I’m PO’ed!
At the Obamarrhoid.
Obama, a black skin tag on our collective ass. A cancer that needs to be removed via violent means, as all cancers are. Cancers are killed: DRT.
Also PO’ed at Jesse Jackson. Calls himself a ‘reverend’.
Let me tell you something you sorry excuse for a Christian Mr. Jackson, hell, I doubt Muslims would welcome you. I’m a lousy Mormon, but I know I’ve done more for the people in my life than you ever did for… who? Tawana Brawley?
Who ordained you?
What church?
I can answer both of those questions in my case. I was ordained an Elder by my father before he died. I graduated four years of Seminary. I’ve answered my church’s calls, sporadically. Not perfect. My church keeps asking me to be better than I am.
What church is overseeing you Jackson?
My bishop met with me just this last Sunday about my service. He wants to extend a calling to me. Will I answer? Maybe. The fact is, I don’t feel competent.
Is the ‘reverend’ Al Sharpton competent? What good has he ever done?
Obama, Jackson, Sharpton, and # blacklivesmatter, have done more damage to race-relations than slavery ever did.
When I was a child, Bill Cosby, Flip Wilson, were great entertainers. Black? Yes. Did I care? No. I didn’t care back in grade school. My best friend Winfred was black. I didn’t care. Except for the part that his parents wouldn’t allow him to cross Arlington Ave (a four-lane street) by himself. I was allowed to do so. In fact, I had to do so many times while shepherding my younger sisters to the city park… it had a wading pool.
Nowadays a nine-yr-old like me escorting 7 and 5 yr-old sisters to the park is evidence of parental criminal neglect.
We left Indianapolis schools in 1969. Why? Because some racist judge decided we needed to be integrated. Our school was already integrated. It was a neighborhood school in an integrated neighborhood. Me and my sisters could walk across the alley to school. Most kids did walk to school, and walked home for lunch. But that judge threw all that out. Why?
I don’t know. But Mom and Dad looked out for us. We didn’t need to be bussed an hour across town to attend a court-approved ‘integrated’ school.
Not done yet. But it’s late. I’ll take this up later.
