I Will Not Be Silenced!

"...Go ye, and tell that fox, behold, I cast out devils, and do cures today and tomorrow, and the third day I shall be perfected." Luke 13:32

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

"You can pay me now ,

or, you can pay me later.  But, you will have to pay. Nothing in this world is free, not even "free time".

My grandfather kept tellingly my mother that  over and over , and over and over she refused to listen. "You got to cultivate the brains dawthur.  You got to study to sho' yo'sef approved."

Not Martha.  Martha Jane Walters was the epitome of the anti-intellectual.  She wanted to sound smart, demanded to lie about her imaginary degrees.   But, she was not about to open a book and study unless the book was on WITCHCRAFT!

 You were not going to embarrass her by telling anyone she was lying, just making shit up to hear her head roar,  either.  Yes, you were going to go along with Martha's ruse or get the "fuck-knocked-out".  Oh, yes, there was going to be some bloodshed and it was not going to be hers.

Yes, you were glad to ride out with her, sitting beside her in her long luxury automobile.  No, no one had to know that you survived on very meager rations in order to afford that car.  Beans, just pinto beans cooked in fatback.  No rice, no cornbread, no biscuits, no meat! No cool-aide.  We didn't even sit down as a family.  Just went up  to that big ass  pot individually, humbly, hungry, starving , praying for a better day.

Sure we grumbled but Martha roared. Sorry ass black niggers always impregnating her and leaving her with  six dumb ass,  worthless ass,  nigger children! "I'll be glad when you sorry muthafuckers leave heah!   I'M THE ONE DAT KEEP YO'MUTHAFUCKEING' ASS HOLES OPEN!"

We had to be the dumbest set of niggers that ever lived.  We took it.  Nine days, nine days in a row.  Mathy's "mess" of beans generally lasted nine days.  That is beans for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

I loaded mine with hot sauce  and pepper.  My daughter marvels at my stealth weight of a mere ninety-nine pounds.  If she only knew.  Did we know we were being horribly treated?   No! Did I think it could be worse? Yes.  As a matter of fact it got worse the day we were finally finishing that huge industrial pot of beans and Mathy cracked up laughing confessing she had found a roach in them.

"Dat's why I didn't eat nun!"

No, I have not been right since.  My trust level for any human being stands at zero.  When your own mother is a nasty perverted pedophile lunatic "root worker", MURDERER  , Preacher, you tend to be a little stand offish.

GOD did right to let Mathy slip off this earth at eighty-seven years old not fully recognized or exposed for the heathen demonic reprobate she really was.

Steer clear of such individuals.  Donld Trump , DT, is such a person.  He smells.  The stench of demonic swine is all over him.  That is precisely why his complexion is unnatural, his hairdo is hideous.

"From such stay away."

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