Saturday, December 05, 2020

BACK2KC Reimagines 'Woke' Startup Scene

A somewhat recent video of hottie Karruche washing a classic car might be more captivating and historically relevant than a recent gambit from denizens of the Kansas City startup scene but their efforts deserve a peek as well . . .

And so we examine the Kansas City tech world attempting to get "woke" (and avoid going broke) as they prep for the future . . .

First glimpse at the mission . . .

"Part of ensuring Kansas City’s bright future depends on addressing its past. Turning the Red Line into Green Lines, stimulating underserved communities and investing in the success of BIPOC members of KC’s community is a must if Kansas City aims to become the Most Entrepreneurial City in America."

Follow-up . . .

"A hardworking Midwestern city prides itself on its accomplishments, of which there are many. From thriving new startups to multi-million dollar exits, this session looks at how Kansas City is building an economical ecosystem ripe for dreamers and creators to thrive. "

You decide . . .

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Actually, her name is Karrueche and I would like to screw her real deep and hard.

Anonymous said...


Oh this is the biggest BS story ever. And to think some people will fall for this propaganda is laughable.

Anonymous said...

Yes, EVERYONE is an entrepreneur!
They have nothing that anyone wants to buy and couldn't tell a financial statement from a baseball lineup, but they're looking for "funding" and the least the taxpayers could do is to come up with a few million so that all these folks could chase their dreams.
Go get a job.
Stop living in fantasyland.

Anonymous said...


Oh, yeah..here comes all the black hi-tech wizards and entrepreneurs... yeah...riiight.

Anonymous said...

more boosterism.
forgot to mention the hot horny good girl bitches on every corner.
thx, reminded me how much i hate this town!

Anonymous said...

I was convinced that the greatest calamity that ever befell the benighted nations of the ancient world was in their having passed away without a knowledge of the actual existence of Kansas City; that their fabled Atlantis, never seen save by the hallowed vision of inspired poesy, was, in fact, but another name for Kansas City; that the golden orchard of the Hesperides was but a poetical synonym for the beer-gardens in the vicinity of Kansas City. I was certain that Herodotus had died a miserable death because in all his travels and with all his geographical research he had never heard of Kansas City. I knew that if the immortal spirit of Homer could look down from another heaven than that created by his own celestial genius upon the long lines of pilgrims from every nation of the earth to the gushing fountain of poesy opened by the touch of his magic wand, if he could be permitted to behold the vast assemblage of grand and glorious productions of the lyric art called into being by his own inspired strains, he would weep tears of bitter anguish that instead of lavishing all the stores of his mighty genius upon the fall of Ilion it had not been his more blessed lot to crystallize in deathless song the rising glories of Kansas City. Yet, sir, had it not been for this map, kindly furnished me by the Legislature of Missouri and Kansas, I might have gone down to my obscure and humble grave in an agony of despair, because I could nowhere find Kansas City. Had such been my melancholy fate, I have no doubt that with the last feeble pulsation of my breaking heart, with the last faint exhalation of my fleeting breath, I should have whispered, “Where is Kansas City?”

J. Proctor Knott