Man, now I know ...

how the captured run-away slaves felt.  I know how Gabriel Prosser, Nat Turner and Denmark Vesey felt.  How John Brown felt, betrayed.  All these men lost their lives trying to free a bunch of worthless niggers, snitches.  Satisfied docile slaves.  Volunteer imps.  Crabs in a barrel determined to keep every crab in that barrel , making sure every crab suffer the exact same fate even if it requires the greatest con game imagined.

Don't say it can't happen, is not happening.   We see it every day.  Black people are killing and destroying other black people at an astronomical rate while fake black leaders are enraged about police brutality.  Of course I hate police brutality too.  I hate racism but I am not going to lie and pretend blacks are not culpable and do not participate greatly to our demise.

No greater traitor, dream destroyer was my mother.  The worse thing about her was her stealthiness, her ability to con and mesmerize.  You know she had to be satan's perfect demon in order to pull off her despicable life for eighty-seven years.

Do her victims know they were her victims? Yes! Well why do they remain silent, mum? Co-conspirators, human beings without natural affection also.  So called Christians of little faith.

What about her church?  What about it?  They would not even pray for her.  Ran off and left her in a ditch.

Why am I the only victim of this lecherous creep to speck up and reveal her?  Yes, she was a ball buster and I am not a man and I can not imagine revealing to the world that my own mother physically and sexually abused me from birth.  No, I will not criticize any one in that position.  I will continue to pray and fast for you.  I do pray that Almighty GOD will restore the manhood that beast stole from you.

Dear children be abundantly blessed today as you travel this road called life.  In the Mighty name of Jesus Christ our LORD I pray.