I won a house and my mother turned out to be my worse enemy. Racism is a problem, but it doesn't have to be. My mother's problem was plain old wickedness. "Get thee into a far country. Get away from your people."
I hear you LORD. Some very evil people are slithering about trying desperately to destroy GOD's children, (HIS) Divine Order. It can not be done.
I was always the opposite of my mother. She took pride in disrespecting her father. I memorized every word.
"Niggaz buy whut they want and beg for whut they need."
"You can tell a man's character by the condition of hiz shoes and hiz mouth."
My grandfather was the tall silent type. He was not a big talker or braggart. He was a keen observer and a listener. What happened to my family through the efforts of my mother had to take a long time. My mother's evil was incomprehensible, even for her. She did not know what was happening to her. Yes, she knew she was evil. She knew she enjoyed it very much but Martha was just as powerless to stop it. She had to be endured.
We do occupy an extremely evil world. It doesn't matter. Evil can not win. Every evil thing my mother and this world did to me has turned out to be a blessing.
The advent of Martha Jane Walters matured me, made me strong. I am a great discerner of evil, of pure bullshit. Donald Trump is Martha personified. He is my mother if she had had money. He lies just like her, just as quickly. He emasculates people, men in particular, just as quickly.
One thing for sure, America (AmeriKKKa, 'Merica, Murucha) will get the government it deserves.
Praise the LORD!
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