The Season was dry in Georgia

The season was dry in Atlanta, Georgia the Summer of '82.  I was growing "old" rapidly, the reality of perennial spinster-hood loomed over me like a black cloud.  I couldn't find a man, not a black man on my level.

I had no "game". Sure , I had "looks" , a shape that would make a "bulldog hug a hound", but asexual as fuck.

(That low life sneaky, sadistic ass Mathy Jane did something to me, something devastating when I was a helpless infant. Yes, my "mother" was HORROR UNLEASHED!)

This racist world locked me into a "race", a category,  I did not seek. A status I have always rejected because racial division by color and hair texture is some bullshit straight from satan's playbook.

To make a long story short , I ended up with A FUCKING FAGGOT!  I mean seriously, a FUCKING FAGGOT'S FAGGOT! No, not bisexual, tri-sexual. Just another jealous ass, ignorant ass, highly un-educated piece of shit! A common pathological liar sans the morals of a maggot.

You couldn't keep the sniveling snake out of the church. You couldn't stop that illiterate ass-hole  from carrying a book he never read or had any interest in reading.

Niggas! Quit trying to hide your "perversion" by marrying lame ass "Christian" women.

I am  sure my evil demon possessed closet gay "mother" always hindered my pitiful plight. Yes, Martha Jane Walters was a "dirt chunker", a blessing blocker, a hater, the devil's chief disciple.

   Why? The dumb,  poorly educated slut hated her slutty self. She was forced to hate herself by the liars in the church.  I'm sure they made her forgive her rapist , blamed her for being "fast". They made her lie. No wonder s/he became and remained a pathological liar.

None of that shit preached about "homosexuality" is true. According to Christians a hue-man being can't touch their own bodies. You can't cuss, can't drink, can't smoke. You have to turn the other cheek, "obey your master", suffer and suffer on this earth until the LORD calls you home where you will enjoy your "death" in a "heaven" full of  other terrified , paralyzed,  deaf, dumb,  lockstepping blind sheep. 

BULLSHIT!

Read, study, discern, think critically!   Never trust a liar!

Be abundantly blessed as you learn we've been had!

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"

"REVERSE THE CURSE!"

Watch the evildoer closely

The best thing I can say about rump, he is my mother's horrible twin. Only the LORD Jesus Christ knows what a horror that wo/man truly was.

AN ORDAINED MINISTER! What kind of church, what kind of people are dumb enough, vacuous enough, racist enough to sit up under such garbage? 

UNREAD!  Stupid ass niggers (*I am not racist, a nigger is an imp of any color ),  waving and toting a Book they can't read if they wanted to .

 Ridiculous!

Yes, my poor ignorant slutty mother pretended to demand credit for dutifully attending church for eighty-seven years in a row. Mathy didn't give a shit. The sick demented succubus that volunteered to give her life to satan just went to church to flex.  The whore needed somewhere to park her Cadillac.  Demanded admiration.

As a child I watched my mother use her brand new mink stole as a rug. Just like Prissy in Gone With the Wind ,  I gleefully retrieved it, hung it up. Kept her room clean, washed her dirty "draws".

Why? I was groomed from birth to never be anything but,  my "birther's" footstool. (So,  that low stanking whore thought. "No weapon!" bitch!  NO WEAPON FORMED AGAINST ME CAN EVER PROSPER!)

Martha hated all them niggers in Wade for always talking about her. The thought of Wade Station caused my "mother" to rage, scream and to deny, deny, deny. Nothing was ever her fault. Niggas 

ain't shit!"  was her perennial retort.

We all understood that. Martha could get a man, keeping him without the aid of voodoo was an impossibility.

Many, many,  managed to escaped.  They were not blood.  They were grown, they had money, power.  We were just some hapless "black ass bastards" doomed to suffer until that slut died.

No, very few  of those men tried to rescue us. But , raping  and molesting  us for her was rarely a problem , it seems. Martha never minded doing, telling, exposing her nasty stanking ass was always the issue.

While Martha managed to crawl into her dirty little grave lauded and "loved", most of her victims still pretending to remain  clueless, it is not over.  It would have been over if s/he could have humbled herself enough to pray,  to repent. S/he didn't. S/he "acted the fool", acted "the rump".

I'm laughing at that idiot just celebrating his win. Slow your roll imp, so did Martha Jane Walters.

No doubt about it, your Desolation is on the way!

BEAMING!

'COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"

"REVERSE THE CURSE!"

LORD OF LORDS AND SAVIOR!

 

By the time I entered college my precious granddaddy's once tall chiseled body,   had dwindled down to a long , tall,  bag of brittle , arthritic bones.  Mostly from debilitating rheumatoid arthritis, extreme racism  and my "mother's" nagging ass, non-stop, lying ass, ill tempered hateful mouth and fucking dumb ass scheme after dumb ass fucking scheme.

I fled North Carolina A & T State University , (in Greensboro, NC), every Friday, ( after Football season) , to drive the sixty miles to see my "granddaddy"!

Yes, we were tight, thick as thieves. We didn't even have to talk, we would just give each other the "eye", the look,   and nod. (The ***** at it again, we would sigh simultaneously, why?))

No, granddaddy did not cuss or curse,  drink, fornicate or carouse. He was really a good Christian. Genuine. Went to church dutifully EVERY SUNDAY! Served as the Sunday School Superintendent for years. Never stole one penny, whereas his daughter would and did steal everyone blind.

I arrived to witness my "mother" screeching and raising hell with my grandfather  for having an "accident". Grandaddy did not play with "constipation". He was always taking Ex-lax or some purgative,  and apparently he had taken too much this time.

I smiled gently; "No problem, granddaddy, I got you."

I remember the pink cardboard  box of "Mr. Bubbles" I poured generously,  making sure granddaddy would enjoy his warm bubble bath. I must have been strong. I just lifted him up in one scoop,  and I gently lowered his old, leathery, brittle body down into the tub.

I patted him dry, powered him like a baby, put clean underwear and freshly ironed pajamas on him. Made sure his linen was clean and fresh.  He was delighted. His ancient , wise eyes twinkled.

I trimmed his thick mustache, cut his long straight "Indian hair". I cut and filed his toenails and fingernails, massaged his arthritic bones.

While applying Jergen's lotion I noticed  tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. "You don't have to cry granddaddy...I don't mind. "

He just smiled and beamed; "Baby... you know, I used to change your diapers and here you is changing me."

We laughed .

Just BEAMING!

I can assure you, GOD has a plan!

Yes, I accidentally married a stone  faggot, not a mere homosexual. A bona-fied sissy! The nigger pure hated women, tried to pull that "Christian" shit on me. I'm still laughing, a dumb muthafucker that never read one fucking book in his entire life wanted to rule over me!

His dumb ass demanded to be the head of the house! Dumb bitch, learn how to fucking read! Do know that without a swinging dick, your tried fagged  ass is totally worthless.

Yes, you fooled me and I accidentally fooled you. Yes, I did sincerely believe that I was celibate for Christ. Little did I know I was truly asexual as a muthafucker , due to my "parenting". True, I did suspect you were halfway "gay". But, never in a million years did I suspect you were pure PUSSY!

 Shit, it was horrible! We tried. I think we both had good intentions. We both thought we were good "Christians".

I did read and study my Bible every day!(Little did I know that idiot carried his for show)

 I have been searching GOD's Word for nearly sixty years. Yes, the Bible is a valuable tool. It the one book full of wisdom that you can trust. You can't "Cherry pick" it as most imps do. It is NOT a lucky charm, a Talisman.

It requires devout study.

The Holy Spirit did not create a Book for ravenous wolves to use to fleece innocent dumb sheep. But, that is exactly how it is used. Good enough, dumb muthafuckers should read.

Cussing is not a sin you stupid fucking idiot. CURSING is! What my mother did, is the sin. That bitch would conjure your ass! HORRID!  Martha would "dust" your dumb ass.

Mathy Jane would stretch your black ass out on the floor screaming in agony with the SHINGLES! The evil, demon possessed bitch would grin in your face, and nurse you back to health. Yes, my "mother"was that fucking bitch in Misery.

While s/he did live better than US, her six surviving children, s/he was never happy. The whore was miserable, that's why s/he could not stop  fucking with people s/he pretended to love. The dumb whore kept re-inventing herself with each passing fantasy.

S/he could not be helped. I tried, nearly died countless times, all to no avail. 

No matter what wo/men like "mother" choose to do, they won't win , can't win , ""For it is written.

Do Not dare feel sorry for Mathy! GOD gave that low whore Jerome Walters, brains ,  beauty and EIGHY-SEVEN YEARS TO GET IT RIGHT. S/he deliberately squandered her gifts, then the low whore eyeballed mine.

No 'hoe! Not today bitch!

No rumpers, maga-ers, Not today.

BEAMING!

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"

"REVERSE THE CURSE!"

Jussie know “sum thangs”

I know Jussie know “sum thangs” because I know “sum thangs”.   I am not ashamed. Yes, I know some things about conjure, voodoo, hoodoo, “fixing”, etc.

It is real. You can do it. Scripture warns against using it for wrong doing. People that practice conjure are greatly feared.  Fear is their power.

Yes, I also know some “thangs”. I deliberately do not practice voodoo mainly because I witnessed what it did to my poor mother.

While my mother did end up a complete an utter monstrosity,  as a result of delving into areas she did not fully understand, s/he did do some good things , for some good people, sometime.

I am a witness. Every one s/he sold one of her “Lucky hands” to was completely vindicated! The ugliest  woman I had ever seen , came to her , got some “golfer” dust , and got the fine man s/he wanted. Fascinating. I shall never forget it. I was a mere child of fourteen.  I was her designated door keeper. I prepared her sheep for slaughter.

I got the info from them, slipped it to her. Everything was “we” until “we” went shopping after a rewarding day of fleecing. Mainly s/he granted me the privilege of watching her shop. Martha loved to buy one hundred pairs of shoes from one store, just to flex.

No, s/he never shared.  S/he “handed down” which we greatly appreciated.

Yes, you can “root” a person . Unfortunately, the “root-or” shall pay dearly. It is not worth it. Ask The Holy Spirit for what you want.

BEAMING 💓🔥

“COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!”

“REVERSE THE CURSE!”

"There is a man going around taking names"

Yes, there is a MAN going around taking names! LORD I'm so happy! I'm humbled! The evildoer's time is up, therefore s/he rages like a fool.

I shall rejoice! I shall not despair. I was born into the demonic clutches of witch, a conjurer, a "root worker". A sick , sadistic, common, carnal whore that loved being who and what s/he was. What s/he didn't like., what s/he refused to tolerate was criticism. 

No! You would not be so foolish as to admonish Mathy Jane for SHIT! BE IT INCEST, PEDOPHILIA, "root working", lying,  fornicating, adultery, drinking, smoking, gambling, lusting, lying, envying, hating, plotting, inciting riots or blocking blessings.

No, you better do what Jerome and Rachel Walters always did, nothing,  but,  appease that sorry lying slut. Feel sorry for the whore because she was viciously raped at eight (supposedly)  and was an unwed mother at sixteen. Don't ever tell any of the sick repugnant shit this demon spawn pulled every day. Just look away, play dumb, knuckle under, s/he uses VOODOO!    Always  kiss her "yalla ass" and hope and pray the lying slut does not put that shit on you.

I do fully understand why so many feared her , and still do. You would rather go through hell wearing a pair of gasoline "draws",  than confront my mother. You would be lucky if s/he only raged for forty-eight hours straight.

Why didn't we know s/he was a demon? (I think we did.) Sex with the door wide open! BITCH! You nasty "stanking" 'hoe!

Well, Mathy lingered and slithered  on this Earth for eighty-seven years as a human maggot! A foul, filthy animal! 

Many tell me it takes courage to expose such a person. I don't agree. Why fear a dead demon? How great is your faith? Why do you even bother calling yourself a "Christian"?

I shall tell you one thing, s/he always hated the "Church", despised all black people with a passion. Kept hand sanitizer with her in the pulpit. I must laugh because Martha was not afraid of germs, it was those "darkies", those "black ass niggers" rubbing up against her stark white skin , that she hated.

Anyway, the slut is very dead now. I'm happy. Of course I hate I permitted her to torture me, us, the Walters clan, so long.  But, I do know The LORD is in this! IT IS ALL IN DIVINE ORDER!

Every time the evil one attempts to slay us,  we should rejoice. WE are protected. That weasel in the seat of power laughs uproariously. So!? So, did my slutty mother ! Until the day that horrid whore closed her eyes.

Anyone that wants to cherish that slut's memory,  go right ahead.

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"

"REVERSE THE CURSE!"

BEAMING!

JAH Guide

GOD sees, GOD knows, GOD moves.

How horrid the evildoer is. I am sure that thing is clapping his blood stained hands, squealing like a pig, just like that “thing” that birthed me.

I shall not despair. I shall rejoice in whatever state I’m in.

PRAISE THE LORD!