Hold it!

I always loved "church" growing up.  It was a small church, considered a little uppity.  We were Methodist and our church was red brick.  We had a bell tower, running water, electricity and a piano.  One day the presiding elders assigned us a "woman" pastor.  The church was in an uproar.  My grandfather defended her, was her greatest champion.

The lady's name was Ethel V. McIver.  She was a "school teacher", had never been married.   She was a woman of very high moral standards.  She was a good person but she had no consideration for any one's time.

She did improve the church, added an office, kitchen, dining room and bathrooms.  Many still didn't like her.  Some pastors refused to let her sit in the pulpit with them.  One thing I know, my grandfather loved her and my mother hated her.

My mother mocked Rev. McIver for never having a man while she could get any man she wanted.  So she claimed.  Now that I think back, sure, my mother had a lot men.  Men did chase her but those men would chase a dog.  Ladies, think quality not quantity.

I know my mother took my first boyfriend when I was fourteen and my husband when I was thirty-three.  There was no lost.  It was truly a blessing from GOD.  Any male, any man willing to "bed" the mother of his girlfriend or wife is not worth having, ever.  "To GOD be the Glory."

The evildoer prides himself in ;"You didn't see me!  You can't prove it."   No, I can't see but I can feel and discern.  Of course you label me paranoid, insane.  I thank GOD for making intercession for me.  I can not deny what I saw with my own eyes, what I felt.

"Many are called, few are chosen."  One thing about it, no bully can bogard her way into Heaven or scrub clean my memory.

Praise the LORD!

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GOD loves you.  (HE) must love me fiercely to bless me so, for so long.

(HE) sure loves my beautiful brilliant daughter!  That girl is awesome! Thank you LORD!

Pick up the pieces

No matter what my mother did on purpose or accidentally,  it was never her fault.  No one was ever grateful enough and nothing was ever good enough for her.  I do understand why she spent so much time highlighting the flaws of others.

Is that what we do? We can see the mote in someone else's eye but we can't see the beam in our own. We can serve GOD and Man but no one else can.  We do get full of pride because we drive a nice car, live in a nice home.  Some of us become rude and abusive.  For some reason far too many children attend school just to "floss",  to amaze others with their multitudinous expensive name brand outfits!  Many students work after school jobs in order to maintain their best dressed status.  They always look good but have to sleep in class.   The only reason most past is because they are consummate cheaters.

Many students arrive late to class so that everyone will have to admire their "gear".  Yes, the children are rude, vulgar, violent,  often high.  They reek of hatred, arrogance and racism.  The saddest fact is they remain uneducated.  Most can barely read and most have little interest in acquiring an education.

They are a lustful, carnal group. They are lazy liars.  American civilization is on the rapid decline.

"Come ye out from among them."

Praise the LORD!

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"Curses! Foiled again!" had to be my mother's motto in regards to me.  I am always winning.  Worse!  My mother had to pretend to be happy for me when she ached with debilitating jealousy.  All jealousy stems from wickedness.   Martha would have never found herself in that weakened condition if she had never been low enough to practice WITCHCRAFT!

A woman that practices WITCHCRAFT is the lowest.  There is no lower category.  Whale shit on the bottom of the deepest ocean is not lower.  Some how our mother did shape us to believe that she truly loved us and never wanted anything but the best for us although we were the cause of her low station in life.  We were the reason she had to whore on the side, work two and three jobs, lie, sneak, steal, plot, "work roots", connive, manipulate.  Don't look at her fruit!  Who the fuck are you to judge her!?  You caused this shit in the first place!

Martha was always irritable.  Everyone knew to approach her with caution.  Mathy would fuck you up! "She had power!"   You had power over the mental midgets you created!  You had power over the brains you scrambled and bragged about, laughed about.

  Not only were we ungrateful, we were all black niggers!  None of us were worth shit.  Yes, she did hate the day she had us.  Yes, she should have aborted us just like she did those other five but she really loved us, please forgive her.  Take this little token bullshit gift and lets move on and don't you ever make me that angry again.  "You nutted up!"  my mother laughed, mocked me.  She sent me a letter smeared in her shit and I "nutted up"!   Help us LORD!

A person can listen to all of those lame excuses and accept the lies of their captor or they can "Come ye out from among them.".  I chose to leave.  I chose to disassociate myself from such an enslaved family.

Praise the LORD!

I do

find it amazing that my mother could actually MURDER her own father and her hand never so much as tremble.  The "woman" never shed one tear, not the first one.  Never bothered to put a headstone on his grave.

How horrible.  Pride.  Ignorance.  Superstition. Immoral.  Dishonest. Rude. Brutish. Brattish.  Cruel. Primitive. Savage.  All the first characteristics that come to mind when I am honest with myself about the true character of my mother.  No matter, it is a choice.  The audacity of my  mother, a woman so devious she would rather feign  stubbornness and pretend arrogance than live righteously. I know so many "black people" that are pure parasitic imps screaming racism at the top of their lungs knowing full fell they are human maggots and would never be tolerated in any other race.

  For her to rage and fight when we "betrayed" her in any way while she was attempting to punish us for every breath we ever took is mortifying .  We embarrassed her!  We inconvenienced her!  We prevented her from becoming a model.  We prevented tall good looking men from wanting to marry her.  Delusional!

Ladies, once you go "Waiting to Exhale",  that relationship is over.  That man is never going to deal with you again.  Your pregnancy will turn him off unless you "hold your peace."  Play nice until you get that "paper".

Far too many "black" people do chase "white" people thinking their culture is better. The fact is "Slave mentality" affects all of us and it's effects are lingering out of sheer ignorance and wickedness.  "Hiding" was a practise implemented by sadistic slave masters.  Slaves that had their skin ripped off with a cat of nine tales for disobedience were "hided".  Red canine pepper , salt and turpentine was rubbed into their open flesh.  While it was extremely painful, it did prevent infection.

Of course such cruelty is designed to break the spirit, the will of the slave.  Docile slaves were the out come.  So, the master thought.  I've always wondered what made my mother so cruel.  She was after my spirit.  She could not break my spirit because I have her spirit.  She was a tenacious imp.  She would not quit.  I've learned so much from my mother's wickedness, things I would never do.

People must learn of such wickedness.  People must stop lying and protecting wicked people because they just happen to be black.  I do regret defending O.J. Simpson.  I do hate racism but I hate wickedness more.  That man killed those innocent people.  That was wrong.  Dear LORD please forgive me for siding with "my race", my color, my people.

We must pray and stop pretending that this world is not in crisis.  I can not support Black Lives Matter and attempt to divert blame to racism for the plight of black people.  The black race is full of far too many wicked people.  We do not need another candlelight vigil, we need the truth.

I fled education! Vipers! Sodom and Gomorrah! The inmates have taken over the asylum.  We let a man too dumb to be a janitor become the Superintendent because he was black.  The nigger was a coon!  Not only did he look like a coon, he talked like one.  He was an absolute embarrassment. He fleeced the system.  When the white devils get tired of robbing they turn what they messed up to the black devils, thus Dekalb and Clayton Counties.

When you have to fake teach ethics you your society is doomed.

Integration was never implemented properly .  "White Privilege" has run rampant around the world for far too long.  It is the righteous verses the wicked.  We must suffer for Christ!  Christ suffered for us!

Wrong can never be made right.  A lie will never become the truth.  My mother hated me, tried to destroy me secretly, tried to steal my grandfather's mantel. Backfire!

Praise the LORD!

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said about me or felt about me I've always been very confident in "Me", in myself.   I've always had a sense of "self".  I always knew something was very wrong with my mother.  Certainly I could sense how she was feared, dreaded and also loved.  I always felt my mother was very popular, well liked, welcomed.  Number one , she was quite gregarious.   My mother was funny.  She was Richard Pryor and Moms' Mably and fortunately she kept that carnal side a little more carefully.

I do hail from a hilarious family though.  We are a riot.  We will fight.  We cuss, drink
likker", steal, sell hot shit.  Some used to flimflam , boost and sell a little "stuff" on the side.  The best years of my life were enjoyed when my mother discovered the "Meat Man'.  He was an ordained minister that drove a Cadillac, sold "hot meat" from the Commissary out of the back of his car.

Man, we lived  good for a few years.  We had so much Lobster , we made Lobster salads for snacks.   We had T-bones, Fillet-Mignon, ham, center cut pork chops, ribs,you name it.  Man, life was good.  Then he got caught and went to jail for a few years.  The A.M.E.Zion Church never frowned.  I guess they agreed with my mother; "The devil might of brought it, but GAWD sho' sent it!"  We laughed.  I agreed.  Man that was some good food.

We didn't go back to "grits and grease" but Mathy took us back to "a thousands things" , Pinto beans.  No rice, no cornbread, no meat, no Cool-aide, nothing.   She cooked them in a huge industrial pot.  They usually lasted nine days.  I weighed ninty-nine pounds when I graduated from high school.  People complained about the dining halls at A. & T.   I gained thirty-five pounds before Thanksgiving!

GOD has been with me, every step of the way.  Bitch shaved my head three times, never had the money to send me to the hairdresser.  I had the most beautiful head of hair any woman has every had.  Bitch worked me like a slave and starved me.  GOD put a "shape" on me.

So, evildoer, do as you please.  Keep on, you will not win.  "Crabs in a barrel".  Can't "black people" see that "we" are "Crabs in a barrel".  My mother could not get her dumb whorish ass out of the barrel for trying to crush me , my brothers, her father, her entire family back down to the bottom of the barrel.  I don't care how I twist it, I can not blame racism.  I can blame my mother for being a volunteer imp, a whore, a WITCHDOCTOR  that preached!  Evil has nothing to do with color, race, pigmentation, money, lack of money.  It is a choice.

I will not cloak for a demon!

I know this, anyone cloaking for my dead mother will not be blessed!  She's dead!  None of us have to fear her any more.  She did threaten to rot our assholes out.  My mother was hilarious when she was vexing someone else.

R.I.P. (Rot in Purgatory)

Praise the LORD!