I have always mentained that Faith and Religion were not the same.
Religion if Affiliated with Church, both Man Made.
Faith and Spirituality comes from God.
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Show me my Enemies
America the beautiful land of the free home of the Brave. Your Hour of Power is being tested by the Sword of Division your Luster and Glory they try to Tarnish. Deception, Divisiveness and Demagoguery is hovering your Skies. Your open Arms of Liberty wears a Cast of Isolation, your Immigrants from. England, Ireland, Africa and the World over, have taken you through Industrialization to the Internet Governance and Cyber Wars. Rebellions are your Legacies. Without them there would be no Constitution and Old Glory be trampled on.
Some of your Critics are Emboldened with snickers, they believe that they see your Nakedness of Disarayment. Fear not America your Rainbow Collation shines from East to West, North to South. Look at Georgia, flipping from Red to Blue, assisting in giving you a Visionary to lead you through Pestilence ,Divisiveness and Enemies of Democracy. The Lights of the Kennedy’s and Dr King were Extinguished prematurely, but their Torches refused to be doused. This Kid watched the Turmoils of 1968 and grew strong and walked away from the Turbulence of Hate and is now Living the Dream. Two bad Rides, nice House and not worried about being Bankrupted but Covid19, plus the Freedom to Express myself. Why would I not Love you America? If I lost some of the Stuff you gave me I would still love you.
In the Months before his Assassination Martin Luther King became increasingly concerned with the problem of economic inequality in America his concerns impacted my Life. That’s why Today I can stand up and be Proud of you America. You didn’t let me down. I have paid a Fortune in Taxes but I am not crying, my contributions have made you strong, yes you have protected me. Your Attackers are not afraid of your Millitary Might. What they fear most of you, is that you will spread Democracy to the Four Corners of the World, and even to thei’r Doors. To all your Detractors, thei’r Kids are watching just like I was watching at Fourteen years old and is now telling the Kids of their Legacy of Hate. Let Justice and Democracy come crashing like a falling Meteor.
P.S. God, I Love this Writing Business, keep shining your ever loving light on me
All God’s Children
All God’s Children
At fourteen years old my Mother told me that I should seek out the five Percent good People which I told her were all there were in the World. Since then I have discovered a greater Number than I thought at Fourteen. The fifty four percent that I have discovered, somehow seems to be a Minority. It appears to me that the forty six percent wants America to regress to nineteen sixty eight instead of moving on to be a kinder gentler Nation. Back then we had no Internet, so you couldn’t Tweet your Thoughts of Hate, you Demonstrated it with Force of Brutality on innocent Men Women and Children trying to cross the Selma Bridge.
The Dark Web has been a source of Light for me as of Late, finding out that People who I have Thought to be Enlightened Children of God, still harboring Governor Lester Maddox Mentality. My Faith in Religion is experiencing an Earthquake. Fifty four years of believing Mother that we are all God’s Children is Crumbling at the Foundation of my Spirituality. As long as I can remember, I have always given Mankind the benefit of My Doubts. I was only eight years old when I found out that Cain killed his Brother and I knew at that early age that Mankind was Flawed. Later on at Ten I heard that we were our Brother’s keeper. Then I found out that around six Hundred A.C. that the World was Divided, it still is.
Will someone work with me here? Where is a Figurative Mind supposed draw Conclusions. Einstein tells me that I should never stop wondering. Jesus tells me to turn the other Cheek, my Jaw hurts from the Backhand of Hate. How am I supposed to advance with my Spirituality with all my Doubts. I ask God for a Sign to keep me Focused and he sent Joe Biden, someone Enshrined with Empathy, a Child of God who wants to follow Jesus’s footsteps and Teach us how to Heal from within and without. Months before the Election Mr Trump Paved the way for his current behavior to undermine the Democratic Process. He persuaded People to Circumvent the Mail-Ballot, Citing Fraud, six Months before the first Ballot was cast.
Today he holds the Democratic Process in Hostage Screaming Fraud. When in Reality he is the only one who have Committed Fraud. He Threatened to De-fund the Postal Service to hinder Mail in Ballots. The way he handled Cov19 is Reminiscent of Phil Collins song ” The Edge of Night” he did not lend a Hand in Stemming the Tide. Many of my Older Neighbors don’t even go out to shop for Food for fear of contracting the Virus and Die like Two Hundred and fifty Thousand Others. Yet he wanted them to go to Pooling Places and stand in Lines, Two Hundred and fifty Yards long. Hate Groups supporting him Threatened to Intimidate Voters, he Embraced them. Beleaguered Black People Protesting Sixty years of the Murdering of Black People at the Hands of Cops, were set- upon by Homegrown Terrorists.
Instead of Denouncing them he told them to stand down, as if to say stay in Readiness. While Deploying Federal Goons to Smash the Protests. Fifty four years I have been waiting for Black People to use thei’r Votes and Finances correctly. Today they did, when Democrats ask for Money we gave. When Joe Biden was Drowning in a Sea of Red we Parted it with a Wall of Blue and gave him his Victory, Voting 99% Blue. As for the One percent of Black People who Voted for the Tweeter, Harriet Tubman spoke about them Three Hundred Years ago ” I have freed a Thousand Slaves, I could have freed a Thousand more if only they Knew they were Slaves”. Slavery is still Prevalent in this Country.
Mental Slavery is far more Damaging than Physical. Seven years ago I moved Down South, what was I Thinking? Joe Biden is met with the Resistance that Jesus met with Pontius Pilot. If I knew then what I know now, I wouldn’t have Battled my Mother as a Teenager. She wanted me to be a Scholar, I wanted to be a Hippie, smoking Weed every Day. Now in the Winter of my Discontent I realize what it means to be able to express myself in a Free Democracy. Back in the U.S.S.R. you don’t know how Lucky you are ” Boy” As the Man said ” I could have been a Contender”. Every time I want to Quit Blogging I realize that each Blog is a Chapter in my Book ” Through Her Eyes” the World through my Mother’s Eyes.
She saw Mankind as all God’s Children, I saw them as Minions. I am taking a Sabbatical from Blogging, what I have to say in my Book of me Enduring Fifty four years of Hate while paying Over One Million Dollars in Taxes and a Half a Million in Social Security, Funding a Government who Cast a Blind Eye on Racism. Many of them Hoist the Union Jack while Trampling on Old Glory. Like Through The Roots said ” I have had enough” Over the Years I have been Fortunate to have met some Great People, some just happened to be White, like Mark for instance, he was a great inspiration for me to start writing. I promised him many years ago that one Day I would write a Book and that he would be in it. It is Two Am and I am tired, this must be my writing Hour, Goodnight!
Here are Excerpts from the Book
Despite what the Rappers may say, I am not a Nigger. I’m Black and I am Proud. This Life has been a Time Travel for me, encountering Haters and Good People along the way. I have been Fortunate enough to call a lot of White People my Friends, some would stand Shoulders to Shoulder defending me against a Mob of Skinheads laying down their Lives for me if necessary. Yet there are Black People who would take my Life for a couple of Dollars and the Sneakers on my Foot. Like fifty Cent said ” you’re not like me” Back in Pennsylvania when I worked in Construction a Man of Polish Descendants and I became good Friends. Story told that one Day on a Jobsite in a School, one of my Coworkers were Badmouthing me calling me a Nigger up and down. They told me that Mark took two handfuls of his Hair and bounced his head along a Cinder Block Wall twenty feet long, do not talk about my Friend like that he Reprimanded him. Good company in a Journey makes the way seem shorter- Izaak Walton. So you see, Jesus is not Dead, his Spirit lives in some of us. His Spirit lives in all of us for that matter, yet some of us allows the Devil to Consume us with Hate. Satan was an Arc Angel who sat at the right Hand of God, he challenged God, he taught his Powers were greater than God’s. I have never professed myself to be a Religious Zealot, truthfully I am a Sinner, ” Let he among you who isn’t a Sinner cast the first Stone”.
P.S. I didn’t start writing to take on Soft Issues to please my Readers with Hypocrisy, with the Sheeplike Mentality of not Rocking the Boat. Like Simon and Garfunkel said ” We all come to look for America, including the Pilgrims.
P.P.S. my Website is Approaching Two Million Hits, this is a great way to Publicize my Book. Taking a Vacation from Blogging and Social Media will speed things up.
That’s Me In The Corner
That’s Me in The Corner
In the year Nineteen Seventy Crosby Stills Nash and Young Released a Song called Southern Man. It was a call for Social Changes in America. A couple of Verses went, ” Southern Man better dig your Head, Don’t forget what the good Book said. I seen your Black Man coming round, swear by God I’m gonna cut him down. Not long after the Allman Brothers released Down to the Whipping Post. Jefferson Airplane Hollered about Wooden Ships. These were American Kids using Music to Plea to the Blackheartedness of America’s unwillingness to do the right thing. Release the Negro from under your Thumb.
Just around the same time the Diehard Rebel Band came up with Sweet Home Alabama. I guess they were Proud of the way Governor Lester Maddox and the National Guard Swarm down on Martin Luther King on the Selma Bridge and beat him down, If I am not mistaken they killed a few peaceful Marchers singing Religious songs. Walking hand in hand with Hippies and embracing Dr King’s Ideologies have cured me of the Hate Virus. The only time I encounter the Emotions of Hate is when people drag me down to thei’r level and forces me to be Brutally Frank. ” Never wrestle with Ignorant People, they will only drag you down to thei’r level and beat you with Experience”. When that happens you let the Minion out of the Bottle, and it doesn’t want to go back in.
I don’t remember the name of the Group that asked the Question ” How long has this been going on”. As you can see this is beginning to look like something Institutionalized and is as natural as American Pie and Baseball. From Nineteen Seventy- Two Thousand Twenty I am looking into the Soul of America and all I see is the Vehement stand it takes on Hate . will someone work with me here and fill in the end Date. 1970 I was sixteen I am now sixty seven ” yes that’s me in the Corner, yes I am losing my Religion, and I hate you for undoing my Mother’s hard work to save my Soul. She told me that we were all God’s Children, and I Believed her. Now you have me Questioning her Truthfulness.
Why should I not feel this way waiting fifty three years for something that is never going to happen in my Lifetime, Equality and Justice, they are both words of Propaganda with no Constitutional meaning or Value. Just around the same Time America placed Sanctions on P.W. Bota’s South Africa for the Mailinging its Black Citizens. What Hypocrisy, ” you shouldn’t throw Stones”. When they pilled Stones on Jesus there were Christians among the Romans, it was a Christian who gave him to the Romans. Today the Evangelical Community supports far Right, does that mean that they support Systemic Racism. Do you really want to know what unhinged the Bitch? Glad you asked, a Black District Attorney protecting Cops who forget that they are Peace Officers and not Storm Troopers involved in a cover-up.
Nappyhead Rappers with a couple of Bucks who think that Fame brings Intelligence, overstepping their Capacities. Thinking that they are Spokesmen. Harriet Tubman spoke about them, ” I freed a Thousand Slaves, I could have freed a Thousand more if only they knew they were Slaves” This is not me, my Mother a Devout Christian told me that I should Kill my Enemies with Kindness, but my Cup Runeth Over with all this Hate that will never go away and Black Lives Matter Rhetoric. Tupac said that it was you doing all the Killing ( Black on Black) his Death gave Creditability to his Words. Now you want me to March with people who are going to throw the first Stones that are going to be met by Bullets, think again. I’ll tell you what Matters, the way Black People treat each other.
Nineteen Seventy Three, Here I am working in the Mailroom of an American Conglomerate, my Immediate Supervisor, Black like me with an Irish Last Name, telling me that I didn’t belong there, that I belonged on the Street with my Hoodlum Brothers. You need to Free your Mind before you can move forward. The way White People Hate Black People, the way Jews Arabs Muslims and Christians Hate each other. That’s what Matters. Give me a Break you are all Sick with The Hate Virus, I have strong Antibodies to you all. I have had Friends in every Race, we judge each Other on individual Merits, not from what Society says. Remember the Words all God’s Children, you Idiots need to get over yourselves and remember what the Good Book Says. ” Do onto Others as you would have them do to you”. I will end this Tirade with a message of Love.
Two Thousand and Nine I took a Job in a Nursing Home. The Facility had one Hundred and twenty three Beds, one belonged to a Black Resident, the Staff one Hundred percent White. Many of the Jobs that I have had in my work Life I was the first, including this one. In just about all of them I was the Torchbearer for Excellence. Mother told me, ” Whatever job you do, be the Best, go the extra Mile. They may never accept you but they will Respect you for the Job you do. From Day One working in this Nursing Home I knew that this was the Challenge of a Lifetime. I embraced the Challenge boldly. I took the Residents on one by one, many had never had any interaction with a Black Person before.
Now I had the Opportunity to put Mother’s teaching to the test. Knowing that many were in thei’r last Days I showered them all with Love, Kindness and Respect. I became their Watchdog, scoping out Abuse and Neglect. That gave the Staff another reason to Hate me other being Black. Coworkers told me that they called me Nigger behind my Back, never in my Face fearing that I would go Postal. I grew Extremely Tight with some of the Residents. Liz was an Irish Woman in her eighties, who had never had any interaction with a Black Person. We Adopted each other, the love we had for each other made my Mother Jealous, asking me how many Mothers do I have. Nell was a Polish Woman, I think that she loved me Best, I called her Chachi, she called me Chachi ( Grandmother- Grandfather) she told me that I was too wise for my age. When I told the Residents that I was Moving to Florida I took years from thei’r Lives with sadness. It was Jubilation for the Staff. The Oddest thing that ever happened to me in my Life, One Month after Leaving Pennsylvania, now living in Florida. One Day I received a Manila Envelope in the Mail, in it was a Plaque, On it were the Words Employee of the Month along with a Check. I was Blown away, Mom was right, they may never accept you, but they will Respect you for the Job you do. “This one goes out to the ones I love, this one goes out to the ones I left behind”- R.E.M. Parting Words belongs to Tom Petty ” Don’t want to Live like a Refugee”
P.S. The Lord moves in Mysterious ways.
R.I.P. Baby Jordan
RIP Baby Jordan
My Mother once told me that when I was four years old I was the most loving and trusting Child, for that reason she feared for my safety. She said that she always thought that someone would have no trouble Kidnapping me. Jordan was of my young Heart and Nature, however he didn’t have a loving caring Mother like I had. Story told that when I was two years old the Painter walked away from his Paintbrushes soaking in Turpentine, yours truly removed the Brushes and Quenched my thirst with the Toxic Liquids. They told me that in a panic strickened frenzy Mom threw me over her Shoulder and tried to run seven Miles to the Hospital. Poor Jordan wasn’t lucky to have my luck. He was Born to two Players with Hearts of Stone.
At four years old his parents had enough of each other and Jordan. The poor Kid ended up in a Foster Home, which was a stroke of luck for him. His Foster Parents loved him with the capacity that his Natural Birth Mom was incapable of loving anyone or anything but her miserable self. About two years ago I wrote a Blog about how Child Welfare agencies across America fails the most Vulnerable of our Society, Children in Parent Danger. Not Stranger Danger as was my Case. This is my biggest Beef with Education, how can one be Educated and remain a Dummy with Zero Common Sense, why can’t Education teach us to use Rationality and awake our Figurative Thinking. That didn’t happen with Jordan’s Caseworker.
The Idiot thought that he belonged with his Mother, a Player. Even though the Foster Parents Exhibited the highest Qualifications to Adopt the Loving Child. Jordan grew to love his Foster Parents the way I Loved Strangers at four years old. The Inept Caseworker however threw all Rationality out the Window and sent Jordan back to his unstable Mother. In the Middle of a Ferocious break-up the Child constantly cried from the Parents steady Annihilation of each other in front of him. The Evil Witch one Day slammed this Precious Child against the Wall, knocking him unconscious. Instead of trying to revive him and calling 911, she stuffed his lifeless Body in a Big Black Bag and Dumped him in a Remote area of the nearby Park where I frequented when I lived in the Neighborhood in earlier years.
Adding insult to the Brutality, she reported him missing, having two square Miles of Neighbors Panic strickened looking for poor Jordan. Eventually the Black Bag was found, she was Immediately Arrested and charged with his Murder. While awaiting Trial she gave Birth to another Child that she was carrying when she Killed Jordan, did I mention Player. Today October Thirteen Twenty Twenty Justice Rewarded her with Fifty years behind Bars. Where have I heard the Words ” Many will Profess my Name” , the Evil Woman told the Court that she have found Redemption and will walk with her Head High from now on. Dear Lord forgive me for not Buying it, I know that you said that no Man is without Redemption, but for poor Jordan I going to harden my Heart. As the Song goes ” Save yourself, cause I can’t even save myself”. So there you have it the Story of Baby Jordan, incidentally his Sacrifice wasn’t in Vain, a Law was passed in his Name Protecting the most Vulnerable ones.
Child Welfare; Citing this act as “Jordan’s Law”; requiring the Florida Court Educational Council to establish certain standards for instruction of circuit and county court judges for dependency cases; requiring the Department of Law Enforcement to provide certain information to law enforcement officers relating to …
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Senate Bill 634 (2019) – The Florida Senate
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