AND IT"S ALL ABOUT WOMEN! (Well, mostly) 
For those in the ballpark of THIRTY years old right now, you may have already witnessed the changing of the guard, at least the beginning of it. That cute high school cheerleader that wouldn't give you the time of day ..... the sexy socialite who would only bother to look at you if you were the quarterback of the high school football team, or you were that one in fifty thousand rich kid who drove a new corvette to high school. Then you hit 30 and happen to see these same untouchables on the street one day and they're saddled with a couple of kids, fathered by the neighborhood scrub, their movie star looks are waning and they're suddenly at the bottom of the romantic food chain and all over you like a cheap toupee. You guys know that part.
But there's more to it. ASSUMING you're not a bum, druggie or some type of unsavory POS, every ten years older you get, your romantic allure doubles! Here's what happens .... sadly ..... as you age, particularly for Black men, so many of your counterparts die off. As a race, we are in such bad health that our natural causes death curve begins much too early. We also lose a disproportional number of men to violence and homosexuality. Due to a lack of options and opportunities enjoyed by other races, the amerikkkan just-us system hits us disproportionately hard. As a consequence we are well represented in the penitentiaries of amerikkka. Point is, by the time you hit around fifty, you will be swatting them off like a rock star. And if you're in the ballpark of eighteen now and fifty sounds far away ..... LOL, you just watch! Life goes by like the blink of an eye. And the more you have your shit together by that time, it only compounds what I'm telling you. Stay alive, save as much as you can. Resist your programming to be an insatiable consumer. Buy what you need, not what makes others say ooh and ahh. Financing is the DEVIL in all but the rarest cases. If you need the bank's help to have it, then you can't afford it. (Yes, I grant that there are exceptions but as a GENERAL rule it has merit) Adopt MINIMALISM to the best degree you're able. And remember that your dick can be your best friend or your worst enemy, never give him the steering wheel cause he don't give a FUCK about you!
Black amerikkkans and their misguided affinity for luxury cars. The single worst investment there is and we top the list.... If I had it all to do over again, I'd have bought a Ford Ranger 4x4 pickup back in the late 70's and kept it running FOREVER. New rotors are about 25 dollars for them. Go price the rotors for that BMW you love. All the dough I wasted on cars would likely put an extra 100K in my pocket now. Oh well, that's a topic for another post.
At fifty, you'll have MAJOR money.... now, retire.... You've now worked about thirty years, you'll get SS at 62 and you have more than enough to care for yourself for the 12 year gap with loads and loads left over. Get a very high deductible medical insurance policy till you're 65 and can replace it with Medicare. High deductible medical policies pay for heart attacks, strokes, and shit like that, and not much else. Medical care is comparatively dirt cheap in the developing world, you can pay out of pocket for the small stuff. So, get on a jet, go to the cheap paradise of your liking where 500 USD a month buys a comfortable life, and just chill, romp in the hay with supermodel looking beauties, feast on rum, pork and pineapple till the Grim Reaper comes a callin' .... (keep eatin' that pork, or any other red meat for that matter and he will expedite his visit)
I try to help where I can cause I learn a lot from most of you guys. I'm stunned at how intelligent and worldly some of you guys are. Some of you guys are far wiser than I was when I was the same age. There IS hope!
For those in the ballpark of THIRTY years old right now, you may have already witnessed the changing of the guard, at least the beginning of it. That cute high school cheerleader that wouldn't give you the time of day ..... the sexy socialite who would only bother to look at you if you were the quarterback of the high school football team, or you were that one in fifty thousand rich kid who drove a new corvette to high school. Then you hit 30 and happen to see these same untouchables on the street one day and they're saddled with a couple of kids, fathered by the neighborhood scrub, their movie star looks are waning and they're suddenly at the bottom of the romantic food chain and all over you like a cheap toupee. You guys know that part.
But there's more to it. ASSUMING you're not a bum, druggie or some type of unsavory POS, every ten years older you get, your romantic allure doubles! Here's what happens .... sadly ..... as you age, particularly for Black men, so many of your counterparts die off. As a race, we are in such bad health that our natural causes death curve begins much too early. We also lose a disproportional number of men to violence and homosexuality. Due to a lack of options and opportunities enjoyed by other races, the amerikkkan just-us system hits us disproportionately hard. As a consequence we are well represented in the penitentiaries of amerikkka. Point is, by the time you hit around fifty, you will be swatting them off like a rock star. And if you're in the ballpark of eighteen now and fifty sounds far away ..... LOL, you just watch! Life goes by like the blink of an eye. And the more you have your shit together by that time, it only compounds what I'm telling you. Stay alive, save as much as you can. Resist your programming to be an insatiable consumer. Buy what you need, not what makes others say ooh and ahh. Financing is the DEVIL in all but the rarest cases. If you need the bank's help to have it, then you can't afford it. (Yes, I grant that there are exceptions but as a GENERAL rule it has merit) Adopt MINIMALISM to the best degree you're able. And remember that your dick can be your best friend or your worst enemy, never give him the steering wheel cause he don't give a FUCK about you!
Black amerikkkans and their misguided affinity for luxury cars. The single worst investment there is and we top the list.... If I had it all to do over again, I'd have bought a Ford Ranger 4x4 pickup back in the late 70's and kept it running FOREVER. New rotors are about 25 dollars for them. Go price the rotors for that BMW you love. All the dough I wasted on cars would likely put an extra 100K in my pocket now. Oh well, that's a topic for another post.
At fifty, you'll have MAJOR money.... now, retire.... You've now worked about thirty years, you'll get SS at 62 and you have more than enough to care for yourself for the 12 year gap with loads and loads left over. Get a very high deductible medical insurance policy till you're 65 and can replace it with Medicare. High deductible medical policies pay for heart attacks, strokes, and shit like that, and not much else. Medical care is comparatively dirt cheap in the developing world, you can pay out of pocket for the small stuff. So, get on a jet, go to the cheap paradise of your liking where 500 USD a month buys a comfortable life, and just chill, romp in the hay with supermodel looking beauties, feast on rum, pork and pineapple till the Grim Reaper comes a callin' .... (keep eatin' that pork, or any other red meat for that matter and he will expedite his visit)
I try to help where I can cause I learn a lot from most of you guys. I'm stunned at how intelligent and worldly some of you guys are. Some of you guys are far wiser than I was when I was the same age. There IS hope!
Last edited:
