America, Life, Religion

Walk in Filth

 

 

When a Person commits horrific Crimes, during competency test the Psychologist usually ask the question. Do you Hate your Parents? Why do they always believe that the Parents are at fault and to be Blamed for thei’r Kids turning out to be no good Bastards. I once knew a Minister’s Son in High School who sold his Affections. So go figure that in 1972 during all the Civil unrest I had White Friends who would Die for me protecting me from a Mob of Ku Klux Clan. On the other hand I had the Black Panther Party Cajoling me to join the Party. Well they almost succeeded having me as a Member.

The Day I was to be Inducted, my Mother who has always been a Vigilant Person, said to me. If you do what I suspect that you are going to do, don’t come back because you have no Home. She also said, ” If you walk in Filth, you will stink. When I contemplated joining the Black Panther Party they had turned violent from their original intent of Educating and serving the Black Community. Two reasons for them to turn to Extremists are, One to protect Black People marching with Dr King. Dr King rejected the Offer because he was a Man of peace and a Devout Christian. Reason number Two was to lash back at J. Edgar Hoover for trying to kill everyone that looked like a Militant Black. Anyway the Day of my Induction the Building I was directed to go, blew up, killing Two.

From that Day on I Listened to Mother. ” If you walk in shit you will stink”. During that same Period the Black Muslims also tried to Indoctrinate me. I could not allow myself to be Brainwashed that all White People were Devils as Malcolm Preached. At Twenty One years old Organized Crime tried to put me on thei’r Payroll to the Tune of Five Thousand Dollars a Week. They all took an Interest in me, because of the way I carried myself. My secret weapon was my Mother’s Teachings. She told me that I should never let anyone control me like a Puppetmaster, never let anyone bring you to the edge of Sanity or Disaster.

Today I am a poor Man who walks with Dignity, I work in a Justice System instead of being in One. Judges, Lawyers and Cops call me Mr Dixon, not because of my Age, but the way I present myself. The other Day I was in a Zoom Court for Speeding. The Judge found me Guilty, he commended me on my skillful Presentations of my Case. He continued, I am not your Lawyer so I shouldn’t be Counselling you. But if you file a Motion to Dismiss with New and Proper Evidence I will throw out my Ruling and Dismiss the Case. I am still waiting with positive emotions. Now I ask you, I am not an Attorney yet I know how to present myself in Court and get the Respect of a Judge. That is exactly how I have lived my entire life.

Even when I was a Dope Smoking Hippie who had offers to run the Streets of New York ragged with the finest Weed grown around the World. But I Listened to Ma now look at me working in a Justice System and not being in a Cell on the Complex. I am not going to be judgemental of all the People who allowed themselves to be Brainwashed and ended up marching to the Drums of Haters. What I am Judgemental about is the good People who followed like Zombies and gave our Democracy a Black Eye and a Fractured Spleen. Only Banana Republics pull Coup on they’re Government. I don’t care about your Hate, I have been living in it for Fifty Four years and don’t expect any changes for another 100 years. What I do expect is Civilized People acting accordingly and not like Pancho Bandidos. I must impart a Secret to you ” There was no Steal” Black People gave Biden the Election. You don’t believe me look at Georgia, Never before had a Black Senator. If Martin Luther King thought of running for the Senate back then they would have Lynched him, they Murdered him anyway for wanting Equality, and they are ready to kill again. That’s the American way.

That was just a Dream

They Killed Abe Lincoln for Abolishing Slavery, they Killed the Kennedy Brothers for wanting Social changes, now they Threatened Joe Biden, Barbarians I tell you, yet they go to Church on Sunday and talk about Praise the Lord. Don’t they Know that Satan Thought he was Greater than God. 99.99% of Black People Voted against Racist Ideologies. This is what Harriet Tubman said about the handful of Black People like Oprah and 50 Cent who Voted for Trump, ” I freed a Thousand Slaves, I could have freed a Thousand more, if only they knew that they were Slaves”. Einstein must have been Clairvoyant, he said that he was afraid that One Day we would have a Generation of Idiots. Parting Words don’t be a Slave for no One and Nothing, not even 💰 Money. If I had let myself become a Slave for Money, Today I would be using it for Toilet Paper. So guess what Today I don’t stink.

P.S don’t give me that Crap about Black Lives Matter. When I worked in the Building where the Chief Justice who is in charge of all the Judges in the County who had an entire Floor for himself. He had never once passed me without saying Hello. I have been working for the County as a Contractor for Five years, a good many Black People who make a little money with Degrees have never once spoke to me. So all of you go sell your Propaganda elsewhere. People are just whoever they Presume to be and that it doesn’t stink.

America, Life

Civil War | HISTORY

 

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Slavery was the major cause of the American Civil War, with the South seceding to form a new country to protect slavery, and the North refusing to allow that. Historians generally agree that other economic conflicts were not a major cause of the war.

 

The Second Civil War

The Stage is set

 

 

 

In yet another expression of lame-duck pique, President Donald Trump has threatened to veto the 2021 National Defense Authorization Act over provisions to rename military bases that honor Confederate generals. Trump is apparently calculating that lawmakers will capitulate rather than risk holding up $740 billion in funding for the military. Senate Republicans should prove him wrong.

 

 

 

 

https://www.history.com/topics/american-civil-war/american-civil-war-history

America

American Pie

My Favorite Song

 

A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that music
Used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they’d be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn’t take one more step
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
Something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
So, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
And them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die”
Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
Now, do you believe in rock ‘n’ roll
Can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you’re in love with him
‘Cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage bronckin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singin’, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die”
Now, for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone
But that’s not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
Oh, and while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lenin read a book on Marx
A quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singin’, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die”
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now, the halftime air was sweet perfume
While sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
‘Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?
We started singin’, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die”
Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So, come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
‘Cause fire is the Devil’s only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that Satan spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singin’, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die”
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play
And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singin’, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
And them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die”
They were singin’, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die”
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Don Mclean
American Pie, Pt. 1 lyrics © Songs
America

Morrison/ Visionary

 

The World's Greatest Daredevil

 

Yeah, c’mon

Yeah!

When the music’s over
When the music’s over, yeah
When the music’s over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Yeah

When the music’s over
When the music’s over
When the music’s over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights

For the music is your special friend
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end

Cancel my subscription to the resurrection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
I got some friends inside
The face in the mirror won’t stop
The girl in the window won’t drop
A feast of friends, alive she cried
Waitin’ for me
Outside

Before I sink
Into the big sleep
I want to hear
I want to hear
The scream of the butterfly

Come back, baby, back into my arm
We’re gettin’ tired of hangin’ around
Waitin’ around with our heads to the ground
I hear a very gentle sound
Very near yet very far
Very soft, yeah, very clear
Come today, come today
What have they done to the earth, yeah?
What have they done to our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her
Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn and
Tied her with fences and dragged her down
I hear a very gentle sound
With your ear down to the ground
We want the world and we want it (we want the world and we want it!)
Now
Now?
Now!

Persian night, babe
See the light, babe
Save us
Jesus
Save us!

So when the music’s over
When the music’s over, yeah
When the music’s over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights

Well the music is your special friend
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
Until the end
Until the end
Until the endWriter/s: Jim Morrison, John Paul Densmore, Raymond D Manzarek, Robert A Krieger
Publisher: Doors Music Company
Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind