The Low Bar of Public Service in the District

As much as we feel it is a burden sometimes, our civil duty to drag ourselves to the polls every year or so can be quite daunting. The process of making time out of our day to go vote is something we don’t want to be wasted, especially when you learn a few years later that vote was cast for a corrupt crook who felt the need to steal your hard earned tax dollars for personal gain. Unfortunately, this has become the norm in the District of Columbia.

On June 6th of this year, another local politician with a bright future was publicly exposed of his sneaky, greedy violation of our public trust. The incumbent councilmember for Ward 5, Harry Thomas, Jr (HTJ), was accused by our (non-elected) Attorney General of using $300,000 of city grants funneled through charity and youth baseball groups for personal use. Not only that, he did what every typical person does when they receive a lot of money they never been able to touch before: he headed straight to the car dealership, traded in his $69,000 Audi SUV for a $39,000 Chevy Tahoe. smh. Why is this guy still in office? After the FBI and IRS raided HTJ’s house on Dec. 2nd, I must say I was thoroughly embarrassed as a DC resident.

The thing is, this is nothing new. My fellow District residents and myself have been through this before a number of times, as recently as 2009 when Marion Barry got caught again having shady dealings with another one of his girlfriends. This time it involved getting reimbursed money from a contract his office awarded her, which put tens of thousands of dollars in the pockets of those of his choosing. This is taxpayer’s money! I know how Mr. Barry doesn’t like to pay his taxes. But for those of us who do, we surely don’t like for it to be used to fill the pockets of your friends. If that is the case, why am I paying taxes in the first place? I can keep that money and pay a bill or something.

I can easily say we have no one to blame but ourselves because we’re the ones who put these jerks in office. But many do come in the clothing of a shephard. They will wear Christ on their shirt to prove to you they’re a trustworthy person. If their family has a history in the community, they will ride that into the ground just to show they been here fighting for you. And beware of the creatures of the civil rights era who have long lost their way. These people have turned this way of capturing your imagination into an artform. Don’t be fooled by it. Staying vigilent in what you believe in and what you expect from your public servants is key.

Sometimes, we have to get a little Iowan in us and start grilling our candidates for public office like we’re putting our very own children in their care. They may not like it as much and will most likely push back, but its the burden they must carry in order to sit in a comfortable well-paid seat such as the office of a DC Councilmember making around $130,000 a year.




Rotation of life has its charms and also its moments of bewilderment. The true nature of any beast relies heavily on your reaction to it. The more you freak out, the more things seem worst. Maintaining a pure sense of reality and strong will for self are the essential tools needed to go up against the curveballs of life.

As my life would have it, I recently became a member of the 9% unemployed in America. One would assume, in this economy which is teetering on the brink of another reception (did it ever end?), that I would drive myself insane from the worry of not knowing when the next job opportunity to come. But I’m not easily persuaded to give up all hope. I could have. Hell, it took a whole 6 weeks before my unemployment benefits were approved and funds issued. A very hard 6 weeks, I might add. Luckily, I had the pleasure of meeting a select few individuals who kept a hand on my back and held me in their prayers. Grateful, indeed.

The key is to flow with the chakra of life, keeping yourself the main focus of your success while not getting bogged down in the unnecessary drama. The unnecessary leads to defeat…and I’m not ready to take a bow.


DC Cabbies vs. SE Residents

  I wonder sometimes when the hypocrisy will stop. It’s sort of an open fact in DC that taxicabs do not serve Southeast DC. If you so happen to be downtown trying to get home, flag down a cab and he ask where you going. As soon as you say southeast, the cab driver tells you he doesn’t go there or is headed in a different direction (bull), Unfortunately, this is the norm in our city and no one seems to want to do anything about it.

The thing that really amazes me is the taxi industry in DC are seeking the raise fares and have more say in regulation. Really??? Before DC cabbies demand more money in their pockets from everyday folks here in our great city, they first must show some damn respect for residents in southeast and put a stop to this open discrimination. Cabbies have made it very clear that money from southeast residents are no good, useless in their eyes. Want to know the ironic part? This i an open fact in DC.

If DC cabbies are concerned about their safety when accepting rides to and from southeast, maybe those individuals should seek a different line of work. You rarely hear Metro bus drivers refusing to pick up passengers because they’re concerned about their safety.

I wonder what Marion Barry think about this. *crickets*


Happy B-Day, Nate!

Nate Solomon

I just wanted to take a moment and send a special Happy Birthday to one of my closest friends, my homie Nate Solomon. Both him and his twin celebrate this great day of their lives.

Nate and I have know each other for years now. When we first met, the intentions was for something other than friendship. Hmm….can’t change fate. Our bond has grown so tight to where I really can’t go a day without knowing he’s cruising through it with nothing but hope and optimism the way I am. Good people can’t be denied.

The past year has not been an easy walk for me. Throughout all of my personal financial issues that nearly left me homeless more than I can count on my hands to the bad awful breakup from someone who wanted to use and destroy my life just because his was gone. Man, when I tell you my bestie was there through it all. And the truth is, it was not expected.

Weight gain, depression, low self-esteem. All nearly crippled me. I don’t need those three as my friends. I have a better one. A friend who opened up his heart to love me for who I am. Rare.

So, I say to you Nate. I love you and I thank you for being my ace boon coon….through the worst and happy times.

Your friend always,



Welcome and thanks for visiting my new website, If anything, I’ll mostly just be running my mouth about politics, the roads I take in this life of mine and everyday things that pop up in my head.  I am one who accepts risk and take on challenges like eating a whole box of cupcakes without thinking twice about the possible weight gain or heart-attack. This has been the fine print in my life since the day I was born. You take things for what they are and keep it moving.

I’m a huge political junkie. Everyone in my life knows this. Growing up under the great presidency of Bill Clinton can really change a young man’s life. He understood how government can work for you while acknowledging that you, an American citizen, must also do your part. The aura of that can do spirit was supported by his belief in civil rights for all and special privileges for none, in giving poor people a hand up rather than a handout and showing that work was better than welfare. Inspiration that can last many generations.

This site is still a work in progress…just as your life would be. You’re never complete until your heart stops. Join in on the conversation and actually stand for something.