Had a buddy who was part of America’s Special Forces. I knew back in high school he’d be someone ultimately protecting people from the wildest of animals. I knew this, because in high school, He could bench over 230 lbs, run 100m in less than 11 seconds, knock a 200lb m*t*erf**k** out quick, and weighed just under 140 lbs. How the hell!?

So, I asked my physiology professor about this. Got a pretty cool answer.

Well, a nice predisposition of type tpe 2 and 2x fibers. Maybe some actinin-alpha genes in there. Mixed with a good Jim Brown-like training methodology, and a lil’ bit of hood mentality instilled by yo mama and pappy, you’ve got yourself a beast of a man. - Dr. Bowers

Ok obviously I added a little bit of the wording to the original quote. But here’s the point. That answer got me inquisitive about science and technology, and STEM. I went on to get a PhD because of it. But it has since run it’s course. Science (at least the way it is now in our nation) is not what it used to be. Or maybe I’m not who I used to be when I still asked questions. There it is. “When I still asked questions.” I don’t ask questions anymore. It’s a good sign that I’m getting older and the American way of capitalism has successfully shut me up. Lol.

Hey, make sense of this:

“I’m a black man, in a predominately white capitalist world, working for the people, constantly disrespcted by the people who work in my field.”

No pity parties here. It’s been the way. And I might be feeling a way about it. But it’s all good. I grow daily.

Science. No longer relavent. I think it’s my turn to give answers and stop asking questions.

What do you sit back and ask questions about? Make your own Q&As. No one owes you an answer. Black holes still won’t give up the goods (pun intended). We still don’t have a sectional on the moon. And I still can’t travel back in time to whisper in the ear of my abused, 6 year-old self.

That my friends, is my science: More questions. But my answers (with no p-values). Lol.