"Don't believe the hype!"

I never expected people to still be so ignorant.  How long will human beings argue and debate about "race"?  If you can freely transplant organs, blood and tissue you are obviously of the same species!

Imps know this they just play thick like my "mother". I will not receive your rude hateful snubs.  You may do it, I will not be offend by your ignorance, your vacuousness.  Go read a book dumb ass!  Stop hating!  why don't you read that Bible you pretend to up hold and love?  The Apostle Paul thanked Timothy for his "unfeigned faith" in 2 Timothy.  Why?  Because so many fake.   No, they don't have to fake.  Most faking is out of habit, out of weak faith.

I was forced to accept, to know Christ early in my life.  My very foolish, very violent, very dangerous barbaric "mother" used to beat us brutally as small children.  Worse, she would always announce our impending brutalization with great great gusto and much cursing.  "i'm gone beat the living water shiiiiit out you two BLACK ASS MUTHAFUCKERS!!!! COME GIT YO'MUTHAFUCKING BEATIN!" 

I was only six, seven or eight.  I would say; '(Fuck that shit) and take off!  I would run away just like a slave!  I would hide deep in the woods for six seven hours.   Darkness is the only thing that would coax me out of hiding.  When my "mother" made my brother block the door I made to our only bathroom.  No one could piss or shit until I was promised a reprieve, probation or some sort of assurance that my tiny body would not be assaulted.

Failing all of that, I got the Holy Ghost!  If Mathy Jane just insisted that I must take her savage brutality I resorted to my last resort, The Holy Ghost.  I got It!  I got it for real!  I spoke in tongue, danced across the floor on one foot.  My "mother" would get so ticked she was rendered useless.  She couldn't even hold a switch or belt.

She laughed.  I was dead serious.  I was a child and learned early this Jesus character was alright.  He would come when you called (Him)!

My brother on the other hand insisted on always actually coming!  He would actually go and get his beating!  I called him a fool.  I think he was trig to prove his masculinity.  He always wore three pair of pants and refused to cry.  Shit! I was hollering when the bitch hollered!  The more she hollered the louder I hollered.  My loud mouth saved me.

Praise the LORD!