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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

Story Time: Reign Writes – Me As A Writer

ShadowShadow Bolt Reigns, my adventurous puppy, gives me something other than myself to focus on. He forces me out of my head and away from the things that keep me mired in negativity. He nudges whatever he can reach, jumps onto my lap, tap dances on my back or chest (ouch!), and licks my face until I get up to fill whichever need he has, which sometimes is just a few moments of attention. Even now as I write this piece, it’s as if he’s thinking “She writes, therefore I must nudge.” All he’s doing is what comes to him naturally. He’s probably just being completely self-centered without a single thought of my actual feelings or my needs, but he has saved my life and my psyche at least once a week ever since the day he showed up in my life. He’s the  reason I’m still here to talk to you. He keeps me Doing More because he Requires my best.

On any given day, I have at least 5 pieces in progress. I start writing, I lose my thought, I go off on tangents, and end up either deleting whole chunks of text or copying and pasting into new pieces to be worked on when my mind finds its way back to a steady train of thought. This is my version of writer’s block. I have so much to say about so many things; police abuse of power, the attack in Pakistan, the attacks everywhere, being Black in a world that seems to hate Black people, depression, my depression, my family, my friends, the media, the election, the American people, lies and liars, my desperate wish that superheroes were real… so much and so many things I want to talk about, and I can’t Do any of It Justice because the Words are all there at the same time.

Right now, I’m mostly bothered by the way circumstances have changed me. I never wanted to see things through colored lenses. In spite of the kids making fun of my dark skin, the little white boys in Virginia who called me a nigger, the kids in Costa Rica calling me “elote negra” which I didn’t actually understand at the time, but I knew it wasn’t meant as a compliment… the scary big girl in my first predominantly black school saying that I wasn’t special; that I was “just anotha nigga like the rest of us” I’ve always wanted to believe in the bigger picture. You know, the one that sees that the reason the system is set up this way is because it works better for the top 10% if the rest of us are busy fighting and disagreeing with each other, we aren’t paying attention to them screwing us over with crappy wages, the ever-increasing cost of living, and the never-ending list of drugs and products meant to mask the symptoms of the very curable diseases they infected us with.

I just heard a great line–one of many–on Jerry McGuire:

First class is what’s wrong buddy. It used to mean a better meal, now it means a better life.

Have you seen that commercial with Jennifer Aniston?

For me, its a picture of everything that’s wrong with the world. This rich white lady’s Greedy whonightmare is flying on a plane that doesn’t have a shower or bar, while the rest of us are worrying about jobs that we might lose if we take a vacation, and that’s if the job pays enough to afford more than a staycation. I’ve never been a fan of Jennifer Aniston, and this ad, while it might be just another job for her, does nothing to sway my favor. The disconnect between the rich and the poor is beyond vast, and so much deeper than skin… but the tools of division are strong; too strong to ignore. So now I see things through my brown eyes. I experience the world through my skin, through my gender, through my heterosexual privilege. I see the biases. I see the isms. I see the media ignoring dead Pakistanis. I see a reality TV star using the fear and insecurities of ignorant Americans to ensure viewership for his next show. I see it all, and am overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of how well it is working.

I want to talk about it all, but I can barely focus on just one thing because it’s all connected. I feel like I’m not doing the other issues justice by not addressing all of them. It’s like I’m betraying my on mantra by only taking one issue at a time. I want to Do More and Require Better of my writing, and myself, because limiting myself to a world painted various shades of brown and white isn’t enough… and I’m still tired of the black perspective. The world is a big colorful place, and there’s a lot more wrong with it than race relations. I just wish I could Say more too.

Do More. Require Better. It’s not just about you. It’s about me and everything I do here too.

Fear: A Great Motivator

Fear. False Evidence Appearing Real. I’m afraid for the future. I’m afraid of the kinds of changes we’re going through. I’m afraid I’m never going to get Shadow obedience trained. I’m afraid that the Zombie Apocalypse is going to be a real thing and that too many stupid people will survive because all the smart people are going about their lives unwilling to consider the possibilities. I’m afraid I’ll never achieve this “together” level that I’m supposed to be getting life. I’m afraid that I’ll never be satisfied. I’m afraid of being afraid.

The bombings in Brussels yesterday changed the color of this piece. See, the thing about Media Loves Isisterrorists and terrorism is that it’s primary purpose is to strike fear into the hearts of men. So as afraid as I am of so many things, when these attacks happen, my defiant nature kicks in and instead of staying afraid, I want to prove to those people that their antics didn’t work on me. I want to take a train blindfolded with my headphones on and sit right next to a suspicious bag. I want to fly out to Afghanistan with all of my femininity and girldom wearing a tank top, form fitting jeans, and flip flops, rent a car and drive through residential areas blasting old Beatles, Michael Jackson, and whichever local revolutionary underground rapper they’d want to silence. I want to tell the TSA and the NSA and the alphabet soup of agencies to find new jobs because their services are no longer needed and we won’t be letting acts of terrorism direct how we live our lives and treat our people. Much like how my negative experiences with racists hasn’t made me hate white people, I refuse to let these extremists scare me out of living. The only fear I have now is of being fearful… and zombies… because F*ck zombies.

I feel like the suggestions of adding security checks before people even get to the airport plays right into their agenda… Whoever “they” really are. I remember the scenes in Swordfish with John Travolta’s character explaining how  perpetrating acts of Fear... and Spidersterrorism is important ad necessary to the world… or at least maintaining the American way of life. He justifies killing tens, hundreds and thousands of children in the name of maintaining the American status quo. The objective is to keep people afraid to keep us in line. Fear: a Great motivator. Have you ever heard someone say “The only thing we have to fear is fear itself” but then they turn around and freak out over a spider? That’s what is being done to us. Drumpf is out there pointing at imaginary spiders. The terrorists are out there breeding wolf spiders, sending them to highly populated areas, and detonating their egg sacks and dispersing thousands of tiny spiders like miniature eight-legged fear bombs. They spread all kinds of fear for all kinds of reasons and we give in to it. They do it to keep us in line, they do it to keep us distracted, they do it to get us to let them do things to us that we’d otherwise revolt for. They’ve been doing it for centuries. The Romans did it with public executions. Slave owners did it to their “white” slaves. Bush did it with his infamous, imaginary “weapons of mass destruction”… and we the people fall for it every time. We the people ignore the voices of reason in our heads and give into the proverbial spiders. Every. Time.

Supposedly, the worst thing that could happen is death. Last time I checked, all of the religious sects Underdoghave happy places to go for the good people and unpleasant places to go for the bad ones. Well, if they’re right, and I’m considered good, what do we have to worry about? If I’m considered bad, with all there is to be afraid of here, going to any version of hell would be just like being here, so what are we afraid of? And if I’m right, and heaven and hell are created here on earth, then death might just be a welcomed release from all the damn stress, anxiety, and of course: fear. Further, to put the icing on the proverbial cake, death is the great equalizer; it will happen to all of us eventually… so get scared for wha?

I’m choosing to ignore my fear in favor of hope. Bravery is being afraid and choosing to act anyway. Let’s be brave. Let’s #feeltheBern. Let’s protect the future by doing what we need to do today to protect it. Let’s vote so the fear mongers of the world don’t get to lead us into another unnecessary war here or abroad. Let’s stand together again in favor of continuing to effect the change we believed in when we voted for Obama. Send me links and ideas to get Shadow to o back to being the obedient little pup-panion that’s I’ve come to depend on. Let’s pay attention to all of the possibilities… Let’s not allow ourselves to become like zombies; mindlessly dragging ourselves around giving in to our baser instincts and our penchant for instant gratification. I know that if we can do these things, we’ll all have a better chance at achieving that “together” thing that we have all claimed to be working towards and that even if I am never satisfied, I might at least be able to get close.

…oh, and let’s Do More & Require Better.

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

Decorum Deficiency Disorder: Redundant Much?

B + Y Broken RecordListening to this one–now months later–I feel myself getting just as pissed off as I was the morning I recorded it. First, its been months now, as opposed to weeks, but I have read over several of my pieces–and other WDDIJ pieces–since this was recorded. There are more than a few recurring themes. It seems like everywhere I turn, I read and see more of the same. It’s like the world has become a broken record. Police abusing power, people with guns killing people without them, protestors protest injustices, the public moves on to the next big thing, rinse, lather, repeat. I guess that’s why they call it a “news cycle:” because it just keeps going… a seemingly endless cycle of redundant happenings.

I’m still tired of repeating myself. However, someone new might be listening or reading. Record Age PassedI might say things differently or use a different example that drives the point home for the same person who read me but didn’t see what the big deal was the last time I said it. I’ll never know who is listening when, or if it’s finally their turn to legitimately understand my point. So I can’t stop commenting on the issues, regardless of how redundant I think it has become. The conversation is necessary. All of the conversations are necessary. Thus, I will continue harping on the selfish ass hats who insist on shooting up schools and movie theatres. I’ll continue ranting about how shitty the media–and really the world–is about properly representing people of color. I’ll keep sounding off at groups of people and large entities in angry letters. I will keep the lines of communication open.

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Redundant = Fixing the RecordHowever, just having the conversation isn’t enough. There’s a reason I with “Do More, Require Better.” We have to Do More in an effort to make the differences necessary to effect them change we want to see in the world. We have to Require Better of ourselves and those around us because we are the summed total of every person, place and thing we encounter. Holding ourselves to high standards put us in a better position to lead by example.

So, here’s the question of this day: You with me?

Either way, the objective as always: Do More. Require Better.

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

Decorum Deficiency Disorder: Them Dresses Though… *Face Palm*

Let’s talk current events. Why… when there are so many more important things going on in the world worth discussing… is my Facebook feed full of posts about the dresses celebrities wore to their respective awards shows? Why are people really wasting energy asking entertainers to speak out about issues that have nothing to do with what we keep them around for: entertainment? Why are we looking to otherwise insignificant and irrelevant people for guidance on things that are very important and significant? Have we really become so… addicted to entertainment that we can’t even stand up for an issues without having to Kidding Meconsult our favorite sports personality or singer? Why the fuck should I care what Kobe Bryant has to say about what’s going on in Baltimore; are the heads of state in Baltimore big fans of his or something? How on God’s green Earth are Jennifer Lopez or Rihanna’s dresses going to make a difference in the economy or hell, just make my life better?

I can’t even begin to express my frustration at having to deviate from my time of mourning to remind you people that these people are just entertainers. We don’t pay them for their insight. We don’t pay them to teach our children right from wrong. They’re there to entertain us, and then move on with their lives, just as we are supposed to move on with ours. Just because we have access to random starlet No. 7’s life story in Wikipedia and her every thought on Twitter doesn’t mean that what she says or thinks should have any bearing on anything but her life. can she sing a song or play a role that helps to take my mind off my daily grind? Great! Then when she’s done, if she could just shut the fuck up and move on with her life, I’ll be more than happy to just move on with mine.

If you’re a parent concerned about the images your children see, do your damn job and censor that shit. Stop leaning on TV to raise and educate your kids. If you’re wondering why you have no control over your kid, or why they have no respect for your position of authority in your life, it’s because you’ve positioned yourself as little more than a food and entertainment dispenser. Let that sink in.

And before you start getting defensive, consider how many YouTube videos there are with kids jumping each other, angry rants delivered before a killing spree, youths having killed themselves because no one was there who could understand and help them through their struggle?

If you’re a socially conscious individual who for whatever reason believes that entertainers should weigh in on the issues… Stop. What happens when people like Kanye, Raven Simone, and Charles Barkley allow the truth of their perspective to ooze out of their mouths? You turn around and tell them to shut up. If you only want to hear what people have to say when they agree with you, then in addition to having a seat, you need to go back to elementary school where you were supposed to learn the lesson about people being different and having freedom of speech, and the right to their opinions. if you’re going to live in the land of butt hurt and salt, you should really just stick your own opinions. Do like the FOX News folks do and fabricate your own little world where the only truth that’s out there is yours. You want to hear a sport’s personality’s opinion on something? Ask Michael Jordan why he allows his sneakers to that probably cost 5 cents to manufacture cost $125 a pair. Ask him why, after the first death, did he not do something to protect his consumers… like making the sneakers more easily accessible to all youths by lowering the price. Why didn’t he make a public statement about that? Why wasn’t there a public outcry about his silence on something that actually was within his control? Oh, do we understand that he’s a businessman? Are we okay with his silence because he’s usually a really nice guy?

Ok, I think I’ve made my point. But just in case:
Even if original thought isn’t really a thing, and common sense isn’t common, its time we started thinking with our own brains instead of allowing the talking heads on TV to lead, control and distract us more than they already do. In short: Do More. Require Better… or shut the fuck up.