From Oprah’s Mouth – “I Have Not Waivered”

LEAVING NEVERLAND has got many Michael Jackson fans and haters in an tizzy. Half of us have conspiracy theories "Oh he just likes kids" "oh he just never had a childhood". And the other half of us can see thru the bullshit. Half of us believe that Michael's celebrity status protected and insulated him; the other half believes that dead or alive, "MJ is the biggest pedophile on Earth. And he died just in time before Social Media could eat him whole.

Well, altho Oprah's been wrong in the past, she's grown more aware than I've even seen her and I'm riding with her.

Below is the link to her appearance on Trevor Noah's DailyShow where she doubles down "I have not wavered." Even tho MJ supporters have created rumors to say she changed her mind, even tho there are efforts to remove these facts from the internet, I'm sharing this for all those who need some truth in their lives. Face the music; during a certain period in MJ's life, he became a creep... a prodator, and thats just unfortunate. But deal with it

Google

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1MmcZ2BmHzLcmpo_MGl4LMnNuhXT_C7w4/view?usp=sharing

Dropbox

https://www.dropbox.com/s/oq89ithuqovo3kk/oprah%20trevor%20leaving%20neverland.MOV?dl=0

John Cluchette – Soledad Brother Now Free

I was moved to edit/upload this clip in honor of The now freed Soledad Brother, John Cluchette. There’s just not enough exposure and spotlight on what I consider “the right things” in our everyday social media diet. So I’ll leave this here for you... in Honor of John Cluchette and the Soledad Brothers...

Clutchette, John, 1943-

Biography:

One of three African American inmates at California's Soledad Prison known as The Soledad Brothers. The three were charged with the murder of white prison guard on January 16, 1970. They purportedly shot the guard in retaliation for the shooting deaths of three black prisoners during a prison fight in the exercise yard three days earlier. On March 27, 1972, Clutchette and Drumgo were acquitted by a San Francisco jury of the original charges of murdering a prison guard.

Gonna place this right here... Good Morning

Posted by Relentless Aaron on Wednesday, April 10, 2019

Nipsey Hussle Rest In Peace

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Just to be transparent about this, I have been experiencing crying spells throughout the past two days. The people closest to me don’t even know this. But in the supermarket or driving or just in the privacy of my own bedroom I have become extremely emotional about this loss and the idea that a man can go so far and so hard to effect change, to become a mentor and a leader in his community, only to be cut down by someone who he gave access to. This encounter stands to challenge any iota of goodwill that one has planned. You’re made to question your immediate circumstances and your immediate circle. Today and for the last few days, I have been reaching out to you and speaking with an enormous amount of friends and associates. And I’m here to tell you that I am about the journey and long life and whatever it takes to sustain the same. Im not gonna allow HipHop, the misery of the streets, or "keepin it real in da hood" interrupt the promise and prosperity that I’m working for. So far, my 54 years on this Earth have allowed me to find and understand peace. But while this post is an affirmation for myself, it is indeed my determined initiative to stare at life and to expect the most it has to offer, no matter what it takes. God bless you all and thank you for embracing and loving me #nipseyhussle #entrepreneur Sway Calloway #dlhugley

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One Of My Talented Friends – Keith David

Can't Say enough about Keith. On stage and off, he delivers. All I can say is "AUTHENTIC"

Re-Thinking The RKelly Story

APOLOGIES... WHILE I USUALLY like to think outside of the box and objectively about issues that effect our community, I feel like my recent comments on RKelly and the "Surviving R Kelly" doc would feel insensitive to many who have seen the broadcast, as well as to those who are on the front lines in social work, in education and addressing the dysfunction that plagues us. There are different variations of the doc that are shown on different platforms. I've seen a lot of this in the earlier BBC presentation. And of course, our network news gives us the short and ugly, the talk shows and bloggers give us their versions, there's the entire doc that could be seen on Lifetime (or the firestick if you have that access), there are Facebook pages that stream just certain parts of it over and again #repeat and there are all sorts of varying perspectives about something thats already very ugly. No matter how the issues blend; the celebrity and the fame, the age issues, the entertainment industry excusing this abuse, the twisted, seedy and unusual sex, and this whole thing about abuse, enslavement, etc. It is still a picture and a story that RKelly created.

This is HIS fault however it plays on our minds. There's no "box" that this can be packaged into and no way to dissect these insidious acts, simply because

1) there's so much of it, 2) because its been the same repeated practice for over a decade, and 3) we cannot ignore the damage; even if they went in naive, wanton or even driven to this magnet... even if the law hasn't caught up with him... they are still hurting. Thats never good.

And even tho this doc is one perspective on the activity thats been hidden in plain sight, even tho these acts have been taking place in our midst for a long time in "pimp culture" in music, movies and in adult entertainment, all of it broadly accepted and embraced, or secretly so, its still a dark side of life that I don't subscribe to. Women in pain (Black, White or other) is something that I don't agree with. And as much as I've written about this stuff, none of you have likely researched my writings in the entirety in order to draw a clear picture of how I receive and feel about it. Hell, depending on hormonal balance a lot of us don't speak from the heart.
But I'm speaking from my heart now when I say that RKelly is just as bad as BillCosby. He's just as bad as WoodyAllen and just as bad as EddieLong. I'm not a fan of any of these cats and don't agree with how they've used their fame and influence to take advantage of underage, impressionable beings. Okay yes, the argument about the legal age to get married is crazy:

"To marry in Georgia, you must be at least 16 years old. If you are under the age of 18, you cannot get a marriage license without parental consent." And its likely different in other states.
"Texas law permits individuals who have reached the age of majority (18) to get married without parental consent. However, those 14 and older may get married with the consent of their parents or legal guardians."

"Mississippi's marriage age statutes are that minors under minimum age may obtain license with parental consent and approval of court. Minor females age 15 yrs. and older and males 17 yrs. and older but under 21 may obtain license with parental consent and court order."

Yo, these numbers are bananas. I can't even look at a woman that young in that way. But I can imagine what thats about. I can imagine men taking advantage of that situation. It's so deep and widespread, and the issues worsen when you add the peeing and the brainwashing and the physical and mental abuse. It calls on any right-minded individual to use common sense... to "put 2+2 together" to "jump to conclusions" and "assume the worst" even tho the law does not agree with that. All those folks that proudly announce "I don't care. I'm just here for the music" and "Those women are fast" and "they can walk away if they want to... theres no chains on them..." I already shake my head at the ignorance therein, so then why would I want to walk that thin line where you (my own friends and followers) might question my won sharp wit and/or lack thereof?
Sure, I'm well-rounded and clear about a lot of things; but I don't know it all. I will agree that I am not well-rounded when it comes to experiencing this kind of behavior. Thank God I haven't been raped or molested. And its just reality (when in Rome) that I must have a heart where it relates to any issues that touch on sensitive subjects such as this.

Im so sorry that my voice is not as perfect as I'd like and that I don't "follow the crowd" when it comes to issues like these. I'm radical and polarizing at times, yes. But I'm sorry that this industry that I'm a part of turns its back on victims of these crimes.

I'm also sorry if my words have hurt you personally; no way for me to know what you've been thru. But let me also drop this: I have spoken out strongly about the fact that this is going on everyday in marriages, in male-female relationships where money, power and convenience traps women into unwanted circumstances, right here in our neighborhoods/under our noses, and there's no "Lifetime doc" to cover the hurt and pain going on. However, to maintain perspective and to not muddy an already ugly reality, let me stay on point and apologize for my earlier perspective. It is not the inspiring direction Ive taken in life and I never want to just sling bows and arrows at people I don't know, circumstances I'm not as familiar with. There are a lot of you that connect to me on various levels. So I must speak to all of you and not make excuses, and also ask forgiveness.
Will you forgive me?

Here is a very deep related video I watched today:

Cannot be overlooked...

Easy Like A Relentless Sunday Morning…

My Sunday morning is interesting: it starts with waking up to make a $40 fish fry order. Except, before I jump up from bed to wash my hands, to pour pre-packaged fish and fries into an air fryer and then waiting 20 minutes for the grand result, I spend a few moments looking at a some inspirational messages on IG. And then, as usual, on the same timeline will be all the booty-shakin; you know, those nuisance escorts sellin ass on IG. Hey, I’m not mad at em tho... I still enjoy a little stripper action inside of my SoMe-time. (Social Media Time).

Eventually I’m up from my rest, and while Seal is singin“we’re never gonna survive, uuuuuuun-less, we get a little crazy

on the living room TV, I’m hitting a few buttons on the air fryer and then turning on the kettle. Nothing like some hot tea to cure this mucus I. My throat; The results of my love for milk, ice cream, and chocolate chip cookies the night before. {shrugs} hey, some people prefer weed and/or football. For the moment I’m a milk & cookies kinda guy.

When the delivery guy soon arrives and he’s quite transparent, first explaining “how impressive” my environment is. I hear him say “the mind is a terrible thing to waste”. I stop what I’m doing for a moment and come over to let him know I can’t hear him as I am in the kitchen dishing up the food. He says “no worries I was just taking in your experience here. You really doin it bro.” 

Now the fish and fries are done and I’m packaging everything up with tartar sauce and ketchup and the pecan pie’s and the spinach. Driver says “oh my God I gotta read this”.

And when I asked him what he was referring to, he pointed to his cell phone where my latest blog talks about my erotic experiences and how STARBUCKS was somewhat responsible for them. I’m chuckling when I finally hand him the package. And just before he leaves he says with a handshake “my name is Allonzo but everybody knows me as Miami and you have inspired me today.”

I thank him, ask him to drive carefully out there in them streets, and explained “don’t worry I’ll be out there in a few

And ain’t that the damn truth as I take off the kitchen apron, sip on this tea, soak in some of this Simply Red... and as he’s “holding back the tears” I’m contemplating my morning and how I’m about to head out the door to drop off and pick up Bird scooters for that extra hunnit dollas today. After all, I wasn’t expecting those extra bills such as the dentist... such as the shopping I did yesterday... and maybe one other bill I’ve forgotten. 

The hustle continues

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It’s The Real Deal…

media producer content creator, atlanta filmmaker, novelist

Here’s the truth... in life you can simply exist as an attendee or you can be a player on the field. If you’re going to be an attendee, then perhaps you are doing whatever is necessary to get by in order to maintenance you’re presence. However, if you are here to be a player on the field, to make any certain headway in your area of expertise, you are required to express who you are, what you do and perhaps the service you provide.

You are required to engage with as many people as possible who are qualified or interested in taking advantage of your resources.  

Your “calling” means perhaps teaching others, helping others and engaging in authentic ways so that there is relevant and residual benefits behind what it is you do, and who it is that you are. Afterall, the world is curious and wants to know: what are you here for?

Some of us are exercising the easy way out, looking for the hacks in life and earning their space in the slushpile of products, services and initiatives. Meanwhile there are others of us who have there unique presence in our lives. They may be doctors and nurses, or pilots or train conductors; and in those cases, especially, there is no choice but to work with extreme precision. But then you may be an artist, beautician, fashion designer, builder, or you could be endowed with some sort physical power or incredible “talk-game.”

Whatever the case, the requirement (for everyone) should include being the best at what you do, or at least doing the best you can at it. Your level of “best“ is subjective to how big your challenger is.

If you live in a small town and you are the only barber or shoemaker in that small town, then you are the big fish in a small pond. However if what you do is so casual and so ordinary and so usually that many people are doing the same thing and you are all squeezed into some tiny island or some metropolis, then you clearly have competition and you must clearly work so much harder to earn what we know as a top spot in your industry.

So if you’re comfortable with what you do and so talented that you feel you have no competition, then you have been blessed. But for so many more of us, whether you are a novelist (such as I am) a chef, or a livery cab driver, there stands to bear that next individual who does the same work as you. The competition. Whether or not you land that next customer, versus your competition landing that customer, is going to depend upon whether or not you are better or more effective or have a greater energy.

I feel in order for you to succeed at what you do, you have got to be the real deal. You have got to do more than expected. You must have made inroads in your industry where by everybody is talking about you. There's a process to it all. "The work" must be done in effort to win substantially; in effort to sustain what gains you've earned.

These are the voyages of the Superpreneur... we'll speak again. Godspeed.

Good luck. And may The Force be with you!

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Relentless Aaron “Unparalleled” – Library Journal

Relentless Aaron. Single with Benefits

– Library Journal, 6/26/2008 10:03:00 AM
Relentless Aaron. Single with Benefits. Griffin: St. Martin’s. Nov. 2008. 288p. ISBN 978-0-312-35937-9. pap. $14.95 F
Verdict: For an incisive look at a man’s inner thoughts and feelings as he juggles multiple sexual encounters, look no further than Relentless Aaron’s (Extra Marital Affairs) new novel. In capturing the emotions of pure sexual release and introspective debates on being true to women, this author is unparalleled. As a bonus, the sexual scenes are a matchless combination of sensuality and naughtiness.
Background: Shawn Hopkins, a 19 year old intent on achieving success, has fallen hard for Venus, who flaunts a Caribbean woman’s sensual attitude. Although vexed, Shawn reluctantly agrees to share space with Allison, a girlfriend of Venus who needs time away from her man. But temptation soon arises, and Shawn enters not one, two, or three, but five sexual relationships, as well as enjoying a threesome with Venus and Allison and mixing work with pleasure by sleeping with his boss, a wealthy client, and a wealthy client’s administrative assistant. As he becomes financially successful, Shawn ponders to which woman he wants to commit forever but fails to notice the warning signs of romantic disaster. The morality lesson here: being played can dampen the pleasures of the bedroom.
Also coming in late October: SEEMS LIKE YOU’RE READY

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When it comes to Life-Changing Information, This is where it began for me…

And so it was simply important to share the information with you in this well put together booklet

10 Books That Changed My Life Forever.

I know I won't be here forever. But I'm hoping in the randomness of my life that there are jewels. But also know that those jewels started somewhere. Please enjoy this document, share it and spread the wisdom.

We’re Still Twisted Over Cosby, OJ, Trump & Kanye. Me? I’m Kissing It Goodbye!

FAMILY, we have truly gone mad.

We will FIGHT ONE ANOTHER over someone else's hot mess, as if it's our own. It doesn't matter if they're innocent, guilty or if they were even in the state where the crime was committed. It seems we simply need something to argue about, to debate or to fight over.

This one is a rapist and because some of us take that buzzword
"rape" so personally, anyone who does not agree with us is our enemy. "This other one killed somebody, and there was a smoking gun. It was reported on the news": and since we find things in common with the victim and we are offended by the alleged killer, we immediately take sides. We become zealots. And anyone who disagrees with us is our enemy.

It seems that there is no safe place or safe zone where we can all agree. Even religion has its pros and cons; it's loves and hates. And let me not expound and go into politics!"

There comes a time when I just personally need to shutdown all of your voices, and I'll go to my little hole in the world where I'm most comfortable, and I'll write my fiction. Another way I release and disappear is to bury myself in my work; that is, the work I do for others. And of course there's always lovemaking or sex that can erase all else. And that's a vacation I like to take often!

I'm telling you that we are in afflicted people; guided by the 6 o'clock news, which is guided by the police, the same one's who are guided by, well, the news! And the news is now guided by the White House!

And err, isn't it "the news" and media organizations the collective that falsely reported the election results? And we're still following them? Still repeating what they promote?

If that is not the most twisted shit of this generation I don't know what is worse. I will say once and for all that I love you if you are connected to me. And the majority of you came to my doorstep to connect with me; I didn't come for you. My writing and my energy attracted you.  

You've watched me evolve, cope with challenges, brave the weather called life, and there's a few of you who have been generous and philanthropic. It didn't matter what my initiative was, you invested in me, and so It's important that I give back everyday. Its my own sense of responsibility.

And so to that end I'm grateful and humbled that you even found me interesting enough to hangout with, online or off. And quite frankly you know me more than you know any of these other people you argue about.

That said, while I maintain my own fight to find Olivia Pope, I am going to do my damnedest to stay positive and stay inspiring and stay progressive while sharing the jewels that I've learned and earned over the decades.

Peace and love and progress. Relentless.

Common Sense is Not Common #1

So here’s the thing: I’m one person. I’m not Superman and I’m not everywhere in the world. But from my one space that I occupy I hope that I can import some common sense… Some common, damned, since… That can help you live a little better, hope you laugh a little more, and even perhaps save a life here and there. You’ve heard this before so let’s make it a Hashtag #Commonsenseisnotcommon God bless you. Like comment and share

 

This dude decided he wanted to "Know The Ledge." And for Gods Sake he knows it better now than ever. We hope he lived thru this. On a side note, was that a WHALE that flopped thru and maybe took a chunk of that cliff out so that it WOULD break off? Just my conspiracy theory. We'll never know!

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I Couldn’t Shed A Tear

book publisher, novelist, author, filmmaker, web designer podcasts

Today my father died, my daughter attempted suicide, and my sister might be hiding some kind of terminal health issue. All of this I learned about in a 2 hour phone conversation and I couldn’t shed a tear...

What can I say? I must be evil. The Universe must revolve around me to the degree that I’m held responsible for everyone who was born before me (those responsible for my existence,) and everyone who I sired and brought into the world, (yes, my kids) no matter how insane, skitzo or disrespectful they’ve been. No matter their poor choices, their inability to cooperate and behave... no matter what the people do around me, no matter how hateful or vulgar or shameful, I’m supposed to agree with it and love them anyway. I’m the victim and the victimizer; some kind of punching bag where everyone gets exercise but also feels okay with swinging and being abusive, and I’m the bad guy. Their possum or the scapegoat of all their failures.

DeWitt calls me, or we speak a few times per month. He is one of 4 children I've sired and who i've worked to maintain a father-son relationship with.

And yup; I’m the so-called celebrity in my entire clan; the man with all the fucking answers and global acknowledgements, and yet I’m the one they spit and shit on. I’m the one they make assumptions about, the one they keep a certain distance from and the one who is arguably the urban legend. Apparently I’m rich and famous, with contacts that stretch from Barbados to Canada; from the White House to Oprah’s house... and there’s that lil hookup; 1 degree from the rap gods, sports gods and movie gods. Apparently I’m rewarded and holding on to all of my wealth, keeping everyone from getting too close or too comfortable.

And imagine all of the awareness that I’ve earned over the years, the resources that I’ve managed, and none of the family can see that I am the glue; the plug, and the connect.

Everyone is too proud to help or lend a hand, or just too stupid to realize the truth. Nobody else in my entire clan has taken responsibility to keep the flame ablaze, to keep the soup bubbling and the garden of love beautiful growing. Instead, what we have is a whole see legion of disconnected people, all living their own lives, no matter how close in proximity or how connected online. No matter if they have the phone number or can find it by simply googling, instead we use the buffer known as the Internet. The family I once knew is now but an intangible “Facebook Friend,” comfortable with this Facebook bullshit, as opposed to the authentic, rich and engaging face to face, even if it’s FaceTime.
But the truth is, I’ve grown cold and heartless. There are very few people who care about me, my well-being and my mental and spiritual health. There are very few people who love me unconditionally, wanting nothing in return. there was a time that I cared and that I gave a fuck.

There was a time that I was in full support of my elders and then I’d give the clothes off of my back for my children. And today I can honestly say that I don’t give a fuck.

Sure, I love those who love me. I love them right back like a tight rubberband. But I’ve also resolved that my family has turned their back on me, and could care less. Whether intentional, or by default, this Gilmore shit is for the birds, with no legacy in sight. And me with the pen name... the stage name... the adjective... well, I’m something like that Rolls-Royce you see driving down Main Street, the one you ignore because it’s out of reach. You know nothing about the Rolls like you do about your Honda or Toyota. You know more ‘bout that Benz you think is yours than you do about me. But you already believe that Rolls could never be yours and so you get into a space of denial. And for close to 12 years now,

I have coped by embracing perfect strangers, fans, Business acquaintances and women... yeah, I’ve buried my misery, tucked away inside of carnal pleasures.

I’m more connected to people I never grew up with, never knew extremely personally, and some that I had nothing else in common with. Would you believe my love for my Facebook, LinkedIn, Twitter and Instagram fellowships is stronger than that of my fucking blood relatives!?

Yes indeed I am part of a twisted lifestyle that fell upon me because my family is so disconnected. There was a point when my family was dysfunctional, with my father taking turns at whipping my mother, or my sister and (of course) me with a leather belt...

yes it was abuse of the worst kind hidden under the umbrella of “businessman” and “entrepreneur.” While the hood saw dad limping around on his prosthesis, we were left to cope with our brokenness. His infidelity weighed in. His gambling impacted us. His prostitution ring in the back room of his stripclub wasn’t a come-up but his way of filling the void of his missing leg. I mean, I get it. I’m not mad at dude for “being resourceful” and doing what he could with what he had. I just know he brought that home to us everyday; whether it was our house on the North side of Mount Vernon, where it appeared as tho we had a “normal life” or when he consolidated and moved us into a 2 bedroom apartment over the delicatessen he owned, complete with roaches, rats and robberies. My sisters and I took turns at running away from home... all of us have seen the wrong side of the law in one way or another. And while we’ve all taken great strides to correct what we’ve been able to correct, I am still in that space of “bouncing back,” of fixing my life and being my own Iyanla Vanzant. Yes, I’m taking care of me first, because I know that money is important... right up there at the top of the list with air and water. I also know the harsh reality I face if it ever comes down to my emergencies and whether or not people will be looking out for me. Yeah boi... to the bill. Cash money.
And so it seems the dysfunction is now reliving it self with my own children.

But, my hope is that they will mature before it gets worse and that my resources will be able to make some sort of amends down the line.

Back to our two hour conversation this morning, the one between me and my sister... well it ended with her explaining that my daughter lived thru the suicide attempt. And then the conversation was interrupted by a phone call from our so-called “dead father.”
So it was a false alarm and the news she got earlier was from the random energy of the family/always been random too. Thank God for my sister tho; Julie is the last sane spirit standing... she thought to make some calls, perhaps weighing in on her doubt/good move... and everything is everything once again. But just what the fuck is “everything” in my world of nothing... of this randomness.

And big ups to you dads who did the damn thing; holding the family down and making the sacrifices no matter what. But that ain’t me.

Everybody’s issues are different. None of us are dealt the same cards outside of blood and bones. Coincidence and circumstance has altered my realities. Still, I have no idea what a normal life is really like, or is there such a thing?
In the meantime, the beat goes on. Keeping hope alive

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