I consider DT to be a very fortunate white man. An accident of birth put him in the "right" place. He reminds me of my "mother", just as damn ignorant and lying.
So!? How many beds can you sleep in ? How many houses can you live in? So he has more money than most people can spell? He can't take it with him! Shit! He got to die just like I do! And guess what … his shit stank too.
He is equal to me and every body else in GOD's eyes. GOD is no respecter of man. He is a trickster. So!? He can't win. No, he can become President. But …he can't defeat GOD. So?
My "mother" foolishly did every thing evil she could in her youth. When she woke up she was repulsive, couldn't stand herself. Was deeply and secretly ashamed of herself. Never enough to change though. Much too delusional. Martha was just too full of con to ever go straight. Plus, know when to give up.
Granddaddy told me to give up when I was eighteen. "Leave heah and don't nevah come back!" GOD even told me. I did the best I could to escape Martha. I am human and I had no one. Terrifying fear kept me tethered to her. She murdered my grandfather. But, one day I had my daughter. Found out what real maternal love really is. Praise the LORD! One beautiful brilliant child that has brought me nothing but joy!
Yes, my own mother was a demon, a witch and she did secretly torture and vex me for sixty-two years. So!? I'm fine! RETIRED! Walking my dogs, drinking coffee, reading, pontificating, enjoying the American dream. She's dead. I know "the deal" and I'm not cloaking for her. I do think poor Martha thought it was her voodoo and viciousness that kept her a secret. It was our shame. VOODOO, WITCHCRAFT! in the twenty-first century! A PREACHER!
She bragged that she fucked my life up. Yes, I cried just remembering "what could have been'. Then, I said; so! Life sucks! It sucks for every one. It sucked for Jesus. But, it is going to be alright. I've been "broke" my whole life. "Broke" ain't nothing to me but an adventure.
For my whole life poor Martha was always around to snatch, steal, destroy, lie and just be the ignorant imp she was. She didn't win. Sure, she scuffed me up but I'm still here. I FEEL GOOD!
I WON A HOUSE! A RED BRICK HOUSE! Sure I've had some bad experiences due to the interference of my insane mother but I have done well as a result of her torture so "I won't complain".
Good looking out GOD!
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