I used to follow my grandfather around like Doris Troy - Just One Look

a lost puppy or a little biddy following a mother hen.

The first thing granddaddy did every day was gather the fresh eggs from his Chicken Coop.  I do remember the eggs were brown, not the commercial white we have grown accustomed to.

I did notice every once in a while,  granddaddy with discard and destroy some of the eggs. Always an extremely inquisitive child , I asked him why. He would take his time and explain to me that some times eggs "adle". "Adle", go bad, rot.

I did disobey him once, busted one open after he told me not to. "Dawthur, take dese eggs and throw them away , way over there, sit them down gently. What eva' you do, don't break'um."

Curiosity got the better of me and that was an experience I shall never forget.  I had to clean that stinking mess up ! Quickly, with all dispatch . I was so ashamed for disobeying. My self- punishment was having to clean that crap up before granddaddy walked back around to the front of the house.

I never shared that experience with granddaddy.  Some how, I think he knew.

Mr. tRump, all brown eggs are not rotten and all white eggs are not pristine. The fact that you have proved to the world that you are just another extremely immoral, predatory white man,  does not mean all white men are like you.

Stop encouraging Christians to judge, to hate. If you are not an anti-Christ you should not act like one.

REVERSE THE CURSE!

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"