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The Missing Piece To Cuomo’s Losing

By: Saint Twenty November 5, 2025November 6, 2025

Saint NowAfrican American, Andrew Cuomo, Central Park, History, Law Of Slavery 1600, Pragmatic Leftism, Seneca Village, Zohran MamdaniLeave a Comment

This is the missing piece to Zohran Mamdani beating Andrew Cuomo, who fell out of my favor as I learned his problematic history. June 23rd 2025 I confirmed to Cuomo he wasn’t going to be mayor (read Andrew Cuomo Crossed Me). This is why Mamdani started surging ahead of him last minute. Behind the scenes I saw the above post of Cuomo saying nigga on the radio on June 19th 2025 and saved it. Just days prior to choosing the democratic primary. Andrew Cuomo’s fealty to Israel coupled with his racism was the final straw.

Thus he went from winning for months to flopping last minute, because my mood shapes the political landscape (read PSA: My Mood Dictates Politics).

Y’all gonna learn to respect black people. If you want to say nigga earn it like my ancestors, I’d be more than happy to put you on plantation for a fraction of the time. Giving the full experience: whips slashing your back, selling your children, poor living conditions, rape, breeding, working you to the bone and more. Fair trade. Us reclaiming the word is the generational wealth you’ve otherwise stripped from us. How were Central Park and the projects formed? By taking the homes of black people. Every time we come up it’s stolen from us. How was the African American created? By English men fornicating and raping African women, then changing the laws, so we wouldn’t inherit the wealth owed to us (read Why I Say Play Brown Sugar). We’re entitled to reparations. Not one inbred dirty white has beat me in a debate, because I know my history. Despite the white imagination facts are facts, I’m well educated and speaking the truth. Don’t try me, you’ll get spanked. Via: Pragmatic.Leftism

Updated: 11/6/2025 9:04am

Happy Juneteenth 2023

By: Saint Twenty June 19, 2023June 19, 2023

Saint Know1619, Caste The Origins Of Discontent, Gynecology, Happy Juneteenth 2023, Hulu, James Marion Sims, Juneteenth, Robert Moses, Seneca Village, Serena Williams, The Crown Act, Tori BowieLeave a Comment

Gynecology was created by James Marion Sims, by experimenting on black women. He purposely didn’t administer anesthesia, because he felt us inhuman. Black women don’t feel pain. Which is still seen in hospitals today, look how Serena Williams was treated. I wouldn’t be surprised if Tori Bowie’s death was preventable, but no one heard her.

I think of all my ancestors, kidnapped, sold, enslaved, wealth taken from them to make highways, with Robert Moses creating the projects for the displaced people, how they’re wealth was taken when they turned Seneca Village into Central Park, how their fingers burned picking the smallest pieces of cotton off a huge seed for hours in the hot sun, because hateful whites were too weak and lazy to work, how the African American came to be due to the mass rape of African women by white men, who created race so said children wouldn’t inherit their wealth and slavery could continue when they were no longer allowed to bring new slaves from Africa in 1808. How I was treated, even as a divine. Watch 1619 on Hulu, read Caste the origins of our discontent and understand I will show no mercy. Every Uncle Tom, every barbaric white, all aligned with them will suffer in this world and burn eternally in the next. Enjoy your time, anyone who aligned with this is no friend of mine. Y’all gonna learn. Artist: The Crown Act

The Kim Cattrall Project

By: Saint Twenty August 6, 2021August 6, 2021

Saint KnowFeminism, Kardashians, Keeping Up With The Kardashians, Kim Cattrall, Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, Robert Moses Projects, Samantha Jones, Seneca Village, Sex And The City, The Beatles, The Kim Cattrall ProjectLeave a Comment

Something I’ve been working on is messaging Kim Cattrall, adjuring her to reprise her role as Samantha Jones. I don’t know what kind of hoodoo, voodoo, shit is going on, but literally every time I turn on an episode of Sex And The City, it aligns exactly with what’s occurring in my life. I finally realized it’s another synchronistic universal message, confirming and guiding me through life. Although it can be dated in regards to the multi-cultural tapestry that is in fact New York City, let’s face it, some people straight up only have white friends.
As a native to said tapestry I can attest to the fact that we haven’t come as far as we pretend, even NYC can be problematic in the neighborhood divisions. I mean this is the place that turned affluent black Seneca Village into Central Park, the inception of Robert Moses Projects project, taking homes from colored families for highways. I happened to be one of two black families (before I said three, but after serious discussion, it was decided my adopted ex-friend with his white mom didn’t count), to grow up on the Upper East Side. FYI my ex-friend is a Jewish, black, homosexual, I’ve grown up with combinations of complex people that I now realize are complete anomalies to the majority of the world. In fact my entire life is an anomaly. I too lived in a bubble, until the world gave me varying experiences of highs, lows, and people from all walks of life, not just mine, for me to see the full scope of things. So yes, Sex And The City can be a bit problematic (it’s not intentional), with the name plates and what not, but it’s still one of the greatest pieces of art ever created. Well written, apt and essential in a woman’s search for self.

I can truthfully say Samantha Jones changed my life. I was a Charlotte at one point, but used the Carrie in me to observe the discrepancies between gender expectations. It made me a bit of Miranda cynical, but then I said fuck the dumb shit and let my inner Samantha shine. No longer wanting the emotional restraints women are conditioned to have, denying ourselves pleasure to be subhuman to the patriarchy, I lived a very Billie, Sasha, Sex Life lifestyle. You know why? Because Samantha fucking Jones gave me the balls to do it. She gave MILLIONS of women that prerogative. Samantha Jones loved herself, giving me the courage to do the same. She was also the only one in the black club, ready to throw hands.

Sex And The City works better together, because the characters are so varied it allows women to be who they want and not some cookie cutter, dubbed a freakshow for wanting an identity of her own, however she sees fit. FEMINISM. The show is GROUNDBREAKING, the characters, cultural icons. Do you know how many times my friends and I STILL reference SATC, as it soothed some hardknock we were going through, no matter the ethnicity?
I implore you, join in, send Kim Cattrall a message on why we need her. A biologically tribal species, we need the band back together, for the sake of humanity. I rest my case.

*The photo of Ringo Starr and Sir Paul McCartney is only there so everyone can acknowledge Ringo is carrying the class. I love you Sir Paul, but blonde highlights, with that mustache makes you look like an adult film star. Give Ringo his flowers for this photo.
Watching The Beatles last performance always kills me inside, but everyone was swagged out af. “I Got A Feeling” hits different during that final concert. I can’t take another heartbreak, Kim Cattrall PLEASE! How did SATC impact you? What would you write to Kim Cattrall? Via: Gigi Engle & Golden Earth Boy