mainly because there is only me. The grass is always green and there's a small freshwater stream that runs beneath the hill.
Anyway, enough about me. Here's one of the things that I was referring to in the above paragraph. Check this out
Sorry. This link was taken down. You can find the story here: www.philly.com/philly/news/
That wasn't the end of the story. Not by a long shot. One of the parents of the "tried to be shooter" came back with a small mob, tried to break into this mans house and threatened him for calling the police on her son, because he had this unnatural aversion to getting shot.
How, in the name of all the devils in the seventh level of hell, is this racism? Somebody please tell me? I know I'm a Fool. I freely acknowledge it. But this is beyond comprehension. He called the police because a mob of people were trying to break into his house and shoot him. Did I miss something here?
I first came across this strange mentality when I read a Stephen King book, The Dark Half. In one of the scenes the protagonist was trying to cut one of the characters, a publicist, I think. The publicist resisted and tried to fight back. Needless to say, the bad guy got more enraged and screamed: " Stand still so I can cut you!" Another favorite of mine is the reply given by a criminal after being caught for rape or reducing a fellow human beings head to spaghetti sauce.......with meat is: "He/she should have run faster."
What kind of back ass thinking is this? It's the victims fault?!!?? Why? Because he was white?? Because he didn't want an extra hole in his body??? I tell you what. If you bring your guns and your mobs and your convoluted way of thinking to the Fools Hill, be you black, white, yellow or possessing a furry tail growing out of your ass, I will not hesitate for one second to send you to your insane God.
The Fool knows that you kneegroes are angry. You can't find work. You're competing with Mexicans and the Big Giant Heads for jobs. Food and gas is expensive. And by all reports, it's going to be really, really cold this winter. City workers will be going from house to house next spring with ice picks to chop you kneegroes out of blocks of ice when the thaw comes.
Or maybe they'll do like Arizona and just leave you there until the smell gets so bad that you become a public nuisance. Then they can arrest your carcass and charge the costs to your family. Anything to make a buck, dontcha know.
People, you can't keep this up. Your inability to play nice has consequences, as I've said before. So tell me, when curfew comes, then what? What's the plan? How about this?
How about getting together, pooling your money and growing your own food? I can hear it now. What kind of shit is this fool spouting now? Well, for beginners, it will give your children something to do. Dirt is free and boxes are thrown out behind stores on a regular basis. If you can get the pastor of your church to crawl out from between sister Annie's legs, he might be able to help you start a fund that you all contribute to, to buy meat and other staples. You can also start with brooms and irons. Brooms to keep your property clean and an a iron to press your clothes. If you have weeds near you, you can call weed abatement. You kneegroes love to talk on your cell phones anyway. Learn to complain to the right people. Get to know your government. Get off your black asses and go to a couple of the city council meetings. The Big Giant Heads don't know or care what your problems are unless you tell them.
So what if you're getting EBT cards or welfare? Every time you go to the store, buy gas, pay rent or utility bills you are contributing to the running of the system. You are helping to keep employed people employed. That makes you have a voice, but no one will hear it if you don't speak up.
OK. I'll make it as simple as possible. For a beginning, how about a simple "hi" or "Hello" when you come into contact with another black person? "What's up" will do also. It's a person to person acknowledgement. Human to human. It means: "I see you." What could be simpler than that? It has to start somewhere.
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