings on a daily basis.  We note that the perpetrators were non-students, yet they have access to these thoroughfares. The safety of our students remains our top priority as we continue to work with the City of Atlanta for solutions to senseless violence impacting innocent students and residents.”

There should be more accountability taken and more safety precautions put in place for this campus. Students safety should be top priority and taken seriously, especially for the amount of tuition that is being paid in full. Hopefully next homecoming 2023, there are more measures taken to ensure and energized week. 

Pictured above, screenshots from videos of people running from gunshots in front of the AUC Library

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Quanell X And The Defraudment Of The Black Community

Perry L Duff here. What could anyone claim that is literally one of the greatest problems facing the black society today? Is it poverty? Could it possibly be Unemployment? Would it be crime? How about poor education? Teenage pregnancy? Would it be the incarceration rate? Maybe its drugs?

Amazingly one of the primary problems facing the black community today is the defraudment of the black community by pathetic black leadership. The black community contains a long reputation for one defrauder after another profiting from the community. And this post is in particular about one of those particular defrauders.

Quanell X and the malingering defraudment in the black community

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This is certainly not new but one person I've got to talk about for the moment is Quanell X. People like quanell X is definitely the results of a weak feeble black mindset so gullible that they'll belive any person who preaches the type of diatribe and rhetoric he speaks. And I've seen people like this exploit the black community all of my life.

I have seen it in years past when professional boxers, like Muhammed Ali, and Mike Tyson came forth to expose the truth about the exploitation of boxers by Don King. I've come across it with the Tawana Brawley hoax by Al Sharpton.

Ive seen it with the prosperity preachers, like, Jimmy Swaggert, Zachery Tims, Bishop Eddie Long, Creflo Dollar, and also the "Preachers Of LA".

Quanell X was born Quanell Ralph Evans in Houston, Texas. His parents were in the Nation of Islam, and he was a crack dealer in southern Houston, Texas where he served incarceration in the 1980s for that criminality. He was tossed out of the Nation of Islam for publicly inciting violence. In my honest opinion I think that this was probably the best thing that happened to him.

The NOI, under Farrakhan, has been preaching lies to the black community for decades. And people seem to forget who's death Farrakhan is liable for.......Malcolm X! It would seem that these defrauders also has a hand in the assassination attempt of Khalid Abdul Muhammad.

Nevertheless the biggest reason why I actually never follow people such as this is because of their bad practice of defraudment in the black community. In Houston, complaints came from people who said they paid Quanell X for help they didn't receive. Sandra Laday, investigating her son's murder, gave Quanell X $600. She received no aid from him in any way. Texas resident Hilda Pete, gave Quanell X $9,000 to help get her son off murder charges. He didn't do anything to help her or her son too. Appears that Quanell X asks for cash from all of these people.

Quanell X called for Chuck Rosenthal's resignation in an email scandal involving racist messages and organized a rally. Seems he was paid $20,000 in "consultation fees" to set up these protests for publicity purposes. Can you say shades of Al Sharpton?

So long as black folks are feeble minded enough to hear the defraudment of persons such as this is as long as people like this will continue to exploit them. If they want the facts, the entire truth, and true freedom, then black people need to start reading THE BIBLE, and putting their complete lives, trust, and faith, in God, the father, God the son, and God the holy spirit! NOT MAN! Keep putting your belief and rely upon people similar to this, and they will keep LETTING YOU DOWN by continuously taking advantage of you! It's as fundamental as that.

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Quanell X And The Defraudment Within the Black Population

Perry L Duff here. What would people mention is literally one of the big problems facing the ebony community currently? Is it poverty? Is it Unemployment? Has it been crime? What about poor education? Teenage pregnancy? Might it be the incarceration rate? Maybe its drugs?

Believe it or not one of the largest problems facing the black community today is definitely the defraudment of the black community by pathetic black leadership. The black community has a long reputation of one defrauder after another benefiting from the community. And this post is in particular about one of those defrauders.

Quanell X as well as the malingering defraudment of the african american people

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This is not new but one person I need to talk about at this point is Quanell X. People like quanell X is the consequence of a poor feeble black mindset so gullible that they will belive anybody who preaches the type of diatribe and rhetoric he speaks. And i have seen people like this exploit the black community all my life.

I have seen it in the past when professional boxers, like Muhammed Ali, and Mike Tyson came forth to reveal the reality regarding the exploitation of boxers by Don King. I have seen it with the Tawana Brawley hoax by Al Sharpton.

Ive seen it with the prosperity preachers, like, Jimmy Swaggert, Zachery Tims, Bishop Eddie Long, Creflo Dollar, and the "Preachers Of LA".

Quanell X was born Quanell Ralph Evans in Houston, Texas. His parents were in the Nation of Islam, and he was a crack dealer in southern Houston, Texas where he served prison time in the 1980s for that illegal activity. He was thrown out of the Nation of Islam for publicly inciting violence. In my honest opinion I think that this was most likely the ideal thing that happened to him.

The NOI, under Farrakhan, has been preaching lies to the black community for years. And people seem to forget who's death Farrakhan is responsible for.......Malcolm X! It would seem that these defrauders also had a hand in the assassination attempt of Khalid Abdul Muhammad.

Nevertheless the biggest reason why I myself never follow people similar to this is because of their bad habit of defraudment of the black community. In Houston, complaints originated from individuals who said they paid Quanell X for help they did not receive. Sandra Laday, investigating her son's murder, gave Quanell X $600. She received no help from him in any way. Texas resident Hilda Pete, gave Quanell X $9,000 to help get her son off murder charges. He did nothing to assist her or her son also. Turns out that Quanell X wants cash from these people.

Quanell X requested Chuck Rosenthal's resignation in a email scandal involving racist messages and organized a rally. Seems he was paid $20,000 in "consultation fees" to organize these protests for publicity purposes. Can you say shades of Al Sharpton?

So long as black men and women are feeble minded enough to listen to the defraudment of people such as this is as long as people like this will continue to exploit them. If they want the facts, the full truth, and true freedom, then black people need to start reading THE BIBLE, and putting their complete lives, trust, and faith, in God, the father, God the son, and God the holy spirit! NOT MAN! Keep putting your belief and trust in people similar to this, and they will keep LETTING YOU DOWN by continuously profiting from you! It's as simple as that.

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Quanell X And The Defraudment In the Black Community

Perry L Duff here. What can you claim that is one of the primary problems facing the actual african american people at this time? Is it poverty? Could it possibly be Unemployment? Has it been crime? How about poor education? Teenage pregnancy? Is it the incarceration rate? Maybe its drugs?

Believe it or not one of the primary problems facing the black community today is the defraudment of the black community by pathetic black leadership. The black community has a long history of one defrauder after another benefiting from the community. And this post is in particular about one of those defrauders.

Quanell X and also the malingering defraudment in the black people

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This is certainly not new but one person I need to discuss for right now is Quanell X. People like quanell X is definitely the results of an inadequate feeble black mindset so gullible that they will belive anybody who preaches the type of diatribe and rhetoric he speaks. And i have seen people such as this exploit the black community all of my life.

I have seen it years back when professional boxers, like Muhammed Ali, and Mike Tyson came forth to reveal the truth on the exploitation of boxers by Don King. I've seen it with the Tawana Brawley hoax by Al Sharpton.

Ive seen it with the prosperity preachers, like, Jimmy Swaggert, Zachery Tims, Bishop Eddie Long, Creflo Dollar, and also the "Preachers Of LA".

Quanell X was born Quanell Ralph Evans in Houston, Texas. His parents were in the Nation of Islam, and he was a crack dealer in southern Houston, Texas where he served incarceration in the 1980s for that criminality. He was thrown out of the Nation of Islam for publicly inciting violence. In my honest opinion I think that this was likely the best thing that happened to him.

The NOI, under Farrakhan, has been preaching lies to the black community for years. And people seem to forget who's death Farrakhan is accountable for.......Malcolm X! It would seem that these defrauders also had a hand in the assassination attempt of Khalid Abdul Muhammad.

Nonetheless the biggest reason why I personally never follow people similar to this is because of their bad habit of defraudment in the black community. In Houston, complaints originated from people who said they paid Quanell X for help they didn't receive. Sandra Laday, investigating her son's murder, gave Quanell X $600. She received no aid from him at all. Texas resident Hilda Pete, gave Quanell X $9,000 to help get her son off murder charges. He didn't do anything to support her or her son as well. Seems that Quanell X asks for cash from all of these people.

Quanell X called for Chuck Rosenthal's resignation in an email scandal involving racist messages and arranged a rally. Appears he was paid $20,000 in "consultation fees" to set up these protests for publicity purposes. Can you say shades of Al Sharpton?

So long as black folks are feeble minded enough to hear the defraudment of people like this is as long as people like this will continue to exploit them. If they want the facts, the full truth, and true freedom, then black people need to start reading THE BIBLE, and putting their complete lives, trust, and faith, in God, the father, God the son, and God the holy spirit! NOT MAN! Keep putting your belief and trust in people like this, and they're going to keep LETTING YOU DOWN by continuously profiting from you! It's as simple as that.

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Quanell X And The Defraudment In the African american Population

Perry L Duff here. What would you claim that is in fact one of the biggest problems facing the actual african american people today? Is it poverty? Might it be Unemployment? Is it crime? What about poor education? Teenage pregnancy? Would it be the incarceration rate? Maybe its drugs?

The truth is one of the biggest problems facing the black community today would be the defraudment of the black community by pathetic black leadership. The black community has a long reputation of one defrauder after another profiting from the community. And this post is in particular about one particular defrauders.

Quanell X and the malingering defraudment among the ebony community

Prior to getting started, subscribe to and help grow this post by sharing on facebook, twitter, and instagram. You can see the video for this article at:

Quanel X and the defraudment of the black community Regular contentis going to be produced every weekend.

This is not new but one person I have to talk about at this point is Quanell X. People like quanell X is the resulting a poor feeble black mindset so gullible that they will belive anybody who preaches the kind of diatribe and rhetoric he speaks. And i have seen people like this exploit the black community all my life.

I have seen it years ago when professional boxers, like Muhammed Ali, and Mike Tyson came forth to reveal the truth on the exploitation of boxers by Don King. I've come across it with the Tawana Brawley hoax by Al Sharpton.

Ive seen it with the prosperity preachers, like, Jimmy Swaggert, Zachery Tims, Bishop Eddie Long, Creflo Dollar, and the "Preachers Of LA".

Quanell X was born Quanell Ralph Evans in Houston, Texas. His parents were in the Nation of Islam, and he was a crack dealer in southern Houston, Texas where he served jail time in the 1980s for this criminality. He was thrown out of the Nation of Islam for publicly inciting violence. In my honest opinion I do think that this was most likely the most sensible thing that happened to him.

The NOI, under Farrakhan, has been preaching lies to the black community for years. And people seem to forget who's death Farrakhan is liable for.......Malcolm X! It would seem that these defrauders also has a hand in the assassination attempt of Khalid Abdul Muhammad.

Nonetheless the # 1 reason why I myself never follow people like this is because of their bad habit of defraudment in the black community. In Houston, complaints came from people who said they paid Quanell X for help they did not receive. Sandra Laday, investigating her son's murder, gave Quanell X $600. She received no assistance from him in anyway. Texas resident Hilda Pete, gave Quanell X $9,000 to help get her son off murder charges. He did nothing to help her or her son also. Appears that Quanell X wants cash from all of these people.

Quanell X requested Chuck Rosenthal's resignation within a email scandal involving racist messages and organized a rally. Appears he was paid $20,000 in "consultation fees" to arrange these protests for publicity purposes. Can you say shades of Al Sharpton?

As long as black men and women are feeble minded enough to hear the defraudment of persons like this is as long as people like this will continue to exploit them. If they want the facts, the whole truth, and true freedom, then black people need to start reading THE BIBLE, and putting their complete lives, trust, and faith, in God, the father, God the son, and God the holy spirit! NOT MAN! Keep putting your faith and trust in people such as this, and they will keep LETTING YOU DOWN by continuously gaining from you! It's as simple as that.