IT'S RAINING...

***THE GWEN DOSTER DIARIES***

THURSDAY, APRIL 30, 20/20:

I WAS HER "Door keeper".  I must say I was quite proud of my assignment.   Out of all of her children, I  was trusted, deemed intelligent enough to greet her "clients".  I was granted the opportunity to  subtly gleam important private information from her poor downtrodden, poorly educated "clients".  I was the warm, friendly face that welcomed the ignorant imps into our home   in order for Madame Watson to fleece them penniless.

Madame Watson was going to shut them up in her "private room", spooky and mysterious .  Made Watson was going to convince them to give her a clipping of their pubic hair. Madame Watson was going to put that pubic hair in a jar. Madame Watson was going to fake a made up prayer, just some gibberish s/he made up in a feigned foreign accent.

Madame Watson was going to switch that jar for some putrid shit she already had under the table , covered by a long table cloth. That table was complete with a crystal ball, Tarot cards, "Goofer dust" , High John the Conquerer and other talismans guaranteed to get you anything your heart desired.

Madam Watson was going to cut the pure fool screaming and hollering that you had been "rooted"  and you old had days to live.  After crying with you,  Madame  Watson would offer to sacrifice hundreds of dollars of your money in the Cape Fear river. s/he was a good Christian wo/man and s/he didn't want your money, s/he wanted you to live.

Once I helped my "mother" fleece her pigeons,  I am the only off spring s/he would take shopping.  No, s/he never gave me my fair share of the "sacrificed loot" s/he deliberately switched.  Mainly s/he granted me the privilege of witnessing how good GOD was being to her .  Yes, s/he always claimed it was GOD, Jesus blessing her to be smart enough to lie and fleece these dumb ass sheep.

DISCERN! DISCERN! DISCERN!  just know my "mother" and djt are twins.

BEAMING!!!

Of course I didn't know any better. s/he was my "mother".  This was "Life". Shit, a nigger better have a "hustle". Hustle or pick cotton! What the fuck!

No, my mother never offered "education" and hard work as a solution. Anyone that did, anyone that promoted that Jesus shit was a damn fool , according to my "mother".

No one can imagine my deep confusion.  Why go to Church and sit up with people you think are fucking stupid? Why bother?  Well, it seems my "mother" believed "Church attending" was a "payoff", a type of trade.  It was ; "Look GAWD! You see me sitting my bored ass up in this country ass church , wid all dese black ass niggers , you know I hate.  You know I'm gon' break you off some of the "change" you blessed me wid."

"Yes, I'm really jest here to show these black ass talkin'niggers , I'm SOMEBODY! I GOT MO'MONEY DAN ALL THESE LAME ASS HOLIER THAN THOU SUMMA BITCHES!"

My "mother" would don a costume befitting Whoopi Goldberg in GHOST!  It is fascinating because my mother was in fact a Palm, Tarot, Tea Leaf  READING CON ARTIST  that could not wait to separate you from your money.  I do have to pause and laugh sometime. My "mother" would have collected some many "Stimulus Checks" by now , djt would be stunned.

One thing my old evil "birther" knew and never doubted, niggers are superstitious , envious, jealous and easy to trick out of their money. It is a fact. My "mother" learned this early, labeling Cold Cream "Lip Reducing Cream" and deliberately exploiting dumb ass niggers fresh out of slavery.

I do know s/he did not win. Yes, I fully recognize s/he was LEGION!  By the time mjw expired s/he was beyond despicable. Yes, s/he was HORROR UNLEASHED! Yes, s/he did skillfully use the Church to live a horrid life.  But, s/he didn't win!

BEAMING!