POWER!

"You have not because you ask not."  Not because of your skin color! Not because GOD over blessed some undeserving peon that you secretly hate.  It is that simple. Billions of hue-man beings engaging in absolute repugnant filth! There is no excuse for that kind of "lack of faith". It doesn't cost one red cent to live as a decent hue-man being.

You don't have to be a scholar to understand the admonition; "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you."

My mother knew that, taught it, preached it, all while carrying a sick , deep, sadistic hatred for all things good and righteous in her black , jealous, envious heart.

My mother did warn me that I would grow to hate her with a passion when my blinders finally fell off.  She was right as usual. I have tried to convince myself it's her behavior that I hate. That's a lie. I hate that bitch.

I hate her for being a sadistic coward. I hate her for her brilliance , her perfect conniving con act. I hate her for being greedy, common, cruel and lustful.  I hate her for never recognizing one single boundary.  I hate her for being a pathological liar full of charming charisma. I hate her for being a successful INCESTUOUS PEDOPHILE ROOT WORKER!

But then, I say thank You LORD! The demonic evil my mother "washed my face in" for sixty-two years would have gone unnoticed if Martha had not gone too far, tormented for far  too long.

Now I'm looking at seventy-two year old tRump, my mother's evil twin. Yes, he has been too evil, too long. His vast wealth , white skin and gender have spared him about as long as possible.  tRump you have come to the end of your road,  demon possessed MUTHAFUCKER!

How ironic, my mother murdered the one man that always loved her unconditionally. As horrid as my mother was, I would have remained her dutiful stooge, her willing footstool,  if she had not murdered my grandfather. Not only did she take a good man's life, delighted in it.

Martha lived her entire long life bragging about her many schemes, scams and flimflams. Yes, s/he even bragged about the five babies she flushed down the toilet.

I must laugh and admit that while all this shit was going on I was rather clueless.  Did I think all wo/men kept multiple lovers? Did I assume that I was the lame loser, goody-two shoes my mother claimed I was because I refused to adopt her life style?

I don't know about you, but, I smell DESOLATION! What can tRump do? Can he repent? Is it too late? Shall he find the courage to take his own life?

tRump, my man, your ten billion dollars up against the Holy Ghost,  is like one lone piss ant up against Moby Dick. 

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"

"REVERSE THE CURSE!"