CONVERSION THERAPY!

Convert to what?  for what? Are you serious? Jesus told your non-reading illiterate blind following the blind asses to look at the beam in your own eye before you judge the mote in someone else's.

According to these modern day Evangelical right-wing Pentecostal Scribes and Pharisees people can't do shit! We can't drink! Can't smoke! Can't cuss. Can't pleasure yourself.  Can't fall in love with the same sex.  Can't date or love outside of your "race".  Can't use their restrooms. Can't have a birth certificate.  Can't have the Social Security and Medicare you paid for. The rich do not have to pay taxes or serve in the military.  They can start wars and keep their children out of harms's way.

 Well,  why did Jesus turn water into wine at the wedding? Why did (HE)  tell us that it is not what goes into the man that defileth the man, it is what comes out of the man that defileth him.

If every one is not entitled to healthcare why did Jesus  feed the multitudes so often?  They were the dummies following Jesus around not bringing their own lunch.

Yes, Jesus did tell us to turn the other cheek but, (HE) did not tell us to stand there getting the absolute shit pounded out of our asses.  Why do we have to wait until we get to heaven to get some milk and honey? Why does ONE MORTAL MAN CLAIM TO HAVE TEN BILLION DOLLARS!?

Is that fair? What kind of GOD are we serving? Or should I say, what kind of GOD are you serving?

Liquor  did not make my mother do anything.  Perhaps it was a great excuse.  What ever people do while under the influence, they planned to do.  Some times we do need some liquid courage.

No, I do not think my mother was all bad, not one hundred percent.  There were a few times she stood up for me, looked out for me.

We lived on Main Post, very nice housing, all red brick, all clean , all  beautiful. 1C Rogers Street. I was thirteen and  for some reason our next door  neighbor felt comfortable enough with my mother to drop by one day , very pleasant , very nice.  She went on to tell my mother how much she admired me and that my mother had done an excellent job raising me and wanted to know if it would  be alright for her to hire me to do a little ironing and light housework from time to time.

My GOD from Zion !  I did not expect to hear what I heard that day. My mother cussed that woman so loud and so long , I know people heard it in Fayetteville.

"Bitch! If you don't get your white ass the fuck out of my house! Assin' me if my beautiful , brilliant dawthur can wash and iron your MUTHAFUCKING CLOTHES! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MUTHAFUCKING MIND! I AIN'T  RAISING MY DAUGHTER TO BE NO WHITE MUTHAFUCKER'S SLAVE!!!"

I was quite impressed.  Actually shocked because I was willing to do it.

Divine Order.  Stay tuned.