Trump To The Friends And Family Of The El Paso, TX And Dayton, OH Mass Shooting Victims, “Mental Illness Killed Your Loved Ones!”

So, according to Donald Trump, white supremacy is a mental illness and to cure white supremacy mental illness, treat it like you would if whites only had affluenza,

1.af·flu·en·za
1.a psychological malaise supposedly affecting wealthy ‘white’ young people, symptoms of which include a lack of motivation, feelings of guilt, and a sense of isolation.

And so now we have white supremacyenza, a psychological malaise affecting racist whites, symptoms of which include posting white nationalist manifestos on Facebook, acquiring massive stock piles of assault rifles, hundreds of thousands of rounds of ammunition due to the belief that white people constitute a superior race and should therefore dominate society, typically to the exclusion or detriment of other racial and ethnic groups and therefore, all other groups should be targeted for annihilation and so get to shooting.

To cure this affliction, the subject should be given a few therapeutic sessions on a couch, some anti-white supremacy medications, a pat on the head and be released back into society, so suggests Donald Trump.

Trump focuses on combating mental illness over new gun-control measures

He outlined a number of possible steps, including so-called “red-flag laws,” that focus on better identifying mentally ill people who should not be allowed to purchase firearms.

“Mental illness and hatred pull the trigger. Not the gun,” said Trump, who did not take questions from reporters.

Inciting racists and fanning the flames of hatred have no impact on why white males have been going on mass shooting sprees or so Trump would have us believe. He is as usual assuming no responsibility for what he has encouraged with his racist rhetoric. To get re-elected, he has stated that members of hate groups were “good people,” even as their actions led to murder when a member of said group used his car to mow down protesters that resulted in one death in Charlottesville, VA. His racist rhetoric at his rallies has promoted discord among attendees resulting in numerous fights breaking out.

Meanwhile, violence across America escalates to the point whereas in Chicago, a hospital had to go on “on bypass” due to the fact that too many people had gotten shot and the hospital could not take in any more gun shot victims.

Chicago hospital stops accepting patients after trauma center is overwhelmed with shooting victims
Chicago’s Mount Sinai Hospital temporarily stopped accepting patients Sunday morning because they were at capacity following a series of shootings, a hospital official said.

The hospital went “on bypass” in the early morning, said Roberta Rakove, Senior VP for External Affairs.

Hospitals use the term “on bypass” when they stop accepting ambulance runs and those ambulances are diverted to other trauma centers. Mount Sinai Hospital is one of five trauma centers in Chicago.

So while folks were getting shot to death in El Paso, TX, and Dayton, OH, multiple people were getting shot in Chicago to the point whereas one hospital was so overwhelmed with trauma victims that it could accept no more. When are we going to understand that we have a serious problem in America? When will the endless rhetoric about mental illness committing mass murder cease and those like Trump and others who make up the GOP start calling it what it is? When is the lamestream media going to call itself out for helping to perpetuate this whacked shit by sensationalizing it? When are we going to realize that all of this so-called mass surveillance of us is being used for other purposes since it damn sure as hell is not being used to stop mass shootings? With cameras everywhere and with the NSA supposedly spying on our every keystroke, one would think that someone, somewhere would have knowledge about this shit before it takes place. Why is it that white nationalist manifestos posted on Facebook and other so-called social media sites are always found AFTER the shooter has killed his targets? Why are our tax dollars being wasted paying for the Department of Homeland Security, The National Security Agency, The Federal Bureau of Investigation and even the Pentagon since they are doing fuck all about stopping these killers that have posted their intent for ALL the world to see? Those government agencies are not dropping the ball on this shit, they are deliberately letting this shit happen. Why else is the Pentagon claiming that it has launched unmanned surveillance balloons only in an effort to locate drug pushers? Why not use that surveillance shit to monitor hate groups?

Pentagon launching drug surveillance balloons over Midwest

The Pentagon is testing the high-altitude, solar-powered balloons across six states, The Guardian reported on Friday.

The balloons were launched to provide “a persistent surveillance system” for narcotic trafficking and homeland security threats, according to a filing with the Federal Communications Commission.

So, while white nationalists are online posting white nationalist manifestos that reveal that they have amassed a shitload of weapons and are about to shoot up some folks, the massive surveillance system installed by the Pentagon is only aimed at locating “narcotic traffickers?” Seriously???!!! They had that shit up in the Midwest while dude was in the Midwest shooting up people in Dayton, OH and they didn’t see dude with a gun since their spy shit can carry sensors and communication gear capable of detecting every vehicle in motion in a 25-mile range beneath the balloon, but cannot detect a guy carrying a high-powered assault weapon? I demand my goddamn tax money back that paid for that shit!

Meanwhile a cousin of two victims who were shot dead in Dayton, OH has a message for Donald “mental illness killed your cousins” Trump!

Unfortunately, his message falls on deaf ears and is only good for soundbites. And soon, if the stock market continues to free fall thanks to Chinese tariffs, even this will no longer be news.

A person who wishes to remain anonymous asked me to post a poem that I wrote and though I had posted that poem for other reasons, they thought that it was fitting for what is going down because people are now extra fearful over going about their daily lives what with hate being spewed, left and right from the halls of congress and especially from the WhiteRight House. I don’t think any poem is going to help matters in this country as things have gone beyond crazy and there will never be anything to approach rationality. However, I will post the poem.

Fear Is Not A Halloween Mask!

Fear is not a Halloween mask,
nor is it a walk through a graveyard.
Fear is waking up behind a dumpster
knowing that you can never let down your guard.

Fear is not ghosts and ghouls in fiction books,
nor is it a jack-o’-lantern’s evil grin.
Fear is having a pain in your side
and a bullet mark on your skin.

Fear is not a witch riding on a broom,
nor is it a cauldron boiling hot.
Fear is looking into the eyes of a killer
right before you’re about to get shot.

Fear is not a vampire biting on a neck,
nor is it a movie about a Nightmare On Elm Street.
Fear is the life you live of desperation,
hopelessness, misery and defeat.

No, we don’t need Halloween
to bring out the fear in our lives.
All we need do is live another day
to know real fear and why it thrives.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2017 Shelby I. Courtland

So no, we don’t need Halloween to bring out the fear in our lives. All we need do is face another day to know real fear and why it thrives. It thrives because hate thrives. That hate is meant to induce fear. And hate thrives because there are those who incite others to act out on their hate, whether it is to get elected or re-elected or to promote an agenda of an ‘all white Amerikkka’ or for some other reason. Fear is a real part of our lives, the fear of just going to the store to shop for back-to-school items and realizing that anyone can be carrying a high-powered assault weapon ready to aim it at us because Americans are armed to the teeth. The calls for gun control are too little, too late because as I have already stated, Americans are armed to the teeth. And now people are beginning to fear ‘living’ since it is quite clear that hatred kills and hatred is everywhere!

Welcome to AmeriKKKA! Why would you want to come here??!!

Death!

Death, is not a sweet kiss,
nor is it a deep, gentle sigh.
Death, is a struggle for life,
but we lose… and so we die.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2017 Shelby I. Courtland

I cannot recall how many times I have heard, “He was in his death throes.” And they have been defined as “sudden violent movements that people sometimes make when they are dying.”

The will to live is so strong, but death will have the ‘final’ say.

I Am Lost And In Despair!

overwhelmed

I don’t know what to say, as usual.
The things I want to do never get done.
What I need to do always takes precedence
and I am always left to wonder and to question
just why my life has to be tied up with others
to the point where I can never do for me
the things I think I need to do for my peace of mind?
Why I have not caved and fallen and is down for the count,
I know not why because it is not for want of heavy burdens.
I cannot even bring myself to weep for my tear ducts are dry
and the sad part is that I am not getting any younger,
though I am put upon as though I am in the first bloom of youth.
Never is there any help extended to me, nor arms open to receive me.
There are only urgent matters of others that fall into my lap
waiting to be dealt with by me…always me…only me.
I am running out of time for me since me is always last.
A long, ragged breath held for an eternity must escape
but to where? To where? I am lost and in despair.

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

This one probably doesn’t make any sense because I am just so goddamn tired, it’s unreal. I never made it to Baltimore. I got as far as Madison, WI and was in a hotel room recuperating from driving that far when I received a phone call from a hospital stating that my cousin had been hit by a train and had a fractured skull, broken neck, broken back and broken leg and that he was alert and aware and was being prepped for surgery. He fell off the train platform right directly in the path of an oncoming train.

I realize that I am probably feeling self pity for me and that I should just be thankful that my cousin is alive and is expected to make a full recovery…..after extensive rehab, of course. But once more, plans that I had made were, dare I say….derailed? It is quite obvious to me that I am not supposed to make my next stand in Baltimore for why would such a horrendous thing have happened right at the time that I was en-route? I give! I fucking give!

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……..

We Is Dead Meat To Them!

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Alton Sterling just bit the dust,
down in ole Baton Rouge.
He weren’t looking for no whores
of the like in “Moulin Rouge.”

I hear he was selling CDs,
trying to become a businessman.
But just like Eric Garner,
he needed another plan.

And now, another gentle giant
was felled by the slave patrol.
You have got to understand
that the white man is in control.

So, pick up your protest sign,
and get to marching down the street.
I know your shoes are worn out
as is your tired and aching feet.

But this is how you effect change,
like they did in Dr. King’s day?
Just ask him how that worked.
Damn! He can’t talk no way!

Dr. King was all peaceful like
as he took to the streets of hell.
He said, “I gots me a dream
and they shot him dead as well.

Oh, but things is different now.
They let you riot and go berserk
but then they say, “Alright, you’re done!”
And around your neck, that chain, they jerk!

We’re all Massa’s boys and girls.
We sing and we dance for him.
But if we got no talent at all,
then we is dead meat to them.

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

Well, I for one, am not getting out my dusty ass, lame ass protest sign. Sorry Alton Sterling, but since it did not work for Michael Brown, Tamir Rice, Eric Garner, Aiyana Mo’Nay Stanley-Jones, Walter Scott, Freddie Gray, Sandra Bland, John Crawford, Ezell, Ford, Akai Gurley, Rumain Brisbon, Jerame Reid, Artago Damon Howard, Jeremy Lett, Thomas Allen, Charly Leondeu Keunang, Naeschylus Vinzaint, Tony Robinson, Anthony Hill, Bobby Gross, Frank Shepherd, William Chapman, David Felix, Brendon Glenn, Kris Jackson, Spencer McCain, Albert Joseph Davis, Samuel DuBose, Christian Taylor and on and on it goes, it did not work for you or for those who will be added to this list.

If I tweet about it, that should do the trick. If I post my outrage about what happened on Facebook, that will make a difference. But I chose to only write a poem about what happened to you and so I am just as much to blame for what is going down as the people I call out. I am a ‘do nothing’ hypocrite just like we all are. We sit back and we watch this go down every single day and we do nothing because marching does nothing, lighting up Twitter and Facebook and penning poems, does nothing. I am aiding and abetting in what has been happening to Black people all across this murderous hellhole and so no, I do not sit on my sanctimonious ass and call everyone else out without including my ‘do nothing’ ass in with the lot of you!

And hoping that Alton Sterling rests in peace is like suggesting that Alton Sterling has gone to a ‘better place’ Get real! The man is as dead as a doorknob and he damn sure got no peace here and he is expected to get some restful slumber while awaiting the rapture? AGAIN!!! Get real!!!!

But wait for it! The “GASP!” Justice Department has been called in. Yep! That’s gonna help! I gagged on that lie! Oh yes I did! The ‘officers’ are on ‘paid leave’ pending, once again, not a goddamn thing and so, nothing to see here folks. Move it along! Just ask the KKKops that murdered Freddie Gray and ALL the others!! And as always, this is just another fucking day in paradise!

Dead On A Nightclub Floor!

nightclub

Dead on a nightclub floor;
shot at point blank range,
in the eyes of the deranged,
their lifestyle was just too strange.

I may not like your lifestyle,
but you do deserve to live.
And if I wasn’t afraid of needles,
my blood to you, I’d give.

We will never like each other.
And that is a well-known fact.
But the very least that we could do,
is over our hatred, try not to act.

Guns did not kill those people.
A violent man did so.
He could have easily blown them up,
and still put a tag on their toe.

But even so, a gun was used,
and we can call for a ban.
Although, it is way too late
because guns have many a fan.

Do not think that a gun ban,
will do any good at all.
Too many have already been sold.
And it’s too late to shout, “Last call!”

Their blood was spilled in anger.
Did it wash over the bereaved?
Many mourners understand,
for they too have lost and grieved.

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

I have been extremely ‘vocal’ about my feelings over the LGBT community, but no one deserves this and I would certainly never actually pick up a weapon and kill someone, regardless of how I felt about them. That is not in my nature. I don’t know if this murderer was confused over religion and maybe his own underlying sexuality issues or what, but it takes an extremely callous and insensitive individual to do what this man did. If we want to think that this man was prodded into committing this heinous act because of his religious beliefs, then I can only say, would that ‘religion’ was never a ‘creation’ of man. Because it was and it has caused nothing but wars, death, destruction and hatred to seethe and turn men’s hearts, stone cold! And unfortunately, this is not the end. It is only the end for those who were murdered.

So, I do not offer useless prayers. I will however, hope against all hope that we can eventually grow up and stop believing in fictitious ‘religious’ fairytales that have been handed down, added to and detracted from, for generations and look at where we are now as a result. It does not bode well for a future for any of us.

On Memorial Day, War Is ALWAYS Such A Blessing!

war is good

War is always such a blessing
It never is distressing or depressing.
I know all too well that this is true.
War has been good for me and you.

You proudly give your lives up for the rich.
For us, life never is a bitch.
In a blaze of glory, you go out.
And really, that’s what it’s all about.

The drone operators are so brave
as they send little children to their grave.
Since the world has become a battleground,
the drums of war make a lovely throbbing sound.

Teach your sons and your daughters about their duty.
And one day, when they are dead, we’ll make a movie.
It will honor their brave and noble deeds.
The wounded, we shall see to all their needs.

Through war, we bring peace unto this earth.
And though you break out in dubious peals of mirth,
the last laugh will always be on you,
for none of what is written is ever true.

When we put a lethal weapon in your hand,
and send you to die in a foreign land,
your life means nothing, you should know,
but you never give pause, you just go.

War is not only just a blessing,
to us, it is also quite refreshing,
that you are so willingly prostituted,
and it’s all because you are just too stupid,
to understand that if it were not for you,
no drone would ever strike on cue!

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

Yes indeed, war IS ALWAYS such a blessing! War is a blessing because we get a day off to attend parades, eat hot dogs, drink beer and be thankful over how ‘free’ we are that we can still board an airplane after having been molested and radiated. We are free!

Yes indeed, war IS ALWAYS such a blessing! War is a blessing because we get to sit on our fat asses and forget about all the people who were killed by our sons protecting our ‘freedoms’ that we hold so dear such as the freedom to be arrested for committing NO crime and getting murdered as a result, such as was the case with Freddie Gray. Freddie Gray is not here to celebrate this day in remembrance of AmeriKKKa’s war dead because he is dead and who the hell knows why? What did Freddie Gray do wrong? I mean, he was in AmeriKKKa, right? Home of the ‘FREE’? The reason we are celebrating this day thanks to ALL those who died to give us these ‘freedoms’! Right? So, why is Freddie Gray, dead? I’ll leave this alone for awhile because I know some of you are confused and need some time to come up with THE answer; the RIGHT answer!

Yes indeed, war IS ALWAYS such a blessing for the warmongers and war hawks who are in bed with the makers of the war weapons(Lockheed Martin, Boeing and Crew), you know who the warmongers are. They are AmeriKKKa’s politicians; Barack ‘Nobel Peace Prize Insane’ Obadroner, KillarE ‘Whitewater scandal Benghazigate Emailgate Big ass Jockstrap’ Clinton, Bernie ‘I believe in the drone program’ Sanders, Combover ‘Build A Wall to Keep THOSE Illegals Out, Never mind us pink-assed motherfuckers, “Indians? What Indians?” TrumpDump! And who makes the war machine possible? Why, our sons and soon…our daughters because the military generals have said that it is high time women saw some combat action. And guess why women are now necessary for the military. Can’t guess? You’re celebrating WHY! The ‘troops’ are dead, dying and committing suicide from being fucked up in the head after having been deployed too many goddamn times! You don’t get that? No, of course you don’t because all you know is that today gave you an excuse to sit back and indulge in too much alcohol, hot dogs and sun! Burn motherfuckers! Burn! Because one of these days, your turn is coming. So, eat, drink and be merry since you don’t really give a damn for the war dead because if you did, the last thing you would be doing in honor of their memory, is eating, drinking and sitting at a goddamn parade!

Your Battlefield Is Your Very Own Body!

war against us

You don’t need a pair of fatigues
or to get shipped out to foreign lands.
Your battlefield is your very own body;
before and after, they cuff your hands.

They blind you with canisters of tear gas,
 turning your tear-filled eyes, a fiery red.
For you cannot protest over one of your own,
just trudge through the cemetery to bury your dead.

There is no dignity on a coroner’s slab,
as they dig the bullets out, one by one.
Organs in a jar, weighed and tallied,
while a jury says, “No harm was done!”

Your mother and your sister shed crocodile tears.
And look to politicians to hear their pleas,
not understanding that this was all planned.
But the shame of slavery, your death will not ease.

The blood of the dead; slaves one and all,
cry out for vengeance as they walk with you.
Your ancestor’s features are carved on your face,
and the ‘white’ man and his fate will rendezvous.

There will be no mercy for the cruel and the heartless.
And when the chains enslave him, the whips lash his back,
as he displayed no mercy for his hapless captives,
slaves freed by death will rise up and attack.

Though he may beg for mercy, calling to his ‘god’,
 the day of reckoning has come at last
and he shall be made to pay for the blood he spilled;
both in present day and for days long passed.

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

What I have written here, is my most heartfelt wish and hope!

In Memory…….

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In memory of the dead, who were sent to war
In memory of the dead, yet to be sent to war
In memory of the dead, who sent them to war
In memory of the dead, who will send you to war
In memory of the dead, who were bred for war
In memory of the dead, yet to be bred for war
In memory of peace that has yet to be the result of war

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

Do I really need to explain this???!!!!

Huddled In My Cloak Of Widowhood

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I will always remember you,
on this day over all other days.
A country that had always hated you
took your life and left me, your kids to raise.

Even in war, segregation was maintained.
You were not even equal in a combat zone.
But you gave your life anyway.
And all that’s left of you is a flag and a tombstone.

I knew you when you laughed and loved
but not the you who learned to shoot to kill.
And our children will never understand my pain
or the heartache that is a war widow’s bitter pill.

So many decades have come and gone.
And still, young men are sent to die.
It would seem that no one is paying attention.
They just heed yet another battle cry.

For some, today is all about hotdogs.
And for others, a day off is just as good.
But for me, I will spend this day alone,
huddled in my cloak of widowhood.

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