Joyanna Adams

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A Few Fun Things to Talk About While Eating Turkey

Nobody Wins

Here’s something to talk about around your family Turkey dinner…the 10 worst business decisions.

I’ll add one more: Don’t go shopping in downtown Ferguson on Black Friday.

Have a GREAT Thanksgiving everyone!

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November 26, 2014 Posted by | Life, Uncategorized | | 2 Comments

Presidential Turkeys That Pardon

My mother didn't send this...did she?

My mother didn’t send this…did she?

Nobody Wonders

It seems fitting that Presidents have to “pardon” turkeys before Thanksgiving. (Most of them having been turkeys themselves.) So, I thought we’d compare the style of a few of them:

"I'll give you a pardon, if you get the union workers to get off my back."

“I’ll give you a pardon, if you get the union workers to get off my back.”

"Nice butt!"

“Nice butt!”

Obama turkey

I. King Obama, Do Pardon you and your white family…for one whole day. You’re welcome.”

 

November 26, 2014 Posted by | humor, Uncategorized | | 1 Comment

You Don’t Know What You’ve Got Till’ It’s Gone

Nobody Knows

“Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.” Police angel

——sang Joni Mitchell in the sixties in her hit song, “They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.”

Never mind that Joni Mitchell was the voice of the new “Mother Earth” movement, now evolved into the global warming—- I’ve always liked that line, because it’s true.

And now, just imagine if we didn’t have the police.

I was thinking about the police today, who, all over the country are getting bombarded with rocks, Molotov cocktails, and bullets…and attacked by Obama, and his black race-baiting goons. Obama always insinuating that the cops are always discriminating against blacks—-and I thought about the times cops literally saved my life.(At least three times.)

It would be a good time for people to start telling some good cop stories. So here’s my first:

The first time I was saved by a cop came when I was in my twenties. I was playing downtown St. Louis, in a band called The Ralph Butler Band. Ralph Butler, was the singer, and the only black guy in the group. He had a beautiful voice and could do a great Stevie Wonder, who at the time, was all the rage.

It was his band, and there was five white musicians backing him up. Ralph always did great songs for a drummer: A lot of Earth Wind and Fire….I loved to play funk, and I remember that night as if it was a few minutes ago. It was a small rock club, in a seedy part of town, but very popular with the college kids.

Back then, the bars closed at one pm. After they got the last drunk out by 1:30, you had to tear down the P.A. and the equipment. To dismantle my drums, and put them in cases, and load them on a van, usually took about an hour.

I remember that night. It was about 2:30 pm, when I finally walked alone to the back of the bar where my car was parked to go home. Of course, it was in a dirt lot, no lights, so you can imagine my shock when I turned the corner of the building to the back of the bar, and saw six BIG, VERY big black guys surrounding my car. I have NO idea if they were going it to steal it, because trust me, it was just a Duster, not exactly a car you would want.

And these were not kids. They all had nice leather coats on. Nice clothes. Most of them look to be in their 40’s.

In my typical fashion, whenever faced with a difficult situation, I always went into my, “HEY what’s happening guys?!” And I said it in my most happy smile…as if, I knew they were all good people and were just standing around in the dark, in the middle of the city, NOT expecting a young blond, and meant me no harm. (Not that I believed that for one minute.)

And I don’t think they were expecting me. Not one of them said a word.Police angels 2

So I ask them again..”Uh, what’s going on guys?”

Silence. Loooooooooooog silence. I don’t recall now, exactly what else I said, but a jabbered on for about a minute, while they never left their spots. I dare not even try to get in the car as one man had the door blocked.

It was then I knew I was in trouble. Did they want the car….or me? There was no one around for miles. The guys in the band were either inside or gone. I was alone.

And then, out of NOWHERE, and I mean that literally, because it was an off-street, in a dark alley, came a cop car, siren blasting, and he drove right up to my car, actually, he speeded up to the car, where everyone was standing.

He jumped out. “Hey!” he said as he got out of his car. What are you guys doing? Break it up! Go on!…Get out…” police angel 3

The black men, slowly, and I mean as slow as they stood there…just walked away.

Still not saying a word.

I thanked the cop, profusely, and he said, “Miss, you’d better go.”

Deep in my gut, I knew if that cop had not shown up at the exact moment that he did, something really bad would have happened to me.

Call it a guardian angel, call it anything. But, I STILL remember that cop’s face. He did not back down to those men. He was literally, my knight in shining cop car armor.

Last night in Ferguson, the police stood by while Ferguson burned. Not because they wanted to, but because they are not supposed to interfere. They have orders to take the abuse. They have orders to sit and let them loot. They are being attacked by their own President. They are being blamed for all the evil of the blacks who are criminals and scum, and they are being told NOT to do their jobs.

Most of them join to protect the public, it a job most of us wouldn’t want, but they do it without complaint. It’s one of the most stressful jobs there is.

Today, one black lady who had watched her business burn to the ground wondered why did the cops let their businesses burn? Why?

Well, as Joni would say, “You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.” How many times had she bad mouthed the police to her customers? Nobody Wonders.

Although Ferguson wasn’t a paradise by anyone standards, it was home to many.

And tonight I pray, that God blesses the police, and keep them all safe.

By the way, if YOU have any good cop stories, please share.

(Or email them to me and I will post them.)

 

November 26, 2014 Posted by | black violence | , | 1 Comment

   

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