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And now we come to…the end of an era

Today, oddly enough was supposed to be the pay off FINALLY for a number of posts about relationships that I thought might be better than all my previous ruthless on relationships post. And indeed I’ll get to that later.

 

Instead,

Today is a day I bring us to a place I knew could happen, but was happy every time it didn’t. Today we end the hour for the last time. What do I mean? Today is the beginning of a goodbye party. For this blog. Oh it will continue to exist, but a transition is afoot. And so with all transitions, some things remain the same, while other change or are left behind.

If you would have told me 3 years ago as I was studying for the bar that we would be here I would be shocked. But if you would have told me that we would get here after 450 thousand views I’d also be shocked so much attention happened. Words Don’t Do It Justice started as an idea, a bit of fun, and a lot of me. I have buried hatchets with enemies because of this blog, reconnected with old friends, and made new ones because of this blog, found meaning in the midst of my own personal depression because of this place. I have consumed it, and let it consume me. I love it. But loving this blog means knowing what to do. And taking a good long look I know the thing to do is let it go.

But I said this was transition not destruction.

And indeed it is. I’ll be taking Words Don’t Do It Justice away from our blogging past into a show based future. For me, the question was one of logistics. Was it better to end everything and walk away from these years of effort, or find a way to keep the place alive in the hearts of all of you who have supported us? I choose to believe that you will keep supporting us, and I chose to keep this place alive in a new way.

That means giving you what we planned. Give No Quarter, The Wrath of Ruthless, and Words Don’t Do It Justice are the three pillars of Ruthless Radio. 3 shows with different formats that bring you many of the topics you might see written about here, but in a new form and with some new and old faces/voices. Over the next few weeks as we ready to for the relaunch of Words Don’t Do It Justice as a podcast, you’ll get to read some farewells from various alums, and hear from the incoming folks for these shows. You’ll also see the Words Don’t Do It Justice site itself undergo various changes. With plenty of hard work, luck, and you listening in, I hope to earn your trust for these new shows, and continue to hold our interest.

SO! What about Weekend’s Don’t Do It Justice?

Well I’m happy to say our little casual interest site is growing well. And it is going to continue. We had a nice response to the sample chapter from Project 13, and now that game of thrones is done you’ll see a lot of other reviews, news, and related content there. Our gamers are doing their thing, and if Vantinel’s CEO appearance is any indication of commitment, we will only continue to grow over there.

As I end for now I just want to say thank you, and of course to keep watching what we do. But more than that, thank you for being a force for us. We continued to push because you were there with us. 100,000 visitors, 450,000 views, and 3 years of growth, While things must change, I am glad to have made it to this point. A point that let’s me look back and say that YOU made us more than I imagined. And though Words Don’t Do It Justice…Thank you.

 

“THE Ruthless Wonder” Matthew Elisha Williams

Founder of Words Don’t Do It Justice

The Letter Series: Religious Bullies, Keep Your Jesus.

Let me start by saying that I do not claim any particular religious faith as my own, nor to I particularly approve of any organized religion. I wouldn’t consider myself to be an atheist, as even that requires an acceptance of theism that I am not willing to participate in. I don’t have anything against folks who have accepted a deity or follow a specific religious doctrine, Like Jesus Bull Shitit simply isn’t for me. Now that we have that out of the way, you’ll understand a little better why I’m particularly annoyed by folks who are religious insisting that scrolling passed a picture of Jesus will guarantee my seat in hell, or that clicking “Like” on a post will bring blessings unfathomable.

People, the last time I checked, Blessings, come from God, not clicks. Your daring me to scroll isn’t helping to improve my perspective as far as your religion is concerned. Neither is your challenging my love for Jesus. Guess what: while I think that if he existed he was a good man, I don’t accept him or any other man as my “Lord and Savior.” I don’t think my dressing a certain way will please or displease Allah, because if he’s as omnipotent as you want me to believe, he even sees me naked in the shower. There’s nothing about me, my thoughts, my feelings, and most importantly my beliefs that he doesn’t know without me having to anything. Thus, if he is omnipotent, I can scroll passed with Jesus as my savior, or click as a blaspheming sinner and be fine either way. That click, comment, or share isn’t about Jesus, it’s about you; its about making you and others like you feel better about your faith.

Dear Religious Bullies,

Here’s a thought: if your faith was as strong as you want people on social media to believe it is, you wouldn’t need support from social media… the same way I think God doesn’t need our support… wait, let me explain.

I believe that if the Gods (yes, all of them) do exist, their power waxes and wanes with the strength of the faith of their believers. So of course, if I am being honest, God doesn’t require our support, God requires believers. I imagine it’s like they’re all singing that song…

They need us to need them… because Gods forbid we find our way through this life… andTo Hell with Them apparently through social media without them. Gods forbid we learn to have faith in ourselves and each other. I grew up hearing “Si Dios quiere” from my elders at the end of almost every sentence. “I’ll see you tomorrow… if God allows.” “If God allows, you’ll have a good day.” God doesn’t like ugly. As if an omniscient being really sits around plotting, planning, and paying attention to our petty human Facebook posts. Or who we’re friends with. Or who we share our beds with. Or who we sell flowers to… who’s bathroom we use. There are people starving, wars being fought, and you religious types think using your twisted understanding of a book written by men to treat God’s other children with scorn. But I guess you only have to follow the teachings you like right? “Love thy neighbor” came with a footnote that explained all the times you didn’t have to love thy neighbor. Somewhere in The Book it says “If you don’t click Like and share, you’ll go to hell.”

You’re all bullies. You need to take the time to learn the teachings of your so-called Savior. Maybe then I’ll take your religions seriously… because you followers, you make me laugh with your feigned piety. Keep your Jesus. I think the “real” one would take issue with his name being used in vain… or something along those lines. In short

Do More. Require Better.

Indignantly defiant,

Reign

And now… at the end of the hour

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This week we debuted a brand new podcast with a livestream. We said goodbye to one of the founders. We tackled coons, and hoteps. As well as assault, and the HIV & AIDS treatment drug Truvada.

 

 

I skipped a couple lines to let that sink in.

When this started I literally just wanted to take my usual facebook ranting to a website. I figured it would be like the old days of my Xanga page. Now, now I deal with potential sponsors, have production meetings, worry about our average listening and reading time, and look for brand expansion.

I remind you, I was so bored in the last semester of law school I decided to make a blog to archive the things I would normally rant about on Facebook.

 

So you can understand that having gone from that place to now is rather…amazing if I’m honest. I had no idea. We’ve added and lost people over that time. But more than their contributions or mine, we’ve gotten to know a lot of you. As of this writing, 92,000 of you have come to get to know us over these 3 years of Words Don’t Do It Justice. And you must like it here, because you’ve dropped in 302,000 times.

300000

That is astounding. That is epic. And to think that it has all come before we put up a single ad, before we shilled a single product, without a marketing team, and mostly from the effort of our authors, and their friends and family who have additionally believed in us and shared us with other people.  I can’t tell you enough thank you for all you’ve done and continue to do. It really has made the difference.

What that means is even what I’ve done in the past year isn’t enough. I have to do more. And I am. While we lost a podcast co-host today, I’m proud to say we gained 2 new ones for our show Give No Quarter. While we have Reason on break for a while, I’m happy to say we will be launching Weekends Don’t Do It Justice as its own site (www.wkndlife.com www.weekendsdontdoitjustice.net www.weekendsdontdoitjustice.com). Look for a review of a hilariously bad movie coming over there soon from me.

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I’m also happy to say that I’m teaming with Mr. 9 to 5 gamer himself Bami O to open a new gaming site and channel called “Save State Society” (www.savestatesociety.com www.savestatesociety.net) here soon as well. And we’re open with some great games and reviews. But that is going to take a lot to talk about, and I’ve got work to do there.

You’re here reading because this is about Words Don’t Do it Justice. The granddaddy of them all. Okay, the origin of them all. Three years in, and even though health wise I’ve dealt with issues. Professional life wise, I’ve had great forward steps but also set backs. Heck life in general being strange. After all that I’m proud of where we are. Where you’ve brought us. And so for the third time we come to the end of the hour. Where I say thank you without any reservations. Where for the third time ever, I get to step out of my role as Head Blogger, Editor, Podcast host, Lucremo, THE Ruthless Wonder, and everything that comes with it, and instead just talk to you as Matt Williams. We have a few reflection pieces and some alumni coming back to give us a piece. And we are going to celebrate all the way to my personal birthday on March 14th. But right now I’m just going to end by saying thank you all for bringing me and us from where we were to where we are and pushing us forward to where we are going next. As always Words Don’t Do YOU Justice.

“THE Ruthless Wonder” Matthew Elisha Williams

The Letter Series: Dear Coons, Hoteps, Self Hating Negroes, & So-Called ‘Woke’ Folks

ConneryFirst, the disclaimer segment. I actually don’t like the term “coon,” don’t generally use the term “hotep,” disassociate myself from “self hating negroes” as soon as I possibly can, and I used to consider myself among the “conscious” aka “woke” folks back in the day when it wasn’t synonymous with being a pretentious, self-important dick. However, in this case I’m going to make an exception. Its funny how writing to one set of people seems to always require a message to their counterparts. Last week, I had to address the miseducated masses. This week, I’m addressing … well, actually… I guess the coons and them are probably still miseducated, but it’s more like a different side of the same coin. Let me splain…

Apparently, in addressing the miseducated, I somehow triggered reactions from people who should know these things, but prefer the bliss of ignorance. I refuse to believe that these people legitimately belong to the miseducated masses because they–the miseducated masses–drank the misinformation flavored kool aid while these fools are guzzling down the mystery flavor and calling it water. Even now I’m sitting here trying to explain and for the life of me I can’t fathom a logical parallel, a plausible simile, an appropriate metaphor that captures them because they are a mystery to me. I guess the people of The Jim Crow Museum explained it best:

The coon […] was not happy with his status. He was, simply, too lazy or too cynical to attempt to change his lowly position…” and “[…] were increasingly identified with young, urban blacks who disrespected whites.

The modern day coon is barely different. They’re still lazy and cynical, but they also justify their coonery with the actions of the self hating negroes that support a white supremacist agenda with the fervor and zeal of Uncle Ruckus at an Obama rally. Then come the hoteps and so-called conscious folk spouting their half truths and well formulated lies for the coons to drink up with the rest of the mystery kool aid like dietary supplements. I just can’t. I seriously fucking can’t.

Story time:

This dude called me out for posting all this “race stuff” because it adds to his already heavy load.Negro Protection Really dude?!? Will not seeing “race stuff” magically diminish the weight of your load as a Black man? Does ignoring reality make racism go away for you? Or are you just trying to get comfortable with the load you have? He went on to say “My issue is that hearing about police brutallity, discriminatory behavior, and similar human rights violations isn’t new nor special to me. I wake up to this alot. and in my mind it’s like “I can’t tell if people want to be informed or be pissed off and untrusting of white america? […] it feels like the race card is constantly being played because of something going wrong among black and white people.” Misspelling aside, I was reading what I knew were English words, but there was something about it that my brain just could not compute. I was sitting there looking at the screen like… “Wait, did he just… wait… what?”

It seemed like he was saying that people are posting about injustices just to have something to be upset about… because I guess the injustices are only upsetting because they get posted. It was as if the riots after the Rodney King beating or the riots in NYC after the murder of Jose Garcia. There was no social media back then, but I guess back then people were just looking for something to be upset about then too? I guess we have no reason to be “untrusting of white America.” I guess history and current events are no indication of a need for protest. See I don’t know which category this young man falls into, but I know whichever one he ascribes to is one that I needed to disassociate myself from with urgent haste. But before I did, I said the same thing I’m about to say to the rest of you:

OppressionDear Coons, Hoteps, Self Hating Negroes, & So-Called ‘Woke’ Folks;

I’m not reopening the conversation, I’m finishing it. This one picture in a series of pictures [floating around Facebook] explains why we can’t be friends… But I’ll be a bit more specific.

It is our job as Black people to remind everyone that racism is still a thing. It’s a heavy load we don’t get to put down. Ignoring it doesn’t make the load lighter, it just becomes a load we get accustomed to bearing. No, I don’t enjoy struggling. I don’t want to get used to carrying this load. I don’t want my load slightly diminished. I want it gone. And I don’t just want my load gone I want every oppressed person’s load gone. You on the other hand seem to want to just get comfortable with your load. You’re not going to get that being my friend. If you were a smoker, I’d point out the benefits of quitting and how little I think of smokers every opportunity I got. I’m the same way about racism, sexism, homophobia and other oppressive prejudices. And knowing how you feel, I’d likely go out of my way to add a new feather to your load every chance I got… Kinda like now… Because I guess I’m the kind of ass hole who doesn’t care about the discomfort of people who have gotten comfortable with their load.

Furthermore, if you and your ilk think that anything good will come of continuing to play the “I’m not that kind of Black” role; if you think that being a “good ol’ darkie” will make you seem The Answerlike less of a threat to the miseducated massed of white people you’d like to count among your friends and allies, remember that they will turn on you just as quickly as they have turned on ever other Black person who stepped out of their neat little box. Beyoncé wasn’t the first and she most certainly will not be the last.

We don’t deserve to be harassed ad brutalized just because we might “fit the description.” We don’t deserve to get beaten by cops for being belligerent. We don’t consider that an acceptable way to treat animals, why the hell is it okay to treat a human being that way? It isn’t. You shouldn’t be so willing to roll over and take it, if for no other reason than because when someone like me Requires Better of them, they shouldn’t be surprised.o we are not all the same, but they haven’t all earned that yet. Whitewashing yourself, isn’t going to make you any less Black. Standing up for the equal rights of ALL–yes, that includes the LGBT+ community, women, and all other people of color– will not diminish your Blackness. You are only less of a man if you can’t see that any oppression is an oppression worth standing against. WE ALL have to Do More and Require Better. All of us. No exceptions. And while you jack asses are busy posturing… puffing yourselves up like so many stuffed birds… claiming to be fed up with all this “race stuff” and wondering why people are still talking about it, I’ll be that ass hole plucking your proud feathers… helping to build the comfortable bed that your children will one day lay in, thankful that I insisted on Doing More and Requiring Better way back when.

With a Side-eye of Epic Proportions,Reign

The Letter Series: Dear Miseducated Masses

I promise that I have been paying attention to the world these last few weeks. Although I have been focusing on love, relationships, and Blackness, I know that the Broncos won the Superbowl, Jeb dropped out of the running, that Beyoncé shocked the miseducated pale world by coming out as a Southern Black Woman, that Red Lobster has apparently taken this opportunity to raise their prices, and that–as of today–Facebook added new “Reactions” to the “Like” option. However, this being the last week of February, I have an obligation to make sure we keep the focus on important happenings in Blackdom, so I’m going to have to finally address how people have been losing their minds about Bey, her Blackness, and her “tribute” to the Black Panthers.

First of all, I have to say that I really don’t see it. I didn’t watch the Superbowl, but I saw the performance after the fact, and personally, I think it would have been more tributary if she had also donned an Afro instead of her usual long blonde weave. I might have even accepted it if she kept it Blonde, as long as she also wore an Afro. Why? To me it still lacked the embrace of her own Blackness that everyone else seems to be giving her credit for. As if to say as long as she embraces other people’s blackness and not her own, it counts? Beyonce Formation HatNah, sorry, not for me. If we move over to the video, and everyone praising her for including Blu Ivy with her baby fro, I still think she’s showing her daughter that longer, blonder, and straighter is still better. So, as far as I’m concerned, its only a partial parenting win. No, I’m not saying, like most people seem to be saying, that blackness can be neatly summed up into big fro and a fist in the air, because there was certainly more than that to be noted in both the video and the performance. Unfortunately, the few moments of negro consciousness in the video–very artistically well done moments–went by so quickly and were so (for me) overshadowed by her lyrical inferences to her Southern heritage, I barely saw them. Hot sauce in a purse and Red Lobster for a job well done are not intrinsic to Black culture. Afros are. The police’s widespread abuse of power and overreaction to unarmed Black people is. As a matter of fact, nothing about the song itself speaks to Black pride at all. It’s about her, her money, her man, and her experience and a rich country girl. For me, it actually stands in absolute opposition to the positive image  people want to attribute to the video. But again, that’s just me.

Apparently, the miseducated masses have taken her Superbowl “tribute” and video in a completely different direction, having decided that because she chose costumes inspired by Michael Jackson in his Black Panther tribute she must be promoting violence and terrorism… because they learned that that’s what the Black Panthers were all about: killing cops, hating white people, and promoting violence and terrorism in the name of pro-blackness. Time for a history lesson.

History is written by the victors. I always thought it was funny how the Panthers are criminalized for physically standing up for regular Black folks at a time where Black people were being openly targeted by a police system that was allowed to assume that dark skin = criminal… kinda like now. Let me break it down: The Black Panthers made it their business to stand in the way of Black people being tried and sentenced by overzealous police officers. They advocated self defense, education, employment, land ownership, and an end to the unjust incarceration of Black people. Yes, they called for revolution, because they believed that the nonviolent path preached by Rev. Dr. King “had failed and any promised changes to their lifestyle via the ‘traditional’ civil rights movement, would take too long to be implemented or simply not introduced.

It’s super convenient for white people to feel assaulted by the mere suggestion that Black people might revolt against a white supremacist status quo. In a conversation I was having last week, one such White person expressed his sentiment that any movement that suggests the use of violence is automatically less valid and unacceptable to him. And when I asked about the American Revolution, he responded with understanding and excuses, explaining that the colonists didn’t really want to go to war at first… Which is the shit that really gets my gall. So hundreds of years of slavery, police brutality, the KKK, Jim Crow, segregation, lynch mobs… but the suggestion that Black people need to defend themselves is just too appalling? When it’s white people defending themselves against unfair taxes, its okay? When it’s white people killing people at random, it’s a sign of metal illness, but an organized group of Black people defending other Black people who are big victimized by white police officers, they’re a terrorist group? This trend of the media miseducating the masses by painting Black people with the villain brush and white criminals as regular people isn’t new. And I know I’m not alone when I say I’m tired of it. I had a recording for you, but instead, I’ll have to get back to writing you fucktards letters so you’ll get the point.

Dear Miseducated Masses,

I want to be understanding. I want to be forgiving. I want to be a Christ-like, But whatcheek-turning, self-sacrificing, patient, listener who continues to have these conversations in hopes that you’ll one day see the error of ways, your thinking, your false logic, and your double standards. Unfortunately, I don’t have the promise of an eternity of being worshiped and praised while sitting next to the big guy in the sky and watching the Human-Earth show for fun to look forward to. I have to live here with you, and if there is an afterlife, I may have to share my throne room in hell with you. I am subject to the injustices that you seem comfortable watching me and people like me go through. I don’t need your pats on the back for being as tolerant as I have already been of your collective bull shit. You are no longer allowed to count me among your ‘this many black friends’ when you justify your racist stances by saying “I’m not racist, but…” first.

Here’s the thing, the entire world has been all about making and keeping White people, and often more Y'all Madspecifically White Americans, comfortable. Those days are coming to an end. Even our performers starting to whisper “Stop Killing Us” through images of graffiti stained walls, sinking police cars, and lines of militarized police forces. After decades of being the only images of beauty in the media, you have the audacity to get upset now? After centuries of being able to ignore and often cause the suffering of people of color world wide, NOW you want to act like #AllLivesMatter… and get emotional over the collective “Fuck you” from your favorite colored entertainers? Miss me, Bey, and Blu Ivy with that. The kid gloves are off and we are requiring you to take wake up and smell you shit. It has NEVER smelled like the roses you claim your American Dream smells like. It’s shit. It stinks. And it’s time to get it together and start really cleaning. You’ve been “white washing” everything like the world is your personal white picket fence, and we’re not letting you do it anymore. You will see us as more than just thugs and criminals. You will stop forcing us into either/or roles that diminish the truth of our experiences. You will acknowledge your privilege, and really start adjusting your attitudes to this New World Order.

If you really want this to be a world where race doesn’t matter, start White Historyre-educating yourselves. Start really listening to your however-many-Black-friends/acquaintances when they tell you that you’re being racist. Stop making excuses, getting defensive, and making false equivalences to justify your ignorance. If you really believe that #AllLivesMatter, then stop acting like an all white jury can justly hear a case about a Black man being killed by any white man. Stop thinking that it’s normal for an armed white man to “fear for [his] life” just looking at a Black kid or group of Black kids. Stop treating Black children like miniature adults as soon as they’re old enough to walk and talk. You’ll ever be able to walk 1 foot in any of our shoes, but you could at least acknowledge that 1 foot in a Black person’s shoes is like 10 miles in yours, AND that it isn’t okay. If the picture to the right makes you uncomfortable, Good. It makes us uncomfortable too. We’re afraid that your ignorance is going to allow us to go ac to those days, and you’ll all just move on with your heads n the proverbial sands while we are stuck fighting for our lives because you were too busy “not seeing color.” Most of all, Do More & Require Better of yourselves. If not because I said so, then because several of your Black friend’s lives depend on it.

Sincerely,
Reign

The WRATH of Ruthless Holiday Special: The Wrong Kind Of Progress

The WRATH of Ruthless is back!

Before our actual relaunch we got together for a Holiday special with a couple topics and some old friends.

The WRATH of Ruthless Holiday Special: The Wrong Kind Of Progress <-Click this and you can download or listen from our SoundCloud

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Yes our Holiday Special is going to cover all of this.

Decorum Deficiency Disorder: Another One… A Letter to the Media

This week’s planned discussion is being preempted because another ass-hat with a gun decided that he wanted to die but that he wasn’t going to screaming, crying, and alone the way he came in. This is my appeal to the media.

Dear story tellers of the mainstream media;
Please don’t give this shit head even one more second of coverage. No interviews with neighbors or family members talking about how stressed or how he was such a nice guy. No commentary about his mental un-health. Nothing about his childhood, family history, or career. Let forget his name and let him fade into obscurity. May he be internet blacklisted; his facebook, twitter, instagram, linkedin… even those background check sites forget that he ever existed. I offer that sick fuck as tribute so that the next shit face who might be considering engaging in similar activities will know that he will not be awarded infamy for their misbehavior.

As for the victims and their families; let them mourn in peace. Don’t haunt them with questions and image of that murderer’s face every time they go to turn on the TV or scroll through their feeds and threads. Let them figure out how they might best be able to move forward without their loved ones. Let’s not re-victimize them by giving other sick fucks the opportunity to lend any form of support, especially in imitation.

Finally, if there is a hell beyond this Earthly plane, may he suffer the sounds of sitting on an airplane between twin babies crying to his left, and sloppy gum chewing on his right on a never-ending fight to nowhere.

Karma’s going to have to forgive these thoughts because this time I can’t Do More. I can only Require Better.

Sincerely,
Reign