Black Power, If It Did Arise, Would Be Scary As Hell!

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Exploitation from Africa to America
Gentrification, another form of annihilation
Exterminate the Negro and plunder his home
Subjugate the male and dominate the female

Fill their minds with false religion
Imprison their bodies behind thick walls
Poison their blood with toxic vaccines
Sterilize the queen and the hive will die

Read them no rights that they never had
Employ against them, our gestapo guards
Litter their environment with hypodermic needles
Shoot them up in Chicago and choke them in New York

They still walk amongst us despite Planned Parenthood
The guns that we gave them, did not finish the job
Hate groups we formed, have failed to intimidate
Black power, if it did arise, would be scary as hell!

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

And it so fucking would be if we only knew what to do with the power that we have. We don’t even know our own strength and that is sad. We continuously allow ourselves to be depicted as the poster child for some weird motherfucker’s shit when we’ve been on our own for hundreds of years in this shithole. When will we wake up and stop taking the shit that is slung at us every damn day? When will we stop allowing other groups to hone in on our struggles and tell them just where the fuck to go? When will we ever realize that no one can ever know what we go through but us? We are not some hashtag, nor are we some other motherfucker’s stepping stone to some goddamn rights that they ain’t even denied!

This shithole has been waging war against us ever since they dragged our asses over here and still it continues to this day. Don’t bow down to this ‘politically correct’ bullshit! If you ain’t down with it, tell these shits that you’re not. If something goes against your moral principles, make that fact well known because you are not obligated to like every goddamn body and their fucking shit that’s attached to them.

We are constantly being told that the ‘gay rights’ struggle is OUR struggle. Hell no! It ain’t! We’ve been struggling for rights long before those snakes crawled out of the closet and we continue to fight and now they want to co-opt our struggle and make it their own. Ain’t happening. Not on my motherfucking watch. It ain’t happening. Stand up for you! Don’t let anyone diminish what we are fighting for because goddamn it, we are not fighting over a CHOICE! That’s right, I said, “CHOICE” over whether or not we want to wear a dress today or a suit and tie. We are not fighting for the right to enter a bathroom just because we say that we’ve changed our sex. We were segregated because of the color of our skin and not because we were born with a dick and now, we want it chopped off and so everyone must recognize that we are now, ‘gender re-born’. Hell no! That shit ain’t us! We had no fucking say in coming over here and we damn sure had no say over how we have been treated by this shithole. But now, let some motherfucker with a big ass Adam’s apple claim that he is now spiritually, and cosmically, a woman and break out the federal lawsuits already to get his ass inside a woman’s restroom.

We have men and women who were jailed, hosed down, bitten by dogs, lynched and shot just because they were Black and speaking out against slavery, Jim Crow; the whole nine yards. They were not speaking out against being discriminated against for wearing a goddamn dress with a folded up dick underneath it. We cannot continue to let these creatures get away with suggesting that their perverted cause is our cause because, goddamn it, it ain’t! And don’t you give a good goddam who don’t like it. We don’t like what we have to deal with, but we deal with it every single day. If it don’t sit right with you, then don’t accept it! I’m not and that’s a fact!

You have the power within you, but you just don’t use it. Black folks, don’t keep kowtowing to this shit! We’re better than this! Keep the shit real!!

Merry Christmas Sandra Bland And To All Black Women In AmeriKKKa!

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Merry Christmas to ALL Black women. If you don’t know where you stand, then ask Sandra Bland. Ask the Grand Jury that decided that indictments for her murder were not necessary. Ask Bernie Sanders why he said, “There’s no doubt in my mind that she, like too many African Americans who die in police custody, would be alive today if she were a white woman,” Sanders said in a statement. “We need to reform a very broken criminal justice system.”

How the fuck can a system that is so broken; so deliberately broken be reformed? It needs to be destroyed.

But there you sit, Black women, wrapping presents and smiling at your daughters who may one day end up just like Sandra Bland. There you sit, hoping that Bernie Sanders or Hillary Clinton will initiate a reform of a fucked up criminal justice system that is anything but JUST to US! It is JUST US in the criminal injustice system and don’t you know it. But still, you wrap gifts and head to the mall for some last minute gift ideas. You laughingly joke with your friends that you have finally approached the end of your shopping. The Christmas tree is decorated. The Christmas dinner is going to be delicious this year. You have got so much to be thankful for. Yes, be thankful that you and your daughters are not Sandra Bland. Be real thankful. Be so thankful that you forget to stop for a moment and forget about Sandra Bland. Forget about the stupid goddamn reason she was pulled over. Forget about the fact that she was jailed in Texas over a minor, a MINOR traffic infraction and did she ever see the light of day afterwards? Hell no! She was SO goddamn depressed over her new job in Texas that she hanged herself in a Texas jail. Texas! The Lone Star State; home of the Alamo where a brave group of white shits that had fucked up the Indians confiscated Mexico and decided that THEY were the oppressed. Yeah, right! When the fuck have whites EVER been oppressed? Yeah, I’d fucking like to see THAT oppression! It’s always been the other way around. Oh how they love to re-write history to suit their own fucked up agenda. But those of us who refuse to be blindsided and bamboozled by those bloodthirsty savages know better. We know that Sandra Bland did not kill herself regardless of what some see-through skinned rejects from hell say!

Hold on while I top my 64′ Christmas tree with a lily-white assed angel! “Oh dear white god, high atop your heavenly perch, I am feeling your love! Oh fucking yes I am! And so is Sandra Bland. She felt your goddamn love so damn much that she hanged herself. She wanted to fucking meet you that damn bad! I just know she did. The white motherfuckers tell me so!” Isn’t that why no one is being held accountable for her death? Of course it is! No white filth in Texas had a goddamn thing to do with Sandra Bland found hanged in a jail cell. Those handy trash bags are put there for the express purpose of hanging your depressed ass if you feel the call. And Sandra Bland, according to all reports from filthy white asses, did indeed heed the call to meet her white ass maker in the sky. Praise the Lawd and pass the blood of Geezus to cleanse and wash away her sins! St. Peter done opened the gates of heaven and Sandra Bland is poised to enter. Oh wait! Hell no! She cannot enter the pearly gates because she committed the ultimate sin; she committed suicide in a Texas jail cell. Sakes alive! What the fuck? Sandra Bland was put through hell on earth and dammit if she’s not hell bound upon completion of her stint of hell on earth. Ain’t religion grand? Sandra Bland should not have been buried on consecrated ground for she was a sinner of the first degree. “Hear ye! Hear ye! No suicide shall be buried on consecrated ground. So sorry Sandra Bland. Heaven is not for you!” so sayeth the white man.

Heaven is for the saintly ass whites that murdered you. They are the vile and filthy shits that blindly send Black women and their daughters into churches all across AmeriKKKa; to sit up and worship some lily-white assed god that will never recognize you. You’re not white-assed. So, sit your worthless ass down, Black women and continue worshipping that which would kill each and every one of you if they could. And believe me, they are trying. You are worthless to them. Don’t that beat all? Oh fucking yeah! But you fall for their bullshit every time. You head to church on Sunday morning. You sit up in the pew and you listen to the word as written by lily white ass and you believe it. You swear by it. You uphold it and it never lets you down, does it? “Oh, my son Cedric will graduate from high school, ‘god’ willing!” Fuck god. He don’t will shit! God is a figment of a white motherfucker’s imagination and he uses that ‘god’ to control you and it is working. Why should it not? You’re fucking brainwashed and don’t lily white ass know it. He’s done a goddamn good ass job of it!

So, go ahead and sing your Christmas carols. Deck the halls with boughs of holly and fa-lalalala all goddamn day long. Spend your money! Max out your credit cards. Make some rich white shit’s day! Give over the title to your car and then buy that gigamongus 220″ HDTV. Hock your ass for the white man’s junk! He won’t even thank you for it. But he will hang your ass in a Texas jail and claim that you hanged yourself; you were THAT depressed AND suicidal! Deck your goddamn halls!

Merry Christmas, Sandra Bland and to you a silent, lonely and deadly night!

“Hark The Hypocrites Do Sing!”

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– sing to the tune of “Hark the Herald Angels Sing.”

Hark the hypocrites do sing!
Glory to the news they bring
Bombs on earth and missiles too
Aimed at me and aimed at you
Peace on earth is but a dream
Can’t you hear the people scream?
Watch the bombs light up the skies
Listen to the children’s cries
And the Christians doth proclaim
Christ was born and that’s so lame
There they sit with pants unzipped
I don’t want to see them stripped
Lambs aren’t in the manger fold
They are waiting to be sold
Lamb chops on the menu here
Wash them down with ice cold beer
Kiss your mother who is drunk
Daddy dear is in a funk
He didn’t get a penis pump
Where’s a cliff for him to jump?
Uncle Jack is in rehab
His herpes has formed a scab

Hark the hypocrites do sing
Glory to the new crack wing!
You will overdose again
When you do, just say, “Amen!”
We so love the holidays,
refugees are in a daze
Drones have struck the innocent
Brag about the cash you’ve spent
Christmas comes but once a year
Hark the hypocrites, you hear!
Glory to the bottom line.
Now throw out this dead ole pine
Bring me whiskey on the rocks
Time to ride some big ole cocks
Hark the hypocrites do sing!
Glory to your fake ass king!

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

And if you didn’t know, I’ll be more than happy to clue you in. Your fake ass king is M-O-N-E-Y!

I am SO in the Christmas spirit this year, I just cannot help myself. Bombs are being dropped in distant lands. Drones are killing innocent people. But for one day, we will put all of that aside. We will, for one day, express our love for our family and friends and associates. We will gift them all that credit cards can buy. This is how we show our devotion and love; with gifts. We don’t show our love by worrying about the conditions of third-world sweatshops and the people who ‘slave’ in them. We don’t care that people are suffering so bad, that they would rather commit suicide than continue on. We carelessly head to the mall and shop until we drop; shoving that piece of plastic across the counter and out the door, we go. But we are so thoughtful and kind and decent. We then head to the supermarket and thoughtlessly pick the choicest piece of butchered cow or pig or lamb and we get someone to cook that up for us; rare, medium rare or well done. Stock the liquor cabinet. Are all the mixers shelved and ready? Oh look at the beautiful tree. It was beautiful when it was in its natural state, but now, it has been chopped and kept ‘green’ by some polluted ass faucet water; that is until this is all over and then, “Throw it away!”

In all actuality, this planet should “Throw us away!” I wish to hell it would. With our fake ass moaning over climate change; we cut down more trees to have signs printed calling for climate change reform when we are instrumental in the death of this planet by the cutting down of more and more trees for those very signs. Sigh! The ‘human’ race is a disgrace to this planet and to the innocent animals that occupy it and who are at the mercy of the merciless. How can we claim to be merciful when we are shedding tears because our father or brother or sister is overseas, suited up in military gear ready to kill someone they don’t even know and for what? Room and board? Some food stamps? Glory? Honor? One thing I can say is that we cannot lose honor because we never had any to begin with. Now, we’re all just meaningless filth; pretending to be do-gooders and concerned creatures. Shove it! Your so-called ‘loved one’ would not be in Iraq or Afghanistan or Syria if we did not have that killer instinct that drives us. Love does not drive us for if it did, we would not condone the killing of others and claim that it is honorable. What the fuck are YOU celebrating this Christmas? Especially those of you who go on and on about ‘climate change’. Those of you who go on and on about the untold miseries that other people are dealing with while you go on and on about how wonderful and kind you are that you hashtagged some solidarity with the ‘unfortunates’. You did your part when you displayed some colors in a flag over your Facebook photo. Oh wow! Now shit yourself because you did GOOD!

Maybe I am Miss goddamn humbug! But at least, I am honest about the fact that I am just another worthless so-called ‘human’. But one thing about me, I’m NO hypocrite! So, enjoy your ‘holiday’. And I sincerely hope that that pig you’ll eat, deposits itself on your ass!

They Hide Behind Their god!

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Screams during the day;
rioting at night.
A president that’s indifferent
as he caters to the right.

Pulled over for no reason,
dragged out onto the street.
Hanged in a Texas cell
by those that wear a sheet.

Torn from his mother’s arms
by a cop that shot him dead.
A child was twelve years old;
to the grave, his coffin’s led.

They broke his neck and lied
just like they always do.
And then they called us thugs,
but that ain’t nothing new.

The white man simply laughs.
He’s got us by the balls.
We’re either dead on any street
or we’re behind his prison walls.

The white folks look at us.
And then they turn away.
They are all one and the same.
And yet, they have the nerve to pray.

They hide behind their god
as they sing Amazing Grace.
It was written by a slaver.
But isn’t slavery still in place?

You are fooled by all their smiles
and you sing a slavers hymn.
Forgiving, yes you are
 as they hang you from a limb.

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

I don’t know what is wrong with Black people. We are getting fucked up daily and yet, we are THE most forgiving group of people. Why is that? What makes us so damn accepting and forgiving? Why do we simply bend over and continue taking a heaping helping of ass whooping? One thing I can say about me, I never knew how to dance. Never did. I always wondered about the fact that I am Black and yet, when I got up to dance, it was assumed that I had found a dozen roaches and was attempting to stomp ’em. I think that that is the main reason why I refuse to jive down the goddamn street to the white man’s tune, I can’t fucking dance anyway. And even if I could, by now, with all the shit that’s been going down, bullshit jiving would be the last thing that I would be doing right about now. When will we ever learn? Put those goddamn protest signs down and ask yourself, how many years have we been doing the same damn thing over and over again and expecting different results? What is the definition of insanity? Yeah! You know! Doing the same goddamn thing over and over again and expecting a different result. You tell yourself, “It’s gonna be different THIS time,” but it never is. #BlackLivesMatter is gonna save the day. Don’t kid yourself. That group is as powerless as you are. The next time you see a raging inferno, take a cup of water to it and see what it does to that inferno.

The laws in this murderous hellhole called AmeriKKKa weren’t made to protect us. That is why we don’t stand a chance when we are confronted by the white man’s law. The law that they apply to us does not apply to them. They don’t do any wrong. Just ask that Uncle Tom sell-out in the White House and that piece of shit, Eric Holder that just showed us the back of his heels after leaving the ‘Justice Department’. Which Wall Street banker went to jail on corruption charges? Money laundering? Fraud? Nada! Non! None! Not one! And yet Eric Garner was attempting to add to his coffers by engaging in a bit of selling of loose, untaxed cigarettes and he is now in a coffin. You see, he wanted to be a businessman, but he couldn’t play by the white man’s rules because you have to be white in order to do that. To be a businessman, you’ve got to have the proper credentials; you’ve got to have the proper pedigree; you’ve got to be a white, lying, cheating, conniving, worm. And Eric Garner could never aspire to that.

Now, Black folks, try to go to the bank and take out a small business loan and see what you get. First, they’re going to do a criminal background check, and if you’ve been pulled over and weed was smelled inside your vehicle; well, there goes the loan. If you somehow pass the criminal background check, they’re going to check your credit score. Now, if you’ve missed one goddamn electric bill payment, no loan for you. But I’ll stop you from even wasting your time, YOU AIN”T GONNA GET A LOAN! Simple as that! Why? Because you ain’t white! Why do you think credit scores and background checks were put into play? Think! Who do they adversely affect? Look in the mirror. There you go! And that is why, there you go, right out the goddamn door of the bank, just as empty-handed as when you went in. And of course, you’re thinking that it’s all your fault. It’s not. But they do their damndest to try and make you believe that somehow, you’re not worth a penny. Don’t buy it! It’s not you that’s worth nothing. It’s them because you see, they’ve put a price on everything and according to them, your life ain’t worth spit, but the reality is, if you could pull the face off a white man, beneath it, you’d find death. That is why it is so easy for them to kill. It is because they are already dead inside. They have no heart. They have no soul and therefore, cannot have compassion or any other feelings for that matter. That is why they can pull you out of a vehicle for nothing and hang you. That is why they can shoot you in the back and plant evidence against you. That is why they can shoot a twelve-year old boy and not blink. That is why they can beat a Black woman to death. That is why they promote perversion, homosexuality, sex changes, war, human experimentation; because when they look in the mirror, they see what you don’t see. They see exactly what I’ve told you they see. They see death and that is what they promote; your death and everybody else’s because if you look around, who is doing the dying and who is doing the killing? And who started it ALL? You better wake the fuck up to what you are dealing with because death stalks this earth in the form of the white man, killing everything in his path!

Still not sold? Who built nuclear weapons and used them? Who killed the Indians for their land? Who went to Africa, stole her people and enslaved them? Who initiated a war in Iraq over a lie? Who is behind the poppy production in Afghanistan that has found its way onto every street in this shithole called AmeriKKKa? Who infested Black communities with crack? Who is sending Black bodies to the morgue by the thousands? Who is putting poisons in your food, your water and in your medicines? Who is jailing you for crimes you did not commit? Who is making up laws just to send you into For Profit prisons? Who is dismantling the public education system? Who put Jim Crow laws into effect? Who decided that two men and two women could get married? Who decided that sodomy was not a crime? Who legalized alcohol; a mind altering drug, but puts you in jail for possession of weed, a plant? Who is gentrifying your neighborhoods? Who is throwing you the fuck out by making it too expensive for you to live where you’ve always lived? Who is turning off your human right to water? Who is pretending to be benevolent by operating a charity and then stealing the donations? Who is screaming the loudest about taxes while paying none? Who is accepting bribes and kickbacks for working against your interest? Who denied you the right to vote? Who told you that you were three-fifths of a person? Who bought and sold you like cattle? Who lynched you? Who should you fear the most? The answer to every one of these questions, that’s who! And yet, you continue to march right up to the door of this shit and expect relief! Get real and prepare your ass for what’s to come!

A Whore Is A Whore!

a whore is a whore

I walk the streets of every town

as a junkie and as a whore.

A car pulls up beside me

and my habit calls for more.

 

I suck his dick and I get paid

and out the door I go.

Another ‘John’ pulls up.

It’s nasty, yes, I know.

 

This has been my job

for too many years to count.

I am sick and just about dead.

And yet, another dick, I mount.

 

Don’t waste your time by telling me

that I’m damned and going to hell.

I’ve been there and I’ve done that.

Just look at me, can’t you tell?

 

Save your prayers and save your breath

for the sinners in the church.

Preach to them about sin and such

from your lofty perch.

 

You bind yourself in marriage

to a ‘John’ that says, “You’re mine!”

And when he wants some sex,

legal whore, you toe the line!

 

Never think for one minute

that he’s faithful and he’s true.

He’s just a ‘John’ like all the rest

and he always needs to screw!

 

He pampers you and he buys you things

and you think that that means love.

How stupid can you be?

It’s not you, he’s thinking of!

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

 Don’t be hatin’ just ’cause I keep it real! *wink*

 

 

 

 

Don’t Even Act Like You Don’t Know!

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It has come to my attention that some white folks are wondering why all of a sudden, they are seeing some shit that they have never seen before. Oh, really! I wonder why is that! Like fucking hell I do! You see, for hundreds of years, whites have been hell bent on making life as unpleasant and downright miserable and ugly for any and everybody that had a permanent tan of some sort. The whites have reduced the Indians, indigenous to America to less than a third of their initial population count that was up in the millions upon millions before the whites landed here and murdered the innocent Indians, confiscated their land and indoctrinated their children into the white’s culture AND then proceeded to inform anybody else that wanted to come here that they must first apply for citizenship when the whites NEVER applied to the Indians for citizenship, they just killed them. Shot them dead and then glorified the killing of these people with the likes of John Wayne and Glen Ford and Gregory Peck riding shotgun with a wagon train attempting to get those innocent ‘settlers’ into hostile Indian territory and oh how disturbing it was to view the wagon trains that were wiped out and see the pale ass scalps of the pale skins lying all about the goddamn ground. Oh, those horrid Indian savages! How could they? Yep! That’s whitey whites take on the history of this here shithole! Just ask fucking sick and twisted ass Hollywood!

Those savage Indians just could not be got along with and so the ‘christian’ whitey whites just had to do what was necessary to tame and subdue the original inhabitants of this land; subject them to torture, maim and kill them. Round the remaining Indians up and put them on reservations where the whites could keep an eye out for any Indians that may look cross-eyed due to their situation being what it was. Never mind, the savageness of the ‘christians’ who just wanted to live in peaceful bliss with those savage ass Indians who refused to share this land with the white peacekeepers. Every fucking body knows that whites have ALWAYS been ALL about the business of PEACE! Just ask those pesky savage Indians! Ask the poor Black slaves that got dragged over to this shithole once the whites figured out that the Indians were not going to build this shithole up for them! Ask the Black people over in Africa and the other Brown people over in other Middle Eastern countries that have had the whites on their asses since day fucking one! Ask them if they’ve ever known the whites to get their big ass boot up off their goddamn necks! Ask ’em how wonderful, benevolent and kind the white ‘christians’ have always been towards them.

And now, some white folks are wondering why they are just now seeing what the Black and Brown population of this here planet has known ever since they saw the first white foot set said foot on their motherfucking land. Some white folks are just SO fucking bewildered now that there are Youtube videos of eyewitness accounts of white motherfuckers fucking up the goddamn day of said Black and Brown bodies all across this godforsaken planet! Ain’t that just a bitch? They are fucking wondering what’s about to happen to their ass! What’s about to happen to your goddamn ignorant, clueless ass is what has been happening to every Black and Brown body that the whites have been fucking up for hundreds of goddamn years! That is what is fucking happening! And about goddamn time, I say! So read the damn writing on the wall and don’t even bother to prep for that shit ’cause you ain’t gonna have time for that shit! No indeed, you are not! Your turn has come! We’ve been dealing with this shit for, AGAIN, hundreds of goddamn years and you white motherfuckers that’s just waking up are all a’gog over what you are just now privileged to witness! How lucky you goddamn Rip Van Wrinkles have been!

Sit up and recognize that your nap is being disturbed and how! Now fucking suck on that because you don’t like having your bullshit nap disturbed over some Black bodies that’s getting torn to bits every goddamn day but if you continue to see military vehicles arrive in a suburb near you, why “what’s the goddamn problem, officer?! This here ain’t the fucking hood! We is white bread christian America, doncha know!!!” I hope their fucking boot that’s been planted squarely on our necks for centuries gets shoved up your white asses so goddamn far that the toe comes outta your fucking mouth! Now, how’s that for a fucking ‘christian’ attitude! Yeah! I know! I ain’t even close to being as rotten, vile, nasty, barbaric and shitty as the peace loving ‘christians’ are but I promise to continue to work on it and that’s for goddamn certain! And AGAIN! Suck on that!

On The Wicked Ways Of Man

Jesus

I came back as a homeless man

And you locked me in a cage

The guards beat me ferociously

My Father was consumed with rage.

 

When next He sent me back to you

I walked across desert sand

A drone was sent to kill me

And I was back in my Father’s hand.

 

I was sent once more to shed some light

On the wicked ways of man

You once again, paid me no heed

since I had the deepest tan.

 

No more will I come for you

Your sins have damned you all

And when you die, you’ll not come here

In hell on your knees, you’ll crawl.

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

 This one is for the Christians because you guys have just finished patting yourselves on your goddamn back  and screaming and yelling about how “He is risen!” etc., etc., and then got on with the business of hating on your foreign neighbors, got on with the business of playing fake ass do-gooders when you’re really taking all of the tithes that you bilk from the blind sheep and using it to purchase your fancy vehicles and take your grand vacations. I’ve watched as you beseeched the public for funds to feed the homeless, only to turn around and fill your pantries and freezers with the choicest meats and delicacies and gave to the poor and hungry, outdated shit and you smiled all day long over what your hypocritical ass was doing. Oh, you’ll get yours, indeed you will.

And if you are sitting somewhere expecting an announcement that Jesus has come back, are you serious? There will be no trumpet announcements and “Gather ye!” messages. Your biblical Jesus was poor and humble and walked the earth in a robe and if you truly believe that He will arrive driving a Cadillac Escalade with an Armani suit on, are you for real? You faithless shits wouldn’t know Jesus if he walked right through you. You wouldn’t even feel Him because you are dead inside. The only thing you care for is material shit and to see people who you think are your enemies, dead. You chase after ever more elusive highs because your sad and pathetic little world is really not doing it for you, is it? No, it’s not and that is why you have to deaden the awareness because you are not really living, you are just pretending because that is expected of you and you need stronger drugs and more alcohol to get you through the day because no one can know that you are not really as happy as you claim to be. But you won’t do what you need to do. You refuse to stop worshipping money and you just can’t stop being greedy, cold, callous, thoughtless and selfish. You pretend that you are not any of those things when in fact, you are all of them and so much more of the like.

If your Jesus did come back, what would He think of you? Yeah, I know and what’s more, so do you!

 

Black Folks, We Are Fucking Doomed…..!

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….because we don’t have the face of an angel. Every goddamn time we look around, an angel is depicted as being a sweet little innocent white child all dressed up in white and with red rouge painted on the cheeks or is that Cupid? Regardless! Because even if it is Cupid, the little white cherub that shoots an arrow into your heart, Cupid is white and white is good, white is kind, white is benevolent, white is what you as Black people can never aspire to. Forget about it! Get your Black ass out of the way because you don’t have that angelic look; the look that whites have.

When next you are in church praying to a ‘white’ god, look up at the picture of Jesus Christ. He is white. How the hell could a Black man be depicted as Jesus? Everybody knows that Black people are the very spawn of the devil. I am all up in the fucking church today, preaching it! All of you Black heathens look to the ‘white Jesus’ to save you. Look to GOD who of course is also white and we know this because of all the white folks that have died, temporarily, saw a tunnel, some lights and a white man at the end of it telling them to “Go back, you have much more killing of the evil Black people to do! Now don your blue uniform with the badge and hop to it. Don that white robe with the eye slits and hop to it. Shave your white ass head and hop to it! Fuck them no-account niggaz up!” As you can see, weze unedumacated as it is. So what the hell good are we? We ain’t no goddamn good! Whites done spouted that shit out often enough.

I am always going on and on about how people should become aware of how much they matter and that people are a star in their own right, but what the fuck do I know? Quite obviously, not a goddamn thing because I too, am pissing in the goddamn wind and I don’t fucking like the taste of piss, not even my own; champagne drenched that it is. Oh that’s right! How dare I drink champagne. That’s a drink for the whites to use to toast at some prestigious affair that raised money to feed the homeless and we all know that Black families are seven times more likely to be homeless and that Blacks make up half of the U.S. homeless population. Thank you white folks,! How extremely white of you to do that especially since you own every goddamn thing anyway thanks in part to the history of this shithole called America where your ancestors slithered over here and stole land, enslaved Black people and now, you’re throwing a benefit to help those poor Blacks who never could own a goddamn thing seeing as how we was owned. But we get the blame for that by the ever so nice whites, smiling at us and patting us on our fucking nappy ass head because it’s such a shame that Black people have such rough and kinky hair. “Oh Belinda White, did you feel that child’s hair? What in the world? My stars. No wonder they’re considered three-fifths human! We got that one right!”

Yeah! So, let me sit back here behind the dumpster with my nappy ass hair and scratch myself because all Black folks are nasty and we stink! And now, I am going to open up this here Colt 45 Malt liquor and take a good long swig because that is what I do. I lounge around and drink all day and then I go down to the welfare office and fill out forms and start at the beginning of when I took my first shit so that they can hand me some free food stamps and then I promptly take those free food stamps and I sell ’em and I buy myself another Colt 45 malt liquor. I just love being drunk and stinky and to get free stuff that the good old angelic whites never berate me for. Seriously? How fucking useless can I get? Since I can’t be white and angelic and godlike and sainted and good and clean and kind because we all know that’s why white folks are here; to fucking be all of that and so much more that’s right as rain.

Black folks we are doomed and we doomed ourselves because we ain’t angelic looking. We’ve got to be white for that to happen and don’t even bother with that skin lightening shit because you’ve got to be born with their kind of white, it doesn’t come out of a bottle. Come on over here with me Black folks and I’ll hand you some malt liquor. What else are we good for, eh? So, here’s to taking the edge off. Because when you can’t BE ’em, don’t fuck ’em!  Just fucking forget ’em!

Now have a  good goddamn Happy Black History Month! Bottoms up!

 

 

First Edition: The Unedited True Edition of Black History

 

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Introduction: First of all, forget everything that you have never read in the non-existent history books about Black History as this book will replace no books on Black History.

 

One day, while sailing the oceans blue, pale skinned creatures happened upon the shores of a most beautiful land, filled with the beautiful dark ones. The beautiful dark ones were prized for their obvious beauty, gracefulness and strength since the pale skinned creatures hid behind giant lions while watching the beautiful dark ones as they ran and jumped and danced and stomped. Once the lions moved gracefully aside and the pale skinned creatures were no longer hidden from the view of the beautiful dark ones, the beautiful dark ones were very much afraid as they had never seen such pale skins before. They were overcome with awe and wonder and so they immediately ceased their dances and jumps and timidly walked over to touch the golden locks of the pale skins.

 

And as the two began to get to know one another over the tea and crumpets that the pale skinned creatures provided, it was like they had been waiting on meeting one another for ages. The tribal dialects of the beautiful dark ones were much like the forked tongued speech of the pale creatures and so communication between the two was possible. The pale skins communicated to the beautiful dark ones their need to acquaint them with their god and for the desire of the pale skins to see that the beautiful dark ones were accepted into heaven as perceived by the pale ones. This was met with approval from the beautiful dark ones and a church was soon erected and a sermon was preached whereupon, the beautiful dark ones immediately began to light a bonfire, gather around it and chant in some mysterious and strange tongue. The pale skins quickly made it known to the beautiful dark ones that this was not acceptable behavior as their god did not approve of such conduct. The beautiful dark ones felt that they were being admonished and graciously asked the pale skins to leave their land whereupon the pale skins threw themselves at the feet of the beautiful dark ones and begged them to come with them to a place of even greater beauty where the sun shines both day and night upon fields of amber grain waving in the breeze as far as the eye can see and where mountains of majestic proportions beckon and summon one to scale lofty heights and to then descend down to fruited plains; this land was called, America!

 

The pale skins told the beautiful dark ones that they would live in the finest homes, eat and drink from containers made of delicate bone china and crystal and then they would gaze upon the savior that came to earth to save all souls from eternal damnation and forever live in mansions in the sky and that there would be no need for witch doctors as medicine was free for all in this land of opportunity and that there were other dark skinned people there that would welcome them with open arms just as they too had welcomed the pale ones. “Why not come to this new and wonderful and different paradise?” the pale ones asked. “Why not board our ships that are equipped with every luxury imaginable for your pleasure? Tables adorned with fine cloth await you, heaped with the choicest meats and fruits and other delicacies too deliciously tempting to be denied.”

 

This was met with much enthusiasm by the beautiful dark ones as they talked amongst themselves and thought to only go for a visit as they knew that they would one day miss their home and wish to return and so they boarded the beautiful vessels and they sat at the fine tables covered in rich cloth and ate the freshest meats and swam in pools shaped like sea shells. The pale ones waited on the beautiful dark ones, hand and foot; seeing to their every need and making sure that they lacked for nothing. Many months passed and finally, the lookout called, “Land ho!” There was much rejoicing for the long voyage was over and the beautiful dark ones were glad to finally find solid ground beneath their feet once again and to see this glorious new land that the pale ones had spoken so glowingly of.

 

As the ship docked, the pale ones escorted the beautiful dark ones to shore and then a strange thing occurred, the pale ones disrobed and begged the beautiful dark ones to inspect them for blemishes and flaws, bad teeth and bunions. The beautiful dark ones were bewildered. They had no clue as to what to look for as they did not know what would be expected of the pale ones. The pale ones then explained to the beautiful dark ones that they needed them to help, temporarily, with their plantations which they described as virtual cities that sustained themselves by making and planting everything that was needed for the people to live on. The pale ones beseeched the beautiful dark ones to inspect them so that those of the pale skin that were more highly valued because of their flawlessness could toil alongside the beautiful dark ones for they were truly wondrous and flawless in beauty; a joy to behold.

 

And so it goes, the pale ones labored alongside the beautiful dark ones in perfect harmony with one another. At the end of each day’s nine to five shift, both the pales ones and the beautiful dark ones would sit on the porch and laugh and share punch and joke about the heat and the flies and watch the crops that they had planted together, grow. They all got along beautifully with nary a harsh word uttered between the two, nor was there ever a fight amongst them. And when the beautiful dark ones decided that it was time to go back from whence they came, ocean liners were put at their disposal to return them to their native land and as they disembarked, they were welcomed back into the bosom of their loving family and everyone lived happily ever after.

 

The End.

 

I am so glad that I stumbled across this edition of Black History because now I realize that things were not as bad as what I had not read in earlier history books that did not include Black History in them. I was under the mistaken impression that African chiefs had sold other tribes’ slaves into bondage to the whites. I was not told how the whites came to be in Africa in the first place, I just took history’s non-word for it that the whites had a legitimate and humanitarian reason for being in Africa. So, it does my heart good to get the real reality and truth as to how Black people came to be in America, but when I look around today, I am unable to see how if we once got along so well, we can’t seem to get back to that. Hmmm…. Something else to ponder, I guess. Oh well, history is not supposed to be perfect, just true!

 

And as you can see, I so love the truth!!!

 

…About A Needle’s Eye…

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Who cares about a needle’s eye?
Eternal wealth is what I crave.
I do not care about the poor.
Let them lie in a pauper’s grave.

As you attend your service to god,
You believe in him, you say.
But if you had my wealth,
to whom would you still pray?

Cease with the pretense,
that religion is all about love.
You know there is no heaven,
and no deity from above.

Whenever sheep awaken,
a shepherd is produced,
To keep the sheep in line.
another coma is thus induced.

An awakened world is dangerous,
so we invented a fairytale,
to keep from you the fact,
that there really is no hell.

Could you be kept in line,
if you were wide awake,
and not afraid of any god,
that religion could ever make?

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

Matthew 19:24- Matthew 19:29
And Jesus said to His disciples, “Truly I say to you, it is hard for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven. 24″Again I say to you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.”

25When the disciples heard this, they were very astonished and said, “Then who can be saved?”…

26And looking at them Jesus said to them, “With people this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”

27Then Peter said to Him, “Behold, we have left everything and followed You; what then will there be for us?

28And Jesus said to them, “Truly I say to you, that you who have followed Me, in the regeneration when the Son of Man will sit on His glorious throne, you also shall sit upon twelve thrones, judging the twelve tribes of Israel.…
“And everyone who has left houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother or children or farms for My name’s sake, will receive many times as much, and will inherit eternal life.…

Now, ask yourself why the Wal-Mart Waltons are holding tight to their wealth. Ask yourself why politicians who avidly profess to being conservative Christians, continue to sell their ‘soul’ for money and tightly clinch to their chest, the bribes and kickbacks they get from lobbyists. Why are Bill and Linda Gates deemed such philanthropists but they are NOT so filled with love that they are concerned about ‘getting through the eye of the needle’ that Jesus Christ supposedly talked about?

Why do the rich seem to not concern themselves with a so-called ‘afterlife’? It is because they don’t BELIEVE in some unseen deity beyond the stars. They know better! But you’ve got to be kept in line, praying to god to fill your empty pantry so that you can feed your children while corporate executives swill the finest wines and eat the choicest of meats and delicacies. Why are they not concerned about getting to ‘heaven’, entering the Pearly Gates, meeting up with St. Peter, ‘getting through the eye of a needle’?

It is because this is all a lie! A big, gigantic lie to keep the sheep, docile with the hope that some deity is going to reward them for the hardships that they endure on this planet and not look at those who have hoarded all the wealth and rise up! Religion is a tool to control people and I’ve got to say, it IS working!

Wake up people! No one is going to rescue you or save you, but you! Stop allowing yourself to be controlled. The shit that the ‘poor man’s Pope adorns himself with could feed a small country in Africa, but you don’t see him refusing to wear it. If Jesus supposedly walked around, attired in a robe with a rope for a belt, is the Pope any better than ‘Jesus’? What is your bishop, reverend, pastor, rabbi driving? A horse and buggy or a Cadillac Escalade? Are they walking? Exactly!