I taught for thirty years and could rarely get more than a few students to read, to actually study. They all demanded an "A". When denied that "A" they felt entitled to, the insults flew. "You can't teach!" "Your quizzes are too tricky!" "I hate You!"
My retort; "I am your academic coach! You must learn to practice critical thinking skills! "
Lazy is lazy. Anti-intellectual, vacuousness, is real. Most people are so easily led to hate and blame others for their cultural differences , we remain uncivilized fools demanding to blow another country off the earth. We deliberately spread the most hateful rhetoric and pretend to be puzzled when we are hated. Far too many people in the United States still cling to that racist lie that whites are superior, and are more deserving because they are some how more moral.
Sixty-four years of "living", traversing on this earth, has taught me many with that "holier than thou", "more moral", "more gifted", more blessed attitude , are simply lying.
Far too many people are willing to live a fake life, something they make up and mock up for the sake of Facebook and fooling others, they totally miss out on the good life GOD created for them.
NO! No! NO!NO!NO! No fake preacher, volunteer viper for satan is going to come to this earth, high jack and ruin every life she every touched. Die bragging about how great she was at scrambling our brains, tell an abominable lie on my grandfather, commit unspeakable acts against the innocent for eighty seven year, die laughing and never be spoken of again!
If that happens, every word in the Bible is a LIE! GOD can not LIE! satan is the father of all lies! If you are still lying and defending the likes of Martha Jane Walters you are just as lost, perhaps just as demonic. JUst as Narcissistic, Jezebel, Cain, Saul, Absalom spirited.
Preach falsely if you want to. That Word is still real. The book of Proverbs describes you as "rottenness to the bones". I pray for every mother and father afflicted with a wicked wayward child. Why are we plagued with so many adult two year olds? We fear them. We appease them. Some of us are waiting patiently for them to die. Most of us think we need them for their financial help, never realizing they are the reason we are always financially strapped.
"From such stay away." "Trust GOD" It does not cost one cent to be a decent human being. If you can't trust GOD, pray. If you can't pray, pray to pray. Do know the people that hate you, talk bad about you, unfriend you, were never really your friends.
Some people are merely acquaintances, stepping stones, a means to an ends. When they leave, bid them a fond "fair thee well."
I know people that can not or do not care about the millions of small children being robbed of their innocence daily, are what they are. They will receive their just reward. There are times I suffer flashbacks of my mother's brutal treatment and I nearly collapse. Then I think of the good her mistreatment lead me too.
The greatest joy I have is knowing she failed. She did brag that she won. She lied. She wanted my life to fare far worse than hers. The only way that could happen, I would have to be a blithering idiot.
Ironically I have enjoyed quite a good life for the most part. No, I never had a lot of money. I did manger to squeak by on a modest teacher's salary.
We have never been hungry. We are well traveled and very cultured. Perhaps I did spend too much money on clothes in my youth. Young women should always look good! Youth is fleeting. It is a vapor. Ladies, buy the best, wear the best and take a lot of pictures.
"Be ye hot or cold!" You can not be lukewarm. Now is the time to decide whom you want to serve. You can NOT stand stagnant, uninvolved. Make a decision!
My mother was able to con us into thinking revealing her would be the worse form of betrayal. She could always cry on cue. That woman could put on such a performance , you were glad to be her footstool , if if would make her feel better.
It finally occurred to me, if we are supposed to be so tight, so close kin, why did you do such horrible things to me for sixty-two years? (To us? Why did you MURDER your own daddy?) Why were you such a repulsive coward?
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Granddaddy spun the wooden latch open and the crude wooden door of his Smoke House fell open. I loved this place, so centrally located. All clapboard with a tar paper roof. a shed for his mule on each side. Near the pump house covered with mint julep. A brick walk way led to his screened in back porch. From there you could enter his huge kitchen or his huge pantry.
I can remember every square inch of my grandfather's home. This beautiful paradise is etched in my brain forever. For some reason this particular day stands out. I loved the smell of this place. Granddaddy had all types of meat curing. Country hams, shoulders and various types of sausages and liver pudding.
This particular day Granddaddy's hand went straight to a side shoulder , something with and ankle. Granddaddy unwrapped the burlap to expose a glob of maggots squirming in that ankle bone. I remember my grandfather throwing that huge piece of meat away. I asked him why not just cut off the part with the maggots. He explained he could not. "It is ruined, blow flies blew it. It is ruined. The whole thang is tainted."
I do compare my mother to those maggots. Some thing satan planted in the family to ruin us. I do understand why my grandfather could not banish her. He could not throw her away.
There were times Martha did not show up for weeks and months. Did granddaddy know Martha was an unfit mother? Of course he did. There was no way he could correct her. She was never going to listen.
I thank GOD that my grandfather was a good man, a man that prayed and lived right. A man that taught me to trust GOD. He taught me to read and study my Bible, to respect all people regardless of color or religious affiliation.
For what ever reason my mother never wanted anyone to have more money than she had. The greatest problem about that, she never really had any money. Money is not everything and GOD always provides.
Praise the LORD!
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