I Feel Good

Yes! I'm up early doing the James Brown on my demon possessed 'mother's" head! Yes! I feel good!

What a low whore! What a sick ignorant reprobate. She would have supported tRump, no doubt. Yes, this low whore for satan actually believed she birthed her own sex toys, her own fucking slaves.

I rebuke you bitch! Stanking slut! I rebuke all of you "Christian" illiterates demanding that I honor and love that hoe!

I am not ashamed, I'm proud. Early this morning GOD reminded me of how [HE] saved me, snatched me from the jaws of certain death, again.

It was early one rainy morning. My mother dispatched me to the Bus Station to pick up her ex-husband. Mind you this nigger had (secretly) molested me for ten years! From age four to fourteen.

No, I did not want to go and pick the sorry nigger up but, no one ever told Mathy Jane "No", ever.

I was nineteen and my mother loaned me her "boyfriend's" Mercury Montego to keep while attending college. It was a cute little car but the brakes went out. I told me mother , she told me to pump them much faster and or use the emergency brake.

Yes, I was young and dumb, had never heard of brake fluid, brake pads and I trusted my "mother's" wisdom. I must have driven that little car for over six months with no brakes. I slid into the back of cars at red lights but the nice old white men always forgave me.

This one particular day my own "mother" forced me out into a torrential rain storm to retrieve a man she knew I hated, a nasty ass pervert!

I am sure I was driving too fast for "conditions". I was still a child. Attempting to stop at a light I lost control of my car, it went spinning and spinning wildly. I remember declaring; "I'm coming to you LORD" as I braced myself for the end. An eighteen wheeler was barreling down on me.

At the precise moment I uttered the word Jesus , The Dear LORD lifted that little car and sat it on the median that divided this eight lane highway. The eighteen wheeler breezed by me within a quarter of an inch!

I related this tale to my grandfather. He chastised my mother, gave me the money and demanded she fix my brakes immediately.

Praise the LORD! 

My grandfather's act of kindness was just another nail in his coffin as far as my evil demon possessed mother was concerned.

She died lying, died unrepentant. Some of my fellow victims declare they still love her. I don't give a shit! Some fools still love tRump!

REVERSE THE CURSE!

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"