NO WEAPON!

"No weapon formed against me shall prosper." You look and laugh. Smug and conceited you are still confident in your deceit. Charming, clever, "yalla", silky hair, big legs and a white woman's flat ass.

Your little simple self delusional mind is churning as fast it can. It is early Saturday morning, June 18, 2011 and you are wondering who you should call first. Which son should you call? Should you call that "no sensed" crippled doctor? Or should you call the one that ruined your life? You were only sixteen when you had his ungrateful ass. "De nigga don't nevah come to see me til he want sump'in. Always sending dem thieving ass grandchurin here wid da begging ass."

"I ain't gon call dat drunk. Might hafta give him sum money. De one dat married dat white woman is a little skiddish. I'll have to creep up on him a luddle mo' careful. He too smart, he remember too much. You know dat nigga didn't invite me to his weddin' and didn't tell me his damn daddy was dead til de nigga was in his grave."

"Dat luddle jet black one in Texas is too far away. I got him doe. Well, his dawtur. Little black heifer come up here talkin' 'bout she want to go to UNC. I put the brakes on that shit! It hurt don't it? I know it hurt and what you don't know I'm gonna make it hurt sum mo. Dem slow dim-witted niggas. Dey ain't got sense enough to catch me. All you got to do is hollar 'Lawd! Lawd!' and you can trick a dumb nigga into anything."

"I've been torturing dese simple ass niggas for over seventy years and dey still doing lak dat Gee-zus tole dem. Dey forgive me and just when dey think everything is fine I rip dem a new ass hole again.He-he-he-he-he."

"Lawd! I'm good. Ain't nobody gon eva catch me. I'm too smart. Dat gal got de nerve to try and wake up. Got de nerve to warn people 'bout me. Shee-it! Don't nobody pay no attention to nuttin' no luddle black ass nigga got to say. She may as well shut her mouf, quit wasting her breath."

I am going to keep blogging. I am going to continue posting on FB. Nothing can destroy my faith. GOD is going to supply all of my needs, people brave enough to be followers of my blog, people brave enough to post their profile picture, an exceptional agent, a lucretive advance, an excellent editor and publisher, a best selling book, a block buster movie, and a brilliant voice.

Dear LORD I thank you. "You've been so good down through the years."

"After God had finished the rattlesnake, the toad and the vampire, he had some awful substance left which he made a SCAB. A SCAB is a two-legged animal with a corkscrew soul, a water-logged brain and a combination backbone made of jelly and glue. Where others have hearts he carries a tumor of rotten principles. A strikebreaker is a traitor to his God, his country, his family and his class." Jack London, 1904.


A "mother" cloaking "unnatural affection" is the equivalent of a strikebreaker, a human monster, a terrorist, the lowest form of vermin ever created.

GOD put that quote in my hand early this morning. That's what that "woman" that served as the vehicle to bring me to this earth is, a "Strikebreaker", a coon, the devil's imp. Now more people can have a better understanding of GOD's WORD. That term "unnatural affection" is powerfully illustrated by her mis-spent life.

Yes, GOD made some vessels for honor and some for dishonor. Mathy Jane, the woman that chose dishonor, sold her soul to the devil and she betrayed everyone that tried to love her, ripped and ran a muck for eighty-five years. Now she is in shock. The devil has finally abandoned her. Can you imagine? That evil spirit that she secretly loves and honors so much finally betrayed her. Can you imagine? The devil finally did to her what she did to others for far too long.

The gig is up! "Ye shall proceed no further."

It's not color, it is character. It is not material wealth, it's GOD's glory that you should seek.

Your daddy told you over and over for years but you couldn't hear him for lying and thinking of a millions ways to destroy GOD's children.

GOD doesn't lie, "No weapon formed against me shall prosper." No, I couldn't fight you. You were very successful in your sick treachery. But, look at what GOD did with all of those keyloid scars , all of the unnecessary pain you made me suffer.

Yes mam you devastated me, you knocked me flat, you debowled me slowly, threw your rocks and hid your hand. But GOD picked me up. Praise the LORD. It is still true you know; "Apart, from Christ you are still nothing."

Humble yourselves ye double minded and beg GOD to forgive you.

Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel