You remember too much,
my mother said to me recently.
Why hold onto all that?
And I said,
Where do I put it down?
A romantic comedy where a girl meets a guy and really likes him, then later on meets a girl she also likes and she is tearing herself up trying to choose between the two, only to find out in the end…
These 3 tweets hit the nail on the head for me.
And with that said, I won’t say anymore about Madiba today. He’s lived a long life. He was 95. He’s now at peace. I just don’t like how the mainstream press is framing his life in a very easy and digestible narrative, but that is to be expected. It really is nauseating to see imperialistic vultures chiming in with their condolences. I mean, we have people who were part of a system that sought to crush Mandela weighing in to tell us about what an exemplary man he was. My words cannot express how disgusting that is, but the show must go on. All that is left is for Dick Chaney and P.W. Botha’s children to start singing Mandela’s praises.
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Vodou in Brooklyn
Vodou’s busiest month is November, when Vodouisants celebrate Gede, the spirit who embodies death and resurrection. Gede is a raucous energy: dancing to the drums, blessing people, drinking liquor soaked in hot peppers and rubbing talcum of his face. He has an elaborate and complex personality.
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