Baltimore Or Bust!

Baltimore

 

To all my loyal readers, I want to thank you for coming to this blog and also I want to thank you for your support in encouraging me to continue to spit out the truth. But there comes a time when I must do more than spit out truth, I must roll my sleeves up and do what I can.

At one point, I thought that I wanted to pack up shop and head to a deserted island and lick my wounds, and quite actually, the wounds are real as a result of a horrific car crash, but nevertheless, I decided after finding out that the places I had chosen to look at were just as Americanized as America, why, I’ve decided to go back to a city that has long held a special place in my heart, Baltimore, MD.

So, in a few days time, I will be driving to Baltimore with a trailer hitched to the back of my vehicle and off to new adventures I go. I have been feeling stifled here in the Midwest and quite frankly, these people never grow on you, they’re just too bland and vanilla. I love fire and excitement and danger and gaiety, Black folks, good cooking like collard greens, yams and silver queen corn. I love to sit by the harbor and sip wine and reflect on how great it is to be alive and I can do none of that here in the Midwest because all I can reflect on is how miserable I am here. What the hell was I thinking in coming here in the first place? Oh well, tis too late to wonder about that especially seeing as how I am about to rectify that by moving back to the East Coast.

I have long been contemplating a move back to Baltimore and for those of you who have followed this blog for the past year or so, you know I have penned poems about how Baltimore charmed me. I am not just going back in an attempt to take up where I left off as that would be a foolish dream, I am well aware that things do not remain the same. However, the same crime and grime and prostitution, poverty, homelessness and the like exits and since I have a bit of means now, I intend to roll up my sleeves once again, and attempt to become part of the solution as opposed to part of the problem.

What that means for my blogging? Well now, it is going to be a while before I will be able to post anything here and so I just wanted you to know that when I stop posting my vitriolic rants and raves, kick-ass poems that’s got me winning awards(Thank you AGAIN Nidotopianwarrior), it is because I will be caught up in all things, Baltimore. Now, some people have told me, recently, that I am the biggest fool there is for heading to a city where many are trying to leave and I have said to them, “If there were more people like me trying to help instead of just ignoring the problems, maybe Baltimore would become a city that shines by day as well as by night.” And there is something about that city, despite its many ails and issues, that will not let me be. Baltimore is a drug; it is heady as champagne for me. I’ll not stop drinking champagne and now, I must heed Baltimore’s call. That is the first city that I ever stepped foot in that literally pulled me in and folks, I gotta tellya, I started running away from home at the age of 15 and I was headed for Las Vegas then. GEEZUS, the stories I could tell. KKKops chasing me from city to city with teletypes following me and yet, I never was caught. “Up yours, mother!” KKKops just ain’t that smart when a 15-year old girl can walk right off a Greyhound bus, stare them in the face and request her luggage from the attendant and sashay into the bus terminal. Nope, KKKops just ain’t that bright at all! “Up yours too, KKKops!”

But as usual, I digress! The story of my life, eh? Anyhoo, I will be staying in a nice hotel down by the harbor while my new place is being readied for me. My furniture will be following me down since I never can plan anything, I am just a spur-of-the-moment type girl and that is how it has always been with me. The only place I have ever stayed  at for any length of time is Baltimore and I think the reason being is that Baltimore is just so close to everything. In a few hours, I was in Philadelphia, then in Atlantic City and could skip over to New York. Although, I’ve only passed through New York and never stopped long enough to do anything, but I hope to change all of that.

So, folks, as you can see, I am going to be extremely busy in the for seeable future and this is the only chance I am going to have to let you in on what I will be up to in the coming months. I hope that you all don’t miss me too much! LOL! Yeah! I know. Who is going to miss my carrying on fits? Hell! I’ve just been sent a comment stating that I am just too much to take. Oh, well, we can’t all be boring! Someone’s got to be the life of the party and it may as well be me. Now, don’t bother correcting my bad grammar here as this is straight from the heart and has not been edited and proofread, so cut me some slack.

I do want you to know that once I have been back in Baltimore long enough for Baltimore to soothe my ache for that city, I shall make my presence known in here once more, but I have no idea when that will be. So, this blog shop will be closed until further notice. But for those of you who will miss me too much and will shed copious tears of distress over this, archive to your heart’s content and know that wherever I am, I will be stirring up some shit to no end. Hell! I may even make the news. It is certainly my intent. Even though I may not be posting here, you may actually see me in action. So, don’t be surprised because I do not intend to be the silent one when I get settled in Baltimore. Never that!

And to those of you who I hold in high esteem, much love to you! You know who you are! And as always, I appreciate you, one and all!

A Rage So Cold, Yet Hot!

rage

I just read a story
and it really made me feel,
a rage so cold yet hot,
my skin could slice through steel.
Oh, why must I feel?
The pain tears through my heart.
It hurts too much to hurt.
 When does the healing start?

The jails are overcrowded
with those who look like me.
And it is all done by design
by those who refuse to see
that their hatred plays a part
in why this scheme of theirs won’t end
until we are dead and on a cart,
with yet another funeral to attend.

I cannot make you care.
Hell! I’m too tired to try.
I’d be wasting precious time
because you want us all to die.
I look evil in its face
every time I look at you.
 And I hope there’ll come a day
when you will get what’s due.

I don’t believe in god,
nor will prayer help at all
since you sit up in a church
and yet, still heed hatred’s call.
What part don’t you get
that I can’t change my skin?
What did I ever do to you
to make my death cause you to grin?

I am talking to a wall,
of this, I am in no doubt.
But you see, I might explode
and when I do, I’m a take you out.
I know that I’ll not survive
and I have no problem with that.
But one of these days,
I’m gonna lay your ass out flat!

When you least expect me,
I’ll be lying in wait for you.
 And that day is gonna come
just as sure as the sky is blue.
Please don’t take me seriously.
I want the element of surprise
when I shove lead up your ass,
I guess then, you’ll recognize!

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2016 Shelby I. Courtland

http://www.okayafrica.com/in-brief/black-lives-matter-canada-somali-canadian-man-badly-beaten-police/

The tragic situation involving Abdi comes as Black Lives Matter has gained traction in Canada too, especially in light of outrage over recent police killings in the U.S. of Alton Sterling, Philando Castile as well as last week’s shooting of Charles Kinsey, who had his hands up and was providing assistance to an autistic man.

https://colouredjustice.wordpress.com/2016/07/29/the-story-that-sent-me-to-jail-juvenile-justice/

NEW YORK — I am writing this from inside a jail cell. I was put here for doing an unremarkable, routine bit of journalism, covering a sentencing in a murder. I won’t go so far as to say I was arrested since I was never read any rights. I am in the cell just the same.

Unfortunately, to be continued……..

Dead Man Says, “Do NOT Vote For Hillary Clinton!”

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The dead cannot rest in peace without first exhorting the American people to please, please don’t vote for Hillary Clinton!

Man’s Obituary Asks Mourners Not to Vote for Hillary Clinton
Mourners of Larry Upright, who died at 81 on April 13, were urged not to cast their ballot for a specific candidate in next year’s presidential election: “The family respectfully asks that you do not vote for Hillary Clinton in 2016. R.I.P. Grandaddy.”

Now you know that thing that calls itself Hillary Rodham Clinton has got to be the most vile, hideous and obscene monster to ever crawl and slither across this planet, if its even got the dead not able to rest in peace without first having begged and beseeched the American populace to not vote for that thing.

This poor deceased man could not go peacefully into eternal slumber without making us aware of the fact that he was so against Hillary Clinton descending to the presidency that he felt compelled to put in a final plea upon his death bed to his family to please include in his obituary the fact that we would be making a most terrible mistake in electing Hillary Clinton as our next president.

When the dead speak, you must listen because I am pretty sure that the dead has reconciled with their god before the final trumpet blows and the last thing that the dead would do is to attempt to steer us wrong. If you won’t listen to the dead, who will you listen to? Because the dead have nothing left to lose. The dead, however, does know that the living still has much to lose even though the living think they have lost everything already. Don’t be fooled. Your situation and mine could get so much worse and we should all know this.

Hillary Rodham Clinton has a long history of proving that it is not trustworthy, is a stooge for the ‘elites’, loves wars, is in bed with Wall Street, is corrupt, is a war criminal who should be behind bars, has never seen a missile that it never fell in love with and would drone strike Martin Luther King Jr.’s grave if it were found to harbor oil beneath it.

Hillary Rodham Clinton wears pantsuits because it must hide the big ass bulge of a jockstrap because that thing is no lady. That thing has got balls bigger than Bill Clinton’s and he ain’t hardly happy about that since he had to insert his penis inside Monica Lewinsky’s mouth and when her mouth could not contain all of Bill Clinton’s pent up cum, that is when it spilled down her dress. Think about that for a moment. Bill Clinton, once Hillary Clinton descends to the presidency, will have a field day with the interns in Washington, D.C. Your daughters and maybe even your sons, will never get a moment’s peace from Bill’s roving penis. And I have it on good authority from a source who shall remain nameless for obvious reasons, that Bill Clinton is still extremely virile thanks to assorted pills, attachments and other useful tools of the like. And Hillary Clinton will, once again, look the other way just as it did over the Monica Lewinsky scandal because Hillary Clinton cares not for the caresses of a mere mortal man, that thing gets off on real missiles and drones, torture and rendition practices. Just you ask Dick ‘the torturer’ Cheney as both sat in on torture sessions of innocent Gitmo detainees and chortled with glee over observing rectal hydration methods deployed to get fake ass information about suspected terrorist activities when the two biggest terrorists in the room were ‘The Watchers’; Hillary Clinton and Dick ‘the torturer’ Cheney.

Now, you don’t have to take my word for any of this and I don’t expect that you will. However, I could post a list that would wrap around this globe 21,000 times as to why you should NOT vote for Hillary Clinton, but I don’t feel the need to do that because there are so many articles available online and in print that will clue you in as to what you can expect under a Hillary Clinton presidency. And why is it that Barack Obama is hell bent on seeing to it that Hillary Clinton is the next president when both of them were seemingly at odds with one another when they were battling for the 2008 democratic presidential nomination? But now, all of a sudden, Obama has declared that Hillary Clinton is the most qualified candidate EVER! If that were true, then why didn’t Obama make that fact well-known back when he was vying for the Democratic Party nomination against Hillary Clinton and by doing so, Hillary Clinton would more than likely be the one finishing out its two presidential terms and not Barack Obama? Because everyone with more than two brain cells working should know for a fact that McCain and Palin handed the presidency to whomever would be their opponents. Because who in the world believes that Sarah Palin even takes her own dizzy self seriously? Exactly! In fact, Barack Obama’s camp fought Hillary Clinton’s camp over primary votes in Las Vegas. That contest was so contentious, it ended in a split decision.

I know that previously I stated that I felt no need to post any of Hillary Clinton’s misadventures, for want of a better word, but I shall post a few just for good measure. And so without further ado, feast your eyes on why even the dead have beseeched us not to vote for Hillary Rodham Clinton.

The Whitewater Scandal

The Monica Lewinsky Scandal

The Clinton Foundation Scandal

The Benghazi Scandal

The Clinton’s Private Email Server Scandal while Hillary Clinton was Secretary of State AND State Department emails

Foggy Bottom

Sidney Blumenthal

Millions Made on Speeches to Banks Like Goldman Sachs

TrooperGate alleges that state troopers claimed they arranged sexual liasons with then governor Bill Clinton of Arkansas.

Paula Jones sued Bill Clinton for sexual harassment.

Travelgate

Vince Foster’s Suicide(many think Chelsea Clinton is his ‘love child’) UGH!!

Juanita Broaddrick alleged that Bill Clinton raped her!

And I could continue in this vein into the next century and yet, the beat goes on. No one and no governmental agency has of yet, found any reason to indict either Clinton for what anybody else other than these two, would have been sitting inside a prison cell serving multiple concurrent life sentences, and you know this. Scandal after scandal after scandal has dogged these two wherever they’ve shown their ugly ass mugs and now, we are faced with another possible Clinton presidency? Only in America!

So, again, if you will not heed the warnings from the living, heed the warnings from the dead because as I have stated previously, the dead’s got nothing left to lose! We do!

“Do NOT vote for Hillary Clinton!,” so says, ‘THE DEAD’!

And lastly, to the deceased Mr. Larry Upright, I sure hope that after November 8th 2016, you can finally……rest in peace!

Years Ago….!

tree with rope

 

Years ago, they put a noose
around our necks for sure.
And now, they just shoot us,
They say our blood ain’t blue and pure.

Years ago, they came to see him,
while he was working in the field.
They told him his blood was bad.
Before I knew it, my man was killed.

Years ago, they said, “You’re free!”
Then they posted a sign instead.
I drank from a ‘colored only’ fountain,
slept in a ‘colored only’ motel bed.

I don’t see that sign no mo.
They hid it with a law.
They said, “No more segregation.”
But segregation was all I saw.

Slavery, it won’t no fun.
and Jim Crow was no joke.
But when King spoke on his dream
I said, “You know you ’bout to croak!”

Now, I sit on this ole stoop,
and I watch drug deals go down.
Don’t nobody want to hear from me,
I’m too old to wear a martyr’s crown.

But if you want a little advice,
live each moment like it’s your last.
Don’t expect too much from life
and you cannot change the past.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2016 Shelby I. Courtland

President Obama and his staff cost taxpayers nearly $3million to attend the Paris climate change conference SECRET SERVICE EXPENSE REPORT FOR THE COP21 IN 2015

These hypocrites could have video conferenced this event if they were indeed, concerned over climate change. But instead, they chose to thumb their noses up at the health of this planet just as they’ve always done. And with billions of people all over the world, hungry, homeless and sick, these blood sucking leeches are living high on the hog!

Oh yeah, their ‘concern’ is certainly on display! NOT!

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SECRET SERVICE EXPENSE REPORT FOR THE COP21 IN 2015 Details provided within the Secret Service expense report for the conference are as follows:  $82,991.60 was spent on air and rail travel $706,06…

More than 300,000 tons of carbon dioxide were burned for traveling to the climate change conference by Obama and his staff

Source: President Obama and his staff cost taxpayers nearly $3million to attend the Paris climate change conference SECRET SERVICE EXPENSE REPORT FOR THE COP21 IN 2015

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“Sold!…..For Twelve Head Of Cattle!”

cows

I was sold by my father for twelve head of cattle.
A child and not a woman is taken every day.
He raped me and beat me and now I bear his child;
proof of how I have been shamed in this way.
Do not praise the Mother Land for slavery is not gone
and every female child must endure this atrocity.
 Cursed with a little girl’s vagina that appeals to old men,
I am a short term fix; just a useful commodity.
 Little girls are abducted and sold by their kin.
Twelve head of cattle is the price that he paid
and the Blacks in America think they have it rough.
 Bring your girl child to Africa and she will get laid
by a man old enough to be her father’s father,
and then shut up about your problems across the sea
when we have it no better and no one to hear our screams.
For here in the land of my birth, I too, am an abductee.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2016 Shelby I. Courtland

This poem was born ‘thanks’ to a blog post I read titled, Tales of a child bride: ‘My father sold me for 12 cows’ over at https://talesfromtheloublog.wordpress.com/2016/07/26/tales-of-a-child-bride-my-father-sold-me-for-12-cows/

Once again, I owe N.S. a big HUGE apology because I tore into him something awful on my blog post titled Africans Are To Blame For Why Slaves Were Brought To AmeriKKKa! Fuck THAT Shit! and I was so horribly wrong, it is unreal! Because there I was just a going on and on about how African tribal leaders were not responsible in any way for the Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade and yet, slavery is still going on since little girls are sold by their fathers to old ass men as a way for them to escape poverty, temporarily. Here’s an idea, if you are hungry, chop your dick off and eat it and you will not be able to reproduce that which you cannot feed.

How in the hell can a mother stand by and see her daughter sold off to a ‘man’ for twelve cows? Fuck those men up over there and take over. If African women are such queens, then why are they allowing their daughters to be handled in such a manner? Why are they so complicit in the abduction, rape and beatings that their daughters are subjected to by these ‘men’ that get away with taking them and then paying for them in the form of cows and other assorted animals? And now, some are even selling their daughters for money thanks to ‘mobile money transfers’. I cannot believe that I had the nerve, the unmitigated gall to come to the defense of African tribal leaders when those filthy ass creatures are so vile, they are somewhere underneath shit!

And for those of you in America who go on and on about the regality of your so-called ‘African’ ancestors, shut the fuck up! I am sick to pieces of hearing about how we come from such exalted beings when, quite obviously, we come from stinking shit! I hate, detest and despise men because you motherfucking animals don’t fucking think at all. The only thing you do is walk around with a ‘hard on’ while looking for something to relieve it in and it really makes no difference how old it is or how young it is or if it is even human. You vile, degenerate creatures are unfit to even slither across the ground on this planet and I rue the day I ever laid eyes on any of you and had the audacity to experience lust for you savage, feckless beasts! I would not spit on any of you if you were on fire to help put it out! I’d say, “Burn motherfucker, burn!” And I would laugh all the while doing it. That is what I think of you! And fuck it! I don’t care if you are Black, white, purple or blue; it’s all the same to me! You’re all useless fuckers!

Poor innocent children are at the mercy of you two-legged dogs and I am going to protest over the likes of you getting fucked up? Nothing fucking doing! Those of you who are in America are spawns of that shit and so you’re no better! And I know this to be a fact because in my family alone, there have been incidences where grown men have raped children. So no, you nasty ass fuckers don’t get a free pass just because you are in America. You diseased and vile heathens; none of you are worth spit! And women would have been better off having never laid eyes on you!

But quite actually, women should not get a free pass either as you are complicit in what is happening to your daughters. I had a cousin that dated everything that slithered in and out of prison and her daughter was raped and given a disease by one of these vile creatures called, ‘men’. What is wrong with us? How in unholy hell can we hold our heads up and strut around as if we are doing all we can to help our children grow into mentally healthy adults? We cannot since we aid and abet in the continued dysfunctional relationships we see today in our children and their children. How can I be appalled when I hear young girls disrespecting themselves to no end when look at who is ‘nurturing’ them, if you can call it that? It is no wonder, no wonder at all over why we as a race of people are in deep, dark ass trouble. And as for that agency, “Big Brothers And Big Sisters,” just what the hell are you doing? Because if you assholes were stepping in to fill the void, we should certainly see some results from your efforts, but all I see is more of the same; children having children and learning nothing that will help them get through life. I no longer despair FOR us, I despair OF us!

What happened to this child fills me with rage and utter contempt for ‘men’. But you’re not ‘men’. I don’t know what the fuck you are. But one thing I do know is that there is nothing worthy about any of you psychopathic, filthy ass rats! Come at me with your fucking dick hanging out and see what the fuck happens to it! I fucking dare you!

When The Tables Are Turned…

weapons of war

warzone in AmeriKKKa

I opened a book, thinking that
I would immerse myself
in literature and escape reality.
But that book is back on my shelf.

For one minute, I cannot clear
a mind that has been filled
with the sights and sounds
of retribution for those killed.

Should I offer up thanks
to the gods of an eye for an eye?
Or merely be grateful
that more racists have gone, bye-bye?

You, who pretend to be the keepers
of the flame for justice and law
are finding yourselves, judged
and punished, for you are not without flaw.

When the tables are turned
and you become the hunted,
suddenly, your fright is palpable
as your mortality is confronted.

Not liking what you see,
you cry, “Victim!”
But those you killed, cry out for vengeance
against an oppressive and racist system.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2016 Shelby I. Courtland

Ex-U.S. Marine kills 3 policemen in racially tense Baton Rouge

BATON ROUGE, La., July 17 A decorated ex-U.S. Marine sergeant opened fire on police in Baton Rouge on Sunday, killing three officers, nearly two weeks after the fatal police shooting of a black man there sparked nationwide protests, one of them shattered by the massacre of five Dallas policemen.

And in the alleged shooters own words, “It’s only fighting back or money. That’s all they care about,” he said to the camera. “Revenue and blood, revenue and blood, revenue and blood.”

Train a man to kill and that is exactly what he will do. And just as all KKKops are trained to kill as are all soldiers, they are now battling it out on the streets of AmeriKKKa. And since both have access to weapons, well now, batten down the hatches.

I do not think that the countries and nations that have advised their citizens to proceed to America with extreme caution are going to cease with their travel advisories any time soon.

And this time, we have a decorated ex-U.S. marine sergeant, decorated for what, I do not know as all the details are not in as of yet. But I am quite certain that the medals and commendations that he earned were not for cake decorating, eating the most hotdogs in a hotdog eating contest or for coming in first place in a Frisbee toss. Now, you can think that I am making fun of this all you want, but the truth is that this is no laughing matter because the summer of our discontent only just started on June 21st. We are not even at the half-way mark and with two Conventions to get through, this does not bode well for the rest of a summer that has been described as an extremely ‘hot’ one and not just thanks in part to climate change.

I am compelled to ask, “Are you enjoying your summer?” I am!