Raising and the Son

Greeting of the Day, Fonzie!

I'm still working on an official congratulations, but some court fees got in the way in like the justice system in a courtroom where laws are interpreted and hope to get an advertisement in the local paper to bear witness that a mighty God has answered prayers, again. Be careful about that for which you pray, because like a bad joke, or COVID-19, ya just might get it.

Any who.

I just wanted to pass on this little Unclassified Intel Brief regarding all of the great HBCUs for which the colored kids in the second-best public schools in the great state of Virginia are unqualified to gain admission. Personally, I am distraught that the number one liberal arts college in the South is a school I got into as a joke, applying as a White student, and, after W&L mandated COVID-19 countermeasures, I believe I may have married below my station, although we have slipped in selectiveness since over 35 years ago when I began recruiting, for free for a private college where, if you get in, you graduate with no college loans, for those concerned about that. Of course, Daddy, a fine colored man who raised me, didn't accept charity and paid for my education in cash, but not all of us are so blessed. Gnome sayin', dogs?

Again, much dap to you, Brotha and peace out.

Was that proper vernacular? I wouldn't wanna be like disrespectin’ a brotha. Yo. What ever.

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Major Mike Webb

​God's Wartime Consigliere

You can't save the world if you are NEVER born!