2013: THL Start-Up, Indecisive Venture Capitalists, Being A Black Entrepreneur, White Supremacy and Why I Might Take Science Away From You

2013 has largely been a horrible year for me. Ironically though, things didn’t start to get better for me until mid-to-late November when I began posting job positions for my start-up, The Hexagon Lavish on SmartRecruiters.com and Jobvertise.com. At that point, people with the requisite skill sets started to emerge and I am happy to say that out of nearly thirty applicants, eight have proven themselves as worthy candidates after taking a rigorously taxing pre-interview questionnaire of my own design. But, this only reflects the last couple of weeks. I still have nearly seven more potential candidates for the positions posted so far and that lets me know that this particular start-up of mine will manifest a reflection of well-selected talent that’s perfectly suited for the operation of this company, in addition to having more employees at the start of this company than what your typical start-up has in the days of its humble beginnings.

In order for this to become a reality, I’ve had the privilege of e-mailing venture-capital-firm-after-venture-capital-firm-after-venture-capital-firm-after-venture-capital-firm-after-venture-capital-firm-after-venture-capital-firm-after-venture-capital-firm-after-venture-capital-firm-after-venture-capital-firm-after-venture-capital-firm-after-venture-capital-firm-after-venture-capital-firm-after-venture-capital-firm-after-venture-capital-firm-after-venture-capital-firm-after-venture-capital-firm-after-venture-capital-firm-after-venture-capital-firm. Let me just say that I’ve e-mailed nearly a hundred venture capital firms and the only firm that was brave enough to respond back was Morgenthaler Ventures (with a “No thanks”, of course). Raising venture capital is the most sound path for me to take in order to build the foundation for The Hexagon Lavish. Bootstrapping is out of the question; going into debt in order to start a business would be moronic; taking out a business loan is even more moronic; and trying to [publicly] raise funding for the company would be the equivalent of sleeping with the enemy since The Hexagon Lavish is a scientific research and development company and, needless to say, the general [read: American] public has no interest in “things scientific” unless of course those “things” include the ability to further accessorize their “smartphones” with unnecessarily blatant stupidity breeds “things scientific”. Nearly a hundred venture capital firms have been notified, by me, of the presence of this start-up, yet only one venture capital firm has acknowledge the presence of this company. Most of you know that venture capital firms can be picky about which venture to pursue–and that’s fine to know–but what’s not fine to know is the amount of time that I have to devote to obtaining funding for such a company as mine. And the reason why I state that is because (and I’ll re-iterate) The Hexagon Lavish is a scientific research and development company.

In this day and age, in addition to the fact that I reside in the United States of America, a post-industrialized State in which the vehicle of “education” is being mobilized to encourage people my age–and younger–to pursue tertiary degrees in science, technology, engineering and mathematics, yet, when I, Desmond Johnel Watson, am in need of venture capital to fund a company in which the need for those who have a demonstrable expertise in science, technology, engineering and mathematics–I have to be given excuses in the form of proverbial pats-on-the-back from would-be investors and sarcasm. I’m a theorist and an entrepreneur; I’m not an entertainer, however, if I were an entertainer, I wouldn’t have all that much trouble finding someone willing to sponsor me. I wouldn’t have trouble finding sponsors if I were dribbling a basketball up-and-down a basketball court. I wouldn’t have trouble if my name was Kobe Bryant or Lebron James. I wouldn’t have trouble incorporating sponsorship from various angel investors, venture capitalists, private equity firms, individual Wall Street brokers/quants that want to be “investors” or even hedge funds if I were a Bo Jangles-wanna be. And this is a problem in Black entrepreneurship; if I’m doing something that does not reflect the concurrent negative imagery associated with “what is Black in the eyes of those who are not Black”, the money pours in. But if I’m engaged in a social activity that is positive and does not reflect the concurrent negative imagery associated with “what is Black in the eyes of those who are not Black”, I’ll never see a penny–unless someone that these venture capitalists (really, globalists…because we’re in a global economy), investors and whatnot, are familiar with–and by that, I mean, a familiar face, a familiar name, a familiar “skin tone”. From the various investors that I have sent an e-mail containing either the executive summary or business plan to, I can count on one hand the number of venture capitalists, “partners”, investors, etc., that are non-white. Four, to be exact. See, this is another stumbling block for Black entrepreneurs, really entrepreneurs as a whole, but pertaining to my case in point, it’s an obstacle. It’s difficult enough to obtain the attention of an investor. Investors, on the daily, are “busy” falling asleep in meetings, flying around the world dumping money in ventures they don’t understand all too well, reading e-mails, letters and what have you from multitudes of entrepreneurs whom all have “ideas” on how “things can work…and be marketed” to various consumer markets as products, but they have no idea (pun intended) what they’re doing, they have no idea (pun intended, again) where they’re going to be within five years….yet, they’ll obtain venture capital with little-to-no issue, and in the meantime, I’ll still be on the hunt for venture capital.

Indecisiveness, on part of the venture capitalists that I have contacted so far, can be greatly overwhelming when it’s measured by the metric of patience (which some have mistaken as a “virtue”). It would be a safe bet if my company were another iteration of your typical Web 2.0/3.0 start-up or mobile/web app start-up, I would’ve seen millions in venture capital being poured into it. Mobile/web app development being the lifeblood of any start-up is something that I’m against and the reason why is because it encourages those with little-to-no skill in programming to engage in mediocrity and a new form of gambling. That should never be the reason for starting a small business. Good reasons are self-education and personal challenge. Also, I’ve acquired this particular strategy in efforts of starting The Hexagon Lavish on the right path: as a business person, you can’t have your hand in every honey pot. You have to find a specialization that you are the best at and develop it into a workable business(and according to the response that I received earlier this month from Morgenthaler Ventures, I’ve found a niche for my company). Doing something that already exists means that you’re competing with veteran companies that have acquired years of experience and are in a position that you more than likely will never secure and will leave you in positions in which you won’t survive. So, with that said, you can now see why the majority of failed start-ups are in the mobile/web app area. Being an entrepreneur makes you an agent of change; not a follower of the herd. Also, you need to bear in mind that a hero is a coward with only a few options. Most take the option of just doing what everyone else is doing (i.e., the ongoing “smartphone” craze). However, in the process of trying to do something, you’ll likely get something done that’s better than being a couch potato.

Another strategy that’s not so obvious–to some–is the fact that it helps to have an “enemy”. If a company that can directly oppose The Hexagon Lavish rears its head, that would be good news since that would entail that a rival company has come up with a product that can compete against a product that my company has produced and introduced to the global economy. However, that does not mean that my “enemy” is in a position in which its products can outperform a product owned by The Hexagon Lavish and much like LG did to Zenith, I can make that company disappear. But the “good” that can be derived out of that potential “rivalry” is the progress that the “rivalry” produced, leading to substantial profits (provided that the “rivalry” involved selling of said products to the mass global economy and not just domestic market place). With that said, the probable counter-strategy that is being used against me is the fact that major corporations, such as Microsoft, are intentionally ignoring me, which is what they’re supposed to do.

All in all, it ain’t hard to tell that money is the major player in the equation of entrepreneurship. As a person that’s about science yet does not “love” science, it’s important that I impart a short story about what happened to me in 2013 because the majority of Arheliean’s readers, more or so, are 100% dedicated to science and you all need to be forewarned on how dangerous it is to harbor such a dedication without being sensible enough to split that dedication between science–and money. If you are 100% dedicated to science, you are going to get exploited by people are more dedicated to money. The most important thing when it comes to starting a new company is financing, which is why I’m bringing up the money thing. With The Hexagon Lavish poised as a scientific research and development company, I have to be careful about exactly how much venture capital (or, money in general) I pursue since the company will inevitably fail if all of the money is put towards R&D. If most, or all, of the money is invested in R&D, no one will buy any product that’s derived from all of that research and development that went into the product. With that in mind, I have to fall back on competitors already in the market, such as national labs, universities and giant multinationals. My company engages in “unorthodox research”; not to be mistaken with the vague term “technical research”. A distinction needs to be made between a company that conducts in technical research versus the founding of a high-tech start-up, as the two are very different from one another. Technical research is highly capital intensive as it involves money to fund scientists, research engineers and expensive equipment to actually conduct the research. This tends to occur at your more prominent universities and large companies that can dedicate a budget solely for R&D. Smaller companies that receive significant funding from the government or are affiliated with universities can conduct technical research. Start-ups are founded by people that have some form of expertise in a particular subject matter and a strong entrepreneurial bent and either a product or an “idea” that could lend itself to a product or service. Companies of this nature receive their funding via venture capital. The latter describes The Hexagon Lavish.

Typically, high-tech start-ups make their money by commercializing a field that was opened up by either large businesses or government/national labs and these entities come up with products (i.e., microchips and the Internet, etc.) and once their progress reaches a certain, critical point, then it’s time for venture capitalists to seed start-up companies…and do realize that those with the money have the power to manipulate influence. For the most part, the people that “run the world” set things up so that the masses really want to be controlled. It’s a game of bread and circus. Take a look at the current social gauntlet taking place here in the United States of America; over 66 million working age people possess a tertiary degree and they’re all looking for jobs. If you’re spending most of your time looking for a job or working at one, you’ll be too exhausted to go through the rigors of starting your own business and you’d rather go home and retire to the couch and watch your corporate sponsored entertainment from your corporate made “high-definition” television and, at the same time, curse “corporatism” for your perils and woes. Instead of standing out amongst the masses, you’d rather relish with the masses. The masses are mostly docile, playa. As long as they’re being fed and entertained, they’ll be “obedient” but if you try to get them to rise up in the manner of speaking, they’ll quickly grow annoyed of you.

In reference to the short story that I had promised all of you, back in February of this year (2013), I began frequenting a local restaurant; during my second visit, while sitting at the bar waiting for my to-go order, I happened to glance around the bar to see a familiar face sitting there. I walked over, made my presence known to this person, chatted up for a while until my to-go order came through and left. Ever since that encounter, I started meeting up with this acquaintance of mine every Saturday weekend. During my third visit, my acquaintance introduced me to the man that shucked the oysters (this particular restaurant’s specialty was seafood); I’ll infer this man to you as “Mr. Hunter”. “Mr. Hunter” (who, by the way, wasn’t from the city that I’m currently staying) had asked me of my “specialty” (hinting at my knowledge in mathematics and science) and then inquired whether or not I would be interested in “helping him develop an app“. Firstly, I replied that I could, if I wanted to, and after I had responded to him, I then decided to take a quick gander around the establishment’s environment and took quick notice that I was amongst the few non-white patrons in the restaurant and took an even closer notice of some of the looks I had been receiving from some of the other patrons there–one or two frowns from a married couple to the right of me, one or two frowns from another married white couple to the left of me–it then hit me that these looks of peculiarity, possibly curiosity, stemmed from the disbelief that I could afford to sit and down a few craft beers and pay $10 for ten shrimp delicately placed atop stacks of ice on a plate that could obviously hold waaaaay more than just ten shrimp…all while mixing and mingling with the so-called rich. As swiftly as a whirlwind, within a week’s time, “Mr. Hunter” was able to arrange a sit-down with two acquaintances of his own (one of which I would later find out to be his lawyer). These two acquaintances of “Mr. Hunter”, they shall remain nameless (because by revealing them could lead a legal confrontation) but I will say that one was a fairly, wrinkled-skin white male just shy of his mid-60s whom most would mistake for one of those pederasts that were featured on Dateline’sTo Catch A Predator“; and the other was a short-haired, millionaire real estate broker who possessed only as much as a high school education. A white woman, to be exact–a white woman, presumably in her 40s, whom I’ve already called a “bitch” via text message (I’ll come back to this point later).  So, to put things in a simplified perspective, I’ll refer to my would-be business partner’s acquaintances as “Sir Creepy” and “the bitch”.

Well, as I’ve stated previously, within a week’s time of getting acquainted with “Mr. Hunter” and this “idea” of a mobile app that was poised to “change the world” (the ever-present cliché), myself, “Mr. Hunter”, “Sir Creepy” and “the bitch” (along with “Mr. Hunter’s” twenty-something son (who also worked at the establishment)) all sat down one Saturday afternoon and began to talk about this “idea” of an app “Mr. Hunter” had, the background of the idea, his (Hunter’s) background and my supposed role in bringing “Mr. Hunter’s” idea into reality. “Sir Creepy” states that I can order whatever my heart desired off of the menu and, at the same time, I’m fielding questions on my background in mathematics and science and how long I’ve known “Mr. Hunter”. Needless to say, at the time, it would’ve been about just about a month since I had been frequenting the restaurant, so we’re talking only two-to-three weeks that I’ve been engaged in talking with “Mr. Hunter” on this “idea” for an app and now I’m sitting at a table with two millionaires discussing the development of the app, however, we were not speaking in the manner of negotiations. I was now caught up in the clouds of confusion–and, unbeknownst to me, was the beginning of the strategy that they (and by “they”, I mean “Mr. Hunter”, “Sir Creepy”, “the bitch” and more than likely, “Mr. Hunter”s” son) had already formulated to use against me by having me believe that I was capable of developing the algorithm (or, algorithms) that would be used to program this app. And, I indeed did believe that I was highly capable of developing the app–provided that I would be given the money to acquire the necessary equipment and software that would be needed in order to conduct the research and commence development of such an app. During that initial meeting, “Sir Creepy” introduces to both myself and “Mr. Hunter” an employment contract. It wasn’t until after I had signed the contract that I noticed that myself and “Mr. Hunter” had “hired” those two acquaintances of his to introduce the two of us to investors that “Sir Creepy” and “the bitch” knew (or had as clients of theirs). The mistake that I made was being foolish enough to place trust in someone that I had only known for a short time, allowing excitement of knowing that I was playing a part in a “world changing” journey.

When it came time for our next meeting, it was being held on a day that I was working, so the time had to be changed to accommodate me so I would have enough time to go home, change and meet up with the three of them at the location that they had chosen to hold this meeting. Now, mind you that my so-called business partner’s lawyer (“Sir Creepy”) did not live nor work in this city where we all initially met and neither did “the bitch”, so, if they wanted to, the three of them could conduct business between the three of them at their convenience because “Mr. Hunter” did not live here (southwest Georgia) either. These three could’ve been talking amongst each other, on the side, without my inclusion, which was not stated in any of the clauses within the contract that both myself and “Mr. Hunter” had signed. Nevertheless, I was able to leave work an hour ahead of time that the meeting was scheduled for so I would have enough time to prepare myself. The meeting was scheduled for 6:00 p.m., only they had chosen a location that I wasn’t all too familiar with so I called my business “partner” and he asked me to meet up with him back at the restaurant. When I arrived, “Mr. Hunter” had on a nice-looking suit and had copies of a new contract lying on the table at the bar. This contract was supposedly a joint venture agreement (I would later learn that it wasn’t a complete joint venture agreement). Instead of letting excitement get the best of me, I didn’t sign it right then and there. I was still a little miffed at missing the meeting and wondered why my business “partner” didn’t just put everything on hold until I arrived at the location of the meeting.

Reading over the agreement, I saw “Hunter & Watson”, which was to be the name of this joint venture, which made me question as to why “Mr. Hunter” did not want to create an actual partnership between he and I instead of some short-lived joint venture–especially if investors, corporations, giant multinationals and what have you decide to jump in on the uniqueness of this software. At our final meeting, which for me was our third meeting, I had disclosed to them the method of detecting a pattern in the mathematical foundation I had developed for the algorithm for the app and they all acted as if I were discussing partial differential equations (and I wasn’t). They pretended as if they couldn’t understand the methods, which of course I had simplified it to the point that a nine-year old could comprehend the mathematics behind it. I had it all typed up in a six-page document and had printed out four copies of the documentation. I kept one copy and the three of them each had a copy. During the meeting, “Sir Creepy” imparts to me and “Mr. Hunter” about some electrical engineer that operated a software consulting company in Atlanta, Georgia. This electrical engineer, according to “Sir Creepy”, was a graduate from Georgia Tech and has experience in mobile app development since he and his company had gained some notoriety for developing an app that was used mostly during the tsunami that devastated Japan a couple of years ago. I guess, to “Mr. Hunter”, “Sir Creepy” and “the bitch”, that sort of “fame” that this particular person (in Atlanta) was the right person to develop the app despite the fact that initially I was to be the one to develop the application. It even said so in the “contract” that I had signed. Part and parcel of the strategy that they used against me was to convince me that I was the main player in the project but only to get me to the point where I would work late nights doing code development for the app and then try to coerce me into giving up my intellectual property to them–and if I didn’t, they would just simply refer to the “contract” that I [and “Mr. Hunter”] had signed and say, “Well Desmond, you did sign this ‘contract’ and you agreed to hand over your intellectual property. See, it says so, right here…”.

The code that I had developed, I did not hand that over to them, but “intellectual property”, in this manner, did not just refer to the work that I had done prior to that last meeting, it refers to anything that I hand over in their possession such as the six-page document that pretty much explained what I had done in contribution to the development of the app. So after the meeting was over, “Mr. Hunter” and myself are outside of the building where the meeting was held, walking to our cars, and he imparts to me about going to Atlanta with “Sir Creepy” and “the bitch”, along with six million USD ($6,000,000 USD) “to give to the electrical engineer that will be working on the application”. Again, I became caught up in the clouds of confusion after hearing him–and after the clouds cleared–I inquired him on how in the world can a short, stout-looking white male in his 40s who’s a high school dropout (though brags about his 147 IQ) and shucks oysters for a living and shares a 1994 foreign-built minivan with his family possibly come up with that kind of money. “Mr. Hunter” confesses to coming in contact with several investors that have already expressed interest in investing into this “idea”. Thing is, this mawfucka chose the wrong time to disclose that information to me, and also, another thing came to mind–that this toad was content on taking the six-page document that I had gave him–and also to the other two mawfuckas–and give to this so-called “electrical engineer” in Atlanta–so I decided to take matters into my own hands. That very same night, I took $35 and copyrighted my intellectual property by registering it with the Library of Congress and, as of November 2013, I officially own the copyright to that intellectual property (PIR). After spending the next two days putting together the pieces of the puzzle–and getting literally pushed out of a lawyer’s office and having the door slammed in my face–I walked away from the deal.

What happened to me mirrored that of the plot of the 1997 movie, The Spanish Prisoner, only I didn’t end up in jail like the main character did at the end of the film. Taking this vivid experience into account, the lesson learned wasn’t necessarily who to trust, rather it was to be more careful of what you ask for. Everything that happened to me was basically at my own fault. Yes, I was being bamboozled into thinking that this was a good deal, but if a deal is good, it will reveal itself as being good–and this was not a good deal to begin with. For instance, in the matter of the employment contract that was supplied by “Sir Creepy” and “the bitch”, if someone were to go to McDonald’s and inquire about possible employment, that person wouldn’t go there and try to get themselves hired in accordance to some “employment contract” (that they had wrote themselves) stating that they will be hired upon agreement of the clauses stated in said contract. The hiring managers would laugh them out the door–and that’s exactly what I should’ve done, but didn’t–and once again, I asked for that to happen to me because I didn’t know any better. But now I do. I had asked for that to happen because I went against intuition and my instinct and signed the contracts (both the “employment contract” and the Hunter & Watson joint venture agreement), though I was unaware of the conniving nature in which my “business partner” and his two acquaintances operated. As far as the contracts themselves go, the “employment contract” did not specify any parameters, any clear definitions to the terminology nor any clarifying language in regards to the software, what it’s intended purpose was or why it was to be created in the first place. It just stated what it was to be (a mobile app). On top of that, before any contract is to be presented, negotiations are to be made and that never occurred prior to “Mr. Hunter’s” acquaintances bringing a contract into the picture. The joint venture agreement, between myself and “Mr. Hunter” was drawn together by “Hunter’s” lawyer (“Sir Creepy”), in the first place, was too short than your standard joint venture agreement, plus it lacked the social security numbers of myself and my so-called “business partner” (yes, it’s imperative that these things be on a joint venture agreement). This is another reason as to why I queried why “Mr. Hunter” did not want to form a partnership instead of a joint venture agreement. I made the mistake of allowing myself to be under the impression that he would want to continue working together after the success of the “allergy app”. These three mawfuckas did not even have the slightest amount of respect for my skill-set to even give me an advance for the work I was to attribute to the project, which is the law. Anytime intellectual property is involved, an advance is to be given to the person or persons that will be doing the work (i.e., contributing intelligence in the event of developing said project). They weren’t hesitant about giving some electrical engineer in Atlanta $6,000,000 USD in order to convince him or her to work on the project. Meanwhile, I received nothing…for the time being…because now, I own the official copyright to my intellectual property. I’ve yet to name my price.

In retrospect, that was the most eye-opening event that I had experienced in 2013. By “eye-opening”, I’m not referring to “Mr. Hunter” or his creepy, child-fucking lawyer or that “short-hair-like-Anne-Heche-having-ass-bitch” who struggled with understanding that -1 + 9 = 8. No, by “eye-opening”, I’m referencing the amount of knowledge that I’ve gained from this experience–and, of course, this is my experience. This experience was a real world-lesson in white supremacy as well. When it comes to Blacks in America coming off like thugs, gangsters and what have you, some white people aren’t afraid of them but they sure like to pretend as if they are; but when a Black person, specifically to wit, a Black man, exemplifies someone that has attained knowledge and comes across diametrically opposed to the thug/gangster image that has become damn near synonymous when it comes to being Black in the U.S., some white people are afraid of that particular reality and they do not pretend as if they’re aren’t afraid of that reality. Having a so-called “friend” (who’s suspect, by the way) pretend as if he wasn’t afraid or the least bit intimidated by my knowledge just goes to show you how no matter how long you’ve known someone, you simply can’t trust them and you can’t just walk around thinking that if you comport yourself a certain, respectable way that people will view you justly and won’t make an attempt at manipulating you or using you to get them at some attainable position in their life. That’s the basic premise in white supremacy: using other people for self-gain. That’s how chattle slavery in the U.S. came to be; that’s how Jim Crow laws came to be; that’s why it seems that in order for a Black person to “make it”, they have to either shuck-n-jive, make folks laugh, play sports, sell drugs, rap, get shot in the ass, thuggery, put on a dress and pretend to be a bitch (literally), gain notoriety from whoredom…whatever. So what’s the big deal about being a Black man that’s knowledgeable in science and mathematics that has some white people all up in arms? I can’t be like Neil deGrasse Tyson or any of the morons in the National Society of Black Physicists. People “like” Neil deGrasse Tyson because he spends time hosting lectures, getting paid to speak on dumb shit like going to Mars and discussing nonsense such as the dynamics of Thor’s hammer. He appeals to the comic book crowd that your below average American calls “nerds”–and that’s fine by me, because I can’t be associated with what your typical below-average American goes around classifying since your typical below-average American is one of the many Americans that have a tertiary degree and yet they lack the requisite skills to even compete with me–and I do not possess a tertiary degree. To give you all reading this blog post a real world example of what I’m saying, seven out of the eight candidates that I have interviewed so far for various positions for my start-up are foreign nationals. Only one of the eight is American-born. 88% of those that I have interviewed so far are foreign nationals, yet 1 out of every 4 working-age Americans have a tertiary degree. This is a classic example of the minority being the majority.

How is it that I, Desmond Johnel Watson, a Black man living in the post-industrialized State known as the U.S., able to not only compete with people that have a college degree but start his own scientific research and development company and yet doesn’t even possess a college degree, however, over 66 million working age Americans do have a college degree and are not starting their own companies, rather they’re begging employers to hire them?

The strongest power that white supremacy utilizes is the art of being influential by way of affluence. In the interest of business, affluence paves the way for start-up companies, specifically to wit, high-tech start-ups. Without affluence, you wouldn’t have venture capital; without venture capital, you wouldn’t have the household names in technology, science and engineering that most of you now know by heart. For those of you who haven’t a clue as to why the cost of health care in the U.S. is skyrocketing (and will continue to do so, thanks to Obamacare) is because of two main factors: affluence and technology. Please know that I’m not trying to draw a comparison between venture capitalists and white supremacy; that comparison has already been at play long before this blog post existed. Like I had stated before, there exists within the hearts and minds of some people an innate fear of Blacks, in particular, obtaining notoriety and “wealth” by way of contributing something positive to the world instead of just being a footnote in the history of humanity by entertaining the populous world with their blatant stupidity and fame. No venture capitalist, private investor, former CEO or private equity holder is going to pour money into The Hexagon Lavish if I do not form a team. However, I’m willing to bet that if I were a white entrepreneur, I would’ve already been had several investors “interested” in an idea of mine alone. This is one face of many faces of white supremacy. It’s not the burning cross signifying the Klan’s mark on society that’s the face of white supremacy; it’s the fact that I have to work harder to obtain the exact same goal of getting venture capital as someone who’s a white entrepreneur. A white entrepreneur that seeks venture capital will need to have a team formed in order to receive funding. Venture capitalists need to wake up and come to the realization that the world is changing and learn how to delineate between the fool and the wise person. The fool is the one who continues to cling to antiquated ideas and beliefs that are harmful and not at all productive. The wise person is the one who pushes for change, and the only way for me to push for change is to cause a disruption in the power structure of white supremacy–and to do that is take ownership of an asset that everyone has popularized and love to pretend as if they care so much about it, and that “it” is science.

I mean, what more would you expect from me? I was embarrassed early on back in 2013. Though I pretty much asked for it (by way of false contracts and being duped into a joint venture with a conniving “business partner”), still, my knowledge, my skill set, my expertise was exploited. So what better way to making white supremacy regret ever crossing me than to take one of your prime assets away from you than to take ownership of science itself? How would you all like it if the team that I’m putting together takes ownership of one of your most beloved possessions? Answer: You wouldn’t like it at all. Besides, who exactly can stop me from doing so? Mind you, so far, eight people have proven themselves to me that they’re willing to join me in my quest of taking science away from you. Playa, I’m not being boastful; I’m being serious. People played around with me (nh) in 2013; so starting this year (2014), I, along with my team, will be taking away a precious asset you all claim you love and cherish but you don’t. Nah, you all would rather try and popularize science. No one outside of the U.S. [and perhaps, the United Kingdom] is concerned with popularizing science; they want to learn science and further the necessity of learning of science, which in itself is the foundation of science.

-D E S M O N D | D T O ™