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HEY! Today's episode of Tam's Rant is brought to you by the Letter Q and the Number 8. Tam's Rant is also sponsored by Grace Brothers Menswear. Don't worry if the trousers are too tight, they'll ride up with wear. Now, to the Rant at hand. I guess the title is kind of questionable. However, it's exactly what it is. We just don't need another Savior. I mean, those of us who believe in God have the good King Jesus, the Late, Great JC, so we should be just fine. But it appears that many people are grasping for more salvation from wherever it can be found. Lately, I have read so many things that make me feel as if people want someone or something to improve their lives. Women want a man (or woman) to come and make all of their pain go away. People want some kind of legislation to make them gainfully employed again and parents want a magical vote to keep a school system divided or to unify a city. Everyone needs a hero or something and it befuddles me ro

'Ello! I don't think I'll have to provide much backup in explaining what the title of my blog is referring to. To those who aren't sure, Frayser High School has made news for having 90 pregnant students. Ninety. Like ten less than a hunnerd. Apparently, this story has made its way around the country and has caused quite a stir amongst everyone in the area. The heat and attention led to Kriner Cash making some kind of lie about there being a program. There is debate about the existence of said program for pregnant fokes, but either way, there is indeed a problem. Well, several. Allow me to share. *First and foremost, there aren't 90 pregnant students, it should be 180 pregnant students. That is the biggest problem for me. It goes back to society's tendency to place the blame and worry in the laps of the mothers. She didn't turkey baste herself, did she? Since I first heard about this issue, so much emphasis has been placed on the young ladies.

This is probably going to be a highly controversial note, but it just needs to come out. I strongly encourage opinions and thoughts to be shared because that's how I roll. If you can't be respectful, then you know how I rolls on that too. As you can see by my title, I have posed a question. I am not asking about myself, but in general.. Somewhere in time, there came this mentality that being Black was not just about race. Apparently, it is an experience, a burden, a joy, a pain, a wish, a steppingstone, an honor, a curse, an attitude.. ..a dream.. ..a nightmare.. ..a mentality.. ..a whole lot more than the box you check when you apply for a job. This is why I am a bit curious. When did being Black become so much more than your race? Why is it now an all encompassing being? Is it really like that symbiote that took over Eddie that changed his very attitude? All of this pondering stemmed from Sheila Johnson's little janky comments about Oprah's network not

In the midst of all my message board trolling, I realized that people are severely miserable. Anytime an article about the sad death of the 9 year old little girl in Tucson draws negative comments, we have a problem. People have lost the ability to simply shut up, and have instead decided to exercise their 1st Amendment rights to be penises. By no means am I suggesting that people lose that right, but it seems as people's misery is at an all time high..and they decide that it must be spread at any cost. In the real world, not the scripted reality show, but the REAL world with the light bills, negativity reigns supreme. People can't talk about anything without being bombarded with disrespectful words or being condemned. I'm not talking about those who keep it real and tell you the truth, but those who are just angry. Bitter...like my auntie's greens. You tell someone you're going to lose weight, but they're the first to tell you that you won't do it.

HEY! It's not last year no more! So that means, for at least a few of you, that you're doing something different than you were last week. For others, you're likely practicing the fine art of insanity and awaiting a change. Whatever floats your boat or finds your lost remote, sons. Well, I decided to helps myself to being honest about a few things. As usual, there's no need to try figuring out who is what or trying to see who "needs to read this", just bask in my honesty and fix me some chicken. 1. Let's leave the relationship drama behind. All that back and forth goings on amongst adults is tiring. Instead of joining the "On & Off" club, leave the light off. Yeah, I said it. I have heard people say that "well, we have worked out our issues and all is well". I strongly doubt that is factual. In many cases, one party (or both) is going to make whatever temporary changes necessary to get that person back. When you think