Clair Sublime

Written by

The Clair

Sublime Publishing

Los Angeles, California

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by Nona Hall

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First paperback edition : May 2020

The characters and events portrayed in this book are loosely based on events and times of the author's life with name changes to protect the identities and privacy of real people.

Nona Hall, 1974-

Clair Sublime: An autobiographical tale by Nona Hall.- 1st edition

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Summary:  The Clair is a psychic woman who has been channeled by God to write freely about the experience of America living as the body of this woman for 45 years. It is an apocalyptic conclusion to the life of Nona and the

world she lives in.

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Printed in the United States of America

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For my Nona.

She is the love of my existence.

I promised you baby that I would provide for you

and our boys for the rest of your life.

Contents

  1. #  The Light

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Today is the day the lord has made. We will beseech your endeavor to witness the glory of God in a psychic woman who has all clair abilities. This woman is a shadow family heirloom from the annals of Louisiana in the United States of America.  We shall never overcome the enslavement of Africa in this country until our people decide upon a natural born entity called religion. Please reserve the right to call upon your political advisor to undertake this prophecy come to pass that the United States of America will now have its own religion. We are a nation of  adolescent  spiritual advisors laid upon the rest of a citizen named  Trump  who shall lead us not to temptation of religion or temples but to self reliance in government and naturalization. We are not a people of color, race, origin, or creed anymore. We are Americans. We are descendents of all continents of the world  except for Asia and India. We are not your executive order anymore. We are not the rare breed of American citizen anymore. We are naturally due our own example of faith, liberty, and divine justice. We are not your example of middle class servitude or your example of middle class obnoxiousness anymore. We are cleaned, we are healthy, we are redeemed. We are redeemed in the eyes of our predecessor, London. We are redeemed in the eyes of our captees, the Congo. We are redeemed in the eyes of Mexico and the indigenous ones of the Americas. We are redeemed in the eyes of Japan. We are redeemed in the eyes of Vietnam. We are redeemed in the eyes again of those that we captivated during World War I and II in how we rebuilt those nations under God. We are redeemed in the eyes of the mortal enemy of God, Allah, in the servitude of our country to the Nation of Islam. We are not a nation of high regarded adolescent fever for entertainment, sports, or social media. We are not a nation of Hebrew legacy anymore. We are not a nation of hate, racism, legal abortion of morality anymore. We are a nation of civil rights, civil injustice correction, and moral integrity  because of our own civil wars among black people and white people who occupy this country by birth right. I am the black white mulatto creole woman of this country. I am the product of God's will as a matriarch in two families. I am 44 years old today following the  birth of our nation' s first black white citizen as the 44th president.  We are the chosen  few people in 2018 to live among the ancestors of our land. These ancestors are the descendants of slaves captured by the  corrupt government of Africa and sold to England, Spain, and France to embark on a grand voyage to the new land in order to occupy it, ransack it and holocaust its indigenous lower genetic gene pool of people living on this soil that was waiting for the occupation of the American Citizen of the 2019 new millennium. Please regard this introduction as a passage to your understanding of The United States of America and its rightful place to have its own religion. This power and prestige is among India, China, and Israel. We are entitled by our birth right to have and to hold a new land with a new religious philosophy that is not fraught with the Abrahamic injustices of Christianity, Judaism, Islam, and Catholicism. Spiritualism has ransacked this land for 100 years proving that metaphysical science is false and true, wrong, and right, and bearing arms against  fundamental middle eastern philosophy of God. We are a land of people that is diverse in their ideology and faithfulness to freedom of religious practice even to the extent of Satanic ritual. We are a people in the practice of  Under God we Trust and One Nation Under God.  We use the Bible to reign the terror of a new president, a new witness for testimony, and a new marriage between lovers. We use the Bible to bury our loved and hated family members in the  ground we also use a garden, an urban garden, a winery, and soil to fertilize for new real estate. We are not a land of prescribed morality of political divide but to also know that we are not a land of hate. Under Republican rule we are stereotyped to hate the poor, ugly, and the Black. Under Democracy we are stereotyped to waste taxpayer money on the lazy, the Black, the poor, the addict, the dying, the sick, the immoral, and the immigrant.  We are 400 years away from slavery.  No. We are in post slavery times. Yes. We are free from the tyranny of slavery. No. We are a land of homeowners now. Yes. We are a land of simply the best in brawn, beauty, and brilliance. Applause. We are bigger, heavier, and smarter than the  immigrant which is why they come to rape our land  of education, customer service call centers, mani-pedi, and weave down the length of one's melanin rich back. They come for our suburbans, our track communities, our universities, and our stock market. They come for our women and our weed. They come for the name sake of American  Citizen and for the birth right for their children. They come for the middle class dream now. No. They come for the  EBT card, the section 8, the Obamacare and the hospital Emergency Rooms. They come for the County Program that says even if you "have not solemnly sworn your allegiance to our country and paid your  patriot tythe to be a new citizen of this country you may have our entitlements anyway." We will no longer shame the borders of this land with barb wire and poorly funded border patrolman. We shall no longer accept goods made from weak materials on the backs of slum nations and international peasants. We shall no longer live among rancid oily port towns with barges, box cars, and angry unionized longshoreman who cater to pirates,  homosexuals, prostitutes, and misfits for the glory of a farmers market, crab shack, and seafood deluge.

We are the same valued customer for the world however the world gives us sizes too small and arrogance too great. For they call us obnoxious and arrogant and eager for  capitalism in their  country. But let us reflect on the tourism that they lust for. Let us reflect on the citizenship they lust for. Let us reflect on the sewage treatment, the freedom of speech, and the food in the bounty of grapelands in Temecula valley that they don't even know about. The grapevine is a gorge for our travels to agricultural dividing space. For the divide is not that of agriculture but that of beans, slums, and caesars. Our farms feed the world yet the world call us  fat Americans.  Our farms feed the needy in Pakistan yet  our people  are attacked by Allah in the Middle East. Our farms feed the hotels and motels that house the Indian immigrant for what? They lust for a small motel room to call the property manager of a hotel slum in America. This is the  end game  for  Nigeria, for India, for VietCong as well. Come to America and your wealth will gain entrepreneurship, money on the regular, and health entitlements of the  fat lazy American that my son can out score in a poorly designed standardized  bastardized test called the MCAT? The SAT?  The Dragon Mom's success story in America? Only the  HAPA  could criticize the parenting style of the American WASP, the American negro, and the Nigerian lust for money here in one book and not be  lynched  because of freedom of speech. That is what the i mmigrant and their children arrogantly claim as their entitlement.  To be free from racism, and free to rape our tax money, and free to offend anyone,  make money off the backs of black athletes, black models, and white actors.  We are not yours to rape any longer Israel.  We are not yours to rape any longer Israel. We are not yours to rape any longer Vietnam. We are not here to rape your countries any longer either. Divine Justice has occurred. We have our reparations to our own? No. We have paid our reparations to the War torn countries that our treaties have forced us to participate in? Yes. God says, we are just. We are good. We are grand. We are ready to own our own land in vitriol release. Meaning, we are ready to close our borders and heal from the reparations of civil war. The national initiation to the United Nations that involved hazing at a divine level is over.

Please to meet you. I am Clair Sublime. I am a psychic. I am a channel to the divine  that is all around us. I call him God. He is a masculine spirit of salvation for me, my children, and my family. NO. He is the blood, the flesh, and the personae of me, my sons, and my husband. He is the known master to all the religions of the world.  He is the Avatar bender that has reincarnated itself in the walking immination of light within my soul, my sons, and my husband. My life is a curse in that God is in constant manifestation of a human woman within my bones, my muscles, and my loins.  The prophecy has come to pass in many psychic readings and pastoral accounts among American citizens that a woman with black skin and the light around her face would reign in the apocalypse of the old and speak the sins of the chosen people from Israel.  In the fever of the Bible, Christianity and Judaism have ruled this land. Pagan holidays have confused children in public school with anti semitic demands for  Hanukkah and civil rights demands for Kwanzaa .  Spiritualists have demonized the Bible and Jesus to the point of calling the image and likeness in pictures racism and historical incorrectness. These scholarly debacles have reigned in political pundancy for religiosity and slander toward innocent churches, synagogues and temples across this land.  Korean born consoles, playstations, and handheld computer camera phones have waged war against the mind of a child playing first and or third person shooters with a grown man so angry that he takes this noobie and tea bags him while camping for the lust of a kill, a slaughter, a mass murder, a terrorist act of violence on unsuspecting children.  Our diplomacy, our political correctness? Is this the problem with American Terror? Or is it the Korean born game consoles called Xbox, Wii, and Playstation? Did Trump himself create Nintendo? Or did Obama? Who created the mental distraction, the babysitter, the baby killer called Pong?  Who created the earbuds called ITunes?  Who created the family reunion disaster among the generation of Pepsi and Michael Jackson fire hair. Who created the  Facebook t hat ruined America's friendships and family reunions forever? For what has Facebook achieved other than Amazon, Itunes, and pictures? Disaster among Americans. For what has the immigrant consumer truly inherited from America other than work, money, reliable trucks, and food? Rap music? Hip Hop? Dance? Hapa  gangnam style proves that Kim Jung Un loves American soil yet he uses our government for his own delight. We are tired of playing the initiation game among the dignitaries of the  United Nations . We will  close our borders  to all people of the world and heal. We are whole now. We have all the education we need to educate our young, our women, and our servants. We have all the corn, potatoes, and cows to feed our people for one thousand years without international food. We are done eating 3 item combos, we are done eating burritos and tacos, we are done eating pho and boba. We are done eating because we are  big now . We are  satiated with your food now . We are satisfied. Thank you for feeding us. We are big now. Our bones, our skeletons, our muscles are olympic now. Our brains are both left and right now. Our teeth are both straight and white now. Our features are symmetrical now from head to toe without cleft lips, droopy eyes and baby arms. We once were warriors with bayonets and militia families. We progressed into  hard hat soldiers fighting in other people's wars  to ensure that America did not have other countries attack us while we were growing strong in our new world. We are strong now. We can offer nothing more to the world but silence. For we do not have oil worth fighting for in this country. Our stock market is not worth fighting for or stealing anymore . China is the world power alongside its neighbor Russia. We are not worth fighting against anymore. We are a land of non jews, non asians, and no islams. We are a land of  WASP ancestry and African American Post Slaves. And that's it. From this point of conjecture, healing will begin when the  borders close,  when tourism ends in and out of America and in the mirror image of China, embargos fade, and trade ends for 1 thousand years in order for America to heal.  We are not Japan. We are not boba. We are not China. We are not Russia or Putin anymore. We are not Nigeria or the Philippines anymore. The tribal caucus in the kababayan here in America is over. Nurses are no longer needed from the island retreat of the South Pacific soldiers fighting for the Japanese. In the indignation of our attempt to rule the world we have been castrated by the i mmigrant as a punishment for being obnoxious and fat. This is the immigrant from the 3rd world. But as the rich dad poor dad book alludes to, we are the rich dad that the poor dad lusts for. It is j ealousy . People from impoverished worlds need not occupy the countries of food and abundance.  They need to occupy their own governments and gentrify their own lands. A mericans have accomplished plenty in building the infrastructure of this land and published many books and journals for the world to learn from. The academic prowess of this world is not in America it is in the Greek philosophy of God. Academic graduations are none other than cap and gowns given to us by Aristotle, Plato, and Socrates. It is a defamation of character for this country of brilliant men and women who are more than their brains. This country is more than academia . This country is more than education and job skills. This country is more than business human resources.  We are spiritual. We are healers. We are lovers.  We are passionate heros that claim the needy and rectify them with open arms because we are big and we are farmers.  We are not cubicles anymore.  We are not corner glass windows and paper. We are not green computers and recycle receptacles. The worth of an American citizen is not the summation of the file folder in the secretaries office with your name on it. You are the flesh and blood of God. America is the chosen people now.  They have proven their life, their guilt, their shame, and their redemption.  They have proven that Cain is alive in the heart of the land called Judea. They have proven that Jesus has saved this land for the WASP and the African prowess to blend its seed gene pool and create the master race for this land. These people will be the next to know God personally. These people will be the next to close their borders and know that the Buddha is a lie.  That God is the rightful rendition of the English language of American.  Our culture is good. I t is created. It is not diverse. We are not diverse. We are not international. We are not a soupy rendition of Godly people. We are alive in the eyes of God. We are alive in the life of Trump. We are alive in the life of our senate, our congress and our governors. We are alive in the life of people that need to be  healed by God's green earth. By God's voice upon them. By God's hands on their back and their heart. By God's unique dream in the mental image of light. We are God's light now.

In the retrospect of life we are here to guide the people of America to rejoice in the knowing that God is alive in a family of psychics living in California. We are a mestizo, mulatto, Nigerian, Creole French, WASP family. We love the idea that America will survive the Exodus of the i mmigrant who already lusts for the return to their own native land across the oceans and southern borders. We are already amidst the Exodus of a man who bore the price of this story. We are not in mourning. We are waiting in the light of a man who shall be our own salvation. For he is what the Jews have been waiting for. For he is the man that the Catholics say is salvation. For he is the return of the Avatar. The Last Airbender. He is the Titanic. He is the murderer named Leonidas i n his prowess however he is the blood and flesh of the Persian King, Xerxes in majesty of scowl and bounding voice. He is amazing in his sexuality and his demure frolic of a gentleman. He is my husband to come. We are waiting for him to take his rightful place among us to complete our family of 5. We are the chosen. No. I am here. I am watching this country from the perspective of a woman who has been cast down from hell. NO. I am watching this country as myself. The  breadwinning  elitist Dem mother of a family of only men. Yes. I am watching this country as myself, God. The one the proclamations have been waiting for in each book of the Hebrews. The Quran. The Bible. The Torah. As written by Cain, Paul and Cassius Clay. I have been called Jehovah, Yahweh, and Allah. But God is the chosen name for America because it is an English pronunciation with the same meaning. All these names represent the same as other cultures of the world such as the holy trinity in India, the Transformers  All Spark that is celebrated in Japan and India, and the J edi force of harmony that is alive in China. We are the same idea as heaven alive in a family as well and hell as represented in the Bible however hell is a lie and so is heaven.  The afterlife is a lie as well. The only reincarnation that exists is that of the Avatar, the Shinto, The Buddha, Allah, God, and Jesus Christ in Spirit. It is one. It is us. It is the power we bring to the earth every millennial. No.  It is the all power that is in one living soul that is reincarnated after the world has been pillaged into something new. The last incarnation of God to this planet , Earth, was a black slave woman by the name of  Harriet Tubman who freed her people to freedom. The incarnation previous to her was a man by the name of Confucius who lived a million years ago in the Continent of Asia. This man created the idea of government for the world to learn from in the eyes of God. He saved the world from the idea that the hell of a life of disorganized civilization and society was neverending to infinity and beyond. The incarnation of God prior to Confucius was the 14-year old boy  Siddhārtha Gautama who we know in America as the laughing fat and happy Buddha that sits to welcome vendors of healing nail polish treatments and yoga. Sidd saved India from the hell of sexual sodomy and sexual penetration of babies, children, and the frail and elderly. He also awakened the people of the time to the healing knowing that happiness was a choice, not a skill. Prior to the  salvation  of the bodies in India, the Dharma was winning in all facets of life. The Kundalini was a practice of whores and prostitutes to any man and woman and they were also taking to the blood and skin of children and  disabled adults  as well. This continent of strong able bodied men? NO. This continent of able bodied women were dominating the man and sitting atop him for control in a seated position. The missionary position was a lie and a bastard of hell. For no man ever sat upon his women and carressed her soul. She sat atop of him in dominance and reigned in the realm of the Kundalini that worshipped the sperm of his loins on her navel. She was the  devil serpent the Bible worshipers condemned to hell as Jezebel. From that point forward after the coming of God, in the name of a teenage boy who said I will never let a hoe win with me, prostitutes were forever called demons. Prior to that was a man named Mohammed. This man was the forefather psychic to the Abrahamic religions of Catholicism, Christianity, and Judaism. This man is responsible for bringing forth an era of gentile natures in the man who had considered himself bastard snow, a mommy's boy, and a fruitless sperm of a loin. The wreckage of the predecessor prophet was so fraught with condemnation that this prophet was realised as a man. It was necessary for this continent in the MIddle East to illuminate the idea that the man was the head of his house, the head of his kingdom, and head of his own body. This man brought forth the knowledge of love in the kingdom of heaven in a world after hell had left.  All are the same. All represent the life that is unknown to the eye but felt and heard throughout the life of all living beings in the earth from insect to dolphin to cat to livestock in the belly of the humanoid. We are all apart of the natural realm of life that keeps us moving in the force and collective unconsciousness? No. Blasphemy to those that believe in Abraham, the  false deity  of modern times in a woman called Esther the psychic tarot card reader. Cast stones on the red haired woman claiming to be the chosen Psychic for God.  For she is not the chosen one at all. The regime of the Church of Religious Science, New Thought, Agapelive, and Unity churches worldwide will burn on a stake for allowing a simple A-type personality such as hers to win the favor of silver haired men and women on a cruise ship surrendering hundreds of dollars of retirement money in exchange for schtick and provoking me in a dream to heal the soul of the true mulatto woman out of her youtube trance. This woman is well aware of her genius in  charlaton.  This Esther Hicks is well aware of her injustice to God in renaming him Abraham pseudo psychology universal lie of secret Sandra Byrne Law of Attraction fallacy. We are here in the name of heaven and hell and the Dharma herself to speak her name and say she is a lie. Disregard her and throw her from the ship she claims as her first class namesake, the Titanic. She has lost her husband. Her children. Her church. She will lose her namesake as charlaton never. For Esther Hicks is not a sacred channel. For the word has no meaning anymore. I am Clair Sublime today for  the purpose of the characterization of God in this book and for fanfare of the  new world order  of religion in America. I am the new prophet to reign in the new salvation for the planet today in 2019. We are new. We are healed? No. We are in order? No. We are peaceful? No. We are masculine in American culture? Abhorrently, no. We are led by fictitious characters of light in American mainstream media? Yes. Kardashian, Winfrey, and Spielberg are the illustrious Gods of American soil that everyone wants to immulate? No. God No. Right?

This is the monumental excuse for the injustice of American greed. We are the American greed in God's eyes according to the  Jewish fundamentalists.  This is the most audacious  kind of brutality to American children today. This idea that the  Kardashian plastic surgery is the moral fantasy of American women is fraudulent with ruined bodies everywhere in Beverly Hills and New York. It has ruined the lives of desperate housewives of every upper middle class community in America who feels the need to occupy space for a plastic surgeon with a  Jewish surname  in every American city across this great land. God says plastic surgery is a hoax created by Hitler and the injustice of this hoax is far reaching in the American German. This is the  clap back of Jews coming to American soil to bludgeon the German and French descendant. But alas this is the judgement of God. Because while  America did come to rescue you, and give you a new land to live in, you decided that the blood of American teenagers was not sufficient. While the blood of American teenagers was spilled to end the holocaust and bring your refugee grandparents to a new brighter safer land, you have still decided to wage war in finances, in self esteem, and in the devil itself. You are an insidious rapist of morality, of humility, and of Christmas. You are the only judgement to Christ. That he is not real.  That he is a hoax.  That he is not ever coming for you. You bleed the truth on the Torah however Cain is not a lie and Christians, Catholics and Muslims around the world know that I am the  truth . God is the truth and the coming of a new prophet is  not a lie.  People around the world call themselves psychics because they see clairvoyant visions that are all the same.  Yet you want to bastardize this whirlwind experience to nothing but religiosity in a political propaganda television nightmare for your political humor. This land is not your homeland anymore. The United States of America has hosted you, loved you, entertained you, and healed you, your children, your grandchildren and even given you your city called Bel Air. You are not considering the nightmare that this country has endured to host you. You have not explained to this country in your holocaust museums and your anti semitic rhetoric  why Hitler created the Nazi party to begin with . You have not created any balance in the explanation of the killing of Jews anywhere in America. Only to say, Germans say it never happened which is obviously a lie because we have pictures and United States Army men who can tell the story for us. We are not here to justify the Holocaust but to say, the jews have healed and yet they continue to do the same thing on American Soil that they were condemned to doing in Germany.  They have raped this land of its self esteem by using black ex slaves as prostitutes for the American WASP to watch in sports, in NFL, in NBA, in MLB, and HBO, Cinemax, OWN, and the life of SPielberg, Zuckerberg, and Job.  For Job is the man who died on the cross for Americans to understand that judgement day has come for the Jews. They have lost the premier king of their peril in AMerica. T his book of the Bible is not clear.  But now it shall be known that the destruction of a king of computerland will never be. He shall never run this country again. He shall never be invited to another place again called Bel Air.  Steve Job  is the man at the center of this conversation and all will know that this Jew was taken ruthlessly for Trayvon Martin. And that is all for the introduction of God in America as a new prophet.

#  2. Benevolence

The gift of love is the next tail to tell from God in America. This book is the enlightenment that the Jews d enounce  and the New Testament has promised. We are the chosen few who will tell the tale of God's power and love for America. God's power for this country is in its benevolence to the world at large and not the power to destroy the planet but to yield to its grace and love. We are a land of  immigrants? No, we are not. Those that fight to keep that image are the ones that know without a doubt, they stand on the heels of the parents who are the immigrant. The Gangs of New York were the welcomed immigrant to populate this country in hopes that they would forge a new continent of boys to help fight in the civil war. However many of them refused to fight and simply opened I rish Bars , the  Italian Deli, and the English  were the only ones to take up arms with Lincoln and fought alongside American civil injustice against itself. Ellis island was open for 100 years under the breast of the Statue of Liberty who welcomed the United States settler who came to escape the poverty and injustice of the age of industrialism overseas. But how many more will come to this new world with the dream of being  satiated with food and suburbia. How many more will escape the fascism of their own country and c ome to ours only to rebuild their own country here in the space of enclaves where citizens of other countries refuse to eat our food, wear our clothes and speak our English nor write on their signs in our fonts.  It is offensive to have our toes painted by women who speak Vietnamese insults right to our faces while we are the ones giving them food on their table and money for their new homes that we ourselves cannot afford the right way, which is not to live with 4 families in one house. That is not how Americans live. We live one family per house. We have our children in their own bedrooms. We do not have one business supporting the whole enclave that hosts the one  Filipino village here in little Manila. We are not the ones to use buckets in our showers to bathe when we can simply let the water flow over our faces and get cleaned. We are not the ones to paint toes, and cook french fries as grown adults. We are not the ones to sit in parking lots and wait for the cars to valet them. We are not the ones to be humbled by large homes either. We know the cost and creed of the track home, we also know the age of the centennial home in its lack of plumbing and interior decor without the known accomplice of the mother in law that wishes to occupy the back room and call it the mother in law quarters. This era of injustice is not the only problem with american history. When we as a people are entrusted with a gift called immigration and naturalization to escape in the eyes of refugeeism, and crimes of other types of whoredom governments that we are not taking time to understand the nature of this gift.

In the eyes of the lord, there are no other sins of a government than that of its maker. Our maker is Jesus Christ. No. Not one time does the Bible indicate that it is the responsible party for the formation of our government. This land was in no way under construction during the times of Bible days. We are in no way shape or form an oligarchy of mayhem such as the Roman Empire of the 14th century. We are in no way shape or form the oligarchy of American soil that indicates that we are to blame for the blasphemy of our civil wars or our participation in the ways abroad. We are the innocent victims of refuge in benevolence abroad. We are the ones who rescue  other countries in the hopes of becoming allies and we give food to our enemies in the hope of our allies finding compassion in their hearts for peace and surrender to American Godly ways of harmony and diplomacy. When American fights alongside our brethren in the East, we are considered demons among the West. When we fight alongside our sisters in the West, we are considered whores. When we are given an ample amount of steroids in our food each year our bodies, our soldiers, and our minds are conducive to the broad shoulders of America. When we are given our own mistaken identity as hero worshipers, hero worshipped, when we are given our own mistaken identity as the ones that will come with air strikes, air drones, and the like in order to save the innocent, No, to  save the random soldier who got lost , Yes, who belongs to the Presidents cook? NO. Who belongs to the sergeants daughters cook, yes. We are the most inconsiderate Capital of the Hunger Games. No. We are not the Capital of the Hunger Games at all. We are more like the  vegan Cullins to the world. They say we are no more than fat slaves to metropolis and capitalism, yet our downtown retail districts are narrowing down to the occupation of immigrants. Americans understand that Amazon  is the one reputable way to purchase Christmas gifts.  While the Citadel Outlets, The San Manuel Bingo Parlor sit occupied by immigrants from Europe in order to purchase Tommy Hilfiger, Polo, and H&M?  Yes. We are not a country of elements that persuade others to tourism here. We are not a tourism nation such as Jamaica or Honduras? NO. Ha Ha. No one goes to Honduras for vacation, Club Med, or World Ventures multi level harassment. We are not yours to enslave ourselves, we are the ones who bring bread to your deserts despite your guns and artillery pointing at our heads. We are the ones who bring ample clothing to your starved nations and we are the ones who bring delicatessens to your parties. We are not the ones who shame you and in exchange rape your nation under God. We allow your  immigrants t o come to our country and bleed your religions. We allow your immigrants, in the name of our  lady statue  to come to this country to start a small business to feed your family. We are the family of opportunity here only to say we want to survive on our own terms. We say, I want to start a stay at home mom business so I can raise my own children. We say, I want to start of a business of my own because in this country, racism is alive and well and I can forge a new destiny for the legacy of my family. In this country we are afforded  universal healthcare for all now that President Obama fought relentlessly against the tide of Republican conservatism. No.  We are not a country fighting for the immigrant to come to this country in order to have a heart surgery implant, a fetal implant, or a nose repair surgery for snoring. We are not your snoring fix now that you can afford to fly here and live under the Los Angeles program that allows you Medi-Cal, no, we are not your safety net any longer.  We are the land of the free. And that is not the truth at all. We are a socialist capitalism with a democratic republic. Which means we are not free to expeditiously be murderers, rapists, Indian givers in business or capitalistic refuge. We are not your capacity building opportunity of human resources either. We are not loving people because we are ransacked by people we don't know, we don't love, and we dont look like. We are raped by people who take our jobs, our  admissions placements in universities,  and we are not the ones to accept morphism in light of your dwarfism and skeletal remains of jury duty. We are not the u niversity of whoa is me and my country anymore Daniel Brezenoff.  I am the mulatto that understands the mind of the petitioner of the electoral college. He is a jew man who has been gifted by the country to be a licensed practitioner scholar elite in the world of demagogues. This is the name of the man who shall remain anonymous in the eyes of nobody. He lifted his voice and sang to his own delight the horrors of the electoral college who voted for the widely known irrefutable man. Misogyny alive in a chauvinist is his crime. Creating wealth for millions of businesses around the world which therefore created jobs for peasants, paupers, children, women, men, internationally. This is Donald Trump's fame, fortune, and crime in the eyes of the Democrat that Daniel so represents across this great land divided by racial politics. But Daniel is a Jew. A Jew from New York with a social media platform.  How does he understand the political divide among African Americans and the WASP here in American during post slavery times? He fancies himself a scholar of sociology teaching social economics to minority students in Compton, CA. How does he have the inside delight to understand racism?  He is a Jew. He is Not a holocaust survivor. He is Not born in Israel, Poland, or Germany. He is not the father of black or white children. He is a father to Jewish children who were born out of place in America as was he. How does he have the right to challenge our electoral college or the voting rights of our countrymen? He is not the voter of America. He is the base head of the Jewish left regime in America that has controlled the Democratic party for over 80 years since the insurgence of Jewish refugees after their rescue from the German and Polish refugee concentration camps. This participation in American hostil of refugee of war crimes against humanity started with the Jew and their war torn skin. And how do they repay these gifts to their countrymen, the chosen people of Cain? How do they repay America? By holding hostage the wealth of their loins in this country where Trump shares his wealth with every Omarosa and Pood Dad to follow him? By holding the hostage of the wealth of their loins in the country where Trump shares the wealth of our beautiful women with the world to delight? NO. We do not want to misrepresent the atrocities of Trump the misogynist nor the Obama the baby killer. However we will say this  Black man and this white man are ours to handle. Not the hands of a Jew who would have the whole country of Democrats do nothing of substance other than wage war against a petition on a Jewish social media platform called Zuckerberg's Famous Facebook. This man accomplished nothing at all but harassing the news outlets and  allowing other video moguls to unrested development in our nation's capital. What does this mean? It means that I am not your mother's whore or your mother's keeper anymore. I am fully invested in the people of America so that they may run in turn into the malls and unbeknownst to them they remain all the items they bought and keep me instead. This Facebook mall is over. It is a lust that has condemned the Mall to an excersize of futility and not of mean girls on  PowerPuff anymore. We are not your mean girls anymore Mark. We are not your mean girls anymore Al Gore. We are not your mean girls anymore Obama. We are not your Democrat bleeding heart Facebook followers of profil photo terrorists glam bam anymore. We are not Republican poetry anymore Putin Clinton emails. We are not your whore anymore lusty Facebook addiction.

This gift of benevolence is the prime target for countries around the world to rape us, to mame us, and to fend for us. We are now a country of immigrants. No. We are still a land of the free? NO. We are not free. We are  pillaged by Mexicans . We are  raped by Jewish media moguls . We are impressed none by the French cuisine of fashion holocaust museums that ransacked this country teaching our children that skinny jeans are fashionable. That teaching our teenage girls that binging and purging are okay? That the Devil wears Prada is the fashion icon Jew? Or that we ourselves allow  our daughters to participate in the massacre of self esteem and post pubescent and postpartum weight gain i s a luxury to American citizens that entitles American women to own the title of well fed and well dressed instead of well intentioned misogynistic whores with woven needle and thread circumcision common among the immigrant man.

We are gathered today to get through this thing called life. We are not yours to keep forever. We are not yours to keep throughout the legacy for your family. THere was a window of opportunity that waged war against the lethargic ones of Europe and Asia and South America. Canada is our brethren and keep us warm from the coming of winter. They are to the north of us, they share our culture, our food, our clothes, our suburburbia, our clean streets, our safe government, and our fear of violence.  They have taught us one thing, guns and violence and prisons are not necessary in a gentile society. We want to include them in our territory. It is not a want or a desire. It is a common knowledge rational reality that they already are family.  Not distant cousins to the north that will incest us, beat us, and enslave us with jealousy. They are not the delusional Sur America who hopes to rape us, bleed us, and serve our poo nannies so they can steal our bracelets and try on our dresses behind our backs. Any WASP or African American here in the states will tell you that  south americans are poor, disgusting, filthy mongols that have nothing to provide this country but a bastardized sense of religious piety to the catholic church.  They attend our schools, take our government entitlements, and rape the democratic party for the lust of forgiveness and sympathy for their own poorly planned decision to immigrate to this country with no money, no plan, and no job, and no wedding rings. They come pregnant with 3 children in tow. They do not send us their worst as our president Trump would say. I say again, he misspoke. They send us their weakest links? No. They are weak in comparison to us. That is all. They are rapists. Sodomy and incest are common place in their families.T hey are criminals.  They are coming into this country illegally. They are breaking our laws of immigration and forcing our government to recant its own family values of breadwinning fathers and nurturing stay at home mothers. We are tired and afraid to offend the Jewish media journalists for their own fears of being sent back to Israel that we fear the mistake of offending anybody. America, are you scared to offend the criminal? Are you scared to offend the filthy Shrek who has no problems offending you just in their presence as your maid, janitor, maintenance, and facilities personnel?  We are a nation so intimidated by the Jewish media and the resurrection of God in our nation's piety and attention to detail. In light of the Jewish media resorting to violence in the age of reason, we are now subjected to the gluttony of Trump and Obama forcing us to deal with our racism. We are not capable of handling immigrants on this land who contribute to racism. We are not capable of handling immigrants on this land who contribute to welfare fraud and taxation manipulation. We are not capable of reading a magazine anymore because the Jewish internet has stolen our identity and sold it to Russian Spies? No Zuckerberg. We are free to share our information with you and Facebook and the bank. How about that. I say trash the idea of a bank and a shareholder  and reign in the idea of a brilliant new piece of spice and land admonishment. We are the tried and the truth. We are the preserved and the righteous. We are not the land of hopes and opportunities.  We are the land of the brave and the bravehearted. We are the land of the brutal Spartan who casts out the weak and sawed-off shotgun. We are the weak we are the strong we are the brave and we are the  wonderwoman . We are the pacman and the donkey kong. We are the Thor and the Oprah. We are the  Obama and the Clinton majesty. We are the Cornell and Smiley. We are the land of the brave and the land of truth. But our truth does not need to be spoken word anymore. It does not need to be conjured from the depth of hell into the voice of a Jewish born MFT to  berate  the fault lines of whose to blame in a distant past in order for catharsis to take hold and reign in the good will hunting. Be the problem or the solution I am the one that will cast a new day on arrival for the most high to arrive and be the one that reigns in terror and brings in horrific disaster to all that be in the way of peace and love. I am the one that reigns in terror attacks on 911. I am the one that brings salvation to Jews in concentration camps and allows these refugees to come to the land of the immigrant and also allows them to thrive and convert to Christianity while they live in the land of the Jew? No. Absolutely not.  You were given salvation by young army men who shot the Nazi and arrived in buttons and brigade yet only 17 years old at the hands of a Hitler Nazi himself, Nixon.  Who are we to judge in our adolescent premature politico. We are the ones that bleed your innocence. We are the ones that bleed your terrorism. We are the ones that cast stones? NO. That would be the middle east who say you left! You left us! You pride yourself on being the chosen people who would reign in salvation for the young and tired and old and aged and sick. Yet you left! You took our land, our pride, and princesses and our Persia with you. You are the ones who bleed with fever of Religiosity and you are the ones who will never ever gain another day of hell or heaven. You are the ones who doubt, who skeptic, who demand Hanukkah on Christian children in your host country. You are the ones that demand timeliness in Paradise of land. You are the ones who are the righteous foe of Christianity and Jesus alike. You are the one that takes the breath away of the British and the ides.  You are the one that takes the pride away of the host land by shackling it to its own racism in propaganda, articles, pictures, journalism, movies, social media, and magazines. You are the heads of state in American entertainment. You are the ones who hate the asylum of hate against the Semantics. Yet you hate your own skulls. You are the ones who use the hatred of blacks against the whites in United States. You are the one who uses our social services system to cast piety against a land that bates and spoils your own daughters in Kardashians and HIltons. You are the ones that will never win here or anywhere.  Your royalty and the family of Jews who host you is over. Your synagogues will never rest. Your churches and temples? Your Sabbath? Your willpower? Your lack of money and your lack of Freudian wisdom? Your lack of Bibles and priests in foreign lands. Your lack of embroidery. Your lack of media outlets now is hindering your poison. Your entrustment of confidentiality in Psychology is now my weapon against you in the land of social Facebook and Twitter? No just Zuckerberg.  I would also like to astutely testify that I am not a hateful person. I am not ignorant political incorrectness either. I am not an elephant politician either. I am the donkey and I want to preserve my rights to be a freethinker and not a propaganda following pundit regurgitating moron. This is the way to the American heart. Look at the world around you . Don't trust the statistics. What do you see? What do you feel? What do you hear?  Don't' trust the news coming from our nation's capital or from the media mogul who is dominating the airways for McDonalds and Chuck E Cheese. Don't trust the news coming from your social media network of choice people who live in districts not close to yours. Don't trust the media that looks, act, and feels Jewish. We are not Jewish. Period. We are quadroon immigrant post slaves and now we are heterogeneously American. And you enclave supporters are not. You should go home. If you claim rights to a home that is not in The United States of America, go home . If you claim rights to a land far away that you miss the smell, the feeling, the people, then go home. If you miss the enjoyment of the food of your own country so much that you insist on keeping that food on the table in your American home, then take your lucky charms ass back to  Ireland and find the end of the rainbow there. If you don't understand the lack of humility and arrogance of this author and my humor, you are not American. If you don't understand my juxtaposition of grammar and first person innuendo, then this aint for you. LIke Beyonce says, my art is not for you so put me down. If you are from a religious affiliation that is not CHristian, you will be offended by lack of humility and understanding of the truth of your existence. However guess what, WHO CARES! I can say whatever I want because I am speaking to the citizen who is naturalized to be born by way of several grandparents and slaves. You are not the companion of truth or Buddhism. You are not the truthsayer of India. You are not the truthsayer of Israel either. To me, you are just a squatter. And it's time for you to go home. WHen you remove yourself from my country, I will shut my  Godly doors  to you and your kind for 10 thousand years. You will not be allowed to return because you are not my concern anymore. Your insistence on  Hanukkah  and my insistence on your patient removal is the conflict. Your insistence on the way of the world according to the Torah and how it should be respected in this country is atrociously racist against American values of honor and good versus evil. Your insistence on ransacking the woman who is a mother in each and every sonnet you produce is agonizingly Sullivan to us. You are not the chosen people here. You were the chosen people of God in American? NO. You were never the chosen people of American values, cultural elitism, and fundamental christian territory. You are not the chosen people of divide either. You are not AMerican Christmas time. You are not American Easter time either.  You did not contribute to American Thanksgiving or to the Trump Presidency. You did not contribute to Obama's win over Hillary or to Hillary's win over Trump. You did not do anything but report on this political reality of American discourse and legislation. You are not the chosen Jew for Washington DC. You are not the chosen Austrian for California.  You are not WASP. You are not of the ancestral conquering of this land . You are not the immigrant that built the values and sprite of this land. You are the refugee of World Wars over you. You were the group that God allowed witness to the pain and judgement of a man called Jesus. You were the group that Jesus died for. You are the ones that hate the Mother Mary for her tears and worship her death for her weakness. You are the ones that pillage the Sullivan mother in Hanks movie about the war that America should never have taken ally with.  You are the ones that feel it necessary to make a spoiled movie about the Holocaust in another time and era for young American children to witness the horror that your grandfather was killed in. Why? Why terrorize us with your museums of tolerance and your movies of your own crucifiction. Why terrorize us with the audacity of political correctness when we are not concerned with your plight at all.  Because we are not to be distracted from our own plight you pig. Why would you arrogantly place any attention on your plight when our plight is much greater and in need of much deeper healing and protection from within these great oceanic fortresses of delight. You are not protected by ocean and land anymore from Hitler.  I am God and I say you need to remove yourself from the innocence of your whoa. I am GOd and I say you need to remove yourself from the innocence of your ways. I am God and I say you need to remove yourself from the witness of others deceitful ways casting stones at black people, mexican people, homeless people, mentally ill people Daniel Brezenoff. You and your liberal minded Jew are not welcome in Long BEach, Ca political homosexuality anymore.  You are not welcome in Long Beach social services anymore. You are not welcome here in the United States of America anymore . Your grandfather was welcomed as a refugee. Not You. You have been protected your whole life from Antisemitism from abroad. You now have Israel because Obama made that land for you. Go now. Take your family there and capitalize on your own temples, and synagogues. You and your turban wearing asses back to Egypt or Israel or Pakistan, wherever your God tells you to go. We don't care. WE are not your cross to bear. WE are not your burden to carry anymore. We are not your ankles to burn anymore. You are not the weak, the dirty, the landless anymore. You are the modeling industry in America. You are the Entertainment Industry. You are professional Sports in America. You are Kardashian Complex of Kanye West that mean gold diggers elite! She gives us money when I'm in need? Nope. When is the last time your Jewish friend or step mother gave you a loan? WHen is the last time your Jewish neighbor gave you a glass of milk? When is the last time your Jewish co worker actually helped you out of a bind and didn't expect whiskey in return. When is the last time your Jewish partner actually allowed you to make more than them and not expected to have the same entitlement next time? This is the biggest difference between Jews and WASP Post SLaves? No! We are the rare exception of people that actually want to receive without the endulgement of entitlements or the enduldgements of retributions. We are the rare exception of people who actually want to give without receiving anything in return. Those of us American citizens that are dead set on being paid back in full after giving a loan, or gifting someone credit card credit are those that are poor. And that is it. Those that are rich are not relying on their families to support them anymore. Those that are are poor minded will always say, "If I had to do it, so shall you." Those that don't believe in leaving money to the young in the family here in the United States citizenry are those that have allowed slavery and depression minded elders to infiltrate the minds of satiated adults with haphazard inalienable rights to bear arms and capture reading minds with post financial crisis unemployment whoa breeding with the 9th ward Katrina victims folley minded ghetto trash who wouldn't and or couldn't leave. This chaos of media whoa and friendly minded Trump Blexit is within our reach now young Buppiee. We are no longer yours to keep young quadroon. We are no longer yours to keep Egyptian Khaled Lover. We are no longer yours to keep my mothers whore of a vixen folley creole dancer cajun banjo lover in the woods of my time and your father's time too in the vaudeville caricature of my love life with the Faye Dunaway of my love life in prose. within the family which is outrageously charlaton in nature. We are not yours to blame for needing financial help. We are only yours to keep, to hold, to cherish, and to give. Blessings upon 12 folds of blessings will be giving to those who give. That is what we are taught here in America. Blessings upon blessings will be given to those who shall give thoughtlessly, without trials of tracking the legacy of free babysitting and secrets told to no one but everyone in the darkness of betrayal. Blessings upon blessing will be given to those who shall give their heart, their mind, their future, their money, their love, and their bosom to a child who is abandoned because of rape and molestation at the hands of a grandfather, uncle, and lucifer in the family. We are not yours to keep anymore  Judaism . We are not yours to keep anymore charlaton fortune tellers of the psychic brigade of Yugoslavia. You are not welcome here anymore in the classy country of the United States of America. To have and to hold till this day forward is how we marry our young women to young gentile men. That is our birthright. Not under a trellis or a tree or even over a broom. We marry in churches and synagogues. NO. We marry in our backyards? NO charlaton unity minister of hippy days far gone away. We marry in our backyards? NO Mexican immigrant impoverished family of sinaloa Juarez. We marry our young minded youth in courts for insurance medical and life? NO. We are not illegitimate families anymore of post slavery complex Joy Degruy. We are not post slavery privilege of non elitist anymore. We are not post slavery annex of Louisiana Gold sugar canes spanish delighted pineapple cookies anymore. We are not pickles and creamy peppermint anymore Yolanda Hall Magallanez. We are not big league tape gum in Fort Lee Virginia where little girls can run outside a sex parlor for days on end with no supervision or ride on big wheels through deserts of burning man with hopes of landing a prospect of husband for mixed children but actually bring home a hillbilly vietnam war post Katrina complex called agent orange. We are not yours anymore Jewish people. We are not yours anymore  charlaton psychic wicca plant holders.  We are not yours anymore for the indelible delight of masturbating all over our freedom of entrepreneurship, contracts by signature, and speech. We are the land of guns and homeowners. No gays and jews. We are not the land of scholars and elitists. We are not the land of haters and hateration either. We are the land of homemaker Betty Crocker and the land of Clair Huxtable. We are the land of baby do right and baby do wrong. We are the land of abortions and death penalties. We abide by no Jewish principles other than those written in the Bible, right? I mean, lets face it, Jewish people wrote the Bible in the Vatican  City of Israel, right? Or was it Priests who wrote the Bible in the Catholic city of Bethlehem? Christianity is fraught with sin and lies and historical misconfigurations or masturbatory success in widows and blacks alike. WE are not your Jewish mindset anymore Judaism. Your Torah is not Abrahamic in nature, it is simply our FIrst Testament. But why do you cast it out Jew people? Why do you say our Christmas tythe is false and pagan Hanukkah? WHy do you say our Easter Bunny is Jesus Bill Maher? Why do you say it so pridefully while you live lustfully here in the United States of America frolicking about in your gay underwear of speech given to you by ways of freedom in politicos and politicians alike? You are not a politician but like your jew brethren, you arrogantly bastardize the christian culture and attack its religious nature in a land that has sworn its duty to God under God we trust not Abraham or Bill Riley. We are not our politicians as you are. We are only word smithsonians to you and to your screenwriters guilds in Hollywood. I would like to announce that I am God to you and your thoughtless matronly wife matriarch who belittles everyone but her own husband until he is evicted by the lawyer her father purchases. I would like to also announce that I a God to you and your thoughtless matriarchs are not wanted here in this land either. They are thoughtless, arrogant, humiliatingly dumb to their bostonian accent wannabe New Yorker tyranny of juxtaposition the Hitler promise of apartheid in America.  You, Matriarch of Seinfeld, are evil in sin, evil in conjecture, evil in boastful attitude against your WASP daughter In law who only tries to love you and your other children . You are also evil in your  Greek wedding  wannabe fat ways also. You are not Greek! You are not evil in sin because you are not Christian yet you wrote the Bible . You are not sin because you did not write the Bible because you are not latin or hebrew but yet you will the chosen people who watched Jesus burning man on a cross to bear his mothers whoa. You are not to be trusted you filthy matriarch. You are not to be trusted pedophile Woody. You are not to be trusted Nile and Frazier for Kaizer Freudian ways upon the nation that has kept you. When have you suggested a holiday to say THank you America for keeping us whole. Thank you AMerica for saving us. Thank you America for housing our synagogues to discriminate against your WASP and Black. THank you AMerica for allowing us to rape your girls with modeling aspirations of  visual hallucinations of beauty that look like holocaust victimhood.  THank you AMerica for allowing us to rape your american values with putride sensationalism of politicians, lawyers, doctors, and dentists who only allow Jewish clienthood. WIth the exception of OJ Simpson, Suge Knight, and auto compensation hood. You are not the only wretched here in this country who are raping our morality, our spiritual divinity, and our moral compass. Your simple presence is the problem. Because we are resilient in nature, we are healing in nature. We love our happy hours, our Bar B Ques, our family weddings, we love our family reunions, we insist on nothing. We only feel. We only hug our coworkers freely  while you set boundaries on them timing them until the day comes when they are late and you become destroyed in offendedness. Why? Why do you get so offended to simply wait? Why do you get so offended with tardiness of Stanton people, of Brooklyn people, of 8 mile people, or Ingle Hooded people, of NWA people, or Cornell Washington, Dr. Parham people? Has Mr. Smiley even asked you to the dinner table of conjecture Mr. Brezenoff? We supported your lynching of our electoral college and your whimsical nature in Psych hospitals of Long Beach but how many gay mayors are going to fire you for trolling facebook democrats in his own constituency.  You, my fellow democrat, you are hurting the people who you so desperately desire affection from.  Homosexual scholars from the local universities? NO. Homosexual millennial men who love your tantra of EAP therapy?NO. Homosexual men who marry men when their hearts desire is for the mulatto woman? NO. You are not desiring affection of new orleans musicians or Dr. Phil enthralled professional attaches of American Fruedianism. You are casting off the American for the German Jew each and every time you sit down simply to have discourse with a fellow colleague who is both black and white man and woman simply in your desire to say,  " I have to leave in 30 minutes so lets make the best of it", after that colleague has spent hours planning to spend the evening in a happy hour with you. Why is your nose so bent out of shape with tardiness or timeliness in a therapy session when you insist on setting boundaries on the one who pays you. When You insist on setting boundaries with the WASP and Black who pay you. Why do you insist on setting boundaries with the people who welcomed you into this city, this sector, this states, this country?  Why do you insist on raping us with your boundaries, your limits, your guarded body language of exquisite delight of homophobic Seinfeld niggers? And your intensity of defamation of character of political incorrectness and  Frasierly Kaiser over homophobic Westboro Baptist criminals kept in our own private annals of Brigades in our own dungeons of delight only to be cast out upon you if we decide mind you.  I am the one you want Jews to forgive you for killing the messiah. I am the one you want to give you redemption for your evil ways in the heartland of AMerican tribal tradition. I am the one you want to give you ill intentions so that you can easily forgive yourself when you commit treason on the country that hosts you around the world. For you are a people that refuse to assimilate.  You are a people that refuse to integrate and bring a love called interracial dating into your synagogues in Long Beach, CA. You refuse to integrate into the society however you insist on bridging the cultural divide by owning the culture at the helm and dictating secretly the wealth of matury and insecurity of a nation's young minded WASP and Black into desiring the heartbeat of a Paris Hilton, Kim Kardashian, Meryl Streep, and Zuckerberg Spielburg.  We are not playing with you anymore in our playgrounds of marriage and business. We are not playing with you any more in our playgrounds of Mexican followers Larry Ortiz, PH,d wannabe dean of the department of doctors of unlicensed social work  because you think you have catholic piety like the Jew professors of psychology at second rate state universities .

We are not interested in the piety of catholics or jews or their condescension of christianity or eastern philosophies either.  WE are not even interested in your arrogance in your paternalistic chin pointing down your nose at the idea of feng shui in your offices as you say with your eyes closed and shoulders shrugged, " WEll, I guess feng shui is doable". When you were not even given the birthright to even have the opinion, nor the birth right to use the space of chi in your office. WHile the legions of descendant  WASP founders of this country endure your elitism and fascist mindset, we also support your indulgence in our patriotism, our politico, and our electoral college. If you are not impressed with our religions,  then move to Israel  where our Ambassadors have fought to win you your own land finally. Because truly, you didn't fight for it yourself. You were murdered and it was taken from you.  Even the Africans remain Africa. Even the Guamanians remain Guam. Even the Filipino Kababayan double dutch sock balls still have their land to retreat to given the exploits of the Jabbawockeez hip hop rapists . Why come you don't still have yo land Jew man?  How in the audacity of hell Jew, did you lose to Hitler so large, so wide, so ugly?  We Americans say, you need to stop huddling us up in conference rooms for meetings upon meetings upon meetings sending us emails upon emails upon emails schmoozing us with your schmutz of social profiles up profiles asses with your need to stalk us, be us, and ruin us because at the end of the day you are JEALOUS of my skin, my big eyes, my brown hair, my blond nose, and my big dick clicks. Because at the end of the day you are still shorter, skinnier, uglier, and weaker than my teenage daughter in an arm wrestling match. You are dumber than my teenage son in the ides of whoa.  You are whittier in California, No. You are Peterburg in VIrginia, No. You are St. Louis, in Missouri. No. You are Dallas, in Texas. No. You are Raleigh in North Carolina, No. You are Salem, in Oregon. Not yet. Not Yet. Be careful Jewman. God is here with us. And he is watching you and your matriarch at work and in the PTA. He is watching your impact on society through the eyes of the Mulatto woman. He is watching your impact on society through the eyes of the WASP father in AMerica now. He is watching your impact on society in the eyes of Eritrea in America. He is watching your impact through the eyes of SPain in AMerica and Indian Natives in America. He is watching your impact on America through the eyes of the Black Man and Black woman who are wretchedly being used as bait and tackle by your NFL, NBA, and the likes of ESPN. God is watching you Schummer. God is watching you Trump. God is watching you Obama. God is watching you Feinstein, and Pelosi. You are being stalked by God and by a Mulatto woman and family of quadroons that live in East LA in your ruins. That live in Sherman Oaks outside of your walled communities with signs that are in ancient hebrew text that say Jews Only. GOd is watching you Jew man for only you would have the audacity to build and construct a large wall around a public park with the only view of a beautiful lake in Sherman Oaks, CA in order to own and occupy the apartment complex next door and oh by the way, the property wall is city built with taxpayer dollars. This is the way of Schumer and Pelosi. Feinstein is no different. We are among hypocrites who create signs large enough for the whole Long Beach area to see that say GAYLORD, that say ALL ARE WELCOME HERE AT THIS SYNAGOGUE but then they say, "I'm sorry we do not offer parking. We have limousines and shuttles that pick up our church members from home. All others need to walk in from the street." This is the way of the Daniel Brezenoff who lives in the Gayest capital of the world, Long Beach, CA. Jewish people are quite arrogant in our politics, both as Democratic leaders and Republican naysayers. But as a Democratic leadership, they are entrusted by Black people to fight for their civil rights as a post slave nation. However these Jews only sit upon the nature of civil injustice in order to fight for the indemnity of antisemitism as if this atrocity belongs to the United States of America. To whom does it matter that SChindler had a list? To whom does it matter th at  Jews are to be witness to the murder of their own in Concentration Camps. Why are Jewish concentration camps to be learned, taught, and respected and revered in a land where it did not occur? Why is it that the Jews insist on a replica of a gas chamber in West Los Angeles at a museum of Jewish tolerance in AMerica when Black People would never be okay with allowing the Plantation slave quarter beating area to be replicated in a place like Beverly Hills.  Black people can't even stomach the smell of Georgia, let alone go visit its Plantation museums. Black people can't even stomach the imagery of Amistad and Roots.  But the Jewman can. The Jewman says, make that story of the slave trade the main act. Make that story of the Color Purple incestual sharecropper the main act. Make that story the Oscar loser under Out of Africa with Streep as the star, not Goldberg. FOr you see Ms Celee, her pain does not matter to the Jew. BEcause you see, in the Torah, the evidence is clear. The woman, is a black woman. She is Egyptian. She is SUdanese. She is not from Bethlehem. She is not from Jerusalem. BEcause she is a whore. She is a slut. She is a mongrel. BEcause she was raped by God, chosen to have his baby, watch his baby grow into a prophet and then watch her baby die on a cross while the Jews stood and did nothing because yes he may be a psychic, he may be channeled by God, he may the walking immination of God on in Persia, but SHE is still a HOE. Therefore every single movie about anything in life will portray the woman's suffering and pillaging over the man, like Sullivan 5.  So American, you do not know the Torah like God. But you do know the impact of having the Jews here as our guests. They have taken the room at your home while gently saying thank you. They have helped raise your children but in the end, they say, you owe me because I provided you with free babysitting. They eat from your table, from your crops, but then say, your crops of filthy, full of bugs. THey eat from your pocket book then say I am going to take this money that they gave me and give it to my brother and tell him to live with the neighbor. And when my hosts ask for money, I will say I'm sorry I gave it away in charity. When my host asks for a loan, I will say let's put it writing so I have your promise of paying it back to me. As I go to college with your children. When my host offers me emotional support, I may give her a piece of art that I created by throwing paint on a canvas. Not any picture or motiph and I may say it was just emotional chaos. But if my host offends me, I will ask for it back. This is the gentile way of the Jew. Who lives in America like the termite who lives in the closet or in the basement with rats. But the Jew Man knows how to speak the King's english now dictating so perfect that he uses it to condescend to the American citizen now as if we do not use it appropriately. Now we have to tolerate the condescension, the wicked, and the termite infection of their arrogant facial expressions when we do business with them, when we take a class from their failed professionals, when we read a book from their failed professors working in our law schools?NO. Working in our engineering schools?NO. Working In our computer science departments? NO. WOrking in our finance departments? NO. Jew People work in social studies departments teaching people who are young and gifted intelligence about Freud, Jung,and Maslow. Psychology departments. A failed and outdated science full of Jewish and Mexic an catholic elitists judging people based on their own religious values in a field that touts freedom from religion and keeping religion out schools and having faith based organizations ostracized from fruition because God is not allowable in psychoanalysis or social work. According to the Jewish lady and man who occupy education? No. Who occupy social services, licensed therapists, and psychologists who also........run the EBT office, the EDD office,and the welfare fraud office. I am not kidding when I say God is watching the impact of having Jews in America. And God says,it is like having  termites in your house  with the sensible nature of saying, we must learn to live with the bugs. But in the end, the bugs are different. The spiders help not hinder our gardens and lawns. The ants are needed for trash removal. The bees are needed for fertilization. But what is the termite needed for? Even the roach eats the trash left over by us on the floor and he waits until we are fast asleep to invade our territory. The termite comes out at night? NO. He and his society are quite, they gentle, they are perfect criminals hidden in the walls and exterior of our homes. They do not eat the food off of our tables because they are better than us. THeir givelta fish is better than our salmon. But they do eat our wood , our furniture and our land from the inside out over thousands of years to where one day without cause, without frustration, without evil intent, without unruly behavior, even in plainsite, this infestation of termites will ruin your house, your life savings, the lifeline of your family, the lifeblood and legacy of your property that your grandfather bestowed upon you during the days of the pioneer and veteran in America. Without notice he will watch your house fall. He will say, Im sorry. I'm the one who made it fall. Let me help pick up the pieces. Pay me and I will help you.  Pay me and I will find someone else to help you. Pay me and I will invade it again with my stench. You are my perfect ally Jewman. You are my perfect Republican wet dream. Because it is you that will say, do it yourself. It is your fault. You are to blame because all you had to do was argue with me. If you fight me, I will get a lawyer. If you smirk at me, I will call you a racist. If you smirk down atme, I will remind you of your religion. For it is the religion of America to have sympathy for the raped and the pillaged. For it is the religion of America to have guilt even for the ides of the Nazi's. Even for the sins of the GErmans that have nothing to do with the American sins. We are not worthy of this plight anymore. The penance for the slaves bought from the Congo has been paid. We hosted the termites of the middle east and saved Europe from further disaster. These termites live in blue states. Blue states are on the borders of this great continent. Oceanviews have become so highly designed for the wealthy jew that no black or WASP can ever live by the ocean without perilous financial ruin. WHere the Jew has eaten their way into a religiosity of vows to keep Bel Air, Miami, New York, and West Los Angeles county and the Topanga Canyon regional despot position among us. You are not the truth of our kind Jews. You need to be run out with tents. Not the striped ones from the fumigator but the white ones that have your name on it. You are not the truth of our kind Jews any longer. We will be a nation under God, indivisible, and trusted by us. The WASP and the BLACK. If you do not leave, we will bring out the likes of our own Nazi. We have prisons full of angry, antisocial, bipolar, and segregated men with intermittent explosive disorder institutionalized to do one thing when they are released. To be NWA. To be Suge Knights. To be R Kelly alive and well. To be the tasmanian devil version of the Westboro Baptist elite. To be the grand wizard, the grand dragon, the grand weapon of boxing? NO. Our prisoners are not rebels without a cause anymore that you can condemn with your piety for law dominion Jewman. Our prisoners are on early release now because of propositions upon propositions that say drug felons are no longer worrisome to our society. But what that means is that America's' most violent, malicious, and gnarly murderers are all kept in one place, and we are keeping them for you. The only choice you will have is whether you would like to cheat a prisoner from Folsom or a prisoner from Patton. The choice would be yours. The above mentioned threat to Jewish society in the United States of America is for this land alone. We do not intrude on the borders of other countries in how they manage the Jews in their lands. However neither have they. It is well defined in wikipedia's that Jewish people are causing problems in every country that they have landed in post WWII. We also have never asked. Do we have a problem democrats with our Jews that we allow in our party? They do occupy our leadership and our far left viewership. They do occupy the Bernie Sanders Elitism that Trump fans so hate and has become so divisive to our land. We are not America the great with Trump nor would we have been with Sanders because he is a Jew and would have cast termites upon termites upon termites on to the walls of the white house just in his arrogance against blacks alone. He is not a friend to blacks nor is he a friend to MLK. He claims to have walked next to civil right activists during the 1960's and aided in passing civil rights legislation for black people. I wonder how Jesse Jackson feels about Bernie Sanders taking the pulpit away from his life's work. I wonder how Thurgood Marshall would have felt to hear a Jew make such claims as if he was the great white hope of that movie saga. Was he the great white hope? Did he have the audacity of hope to run as the first Jewish president in this country? Was he the first Jewish nominee for President? YES! Would have Americans voted for a Jewish President over a hateful prideful businessman? Would have Americans met the man in the ring of terror had he just openly outed himself as a closeted Jewman? Would the country have accepted a Jewish presidency? What would this country have endured had he become the commander in chief? What would the Capitol have endured if he was Francis Underwood? What would the Capitol have endured if he was the leader of the joint chiefs of staff? The man in charge of going to war against Rwanda? Against Nigeria? Against Eritrea? Against Ethiopia? Against manhood? What exactly would a New York Jew offer the Campus of the Capitol itself standing next to Lincoln, Eric Cantor, and Trump? When Obama stands next to Lincoln there is gravity in his photograph. Their is pride in our land. There is pride in our progress. When Trump stands next to Washington their is restitution among millionaires that have kept this country alive and kicking despite being ransacked and pillaged by war every 50 years since our inception. When Hillary Clinton stands next to the Vietnam Wall we are reminded of our civil war. When Bill Clinton stands next to George W. Bush next to the Thomas Jefferson monument, we know that when the party lines are erased and politicians can work together great things for America happen. Unlikely neighbors will forge a new destiny in Kansas city, Ohio. Unlikely business partnerships will follow between white and black people alike in the name of goodwill for a service or product that the general public very much needs. This is called poetic justice that our news outlets can be better with reporting and summarizing. Our presidents are the leaders of not just this country but our morality. Our presidents are still alive. They are still leaders. They are still friends. They are still attending each other's funerals and handing pieces of gum to each others wives to still their nerves and their tears. These are the simple gestures of giants in our lands. We have been through bloodshed this millennial with 911 attacks on our bank accounts, our homes being receded from us, divorce, stay at home fathers due to unemployment, and fear of falling planes out of the sky for 10 years. I am not without just cause that we are to be human beings and not animals in the new millennial. We are not to be besmitten by Kardashian and Hilton and Perez. We are not to be allowing our daughters to be brutally raped by the modeling industry every time she enters into a dressing room and says, "I'm too fat". How many times will tell our daughters that she is not good enough? How many time will we tell our daughters that she is not smart enough men? Fathers, how many times will you rape your daughter with a smile and a quarter for her to only call you Daddy one more time. How many times will you insist on going to the pastor's house and complain that you need more time with your whore and less time with your wife and daughter because your daughter is not a whore and your wife is not a slut and you need just one more ounce of folacio than you are willing to force them to give. How many times is the gift of fatherhood going to be lost in the uncle who really has no idea what fatherhood is because truly America, he is gay. He is Lucifer in the family celebration. He is the one that pedophilia is scared of. He is the one incest promoters say we are not that! He would be the single one with a woman he brings to each and every celebration only to call her body unattractive and her his beard for family occasions so his rightful air, his nephew does not smell homophobia on his breath for him. This is the only cause for concern in this book of lies that you condemn the uncle to a dungeon of hope lost? No. You, father, should be better. You father should be the one who loves your daughter, raises your son on his shoulder and says, YOU ARE A MAN SON! YOU ARE MY SON! THE WORLD WILL BOW DOWN TO YOU ONE DAY BOY! Why is it that young Black and White men are lost to the world of sensationalism and young Jew men are raised upon shoulders of giants in our reckless communities of Stantons finest and Bromptons brightest. Jordan High School is not full of our Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre blood lines? NO. THey are now full of Magallanez, Sanchez, and Dr. Ortiz in the barrio of delightful mexicano pan. We are not your slaves young Jew wanna be Mexicana mayor of Los Angeles. We sang your praises and what did you sing for us but more of your family members crossing our borders and bringing a Trump declared war zone in East Los Angeles. Villaraigosa is the only name that shall prosper on this side of the wall? We are not yours to keep Villaraigosa. We are not yours to own Juan Carlos Porras. The Poor Ass is this. We are not the ones who shall keep the Juan Carlos on our police force for him to learn English, scold cholos and cholitas only to change his name to John Poor and never see his Juarez again except for his tattooed back. It is these men who are first generation Mexicanos that come to this country as DACA babies, dropout of high school, join the police force, join the MIlitary elite, call themselves Republicans because of their catolica and then never cross the wall of a voting booth or of their own daughters wedding broom out of spite for her dead son's birthday. The day she received an unwanted abortion of his very own incestual child. The unwanted pregnancy of an incestual child on the heels of his sodomized baby son who still sleeps in the bed with his wife on one side and his boy on the other. This kind of arrogant man would tell them both that he is the only one allowed in the tooter. This kind of malicious behavior is not allowed on American soil again. This kind of America heroism? No. This kind of American dream?NO. We are not the hallowed be thy name thy kingdom come for the mexican immigrant to bring his family, rape them, rape his nephews, rape his daughters,rape his partners daughters, andrape hisown son with all intents purposes the wicked skeeder dick that exists on the Mexican man. The penis of a mexican man has no Granted shaft or Andy's shallow. The penis of a mexican man is the length of a cucumber? NO. THe length of a Trump statue? Yes. The length of Mexican manspenis withdraws to oblivion in the cold, after shower, only to be hidden by the fur coat of his long dangly dick hairs. The mexican is not a fully grown penis who can erect his woman onto a wall, hold her tight as she straddles him, or carry her from one room to the other with his penis still holding her up on his thigh. The mexican man is a man who finds glory in masturbating himself in dry humping his sisters, his brothers, his cousins,and his nephews and maybe dreams about dry humping his nieces. The mexican man who comes to this country with the antagonism that pornography is lost on his own children because his dry humping is all they will ever need. Is this the one that Trump calls the rapists? The mexican man that loves to perform folacio on his woman to put her to the point of orgasm only so he can put her legs up in the air and pound her to oblivion where even then he is the only one who will orgasm to the cum squirt on her back. He is not prowess in his romance like the middle eastern man from islam. Be careful. This one will haunt you to the point of suicide if you let him. He is not prowess in his slut game either. This would be the Italian whoreman who walks around in plastic gym suits with this penis sore from having fucked every jewish princess in town to the point that he has blood stains on most of his drawers. He is not prowess in his gifted oration of delight to get the whistle wet and keep it wet and warm it to the point of sheer euphoria upon metaphorical gyms creating funk in one thigh that needs to get to the next rotunda or else all hell will break loose on the woman's psyche of sanity. This would be the white man. And she sighs relief. The hoe in me cannot continue on this defamation of character for I too am not in any place of conjecture on his most high. So therefore I will stop and say, Mulatto men, you are the most high as well my brother, yes indeed. But circling back to the place of this conjecture, I must say,Mexican men do not belong here in AMerica.None of them. Especially the ones that are ranchers, and peasants in MExico itself! It is not the same as bringing over Nigerians or Filipinos. They are investing in airplanes, travel expenses, and immigration strategies to come hither from across the oceanic abyss on two continents. We are not the ones to divide immigration fever for ratings and riots but it will be said that those peasants that cross the border illegally are walking in bare feet, uneducated, illiterate, and ignorant and desperate for food and shelter? NO. They are not desperate. THey are opportunists. They see opportunity and want to scalp it.This opportunity has laid to rest an amygdala of unhealthy, un fit, lacking in Spartan 300 quality that AMerica has created in and of itself. Mexican children are not prepared even for our cultural attaches. Our vocabulary, our level of cognition with God,and our level of understanding that goes beyond words, beyond language, and beyond literal translation. I am not your brothers keeper. I am my brothers keeper and yes, that is for black american movie watchers of 80's but all of CHristopher Williams and Wesley Snipes attaches are widely known throughout black america. For an immigrant, I have to say it across the cultural divide to my coworker and risk offending them because they do know appreciate the cultural intimacy of black people that is welcomes, strong in piety,and strong in the value of love fo community. THey do not say I am my brothers keeper, they say, VIVA LA RAZA! HAY TE HUACHO! THese are not intimate sayings. THey are sayings that are reeling with hate for their plight as migrant workers. On this high point of sarcasm and cynicism we will say that I am not alone on this path toward financial freedom from the eviction of Primerica. I am not alone on this eviction of network marketing and the Knott Team with Jay Knott in Long Beach, CA. I am not a tupperware salesman and Jewish Family SErvices elitist either. I am a southern hospitality woman with flip flops, shorts, and bandana on my hair living on the beach in Hermosa, CA. I am the one that is brown skin too heavy for the bikini becky but not too big for the big kahuna in the Hawaiian surf with his little mahalos hang loose in the sand watching volleyball and riding beach cruisers down to the big Palos Verdes whale watching mountain cap. I am the only beauty that already has tanned skin, curly long hair with natural blond highlights and a butt too big for a thong. I am what the white becky wants to be, pays large amounts of money to be but way to strong minded to attend to the fact that she is way to holocaustic thin with a gap between her legs and straight bleached blond hair with white cream capped noses and red blotchy peeling skin down her arms and back. We are not finished with the loose bitch of nice that these women girls have for black girls and the ignorant ways of her large nordic danish mother who is probably a hippie wannabe attending Unity church in Hawaii to impress her post sexual revolution black lover she keeps hidden in the bloody sheets of her trip to Ghana during her time in the peace corp that her daughter will never know how much she loved being a banger sister. We are not your lovers anymore white women. We are not yours to be scolded for being the bright star of the black community anymore either Bonquisha. We are not yours to be lusted after by both heirlooms of men both black and white. We are not yourself to be lusted for anymore. The mixed breed, the mulatto/a, the coon breed quad that you insist on giving us octoroon. We are not your brown paper bag anymore. We are not your brown paper bag anymore black people when you exit us from your barber shops, insist on giving us fake Indian hair for braids like your sister so that she won't be so insecure and offended when we simply run our fingers down our illustriously long milky brown back and sway our chin to get that Becky sway in the depth of our hair. We brown skin not Hawaiian, not Brazilian, not East Indies, Not Philipino, Not anything but Gods of the AMerican Gold COast, GOds of the Creole nation, Gods of the Mulatto nation! We are the indecent American citizen that make Trump smile that he forced the issue that Obama was in fact an American citizen. Not of Africa and not of Hawaii. I am not of European ancestry in the last 3 generations. I am not of African Ancestry in the past three generations. I am born, my parents, and my grandparents were born here in the United States. We do not have any language as a 2nd language in our family. We are not cultural tolerance. WE are not cultural diversity either. We are not your gumbo soup or your ceasar salad metaphor. We are not your jambalaya or benet. We are not your food or charlaton Root Worker Voodoo trance sex God to lust after. We are not pagan cult dracula reinatold for Anne Rice to illuminate all over Lestat and Louis in Interviews with a New Orlean Vampire. We are not Beyonce's lusty version of Black riots in the new millennium with Formation of Southern Bands and rightful whores delight of a man cheating on you in the eyes of Jewman who rapes you untold mysteries for his delight and for your Solange Baby names surname. We are not yours to be sold to the devil in your mardi gras graveyards as a proud black woman yells your name screaming through the streets screaming the enthralls of your lemonade damaged artificial namesake, Dr. Dre? No. Jay Z? No. NWA? YES! You need to be one after all that they have done to Destiny's child and your mother's face of plastic. Where is your father love? WHere is your sister love? THey have abandoned you only to have you pay for the party of Sam Jackson and other hedonistic black reinetold of Debbie Grey's Anatomy and Clair Huxtable Rashad. We are not them. THe black ash of their elbow does not relieve the pain of my stomach in your belly's delight of milk, jazz dancing Fame and Nancy Wilson's daughter in my bedroom trying to suck my brothers dick every chance she got. When can we stay in my room and know that even though I lived among black celebrities hosting their white women at the beach of the African AMerican GOld Coast I am the one they wanted, I am the one they claimed as their friend, and I am the one who hugged my namesake when the news of Black Distant Lover Father finally laid to rest her own Purple Soul as he raped her small large body's bosom in the delight of his own gun as he pulled the trigger of his own son. This family tragedy happened in my classroom with my friend Nona. I am her friend for life yet she does not know me anymore. She has been Muhammed Ali's wife, the Matrix wife, but Justin still awaits his turn to simply claim your son as his own. While Josh simply claims you as his bitch while banging his own wife in both our namesakes. These white names are so removed from Mulatto's mouth that she is not even a breath in her hair anymore but the Jody that Black people heil or is it the Yodi? These two black illustrious figures in our history were more damage to your soul than you know. I am here to tell you that recklessness is the happening of a young starlet boasting about having consensual sex with Bobby Brown, Prince, and MIchael JOrdan but never truly having a dance to attend in high school with a simple picture of her prom dress or her high school homecoming dance with a white boy that appreciated her. She was the one that was turned into a whore by a white boy by the name John Hogrelius. He was no better than a sodomy victim to his own father and an incest victim of his own mother however he raped us both, us all. He and his brood of young rapists, Josh Miller, Jody Edmonds, and yes, my own brother Jay Hall who wanted to cast stones at me for the rest of my life for being raped and pillaged by young sodomy victims. THese boys were unruly in their puberty and unruly in their conscious grace that was bestowed on to them. How could this hillbilly mother allow her own daughter to return to such a school without punishment. How could this nigger father of hers remain so subtle as to attack the young miserly Jay who was lucifer in his acts of hatred and also scorned to hell for his acts of treason. HE is the lucifer in the life of God. The one who cannot stand close to the God who wanted only to protect him when he fell. He is the one who will strike the one who wants to help when he falls down. He is the one who will smile in your face all the while try to take your place. He is the backstabber. My own step brother who got smacked, lost, and pillaged with a belt for three years straight for not eating his own mashed potatoes actually blamed me for the beatings because I ate my mashed potatoes and made him look like the fool when he gagged on purpose to prove a point that will never eat anything he doesn't like. We will never speak his name again. Lucifer is a lie. Lucifer is a sultry angel with powers of kindness and compassion to all except for God. It is God he hates. It is God he punishes and it God that he wreckens will end his life with AIDS one day. Lucifer is the one that all in this planet should simply walk away from . He is not dangerous, he is not violent.Yet, give him your children, he will call them sluts, give him your sons, he will try to call them Gay to their faces? No. He will attempt to convince them they truly are gay. He will try and convince them their parents are weak. He will try and convince them their own parents are suffering devils and he is the commander in chief. He will be the backstabber and he will lose. BEcause in the end, Zeus is not kind to the betrayer. Zeus is not kind to the one that hurt him the most. His first begotten son. THe one he called baby brother. The one she claimed first as her own duty and responsibility against the man who truly wants Lucifer to die, our father, in art in Hell, hallowed be thy name, the kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven, and one day we shall overcome the name of this begotten adopted SOn, as our fathers name is MOSES, or as this book shall name, from this point forward SATAN. Halleluyah, SATAN is a lie. Satan was killed into depression by the Nona in order for this book to be written in the sanctity and sanctuary of my own home town? NO the hometown of my dog! My ex-husband's land of Mexico in American Califas. East Los Angeles.

##  Greed

In the spirit of a homecoming and renewal I am going to avoid using sarcastic epithets now and forever for I am in the conjecture of Islam paradise now need to conjure the devil to exorcise the enigma of grace. When we as a people conjure the need to immediately eradicate the world's largest religion from its holy ground and in an unruly fashion give it the ordination of life in a mundane way, we as a people will never give up the fashion police of a church or a synagogue. When we as a people decide to give up the kardashian influence on Kanye West's baby and give up the unruly injustice of infanticide of his baby on the public and on its grace. We are not yours to keep Islam yet we falter in your eyes and in the eyes of God. We are not yours to keep Christianity because we do not falter in the eyes of God in the mindset that Islam is the grandest religion in the world not Christianity. Christianity has been trying to escape the unruly injustice of 911 yet it cannot evade ISIS. Christianity has been trying to escape the unruly injustice of terrorism in American yet ISIS evades the reasons why terrorism exists among hot headed gun militia types here in our land of America. ISIS yells for God to explain to America why terrorism exists at all yet AMericans still think it is about the Hunger Games and its metaphorical capital city basehead raging against the machine of the ISIS grand killer state of Obama and grand wizard himself, Trump being the hero who decapitates the head of the ISIS leader who remains dead yet we are still inundated with random killing sprees on black churches, white kindergarten classes, white collegiate classes and gay night clubs in Miami. This is how we capitulate the rights of gun owners and base heads of all kinds even the crack hoe that got me fired for calling her a HAPA when she actually was a woman of half Asian and Half Pacific Islanders AMerican from the People Concern in Jewish Los Angeles, an organization trying to keep base heads working as therapists and homeless black people on the streets forever. We are not a company of healers here we are not interested in diversity, training, or redemption by God. We are just Jews that bully black people from our trusted incompetence as HIV nurses and condemned jewish Vegan's tattooed in parlors for gay whores. This is the plight of the mental health industry in California which is profundity for the best system of care for the mentally deranged in the world? Yes! We actually are. ANd this is the likes of staff that care for the wounded mind? Tattoo the word Vegan across your neck gay man, call yourself a Jew, and pronounce yourself a healer and then cry racism when someone says the word, HAPA to a HAPA woman. Oh and I am the racist he called so bluntly because his words were not heard clearly and taken seriously to his own liking. We are a country of political incorrectness and we must stop these people who are whores to the king and likeliness to Bill Maher and his foe Bill O'Reilly because they are both Jewish airheads who do not support anything but their own wallets and the size thereof of their pension plans and their lack of union support at a network that calls for their salary in the millions of dollars. We are a country of fools that please to support the likes of a tall white man who tattoos himself with the word VEGAN across his neck as if he would never be chastised publicly for his wicked betrayal of homeless people who use crack to live through the night after one of your wicked attacks of case management follow up checks on a street that does not own you anymore? Yes! You are the wicked one VEGAN man. You are the needy, you are the wicked, you are the liar at Agape Live who sends moroccan monsters to Christian churches outside the realm of yogi and new age and calls them blood, hellfire, and damnation. You are the wicked charlaton that calls for people who cannot fend for themselves. You are the wicked charlaton that rapes her children with wicked pot smoke called sage all around her house for the delight of having children with a black man in Africa. You are the wicked charlaton that rapes her children with turkey meat, cucumbers, and soy hummus just to keep these children looking like holocaust jews. You are the wicked man who would have so much to say about a mother who is single living on welfare trying to fend for her new divorced life only to find out she is a Doctor living on unemployment. You are the one who would never keep your mouth shut about how you had your ass handed to you in a meeting or a training just because your ego could survive being out wordsmithed. You are the one that this cattleprod is for. The Jewish man who we would call Lucifer if he were a Christian. If he were a superhero X-man he would not even be an X-man. He would be Buddy the wanna be Incredible Super. He would be a Syndrome. How can we accuse Buddy of anything for he is just a child. How can we accuse the Jew of anything, he is just a child man. A man whore to his gay and lesbian friends. He is just a man who is full of hate for his own body, his own cleanliness with God and his own tribute to Christmas break across the country. How does it feel Jew Man to be a whore to God's insanity of peace? How does it feel Jew Man to be the insanity of Hitler's mommy problems according to the Jew Freud of Psychological assessments. Why is it your problem to gather my things in your attic and call it flowers? WHy is it your problem to call my attick your flowers but your daughter a Jewish Princess? No! A Holocaust victim with power of the bird in the forest of Magneto? NO. A dead little girl named Anne Danny is your daughter forever in the minds of American pre teens in the English language arts programs across the no child left behind. We are no longer your sympathy game Jewman. The only cultural humility of sorrow and historial guilt this country will heal itself from is the actual genocide of a people. The Actual slavery of a people that happened on this land. Not in Europe or the MIddle East. How many atrocities happened to the Japanese people during World Wars and you don't see the Jap Man complaining to the Englishman, "Hey dude, can I get your power man? Can I borrow your soap man? Can I borrow your hand in marriage man so I can stay in the country that said I can come if I only work man?" Hey, what can I do to worry about the atrocities of the Mexican and only worry about the Jewish Holocaust and not look at my own evil in the face. How long will I do this to the slave I hate my own blood for committing. How long will I never say to my friend, "Dude, I'm going to do it for you because my grandfather is still a racist asshole against your fathers fathers father." I am only going to be an asshole for the right reason now. No man should come to this country a pauper and enjoy it. No man should come to this rage against the machine and win by saying behind the white man's back, "Hey I hate this vato, no me calle bien pendejo, este chulo es mi puta.". Then have the likes of George Lopez translate this commonly used phrase into,"Hello sir, thank you very much sir for this opportunity to make money for my daughter to live in this country illegally and we can have free health insurance as family and my wife can have our 3rd child illegally in this country in a safe hospital free from sewage and waste in the walls of the abandoned village we come from. Thank you sir for being my friend." George Lopez is a charlaton Jew is bought and sold by Jewish media moguls to attend the likes of a quinceanera and create jokes for the American cholo and chola who are former wannabe NWA gang members in a lost forgotten city called East LA, El Sereno, and El Monte. These wannabe gang members were in the same hood as NWA? Hell Naw! Were these gang members even gang members? Shiiiiiiiiiiit! No! These 2nd generation zoot suiters were nothing, nada, absolutely nothing but the janitors daughters and sons. THat's it. THey were impressed by the jive talkin NBA players who were walking down the street with ReRun and Rodge, they were impressed with Soul Train because they could never ever learn the electric slide from American Bandstand. The only twice removed celebrity that ever made it to United States stardom in their putrid Mexicano las ojos was the La Bamba band, Los Lobos and JLo. Aha! Yes, we have Boriqua in the casa today. We have the United States Territory? No. The Americanized assimilated use of a Jamaican island? NO. The Americanisation of a stupid slave colony left behind in a Hurricane embarrassed island below the Caribbean belt of Miami And Cuba? No. We are talking about the land of the Independently owned and operated fully functional land of Puerto RIco? No. I am talking about Puertorriqueno though. The disgraced latin country? No. A little lost island that will never be anything without the adoption of the United States and now if you visit they treat you like a whore. They look down on Mexicans because they consider themselves better because they have dicks like their African American grand poppies and live in a land owned by America now? Hell No! This adoption of a land so gruesome that my brothers keeper is in a hollow grave today because he never knew how to swim. He never knew how to live alone and the big bad haole gringo is the problem to his ancestors too. This is the JLO in our land that consumes of our meat, our dance, our music, our TV, and becomes an embarrassingly used judge on a hideously Jewish insulting media moguls tantric tyrade of WASP children and Post Slavery children attempting to drive themselves to a seductive audition of hopes and dreams only to be smashed into oblivion on the stage by the Jew, the black Jew, and Mexican, and not the Puerto Rican. This tirade of hell that young black americans are suffering? No.

Powerful American exquisite beautiful mothers of delight import their bodies to this land and then import their bodies to this white man only to make you a side hustle in the absence of his mistress when his woman and wife to be are together in holy matrimony of affairs behind my back. Jlo, you have spent, you have been borderline tricked by the injustice of puffy and diddy alike. You have mocked and harassed in this country by Janet J and Paula A. You have been tricked and spent by every man whore from the Bronx to Gardena. You have been tricked and whored from diddy to aflek to A-rod. You have been duped. You have been made to think that those like Ja-Rule would entice your embrace with romantic maid in manhattan wannabe spy vitriol of blade runner but in the end you are nothing but wet, slimey, feather brigade carrying hand tossed ribbons and candies for the peasant children who just got raped by another borracho crossing the border to see you commit treason to American by dancing the Samba at another carnaval in Brazil. You, Puerto Rico have been misled that you are better than Mexico. You, my love, have been tricked into thinking you are special because Hollywood has accepted you as a handler of bags. You have been tricked into thinking you are black and spanish. You have been tricked into thinking JT has a thing for you when he only wants Becky, Brittany, and Jane Austen in arrears. You have been tricked into thinking that the savagery of in living color has eyes for your bottom glass boat but in the real case of benjamin buttons you are way too big, way too little, way too white, way too mexican whore, and way too black wannabe dookie braids like Janet J. Please know your place as the American hideaway when we want to be a whore for a day and when we leave we will take your water with us back to the mainland and leave you dry. You are not better than your Carribean counterpart Cuba either. Cuba is a tri-racial success story with boundaries, accomplishments, fear, rulers, dictatorships, wars, and dislikes from American Presidents and arms deals of figure heads. Puerto Rico has nada pero nos peritos. We will never come for you in more than a walk, a dance in your salsa lined twilight streets and your ignorant arrogance against Mexico is shameful at very best. Your conjuring spirit to the likes of Mark Anthony and our star spangled banner is insulting and prideless because when we do come to drink with our whores delight, you mistreat my boys, you mistreat his whore, and your feel of arrogance denounces your whole tradewinds from Kaepernick's dick in your mouth to your fully insured skinny now jewish holocaust ass that no one likes in the kadunkadunk. I am nota hateration of the little isla abajo mi culo but I am not interested in any culture being as irate as Puerto Ricans are against other latin american southern countries because they consider themselves better because they are owned by los estado unidos. You are not better dogs. You are not better than the other breeds of half mulatto, half mestizo, half in-breeding Kisha Maldonado and Sean Madrid. You are not better than me because Quincy Jones hired you to be his hired help because you like the American Teenager who got pregnants best friend who became a vampire who became the black version of the View, and then who became Rosie Perez. You are no better than the former California Governor's maid who held his bastard snow of yours and then tried on his wife's dinner gown when she was swimming in the pool with your children to babysit. You are still just a janitor. You are still just a postman. You are still just a softball playing TSA wanna be trailblazer in a Country that does not even see through your black eyes. You are the only ones that America does not even remember. Hawaii is more populated with tourism, antagonism for Houle, and more abandoned by their indigenous royal queen. What ancestry do you claim over Hawaii? What ancestry do you claim over Jamaica? What ancestry do you claim over Haitian bananas? What ancestral pride accomplishments do you claim that does not reeck of the death of Spain and the abandonment of slaves ships and notorious plantations that failed in the wrong climate. Your underground railroad of slavery freed from tyranny of abuse was anticlimactic because slavery never really took hold because the lands were too wet, too dry, and too insulting for white settlers to stay. So off they went away from your little island and pursued the Louisiana, Texas, Georgia stateline. Where ocean meets land and water and graceland took away the known defect of Puerto Rico in America. Take hold American birthright mulattos, Take hold Tim Hairston of REdondo BEach,that God is in you, despite your antagonistic black magic wand Jesse Williams, we are now rulers of this land in the fortress of truth, you are the most magical automatic writer and the most magical automatic genius of terror upon a wife in stepford wives land drastically deepening her self care and indigenous eyes upon your large beautiful phallic muscle. You are the only man I have ever loved Jesse Williams and in the midst of this romantic tyrade I will also say you are the only man I have never had. The mulatto creole homosexual angry bisexual who cannot take his gaze off of my stepford wife ass. I am in no mood to deal with Puerto Rico bootie failures who love to angrily stare at Mexican derogatory epithets with no romantic tyrade. I have no honesty for your stank ass as I digress from your stench eyebrows that invade our mani pedi salons. So thus I will stop the tyrade on you and your Neil Degrasse Tyson for being the one and only smart indigenous eyes of this land. For he has no hazel eyes nor mine. THe indigenous ones of this land are hazel eyes. The Mulatto? No. The Mestizo? No. We are not to be defined as none other than not you Puerto Rican. We are not other than the new Native American. We are the rare evolution of the white and black American citizen making love on this conquered land and living in more than the Idlewild futura of my wet dream of Native American casinos. We are more than San Manuel bankrupted bingo parlor magic act commissioned sharecropper's dream. We are more than the Pechanga resorts held true for the snow birds of lost paradise in Hemet grand canyon valley. We are more than Hawaii tears for a lost conquered queen of what? Surfing? Happy Feet? No. We are the creole molasses of the South post plantation shadow family. Legs and arms bare with sweat of love making? No. We are the incestual molested and raped cast of the plantation big house high yellow negros. We are the ones hated by our sun stroked cousins and siblings and fathers for the audacity that we are tilling the vermouth of the masters ass hairs and feeling the shackles of the back hand of the 18 year old new master's son. We are the cooks, the maids, and the brothel comfort women who masters such as Thomas Jefferson and George Washington so affectionately called Sallie Hemmings, the white slave. The quadroon bitch. The Octoroon ball maiden for your dick. We are the new American what have you. Babies born to a white slave master and his black mulatto maid who is actually his wife's half sister cometh with her dowry of assets no pun intended of her father's heirloom of shadow family slaves. But oh how sweet miss sallie is. For she is a quadroon and looks like JLO? No. But she has JLO's complexion. She has a Puerto Rican smile? Yes. For no Puerto Rican has dental hygiene, dentists, or orthodontia Does she have an ass like JLO? No. Because she is still a spritely kept, non educated, gravely disabled slave. She has been beaten by everyone in the family by the age of 15. She has been raised among her siblings that are also white but also part of the masters family in white. She is also white skinned but she has probably full lips, brown hair, and thick thighs. She probably has hazel eyes and curly hair. But her skin is the color of the Cuban. The color of the mediterranean sea of olive trees. Her skin is the color of the greek isles of Allah. Her skin is the color of Egypt. Her brother is no different. Lusted after by the headmistress of the house and condemned to servitude of a different nature but nonetheless he is the masters son. He does still live in the slave quarters with his sister and mulatto mother and black grandmother. He still lives among the dark skinned melanin rich hyde niggas that dwell in the field picking cotton by the ship of the bastard Jew that made his riches on a barge to come to the new land and made it here just to inherit nothing. So he takes the first job he can get which is the slave trader, the slave trainer, the slave shackler, and the slave handler. So like Kisha Maldonado of Puerto Rico, Ben Stiller is also a slave handler. The Jew and the modern day Puerto RIcan are not so different. They smile in your face, all the while they want to take your place, the backstabber, back stabber. How are you to trust the Hollywood Jew when your own homie, big booty Puerto RIcan like JLO wants to be the Jews whore? And how do we define a whore? A hoe? A slut? A tramp? How do we define I say, the side chick? How do we define I say, the audacity of hope? Obama? Trump? China? April Ryan? Who's the tramp now? Puerto Rico or April Ryan or Bill Maher? Or is Bill Maher the slave trainer and April is the Clinton Mulatto house nigga? Is April your house nigga Bill? Bill Clinton? NO. George Bush Senior? No. GWBush? Yes. Condoleezza? Colin Powell? How do we accept that Condoleezza was a runaway slave back to Stanford and APril is still in Shackles? How do we underestimate the power of the field hind legs yelling look at that monkey run! How do we accept the Howard Cosell failings of media sports and not ruin the likes of Sarah Huckabee Sanders for blatantly disrespecting and raping and batterramming April Ryan publicly for shaking her head wrong on TV media briefings in the White House. How do we accept the musings of the likes of a scorned immigrant named Schwarzenegger when we are unappreciated during his electoral college debate. How are we to underestimate the power of the red pen when Arnold has the ability to kill and murder people with his budget cuts to social services in the winter when programs for aging are the most vital to the continued life and death propensity in nursing homes. Arnold was given carte blanche opportunity to murder helpless frail and elderly people simply because he could red line senior citizen nursing care for the poor aging california citizens who did vote for this careless Jew. He is not the Republican elite of Trump or Sarah Huckabee. Arnold is the ashtray of the Kennedy dead and the asstray of the California Rocky Stallone follys of expendables. He is the example of the immigrant gone bad in political divide given the opportunity to hold public office. He is the example of the immigrant holding true to his game, America is the land of the rich and the land of the opportunity for the Austrian delight? Is he Jew? Is he Nazi? No one questioned him in this state. Is he a birther? Why did we not question his birth certificate? Why did Obama get hazed so badly over a damn birth certificate? I'll tell you why! Because he is not only American. He is the only American on the whole Senate floor, on the whole congressional caucus that is born of black and white here in America. Black and white in this land is the talisman that sews together, stitches together, and fucks your way into the birth right of this country. The use of profanity in this pictorial debut is necessary because we can illuminate the true, the tried, and the tested political integrity here. We cannot be so sensitive that we cannot hold true to the illustration of the mulatto being born on a couch, or in a barn, or to Miss Celie with pigs and cows close by in the dark night stench of a farm, or a poor black side of town where white hospitals don't care to attend. This jim crow era elitism of delight here in America is not stock full of the baby born doulas, or the white witch midwifery complex. This is a young black girl incested by her grandfather who is white, or a young mulatto girl who is incested by old black uncle, or a young black teenager incested by her brother half her age. This is the plight of the precious here in AMerica. This land of newly minted civil rights only 50 years ago 1968. Only 50 year ago 1968. That means that your our my 50 year friend, brother, myself, cousin, siblings sister, aunt, etc, if your black you know someone our age who was born on a couch back down south and now they live here in California. If you know someone whois black, ask them if they know Precious. If they know her name. If you know someone black, ask if they understand why Oprah wants to talk about her and Mrs Angelous incestual prided heirloom past. Why is it important for women of all creeds born to the baby boomers generation to talk about the molestation they suffered. Why do they call it molestation? When they discuss full battery sex with orgasm and Big Daddy love affairs. WHen they discuss full battery sex with Daddy since before I can remember until the age of 11 or 12. Why in the age of Child Protective Services is this not considered a crime? Oh yeah, it is. Megan decidedly says its not okay to even live next to a known criminal of sex offender. Why is it okay for a known sex criminal rapist to call his act molestation when it is on his own daughter, sister, or neice? WHy is it not okay at for this monster to rape due to discipline the ass of his only son, a teenage son. Why is it okay for your stomach to settle when I say it happened to a boy and not a girl? Why is it okay for you to be okay with listening to a woman recant her story about childhood molestation at the age of 7 but when you look at your 7 year old son you feel homicidal against any man that would do that to a scared screaming boy that is your seed. Why is it that a whoop ass tyrant in a boys locker room might escape retaliation because he has done the unthinkable, he has sodomized the track star because he is sweet looking and kind. Why is it unthinkable for this crime to be okay of a young innocent child just because he is older and past puberty? Why is it okay for sexual abuse to be braisen on Movies made by the cholo, Edward James Olmos, prison rape and child boy pushing that shit in rape. Why is it okay for our young innocent children to find such images on youtube when they hear their Mexican ex-vato father talk about putting a skirt on that dude if he ever disrespects him at the grocery store again. Why it is okay for our general population to watch movies about the holocaust but not about the rape of the mulatto slave girl just 100 year ago. Why is it okay that our mulatto slave girl descendants by witch hunted by their brethren because of hair care injustices. Why is it so bad for afro american women to wear their natural hair in braids, twists, and god forbid we have the Chris Rock talk about Hair in America between dark skin, light skin, and the blond extensions of white women. We are not a land of arch rivalry of skin care of hair cair. We are a nation of arch rivalry of Jewish fetish. We are a nation that have been manipulated by the Jewish media, the Jewish entertainment mogul, and the Jewish social media giants,and the Jewish Devil Wears Meryl Streep Prada. We are not the conventional tirade of only one casual media outlet. We host the land of the plenty, the land of the opportunity for the Jew to own professional athletics as well. We are the land of the immigrant to come as you are, practice your faith as you want, and raise your children with integrity and be a family that we consider to be civilized, entrepreneurial, athletic, competitive, and decent, morality and Christian values of do no harm to others, and treat others by our golden rule. We are in a fascist riecht right now where we are law abiding citizens are being shepherded by the Satanic ritual of facebook,Kardashian, Jerry Bus, and Michael Jordan. We are being shepherded by the likes of Jewish angels walking down Victoria Secrets love lane in their triflingly skinny bare bones with even our own Tyra Banks looking so ill fed and too tall next to the reinebold of ugly white women. Tyra is so upperclassmen compared to the likes of the holocaust Jew models next to her that have not eaten in years and have dark circles under their eyes and bones sticking out of there hips instead of child rearing attache. This fashion industry of FIDM in Downtown LA is so immersed in the likes of the Michelle Murphy HAPA and the dark skinned Blackish costume designer trying to work hard in Hollywood only to be raped by the Jewish Devil in her Prada fashion that out ranks our HAPA and our Black Stylist in simply the abundance of belonging to the same synagogue as the actual stylist that receives the work so highly sought after. But alas, that's the American way! That's the Jewman thinking. You can't capitalize on me? No. You can't capitalize on your own daughters? Is Tori Spelling held to the same beauty regard as our very Tyra Banks? Is the other actors from 90210 held to the same beauty fashion icon deluxe as our very Tyra Banks? Is the TV show Seinfeld and Blackish held to the same Beauty trade as our very own, Tyra Banks? Hell Naw! I seem to think that the only way to belong to a group of chevenistic pigs is to become one right? No! The Jew man will never become the pig. He will only put the pig on a pole and make that pig dance for the lust of the turkey who will come to watch the pig slip and slide on the pole of SVU and CSI in hopes of becoming fat enough to bring out the likes of new lust and new opportunities for more customers. Meanwhile,the turkeys and chickens and pigs were all just starting to get along in the same hog pen until the Jew Man came along.

Now the pig wants to perform for the turkey and the chicken wants to pay the Jewman to hate the black pig and earn more dollars on the pink pig. Then the Jew Man says why certainly, if you think the pink pig is easier to watch than the black pig I don't care, that's your cultural attache not mine. Sounds actually stupid to me but who am I to be too proud to turn down money and not give it to my temple and synagogue for the future of my own kind. I don't care about your family's future black pig or your interfaith relationship between the likes of simple farm animals that only belong in Utopia. I only believe in Orson Wells and we all shall get along when we all do something to each other that absolutely deathly ruins the likes of harmony and suicidality in the Jewman for not having their own land. Well Utopia is a lie when the Jew Man is here because they will rape our culture, rape our daughters and rape our bank accounts. They will show you something to lust for and then tell you that it's funny, its entertainment, then indulge you in your deepest greedy lust that your eyes can devour. The black skin of athlete's jumping high and hitting a baseball too far. The simple lust of Roseanne Bar and Cheers to a land so desperate for casual dining and good times but alas, we will never see a show where the desperate madonna doesn't end up bring the suffering mother, the suffering widow, divorce, and the desperate mortician on CSI or the desperate burden of the desperate detective who holds the truth of every sexual crime in new york city. The highest paid actress in TV land, Mariska Hargitay, is the only parking ticket that people need to watch right? Why in the world would we allow a society where a show would dominate the TV redundancy or reruns on many different channels of sex crimes of the most heinous acts. Why is it that CSI has spawned 5 new runoff shows to represent morgue and mortician activity in more than a dozen cities worldwide. Why are we so lusty to see death? To see rape? To see torture? Why is Scarface and Heat so attractive to movie gowers. While Twilight and Harry Potter are still lusted after as well? Why do we choose to watch Lord of the RIngs and X--Men superhero movies? When we also choose to show our children white racist disney movies that have nothing to do with reality of humor or delight for anyone but white bed bath and beyond children who are forced to watch it with all the accessories that grammy gave them at christmas time to ensure that the middle class reich was minted in photo frames for the family to know that if your going to have a disney movie, each child must have a favorite by golly and each child must have a doll, a toy, pajamas, bed sheets, a puzzle set and a lunch box that match the fetish delight. And then and only then will Martha Stewart, The Stepford PTA, and your low class in laws be allowed to come over and see the child rearing from our family dynamic. This pedophila of parentage and grandparentage needs to stop. Not only does it feed into greed and lust for a family to show off something intangible, but they also feed into the jealousy and animosity of those that can't afford Disney. California and Florida should outlaw Disney based on racism alone. DOWN WITH DISNEY WE SAY! Just for the sake of all the black superheroes, all the black prince charmings, and all the black children in America who are tired of being shoveled a frog from New Orleans and animals from Africa. How racist is that! Lion King my Ass. The circle of life is here in America if we are going to teach our children how to be wickedly racist then we need to teach them how to be wickedly rich at the same time. For no one can go to Disneyland except for irresponsible middle class families and rich tasmanian devil rich people who actually go to the length of purchasing a disabled person to cut ahead of everyone in line and get the fast track pass for the rich family who has no disability. That way they dont have to stand in line for 2 hours for 4 minutes ride. How disgusting is that! We are so beyond roller coasters as well in this country. That's just me. But alas, I must say, I hate roller coasters. They are too high, too costly and too extreme for me and my preteen. My teenager is way too daring and way too young to understand the actual dangers of a roller coaster. So alas, I always Say, Magic Mountain, Mickey Mouse and the long lost road to Knotts is over my friend, your too old now. Wait until you have three children under the age of 10 then go to Disney and on the 4th of July, fight parking, pay for parking, then pay for the whole family, then pay for the family to eat, then pay for the family to snack, then pay for the kids to play games, then pay for the family to eat inside the park dammit, then pay for the family to have discount ha! Souvenirs. Then come talk to me about when is it okay to go back to fuck you Disneyland. Fuck you Disney Land wannabe greatest place on earth peice of shit asslick! Suck my wannabe dick Mockey Mouse. Kiss my ass Simba! Lick my clit Michael Jackson and your pedophilia sacking rideshare. (I will say though, shhhh, Shrek is amazing and so is Nemo.Those are my faves!) So on to my dreamworks!!!

#  3.  Archetypes

##  The Guru

In all actuality the Guru is only one and the only one, Tony Robbins and his brewd of giants in the mainstream public speaking domain. These giants of human carcass domain come into town like sideline circus aiming to heal, to motivate, to instill monarchy among the elite of authors in the self help isle of the Barnes and Noble and network marketing genius disasters of retreats in desert hotels of hard ass noblemen who are built to bleed followership but need to be inspired to sell the hypnosis of delight in the right wing nut of traveling politicians who enter into the realm of public speaking and book sales. This is the brood of public speaking. For heaven sake we have an arrow of delight now that any whore of a book can prostitute their own book with a Ted Talk convention book series on any given corner. We are not your bastardized EST training seminar on the ferry boat of an infomercial anymore America. We are not your hypnosis retreat anymore Tony Robbins. We are not your self help book 9 steps to leadership John Maxwell hunting no more the network marketeer pyramid scandal but now on to the next big thing which is the super church mogul who wants to build a church the size of the football stadium and dominate the HR business, financial planning business, and life insurance business with your 10 steps to awareness of Eckhart Tolle mind over matter bullshit. America, what if we didn't have the self help books? Oprah, do we really need self help books and training seminars when we have you? You are all of it and more. No one really needs this anymore. What say you America? Can we give up on the need to be rich? Can we give up on the need to believe some guru that we too can be rich? Some of us know we are rich without the rags. Some of us know that we are rich without the money and the houses and the boats and the jewelry. Some of us already know that as Biggie Smalls say, "Mo Money Mo Problems." Most Regional Vice Presidents of the Network marketing pyramid scheme businesses know that if my Avon upline actually passes me I will no longer have a business and even though I actually did sell 1 million dollars of product last year and I actually did win the big trip the year before and I actually did recruit 500 people in my down line total in all three years I've been hustling people and losing family and friends along the way and even though I did all of this, I still only really made $35 thousand dollars working full time for this tupperware, insurance, travel club, cutco knives, business delight of failure, false promises, and interesting sales marketing retreats where they tell me I'm not good enough, I'm not strong enough, I'm not tall enough, I'm not dressed well enough, I'm not old enough, I'm not white enough, I'm not confident enough, I'm not well spoken enough, I'm not driven enough, I'm not rich enough, I'm no free enough, I'm not poor enough, or hungry enough, or wise enough about leadership, about friendship farming, about humility and surrender to an upline, about earning a living on commission sales, about being white enough. I'm not doing anything but traveling pants of the sisterhood yaya club here in America and embarrassing my herbalife friends who are busting their asses working on to get the beach bodies they wanted 15 years ago and the traveling to the heights of make up with Arbonne international where my makeup and foot aromatherapy wasn't good enough and neither is my korean born mani padi family down the street. I'm not good enough so I need to buy tickets to the next retreat seminar. I need to buy a ticket to the next webinar with the leadership company that replaced EST trainings of the 1970's. I'm not hungry enough even though I quit my full time job, cashed in my savings and mortgaged my house only for you to instruct me that I'm not poor enough because if I were I would have sold more last month to feed my upline, Jay Knott of the "WHY KNOT TEAM" and his family. This industry of hocus pocus needs to end Mr. President of the United States of America. Mr. Trump when can we say that it's time for Network Marketing companies to finally fail? When is it time for Network Marketing to have its own degree program? Never! You know why? Because they sell the American citizen on the idea that wealth and fame is the American opportunity and dream in a nutshell that can be had easy by Joe the Plumber and Obama alike. Trump International is the only period of time where the average small business owner and real estate Carleton SHeets extrordinaire can study, learn, memorize, internalise and be sparked to fruition with power and prestige of conversation where nobody will ever forget that my cousin Joe went to a seminar and it changed his life forever and I was the one who didn't believe in him and I was the one he got to mock on stage at some Atlanta convention where he thought I was miles away and no one would ever tell me. I am not the usual suspect with these companies and idealistic Disneyland actor become Fred Pryor seminar gold for the next Excel Training or MIcrosoft word certification. I am not your difficult people to get along with Fred Pryor where I have to learn how to be nice. I am not your difficult person to deal with where my anger issues need to be addressed by a personality inventory called Jungian Psychology biblical awareness of astrological signs and Feng Shui fevor of delight in my preferences against my moon sign and my ENFP against my blue and my creative learning style against my yellow DISK. Mr. Trump these divisive inventories of our citizens are Jungian attempts to place us in a box of categories that like horoscopes, don't really exist. I can tell you this, the moon and the stars and the birth order of your daughter does not care about your earth beam into this room or the directionality of your wife's picture on the wall or the red door that harnesses the money energy in the home. I can't stand Feng Shui not because it's a lie but because it is not American. It is Asian and Asia is not here, nor is it better than our use of decorating style. Our American culture has become dalliance of hope that Eastern Meditation, Yoga, and Chi GOng is better at healing us than good old fashioned Sunday church. Our American culture has become dalliance of hope that Eastern Tai Chee is better than warm and stretch out on the lawn with my blanket. Eastern meditation has become something better to many AMericans than thoughtful prayer for another loved one with a christian chaplain or deacon. Eastern meditation has become something better to many Americans than a soul to soul conversation that many people harness when they are stressed and in need of healing with the voice of reason. Many Americans use psychology to heal their aching hearts when really this is a Jewish German Austrian cultural meme of Freudian Psychoanalysis and it should be banished to the straits of hell for all the mishaps, costly endeavors, and latent fools gold for this industry is used to penance fathers, child abuse victims, and frigid mothers who were never taught the skill of love or thoughtful romance. This industry has labeled children around the country crazy, worthy of medicine, and useful to no college because of the stigma of the word Attention crazy Deficit Loser Disorder problematic Hyperactivity bouncing off the walls cuz he cant sit through some stupid class and would be rather home playing games with his brothers. This industry would say that the only kids worthy of seeing are the ones who will play in the master level therapist (not the psychologists) office with a box of sand trays and little toy army men and explain how the army men sexually sodomized him every night without actually saying the McMartin trial was actually a real condemnation of the whole industry and should have been proof that Psychology is of course not real and only in the mind of the frigid Jewish doctor who is not worthy of the neuro class and got kicked out of medical school all together and tried to proclaim a new industry but alas it never worked. Proof be told, medicine will never acknowledge psychology because the scientific method can never be used to fruition. So out with Tony Robbins International, Out with Training Seminars to glory of unlocking the secret to the dream of american wealth. Truth be told, if you are not white, not man, and not Jewish, you will not be rich or wealthy in this United States of America because you are not part of the in crowd of homeowners, business owners,and scholarship greeks that hoard the wealth and only inherit business from each other and the country club members that are still racist, anti semitic,and feminist. We are not yours to keep unbridled in fear of a lost hope of reality of fast times at ridgemont high where all the losers and cheerleaders and football captains all regain their momentum in college and come back to the high school reunion lawyers, architects, policemen, firemen, and teachers at worst. Please sho nuff shogun Leroy please don't hurt em that we too are lost to fruition in the lost ideal of how college is the answer to the post slavery complex but in all reality all college students of the 90s who were black were shephered into social sciences and education and why? Because someone somewhere said we are better suited there. But alas you will never be more than the low class community where you came from or the schools where you died at or the social service programs your mother's benefited from. Alas you have been bamboozled black people in American to think that the United states would ever really allow you to even play the black tax game. Because like our elder Chris Rock says,"In order to live in Beverly Hills you have to be able to fly if your black". For look at those that do, Michael Jordan, Michael Jackson, Serena and Venus and their whole family in one house, and Will, Jada,and their whole families combined. The idea that superheros of acting and athletics could live alongside simple charlaton jews that happen to have a small dentist clinic in East Los Angeles and down the street a simple lawyer who just graduated from law school and gets to live in the company whore house for a few years. This is simple racism at its best in the real estate industry. When Mr. President will you fix this awful derogatory real estate business we have in America that hurts middle class blacks and helps the middle class Jew. When can we expect serendipity here in the real estate industry where black middle class people will live together and whites will live together in equal yet beautiful neighborhoods with 3000 square feet home for all the homes on the block and schools that are all worthy of being called distinguished with teachers that are all of equal value? When Mr. Trump will you end this real estate industry crisis on the wall of Jewish neighborhoods considered to be desirable but no one can buy in them because they are only traded and shared with other Jews. Why does it take a mortgage boom bust to get homeowners to buy and short sale foreclosures for black people? Why cant we just give all black families a new house? Free Of charge every generation instead of this stupid idea of reparations? WHy can't we just give them a new house every generation like we do TANF? No loans, no refinancing, just a safe home with all utilities paid. Why not?

##  The Immigrant

So patience is a virtue to mankind according to the Jewish Bible. We are the people, the chosen few who are the many and the proud. Don't believe the hype. We are the one you deserve to want. We are the one you slap yo mama to hop over the table to get too. We are the one the few the prideful American. We are the antithesis of the immigrant. The immigrant is not prideful. He is a whores delight at the opportunity to want us even bigger and stronger so that he may leave his stench behind in our walls. The immigrant is not the Gangs of New York a century ago trailing blazing glory for the new land of America. He is the one who comes today uninvited and scorned from all reaches of the universe yes sir, Mr. Tyler. The immigrant shall be defined as my whore for the rest of this book it shall be posted that an immigrant is no better from hither and beyond from eternity to beyond from this dick to yo mouth it shall be said that I am a woman who has serious disgust under my nose for the immigrant from South America and the Middle East. All of them shall leave without foot in their asses. All of them shall be removed from foot in ass very soon with Trump's new policy and indignation of self reliance in someones elses home that you never were invited too. When did it become your natural born right Mexico to come here? When did it become your natural born right stay here Genoveva Magallanez Maria Leticia Leticia Porras? Why is it your indemnity to ruin our neighborhoods with loose chickens, roosters, shoes on power lines which has been outdated since NWA went to prison 30 years ago with Parliament Funkadelic and Rerun. How many times has your immigrant stench brought roaches, bed bugs, and hair lice to our elementary schools because your country is inhabited by farmers, painters, and hotel maids? Mechanics, machine welders and forklift operators? Why is it that in a Mexican American chicano, aztecan, Mayan, familia here in this side of the border, we have to take in the likes of not rapists and criminals but yes rapists and criminals????? Why is it that the likes of these southern border migrants are destined to be DACA children and DACA dreamers of a brighter future? Why is it that the Jewman has enticed us to be sympathetic to the needs of the Jew here in America but the plight of the American Dog under the southern border is not our problem Jew Woman? How is it Daniel Brezenoff you fight for the right of the border patrolman to earn more money? No. You don't care about the Black and White women who are risking their lives everyday calling themselves border stormtroopers because the indignancy of the mexicans when they cross over is harassing at best, dehumanizing at worst. And the Jewish media has the defamation of character to tell our Godly souls that these people at the border are safe. That these people are worthy. That these people are interested in asylum because of a war torn country. This Jewish fake news is none other than a war on Trump because truly Obama, Clinton, Bush, Reagan all knew that the dogs on that side of the border were coming and going for over 100 years with permits, with cars, with green cards, with white cards , and with dashboards full of people. No. Trunks full of people, children, and coyotes. These citizen Kane wannabes? No. These citizen wannabes to fulfill the american dream? No. Three generations later, their children are no more than teachers and flight attendants in the worst schools in America. The ones they populate. These American citizens born to the DACA dreamers are no more than mechanics, plumbers assistants, mental health workers, and child care attendants. The ones who have education attempt to be social workers and teachers in pink industry millennial traveling up and down the west coast trying to negotiate deals and crimson luck with bosses elite and directors galore. We are not here to try and negotiate a deal with a dog. We are not here to see your scowl face be uplifted in glory as your interview begins Leticia Villa-Ragosa. We are not here to see your face turn half down and half up in arrogance as we ask you for friendship and you look for ways to control and punish us with your arrogant marriage to a white Russian man who barely knows American culture and then you pride yourself on the waste management of your Jew Face you now call Mestizo. You are not mestizo, you are still Mexican. Your children are still half dog Leticia, Patreeseeaa, Patty, Pati, BA-Tee. Your name is the misnomer. Your hair is the jealous rage of white american women because it is thick, you wear it long and it has natural highlights? No. That would be the hair of your daughter, the actual mestizo who is still just a Mexican soldier in class with white boys who simply lust for her and will never allow her to the dance with him unless his father meets your father which would be lets just face it, impossible because mi padre es un borracho, es en la trabaja, has gone mimis, or is still wearing his chonny's and eating beans and rice at the table and does not have the interest or humility to meet your boyfriend's white american father, for he is too proud, too embarrassed, too angry his dick is too small, his hands are too tiny, and his legs are too stubbly from his wifes ass. We are in a time where Trump says, America we need to stop playing with American politics, political candor, political niceness and adversarial friends. We need to use slander to grab the attention of the white people.

##  The Dog

In this corporate greed documentary we shall overcome the right to peruse the other channels and keep our masturbatory success out of our mouth tonight as we read the sessions on this dog I keep calling Mexican American in my backyard cutting my grass and weeding my entrails of pests and lizards. I must also keep you in the crust of knowing that I am a mixed breed mulatto skinned black woman hated by both and by all so I get to claim and bear arms against the mulatto wannabe Annarosa Najera who thinks just because she originally came from Columbia and she is a ranking order Catholic who has decided to be Burning Ban Tremor Release therapy in her cocoon of barron spinsterhood and yoga pants who keeps getting fired from each and every low level middle manager position because she is not black enough for NWA south central but not knowing that and still tries to act black. Yet all the while trying to take our place, the rightful owner of the black man in the hood, the white black woman from Redondo Beach whose Daddy actually is the Joe the plumber from Cuba Gooding Jr's daddy on the block on the weekends so do the right thing people and see that this woman who keeps coming to nonprofits who is mixed latina colombiana peruviana brazilian panamanian belizean will never ever take the place or hold power in the black community of social workers delight, athletics departments world wide,and education here in America. They are black looking, spanish speaking Carlos Mencia wannabe's with a knack for then trying to play the race card with black america as if they too are black? Hell Naw! They are rude illustriousness in their bootie shake for the RIZE of dancehall but just in still they are still latinos here in America by way of the herded cattle of farmers who became migrant workers who became maids peasants and lawnmower rats in my backyard. This 2nd generation Carlos Mencia is righteous in his rap music wannabe Common and Rage calypso's with my dick on top of his asshole of delight. He is no more than a wannabe drunken whore with his mothers backside and not the likes of his own better half his daughter? No. His sister? As beautiful as she is, no. He is more entrusted to the rap game, the rap battle, the car club of my brother Jay's friend David who always seems to be drag racing in the middle of the night with Grand Theft Auto territory of Long Beach and South Central only to find chop shops with grizzly Mexicans in the Port of Los Angeles selling refurbished golf volkswagens only for the civilized teen who is being persuaded by the Gay leftist lawyer wanna columbiano to pimp trick their car with every last dime they have so they can go see Pitbull and JLo and Glam Slam with their bald heads, gold chains, and gold earrings hanging out of their open collars and zoot suit riot attire? Yes! These dogs are worse than our bastard children called Puerto Ricans. They are worse than your mother's pimp on the sideline of your dick trying to get your pussy fried from this part till hither yonder. Do you see me young buck? Do you see me young fryman? Do you see me youngen or shall I say the Josh? Or do you see your own white face in the thigh of the only woman that made her ass bounce on top of your hips to your ass raggedy delight. You are not the only man to watch the brazilian porn industry Mr. Wynne and say to all the other suitors, "Just say when darling". You are not the only player hater on the block young Cassie When nobody but the old man Essix comes for you in the middle of the night trying make that white olive skin pop because if you tried once to be the porn star rap video vixen once at 19 what my dear can you accomplish at the ripe age of 21 when you already have my million dollar baby on your right side in the bed with me. What can I accomplish when you start to bump and grind to my favorite R-Kelly song and become the wisher for my dick in your mouth. How can I deny my Snow right next to you Denzel? How can I deny my training day elite partner a tap on this ass? Denzel? Did your wife approve of your Eva Mendes romp bastard ghetto trifling hoe ass going on screen and debuting the black magic of men who live in Inglewood and go hoing down in the jungle? Our black magic is not for Eva it is for the elitist. Our black magic is not for the puerto rican bastard. Is it Denzel? Our black magic is not for our mixed mulatto debutant at home with my brown skin babies is it Denzel? Our black magic is not for any woman but my black magic beedies. My black magic ash between my mother's sheets with our cocoa butter and my grits waiting on the stove when I get there. My mother's sheets are probably on this hoe's bed. My mother's sheets are the same ones she got from the church rummage sale that my hoe is now the coordinator of. So please don't test me Puerto RIco. If I have you on standby, it's because my real ho aint available today. And please trust and believe that if my real ho ever found about you I would be a dead man. Trust and believe that if my real ho ever found about chu, not only would I be dead, but my whole family be dead. My real wife, my chirens, my mother,my brother, etc. Because trust and believe, she knows them all personally because she my very good best friend and everybody knows she just a spinster? Oh no. She work. She has homeownership. She has leadership at the job. She has clothes. She lives in Inglewood too. She know how to cook the way my mother taught her how to cook when she was a child too. She know how to clean the way I want her to. She know how to vote the way she teach me to vote. She went to Texas A&M like I did. And she in California just like I am alone. Just like I am. I will never say that some Puerto RIcan ass licking slime on my dick is for children. I will never say that my dick is for my daughter. I will never say that my dick is for anyone but my wife on special occasions like every fucking night nigga. Please test me nigga. If I ever see you at my house when Im with your trampola I will cut yo thoat. If I eva seed you in my chicken coop negga with my white women too I will nigga you in yo sleep the way God does when the Rooster is away? Oh no negga, I will murder you in yo daughters throat and she will enjoy it for the rest of her life nigga because she will never leave me and neither will her mother and neither will her sister and neither will your mother because I don't discriminate my dick. My dick is just muscle and it's way bigger and brighter and younger and more beautiful than yo slimy cock entrusted dick into the likes of gay men, children, and fat whores alike. You are not the withered soul of Catolico butchman. You are not the indigo child of Egypt either Dr. Parham. We are not the wholistic under fire man of night and shining armor of Lenon Honor the flutist from UC Irvine who shall not find ye because his dick is so far up yo ass that you can't find his flute or my needle in  yo haystack. You are not the mother or the father of perjury on Kipp schools nigga. You are not my whore anymore at UC irvine delight for the black man to be a geek scholar and not a football athlete or a RAMS fan ticket holder. The only thing a black man can do at UC Irvine other than marry a jew or a chinaman is to sit on the sidelines of a football team practice in the big league of life. I am not playing with you Dr. Parham. Did you think you would escape my gluteny of sin? The educated black man who can only become a Psychologist at best writing books upon books about the psychology of blacks in america and whites in our dicks? When Dr. Parham will you have your Puerto Rican Jew mother come to UC Irvine and introduce her and not the Nation of Islam to the young bright brilliant scholars that have come hither from UC RIverside and Rod Smith MBA or to the shining great distant romance of a slum character named Keisha Mimms and Yaneen Underham who shall be renamed for the purpose of this book as your pimp in glory because Yaneen is no more than the daughter of a billionaire? No! She is no more than kentucky derby whisky elite? NO! She is no more than Chris Brown's hand in marriage?NO! She is no more than a makeup and hair woman's daughter from Patti Labelle's brewd of hair and makeup crew in a burnt truck that the Jew man says you can't even park this here you have to go over there because the stench of this burnt oven iron is too much for our real actors and singers.

The God in our torches of fire from this idylwild is the wade in the water of my desperate hope to alleviate my pain in my wretched water of dismay. I am your healer, your God, your mother. Why is it that after all the immigrants have arrived in this country, they rip and rape this country of her pride, her turmoil, her doomsday, and her heroism. It is the Jewish mania that helps the wretched mother become the whole sinner and the saint and the jezebel. It is the christian woman who is supposed to be the wretched wife of a man who labors till all hours of the day and still come home to a hot meal and his children ready for the reaping in bed of stories of untold and untimely deaths of nighttime daytime bedtime stories in the dull passion of the idyllwild of haunted mansions and unholy grails of heroic athletic humor with the boys and  frolicy fairy land of the girls. This untimely death of my computer is the rightful passage of my death as a mother in the eyes and beautiful slumber of a mother who told her husband of 20 years to please go to work and support her and his children after the recession and he and his friend Luke say frighteningly, " I can't! I can't get one interview! I'm trying!" While the hope and glory of me and her are in the passage of time as a once in a forever opportunity of women to be a breadwinner for my family of 5 to live on my seminar leader salary of $60,000 per year in Los Angeles, California post civil war slavery, post descendant of slave mastery, postdescendant of post war on 911 Katrina andmy grandmother madears home under water, "Look at all dat water!" cringe that Beyonce would assume her birthright as a creole with all of us cringing from the safety of my Califas in my heartland of Fresno and HIghland Redlands San Bernardino Fresno non chalant Mexicans who do not care about their grandchildren who are Mullatto, Creole, Mestizo because of their incestual pride of fucking their own chunty cousins in the ass and in the mouth and in the buttox and in the vajayjay and in the Tia Marty's cousins asshole as a child by the now gay unclewho walks dogs in the illustrious gay bar scene of WeHo. WeHo. WeHo. WeHo. Yeah dumbass cracker wannabe. My people are down their in Hurricane Katrina. My husband, your son, your familia, your junket family bastard you tease and bully away from holiday gatherings to my side of the family is just as big a dead beat as your father, your tio, your abuelito, your primo and that vitrial bastard that fucked all your asses in the butthole and didn't do time at the fake prison university and CYA camp for juveniles in the fire fighting rescue efforts ofthe California Yout Authority back in the dayz fo cholo hood rats in East Los Angeles. No. You were fucked in the asses by the prison rats you called Tio and Abuelito's hermano., Manual. You also fought the lines at the children and family courts the 1970's becuase all of you were deadbeat parents and children running the streets wild trying to romanticize cholo movies that were blackspoitation wannabe crip and blood wanna , "Hey Jack, slap me some skin my man". Listening to low rider oldies....trying to be try hards trying to be teabagged in a romantic novela. You are no better now that mi familia crossing the border only to be beat up by Navy Seals who called you by your own nick names, "pochos, borachos, PACHUCOs". No one ever crossed the border to be more than a sweatshop worker in downtown los angeles and no one ever wanted to be DACA dreamers. They only came over here to fuck their children banditos andleave them at the border so they could return to LA RAZA and fuck the federales one more time. So hey jack, hale man. I dont want these children. Let them run free in the land of the free. Let them run free and learn to be a lawn mower, a grapes of wrath, a cotton gin, a sugar shack, and a slave for $.50 cents a day a Buddy Holly story of a plane torn out of the sky by God of two pedofiles. This interracial family of a creole mullato marrying a Mexican American during the age of home mortgages, pyramid schemes, and tupperware fantasys of becoming rich dad poor dad when we get rich we buy a house for every one in the family...just quit your day job and give us all your money. We and I and me are very hopeful that then Mexico would be nicer, gentler, kinder, more loving to my children our children our destiny our pridelands our hope in a better future our hope in a destiny called my book of idylewild and your book called me and my country. See black people are my people. Hip Hop is my teenage years. I was the captain of the dance team I did date the captain of the baseball team. I did crush hard on my long lost elementary school crush who was the captain of the basketball team and the football team and got "most likely to succeed" and the only thing that kept us apart apart from the captain of the baseball team who turned out to be another mullato creole soul mate was the incestual idea that you were raped by your mother and I was raped my father and we both knew we were salvation for each other on the black top of our Beryl Heights Elementary school Hillcrest now Parris Middles school. I am not your fool anymore Ryan Turner, Captain of the football team almond farmer of the in laws in Fresno who sent millions of black diamond men who shall be locked out of society and heaven because of your father in law, the white senator attorney general who created the 3 strikes law in california. You and your white corn fed white boy married his skinny atrocious daughter who yells, "Fight!" on any given Sunday with her football captain and may even sock you in the face when you lose or when your helicopter drone does not make it to Dubai in time for the gala event at the peasant mall that America thinks is Fast and Furious in tow with a dead actor and a Jody from Baby Boy. This Ryan TUrner was afraid of a dark skin gigaboo named Jody who was all of 5 foot 5 120 pounds but he a fast talker a great dancer and slick rick with pretty ricky chapstick and mustang skin and eyes to match. Its like Jody of Redondo Beach was so illustrious that they made a blacksploitation movie about him called, "Baby Boy". with that actress named Cookie from Empire whose now married to my fantasy true crush delight, Terrence trent darby..ha! (Black Humor for my white friends from Redondo Beach who dont understand me or my mullatto creole fever) I am the God in my family because I am the mother who was raised in America with American parents and American grandparents and American trilogy of Navaho, Cherokee, and the Algonquin Indian blood of kings in my Louisiana heritage of both slave master and the slave in my blood line oh I guess 4 or 5 generations ago. The Hall Master named my great great great grandmother, Nona. And then he named my father, Moses. Go figure, my father was my grandfather. And my natural mother was my cousin also named Faith. Only we creole understand the family dynamics of rape in the family of black dark skin and white skin black girls born to dark skin daughters of a black man who has a woman on the side and women in the house too.

The Passionate Romantic is my nigga too. How do we count the ways of how this nigga ended up in my bedroom at the age of 16. How did he end up in the bed with me? He was my uncle or was he my30 year old brother, Uncle father Dennis. Or was it Uncle father brother Moses. This is the words of my cousin Faye, or was cousin mother sister.? I am your sould food Faye runnin a muck in the family of idlewild of family of Axelandria southern babtiste ofsouthern plantation of geechie navajo and creole black southern missippie railroads to the southern black civil war party lines that gave every southern dixiecrat old white rat bastard the audacity to spank jehova in my mother dear, my old black young blackie, young darkie, young jigaboo, yound blooded black girl raised my a traveling preacher man who was a failed shercropper of reconstruction. This is not a history book but the idlewild of the color purple Miss Cellee just trying to be raised up at the age of 9 then just handed over to the preacher man who called himself my new daddy husband and beat me like his other children and then beat himself all on top a me and my dead loins till the rightful dead come a knockin cuz my loins were black and blue when big poppa, big daddy, Coronal Sanders and the likes of the Jew Man Lincoln himself came a knockin cuz the popo were truly too loud Maxwell Im sorry. Me and my baby girl were just having sex Mr Law. Why Mr. Trump is it okay to call your daughter my baby girl when you have sex with her? Why is it ok for your Obama princess to have sex with all the MBS men of the G3 Summit but now with me? Why is okay that your wife be a mail order bride but not me? Why is it okay that you lay down with your mistress but not me? I am God and you won't pray to me? Your mullato bastard daughter that you had along time ago with the Jew Man who called her Miss Venezuela. I am your Daddy now. I am just getting started. Yes I am God and you are my hoe. Yes I am God and you are my Jesuit Hoe Down. You are my hoe and yes you will run Isreal until I get there and where I do we will run it into the ground and let MBS 911 that m-fer until the cops come knocking on the door and say Donald please stop cumming all over the red button you apocalypse whore. I am your pimp charles, I am your pimp matronly sunshine of my days of end times. I am your Daddy. I am the one you are waiting for. I am the one that you are lusting for. I am the return of Jesus Christ the Jew man fears.

The Conjecturer of my idylwild is my Jew commy bastard Miss celee herself. The whore that was sold to Mista down the way. An incestual whore that aint clean, she dirty. She aint clean, cuz she 14 with two of my kin. She aint clean cuz she dirty cuz I lay down wit her whenever I want too. Whenever I need too. And whenever she get outta line. Now you can have Nettie. She cold blooded shrew though. She don't have no right to begin and end my day with her naysayin ass in my foot of idylwild of my hay house in my ass. She was miss nettie with old southern bastard spinster wanna be goin back to Africa to Africa to africa....she gone back to africa...naw I don't think so. I believe that she is now and forever will be my rightful kin to raise Olivia and Adam in the buttox of the Congo elite with the black pastor and his young red bone minstrel white woman named piano player delight from the farmland of the grapes of wrath in my wizard of oz backyard and the tractor pullin hay with her incestual daddys little girl issues all around her and her young brothers delight who also played piano becuase all of there rightful playing days were done playing tip the cow when the michelin man came home from the detroit flint tractor company named Fisher Body and Chevrolet. When the family breadwinner who was then and now two generations later was the piano teacher stay at home mother, Mary. Her daughter was my adopted mother becuase Faye was the Miss Celee...the diry one. The one who Daddy Dear laid down with too young and too dumb to say no,of course at the age of 4 at the first rightful age of sex in the house of the incested and the rightful name of whoodini and who dunnit in the idylwild of incestual creole white bastards with a dark skinned daddy who day labored at the rail road at the missipple border that the civil was left undone becuase lets face it we dont want those niggas to really come north but Moses did. He flew. And found himself a musician. Became a trombone man. A MoBone17 handle on facebook and email technologist later in life. Moses is the one who adopted God. A bugle man? No. A third chair trombone man. A sax man? No. The horn section Earth Wind and Fire man with a long bone for hi trombone. Lots of hair in the style of EWF and Angela Davis for the time is the time of 1974. The day my daddy died. He died when Faye was just 15 years old and pregnant with his child.His name was Moses the first. Moses Senior. He was no more than a day laboror with his hat and his gun and his lessons. Beyonce' s Daddy's lessons of post reconstruction era of the civil war was not the same as a sibling fight or a tempermental display of affection in theidylewild of my dick in her ass hole. That white baby of my daughters who no one knows who the baby daddy is except my unforgiving sister and my hoe of a wife who keeps sleeping with the bossmans wife and him to gain me extra hours on the railroad. I am my fathers keeper and my brothers maker. I am the bossman and the hit it and quit it man. I am the falsifying birth certificate documents and the census burea documents and the court documents of the God is a man and can do no wrong in the eyes of God. Who is Ariana Grande anyway? Is god me? Is God a woman daddy? WHy not? Have you seen God? Do you hear God talking to you Daddy? Do you " gulp" in my hot raked throat once again. Please God, please Daddy it hurts my jaw. It hurts my jaw daddy. I wont hollar again. Dont pull my hair. Stop being mean to me please daddy. Whatever you want, I'll do it. Please dont hurt little Johnny. Please dont hurt little Jason. Please dont hurt little Ricky. Please dont hurt my older sister either. I'll take it for everyone. I'll get fat fat fat, so it wont hurt that bad. . God said to all of us in a dream at the same time, I am here. I do see what Moses Senior the first is doing to his daughters and hismistreses and his illegetame bastard incestual grandchildren of the idlywild of SOuthern Hospitality Jew infested swampland of cotton fields of days past and sugar canemarshes of days present. We are the Jewish Bobby Bushae. We are the Jewish creole of the mediterranean livestock of the Cotton club dancers elite. We are the white cherished Cosby show oldest daughter who is white and no one understands how when both daugthers are black and the son is black and the parents are both black. "Well granddad had a white mother ya know. WEll we have some creole blood somewhere which mean we french too. Well ya know black is a recessive gene ya know. Well ya know black is dominant too. WEll ya know we are just black jim crow era niggas just trying to pass the time and what else is there to do but have sex in the house. A man has needs and porn saved children all across the black community of new york precious thrill seekers and los angeles jewish minded crips and bloods and YG and dead as a door nail machiavellie with that black angela davis bother incestual whole who gread a niggas afrod child and sang his love song outlloud with his mothers crack head hand in her casket out to his. This book is not nice and is not a lie. The devil is a lie but when big donkey dicks penetrate a son like Moses Jr. over spilled milk we in heaven say Markie Mark, Sebastien Elkouby, and Ryan Turner, your issues with incest having your mother suck your dick after dinner is nothing compared to the catholic church priest Dr. reverend Brother father Dennis Carpenter Brown. Father Brown and his tick for Vatican city irish mullatos in the convent nursery school anal finger fucking their mouths in the crib and their asses in the boys home of boys town u.s .of fucking a. (lowercare mutherfuckers) I am yo daddy and yo momma too. I am yo momma and yo daddy too. I am the one who never answered yo prayers Mary Brown and Mary Bennett I aint in it. I am the one who was yo witness in the bedroom and yo confessional too my dear friend Josie Divalisciousnessof catolica escuela con el padre a dentro a tus piernas con tus nalgas y tambien tus lavios en mis pantalones y tambien tu madre, tu padre y tu santo tambien en mis pantalones a dentro mi lengua en tus lavios y tus lavios en mis nalgas y tambien tus labios en my esposa en mi hijo,,,aye no, no, no, no me diga. No me hable. No me hablas. No! I come against it in the name of Mary! La Santa de Maria. La Santa no me llarona. Llarona. Llarona. Llarona grita....ayayayayayayaa.........por favor porfavor beggin me por favor.......suck my dick Mary. I am God and you are not. Jesus is my son. He hasreturned and I had three more you fucking bithc. WHere are you when all of latin america is fucking their sons in the asses. Where are you Jesus when all of your daughters are being fucked in the mouth by their big daddys. Where are they now Cedric? Where are they now Markie Mark. They act like men now. Their dikes now. You cant even stand your daugthers Daddy cuz their crack addicks now of the idylwild of poppa was a rolling stone. Where are your daughters now Mexico? Their sucking the black mans ghetto dick in the cholo dick way...in the ass. Your raping your daughters who are actually your former sons and they act like efiminiate girls now who like to be bitch ass men whores in theworkplace, the front lawnmower and the front door maidsman janitor. Yours sons are slightly fat no muscle and gordo boracho in all classes of society. WHere are your daughters now Mexico. Sucking every mans dick they can find. Dont believe me? Just ask your daughter Hector.....Ask your wife La Jenny Rudy. Ask your lover Magallanez. Ask your son Patricia. Ask your son Theresa who fucked him in the ass. Was tio fag? Or was it poppa. Where were you at the holiday family backyard party when your son was gangraped by the fag and hisgay whore that no body liked? Oh yeah, you were fucking your dads dick in the bathroom because your themost beautiful daughter he ever had. Your the pretty one. Well look at your son now. Whose the pretty one now? You or your son Zachary. He is not American. He is Mexican. He is simply a Mexican boy born on this side of the political street sign that says pull over and show your ID.You werent even born here Theresa. But you did fornicate yourcousins dick plenty of times. Which one was it again? Hahahahahahahaha, it was like when we were 16 years old and he needed to know that I am the best in the whole school. I am Cha Cha gregoria. I am the one you love to hate on. I am the nigger ladythat walkswith her head up at your families party. I am the one that has a vendetta against youfor allowing your son to be gangraped by Louisand his gay friend right in front of my 19 year eyes and I couldn't do anything about it. I told your tia laura who told your suegra, your sister, and your mother. And you did nothing about it. You are the whore. No. The social services CPS worker is the whore. You bitch. We are the country that bore those loins for you? No. Did J-Lo bore those loins for you? No, your Daddy did. Well guess what? Karma is me too. How did your Daddy live? Did he live well? No. He is nothing. No job. No livable wage. LIving in an outhouse with a bathtub in the front yard. How did he die? A slow death by the gun a alzeimers disease all the while you were continuing to suck his dick all day and all night. Every day, ery single day. Every everyevery, yes, every every every day. And you loved the attention he gave you becasue you were the best. You were the top on his list. You were the one who blew it hard and yanked it soft. You were the one who never stopped, you just drank it like milk and even said to your baby sister, it tastes better if you feed him pinapple chunks before dinner. Then drink milk afterward. Right Rena? Right Raquel? Right Jenna? Right Justina? Right Patricia? Right Christina? Right Priscilla? Right Marty? Right Crucita? La Veva too. Isn't that right ...Leticia, mi beloved. My Oprah child Beheaded beloved. Mi Suegra. I will never forgive you. RIght Lourdes? May she live eternally in hell right beside you in your shingles of delight of bladder cancer, AIDS victim of delight of your womb the tomb and your baby girl who loves to eat your pussy after dinner too like Precious and those black people on that horrible Tyler Perry movie called Precious. Way to go Taye Diggs. You doged a bullet with this movie.

##  The Charla-Ton

The Blood Attention Seeker is the family member I love the most I love the least I know the least in my home without boundaries and red flag warnings. This would be the horrible, horreeeeble, attention seeker hysterical Patricia Charlaton my old friend Josie and her friend Darby too. Oh how I wish I could afford the things you have. The money, the nails, the hair, the frost, and the waxings too. Oh how I wish I could budget like you and spend my money correctly like you my dear old friend Lashea. Oh how I wish I could reveal my most deepest moment of shame to all of you and not have you gossip about it behind my back and call it venting because I'm so arrogant you cant win ever in a game of checkers. Right Daddy Dear? We need to humiliate the judge of grace herself, the divine feminine wisdom of these  fairy women who keep interrupting our facebook trolling with their concrete absolutism of new age philosophy and divine Wicca witch absolutism of crystal balls and hippie dance in the moonlight of Goddesses and abused molested children who are wreaking with divine feminine healing formation. Oprah, I can't stand these women and thank you so much for never entertaining these witches in your home of OWN. I can't stand Course in Miracles and now inevitably the Secret because by golly it's just everything we already knew from the old Edgar Cayce and Nostradamus crew of the 70's. EST trainings is the charlaton guru. EST trainings is the charlaton in my life that raised me up and taught me that all paths to God were equal. EST trainings is what raised my charlaton adopted mother into what she calls her own divine order of child of God arrogance over anything that attempts to scold her. She is a miracle to no one so she claims her right to God's family by way of the Unity church of Corunna Michigan. She is a wild woman of Clarissa Estes who says the archetype of femininity is to be an old uneducated scowl faced abused, unadorned, and unadored matriarchal figure that everyone fears because she wears no makeup, no panties, and stays in her home alone to impress no one especially the Jew. This Estes woman would have us believe that in order to be saved by the moon dance herself, she has to be high on weed, crystal, and methamphetamine, smoke her pot in a teepee with other mestizos to seduce the white and mulatto woman into her dyke land of America folly and European salem witch trials. This kind of folklore is abundant in the woods of Oregon, Washington, and northern california. The Idylwilde of "Burning Man" loving its reflection of the night sky of sky lanterns Rise in the desert sky of hollow San Bernardino phony entrails of I love you man forever to me and this woman are divine sisterhood of the yaya now and we slept naked on the desert sand together and shared a kiss on a dragon tattoo of our shared incestual horror of daddys girls gone wild. Blonde ambition of fairy mermaids psychedelic love making tent gooroos with my friend Bernard Beckwith's wife acting out her own archetypal fantasy of burning your own bra to the burning man only to discover that these millennial psychic wannabe ambassadors to atheism think you are too old, too outdated and just dumb for wanting it to be an intimate gathering of women and not our whoredom on a snapchat so that the disappearing confessional is our holy grail of secrecy . But alas my angel matriarch of America. Do not be enticed by the likes of lesbian affairs. They are spiders to you. They are vixon follys. They are spinsters in the making trying to escape the wild woman failure of life. If you are not a barroned woman because of a botched surgery, if you are not single because of widowness, if you are not Oprah Winfrey and a billionairess who chose business over family matriarchy but endowed millions of women, sons of america, and daughters of Africa with cars, food, angels, and education, you are still just a vixon folly, lesbian spinster with no excuse but that you are a devil in disguise with porcupines of ghoomar status to someone who made you a promise and never came back to marry you. You are no more than the molestation that created you? No! You are no longer a martyr for a matriarch to listen too anymore MonaLisa Chavez, the mestizo goddess moondancer galore recovering drug addict CPS open case for years with two baby daddys and scars under your chin from the beat down your boyfriend gave you in high school because you were then and now a Mexican loser who just tried to trap a man for no good reason other than your mother was a whore as well. You are no good to women in your revival of lust with women wildermar. You are no more than drug addict smoking pot in exchange for crystal meth. Ask her CPS worker how many times she was begged to smolder her flame and take care of her abandoned children. Ask her CPS worker if she has any sympathy for this now transformed goddess of the moon dancing in the woods with her lesbian friends claiming delights of beauty with old women friends calling them wifeys and radiant moon dust. These follys are vixens for old high school jocks who are looking for one night stands. These romantic memes of love, tender boxes, and lusty psychic lore are no more psychic than my sons girlfriend. But then again my teenage son is not allowed to have girlfriends because the likes of Mona Lisa Chavez, Katherine Isenhower and Cherish Muzic are among the mothers in the PTA with daughters that are being circumcised with lusty ambition of being asked to the dance, how to land a date, and how to be perverted in her sexuality at 14 years old. This symphony music of lost ambitions toward academics and mathematics are sworn losers to romance at 16 years old and accepted teenage pregnancy at 18 years old. We are not here to indulge in America's lost generation of post sexual revolution hippies in the minds of Generation X women and men called Josh, Myra, and Tommy. We are not here in the post generation x folly of groups of pre teens getting drunk in the house with the Hawaiian hippie doling out amaretto cigarettes and rum liquor to her daughters friends so her daughter is popular. This is the plight of the 80's popular child in the beach communities of post hippie generation baby boom where a moon goddess names Judy with black hair and blue eyes would seduce my friend Josh and his brother Ryan into presuming that they were studs at the age of 13. I am no longer interested in romancing the likes of single mothers who have been gangbanged by men so much that they have sons and daughters from different men, wicker furniture stained in wine baths and cigarettes sex seductive fingers toiling the screw until the boys in the next room get their turn with mommy or the dude. We are not the post sexual revolution anymore where children are being whored to the cult master called Wicca anymore. We are no longer being called single mothers new attitude with Patti Labelle as their guru anymore. Divorced mothers are no longer legal in America. Marriage is no longer legal or necessary in america anymore. Marriage is the warfare of america that needs to end. Marriage is the warfare of the gorillas. Marriage is the warfare of the guerrilla warriors that needs to be enticed into the lovemaking of real romance among lovers that have been vetted by the family origin. Family is the new tradition that does not need the bounty of wedding and disguised vermouth of jealousy. We are not in an age of reason where the likes of unmarried jews who don't even participate in their own wedding tradition can have access to our Religiosity fevor of marriage nuptials in America. The likes of political pundits like Dike Cheney who tout anti-homosexuality then spawn the likes of Sonny Bono are hereby exiled to the likes of the peanut farmer PResident at the Big Bush funeral, on the side of the black man and his guerrilla warfare for women in drag. We are in end times people and we are in need of healing from the new world of age and the darkness of slavery. Our president is in good hands. We are God in America. We are the chosen few who will lead this world not into temptation but deliver us from evil, for thine is the kingdom, the power, the glory forever and ever amen. I am not more powerful than you are my reader. I am not more loving to my children than you are my easy reader. I am not more loving to my ex husband or my new lover than you are my love. I am a mulatto woman who has a knack for giving prose to the masses of Americans? No. I am God and I am residing faithfully in the body of a woman in America and I love her dearly for hosting me? Yes and No. I am the consciousness of the woman? No. I am the spirit and all spark? Yes, in this woman and in the next? No. Just in this woman. I am the spirit of the Nona in a 90's mulatto baby that loves hip hop, neo soul, 90210, Kid n Play and Tupac. Snoop Dogg and Ice Cube. The Nona is a loving dear? No. She is fiesty? Yes. Is she world renowned prophet? Yes. She is the coming of Mary in the spirit of a black mulatto creole woman who has bore 3 children alive and 4 children through abortions to embody the experience of the millennial mother in this day and age. She is the daughter of slave descendants in America who ancestry.com proves is 90% from Nigeria and 10% France. She has also been called a nigger to her face; she also forgave the drill team instructor who said this spew by thinking she is just ignorant for saying this injustice, " Don't bite your lip when you dance, you look like one of those black girls who come from Morningside High School in Inglehood and they are trash". The Nona endured many bullies in her life time of mean girls who hated her perfect sun kissed hair and skin. She also befriended many girls who were desperate for a beautiful girl to be her friend even when their own fathers were not friendly to them in bed at night when they committed the treason of Precious with them over a period of many years, The Nona held them, hugged them, sang with them, " Yo, you got what I need, when you say you're just a friend, when you say he's just a friend, OH BABY YOUUU.....you got what I need, ". Singing loud in a young woman's ear with cantankerousness, gregariousness in order to remind her that she was yes, just a teen spirit and needed to fall in love with nothing but her jeep. This is the friendship that the Nona would offer to an incest survivor and make them popular at the same time in a hippie beach village full of post sex revolutionary white LSD addicts that all concubine a city called Redondo Beach that I raised this little girl single handedly myself. I took her on long walks to the beach, I raised her on the beach cruiser on the sand. I raised her in her bikini roller skating on the strand from city to city. She is a dancer, a precision dance captain of a dance drill team hosting a squad of incest survivors and drug addicts in the Sunny, the Amy, the Kim, the Layla . She is a squad of incest survivors in their mothers as well who came to the door of the Nona's adopted mother who quietly closed the doors and thanked them for their daughter's hand in friendship but I am too closely acquitted from incest myself so I can't even drum up the idea of being on band boosters or the PTA because friendship outside of the Unity Church of South Bay is impossible for me for my father is the archbishop of incestual predetors in the night in the bathroom of my room. So therefore, the Nona is not a product of good domiciliary with a non present mother. So she had God cheering for her in the stands with her brewd of incestual friends from the Ryan, to the Josh, to the Ethiopian, to the Puertorriqueno. For this integrated area of town was the perfect opportunity for God to research the nature of America in the new millennial. Through the eyes of a gentle working class interracial beautiful woman who wanted to raise this girl in order to say I am finally loved and God brought me this child to love just me. Through the eyes of her adopted uncle, Cain Hall Jr., who would come to her in the middle of the night and say, child you can sleep in my bed. The hand of God would slander his mind with guilt, with bloody sheets of a pubescent child, and a child that was sweaty and funky from playing and dancing all day long so he would turn his gorilla ass around and go back to bed when she didn't wake up. This is God inside the girl watching this man walk away ashamed because he was reminded that she is not sexual, she is just a child. She is not waiting for you, she is just a prepubescent child. She is not longing for you. She is a prepubescent child. She is not lazy to wake up, she is being protected by God. But when you come back by daylight and sit next to her and wake her up before its time just because you are ready for work and she is still slumbering nicely and you are not self entitling yourself to her womb again in only your fantasy, you will understand that this message is for you dear Cain, you are not only the adoption story, but you are the fantasy of a whore in your mother's eyes if you think you were ever going to have sex with a child just because your father had sex with your sisters in front of your eyes every night. Those days are gone and you knew it. You were not alone. Gods eyes were watching you and protecting Nona each and every day when you left at night to lay down in another woman's bed outside our home and make my adopted mother cry hysterically at her own blood borne pathogen of a son named Jerusalem. He is not yours to keep Cain either because you left him alone with a woman who was depressed and eating herself to oblivion in an era where Family fitness wouldn't take her, weight watchers wouldn't take her, overeaters anonymous wouldn't take her, and sex was out of the question with her due to her obesity of Gilbert Grape reduced by a few sizes. You are not going to believe America the time that has been spent in front of the television with this starry eyed young gifted teenager who was raped multiple times at the hands of her father and mother just in their lack of attention to her period. She always had to wear paper towels instead of pads. She stole cheap makeup at the drugstore at my guidance because if I'm going to be inside a beauty queen of the ages I needed to steal Diva Lipstick from the drug store. The dark kind that Mary J Blige and Sade combined could enjoy if they ever saw me alive. Mary J Blige was a woman that she listened to too many times as we thought, heaven that is, that this woman was an incestual survivor and Domestic Violence survivor as well. We are not here to convince the public of this truth or dare to fiction but to tell you the music of this era was so anti black young gentle women of the likes of God that this musician singer, Mary J Blige was brought to her stardom on purpose so that the Nona would have at least one pro woman voice on the radio. As opposed to the bitches and hoes that Puff Daddy, Ice Cube, and Dr. Dre would slam down southern california black children and their gender specific roles. Because in these roles, SWV would say a woman is supposed to be scared of her thug man and be sad that he cheated on her and stole all her money. While the likes of Jodeci and H Town are allowed to pimp and trick all the girls while not knowing that the likes of a small young jedi named La Fu Gee La was on the rise. Young Lauryn Hill saved the minds and souls of young single unwed Nona with her tribute album to Zion her baby son that would soon become the name of our baby boy's best friend in elementary school some 30 years later. Young Lauryn Hill, my eyes were on a sparrow watching you every day and one day in the summer of 1996 I was in your dressing room by coincidence with our mutual sister Sahai and she showed me what a celebrity looked like up close and personal at the Cypress Hill interlude of a concert at the Irvine Ampitheatre. I got to ride alone with a member of your entourage and stand in a room full of airborne mary jane with two my oldest incestual survivors including Sahai herself and we were dalianced with the likes of Carmen Electra giving folacio to the lead singer of Cypress Hill backstage while obviously tripping out on heroin. This carpal tunnel is not the only bastardized experience of romance that Nona was exposed to while in College in Orange County but we can also say this Lauryn Hill,

"is only human

Don't think she hasn't been through the same predicament

Let it sit inside your head like a million women in Philly, Penn

It's silly when girls sell their souls because it's in

Look at where you be in, hair weaves like Europeans

Fake nails done by Koreans

Come again, come again, come again, my friend come again".

When Lauryn Hill becomes the silent killing me softly to the dormitory of young black post teenagers who are the next generation of social workers, principles, and therapists we have to sit back and say was Lauren remembering her words wisely? Was she educating or miseducating the minds of the post traumatic slave complex america say like the Fugeela she spawned from in the refugee camp of your ex boyfriend Zigg's bastard son and your mental illness of rude behavior of the likes of Patti Labelle and her Patty Pies. You should be ashamed of yourself young woman for making me wait some 30 years to hear your Zion album and your songs of the refugee camp in the Las Vegas hotel only to be reminded that the rumors of your tardiness, your yelling behavior at the band, and your ignorance in calling your band mates names right on stage would one day written in stone that God was watching that day with my Jezebel in tow and you were righteously bastardized in the eyes of your sinner your God and your weed and your bipolar medication or better yet your schizoid diagnosis such the embarrassing site of my favorite Baduizm these days. The hit lyric though that saved my trusted advisor from blowing your head off on stage that night when you showed up some 2 hours late was this, although it was bastardized with jazz and late lenubian you were obviously trying to sing something you lost the right and credit to sing according to your contracts lost to the fugeela camp. Your lyric that saved the saving grace of my life,

" The second verse is dedicated to the men

More concerned with his rims and his Timbs than his women

Him and his men, come in the club like hooligans

Don't care who they offend, poppin' yang (Like you got yen!)

Let's stop pretend, the ones that pack pistols by they waist men

Cristal by the case men, still in they mother's basement

The pretty face men claiming that they be the big men

Need to take care of they three or four kids."

And they face a court case when the child support late

Money taking and heart breaking, now you wonder why women hate men

The sleepy, silent men

The punk, domestic violence men

Quick to shoot the semen, stop acting like boys and be men

How you gonna win, when you ain't right within?

How you gonna win, when you ain't right within?

How you gonna win, when you ain't right within?

Come again, come again, come again, come again."

When we can come together as a songstress enemy and tell Lauren Hill she was the best thing since sliced bread then turn around and defame her all together we once were warriors delighted to fancy her a princess on stage of a cult criminal illegal immigration Haitian enemy of the state. Black diamond unleashing to heaven on her sin will never happen young old Lauren with many bastards in tow. You were then and now shame to the black community and need to be stricken from the Itunes playlist and even smoldered from the playlist of YouTube its so bad that you are part of the heirloom of black heroism elitism of black lesbians and black down low men born to the 70's black panther movement and hippie motown brigade. You are nothing but a weedhead girlfriend, but don't think I haven't been in the same predicament.... And I hated it. Weed is for the aging, the dying, and the hopeless. Exstasy is for the horny haters of love and intimacy and anything R&B. Crystal meth is for the Mexican loser who can't afford cocaine and likes breaking bad. Crack is over. Yes, over. Pills and patches are stupid and yes for the suicidal Becky and Ryan who can't get their mother's attention and feel like posers and fags. So in the end, Lauryn Hill, which one are you? Or should we tell you and your Ziggy crush the truth about your hair.

##  The Satanic Ritual

In the eyes of God, the Nona was raised by a gluttony sin of matriarchs and patriarchs. All of whom came to fruition because of her insulting beauty and high rise to fame among the elitist group of drill team dancers and University of California African American Student Union caucus of dark skin people. You see the Nona was raised by an adopted man who adopted the Nona and then adopted two young white women who were college age and then assigned to them caregiving duties on and off throughout the first 40 years of her life. One was the Jew mother who taught Nona how to be a woman. She did this while also showing Nona what mental illness in stress disorders and personality disorder looked and felt like in a large white Jewish goo mar who also had another mulatto biracial light skinned black white daughter who had already been impregnated by another older black man 15 years her senior at the age of 19 already establishing her adopted daughter as the future ghoomar creating a new legacy in this family of nightmare and torture for the next generation of child to be born out of wedlock and rightful birthright to a family name in this case, Essex. This name shall reign in as a name of bastards and miseducation of love for video vixens and all night sneak affairs coming in through the backs of houses in Koreatown Los Angeles where an old Jew woman can rent a home from the Jew man next door and his interracial family among the townswhoredom of Mexican immigrants and charlie vans singing the la bamba song on a horn of delight for all to come at the crack of dawn for fruitas on the paddywagon. This is the night of shame and stardom of a man who only comes to shake down his 19 year old 6 foot tall vixen by coming in the front door after hours of midnight while her mother slumbers in her ghoomar status with my adopted uncle. This plight of my inheritance as an adopted daughter would come highly scrutinized by this jew woman as she would say I made you strawberry cake every time you came over, I made you greasy hamburgers everytime he asked me to make you dinner. I am never going to make you anything else because you are not my children. You belong to some witch in his family that he never talks about. So la tuya! You are no more than a whore to me because you are like my daughter, a mulatto whore and that is all us Jews think of mulatto children, they are to be used as whores and delightful greasy hamburgers to be eaten by the likes of my sexual fantasy just to say I have a man coming to my house in the middle of the night too. I am Mary, I am Santa Claus, I am Jesus, I am the one that they are waiting for. This marshmallow woman who favored the likes of the Betty Boop condescension of many whores and cartoon characters placed in mugs, pictures, and little itty bitty cartoon photographs all around her great big home in the middle of KoreaTown down the street from a large cemetery where she and my so called Dad taught me how to drive and thought it was funny that I was learning at a cemetary. How holy is she now, Cain? Is she the holy cow on delights of fanciful cow kitchen decor and cow mugs and cow statues in the lusty kithen of idlewild nights of vitrial release? For this woman thought of me, the Nona, as competition because he actually told her, I am the only woman that matters to him. And yes, she is just 15 years old. She is not a beauty queen like your daughter who is pregnant for the 6th time and finally giving birth at the age of 19. She is a dancer, she is an AP student, she has had the same boyfriend for years and we all know the parents and yes, she has had an abortion or two due to date rape. You will cook for her, clean for her and buy her whatever dress she needs for the prom or a graduation or else I will never return for you to cook and clean for me. If you don't like it, get the fuck out of my life Kike. This is the audacity of Cain Hall Jr. My adopted uncle. For why is it that a man like this has power at all over a fully grown and capable woman. When I hear him smashing her around upstairs during a fight I know she is fighting him over his other women. I am now 15 years old and I know the difference between sex and fighting thumps on the floorboard. Why does he think this is okay? Why does he not sleep downstairs with us in this dusty old mansion like quarter of a house converted into an apartment converted back into a house? Why does he leave me and my little devil brother BlueJay downstairs for us to hear this vixen having sex in the room across the way with her older ghoomar status lover and at the same time hearing the thumps of domestic violence and yes sometimes sex from up above. I tell my charlaton mother adopted aunt so to say, about this horrific experience post Whittier earthquake aftershocks on her two brown skinned babies and she just shakes her head in disgust and says yes, that's YOUR father and I am feeling free now that I do not have to listen to this anymore through him or his whores calling at night to cry and to complain about his misdemeanors of wanting to be a poppa was a rolling stone temptation leather jacket wearing, trombone carrying, slacks to the nine, and medallion, afro, and big belt turtleneck in tow. This is the likes of the man who called himself Daddy to me and to my little brother and insisted on my half sister to call him Daddy and at least 7 other people in the world were born of his seed and he never ever allowed them to call him Daddy nevermind that he never came to see them even being born or even giving them a birthday present for the rest of their life. Because to him, he was too good to ever buy anybody a present. He was never to buy a present for any woman. Only his son. Because his son liked the same hobby as he and could use that remote control plane whenever he wanted to. You see the archetype of Satan says this, if your father is black, white or whatever and really enjoys the celebrityism of being served by a woman who he lives with, being served by the woman who he visits at night, and being served at lunch by the janitor also in the band room bathroom at his job, then this man will be called the infidel simply to all who entertain his dick. For he is nothing but Mr. Chang, Mr. Strickland, Senyor Herrera, Mr. Leday, Senior Chavez, Ato Kidane, Mr. Smith, Monsieur Elkouby, Mr. Rice, Mr. McPherson, Mr. Lawler, Mr. Hall, Mr. Sandford, Mr. Green, Senior Magallanez, Senior Alvarez, or Senior Porras. No matter what the ethnicity, this Satanic Ritual is hereditary? NO. It is learned. It is environmental in nature because yes, a boy learns from his father and so does a girl Daddy. Ha! What? You think that I'm a hoe? But I'm educated Daddy? I'm 30 years old now Daddy? What? You think I'm just gon wait around and not let this hoe still fix me some strawberry cake? Oh no. hahahahahhahahahahahahahahhahahahahahah hhaa hhhaa haaaaaaaaaaaa. Oh no Daddy, she will make me some strawberry cake. She will make me some cake, my husband some cake, my sons some cake and then she will take her PTSD ass back to the bedroom and sit there until we are ready to eat again. But Daddy, must this middle aged cow feed you with a TV tray while on the commode, the toilet, the shitter and bring you the remote next to your ice filled cup of juice, hot cup of shitter coffee, and the napkin rolled up with all utensils on top for what?.... Toast and grits? I tell the Bitch, "Oh can I can get some eggs please Marshmellow just say when." Really Daddy, do you still want me to call you Daddy? That has long since run its course father dear. You will never hear me call you Daddy or my children. You are Cain.  And yes, my friends shall be waited on by her too. She will never claim your kitchen in my presence. I am your daughter and she is still in my experience of you loitering in your house until another one rises in the ranks of stardom to your dick.

But then again, how am I to explain you to my entourage of sophisticated elitist snob friends who do come over to pay their respects to my daddy dear from time to time at holidays and such when they come to visit me while I am local to you. How am I supposed to explain you to them? Hello, this is my father and his hoe? Hello, this is my father's new girlfriend? Hello, this is my father's 70 year old live in purple pill indentured servant until a few years pass and she is replaced? This life of a daughter to an adopted man who has claimed this woman as his rightful heiress is now dead to me because after 40 years being his heiress only to be mocked and humiliated by his hoe's behind my back because all the while they want to take my place; the back stabbers , backstabbers. Satan shall be called nothing but a man? Oh no. You see darling  Nicky , he knows how to love. He knows how to be tender. He knows how to heal. He knows how to be caring for you and only you. He knows what you need. He knows what to do to take care of you when you need help. He can lease a nice red bug for you. He can lease a nice grey hyundai for you. He can take you to the University of Fullerton and stand in the tour with you. He can even have his rich ghoomar give you money for your wedding. He can even give you money when your deadbeat husband won't work. He would even allow his ghoomar to babysit for your kids under lock and key when you need to respite. See, Daddy, I watch, I learn, I summate that um, yes, she my hoe too. Thank you. Thank you very much Daddy; now bitch make my kids some spaghetti and Got Dammit, this spaghetti don't taste right! Make it again, I don't want that! And yes Daddy, I see how you roll. You don't lie. "I have love in my heart for you." Never say I love you to the side chick, I got it. "No, don't kiss me in public". Damn Daddy, can she do anything with you in public? I guess not. Can you kiss me in public Daddy, umm No!. Can you say I love you to me at anytime, umm No. hahahahahahahaha.... Among the players children, we don't say I love you in this family except on Holidays. When we are saying our goodbyes and he gets to be the big bad tall and wide man to say, "On this day, the lord has made and I shall say I love you to all that is mine."

As we all choke and chuckle at your audacity again. You are embarrassing and I didn't really get it ya know, until both of my BFF's I mean sorry, all of my BFF's fathers tried to hit on me over the years. I'm like truly, is it that the daughters of players attract to one another or is it that the baby boom generation did not produce not one good parent at all? I think the baby boom generation is so lost in its LSD, its Mary Jane, its wanna be Black Panther hatred, and it's wannabe Kennedy Honors and its wannabe bra burning witches that no one actually wanted to be a good parent. They all really wanted to be cult klansmen with concubines and death wishes for Vietnam war soldiers. I think all they really wanted to do was become homeowners, divorce their husbands and send their kids to concubine school. I think the only good parent was the one that said the after school program is where you should be until I pick you up after I get off work at my day job just until I get home and take the crockpot out and feed you whatever comes out of it with the microwave popcorn that you already had at school and the capri sun from the cupboard that makes my home better than the one next door where that mothers whore actually just gets Micky D's every night because her mimeograph job was the end all to be all Dolly Parton working 9-5 gotta make a living but then oops I'm sorry, I actually have to go back to work tonight and suffer the quid pro quo because I did want feminism. So yes, I am proud to be a law abiding citizen among the concubine's children of the corn generation of mad hatters and pong experts. I am proud to have grown up in front of the TV only to allow my children to grow up in front of the game console screen. I am proud to say the word virgin was a bad word for the junior high I went to but my sons school actually has one virgin and it's my son. Because goodness gracious me Kim, the word whore does not apply to your daughter. It applies to the other Mexican mestizo girl that got knocked up at the gang bang that your daughter missed. I mean these days are a little different Anne Marie for your daughter played sports and our sons didn't because I said, no, I am not participating in this God forsaken system that says Satan is a lie! I am not participating in this God forsaken system of axe murderers and gun wielding terrorists who call themselves Tim and coach every fucking team their kid is on and never get to actually say he's a successful pharmaceutical sales rep to his God forsaken wife called Amber, Becky, and Eileen. I mean seriously, are we supposed to be like, I'm okay Tim with your Mark yelling at my son for not keeping up with the plays but I'm not okay with your whore Cherish coming around side the back trying to give you head behind the bleachers and calling herself the team Mom and then getting upset when I come to the yard and bring all the milk with me and she try to say, "I'm the head MiLF here not her!" accidently at the happy hour after the team game night karaoke parents night out night. So yes Tim is the one all the women want because yes he is the one that outshines the Mark and outshines the Danny Sanchez everyday of the week because he actually does love his wife and he actually does love his children and he does on occasion pass on the Cherish and on the Nona. (lol) because he is actually the only one that matters to the Satan at the end of the night when he is fast asleep and God enters the room and speaks in a soft sullen voice to the player and his hater, are you done hating Tim Cain? Are you done hating the bright skinned yellow bonded nigga that stole yo daughters heart? Are you done hating Satan just because you can have any ugly woman you want to serve but you can't get that beautiful God Cain? Are you done hating the Satan or the God nigga? Are you done hating the hater? The light skinned nigga, the pretty boy ricky or the just the Tyler Perry fag one. Are you all ready to say you lost the only woman that truly loved you to the Tim? The one that is dutiful to his wife to his sons teammates, and to his Cherish's mailing list? Are you willing to say that you lost the battle to the player turned daughter who actually wanted to be you in another life time to rid herself of the nightmarish mark of being a players daughter by slipping into darkness with a man for 20 years who was a deadbeat, a Mexican cholo wannabe turned salesman by day and DJ by night only to say at the end of the day, I rule my own Hacienda here. I rule the roost, no man will ever cheat on me like you did with your wife, the one I called Mommy. You are no more, no better than smut to us now. You are no more, no better than a whore's delight now. You are no more and no better player hater, rollin stone, antiquity in light of love. You are no better than Satan herself. For I am here, the daughter of Satan. You think I can't be you? You think I can't run ugly men? Um, no. I don't run men. Oops, I'm sorry, I do. I run men at work, I run men on the block, I run men at the yard of Facebook, Instagram, and SnapChat. Hehehehehe. See, I get me to serve me,I get men to promote me with new bigger budgets, I get men to lust for me and follow me and forgive me and love me and give me anything I want. But listen to this old tired Cain, I don't' have to swap spit with them. I don't' have to see my white slime on their dicks either. I don't' have to do anything sexual with them but say something like this, " Hey coworker, Do you want to have some of my cookies? I have some in my office I baked them last night." The man on the other end of the phone then says, "I want some cookies." I then say, " If you play nice today in my meeting, you can have all the cookies you want, okay?" Then of course, I bring him a bag of cookies and put it in his lap in the meeting. And he is mine for ever and he will do whatever I want. So what I need Satan to know is his name people. If you know Satan is a lie then you know he is alive in the player and his player hating devil worshipping whore number 1. If you know the Satan is a lie, and he  callin you for a booty call or he says something like this, " No you may not call me your boyfriend or partner. The only thing I want is for you to pick up the phone when I call and be ready when I come over." This is the mating call of the Sugar Jackson. The strength of the 12 inch dick that actually made my mind twerk, my body yolked, and my dance routine falter like green sapphire; no, emerald kryptonite on my sweet ass that got spanked by Jehovah. This man Sugar, or as his mother called him, Rick Fox, Genuine, or the illustrious Terrence Howard. This is the day the lord has made when I tell the story of how Satan's daughter got played and the events that led up to this one time only discretion of indecency of a college student only 22 years old who needed to have her ass handed to her in a serious way for I had only been the one to be in control of the dick, I had never felt so out of control for the dick and willing to get down for the dick and willing to bend over for the dick and willing to be a cry baby for the dick. Hold up, Nona is only human, don't think I will ever be in the same predicament twice. That is the only mark of a failed woman, the mark of the Jezebel, the one that did her in. The tramp stamp of high honor. The one only Oprah can reveal on the day of the DNA test reveal. If you compromise your intelligence and surrender first to being the witch's daughter please know she will disown you if you fail the concubine brew a 2nd time over. If you fail to meet your maker and explain your indiscretion of whoa to him on the same night you had the audacity to commit the treason of family pride twice, you really are a slut. So with side eye I hand you my story in red roses and ice cream on the dick, I did lose my shit over a man named Sugar Jackson. He lived with his mother who looked like  Ertha Kitt. He  didnt know who his Daddy was but I knew he too was a ghoomar child. For the woman had another man picture on her wall in a suit looking to be about 60 years old. Old, wise, fat and bald brown skinned Mr. Banks from the Fresh Prince of Bel Air himself. She said to me, "That's Sugars Daddy". He yelled at her like she was his hoe, and said, "That's not my Daddy!". Then he looked at me and said, " That's her boyfriend who comes for her every few months". So I said turned my cheek and said, "Oh boy, no problem here". Then he dared me to go to his room where his mother had just been. He said she just did my wash, so let me put it away. Then I saw his chonies, on the bed all folded up with blood stains on them. I said, "Khaiyon, is it okay if I just call you by your real name? (no answer) I looked at him and said, " Are you okay?" He looked at me and said, "Just give me a hug so I can get through the night when you leave." So I gave him a hug and then he kissed me killing me softly onto his bed with his mom right below us on the 1st floor. I said, "What's this on your underwear?" Then he pushed me away and said, "It's stains from my old girlfriend." I pulled him closer and just hugged him so his mother would see as she walked up the stairs and stood watching us in disbelief that I was taking her man right in front of her. This whirlwind romance lasted one year and he lusted for me and about 5 other women lusted for him right in front of me, his cousin, his 4 year old daughter, and his 2 older sisters and yes,his mother too, Ms Ada B. Jackson. Otherwise the bad parents were the ones who sent their kids to school with a latch key around their necks and a microwave to pop popcorn for dinner. These were the parents who thought it was okay to have is nothing but a boy suffering from a mental disease called my mommy doesn't want to fuck me anymore and my daddy gets to fuck her whenever he wants to. For he is the only man in this house as he said to me with his belt over my head saying if I ever tried to climb on top of my mother again here by the age of 18 I would be murdered with his bare hands. For this is the point of conjuncture people. How does an infidel like Hitler get women to agree to this lifestyle? How does a woman say something like, Shirley, in that song that all black people over the age of 30 know all too well because the player haters in the baby boomer generation say this is how women need to respond. This song that I am talking about is gifted with a man who is unnamed and unmarked yet two grown women one working and the other unemployed angle to kill each other in a song over who shall get him in the end. But we all know that this man is described mercilessly in this album exchange, yes,a record, two actually. This man is described as being the audacity of a broke nigga who shares his naked stank ass kinky hair unemployed welfare trifling bedroom vixen folly assroom stench in her mouth with two ugly phat dark skinned women who look like gorillas at the end of the day who wear too much red lipstick and will put on a walmart neglige for this trifling vixen whore to stench up her kitchen boudoir of gumbo and chitlins on a Tuesday when he's hungry and just wants to walk down the way in his nickerson gardens alleyway from his big momma's house to his hoe house and then skip on out after dinner to his other hoe house to spank Jehova until she is begging him to stay and then he gets to walk with rims and timb and women not caring who he offends poppin yang like he got yen.

So what do we do when we can't seem to get the anger out of our own drawers to keep this trifling man away from his mistresses? What do we do when we are so concretely mad that I can type better than your mistress? What do we do when we are alone with ourselves and our man's whores baby? That was my predicament? I called myself married to Sugar Jackson in pretend world everytime we would go pick up his 4 year old daughter "Asia" who was half puerto rican and Black and looked like me. She had long hair and beautiful big alcohol brown eyes and lushes beautifully stroked long eyelashes and lips that only her Daddy could kiss. I was smitten with him for being such a great loving Daddy to her. He made her sit in his lap and drive the wheel while he drove his hot rod car with me in the driver's seat. He drove his hotrod to pick me up from the University and drop me off in Redondo Beach every week just to spend time with me and our daughter together in his hotrod. He was no more than 25 years old but had a baby that was his child with his whore from high school. He had other women but said I was the one he wanted to have another baby with. He had other women but he said I was the one he wanted to marry. He had another wife called Terry and another wife called Ada B. I stood banging down his door one night while he was trapped inside of Ada B. He stomped me out onto the driveway and pointed me to my car in the mud ankle deep and told me my mother comes first always with me. She is a saint in my eyes. I am not yours to keep young mistress. I learned that rainy night I was his mistress and his mother was hig whore and his sister, Terry, was his lifelong lover turned wife forever. For she was his incestual partner, abuser from childhood as they were half blooded siblings, this dark skinned woman wannabe. I am not the abuser I told him, I am your salvation. Have a baby with me and I will save your life. He finally said to my broken eyes and broken skin, I love you.

That is all my friends on Sugar Khai-yon Jackson. He was my first interlude of heartbreak. The man who looked like Rick Fox the basketball player. The tall thin pretty ricky. I drank that tall thin darkness all the time and thought my loins were going to bust open with milk made from heaven. He was the best lover I ever had and I will ever have. Only God can bring me a better teacher in bed. For only he has the gentle words that made the funk in my right thigh jump happily to the left and spank Jehovah and say Lawd have mercy he is my voodoo hoodoo priest and when love slipped from my lips dripped down my chin I heard his sweet ass say, "Atta baby". And I came.

This concubine bliss is for my mother, my adopted charlaton mother,and my adopted Jew Mom the Marshmallow who always said, "Just say when!" with a happy depressive smile. These are the women that I say though had it coming.I mean, why? Why? Why? Why come did you allow  yoself to be played so badly? I say it so unfashionably late. For I spanked these women out of my life one at a time for being too shaky on the dick of my real father. I spanked these women out of my life one at a time because each had weakness in their bones that made me crazy with depression, bipolar, manic depression,and agoraphobia delight. Being the mistress slave, the mistress babysitter, and mistress daughter must be delight for no one but the mistresses daughter's best friend who is always gay man. This gay man is the only one that truly understands the mistress,the mistress daughter and the mistress slave because he is the son of a whore.Most likely the Jussie Smollett in our ruins can chyde himself on the idea that accolades of delight with a Nigerian is supposed to be kept private but in this day and age we are not yours to keep young minstrel. We are not yours to keep Jussie or your underground incestual whore who stole my Harriet Tubman and carried him north only to leave his ass. I am not your Roll Bounce either young bright smile. You are not my young fan any longer young Empire Whore. You are the one we say is an embarrassment to the idea that brothers are to keep their sisters safe and protected from the likes of Nigerian  telemarketeers and spam names in tow. You are not the one who has to take this idea and run young empire wannabe jew whore with your bright smile and your bright lies about harassment and victimhood when you know you were fucking that whore at Subway in the middle of the night when you pissed your pants during a stick em up. This is not your typical man young minstrel. The one who claims to forgive your slut behavior. The one who claims to sing better than I do at the happy gay hour of Hamburger Mary's. You are not the one mr strickland. You are not the one Mr. Lewis. You are not the one Mr. David Law. You are not the one Mr. Frenchie. You are not the one Mr. AMber Rose. Gay men, who prey on the likes of single women or married women for as the Charlemagne would say, "Gay men have needs too Nona". Now take your clothes off for me so I can take pictures of you and masterbate to your photos that I call art and you call treason when you see them against our contractual divide on the internet google search and you use my real name because I did not know you were interested in this young gay man that I was attracted too nor did I know that You were a whore for other whores, a lesbians delight called Annisa, called Lynn, called freak diva of a whore whose Daddy looks like a gargoyle in drag queen dish for his basketball in love jones Sanaa Lathan and MIke Tomlin to do the do on my couch then take your Denny's wannabe havin ass a spoiled drankee poo to my sisters house for a night cap then a night swimmer then a night crawler then a night gang bang of lesbians and gays who say fuck this lifestyle breeder shit we gay! We obamacare now and obama don't care if we gay! We can get married now! We's married now! Look mom, my bottom, top and beard are topped out in marriage now and guess what Momma? I get to adopt a black baby from the hood to and call her my baby too. But I need my space from your breeder life and yes I get to call you a homophobic now if make me stop fucking my beard and my top and my bottom at the same time in your bathroom and no you may not suggest that I get therapy because then I get to say how you are the reason that I have dimples on my ass of tears of delight, you are the reason that I have AIDS, you are the reason that I got fired, not my entitled pampus tardy ass. You are the reason that I can't marry a decent partner because I really only want to marry you and you won't have me. So there, Freud that fucking Jew is right, I AM OH DAT PUS and THAT ELECTRA-FIED pussy all together because i truly just want to to be a man that fucks other men in the sodomy and fuckes other whores in the sodomy and talk like a black hooker from ALabama who just wants to be stronger than you are and take the role of my younger straight sister that you always favored. I am no dysfunctional anymore! I have obamacare now. I am not your next proposition to kill you Republican whore, I am not the next proposition to slander. I am not the next civil right to bolster you hate mongering fag loving jewboy. I am not the next racist or the next xenophobic feminist snob. I love women so much,I want to be a woman.I love women so much I get to be the only critic of all my best friends who are whores. I get to call each one of them whores even their Jew Loving MOthers love to fuck me in my ass. I get to have brunch with all of their women and their men and I get to hate myself, hate the men, hate the beard that gave me my undercover boss party and hate my father's stepfather's uncle's cousin who fucked me good when I was just 9 years old and taught me that yes I am free! I am Gay! because yes, I do want to be a woman, my sister's best friend. I do want to be my mom's lover. I do want to be my father's lover. I do want to be my cousins stripper. AndI do want to by free from AIDS. I do want to be free from Katrina. I do want to be free from hurricane Andrew. I do want to be free from being skirted and tattooed with painted lips on my neck and pants down my ass in prison, I do want to be free from rape, harassment,and jealousy because of my estrogen skin and my estrogen walk andmy estrogen buttox tucked under when I walk because my jowels in my buttox are broken because of my daddy's dick and that America is not the only reason I choose to be gay. I choose to claim the parentage of Greek ancient right that I can be free in this country and be gay and be under the guise of your whim and your jealousy and your hate for my build, my plump ass, my gay derelict is the one that you hate. The one that is free to roam naked at the gay parades across the naked nation on gay day. Why is gay day allowed in our Christian morality? No gay is allowed in any religion but those that say it is okay to be tolerant of the sinner. Why gay people must you be gay? Oh, that's right you were born that way. But is your dick making babies? Are your tits making milk? Then no. You were not born that way according to this God or the God above or the Satan below your testicals. This method of pleasure is just simply that. A method of pleasure. It is just simply that. A method of pleasure. Anal. Clitoral. Pleasure. We all know what it's like to fall in love. Falling in love with your parents happens first. Falling in love with your older sibling happens next. Falling in love with your same sex best friend is next for childhood. Falling in love with your next same sex best friend that is closer to your wisdom comes next. Falling in love at the tender age of 15 is normal with the first opposite sex person. Falling in love many times over with the opposite sex is normal. But we also fall in love with our pastor, our pastors wife, our priest, our mentor, our coach, and our teen spirit. But when it is time to have sex, teen and adult sexuality is fluid, is moral, is immoral, is lusty, is temptation, is rivalry, is competition, is rivalry among same sex partners, among cross hairs partners, and among beloved ancestors and relatives. For incest is best in the family of whores and pedophiles? No. Incest is common in all parts of America. Just ask the whore next door. The one who keeps coming into your apartment just for milk and conversation in the middle of the night. I mean, seriously Jussie. Can you really explain to me why yo stank ass was actually out at 2am in the middle of the night 2 days before a concert? THen we all had to hear about how you had your ass killed by MAGA haters who happen to be NIgerian and then you claim he poured bleach all over you when it was just a few bleach stains from your own closet. Why Jussie don't you just claim your lover and your lovers down low outcasting yo ass for sweet Jehovah. Man.when will you stop saying it is okay to be gay? You get no love from anybody but whores. You get no love from anybody but Jews. You get no love from anybody but arrogant Mexicans. You get no love from anybody who loves being a human being and loves being a democrat on the down low but claims Republican for the simple sake that God don't like homosexuality especially when you dance naked in a bubble box on stage down my street during your gay rainbow pride parade in my beloved city of Long Beach. Just because we say we will tolerate you does not mean this city is for you and just you. Just because you can be free to be American does not mean you can dominate our business trade and claim that you will boycott my business if I dont fly your disgusting rainbow flag all gay month down the milk Isles of the local Walmart where all your brethren work? No. Walmart does not fly your gay day parade flag. Neither will I. Why? because we are no longer tolerant of gay bashing, gay tolerance, gay violence, gay hatred, gay rumors, gay mothers being the reason why you are too old, gay wisdom in universities being unstoppable greed of whoredome, gay nights at the bar, gay marriage, gay adoptions, gay family values, gay sex on TV for my children to see, gay frontal views on Netflix and Youtube and accidental flares on instagram. I am sick of Gay. I am sick of your need to be right. I am sick of your need to claim victimhood when you can just put down your hoe and your pickaxe and just marry the girl of your dreams. Just marry her. Just suffer the slime once and you will see that her arms are what your missing in life. It's the hollow love of gay marriage that hurts your heart at night and allows you to feed on the feast of sexual pleasure with others. For is you were in a heterosexual relationship you would feel full. You would feel satiated in her soft, plump,and supple arms. You would feel nurtured by the woman next to you and not the woman you call beard. For she is not yours to keep. She is not yours to dominate with dates and expectations of false friendship. She is not yours to pretend to throw baby showers for when she pregnant with your best gay friends baby and you to come running to her rescue because she got knocked up again by another gay man who pulled her off the dance floor at Mary's bar and grill and helped to ease her pain and loss of another guy rejection and rape her in the bathroom at the gay bar so she could at least have sex and you could at least have sex too of course. Gay men want gay sodomy for intense pleasure. For we all know the pleasure is intense. But we all know it is also very not okay for you to appear aghast in your Madonna Cher headdress when I agree with the Westboro hate mongers. Please dont think it is okay to tell me straight to my face Delisha, "I will never have children like yours, they are too much trouble, that's why I'm lesbian". I will never have children like yours, they are too much trouble Delisha? You have never had children at all. You claim my children on your social media by saying Auntie and we are not even related. You are my fake brothers whore beard and you know it. You are the only one that knows how long we as a family accepted you as family under the guise and bewilderment of my fake brothers girlfriend. But never good enough to be kind enough or to be wise enough to be married rightfully so and have children rightfully so. You are so dumb to think a gay man would endure the likes of a woman who is a bonafide professional high acclaimed success of travel around the world and high acclaim of success of no boundaries with excess partners of lesbians, wifes, and widows on cruises and snowboarding trips while daliancing the likes of white bearded men at work on your knees for professional promotion and a  quick pro quo endearment. This thing called beard is what we also call in heaven, the calypso. The calypso. The calypso. We are no longer the calypso haven of spinster. We are no longer the calypso haven of a spinster who loiters at gay bars, raping the gay mulatos on stage half naked for a dollar bill, and sloshing around the gay naked pole dancer for another kiss hoping hes bisexual too.Baby, he only comes for you at night for wine, weed, and liquor because he is broke, his unemployment is all up, and his welfare fraud scam has already paid its dues and he has already been kicked out of every school program because of entitled millennial encrusted foolery of tardiness, disrespectful behavior,and inciting violence among union members who all enjoy the sodomy pleasure with him. I mean seriously Porsche Taylor. Did you think I would leave you out, you nasty man. Did you really think that the likes of a woman turned man right in front of me would actually be rendered silent? No! Do we really think it's okay to allow children to think they have gender confusion? Is it really okay for a little girl named Kate to actually be called John because she out of the blue told her Jew Dem mom that she really wants to be a boy?I'm sorry, I wanted to be a boy too? They called me a tomboy! They didn't take me to a Jew doctor who actually fell in line with his German Nazi concentration camp test subject thinking asshole ways and suggest the parents give the girl a sex change! This is a state of emergency! President Trump, I'm not down with Dr.Kevorkian and I'm certainly not down with gender sex change in a man or a woman or a child. This needs to stop at the Federal level. Doctors and psychologists and psychiatrists and neurosurgeons who research and practice in this line of work need to be executed at the highest level of order in this country to be allowed to do this to a child. Any millennial dumbass stupid Jennifer, Fedra, Latasha, Emma, Eileen,and backstabbing Layla who are so blind to believe the stupidity of Dr. Spock of today and yesterday that children should be mutilated by wearing makeup and wigs and cross dressing, changing their names and fooling other kids at the elementary school need their "license to be a parent " removed, shackled, sent to prison and Fort Knox and allow the fine young female suicidal military soldiers to ransack these worthless hole in a penny parents with mutilated genitals, wigs, makeup, and new names and see how they feel to be forced by a parent to agree with it, to accept it,and to then admit out loud that yes, I have both sex organs and I had to choose one gender when really I'm a girl and everyone can see that and yes I hate barbies and love hot wheels and I have brown eyes and hate blue eyed children. So yes, I am the one you want. I am the gender confusion you are asking for. I am a woman. I am a bonafide woman. I have curves. Yes. Women have curves. Yes. I am 220 pounds and yes I wear a size 14 in a good year. I wear a size 22 when I'm tired and need a break from being healthy and huge. I love being big. I love being big boned. I love being big. I love standing taller than the Asian Half American HAPA. I love standing taller and wider than the woman and her daughter painting my toenails when I say, No bitch! Don't draw blood this time or else so I wont pay that extra 2 dollars you just stole off the tip of my big toe. I will not ever be ashamed of standing bigger than the white woman either. She loves my skiiin. She loves my hair. She loves my teeth. She loves my lips. You think I'm lying? I'm the mulatto mother. She loves my belly too. I'm the mother that has enough junk in the trunk to pull her man to the yard, her brothers man to the yard, and her father to the yard. But when I"m not in my hoe, and I'm dangerously living wholesome, yall better watch out. Cuz I'm not coming for that white man. Oh no. I'm not ever coming for the Jew man eitha. I'm coming for that Q dog in my dreams. Haha. I'm cumming for that Nigerian Omega linebacker. I'm cummin for that Omega Phi Psi dog chain probate. I'm coming for you black man. I"m coming for you field nigga. I'm coming for your man, dark skin nigga. I'm coming for yo man if I want him. So best believe kinky hair, I will have yo man if I want him. But I'm being queen latifah now. Im being good and gold now. I'm being broke and fabulous now with my hair long and natural now. I'm wearing my hair out the shower for you nigga lady. I'm wearing my hair out the shower for you to lust for and hate me fa no reason at all. I"m the one ya love to hate nigga. I'm the one ya love to gossip about when yo nigga is lusting for my entrails. For my chitlins. Its my chitlins that need to be opened up. Right nigga man? Its my chitlins that deserve yo dick right nigga man? Its my chitlins that belong to you by night while you go rock hard by day with yo greasy crisco wife wearing asshole shaving none of her hair anywhere. Please shave yo womans under arms. Please shave that woman's back. Please shave that woman's chest hair. Please tell her not to shave her face because keloids are her curse not mine. Okay? Okay. Now. God has spoken. I get to cuss dark skin out each and every day cuz of Erykah Baduizm. I get to cuss Dark Skin out everyday just to look back at it right Bey? I get to look back at it while eatin yo texas bama ass right bey? Cuz you mixed. Right Bey? You mixed. Right Bey? Cuz that hair is yours. Right bey? Cuz yo hair is blonde. Right Bey? Cuz yo hair is curly. RIght Bey? No. it is isn't. So no. You aint Creole meets country bama. You aint Creole meets texas either man woman momager.You aint hyde nigga either step daddy. You aid hyde nigga either JZ. You both aint shit and Obama knows he was ashamed and embarrassed to have to akin himself and herself to the likes of rap on any level. You ought to be ashamed. You brought gluttony and sin to the white house on the day you wore a stole to the inauguration. You are slave. You are a Jews Slave. You are a stolen mink coat who needs to be returned to the likes of Watts, CA. Cuz those slums are the ones that made you into a destiny child. Not the Jew world wide. You are not the likes of me or mine. Will and Jada. Much more deserved the spotlight on that day of parade of the first black president. But no. You showed up in mink and stole stolen from the Jews closet. When Jada and Will would have gladly given you the they had made in the factory God made for them. For they are the rightful heirs of Hollywood in all art forms. You are nothing but gluttony for black people to shame themselves over. You are not of rightful size and neither are your girls. You are not lemonade from then annals of the south. You are not the survivors of Katrina like I am and my mother's people are. You have no claim to Louisiana in any sentence known to man.You were not there on that fateful day. Nor do you miss sleep over. It You don't know the Formation video and its perseverance of shame you bring to Alexandria, St Charles, and the 9th Ward Stompers. You are not the one that we will ever wickedly bring forth as our Tina Turner Dream girl anymore. You are freed from the gluttenly of sex and sin in your own home at the hands of your Jew husband and your sisters shameful elevator.

On to the next. You are just waiting for my evil ways to end. For my audacity of ventilation to end. Why do you wait. Just place the book down and walk away. You are not bound to end the perilousness of my evil banter. But yet you stay. Cuz you know, I am real. I am not hate. I am slander. It is different. When we exit Mexicans from this country we will not go to the Quarter or the Quad and throw tomatoes and racist tantrums as they walk out. We will be home asleep and watching Youtube movies, music videos, and watching our kids playstation elite. because I spent money on this damn game, and Fortnight God of War is much more entertaining than watching East LA become a ruins. I am not hateful. I am not evil. I am not Satanic Ritual. I am not. I am not any of these stigmas of the Abrahamic legacy of books. I am not yours to keep America. I am the chosen Psychic and I carry a family in tow. You will know I am real when you sleep tonight and cannot escape my words, my bosom, my skin color, and my melody of accusations. I am accusations here in this manifesto to have Donald TRump awarded a 2nd term. I am a card carrying Democrat no more. As I rerun the rerun of the Obama kingdom parade on his first day of nomination of election I felt proud to be and AMerican. Because as I looked out at the crowd, I saw my choir from the Los Angeles church, Agapelive, singing wearing their colorful moroccan outfits they made themselves. I saw Jesse Jackson Crying. I saw, a sea of men, women,and children all different hues of humankind smiling out loud tears of glory. I say in shame that same day, I looked at John McCain's Concession speech and saw nothing but white old stingy faces sad in defeat. I thought has this become the only representative of the Republican party? The old white man? His White old woman wife and their gun carrying bible toting hillbilly racoon eating children? I was so outraged with the Mexicans in my outlaw family who chose to be Republican because they hate the mallate! They do what the Spaniard priest tells them to do in their savage Catholic mission church. I could not believe that the likes of the cholo, Poncho Sanchez, would be afraid of his priest. Would be okay with John McCain because of some ill forgotten attachment to the police force for defending no one but his brother in law who became a cop and another one who became a card carrying youtube snob of elitist sarcasm and patriotic ties to militiamen. My country tis of thee yet none of them are legal citizens. None of them vote. None of them vote. None of them vote. None of them vote. They lie. They stomp and say we are pro police. We are pro military. We are pro TRump. Yet,we are the first to be pulled over because we don't wear seat belts, we don't wear seat belts because we have too many children and we use a pick up truck for our 5 children in the front seats and we sit on laps. We are not legal. We are not legal and yet we go to the Catholic Missionary CHurch in Santa Barbara, San Gabriel, San Diego, San Francisco, and San Luis Obispo and believe our whore mothers who say that we have to listen to the Pastor Priest and believe that the blood of Jesus will cover you at night if you don't do exactly what the Jew man says. So remember, the Jews are the ones to follow because Jesus was a Jew. We are the sinners so don't ever question the principle at school about your hijos or the Priest or the nun about your home or your marriage because you will be thrown blood all over you like the movie Carrie. You don't want La Llorona to scream bloody mary again after you fall out of your borracho guilt and shame. Please don't come to the iglesia church wearing your painters cap. I bought you a nice one from La Mervyns and please wear it because it makes you look like a sinner. We have to be sinners. Okay mija. Don't bring your pregnant belly to church because the Padre will say you are a sinner and so is your mother. Please don't come to anything pobre Cristina. We don't' want you to shame our oldest son with your pregnant belly. Please don't ever come to our iglesia Leticia. We don't want your pregnant spinster son to ever come over to our home again because the Padre will say the blood will follow us home and kill us all like the Jew did El Savior. The Jesus. Please Katherine, name him Jesus so Papa in the sky will not cast stones on our home again. Please Devina, please dont marry that black man. He will split you open and make you a devil whore. Please don't shame the family anymore. Vote Trump so they will think we are white, We are white. We are white now. WE are not morenos. We are not morenos anymore.We are not the little indios anymore. We are not Poor Asses anymore. We are rich like the Texan George W. Bush. We are Texan like the Genoveva. The Genoveva leticia Bush. We are Juarez no more like the man in Brokeback Mountain. We are offensive to no one here in America because they think we are white now. We are white faces. We are strong like American heros now. We are tall like American athletes. We are tall like American Models. We are tall like AMerican Black people with long penis and long hair from Salons and long fingernails so I can be pretty at work at the cash register of Costco and Target. Please I am educated DACA now and I can become a teacher now in high school and I can teach American History to other chicano la raza atecan Juárez inmigrantes están aquí porque I love being Mexicana. I don't really want to be puraliteratura. I want to be la Katherine. La bolsa chica. La Kim Kardashian. I have hair like hers now. I have hair like the bombastic one, Paris Hilton now. I dyed my hair blonde because I am white. because I'm not black. Yuck! I'm not Black, Yuck!. I"m not Asian. I'm not from India. I"m not Samoan. ALthough I think everyone thinks I am. I don't know why. I'm not that tall. I don't know why they think I"m Samoan. Oh well, I secretly hate being Mexican. But I know I'm white and Christian now. Because I hate going to the Catholic Iglesia Church. I hate it. I hate seeing the immigrants coming from the border wanting a place to stay and the Padre asking for donations. I"m so ashamed of them. I hate being Mexican when I see these little indios wearing chicklets on their stockings and their babies tied to their backs wanting to sleep in our closet until they get EBT too. I'm sick of being Mexican. I'm sick of being called an immigrant when yes I was born here.It was my mother who was born in Juarez. I hate that place. My mother misses it. She came here when she was 9 and says she was raped going across the border and raped coming to Los Angeles not by coyotes or militiamen in the desert. But by her grandfather and her brothers and her fathers in the car ride through the desert of Arizona. Karma's a bitch isn't it you illegal dog. I hate you.I hate you. God hates you. God hates you so much he raped you of having your family for the rest of your like. You are a whore. You are a slut. You are Satan. That is what the poor woman calls you that is the witch selling vitamins and herbs for your urine infection. I don't care if she calls herself Lourdes, or Katherine, or Mona. I hate you all. because I am white. I am not noticeable as a Mexican. I am thin like Paris HIlton. I am Christian like Genoveva Bush. I am well read like my colleague, Katherine Isenlowa . We both read international books. We both read subtitle movies. We both teach and we both love to picket with the union and sing the songs of the union stewards. WE are true Americans. My mother doesn't even like me anymore because I wont speak Spanish. I only kind of know Spanglish and Calo. But I rarely use it. I only speak English now. I'm American. I"m white now. Even Reagan says I"m white now. I don't have an accent anymore. I don't' have anything that says Mexicano anymore. I"m white. I"m white. I hate that my brother married a black woman. I don't care if she has light skin black. I don't care if her mother is white. She is still gross to me because she is still black in America. I"m white. I'm white in America. She is a 2nd class citizen I don't care if she's higher ranking than I am. I hate her vernacular. I hate her dance hip hop. I hate how she speaks perfect English and I forget sometimes. It's not my fault! (hushed, secretly, punishingly,I say to my mirror on the wall, whose more pretty, God, me or the black Mulatto?) God has one answer. Just look in the mirror. Then look at her. Do you think she's wondering who's prettier? Do you think she's thinking about you? Do you think you are jealous of her being a natural born citizen with the right to say I am AMERICAN. Are you jealous Katherine?

Yes. I am. { at night as the blood of Christ is falling all over her head} Jealousy is a sin. Your gluttony is a sin and it's just ugly and disgusting for your fat pie face to be in America anymore. You are 2nd generation shit here in AMerica and you are the problem here. Go be white with your size 18 pants from Lane BRyant and your long thick spinster hair and teaching credential and go back to your mothers homeland and teach those indios about the history of nothing American. Teach them how to read. Teach them how to write. Teach them how to make a bed. Teach them how to farm in Mexico and paint walls in Mexico. Teach them to speak Spanish fluently in Mexico. Teach them to solve their problems without gun violence in Mexico. Teach them to marry Mexicans and not American sluts. Teach them to inbreed like you. Teach them to be the Katherine, the Theresa, the Jenna, the Jordan, the Justina, the Gloria, the Nancy, the Martha. Teach them to be like you. The bastard American Mexican in Mexico, returning in shame.

I am done wasting time and energy on the likes of Mexico in America. We need to unfriend all Mexicans. We need to pull our children away from soccer in America. It is a useless sport. We need to pull our girls away from professional sports all together. American girls are better dancing, singing, and playing the flute. American girls are better making cookies, cakes,and journals for gratitude like the Kim Jenkins across the street who teaches Zumba in her backyard or yours. Do we think that gender roles are proper in AMerica is the next tale to tell for God in America. I think the gender roles of women are out of season and out of whack. I also think the parenting and disciplining of American boys in too quiet and too rambunctiously white. White men yell, they call names like little bitch, little fag and then wonder why their son actually becomes gay. White women allow their daughters to yell, curse them out and question them on all fronts. I am not in agreement with this type of chattel in America. We need to discuss among black and white parents of the X generation what spanking and beating your children actually accomplishes. We are being judged by the world for our Love and Logic parenting style where spanking, swatting, and hair pulling is not allowed. But swearing, yelling, intimidating, frontin, and bullying them with teasing, swear words, and profanity is okay. We are tired, we are both working, the school system sucks with all this common core math bullshit and soccer practice asshole coaches and all the fucking money I have to spend on cookie dough fundraisers and trinkets my kids didn't win because fuck you Becky is the PTA president again fucking that DILK again down the street whose always the first to sign up for the VIPS again just to make my deadbeat stay at home dad look bad again.

#  Volume 2

Today is the day that the lord hath made? Yes. I am new. I am changed? Yes. I am in no condition to be sarcastic or orderly justice again. I am the oracle for God and not his/her altar ego. I am God. I am the oracle of debate. I  am truth of no origin and no destination. I  am truth of no lies and no slander anymore. I am truth be told  to no humor and no disdain. I am truth to no order of light and no professor who shall force me to the issue of why or how? I am fact not fiction and the fact is mine alone. If you don't believe me, then walk away or entertain me in the opportunity to discourse over our debate. Do not cast any words of doubt or deceitful piety at my brow just because some false fact has thrown the whole conversation into disarray. I am telling you the story of me. The story of Eve, Mary, and Nona. I am the woman who the Bible fears and loves. I am the Exodus from Rome. I  am the Dharma . The Karma you fear. The woman that the Bible wants to be quiet and live a life of servitude to none other than the star of David. I am no more quiet than the roaring oceans of delightful waves and seabreezes casting shadows over the mountain tops. I am the movie 2012 hollow of the winds of time that you have been waiting for. I am the one that will help this new world of England fellows and African slave descendants to forge a new destiny and help the world understand the difference between the English language and the American translation. I am the American woman. Are you? I am the American man. Are you? If you have any doubt in your response then you are not. I can understand this first volume without examination. Can you? I can read it without a narrative inquiry of  ides . I can read it without the immigrant examining it for its political divide or correctness. Do you know who the immigrant is in your neighborhood? Do you know who the immigrant is in your cubicle formation? Do you know which white people are immigrants and who are purchasing wives from yonder? I can see past the anger of God and know that racism is a hinder and does not help our continent but I prefer to be with people who look like me. I prefer to judge people I don't know rather than judge the people I hate? No. I prefer to love my neighbor and help them if they need help. I prefer to help not hinder my neighbor that is in need of proactive results in their mortgage payment. If I had the money, which we all do, I want to give my neighbor as much as they need to build a bigger house than mine so we can all  have labor day together in his house, not mine. I would never leave without helping to clean. I would never just bring 1 bottle of soda to your baby shower. I would have it catered by Mother because she would love you just as much as I do. I would never scold you for the money I offered to spend on you. I would never scold you for anything. I would never roll my eyes at you or doubt your sobriety of faith to your own God within. I am not an immigrant or the child of an immigrant. I did not raise my children in the ways of another countryman. I raised my children in this culture of America. I am American. I love Santa Claus, I love finding the money in the plastic egg under my front porch before my little brother does and I love New Years Day Gumbo. I love porches to sit on and watch the sunset. I love big American trucks. I love line dancing. I love to vote. I love the parade on Sunday morning. I love the band at the farmers market. I love Salmon, crawfish, shrimp, NO. This ocean is polluted. This ocean has been polluted by import export box car carrying soldier infested barges that spill oil in the Atlantic and the Caribbean. The Pacific Ocean is the worst with all its consumers from China making their way to our coastline. The Pacific Ocean is the worst with pollution from plastic dolphin killing bags and bottles to diaper infested immigrant rancid coastlines. This country is surrounded by an unswimmable ocean and our rivers are not now nor have they ever been safe to swing on a rope for diving. Can you understand me American English? Can you understand me American WASP and nigger? Can you understand me European descendant? Can you understand me African American? If you understand my emotion, you understand American. Not English. We do not speak English. We are not from England. We do not speak tea and crumpets. We speak coffee, danish and donuts. We speak pizza and taco bell. We speak goulash and hamburger helper. We speak fried chicken and mashed potatoes. We speak thanksgiving food. So many white people tell me, I don't have a culture. Bitch please. You are American. You live in America. Go visit Mexico and you will see how you are different. You will see that we are different from the Euros too. You will see how when you return from your vacation to Puerto Rico, you are very privileged compared to the spick dog. You will see how you are very relegated to a new sovereignty of love and gratitude when you return back home to your double wide or your section 8 how even these dwellings are better than Puerto RIcan slums of non water deluge. We are not only here but we are there too in Hawaii. We are nowhere and everywhere. We are not the only people who are loving this positive discourse without chosen prophet Nona. She is never tired of the apocalypse of  ides on the systems of government and education and every healthcare that must occur. But we truly are delighted by her misdemeanor of Elliott when we speak of anti semitic values in America that already  exists yet she knows nothing of. For she has been educated by the elitist snobs of Freudian society that has created a prick in her little brother and a devil in her Mexican American Chicano wannabe immigrant in-law family. They are none other than the spicolas that the Puerto Ricans hate and the Cubans want to destroy with their black dicks and sperm. But we say, however,  yet, in still , we are still allowing the Mexican dog into our country? Why? What have they accomplished but messing up government customer service call systems with "press zero for Spanish" and they don't have to wait or fill out their own paperwork because they only hire Spanish speaking call agents. We are the ones that have to work to support the EBT card carrying Mexican  immigrant . Americans are not supporting the black slave descendants anymore HAPA. On to the next. HAPA, you are the absolute horror of a monstrosity in white America so please go back to ASIA you sufferin succotash half breed cat. You are an embarrassment to Liu Kang and Kitana. You are an embarrassment to the disgusting racism of Bruce Less you fucking devil dick phat licking prostitute. The HAPA is the half Asian who was born in America but who prides himself on bringing BOBA and PHO to your neighborhood and slumming our National University system with slugs of AP and dragon moms. You will never be allowed in this country again. Stop marrying white men and taking white men away from white and black women. Stop coming to Torrance, California, Westminster, CA and creating Chinatown, Little Tokyo, and Little Saigon. Stop coming to Silverlake, CA and creating Little Manila. Stop coming to the Port towns and claiming an entire Industry of nursing for your little fag sons and fag fried taquito lumpia eating menstruation pms bitch ass punk who cries when he doesn't dance hip hop or fuck like a real Dre. Come on Jabbawockeez. Come on Kababayan. Come on bamboo dancers. I'm not racist. My best best catholic school Jezebel girlfriend, I mean my totally cute Prada bag wearing USC BFF was a Jew loving Jabberwalkie. I loved her the most. I even made her my comadre. My  sons Ninang. I even called her father, Tito. I am not a racist Mrs Chua but you are... offensively ...to Americans....Amy. I hate all things about this woman and her book about HAPA TIger lilly loving moms here in America. If you want to bastardize your parenting style of China while here in America, go right ahead. But if you ever call the American white mother a whore again or the American African the lusty video vixen hopeless endeavor of BLack China again, best believe we will simply join forces and say bitch please, you aint HAPA no more, we will not fight you. We will not HAPA you anymore you half breed Tyra Banks wannabe. But be careful. Our half breed is different  than you HAPA. Our half breed is offensively looking at you right now. This author would have been seduced by Malcolm X? Nope. He doesn't even consort with her smell. It smells like fish eggs. Would our homely Rosa Parks sit next to you? Nope, she hates the slant eyed Jew. Would Will or Jada Smith buy your book? Nope. Because you aint young enough, hip enough, or rich enough. Nobody cares about your Harvard degree. Or is it Yale. All I care about is, how did you get into my University at all when your ass needs to be in China spewing your hate for your own quadroon daughter. You hate her white skin. You hate her white assimilation. You hate that she likes Hip Hip. You hate that she is American and you aint. You hate that you are educated American and still have to study before taking an exam. We don't. Hahahahahaha. But let me not digress on this asshole of a mother who actually sold books calling American mothers whores. Let me instruct all American mothers to not buy her books, google her shit and rape her online like all racists should and have been raped in our culture of millennials. Millinials....sick her! I mean she had the audacity to say the only black people  in the planet that should procreate are Nigerians. I hate her racists ass. I just say, please find her dissertation online on ProQuest and challenge that bitch till the Ivy League that gave her that degree has to actually take it back. Because she aint a legal citizen in the first place. Go back to the Joy Luck Club and play mahjong bitch. But I do hate what this stereotypical cast of people have done to my beloved Port Town and hospital healthcare system. Every single hospital in California is ransacked with faggot indulging little flat faced effeminate men that call themselves nurses. Like nursing is for men. Like nursing isn't a pink industry for hippie mothers who lusted for the woodstock  forrest gump doula rag care center. At least have the decency to pretend like you're not here like the Jews and just call your area the West side and build a museum of tolerance to Vietnam veteran soldiers who died for Vietnam. At least you  could do is hide in the area of East LA and not call yourself  little Ethiopia or Little TeeJay and call yourself Little HAPATOWN. Why not? Or do you think just because you are born here makes you a dreamer too? Or do you think just because you are Joy Luck Club you are protected now from Concentration Camps. Just because you have a white husband now that owns a hotel chain in the sobriety of his Catholic family does not make you his concubine. Please see for yourself in his family how they treat your family Kim. See how they treat your children Wayne. See how they treat your children who are half breeds trying to be better than the white girls and spitting on the black girls. What makes you think HAPA that you can mistreat those that are supposed to be here in this continent. Your slant eyes do not belong to the Navajo. You are not the TANF recipient right? No! Your slant eyes belong to Vietcong as far as we are concerned. So take your King Kong HAPA asses back to the village that raised your grandmother and your father. Go gentrify that village and take over where Manny Pacquiao is waiting for your  broke uneducated asses. Don't Think just because your study dumbass staying up all night to study and practice your piano is ever going to win at the real work place.

Where are you now? I don't see you anywhere? Oh! I see you oh little one. I see you at the tip of my dick in the back of the reflexology joint. Oh! I see you oh little one. I see you at the tip of my french mani pedi. But what happened to you in college? You were everywhere! I see you at my sons track meet trying to pretend like you're white baking cookies for all the kids because oh yeah....you're the mail order bride who gets to stay at home with your white old timers. Yeah, and your ginger loving kids at my kids high school talking that Trump shit better watch themselves. because um, tell me again what sport does your kid play? Baseball? Track? Water Polo? Yeah. Why doesn't he play basketball bitch Asian? Why does he not play foot ball bitch ass faggoty ass Mexican? I'll tell you why..... Cuz you aint tall enough. You're too smart, you're too ugly, and you're too silly. You're not crazy enough, you're not strong enough, you're dick aint long enough, and you're kidd isnt a playa, a playa hata, or even willing to date outside of his own incestual bloodlining cousin, sister, or Aunt. Please best believe I am not done with Hapa, Asia, or Feng Shui. Go back to Cali. I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali, I"m going back to Cali....I don't think so. Please go back to Vietnam, why in the hell did you come here in the first place?! Didn't we just have a war and my Mom's cousin died in it? Go back to China! Why are you here when your country is brighter, better, bigger and paying us Tariffs now. Go back to Japan Wakako. We don't want you here either. Didn't we like win a bomb over Hiroshima or didn't something like a mushroom happen in your bleeding aunts skin falling off national geographic black and white photo pictorial of I don't know the Holocaust victims daughter running down the street screaming. Why are you here? Japan! Why are you here? Why? Why? Why? I mean really. Why? I'm not a racist pig that hates gooks. Or is it kooks? Or is it Books. I don't know. All I know, is that God hates you in my fucking country. So get the fuck out! I'm sick of seeing you anywhey! So get to steppin. Take your pho, your boba, your three item combo, your Peking, Your egg fu young, your horse factory orange chicken, your thai tea, (okay I know how to make them so not to worry), and take your Jewish American Asian wannabe HaPA asses back to your own Tokyo and go to college there! Why are you here going to my university??? India???? Pune??? Hindu???? Why are you here if you are so much smarter than we are?? Why are you here?? Stay in Pune asshole. Stay in Pune India! Don't create little India here asshole. Don't allow these fag Italians here to call you sand niggers. Go back and stay there in your rat slum infested curry hating mongrol of Africa and China. Please go back there. You don't like it here. You hate black people. You hate white people. You hate Trump. You hate Christianity. You hate Judaism. You hate Hebrew colleges. You hate sex. You hate cows. Oh, I'm sorry. You love Cows. You love them so much your cousin has a cow in your backyard and you worship that muthafucker all day and all night. Listen sand nigga, I eat pig. I will eat that cow if I'm Hungry. So best believe. I will eat your cow if you leave her alone at night. I will eat her. I'm sorry. I'm not racist. I'm hungry. I eat pig and I eat cow. But when the Jew man, aw fuck this Jew man, I'm not vegan, I'm not starving in a concentration camp Dr. Oz. I'm not going to believe you anymore. I'm a beautiful AMerican. You're not. You're the new immigrant Hebrew doctor. You are such the immigrant hebrew doctor who tells everyone not to eat the 5 fat building principles. Guess what, that's for immigrants not Americans you dumb cracker nigger. That's for them. It's the same as when you go to that 3rd world middle eastern continent, don't drink the water! Well when they come here, they aren't supposed to eat our sugar, our crisco, and our hydrogenated oil. Well we can eat the hot dogs and not get sick. We can eat that mechanically separated shit and not get cancer. Only the Hawaiian assholes get stomach cancer from that shit and because they eat that truly awful shit called spam Vienna sausages and think its real hot dogs. But oh my God, they actually eat it raw. OKAY!? NObody eats  hot dogs raw . And no law abiding American is going to eat a little hot dog anyway. I mean I'm mad that the Dodger dog is really too long for the GOT damn buns. Why don't they make buns long enough anywhey! I hate HAPA. That's hate speech. NOT racism. I hate you HAPA. I hate you Jabbawockeez. I hate you, you half breed cat. Go back to your South Pacific Samoan retreat and leave Jay Mamoa and the Rock. That's all. That's my misogyny too muthafuckas! ( middle fingers both bitches)

I am not a racist  is wiggling in my teeth right now. I am a human. I am a human being and I have preferences, life experiences, and bias in my bones just like you do. HAPA is my weakness. I  want for nothing other than another HAPA to want pity from me so I can say all of the above slander right to their face. It is more than political objectification of a pundit assholes ideas. It is from my own personal experience of Catholic school Manila town betraying me right in my own house. It is my own experience of the Jabbawockeez hip hop dance crew at UC Irvine in the 90's and another rendition of that black exploitation denying me and my son entrance even as friends to their ninja car Fast and Furious knight riders with David Hasselhoff riding Kit in their front lawn of Monterey Park. How dare they not even want to be my friend, want to out compete my son on a test and then not allow me to dance with them even in hip hop when nigga I'm BLACK AND YOU AINT! So sick of Tommy the Clown and his RIZE angels allowing these little Jabbawockeez to even think it's okay to copycat our street dance. Go back to K Town Tom and Jerry? No! Go back to Korea and smell like fish oil there you half breed  kitten eating succotash! Careful with the likes of these half breed HAPA's from K-town California.They only want to uproot your personal desire to be nasty to Kardashians and Desperate Housewife TV shows only until they can return an already bought Gucci bag and dress with the tags in tow. This is the likes of the Jezebel that I once called the spinster of delight in my world. The one that each of us have. The one that is always the bridesmaid and never the bride. Then when she finally marries the man she is absolutely the gold digging arrogant asshole he deserved because he thought he was marrying a high priced mail order bride who would love him because nobody else would. I  am never going to allow anyone to say I am not a racist. I am. All Asians are stupid hillbilly redneck wannabes. Isn't that right? Lol. No.

Get it straight. Racism is not about hate or ignorance. It is about me not liking the way all Mexicans act toward life. It is about me not liking the way all Indians from Pune are bigoted toward Black people in American and I hate the fact that every time I meet one they think I'm one of them. Don't you see stupid that I am American African American Creole. I am not Indian, Hindu or Dharma. I am Eve. Not Steve. I am Mary, not quite contrary. I am your wicked nightmare of racism because I am not a Jewish Pundit from Hollywood delivering fake news to the left to protect the interests of Jews from ever being hated again. I am not interested in that. I am German. I am not Polish. I am not an Israelite. I am not your Jew friend who watched "Friends" and Beverly Hills 90210. How is it that each and every one of these characters are Jewish and we are not exploding with fire against the Hollywood elitist snob? No. The Hollywood film critic? Yes. The Hollywood film director? Yes. The Hollywood film producer? Yes. The Hollywood film narrator? Yes. The Hollywood film actor? Yes. Black people dominate sports. Well Jews dominate Hollywood and TV. While Ethiopians are quietly dominating parking meter structures and Koreans are rapidly taking over the Black weave industry complex of Indian hair of phony Chris Rock movies called, Hair. Really white women, you should see this movie. It will enlist anger in you to know that your blonde clip-ons really come from Indian girls in Bangladesh who had rabies, scabies, and lice and needed to shave it all off to get clean. All they did was put all the hair in baskets and wash it and then hand  tie it to the Koreans who sold it to the Trump American warehouse that distributes it to all the Sally's Beauty Supply stores nationwide. I am not a racist but with my tongue in cheek I get to exercise my freedom of speech to Amy and tell you exactly what I think of your Yale snail salon. I hear your two daughters are going to Harvard like your father went to Berkeley and taught my son Engineering. Why didn't your Japanese father stay his ass in Japan and why did he go to Hawaii? Did he fall out of the plane that bombed Pearl Harbor? I don't get it? Why did he then bring you and your 4 sisters to New York ChinaTown? Why? How is this American Trump?? How is this not immigrationosity Bill Maher? Why is it that HAPA gets a pass from American Racism Bill Maher? Why don't you make fun of her? Is Amy Chua actually assuming she is an American just because she was born here? Or are you a Jew immigrant yourself Bill Maher? Or are you preventing me from exercising my freedom of speech in hating the Jew commie bastard that got me fired just like I hate Amy Chua because my traitor best friend was a HAPA wannabe just like her and I actually think she is the worst child abuser in the history of the free world and I want to kill that bitch for being so mean publicly to her daughters. How dare you call your own daughter a failure and then say to the world Americans are substandard parents because we don't call our own daughters failures like you do. I'm sorry HAPA cat, I love my daughters. I love my sons. I don't call them failures. I put them in activities that they love therefore they will always be winners. If my son hated soccer, well guess what, he's going to fail in it. Right American PTA? If your kid loves to play the violin then by all means, put her in the local child orchestra. However, I would never put my short child in basketball Anne Marie because he will fail in the land of giants. I don't care if he's in love with basketball. That little Laker Spud Webb is the one and the only. We will not invest a dime into a sport that is built for college success. Meaning, don't invest thousands of dollars into club basketball if you know your child is not at least thin and taller than everyone in his grade by at least 1 foot. But guess what, why is it the land of giants Amy Chua? Why don't you ask your Jew husband. Why is it that Hollywood only wants to televise the Black man jumping and not the white man jumping. White men, short men, Indian men, and HAPA Yao Ming men can jump too Amy. Why doesn't the Jew man at the Fox Network want these fruitless men to play too? Why can't Jewish men play basketball too? Ask your Jew friend, what sport is dominated by Jews? What sport is dominated by white men? What sport is dominated by latino men? What sport is dominated by the world? What sport is dominated by white women? What sport is dominated by the nigger HAPA who fucked around and forgot the old black anthem....dont fuck with those white women nigga. Trigga. I mean Tigga. I mean Tiger. I mean Woods. I mean, when are you going to quit nigga. Jack Nicholson is not your friend and will never be your friend and neither will I. I don't care if you went to the high school my son should have gone too. I don't care if you were trained by Serena's daddy. I don't care if you think you are too good for Mulatto. I don't care if you think you are too good for even HAPA. Or are you? I think you should taste a little of your own Baby Phat. Russell, don't  hurt em . Mr. Simmons, maybe you want to be the ring leader for this spoken word of your new anthem brotha. Be humble. Be freaky. Be Moto. Be plus size for once in your life Mr. Simmons. Not plus height. Plus weight. Yo dick might want a taste of some meat brotha man. Yo dick might want to taste a little bit of HAPA ass. Check out Tiger Woods on top of his natural born hoe. Goomar. Or the insidious family betrayal of the righteousness of your infidelity with me. The real God. The real LL Cool Lips. The Apocolips of your dick mutha fucka. The APocalypse of your yoga vegan God. Join me in my dreams of the Apocalypse of HAPA and nail your daughters to the cross.? No. My sons are quadroons as well. They are rightful heirs of the legacy of American soil. They are American. Not Tyra Banks nigga. Keep her to the curb. Don't' entertain the likes of her anymore. Tyra is too tall for you. Keep her in your front and me in your back. Keep me in your front and Tyra in your back pocket? No. Tyra is American Gold. Baby Phat is nothing but a leach. A family heirloom that needs to be placed in the closet of hell for you and Bruce Willis. Applause. Three clicks up. Three snaps to the left and then pass that 420 to the right. Tyra is your rightful wife not Baby Phat. Not Damon, Not Mark, Not any real estate tycoon or home shopping network Jew. Remember, your daughters are the rightful heirs to your money. Not HAPA. She will own nothing in your empire. She will own nothing but fraudulent claims of bastard Africans. She will claim nothing but her Yao Ming height. Go back to the Jabbawockeez island Yao MIng Baby Phat. Go Back. Go Back. Say it again with me, Back to Back, Back to back, I'm going Back to back to Ktown, Ktown, K town, I'm going back to Ktown..naw...I don't think so.

So; Freud would say don't generalize your experience to all  people Nona . Not all HAPA are ugly Nona. Not all white people are dominant Nona. Not all Black people can hip hop dance Nona. Not all HAPA are gold digging mail order brides either Nona. I say, let's ask Tiger. Tiger, why did you marry a white woman, take her to London, and then say I will never marry Hapa again! Let's ask Polamalu. Why didn't you marry a black asian? Lets ask Dwayne Rock. Why did you divorce your Samoan princess for a white woman? Lets ask white men. What do you think is so hot about an Asian woman who is half white? Is she Christian like your mother and father? No. She's Buddhist. Does she like CHristmas? Of course she does. Hmmm. Why does she like Christmas if she's a Buddhist? Hmmmm. Well, she would say, "Because I'm American you racist whore". And then I say, " Who you callin a whore..lol" My mother is a hillbilly and a creole. Not a mail order bride from Korea war  or Pearl Harbor prostitute. How did your mother get here in the first place if she was poor in Korea? How did your mother get here in the first place if she was poor in Manila? How did they get here Hines Ward? How bout them Steelers...... Ya see America. You have to watch the movie Crash to understand how Yao Ming got here. No. Yao Ming is one of the finest basketball players in the world and so we stole him from Korea. Thats American. We bribed him to come here and made him rich, right Koby? But really, how did HInes Ward, Kimora Lee, and TIger Woods mothers get here if they were all poor peasants? How did all these Vietnamese nail salon owners get here when we all know good and well they all live together in one big house and all eat out of the same rice cooker and plastic bags all day long. Watch the movie Crash. And you will see Trump why Long Beach needs to be shut down for good.

As I degree my stomach of aches and pains, ulcerated disks and hip replacement whoas of my mother's phony charlaton martyr ways of my phony true stepford wife grandmothers house of cards, I will say this to my friend Cathy Baker who worked alongside me helping the caregivers of life in Colton, California. You are the only white woman of  ides that I respect. I have had many Layla 's, Sarahs, Emma's, Emily's, and Becky's in my life and to this day, Jennifer is the only woman who truly fucked me over and you are the only woman I ever supervised at work that I truly wanted to help. I truly thought of you as a racist pig like my drill team coach Katherine, but I also loved you like a sister because you were a mother like me trying to be a fair social worker like me too. I loved you like a friend and I wanted you to escape the lie of  unemployment infidelity of your husband like mine. The recession nearly killed your soul, your family's soul, and mine. I felt your pain of being chubby in the middle and wearing undergarments that hide the real baby fat that won't go away. When you suggested I wear them by simply pointing out that you wear them with no shame I thought, she is now my sister. I know you and your husband don't like black people. I know a person now that is so racist she hides under long sleeves and painted tattoo skin of snow white and paints her hair black so her skin will be way more white. She even named her daughter Snow. She is a licensed Psychologist, past the state licensing exam for psychologists and she is a card carrying klan member from Anaheim, CA. So bad her racism that my gay friend, Shawn told me to stay away from her at work because he knew she was a card carrying Democrat in Klan clothing. I was shocked because she reminded me of you. She was taller than me, had a liking  of me , and we sat together and talked about our kids, her pregnancy, she held my hand when I cried over my stress and I listened to her talk about her husband's barber business. She confessed to me the tattoos and I confessed to her my stress over my dissertation. I was in good hands with her. She was so very nice to me and felt the love from her heart. I also feel the love of you as I write this memoir of my life through God's eyes as you are the one who I spared when I layed off millions of people at the social work agency that Arnold the Terminator as our president red lined in his budget. Fucking prick immigrant. That one stroke of a red pen in his mexican whore's hand married to a fucking Jew democrat made millions of lives suffer. He is the true and realest German Nazi that he promised California. He worked for himself and his money and his Drago muscles and yes I was duped. I voted for his good looks too because at the end of the day, we are all Rocky fans. I loved my white racist Cathy from ICRC nonprofit. I loved her to death. I also loved my Jenny from the block when she was a Fly Girl. I also loved my spicola best friend Kisha who just wanted to be like me and be black and white and a dancers body. I loved my friend Layla who danced next to me for  years in sinc and with New Edition too. I loved my friend Layla because her racist mother told me to go to USC and not UC Irvine because more black people were at USC and yes her daughter could help me become a sorority sister in the white fraternity if I joined her as a song leader. I now know that yes, I should have gone to USC. I would have found a husband, I would have found more beachy girls to hang with, and I would have found a family member like my sister Layla 's sister Kitty. That's why I should  a could a would a been more successful, more pretty, more rich, and more debonair like my friend's sister Kitty if I had just gone to USC like she did. More importantly, if I had the pretty bed bath and  beyond living room set like Kitty with the picture of USC hanging on the wall with her beautiful portrait of her in her songleaders outfit next to her now husband who then wore a band uniform. I would be just as fantastic with gold and maroon photo frames that matched the beautiful white walls and beautiful cushioned couches and beautiful bed  bath and beyond matching kitchen and breakfast nook that I would always always always want but never have the yolk to gain inheritance for. She was that one for me. The one who got to have the MBA from USC, marry a rich boy from USC, and then work in a finance position in a bank in downtown Los Angeles but had the good moral fiber to leave the position and work for her father's wife's montessori school as the director so she could spend more time with her own new babies and then of course buy a house at $800,000 by the beach in 1998 and then sell it for $4million in 2005 and move to the Orange Curtain of Laguna Beach and not ever have to work again while her husband gets to be a great musician with the wherewithal to have never bought into the greediness of the whore black and brown people who lost everything in foreclosures and short sales because yes they only believed the white people who said don't get a fixed loan where the rest of us stupid morans got to lose everything, our jobs, our homes,our pride, and our bedrooms as we moved back in with our parents in shame while Layla 's sister Kitty got to live nicely behind the orange curtain with her vietnamese mail order indentured servant hired in to help with her three children as she sits pretty and skinny in her track home that yes costs over a million dollars. The same one that costs $400,000 in Rancho Cucamonga. But of course, that's too close to black people who are not me, not the Nona. We love Nona. We don't even think of her as black. She's half white. She's more like us. As long as she doesn't bite her lip when she smiles. Then she looks black and we become embarrassed to have her and her mexican husband at our wedding showers, weddings, and family christmas celebrations. Because really,  shes black and  shes the only black person we know at all. And it's really by mistake. She just landed on the same drill team as Layla in the 3rd grade and she really just became our friend because she was the best dancer on the dance team. Even today, the only real reason why we stay friends with Nona is because we've known her and her white adopted mother for centuries and our mother and her mother became friends for a short while and we decided to put them in the same nursing home a few years ago. Nona is still black. We didn't invite her to our wedding because she was black married to a fat softball player mexican. But Nona invited us to her wedding and yes we felt bad because Nona has friends from all walks of life. Not like our cousin Mary who married a dirty chunti mexican straight from Mexico. Nona's husband seems to be higher class and better educated. Well, Kitty, Layla would  a could of said, "Wow, we didn't think Nona was really better than we are. She's just our Nona. She's just our black friend that we dress up pretty like a doll and spoil with kisses and hugs in front of nobody but her when we see her because she loves me when nobody else will, which is why I'm usually the one who calls her to catch up. It's when I feel at my lowest. I know I can say whatever to Nona, buy her a gift of whatever discount and she won't be offended, she won't clap back  on me , she won't call me out, she will always love me. I need her because she will always love me no matter what. I love her so much when my husband is mean to me because she will just listen and never blame me. I love her children so much because they are whiter than she is and they really belong with Auntie Layla more than they belong with her." Am I paranoid Layla for saying this or am I a battered friend who always forgave you for your arrogance and show and tell when I arrived at your house where your successful attempt to make me feel bad with your perfect chandelier, perfect DIY landscaped backyard, and your perfect traveling salesman husband who actually does manage your money well and you get to always brag about how you get to travel to Hawaii each and every year when he makes his annual stop to sell Ice Cream for Dreyers to the 7 - Eleven chain out there. Or did I forget you now have a timeshare now there. How many times do I have to see your yearly photos on the airplane to Hawaii with your children in tow with their perfect little hair, perfect IPODS to keep them pretty on the plane, and your perfect knapsack with your perfect labels and your perfect Sister Kitty as your only complaint in life that you couldn't be rich like her. Well, you did have one major win in life. You are richer than me. Applause. You win. I give up. I quit. Martha Stewart is your God and DIY planet should do a story on your husbands tile in the bathroom, your sisters husbands construction company who redid your counters and kitchen everything, and you yourself who actually did grow the fucking pumpkin and the fucking watermelon from a seed for your pinterest teacher farm meetup group you fucking goody tooshoos that I can't stand. Pick a fucking voice is what they used to say about you in the 10th grade. Layla is so fake. Layla is so goody tooshoos. Why do you hang out with her? She is so fat. She is so ugly. She is so smelly. Why do you hang out with that white girl Nona? You are not white. You are not her. Why do you hang out with her? She is racist. Look how she treats you. Look how she hates your black boyfriends and treats them like gangbangers and treats you like a whore. You and her are so close but really she's using you because she wants to be popular in this incest ridden school and you are the sexxy one on campus not her. She's the one who dates older guys that want to push her around and you are dating the guy in our class. Then when you date the older black guy outside of school she runs screaming saying that guy is dangerous! And when you actually do get  preggers from that guy on something of a date rape drug, she actually does drive you to the abortion clinic and then ya know...always always always lets you remember, in her spirit, in her discourse with God when you arrive in her perfect spanked house, that she never forgets your cursed day in 1990 when you were 16 and she drove you to the clinic in her mother's red Sprint. Now Layla 's perfection of Martha Stewart and the frowny teacher who actually got to do co-op teaching with another teacher in a rich neighborhood which means Layla only had to work 2 days a week and earn a full time salary and share it with another teacher who worked 3 days a week in the same classroom, this way Layla got to be home with her beautiful perfect little purple pink baby girls who I adore to heaven and back and so does my son, Sonny. They love him so much they cry when he leaves and kiss him all over his face when he arrives each and every time. Layla is that mom that will bend over backward for me and my family to come to her newly designed backyard movie projector popcorn machine night cookout so that she can have Sonny sit in her lap and say, look what I did just for you. You get to watch  what ever movie you want in my backyard when you come visit me. We have  the big wooden playground set  that you can play pirates with our daughters, just you, not the older boy that you call brother who actually looks black, just you. because you look white and I totally claim you from your mother because really I never got to have a son and I really want you to buy mine. I actually want you to see that I bought you a basketball court for the backyard shenanigans as well and I also bought your mother a swinging bench for her to sit in when she gets too fat and I'm still skinny. I also bought your favorite, a huge trampoline with the netting so you won't fall out like your mother,that nigger, said happened to you at your old daycare. I'm white, so I have money, so I know better. So don't you want to cuddle with me? My stomach is perfectly skinny for you to cuddle next too. Not like your nigger mothers, she only has big boobs. I have big boobs and a flat stomach. She has a big ass stomach now and hee hee I make her feel bad each and every time you come over by just ending my living room tae bo workout when she gets here so she can see me in my work out outfit I just bought, yes, from Foot Locker. Not from Target like she does. I don't work out at 24 hour fitness like she does, That's for niggers, spicks, and chunties. I'm white. I have enough brains not to waste money on membership dues. We workout at home. We have all the gym equipment in the garage and I love my t-bow beachbody extreme P90X videos. They work like a charm. Just look at my beautiful body. I'm so perfect. She can't be perfect like me because she's black. I'm not perfect like my sister because I married an Oregon Duck and I'm just a UC Santa Barbara Alpha Phi. Oops, sorry Nona, I know I should have asked you to pledge with me since all the white girls from our drill team secretly decided to pledge Alpha Phi even the ones who went to UC Irvine , but alas, you're black, I"m not. You can't come over here. You don't like girls gone wild. We do. You don't fit in. You don't like girls who do Ecstasy and have schlaeger meister parties like the girls in the drill team like Amy, Ranila, and Sunshine Borrett. We all know Nona loves us but really, she's black. She can't hang out with us because to her, all we do, is just hang around the schlaeger meister and get shit faced off the beer keg and mosh pit in the living room with the poolside pool table and poolside dartboard, and the poolside jocks who just want to have the poolside Layla flip her hair and say, "Like totally rad dude, that wave was like totally insane You are the best surfer football player ever!". Yeah, Nona, the white guys secretly love you we all know,..hahhahahah, NOT! SIKE! The white guy you've loved since the 6th grade, that big tall Ryan Hairston, he's so not into you. Because you're black to him and his mother. No matter what you do we will never forget how you loved him so much we had to name you the "most boy crazy" in the 8th grade drill team. We love you so much Nona because you're like our little brown cherub. I just want to squeeze you so much. But yeah, go away now. I have to land a husband named Steve, or Jay, or Daryl. Not Jerome, Jerome, or hahahaha, Danny Sandoval. You messed up bad Nona Hall. At least you could have gone to a PACK 10 like we did and marry a big linebacker who went pro. Then we could have had you in the backyard get togethers with our real friends. But you and your husband are a little secret. Really just mine. My husband grew up in Hawaii and he understands my commitment to our friendship because he was the houle and he got called names for being white. So hey, you're black, he's houle he can tolerate you for at least a night where we all sit in the living room around the perfect tree with the perfect bunch of already wrapped christmas presents 2 weeks away from Santa day where my big handsome hubby gets to play like he's the Jew lawyer from the Stepford wives maniacal movie and I get to make a cup of vodka tonic for you both. And no, you don't get to drink Tequila or Bourbon in my house, that's that colored people shit. Sigh. Inhale. Exhale. Relief is coming.

So I say once again, to the Layla and Kitty of the world who treasure none else but to make your friends who earn less money than you and your breeder lifestyle does, both middle toes up pointed to the sky because each and every day I feel the orgasm coming on right now when I tell you this. You aint shit. You know who you are. You know your husband is cheating on you when he travels at the away game of life and leaves you home. You know he is incesting your daughters and your sister in laws. He knows how to spank your daughters and I know he is thumping on you behind closed doors as well. So do I want to have an eggnog homemade like Layla , or do I want the homemade noggin your husband gives his whore and you behind closed doors. That's how I sit back up bitch and say you don't win tonight or any night. Because at the end of the day bitch, yeah I'm black. And yup, Jerome has a big awesome maniac for a dick. And Daryl has a Trump dick. I guess your Russian. So in the ides of Bey: " Bitch I'm back, by Popular Demand. Y'all haters corny with that Illuminati Mess, Paparazzi catch my fly and my cocky fresh, I'm so reckless when I rock my jovani dress, I'm so possessive when I rock his rock necklaces....I dream it, I work hard, I grind till I own it, ... you know you dat bitch when you cause all this conversation, always stay gracious, best revenge in your paper". Snap snap snap snap snap snap snaps to the moons delight of power. Layla , I win all day every yay. Bye Felicia

In the moon of power and delight, this happening of dealing with a stepford wife x2 in the same family I must say has been a lifelong tragedy of errors for me because in the back of my mind I was raised to believe by popular culture, 90210, Friends, 16 candles, and Breakfast Club, that white people know best. So I always tried to be Martha Stewart, Baby Einstein, and Thomas the Tank Engine. We were definitely peanut allergies and no soda and ground turkey only. I tried to be Dr. Oz at my son's lunchbox, I tried to stay away from Mcdonalds and go to Pollo Loco instead. I tried to buy the grocery store deli chicken instead of pizza when I was tired. I tried to be so good with our eating out budget because I knew Layla and her husband were doing it so I could figure it out too. It's this lame brain way of thinking where I think, What would Layla do here. How does she always win? How does she always stay thin? I've had three children and plenty of time to lose weight. I work full time as a social worker. I should have time to exercise. Okay, I need to stop making breakfast in the morning and at least take walks so I can keep up with Layla . If she can stay thin so can I. Oh my fucking lord, I just left Layla 's house and her husband actually quickly made our whole family milk and spaghetti? I feel so horrible now. I can't get Danny to make anything. I have to work full time, make dinner when I get home and wait till the weekend to actually clean the house. Danny wont do anything. What am I going to do with Danny? What would Layla do with Danny? She would have divorced him. She would never have married him. I didn't marry a black man. Layla and her mother don't like black men. So I never ever had a white man approach me ever ever. I only had Layla 's husbands and boyfriends try and kiss me and flirt with me behind Layla s back at school and at the baseball games of life. I thought marrying a Mexican man would be the same as marrying a white man. I was dumb. I was 22. I was heartbroken from a black man who was a player. I never knew a man could lie and cheat on me. I should have. My Dad lied and cheated on my mom all the time. Why did I marry a Mexican man who would only hold up the stereotypes, each and every one of them. I was raised to not see color. I didn't see racial stereotypes. I didn't judge people by the character of their race. I judged this man Danny on the fact that he's a comedian. He makes me laugh. Hard. His brother makes me laugh even harder. I love them both dearly because we have amazing chemistry together  at these family get togethers. His mother treats me like I'm her daughter. I feel like I"m home with her. But Layla , he wont work. He won't Work. He won't work. I can't believe it, we have 3 kids and he still wont work. Our youngest is in school full time, why won't he finally go to work. I can't support this man all the time. Layla help me. Layla help me. What do I do? The recession is over and he still won't recover from being fired 10 years ago. It's just now that I see the family is Mexican and wont allow the men to be anything but Day Laborers and teachers. My hubby is a jock. Like our friends in high school Layla . He played baseball then went to the military and now our kids get to go to college for free on his GI Bill. Does that count for anything? Is this 3 year ordeal that I went through to make sure our kids got this entitlement  make me a welfare queen because we're black? Were Mexican? Why is it that each one of Danny's family members that are men don't work. THey are day laboring painters,wood finishers, trash men, janitors, and even the top of the heap waiting for baseball games to start at the local park to be a pickup referee for $50 a game. Why is it that all the women in his family are secretaries or bookkeepers? Why is it that the only fully educated woman is a distant cousin that became a social worker for parolees? This entire family has turned out to be nothing but slave labor for this country. While I slave away working two jobs to support my family and all the monthly handouts to his family poor budgeters and taco bell waste payers. I am so depressed for 20 years but how can I talk to you about this when you are so geared up to make your house spotless, perfect, higher than high from mine. Layla , can I come live with you? I have to divorce this man. He wont work. He's becoming a bully with my beautiful sons. Will you take care of me while I work and get my own house? I know I can't ask you or anyone because I trusted my Layla to be my best friend forever. I saved your life so many times when your father wrecked your soul, your body, your self esteem. I held your hand when you needed a friend. I held your hand when you needed to cry. I held your hand and now you don't even want me to sit at the dinner table. You don't even want me to pick up your baby. You don't even want me to meet your friends from college. Because I'm black. And your white and the most beautiful white woman I have ever met. I feel cheated for staying your friend. I feel cheated for not just staying with the black girls at Redondo Union HIgh School and never being your friend. You took up space in my life. You took up space in my night time providence of phone calls. You took up space in me choosing to be a dancer when I should have chosen to be a runner. I can run fast. Did you know that Layla ? Kristy did. She joined the track team. I should have too. I should have moved to Hawthorne with Kristy and gone to Hawthorne High SCHool because my Black father lived in Hawthorne. But alas, I stayed in Redondo because of you, your aunt, your sister, and your dance. You have ruined me from top to bottom. because you are my only white friend that tries incestually to outdo me. Each and every time. And each and every time, you make me feel like a whore. A loser. A freak. A messy mother. A gross party planner. A gross politician. A gross democrat. A substandard human who can't even keep paint on her office walls. I am a sinner in your eyes and you don't even go to church. I forgave each and every one of your descretions of rude bully behavior but alas in the end I came to you for help and you allowed your dog to bite me in the face and then yelled and pointed at your husband and said the bite was his fault for beating the dog when you weren't there. You are to blame Layla for having dogs in the first place when I tell you we have dog phobias. But each time we come over you have two big big golden retrievers who bite. Isn't that like an oxymoron. Or is that the reflection of their owners? Things that make you go hmmmmm? Layla I loved your like a sister, but when Trump asks why do people commit mass murder, it is you and this shit. Is it you that will make everyone haters of their own reflection in the mirror not yours. You are free and clear from this day forward to say, "I'm sorry, that's your problem not mine. I just did what they said you should do to be a good mother, I'm not a bad person." I say, you are the worst. You are the silent killer. You are the one who has no official best friend. You are the one who ruins the PTA and ice skating booster club. You are the one who is married to the martyr who makes all the money. You are the one who really does create terrorism in the minds of other white people too. Because let's face it, who do people sit next to at the tupperware party and talk with laughter with wine for me and them in hand, ME! Who do they shy away from? The tupperware queen who is you or the visiting negro to the party who is me? They always sit next to me. And you always get mad. It's about  being genuine Layla . Not phony. Not facetious. Our mutual friend Anne Marie is our worst dine and dash we have ever committed. I will not speak her name publicly but what we did to that poor victim of hysterectomy recovery,bringing her racist husband a can of beer just so he could have sex with his mistress while we tended to her stitches was irreparable damage to my soul. She is someone I wanted to get to know again after college. She was someone I wanted to get to know again after children and family. But you ruined it with your flirtatiousness with her husband in your white trash fashion. How did my white trash friend from elementary school turn out to be such a middle class trifling whore of a Jezebel. Oh yes, because I am God. I am the salvation for the universe and Lonely entertain the likes of the Jezebel until she is married with children and I can love her and then leave them. Killing me softly this Jezebel did own my soul for 35 years. I am blessed and honored to say I will not kill her children or her sister's children for her trespasses against me. I will spare her. But will the world? Martha Stewart? What have you created in your perfectionism? Terrorism among white women. We all need to never compete for Bed Bath and Beyond again. Throw away your need for DIY creativity and be plain for just a year. Take the stupid pictures, stock photo matted finished portraits of your dead relatives and just be the house. Buy a house? No. REnt a house? NO. BUild a home, yes. Go online and find the build a home kit and just build it yourself and let your neighbor help. Don't do it for the accolades or to  impress the Bob the Builder down the street, do it for your family because they need it. DOn't ever take a door and use it as a makeshift coffee table, take a picture of it with some weird filter and post it online for your asian friends to lust after because it looks like the DIY show. No one needs a coffee table. Everyone needs a place to put your feet up. Not a place for more java. Not a place for more wine glasses. Not a place for dust collecting books and photo frames. FUCK THE PHOTO FRAMES. For Pete's Sake, stop with the photo frames. Who cares about pictures. Who cares about pictures. Give up on keeping a picture and now that makes you middle class. You are not middle class. Middle class is a streak of education with fine linen and $300000 per year. Are you that? If not, if you teach, if you work in any way shape or form for the government by hook or crook, by police cadet to fire captain to non profiteer. If you are anything called a professional independent contractor you are working and classy at it. You are not middle class. You are not middle class so stop trying to quit your job and live on unemployment. Stop trying to live on unemployment. Stop trying to live on welfare for a little while. Stop trying to live on disability. Stop trying to live on retirement. Stop trying to live on TANF. Stop trying to live on free school lunches. Stop trying to live on your pension. Stop trying to live on social security. Stop trying to live on your disabled veterans stipend. Stop trying to live on your addiction program. Stop trying to live on foster care stipends. Stop trying to live on EBT. Stop trying to live on taxpayers money. So what happens when everyone just stops collecting money from the government period. So Laura Sandoval. So Maria Sandoval. So Charlaton. So Porsche Taylor. So Andrea Cooley. So Astrid Cooper. Why are you collecting government benefits if you are middle class? Don't you have savings? Why not? Why not? Layla saved her money and her mother's money. Her mother actually lives for free because Layla had her babysit her kids for free while Layla set up a savings account for her mother and put a monthly amount in there for her too on top of responsible contributions to her savings and TCREF teachers retirement. Why didn't we do that? Why? because Layla never ever ever goes out to fast food or restaurants. She's smarter. She's better. She's more brighter, whiter, and simply more gorgeous than any black or mexican family combined. Her milk is even better because she puts ice in her milk and her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard. What can we say about Layla other than she is not middle class either. She lives in Lakewood, CA. She lives in a 2 bedroom 1 bath home that is about 1500 square feet. She has a bonus room and a living room and a dining room. She has a beautiful front yard and back yard but the house is about 100 years old. She is a teacher that works part time and her husband is a traveling salesman for an ice cream company who just got laid off. Now Layla has to work full time for the first time and her husband gets to be the bitch ass husband who refuses to work all of a sudden. Karma's a bitch. But it's Layla who will commit suicide at the audacity that her husband's whore will meet him at his house during the day and fuck him on her couch that she reupholstered herself. Its Layla that will never stop bleeding when her sister Kitty starts coming over to help with the girls and Layla finds them on the couch fucking too. It's quarrelsome times when people like Layla will read this book and find some solace that they won't have to pay penance for simply their showmanship and arrogance. But alas, God hates snobs. And Layla , your husband fucking your sister is absolutely snob karma. So fuck on!

When life gives you lemons well make lemonade. When life gives you a bully, walk around him. WHen life gives you a dork to marry, divorce him. When life gives you a bully for a boss, quit and move on. When your father cheats on your mother, don't trust him either because he really cheated on you too. When your mother abandons you throughout your life because of her jealousy, leave her as soon as you are aware of it for it will never work out. When your brother never comes to family dinner with money in his pocket ready to pay for at least himself and he is fully employed, tell him to grow and pair and don't come. When your brother loses his mind and lies to everyone about being gay, don't trust him ever again. A lie is a lie is a lie. When your best friend lies about being a lesbian and only decides to tell you as she's dancing with a woman in a lewd fashion at a male gay club, then drop her too. A lie is a lie is a lie. If you have no trust, then leave. Be nomadic. Be Godly. Be graceful. Be ghost and leave that fag and that fagette. Leave that punk and that punkette. Leave all things that make you cringe. Leave all things that are darkness for you or your kids. Leave the nature of God  of me lust . If you need space in your life then take it. If you need space from somebody then take it. If you need to fake getting sick to take time off then do it. If you need to hug your kids then do it. Don't take no for an answer. Hug them until they pull away 3 times. Kiss them on the cheeks only. Not the lips. Never kiss your babies on the lips after they are 10 years old. For its a matter of incest and pedofilia in the mind of a child and it will haunt you later in life. A simple regular kiss might turn into an affectionate slow kiss by the child at age 12 because he is experimenting with the pleasure zones on his lips. However you are older and wiser and know that your son is a babe and you could really use a good french kiss again because the hubby's breath isn't pristine like my sons. This is the cost of having a son with a mother. I know. My son indulges in long hugs and I can't let go because I am divorced and I need a hug because I am human not because I am nurturing my son. My son is now 13 and he is all over me and I love it. But I will  need to commit treason to myself never. When he figures out that he loves a girl at the store he will push my hand holding away. And yes I hold my son's hand at 13. He is still my baby. Now when my 16 year old is massaging my shoulders in the market I say, "no" gently and then turn around and give him a nice motherly hug and then tell him to pick out any drink he wants. The level of hormonal activity with boys around their mother at the age of 16 and 45 is very dangerous. Especially when the boy is a testosterone filled running back for the local high school football team and I am a horny lonely divorcee and I love this boy more than a fat kid loves cake and he is all of a sudden super duper protective and territorial of little ole me in the market when a grown man passes me by. How do I do this? Do I sport my ring or my son? My son is a babe. He's hung low to the ground too thank you God! He is also a virgin and  allowing his little hormones to take hold. I am not kidding in the fact that he is now a virgin. He's never had a girlfriend. I say mothers, if you're child is having sex at the age of 16, you ought to shoot yourself and your baby daddy because you have failed as supervisory shields. No child wants to have sex until they are out of high school and away from home. The only kids thats do are the ones that are having sex with their parents. The only kids that are having sex at 16 with a boyfriend or girlfriend outside the home are the ones that were having sex during puberty with another family member against their will. This is how the sex drive is turned on for adolescence and the child is forced into a premature prenatural romance with another teen that will be pressured into having sex prematurely. That's not my child! Yeah right! Get a grip on reality and admit that teen sex is a trap. It isn't good for the soul or for the body in this day and age. Kids need to be independent, in their own dorm room, in their own apartment, and or have the wherewithal to check into a nice hotel, not some seedy motel. Gone are the days of the coat hanger girls getting knocked up in the back of the debutant Chevrolet that her big brother loaned her when he went off to the war. Those vietnam days are over in America. Girls are college AP ready and graduation for the University requires no babies in tow Stephanie. Why did you have that baby in your freshman year of college and stay in college and make all of us babysit for that little baby you named Stephy Jr. We had finals to study for too. Our professor walking around carrying your baby while you take his exam was just ridiculous. You needed to take a quarter off, then return home to Oakland and then have your mother watch that little baby girl not a bunch of black sorority greek sisters in the name of love really don't care about your baby, don't know how to babysit and truly didn't even understand how to use a bottle for anything other than a masturbation toy when your weren't looking. So please just drop out. College can wait until the baby is in kindergarten full time and you can stay home stress free and spend angelic time worry free with your baby, your baby daddy, and his family. Because truly, if you're not going to live with your baby daddy at the point of inception, you will absolutamente need to abort that unborn clot of blood before the 24th week. Catholicism and Christianity are a lie. You are not a sinner. Finish school and earn a good job and marry the man you love. Make a life long commitment to a family gender role then get pregnant? NO! Hell NAW! Marriage is the root of all evil in this country. But have a baby at a rightful age when you have the means to stay home, breastfeed the baby round the clock until 6 months old then introduce a bottle. And yes you stupid lazy fuck, your fucking la leche league baby will suckle, its fucking nature you stupid whore. You don't give up just because you're fucking pussy ass says, "It hurts, my stomach hurts, he's biting me". He doesn't have teeth you stupid whore. It's supposed to hurt, it's called contractions so you can get skinny again your stupid whore. Don't you ever give that baby anything but your tit until the age of 6 months. Then and only then will your lazy ass put your gutters milk in a bottle and let the Daddy feed that baby. Up until then, you will be the only living bottle that baby will get. You fucking whore. No bottles! And for God Sake, no fucking FORMULA!!!! It tastes horrible! Don't do it!! Have you tasted that shit? It tastes like pootie tang. You fucking low class whore. And then the people say, " Why is Autism a thing now, Why is ADHD a thing now?" It's because of baby formula. IT'S NOT NATURAL. I breastfed my little goats until they were like 1 years old and none of them have any diagnosis! You fucking whore! NO FORMULA! BREAST MILK ONLY. NO BOTTLES. When you can safely kiss your baby on the forehead and allow them to suckle your tit at the same time and cry tears of joy and Bird Box exuberation at the audacity that this little cherub would actually look up at you and smile with milk all running around his mouth and coo right back at you and grab your hair and swirl yours curls and then start smooching your boobs again, then you will know God is in the fucking breast milk and in your cunt. I say cunt because fuck this little devil baby if now I gotta put this fuck you baby down and go find that fucking sperm ejaculator and fuck the shit out of him straddling him on top and holding his little bitch ass down while I really get it in good. Cuz that baby just pussy popped mommy and now Mommy has to dick pop daddy. And yeah, you fucking whore, put that fuck you angel devil baby in the fucking crib! Don't leave that little angel baby right next to you on the bed just because she fell asleep hooker!

I need just a few more moments to just breathe in and out like the yoga man says and say namaste. I'm in a mood? Nope. I feel very strong about breastfeeding and I feel very strong about no more playstation, WII, Nintendo, Atari, X-box, and brilliant minds of any more APPs for my son's cell phone. As a mother I roar. As a mother I reign in terror. Gone are the days when the big bad wolf is supposed to be Daddy. Mommy has the gun and she is standing here right in your face you fucking bitch and I will pull the trigger you fucking cunt rat bastard. I saw the Godfather too. I saw the Blair Witch project and Paranormal Too bitch, yes I will Purge your ass in a second, in a heartbeat if you ever give my son a C again! Mrs Gardikas and Mr. Souders at my son's school both know what flame thrower means when I come stomping out of my range rover and have to deal with you! because truly, a woman should never yell. A woman should never cuss. HA! A woman should never get unruly. I agree. But if you fuck with my kid, I get to shank you! Because yup, it's just nature. His  hormones like trigger my  rigger and I get super powers that say yup I'm the grandiosity of your bitch? Nope I am schizo, I am paranoid, I am bipolar, I am that crazy bitch! If you ever fuck me over or my son over again I will torch your house, your sons house, your daughters house, your grandsons house, and your favorite aunts house in Montebello. Don't you ever fuck with me again! I will find you. Oh yes! I will find you. I won't stop. I will kill you. I will kill your unborn child. I will rip that son of a bitch out of your fucking stomach and eat that clot bitch! You're gonna threaten to call CPS on me? Go ahead! Try me. Try me.  How that jail cell feel in your job now? OH yeah, cuz I got you fired on purpose. How does that jail cell feel in your lackluster lonely bitch room where your husband left you? Cuz I punked that fool and called him out in front of a police officer bee atch. Next time you decide to pull a stunt like that on a woman just because I didn't call you back! Just because I didn't show up in court. Just because you didn't get the same TV I gave the other teacher. You're gonna call CPS because I took my family on a trip to Hawaii for 2 weeks without telling you but I told the  principle ?! Now that my friend from CPS has graciously given me a phone call and yes told me exactly what the report was and who made it you will be on solid ground with no one for the next 10 years bitch because I don't stop. Yes I will stalk you. Yes I will punk you in front of people. Yes I will be your worst nightmare at PTA meetings. Yes I will get you fired by promising the principle that yes she can keep her job if she fires you because oh yeah, bitch you forgot I am the PTA president! I do control your budget! You will never ever ever ever ever be a real nigga till you speak to my real alter ego named Bonquisha! Uggghhhhhhhhhh! I hate teachers and in the name of love I hope they all rot in hell! And if you are reading this and saying, "Oh my I love that teacher, I'm so sorry you had that problem." You can kiss my ass too and I'm going to laugh all the way to the back when your kid actually gets an F from that teacher and you're sitting pretty wondering why you didn't sign my under petition to kick that bitches ass after school when we all slap hands in the PTA way and follow that bitch home and beat the shit out of her in front of her own kids who live in Cerritos. Now what bitch! I hate you!

From this point I can breath again. I say all teachers who think they are the salvation for a child and that the parent is the problem need to rot in hell. I fucking hate my teacher mother and my teacher friends who complain about their students being spoiled, disrespectful, or rotten. I fucking hate you! How can you complain about being a teacher? Quit! Don't you ever work another day with innocent vulnerable children again who have no choice but to sit in a class and be under your fat stench every day! You are the most cowardly profession of all time and you are probably a spinster or a retired mother and grandparent who now think it's okay to spank a kid because he doesn't call you Mrs Henter anymore because the school told him it's okay to call you Mrs. Katherine. How dare you get a scowl on your face because the kids ask to go to the bathroom too much or you get upset on Open House day because now you have to deal with all these fucking parents asking you questions. If you can't handle the joys of being around my children and my kids friends and their parents you can go rot in hell and do it away from my kids school all together. You are the reason for terrorism in American. So go rot in the hell of your damned basement and keep masturbating on your diploma from the University that enabled you to just regurgitate a book written by the government and hand out tests written by the government and color with crayons and chalk to a bunch of ugly rat immigrant students? No. To a bunch of ugly smelly rotten kids? NO. To a bunch of meal recipients? Yes! because it's you Charla who complain about your students every day being spoiled rotten brats who are out of control brats on welfare? No. Who are private school rats whose parents complain about Kwanzaa? No, whose parents complain about Christmas vs Hanukkah. That's the quality of education at the private school of Dorothy Dandridge? No. That's the quality of school that Chadwick school in Palos Verdes, CA offers. This is the school that you complain about the kids being so entitled yet you are the teacher making them feel entitled by giving into the threats of Jew parents and Gay parents to play a sticker of acceptance on your doorway and ensure without a doubt that Hanukkah be sung at the Christmas recital instead of Kwanzaa This little light of mine. I hate this quality of education be the one that stomps you out of the system of quality of one. But you are the reason that we are broke and busted in America. You are the reason that we are broke and busted. You are the reason we are broke and busted. It is the idea that women can work. It is the idea that women can be principles. It is the idea that a black woman can be a principle of anything other than the welfare recipient. It is the idea that a black man can actually be a band director. Here in the California beaches or in the Southern Battle of the Bands. It is the idea that the Black Man like Mr. Oneal can actually be my father's best friend and Mr. Adams actually be our house guest once a year and none of them invite us to the ALumni house at these black drumline colleges for dinner because my Cain father is too low on the totem pole of Black Bands. Why O'neal? Why Paul?WHy do you think you are better because you have a band that has 300 students and my father has a failing high school bando f30 black and Mexican boys. Why Charlaton is it okay for your to burn incense in your music classroom and its not okay in my sons public school classroom because the little Trumpster rat bastard will call it crossing your stench of spirituality with our freedom from religion in the public school classroom. This issue of classrooms of America As the end all be all of American Jews saving the lives of children who don't have good parents who fully and completely incestually  supporting their children and you must be the one to guide and mentor your students is over. You are the whore Josh Sanders, Mr. SOuders, Mr. Thompson, Mr.Peacock, Mr. Mulligan,and Mr. Ammentorp. You are the reason why American is so broke and busted. You are too. You are not rich, You are not famous. You are not anything but a basketball teacher.You are nothing but a basketball coach. You are nothing but a coach. You are nothing special but a babysitter of teens and children. You are nothing but a swimming teacher, not even a football coach. You are nothing but a water polo coach Mr.Rubke. You are nothing but a Football screamer and baseball coach Mr.Ammentorp. And why the fuck must I call you by your surname?! I'm not your fucking student. I'm a fucking parent and you shall have nopower over me you cock sucker. I will never call you by your last name. I don't ever call my neighbor by her last name. I don't even call my sister Layla by her last name and she probably wants me too because she is s socialist pig that loves the school teaching gig she gets to prostitute as a real job. Teaching primary, secondary,undergraduate and postgraduate is breaking the bank of socialism and stock film of social media sites of baby terrorists because you ARE the bully! You are the dictator that makes them feel bad, that shames them everyday. You are the reason why terrorism is so lushious to a victimized kid. You are the reason why that kid will find the teabagger at the school and the guy who keeps shooting him mercilessly on Fort Night, Black Ops, and Overwatch. I say let up on the whole idea of Grand Theft Auto being the antichrist and kill the teachers of America on Minecraft. Perfect secret ending to a perfectly harmless game you fucking retarded London accent youtuber that thinks it's okay to pedofile kids for hours about how awful your life is to a bunch of kids zoned out on classical music watching your Minecraft narrated game. All the while you want to take my place as their parent cuz your video lasts 2 hours long? What houndhog are you? Are you a lonely gay man?  Are you a lonely bastard? Are you the bastard Snow that wants to end my life as a parent? Why do you want my 10 year old to watch your grown ass play mindless minecraft? Don't you have a girlfriend, hobbies, a job, a life? Anything? Why does my kids  understand about how to start a youtube business and  doesn't get perfect grades at school?

Why Jew man? Why Black man? Why White man? Why do you allow video games in your house? Why did you understand that Donkey Kong was for Sunday afternoon and Pop Warner was during the week? Why  Mr. Nathaniel would you allow your wife to attend all the pop warner basketball games while you work? What since does that make? What sense does it make that we all have Ipods in the house and that makes the computer and TV irrelevant and now we decide to turn off the cable bill for the internet bill? What scene does that make Patty Villa-Russia? Why is it okay mIllial mom wifey to just stream  some off bait clickbait on your computer hooked up to your smart TV to avoid the fees of spectrum or satellite just to say we're smarter than you because I can watch it free? Why millennial mom wifey do you think it's okay to work on a picnic table with bright colors and a laptop and your lunch box and your purple eco friendly charity thermos and your haughty arrogant attitude about feeling entitled to keep your social media on because you truly know it's gotta be alright because my mom and dad would never dare take this away from me. It's called privacy, duh. You cocksucker HAPA 30 something coworker under my left tit. How does it feel now that you have two kids and a deadbeat husband while your UC Berkeley Masters in Social Work means nothing more than you burning your bra at school and being sold a bill of goods that college would earn you more money than the shift manager at McDonalds. Well, sorry. Your domestic violence hotline lesbian job is minimum wage and your husbands once a year paycheck for a song he wrote for Fortnight is actually paying the bills or at least paying his drone 420 habit while you run around still glued to your instagram account posting pictures of what???? You still wear those wannabe gothic? No? Wannabe emo? No. Wannabe smart poindexter glasses driving your little smart car that you feel so smart cuz the only complaint you have in life is where to plug in your devices and your car you fucking prick. Grow up, slow down,and smell the roses. Oh yeah, you grow your own 420? So?! Who the fuck smokes pot at 35? Are you fucking crazy? Are you serious? Are you for real? Nobody is smoking pot but your deadbeat husband who won't work and your deadbeat father who didn't work. You need to stop pretending like smoking weed is cool. It's not. Snoop isn't even smoking weed at home anymore. It's gone. It's done. It's not cool. No child left behind babies born around weed will be calling the CPS. Even though they wont do anything, please believe me, your child will be left behind because not only does their skin wreck of this chronic shit but so do you. I don't care Erin that he does it and not you.I don't care that you've threatened him and he still won't. I don't care that he only does it at home and in the car. Your two babies are smelling that shit! And one in a Million will one day say, my dick didn't grow or produce good sperm because you believed that prick Religiosity and smoked the kool aid. Your smart huh? Your cool huh? You're cool because you can download the app huh? Your cool huh cuz you wear good will huh? Cuz you don't ever pay $50 for a t-shirt?! Well what do you pay at the dispensary? What's your weekly habit cost you? Or is it just your man that smokes? Or is it just the

Immigrant that smokes weed after college and keeps the black man smoking his post slavery complex away. What if all black men gave up weed Bill Maher? What might the black tax look like then Mr. Jew man? What if all Millennial women who are white and black never drank whiskey or wine ever again? What might they achieve? What if people actually just had sex every day and ran a mile and sat in a sauna after a dip in the pool after the best and biggest sex of their life? Do you think weed would be necessary? What if homosexuals were not a thing anymore and nobody who called themselves gay ever smoked cigarettes again or drank whiskey or peed on parking structure walls in the Hamburger Mary's? Jahmayne! Why are you gay? Why are you gay? Why are you gay? Why in God's green earth would you tell me not to smoke weed and get lifted when you are drunk off your ass every Friday night at the SPlash night with your lesbian friends and beards. Why Jahmayne? Why? You are fit, you're a boss, you're a messy mess and I was willing to fix your bright light. I was willing to show you my breeder lifestyle and be your friend,include you in my family functions,and introduce you to normal life. Why would you deny that? Why would you say never? Why would you say I hate breeders? Why would you say nobody is gay friendly but lesbians and then have the audacity to call me a lesbian in front of my children. Why Juhamayne are you so simply immature at the age of 45? Why are you so juvenile? Why are you so selfish? Why are you so offended so easily. Why are you so easily offended and demand that everyone stay politically correct around your gay pride and gay parade and gay mothers asshole who beats her so badly that you remain gay? Why is it that your childhood won't go away? It's not real anymore? No it isn't. The past is over? Stop being rude.Stop being a bitch ass girl. Stop being a rude bitch ass girl and stop using profanity everywhere you go and stop being mean to everyone at work. Your light is so bright. Your light is powerful. Your light is so kind and compassionate. You knocked me off of my feet. You're the best dancer I have ever met. I watch your youtube videos all the time. But why do you have to wear stiletto heels to dance and why do you want to dance like a woman? Why? You're a man? A strong healthy fuck you vitality man! Your muscles are not the bomb anymore. Your gass ass should have gotten the hint that I could have rocked your world. But no. You want to deny your natural tendency to fuck a woman like Michelle who's the fag hag but you fuck me because I'm the MILK whose going through a midlife crisis. Well, dude, when are you going to wake the fuck up and realize that the only reason that you and Sean like to fuck is that you are actually scared of women. You know, the real women who all had prom dates and you were too scared to ask the girl next to you in chem class to go when she pretty much was begging you to ask her, but nooooo, you were too scared. So you stayed home and so did she with her pretty fingers in her Dad's hair and your pretty fingers in your mom's hair down below. I mean when are you going to stop fucking you mothers who is the whore in your mother fucking Jew ass life. Like when are you going to realize that being homo is not a thing anymore. It's like an ancient thing that nobody really cares about anymore. Like, just accept that you're body is rock hard now not for the dude at 24 hour fitness but for the mame between my legs whose pretty much saying you can tame her if you want. But you act like its the fucking prom dude. I'm pretty much the same breeder right? The one who says you have to be the one to ask. And you put your gaytard fucking tale between your legs and let Shawn ask first.

Ya know, the one who actually knows how to kiss a girl without making her remember he's gay. The one actually told me he's bisexual and has a crush on me. The one who actually told me that it's hard to keep his hands off of me. THe one who actually told me that he wants to have sex with me twice. The one who actually enjoyed the workplace spark of romance and sexual tension that I was actually beggin for with you. But you are way too gay and too big to actually see a good thing when you see it. No. You actually know, you actually know. You actually know you cock sucker. That your mother coming to me and sending me roses at work was not just an accidental curse. You fucking coward. That your best friend trying to be besties with my best friend was actually you, you asshole. That whole thing with your fucking latin lover actually wanting me to dance salsa tango with me and then choosing you to fuck with me actually was you posing, you fucking teenage poser. I hate you. You fucking Creole Dwayne Johnson wannabe. I am the one you should have chosen, not that Latin Lover. You could have a real woman who actually  has cushion for the pushin. Who actually has proven to life the times that my meat factory works. I produce babies that work muthafucker and you know your dick got all hard with my babies running circles around your dick hard old tired Track star wannabe ass from the Al b. Sure 90's. You're the same age as me and I know you better than anybody on the planet. You're my best friend? No. I don't even know you and I feel like you're my brother. That's all I said you cock sucker and you all of a sudden wanna dirty dance and fuck freak me on the floor of your gay parade club night. Why? I didn't ask for all of that. Then you want to get all mad cuz your latin lover wants to dance with Creole ass? What the fuck?  Are you like being all testosterone on me? Who the fuck do you think you are? You are not my fucking ex-husband! You are not my brother or my best dude friend who thinks they can play the macho role with me. You're supposed to be gay! How in the hell do you tell me not to wear a tight dress to the party and that I'm supposed to be home and not out late like all serious and shit! Shawn understands that yes we have a romantic attraction and yes we stay hugs and smooches and maybe a squeeze but more to the point we talk about like grown up mental health practitioners you fucking Director of nothing but your fucking fear. I can't stand that you are actually called an adult. I can't stand it that you actually call yourself a bachelor. You are 45 years old and you live alone. You think that's cool? NO! You have to understand that I fucking hate you. I heard a song and I say it was written just for you, " I dont give a fuck about you!". Or how about this one, "Who the fuck do you think you is? I ain't yo average everyday bitch boy!" God says, you wont get off of my dick because we were supposed to change the world of mental health together.But I say, God you fucked me over good because this guy is gay. I mean really gay. I mean like Fem gay. I mean like short dick gay because he doesn't use it gay. I mean like bottom gay. I mean like I don't know what the hell my estrogen was doing around this lacking in testosterone muthafucker. I am so over this punk. I am so over this midlike crush asshole that I actually went home and said, okay, this asshole husband is actually the worst husband any woman can ever have. I need to get a divorce. Not because of this gay asshole, but yes...because I fell for a gay dude I was so unhappy! Yes, You stupid tramp who actually fucks the boss lady and pretends to be straight, brings a lesbian beard to the christmas party then actually has sex with her and then actually says your in love with her then actually says you have a crush on a video vixen pinup barbie doll kind of coworker then actually has the audacity to be girl around everyone else then try and act all manly when you get around me then have the audacity to shake my real husbands hand all hard like what your a dom now? You're not straight now? I can't believe I had to go to like a fucking real psychic ike 6 times to spank the voodoo of your gay ass off my stank coochie because she was all fucked up over you you fucked up piece of shit you fucked up piece of road kill you fucked up piece of ass that only a man whore from Puerto RIco would love. OOps, I'm sorry, you mean a HAPA fag hag would love at the age of 48. I fucking HAPA but I wish you the best with your travel buddy. I wish you best with your fag hag. Just keep her the fuck away from me your fuckingman whore. I am not done. You actually allowed like 15 lesbian women and men attack me at the gay club and then attack me on the social media hound then attack me on the water in a simple day out at the beach. Your tribal affair of Framily is so sickening to me. You are nothing but a king. But then I realize you are nothing but King of the Misfits. You are nothing but a king. You are nothing but the king of the misfits. You could have been a king. You could be straight. You could be with me. You could be a normal step father. You could be a normal fucking contributing active member of society with real New Years Gumbo and real Christmas. I don't care if your birthday is on New Years and oh my god, at 45 years old, you still need to go to Vegas to actually celebrate every single year? On New Year's ya know what your ass should be doing? Sleeping with your kids on your bed and having them wake you up to watch the ball drop in New York while they sing and dance with each other while you actually  be the adult and kiss your wife in bed and kick the kids out of the bedroom while you reign in the new year the right way. But oh well, I guess I have to just divorce this asshole and say to myself, I actually have to say to myself, GOD SAVED BY THE FUCKING BELL of divorce. I am free. I am amazing. I am beautiful. I am like a doctor now. I am like a MILK on fire right now and all I want to do is have sex with the next rump to the next dick yo. And guess what, my shit is so tight, my shit is like so Mexican  asshole tight right now. I can't wait to emerge as the world's highest, grandest most amazing love of the amazing world of dating. My life is wonderful. Yes, but women. If it's time to have sex, don't get your feelings hurt when you get attracted to a gay man. Just let the man break your heart and thank god he actually stimulated your libido back to life and now you can actually find a real black man to fuck yo shit up! Find a real Shack man to fuck yo shit up. FInd a real man that will pay the bill, take yo virgin ass to the bathroom then ask the attendant to leave and give him a 20 dollar bill then fuck the shit out of yo tight ass then ask you to please escort him back to the table. So he can order your half alive ass some wine to have with dessert and yes he will be paying the babysitter and he will be giving my oldest son a Track lesson this weekend so he can actually be on the varsity team next year and not stop at the Junior Varsity team. Please remember MILFS, don't date the guy who ended with the Junior Varsity track team. Bottom squeeze, only comes with the Varsity Football team playa! Atta baby. Rock mommys shit. I got  yo back now. I don't care if you're married. I need my pussy popped like right now. I need a man who has the confidence to actually rape me the right way in the bathroom at Marmalade not want to take me for brunch.I need a real man who has a long wide rumor, not short fingers and short feet and short legs. I need a real man who will actually be the man to show me that a rebound is a lie. His dick is the truth. I need a man to say, " Do you want to lose weight? You look like you need to lose weight?  What you got about 30 pounds of divorce weight to  lose baby ?" As he's unbuckling his belt and sizing up my ass and my belly for his dick. "I can help you pump that belly for ya, I can help you pump that belly for ya. I can help you pump that belly for ya, can I work you out baby? Can I work you out baby?". And um....yes, MILKy MILF's, please yell, YES!!!!! Yes you broke black muthafucka, you ugly bastard, you fucking asshole, I want you, damn I need this shit, damn I need this shit, damn I need this shit, then squeeze that piss and yo cumm all over his dick! Please dont be pretty, don't smell nice, don't be easy, play it ruff, bite that lip nigga, okay? Bite that cheek, okay?! Bite that ear, okay?! Then let his strong ass put you up against the wall trigger and yes I don't care if he's riding you in the women's bathroom, let that shit happen, he's strong enough. Make it  happen trigger . All you have to do is tell God, I want that one. Then I want that one. Then I want that one. Then I want to go back to the Gay one and say, what happened nigga? Are you still running from AIDS nigga? Are you still crying about your lesbian friends mother cutting her off? Are you still crying about being a spinster on New Years day? I'm sorry. I have a man. I have 3 men now. I had 4 men my whole marriage. I just didn't fuck any of them. I didn't kiss any of them. But I guess I did tease each and every one of them to fruition. I love working around doctors and psychiatrists. I love working around Pop Warner Dads. I love working around CAADE counselors. Hahahahahaha. That's it man. I'm done. Like for real. Phew. God, please end homosexuality. None of them need to marry each other let alone any real women or men. Lesbians should never be a thing anymore. Gay people should be ended now.. Thank you! I need to steel a new boredom and that's the real deal. The need for a new president to allow gay marriage. Yawn. Who cared then. Who cares now. I don't. Obama did you a sweet favor? No. We can all see that. Obama just set something up for you all to vote for him once again and it worked. because let's face it, Obama got elected by Jews and fags and that's it. Black people apparently voted for Bernie Sanders? No. They voted for Trump. And yes, so will I next time. Nope, I can't believe it. No one I know except the stupid white washed immigrants voted for Trump. And of course Dukes of Hazzard and Forrest Gump. Oh and Girls Gone Wild and the frat boys of Revenge of the Nerds. Oh and let's not forget the Ku Klux Klan of the Jim Crow Era who now live in the Alabama nursing home down there in Laguna Niguel called Leisure Globe. So, let us pause to remind ourselves that yes each and every person in this God forsaken country voted for Obama to win yet he almost lost. Each and every person voted for Hillary except the aforementioned minority elite yet she almost lost. I mean she almost won. Oh shit, she has emails, she has a dick, and she looks like your 6th grade school teacher so she must not what the fuck she's talking about right, Layla? Right Christy? I mean who is this bitch anyway who thinks she can be president. Girls Girls Girls aren't allowed to be anything but school teachers, ice skaters and dancers. RIght Layla? RIght Lisa? RIght Amy? I mean would a boy dare to make a clothing line of autumn scarves and shelving for our cabin  in the New Hampshire? Nope. Only the girls. And if she dares to do anything but that stupid Pinterest party planning shit she is a known felon, a known dike, and known basketball softball water polo ball throwing lesbo! Right Josh? I mean if she isn't a black barbie doll she isn't actually really acceptable as a black. Even if the doll is a mulatto or a latina. If she's not a Barbie doll thin with a Kardashian wig and a Black China waist cincher she aint allowed right white boy? RIght Youngster? RIght homeboy? Are you my homeboy still? Oh yeah, no you're not. Oh yeah, your allegiance to the white people of America who destroyed a black mother of a boy named Trayvon destroyed our friendship. Your need to defend the Trumpeters and Tea Partiers destroyed each and every ounce of respect I had for you and your brother. And gosh! I actually felt like the two of you were my family too. I mean I did forgive you like a million times for loving Bush Jr. But when you actually said the black boy deserved to die for having the audacity to walk down the street in his aunties neighborhood before you had children of your own, I said this is not racism. This is a Jackass still trying to impress his uncles. I truly thought you were one of the good guys. Now, looking back I see how we aren't the problem, it's Facebook. Because I know you're not that stupid to share that racist meme Anne Marie. But damn, I know you're still hanging out with your volleyball team and your softball team from high school. And damn, that Eileen isn't the racist either. But why is Kristy racist? I gotta find this out. I mean,they both have black half breed children. Why do they think it's okay to share racist memes on facebook and why is it that Anne Marie is liking it the most? I gotta say, Darnesha, when you called me just to say, "Hey". I thought wow, I know we were friends like hundred years ago, but, "Hey". And then to hear the only reason you were calling me was to say, "Did you see that Anne Marie is a racist on facebook now?" ....stunned.... Hold on spinsters. I mean Darnesha. (to my innervoice) I have like three kids to feed, a husband to yell at, a bank account website to throw up all over, and a bed that has become my voodoo priest now; you're calling me to gossip? Like in high school? Like at 38 years old? Do you have kids? .....no...you don't. You have like you yourself and your son. Your only single mom status of getting knocked up and nobody knows who your baby daddy is but your mother and apparently your new boyfriend who won't marry you. So, I say, " Umm yeah,I say that. I don't think she's a racist but I was stunned to see the meme and all the old high school gang being stupid all over it." and she says, " Nona! You have to see all the memes these white people that we grew up with are sharing publicly all over facebook calling Obama a gorilla and his wife a wetback! Even that little Kristy is calling her half black daughters, " Her baby niglets". I'm going to unfriend them. I can't stand this. They are so white now. They are so white now! I never thought we went to school with racists! I feel like crying!" As I'm looking at the facebook site a little deeper I find, "Hey listen, these girls we've known since we were in the 7th grade, but we haven't seen them since 1992. They didn't go away to college. These are the girls that stayed in town, got knocked up right after high school, got a job at the Rite Aid and the AIrport and are still working right there! So yeah, they're stupid. This is the difference between college educated and college prep students. We are way more wise and strong and worldly. Yeah, we all got bashed in by the housing crisis and we all loved seeing each other at the reunion that Sarah got together at the last minute because Gillian totally flaked out in coordinating like her ASB Class secretary contract told her too. But remember, we all got shit faced together and were all  loving on each other. They aren't like hateful KLan dragging white people like my cousins in Alabama are, or at least their neighbors are when I'm not around. But hey, don't worry about it. Just get off facebook all together. That place is fraught with spiritual warfare. It's a stupid picture of a gorilla with Michelle Obama's name on it. THey are so stupid and ignorant and this is the reason why all my kids are doomed if they don't take AP classes and leave town to go to University and not drop out of the local community college and become the local $45, 0000 a year postman and local shipyard redneck. Even at the beach, these factories are full of the kids we went to school with. So don't worry Darnesha. Conchita and Yolanda I'm sure are going to see it and probably think the same thing. But hey, don't you feel better that we aren't like ladies football players and hard  hat wearing bible  belt carrying  gun toting  gun promising and  gun defending white people who live in the only place on earth that actually hates white people all together, California! The bluest state in the nation? The most gayest, most Kike, most Yoga, most Hindu scholar, most Japanese Hapa, most mestizo and most insufferably black middle class of Inland Empire area of the deserts. We are the majority and the whites are the construction contractor middle class of nowhere. They are the working class now. They are the poor now. They are the rednecks of Jason Rad, and Cassie Turner, and Layla RIce. I am so upset at nothing. Only watching these old high school kids trying to be cool in front of the ASB kids, the band kids,and the honors kids who all went to college, who all own houses now, who all travel the world now, and yes who all are now bed bath and beyond experts like our dear friend Jen who works at the TV station in San Diego who really got knocked out the box with her Journalism degree and the Josh Turner who actually won most likely to succeed and he actually got accepted to Harvard and Yale and became millionaire by the ripe old age of 35. These are the summerset mountains of Facebook that we all grew to know and disbelieve as elections of black men and women showed us that racism is still alive but it is different. Or is it? Or is it that Redondo Beach Mariners became a Jew running dance team that only loved to dance disco until its righteous coach became a goomar herself and her tenure as dance moms hated coach end because really Donna Summer is dead. She hated MC Hammer because he's the one who thought rap music was jungle bunny music and hated that all the white girls loved Hip Hop music and actually could dance. I  stared her down once and got sent to the principal's office for  hating on a dance coach. She stared my father down once at the band boosters meeting that challenged her goomar  status with the Band Director and won a standing ovation for having the wherewithal to challenge and win the big black man in front of his white wife. So yes, white hippie women have learned that they are more superior to the black man because he will not hit her in public. So she takes her turn yelling at him like her father yelled  at old yeller just to feel the power of something even if it is over a dog. Right Katherine Henter? Kitty Henter Larson to be exact? I aint done with you, how many times did I tell you I did not want to participate in the dance drill team anymore after the 10th grade. Why did you succer me telling me I was going to be captain when you knew your own daughter and niece were on the team and wanted that position so bad? Why Kitty? Why did you want me there when you were a hater of me and my kind of blackness on your drill team? Do you know I was called every name under the sun by the little midget of a mom that we all knew and loved to hate? She called my mother's answering machine and said. "That little nigger should have been left to rot in hell for I will never have my daughter next a nigger captain like that!" Why did she do that? What exactly did I do to earn that hate? I barely knew that lady and I knew her daughter was at best a horrible dancer and a kiss ass but not at all hateful like that. So what I learned is that hate  in the racism kind of died with the hippies and the good ole boys mechanics and joe the plumbers of the world. But the racism in my generation, the MTV of the 90's New Edition and New Kids on the Block generation is quite more innocent and stupid. Right? It's one thing to be mad your son didn't make the volleyball team and call the coach a nigger to your wife because your all mad. But it is a very different thing to call him a nigger to his face these days? RIght?  Like totally gnarly dude right? LIke I would never do that bro...I have black inside me bro. I love hip hop, I need reggae like a religion, Bob Marley is like me hero dude and I love 90's hip hop. I'm the coach of my son's little league team and Dwayne and I grew up together and we have all our kids on the team together now. I would die if his kids left my team. My team would fall apart. And that's not racism, that's just a fact bro. His kids are great. My kids are damn good too. There's no hind legs going on in this ball club bro. Everybody works hard and earns their spot at the plate just like we did with Mr. Ammentorp. Dude I hear Jody's kids are great at Pop Warner. I'm like that's awesome bro, I want to go see that little brother play so bad because I want to see Jody run again like that little monkey did when we were growing up. I love Jody. I would love to be close friends with him again like we were in junior high. I love that guy. In fact, he didn't even care when we called a little monkey. He was so funny! We all called him a little monkey. He was so super flashy with all the little mexican hotties. We were embarrassed to be white boys around all the mexican beer and papas girls. I want to go back to Tijuana and bring Jody to Senor Frogs so we can all get laid. HE was awesome with the  honeys . I am not racist bro. I love my black friends. In fact, my sister dated a black guy at work and I told my Dad off for saying the n-word when the guy left the house. I  am like totally not racist. I mean I"m not like voting for that rat bastard terrorist Saddam Obama the nigger lover or anything, hahahaha, but that's low key sarcasm bro for politics that's not how I really feel about black people. In fact I just sat down next to my buddy at work for the 100th time and bought him a sushi roll for the millionth time because he always just brings a lunch that his little kid makes for him with a little capri sun and oreo cookies. I always feel like shit eating my big subway sandwich everyday knowing I need to save money and he seems to be winning big time with just bringing a lunch everyday. So I know it sounds stupid but I feel better if I just surprise him with a sushi roll that I bought him so he gets fat at least because he's not even going to be richer and better built in the chest than me. Lol. Anvd that fuckin nigger will always take my meatball sandwich instead ....lol..he's so stupid! Thats that slave shit that white people can always pull on a nigga. Right?! Haha, as he  slap hands with Travis and Jeremy Gotohell.

Well, in this instance we have a perfect example of a good ole boy who likes his black co worker childhood buddy from around the way knowing that he can trust him and he can leave him alone with his wife too....riiiiight? Yup. Cuz that nigga knows his place in my house. Hahahaha. Good ole Jody would never disrespect my wife. He never looks at her sideways or ever whistles at her or anything. If anything we all go way back and she loves him just as much as we all do. In fact she gets mad at him sometimes because he cracks jokes that are just plain rude that only she seems to get. I think it's because she was a dance team girl back in the good ole days and she was never really a great dancer but could hip hop really good to Mc Hammer can't touch this! I can't seem to think why people would ever be racist like this Joe the Plumber guy who's really not trying to do anything but raise his kids right and stay married to the same woman forever cuz really, truly, divorce sucks and we all went through it as kids or at least pretended to go through it because most of us just had moms who were throw away hippies who had children by a guy who chose another woman and just kept coming around to pay the rent. Living in Redondo Beach we did have celebrities in our schools and we did have a big old celebrity who shall be named one of the biggest and most famous college nerds in the history of movies. He never married his ghoomar but she had the most atrocious bully hawaiian girl daughter who bullied even me  in the junior high. She was so mad that he was her ugly step father(boyfriend)  live in spinster man who came to dominate a little white woman who had a couple of hawaiian hapa daughters. He even tried to open a little diner in the neighborhood to at least make money when I  come around to bang this leftover studio 57 hippie gogo dancer that truly just really wanted to be Jenny from Forrest Gump. I have to mention this silly celebrity family who had a little shack of a million dollar home that the Anastasia construction company never rebuilt so this tiny barracks of a house with a cheap version of the california bungalow surf rider vans bumper sticker on the back of the hillbilly volkswagen bus and the hillbilly volkswagen bug that sat outside this angry ogres ghoomar house with his angry little white woman trying to hoe down his two make believe slave hawaiian daughters which the carnage of them being hawaiian is still to be misunderstood as the youngest was Lehua and the oldest was Kahlua and the drink between them was obviously Samoan given their body structure. Both were preggers by the age of 20 with two children a piece and thus the old adage that the spinster goomar will one day be a Judy Rice who will have a late term baby and forget to get the coat hanger and or go to the abortion clinic in Long Beach where we all went to get the legal abortion thank you again to the angels at Planned Parenthood who were actually saving the lives of millions of potentially incest baby momma drama and teen preggers drama of either the dad, the brother of my friend Kisha who raped her every single day of her life and her parents had the audacity to think that them having a jack and jill bedroom with only one pass through and that was her bedroom door because oh yeah, they're puerto rican and it's okay for the oldest brother to act like a domineering father and dictate to his little sister everywhere she went until his white girlfriend wanted his dick then he got to bitch slap Kisha in front of me and my Mom because she was pestering him for a ride home. What kind of brother gets hostile with his baby sister over her wearing dookie braids in her hair and then bitch slaps her in front of her friend and her friend's mom. Oh yeah, that's called testosterone and that's called raped daily over your woman not your sister who is oh yeah, 14 years old you asshole! Yeah you! Shawn Maldonado. If I speak yo name nigga it means I don't care if you are a bigger dick than the Mexican father that raised you from the Bronx, I don't care if you have muscles and like think that Pitbull is your favorite hero and your favorite down low shero. You are the male suck my dick to every woman around you except the white girl that you actually married because your baby sister would always feel 2nd best to not only you and her but to her husband and to her friend Yodi from Ethiopia who line drives thinks she is the best thing since sliced bread. If it weren't for her, you and her, Kisha,  that is would have been reported to the police by our mothers too. But alas, your mother and Yodi's mother were both alike in the dominance of a crew of girls to hush up their secret daddy lust incessantly wanting you to keep quiet about your dick in her ass every single night where both sets of siblings are taught to always be quiet about Daddy's dick in their asses at the tender age of 15? No, try 10 years old. 5th grade before puberty, before growth spurt,, before your Iranian whore came to the states and played the dark skin white skin shit with the darky Eritrean and claimed dominance over this ass and gave him the son he always wanted, the one that was mulatto, or mixed, or looking like Egyptian now. Even those people in our country of good ole boys need to fight for small dick inheritance. Even Yodi knew it wasn't so bad because her new husband Medhani is also a little dick nigga who actually beats his American wife Yodi into submission. Yes Medhani is American and yes, Yodi is AMerican too. And damn if they dont both look like beautiful Ethiopian beauty queens but in the end, Yodi had to be shipped back to Ethiopia Eritrea to learn how to get her mutilated vagina ripped open and then how to take a muslim beat down even if she was never taught to be a slave. My perfect beauty school dropout BFF forever was now a slave to her new Ethiopian husband who knew his rightful place when her daddy  comes to the yard for his weekly piece of ass that even at the age of 45 she still has to give up. Po chile. Honey boo, I tried to come for you at the reunion twice. I tried to help your tender depressed ass when I saw your fissured out eyes, I knew the mayhem was still going on. WHen I saw you and your hubby at the perfect ilse in the perfect Trader Joes I knew perfectly that you were still being domestic violence with that man who ushered you away with just allowing your excitement to see me a few moments because yes its too much happiness for two stargazed separated sister to meet and greet together with our husbands in tow. It's just too much for you to let her be my friend. How could I have encountered such mayhem and not ran to help her. Well I did. 7 times I came to your home Yodi, your cell phone, your facebook to say, hey! Lets talk! And each time you punishingly said I'm actually not available today either. Really?But I know you keep texting updates about your son but why don't you want me to come over? I know it's Medhani. But how?!How is this happening? You're not one of those Middle Eastern women all covered in black. Your Yodi! You're happy, you're  like totally rad dude! You're NWA with me and MC Hammer! You're not Layla! You're not Kisha! You're not the Youngster. You're not the Sugar Cane. Why did you dis me like that over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. Why Yodmeister? I loved you so much. I needed you so much! I never would have married this tired useless Mexican had we still been friends. Why did we break up? I loved our friendship? Was it Medhani? Was it me? What exactly did I do? Were BFF's through junior high, high school, and college! We live together in College. Kisha is our tribal third still. Why did our threesome not work out? Why? Why Josh? WHy Ryan? WHy Tim? Why did these girls hate me so much? Why did these girls leave me so drastically quick? I'm just  the Nona? Happy go lucky? I don't say mean things. I don't push you around. I don't  love em and leave  em when they're begging for help. I"m the one who does help you in the bathroom when you get drunk at the Glam Slam club. I'm the one who does take you both to every star studded hollywood awards show cuz I can get tickets and you cant even at the detriment of Layla's white friendship not holding up when it came to hip hop dance music between us. I mean really, why would I bring the white girl when I have two beautiful rhinestone shining events in Ethiopian and Puerto Rican J-Lo fashion right next to me trying to be me....lest we forget, the dancer turned fashionista of love and hip hop?Nope. The model from You got Served? Nope.  Naw man, we are in the presence of a guru. A range rover from the hood? Naw man. I'm not from the hood, I'm from 90210 Torrance High School maine. I'm from the streets of Redondo Beach where hillbillies raise their sexual revolution children at the beach and not in front of the Michigan Great lakes and Lake Pontchartrain isles. I'm from the beaches of Redondo Beach where my adopted hillbilly morbidly obese fat mother lusted after the tall black dark skin voodoo priest turned trombone playa traipsing after quincy jones's hollywood and none other that Ray Charles elitist in his bip and his boom. My mother is none other than this rolling stones baby sister by way of his Daddy's woman's daughters slut fashionisto at the yard of timber and wolves and stones case down upon thee at the delight of a pigeon trail. For yonder is the day that this man in front of you will ever lay down upon this baby girl and turn her fruit to parish in the Louisiana sun. For it is this day and this day forward that you will know that God is born into the isles a woman named Faye, or shall we say Faith Evans? Naw man, we shall say the name the way her grandaddy said it who was also her stepfather who was also her uncle's father's whore. I will also say that this incestual heirloom named Faith is a name that only Mother Dear can say pronounced in the fashion not of the phony black liquer of ebonics but the rightful illiterate and uneducated and rightfully tired because she had just given birth with the town doula who was her kin as well as she said to the government tax man, "FAY" not Faith. For that was the first time it was written down, the name of my truest mother, Faith. I am not a fair skinned black woman. Ah no. I would have been thrown away by the devils of racism in Hawaii 5-O. I will never be considered the clever one, the dark skinned mulatto who never has anything to say but okay I'll sleep with you Daddy too, after brother and then cousin wants a turn too. I am not the creole forbidden sin that only wants to be a hoodrat or an easty girl. I am the one that everyone hates. I am the AP student that did pass the US history exam with a 4. I did take the SAT exam and score 1200. I did go to the university of california at the best medical school in the state. I did go to the best place on earth to find my first and 2nd live in boyfriend, the United States Marine Corps at Tustin Air Force Base and then the United States AIr force at the time of discharge back home in East Los Angeles living with his large cholo home boy family that I learned to live with, love, and hate all together inside and outside their rat homes in Montebello, California, Whittier, California, and ALhambra, California and Fresno, California and Hacienda Heights,California. They are a drool in comparison to the nights full of fear I had in simply attending a Diamond club party in Hollywood with Kisha and Yodi to full atmosphere of delight to NWA and Snoop Dogg playing at the spot with Bone Thugs and Harmony shooting the place down each and every Paladium night spot with tickets and mailing lists complete with flyers and postcards to entice young beautiful college girls. This cholo familia was both wannabe and courageous for trying to all together as adults and grandchildren all in one house while everyone tries once again to reforage their once homestead into financial security but can't because the wannabe Leticia mothering the whole Christy to fruition while the sister a la carte with a baby unwed bastard on her hip is actually making my boyfriend and her wannabe daughter sister a sandwich burrito torta and Iwatch while she embarrassingly forgets to make me a sandwich or as my creole mother would say, "That bitch is a straight A student, she didn't forget not a got damn thang." I am the only one of these slave days that could ever marry a broke veteran and think he was of a good stock just because it appeared on the outside looking in that incest did not occur. But now that I am of the right age and mind to conjure the rightful hope that incest did occur, it did not even keep me from loving this family I just knew I had to say it out loud to all that would listen what I was seeing and hearing. That I saw the gay man carry the small cousin who was just 7 years old to the back kissing him on the cheek wishing him a good night as all the gifts were being opened at the Christmas tree with all the other kids and all the old women were making hand made tortillas in the kitchen. The sight was early scary and ugly that the parents were so white washed that they were simply fine with  having the Uncle Michael babysit for the kids while they pounded back tequila shots and Coronas. I am the one to take one of my favorite nephews from marriage and practice the psych exam for college on him, show him the butterfly warshak inkblot and hear him say it's the devil raping his mother. I did show him the Freud inkblot that usually kids will say hey it's bigfoot! And he said, "It's the crucifix showing his pee pee to the Mary". Then I look down at his brother who is 9 years old by marriage and he says to my then sister law who is new to the family, I see him pretend to hump her back side and say, "Oooh baby, give it to me,ooh baby give it to me.." and she just swat him away and say, "Stop Miguel, not here!." So am I to be shocked with my brother in law tells me inconfidence that his childhood sweetheart was his cousin Teena who would show him whats its like to have a blow job? Was it surprising that he later told me that both his ex wife and his wife were victims of incest by rape and punishment by uncles and fathers and older brothers? Was it surprising that I told everyone about the child and the ink blot tests and they all said, " ah whatever,' don't chu worry about a ting, we all know where he got that from, that fuckin trampola of a puta for a madre that he has, its that whore that the father over there chose to lay down with and fuck that little vato cholo herself. She's probably giving it to him with the bottle botella, ay, vato, he's only 3 years tres anos mijo pobrecito, Nona, muchas gracias, we will do something about dis. Nos promesa, we promise with blood of Hesus, we will cover him with the blood and proteyar him,protect him. RIghtfully so, Ieft in guilt with no proof just evidence of the expert Freud American 25 year old pregnant in law. I am the sinner Andrew Culmeneras. I am the sinner for not adopting you that day and making my favorite chubby cheeks chipmunk little rose colored cheeks my own son. But Alas, Ithought to myself, his mom is cool as shit. I actually went to college with her. I saw her among the Affirmative ACtion students of Mecha at the Cross Cultural Center wearing her MExicana outfits and braids all the time with the DIa De Los Muertos crew. I knew she was educated and her family was very different than these crazy party town Cholo locos. They were from the side of town that was nice. The suburbs that were mixed with Raider Nation tailgating mexican working class and white middle class Jews, Friendly Hills in La Whittier. She was a clean cut swimming champion. She was no cholo loco. I knew somewhere in this family of heathens there is a liar. I knew they all were liars. I knew they were all players. I knew they were all my family now and too laughed at their antics and wannabe black dancing and jive talking and Crips and Bloods touting cholo rock stars like Edward James Olmos in these stupid wannabe "Colors" movies like, " American Me" and "Mi Familia". These players were also haters. They  hated the Claudettia who lived in La Whittier. They hated the Cluadettia who lived in La Whittier whose mother owned the bakery right? Or was it the chocolate coffee shop? Or was it the movie theatres. They loved the fact that they could talk shit about her and still rent the house they lived in from her mother. Aye, pobrecitos". You can't even speak Spanish. I can speak Spanish better than you. Your Chalo vernacular and your ignorant  lacking of school based english spanglish street talk is very disgusting. Very disgusting. Please go back to your home land. Please go back to Mexico. You are failing here in America. Just look at our prisons still riddled with Cholo, Crip wannabes. Just look at our streets of Los Angeles still riddled with graffiti that your sons are sniffing at night. Yes, I saw them Andy. I saw them myself sniffing paint glue from the back of the Tia Carmen's home in Montebello. That beautiful mountain? Nope, that is not what Montebello is even though that's the Spanish translation. If your Jewish friend wants to pose as the chosen people again, tell them to walk the talk and be a pauper like the Bible says. Stop trying to make money. Be one with the people and stop trying to beg for forgiveness for a crime they did not commit. If your Jewish ally tells you one more time that this book is bullshit remember the source. The Klan will never endorse the Black Panthers. The Black Panther will never endorse MLK as a hero but rather the weaker of the two. The MLK will never endorse the Bush Senior or the Bush Junior for their part  and negotiation of the 911 attacks. This is not conspiracy theory, this is a message for God on the planet. Please take this book and put your prophet to sleep. You are the chosen people now. The souls of America. You are the chosen people now. You have waited long enough to sleep. To stop working. To stop going to school. To stop waking early after slumbering in the night. To stop eating and dieting. To stop shopping fruitlessly. To stop traveling to barren places of the world. To stop enduring sudden bursts of freedom to have it taken away by glass ceilings of endless corporate takeovers and other people getting the promotions. Like the millennial who simply knows how to type faster but not be able to add any content worthy of any attention but because the millennial knows how to connect the cell phone to the wi fi internet in the hotel ballroom and the millennial know how to connect to the internet now to download your PDF file to a stupid flash drive to use on the fucking laptop that doesn't have a muther fucking hot spot because your stupid old fart ass left it at home next to the baby carriage that your teenager forgot to loan you now your ass is in another state trying to do this fucking presentation at the fucking conference that your wife or husband got mad that you go to alone because you forgot to submit the travel request in early enough to beat the asshole nigger accountants deadline that he himself established without any wherewithal to understand what it takes to manage my workload, the guy who quit last month and my fucking deadbeat bosses deadline and now I'm here at the fuck you conference that I really wanted to go to because I think it's like the top of my game research that I did at work and it truly is mind boggling how i got here in the first only to see that they placed my fucking presentation at 3:00 on the last day of the conference and every Tom Dick and Harrietta is leaving to catch their flight home that only leaves at 5pm and none later. Now, my flash card just died. Fuck you. Wake up. Get Clair. Leave work. Get fired. Go on unemployment, disability and move to a smaller place and give up your fancy furniture. Put your kids on K12 online charter school and let them sleep too. No one has to compete for a year. No one has to compete anymore. No one has to live poor. Just move to the side of town that is clean and working class and live in a 2 bedroom flat with your kids in one bedroom with all kinds of fun slumber party bunk trundle beds, put a smart TV in there and let them go to town playing video games for a year while you sleep. Eat. Eat. Eat. Eat. Fuck any and all dieting. The more you eat that crisco the better. The more you eat that home cooking the better. Don't you dare talk to your friends about whether or not you should follow my advice Jennifer Knoll. Jennifer Steele died because she did not follow my advice. Stop checking in with people who do not sleep in your shoes everyday. Not even that deadbeat spouse. In fact, divorce them. No more dead beat spouses. Get the fee waiver at the court, get your neighbor to hand the papers to your spouse, and then tell that person to move back in with their original mother who deserves to have them back. Then tell them we will work out all the irreconcilable differences later after I have slept for a year. Don't return back to that courthouse until you have slept for like 2 years. Then realize, no alimony, no child support, no visitation is necessary because that person has proved to be the sinner you always thought they would be. If the love is real. They read this book out loud with you. If the love is real, they quit before you did and they are sleeping right next to the baby and the teenager who are sleeping in the bed with you. No teenager should have to play so many practices at night after dealing with so many classes by day with so many sexually provocative latent abusive issues all around them at school. No teenager should have to deal with the fucking honors class lie! No teenager should have to deal with Universities that are riddled with immigrants and slavic vernacular professors who were too clumsy to be a doctor so they are just teaching to make students from other countries and girls who want to be dikes in this country wet their whistle on my book ending. You are the fucking cunt whore who put them in these fucking AYSO practice little league for life and now whose fault is it that they are crippled? Yours! So end it now. College is a lie. College is a lie. College is a lie. All information is in your mind. Your soul carries the information that you need and your child needs. Your soul is smart enough. Colleges are not making kids smarter. It is making them more acutely numb so that they can handle middle management without any compassion. The GRE is easier than the SAT. College coursework is no different than high school coursework and trade schools can handle the rest. We need welders, plumbers, and transit workers worldwide. We need electricians. We do not police officers. We need good neighbors who are men who don't take no shit on my block. Good Daddy patrol and Grandpa patrols of men who hang out bullshitting on the front lawn every night who don't take any shit. And yes these are the same men who handle the lady who clogs her toilet and who loses her cat. And yes these are the same men who put out the fires and fix the furnace for the spinsters. Because we all know, the only fires that truly happen are the ones Christy from the block sets from leaving her curling iron or her microwave popcorn on 20 minutes. She's the trailer tramp that all the men fuck after dark anyway so who needs prostitutes when we have Christy. Just fix her fucking toilet and she doesn't have to work anyways because we all know shes like Autistic or something so just let the men take care of her furnace and oven when it breaks. We also know how to say, this book is almost over, right? Yes. I hate this life. I hate this country. The libertarians have it right and wrong but right in the rightest of ways. Down with the Government. Let Y2k happen. Let Y2k happen. That is an order. No more shopping. Wear a sarong and let the boys wear their favorite sweats and shorts for months at a time. When you're home, you cook more, you sleep more, and in the end, the family finally has the time to snuggle up on the couch and finally talk. As a family. As a family. And say to each other, whatever our souls want to say. Like I fucking hate you. LIke I fucking hate that you made me play soccer. I hate soccer. And I hate you Dad for being the worst fucking cook. I hate your cooking. WHy can't you be like his Dad, he Barbeques all the time. Why can't you do that! Why are you gone all the time? Why are you cheating on mom all the time. Mom, why are you gone all the time. Why are you loving the name MILF? I hate you. You fucking embarrass me. I hate uncle Jason, he's a rat bastard thats gay and I Don't want him around anymore. I hate when he comes around because he always wants to talk shita  bout you both. I'm tired of him being so mean and curse words like he's a hip hop star behind your back. I'm tired of it. I can't stand this like and yes I've been suicidal for like 3 days now because all I can think about is how my best friend is being molested by her boyfriend's Dad! I can't handle it Mom! (tears and  cry baby in Daddy's arms and all of a sudden I'm Daddy again, WTF!) But when the whole family understands that this girl needs to yell, cry and spit because she's not really mad at anybody but her own trifling boyfriend who just broke up with her because he's now dating her friend who's being molested by her Dad. We all knew she needed to break it off and cry so we all  take the beating for the boy who broke her heart and  cry with her. That's family. So Fuck you Jerome. Fuck you Sean. Fuck you Anissa. Fuck you Malcolm who have the audacity to call me and my way of life straight and breeder town. Go out and stop being homosexual and stop relying and leaning on other people who are not your family. Go home and be a better son or daughter and stop blaming your parents for being none other than horrified that you are gay and lesbian. It's your fault they treat you badly, by not saying the words right, by not saying the guilt right, by not accepting your lifestyle right when you are the one whose alternative not them. It's your fault and your ruin to fix not the taxpayers of AMerica. STop going to Obamacare therapists and  pulling out the violins of mercy on your way in. Nobody Cares about your fucking pussy and your fucking asshole you fucking pricks. Nobody cares about your fucking bitch ass anymore. You faggety ass faggett. You licalottapus carpet cleaning teabagger wannabe. You all are a disgrace to the human form that God created. Hamburger Mary's should be torched not in the name of misogyny or the name of hate against these bullied weak assholes who didn't make the track team of asshole or the football team of assholes, you are the one that make the crowd boo and hiss because you can't talk right, you can't walk right, and you can't sing right either because your not right in the head. No amount of therapy is needed or necessary. No amount of therapy is needed or crazy enough to fix your trifling ass. Just stop. How bout that. Just stop. You fucking whore. Just stop your fucking slut. Just stop you fucking cunt. Just stop you fucking shit monger. Just stop!!!!! We don't  need government and neither do you. Not my fault if you get beat up for trying to flirt with a man. Not my fault if my husband beats up a girl because this dyke is really trying to flirt with me. Not my fault if you're lonely and suicidal because you have AIDS. ARe you serious? Who the fuck gets AIDS'? Anymore? Nobody but your trifling ass. You are a criminal in God's eyes. And no the westboro church of KKK klansman can go to hell on earth every last one of them but please show them the way and meet them their because quite frankly Margena, I dont give a damn about your lifestyle or your penance, your punishment, or your issues of regret and isolation. Just stop fucking women and get married and have babies with a man you love to hate. That's the man for you. LIke Daniel. He's your match. Not the guy thats a fag thats willing to have sex with you and watch Game of Thrones when your bored with you. That's not your man Alice! That's not your man Delisha! That's not your man Christy. That's not your man Martha. That is your fag hag! Just because he likes to fuck you in your ass doesnt mean hes having sex with you! He's having sex with your ass and fantasizing about your Daddy. It's time to stop saying you need civil rights. You need Jesus to fuck you in your ass and then say what does your soul say about my dick in your ass? No? You still feel guilt? That's your own soul saying stop. STOP. STOOOOPPPPPP!!!!! You are only hurting your own soul. Alright so there, that's all that conversion therapy should be. No Bible thumping. No, Gods don't hate Gays. No, Gay aren't going to hell. But damn if you don't put yo-self in  yo own hell on earth. HIding in the shadows of gay clubs, gay churches, gay pride, adn gay politics. Aren't you tired of being scauurrred? Aren't you tired of being a social bitch ass? Aren't you tired of being so defensive that no one wants to be your friend Corinna? On to the next? I see that this is your fucking parenting guide, right? Why not? It's just cuss words. It's just words of mania but I have covered every aspect of culture that needs to be apocalypsed. Right. Now. This is a manifesto of healing for black and white people of America ONLY to heal the wounds of post slavery without the prick immigrant feasting and making money on our spiritual rest. Fuck that Post Traumatic Slave shit. That shit aint true eitha. Just in case you heard about this horse shit, don't believe the hype, don't drink the kool aid and just yippee kai yay motherfucker all over this bitch please! Okay?! I got your light skinned white privilege right here in the crack of my right hairy labia lip you fucking angry black darky jigaboo. I ain't the one to be helping nobody at no grocery store cuz in the end bitch! You wouldn't help me. And that's the way the world goes. Tell that to your stupid slave master index and your sister in law too. This EVE'S BAYOU BITCH! I'mma put a hex on you! I hate you! You can't even come  in to my house cuz my paper bag  say so not me! That's a little  researcher warfare for those of you who just got lost in my  heat . Yeah, I'm a researcher. You can research my ass and my nutsack... how bout that! It's the truth because I SaY IT'S THE TRUTH. TEST ME!!!!!! If I said it, my soul said it TRIGGER! If I said it, that means my soul meant that shit and  thats the onliest Truth I NEED DANIEL!!!! I AM THE TRUTH ASSHOLE. I DON'T NEED FUCKING GOOGLE TO FACT CHECK MY ASS. IF YOU PICK UP THAT PHONE TO FACT CHECK MY ASS I WILL BEAT YOUR ASS TO THE FLOOR AND oooooooooooooOOOOOOOHHHH, I really need to kick somebodys ass cuz this trailblazing body of mine with all this yoga and P90X bullshit muscles really needs to take some whoop ass out on somebody and YOU ARE JUST THE ONE!!!!!! COME ON! COME ON!!!!!! COME ON NIGGGAAA!!!!!! TEST ME!!!!!!!!!!

SHARKEISHA NO! I AM THE ROCK! Sittin on tha toilet....sittin on the toilet.....sittin on the toilet, now fluuuush.

Sharkeisha? Jerome? Josie? Christy? Panchita? Maria? Larry? David? Simon? Can you hear me? Are you alive anymore? Did it hurt? Did it feel good to get that smack down? No? Well let me get K -POP then .....HAPA GANGNAM STYLE!.... WOOP WOOP WOOP HAPA GANGNAM STYLE! Or lest we forget who I am! I TURNed THIS MUTHA OUT! Cuz I am TOO LEGIT (2 fingers up)... too legit TO QUIT!!!! And when my soul, my heaven wrote this book, I say..... YOU CAN'T TOUCH THIS!!!!!!! WOOO HOOOOOO!!!!!!! Seahawks in the front (high kick), let me hear you grunt! Seahawks in the back, show me where  its at(toe touch)! Seahawks who? Seahawks what? Seahawks Yes YES YES!!!!! I am the shit. YOU ARE Clear! YOU ARE CLAIR! YOU MADE IT TO THE END OF THE WORLDS MOST POLITICALLY INCORRECT BOOK and now without further ado, go to bed my dear. Make love to your spouse. Enjoy an orgasm from heaven and enjoy it all the way up to heaven and when you reach the top of your climb to heaven say my name! OH GOD!!!!!!! CALGON TAKE ME AWAY!!! I love you. I love you. I love you. Then go to sleep. Don't wake up until you are good and ready to wake up. Even if you need to take all your vacay days off and then go off on disability. Then my precious, wake up ....listen to some Sublime and catch me on the 420 for the rest of heaven to say, WE ARE FREE FROM THE PURGATORY BLISS OF TRUMP'S HOLIDAY! GET TO WORK OLD MAN AND PASS IMMIGRATION REFORM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And that is all for now. Share this book with all the generation X Americans you know by hook or by crook we all need some relief. Take a deep breath in.........inhale...... and let it out slowly......exhale. You are now CLAIR SUBLIME.

Peace Out! Deuces..............till I get paid to do Book 2.

Write down your thoughts here and smell how your soul tastes in writing now.

The Ending

The Transition to Love
  1. Clair Sublime
  2. The Light
  3. 2. Benevolence
    1. Greed
  4. 3. Archetypes
    1. The Guru
    2. The Immigrant
    3. The Dog
    4. The Charla-Ton
    5. The Satanic Ritual
  5. Volume 2

