Hello Santa

For the record, I am Santa Claus. I’m not fat with a white beard wearing all red so you can shoot me, but a skinny brown man with an afro. Doesn’t really fit the picture of Santa does it?

Any who, I’ve become frustrated with life again. NO this isn’t some sappy ass suicide note. I mean, I never really understood suicide. The world makes you mad and then you turn around and kill your self… sounds counter intuitive. I also never understood why people want to shoot up school and random public areas. Sounds unsatisfying.

My idea of justice is bringing all of the people in the world together and coming as one. But will that ever happen? hmm, probably not but when I get stuck in these types of thoughts I think back to what my flamboyant ass full tier supervisor at work says to me, “Here you come with some more bullshit!”

Now I personally don’t think its bullshit when I begin to reach out and grab the unknown, only to watch it fade away as it falls through the depths of this atmosphere. Its really just me being… ME.

As McSwain has sad multiple times to me, I just talk a lot of bullshit.

Well guess what? I’m tired of people coming at me with bullshit because what I preach about is how this damn world should really work. We need democratic socialism. We need equality. We need to help the poor and feed the needy. We really need to act like Jesus. Whats funny is that half of America loves and praises Jesus Christ but when we get a Democratic socialist like Bernie Sanders running for office y’all act like the Bible is nonexistent.

Now does it sound like I’m talking a lot of bullshit now?

I certainly do not think so but if you do go ahead and comment that so I can delete it like the petty ass nigga I am. haha!

 

 

I’m Keeping It Real!

Whoa! Here we are once again. The month that gets cold in certain states and snow falls. Plus the fat guy in the red suit comes down your chimney and supposedly leaves you some presents. We all know its our parents. I’m not gonna lie to my kids about Santa, whats the point? I’d hate to be the parent who has to tell there kid at the age of 10 that there isn’t no Santa Claus like for real. I know there are some people out there who are with me. Telling yo kids a lie, this ain’t no little lie…this a BIG lie. Yo kid be sitting there crying for 3 hours about how there isn’t no Santa Claus, plus we in the age of “Technology is The Future” meaning yo kid who is 10 years old got a facebook. He/She all over facebook telling his/her friends there ain’t no Santa Claus. Guess who all the parents gonna look at for ruining there children’s happiness on Christmas Eve, yeah they gonna be looking at yo stupid ass for telling. “But we gotta tell our kids sooner or later”. Maybe if you didn’t tell them in the first place that there isn’t no Santa Claus and that we get the presents that make you piss your pants in the morning because of extreme amounts of joy! When I get some kids I’m gonna keep it real with them all the way. “Look thats a bear, when their little there all nice cute and cuddly, when they get older there vicious and deadly. They will maul you to death if they catch you in the forest by yo self”. I’m just gonna keep it real with them. “Boy you better not touch that spider, you touch it its gonna bite you and kill you”. Simple as that, he gets scared and stays away. see how easy that was? Y’all wanna be all oh I’m not gonna tell my baby that. WELL I AM! I know this is sort but this was just on my mind. You people have a nice day, I’m finna go sip on my egg nogg and go watch my skate videos.  Comment!