‘Am I in the bad part of town?’ Tourists shocked by what they see on San Francisco streets


So, tourists are wondering if they have somehow, stumbled into the ‘bad part of town’ because America’s streets are filled with homeless, mentally ill, drug addicts? HA! That is laughable! Tourists can go to any city in any state in America and find the same. America is a shithole! Get used to it tourists or take your tourism dollars and spend them on a country that has not descended into the “Mother of ALL Shitholes!”

It’s something many San Franciscans see on a daily basis, outside their homes or offices and during their commutes. For better or for worse, locals are used to walking by crime scenes, have seen open injection drug use, and have witnessed mental health episodes firsthand.

“Is this normal or am I in a ‘bad part of town?’ Just walked past numerous homeless off their faces, screaming and running all over the sidewalk near Twitter HQ and then a murder scene. Wife is scared to leave hotel now,” wrote an Australian Reddit user Wednesday.

That person isn’t alone. On Sunday, another tourist from Canada asked the San Francisco Reddit community, “Why is this city so terrifying?”

“Is this normal or am I in a ‘bad part of town?’ It’s normal. Get used to it because it ain’t going nowhere no time soon because Americans have been conditioned to ignore the poverty stricken, to neglect her most vulnerable citizens, to look at them as a blight instead of as a human being who has fallen on hard times. Yes indeed, come here to America tourists and experience firsthand, what all of us Americans have gotten used to and we just don’t notice anymore. What you tourists see is no longer noticeable to us and so it does not impact us like it would someone who is used to hearing that America is the ‘land of milk and honey’ and therefore, should look the part. Hell! America hasn’t been the ‘land of milk and honey’ for the majority of her ‘citizens’ since day one. Many have just joined their ranks in being outcasts in this stolen nation. America is in her days of reaping what she has sown. Unfortunately, the poor are being impacted first, but they will not be suffering all by themselves for long because the same is coming for the rest of us. The writing is on the wall.

“Just walked past numerous homeless off their faces, screaming and running all over the sidewalk near Twitter HQ and then a murder scene.”

So, the homeless are right outside Twitter Headquarters? Well ain’t that a bitch? Those of you who are all agog over Twitter and our president’s tweets’, please explain to us why Donald Trump hasn’t tweeted about the conditions right outside his beloved Twitter’s headquarters. For if not for Twitter, how would he keep us informed of his intentions to continue to do what he can to add to the “numerous homeless off their faces, screaming and running all over the sidewalk near Twitter HQ and then a murder scene?” I am quite sure that the Draft-Dodger-In-Chief never tweeted about a murder scene near his beloved Twitter HQ. Oh no! He is too busy telling us how he has made ‘America Great Again!” Apparently, in Twitter Trump’s view, a great America is an America where there is rampant homelessness, poverty, drug addiction, used syringe needles lying around and mentally ill people screaming on the streets at things that are invisible to tourists. Ain’t America great?

“I’d been there for probably less than a day, just wandering around the center, and already seen more than enough poverty and suffering to cause me wanting to leave desperately,” wrote another visitor from London in 2017. “I saw many people talking to themselves, or to things that weren’t there. Even in a Macy’s, and there weren’t any police officers to help them or do anything about it.”

Ahhh! Someone came all  the way from London and was just appalled that they spent so much money on a trip to America just to see so much poverty and suffering, mental illness and homelessness that it made them want “to leave desperately” and never come back. So Macy’s wasn’t even up to par, eh? Well, it’s probably closing anyway. Haven’t you heard? Brick and mortar stores like Macy’s aren’t faring very well these days what with closures being announced left and right. That poverty thing you know. When there is so much abject poverty, who has money to spend shopping at Macy’s? Ask the folks who closed so many Macy’s stores. They’ll tell ya. Their customer base is drying up like a carcass in Death Valley California.

So, if you want to waste your tourism dollars by coming to America to see what America has descended into, which of course is a shithole, then by all means, come and get a front row seat and witness the descent. Witness the massive homeless problem that has caused tent cities to spring up. Witness how we treat the mentally ill. Witness with your very own eyes, the truckloads of used syringe needles lying around because you see, we have us a really huge heroin crisis going on and much hand wringing is being done about this by the CDC(Centers for Disease Control), but not much else since many of us are so bad off here in America that in order to dull the senses to what IS our reality, we need heroin. We need crystal meth. And the U.S. military gets the job done by protecting those poppy plants over in Afghanistan to send to America to enable us to get that heroin fix so that we can make it through another hellish nightmare of a day here in America. We will blow ourselves up with our meth labs to give the meth junkies another fix so that they too, can lose themselves in the temporary euphoria of a crystal meth high.

This IS America, tourists. Come on over! We welcome you. Someone needs to spend some money at our few remaining brick and mortar stores because we’re not. Haven’t you heard? Thousands of malls have closed or are closing. Oh, we are keeping Dollar Tree open and Dollar General, as well as Family Dollar. But that’s about it, unless you count the thrift stores and the drug dealers. The drug dealers are making out like bandits, but you already know this. You’ve seen plenty of evidence since I am quite sure that no one is so naive as to believe that all of those used syringe needles were there because of diabetics giving themselves insulin shots. Who is that naive?

I am so very glad that America’s dirty little secret has now been exposed for the world to see. I am so very glad that America can no longer take the high road and call other nations and countries, shitholes when this “Mother of ALL shitholes” has not one leg to stand on since they’ve all collapsed and are lying in a heap among truckloads of used syringe needles lying on sidewalks, parking lots, in front of Twitter headquarters, coffee shops and closed department stores all across America. What the tourists saw on San Francisco streets and were horrified over can be found on just about every street everywhere in America. But don’t take my word for it. Come here for a visit! You’ll never want to come back. Just ask this person!

“I’d been there for probably less than a day, just wandering around the center, and already seen more than enough poverty and suffering to cause me wanting to leave desperately,” wrote another visitor from London in 2017.”

“Desperation,” how aptly it applies to America; hopelessness, despair, distress, pain, agony, torment, torture, misery, wretchedness, defeatism. We are truly a desperate and defeated nation. I wonder….where has that great ‘American exceptionalism’ gone? Oh, my bad! That was just a bullshit PR stunt meant to lull us into feeling good about our descent as we were about to hit rock bottom; bottoming out in poverty, homelessness, mental illness and drug addiction over our despair at ‘life’ in America. What a tourist attraction.

“Am I in the bad part of town?” If you’re in America’, yes you are! Every square mile of it!

“Black People, Please Take Your Children To See The New ‘Black Panther’ Movie For Black History Month!”


First of all, let me start off by saying that this movie would NOT be in theaters this month if it were based on the REAL Black Panthers.

The Black Panthers, also known as the Black Panther Party, was a political organization founded in 1966 by Huey Newton and Bobby Seale to challenge police brutality against the African American community. Dressed in black berets and black leather jackets, the Black Panthers organized armed citizen patrols of Oakland and other U.S. cities. At its peak in 1968, the Black Panther Party had roughly 2,000 members. The organization later declined as a result of internal tensions, deadly shootouts and FBI counterintelligence activities aimed at weakening the organization.

The Black Panthers were not solely focused on violence. One notable program was Free Breakfast for Children. They fed as many as 20,000 children in the 1968-69 school year. This was portrayed by detractors as a propaganda and recruitment tool, as the children were taught party messages and ideology during the meals.

As I re-read the above paragraphs, what strikes me is this: “The Black Panthers were not solely focused on violence.” I don’t even know what that means because in order to fight against racism, hate groups and a government that is hell bent on our annihilation, how could it be otherwise? Non-violence did not work because if it did, the man who history lauds as one of the most peace-loving men to have ever lived would have lived out his natural life instead of having been assassinated and we all know who I am referring to; Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. That man tried in every way possible to bring about change, peacefully and what did he get for his efforts, he got an assassin’s bullet, that’s what he got for drawing attention to the plight of slaves in America. That’s right, I said, “Slaves!” Because that is what we all are and aren’t we reminded of it every single day.

Slaves make up only 13% of the population count in America and yet in 2014, slaves represented 34% of the prison population in America and that number is worse today.

Nationwide, Black children represent 32% of children who are arrested, 42% of children who are detained, and 52% of children whose cases are judicially waived to criminal court.

For as long as the government has kept track, the economic statistics have shown a troubling racial gap. Black people are twice as likely as white people to be out of work and looking for a job. This fact was as true in 1954 as it is today.

The most recent report puts the white unemployment rate at around 4.5 percent. The black unemployment rate? About 8.8 percent.

But the economic picture for slaves is far worse than those statistics indicate. The unemployment rate only measures people who are both living at home and actively looking for a job.

What do you think would happen if the unemployment rate for Black people included those who are incarcerated? Add in those who are incarcerated and the unemployment figures for Black men jumps to 18.6%.

The Black Panthers knew that there was no peaceful way to go about effecting change because those who made up the Black Panthers, had themselves been victims of white oppression as we are today. We only have the illusion of freedom because at any given moment, each of us could be killed for no reason whatsoever and this has been playing out on city streets all across America. The slave patrols are decked out in blue and brown uniforms and have been given legal authority by the government of America to round us up whenever it pleases them to do so. Some of us are actually locked inside cages, but those of us who are not actually IN a cage are just as caged. Go into the ‘wrong’ neighborhood and find out how free you are. Protest the murder of another slave for too long and see how fast Gestapo pigs are called out to initiate a curfew to get you off the streets and locked in at night because when you burn down the white man’s means by which he makes a profit, you see just how much a slave, you still are. Get sick and walk in the doors of a hospital seeking help and they will show you that a sick slave is of no use to them, here, and here.

So yes, it is most important that you, as adult slaves, take your children to see this new Black Panther movie that is set to come out in theaters everywhere during this celebration of Slave History Month. Continue to promote the ideals behind slavery, racism, bigotry, Jim Crow, mass incarceration, income inequality, mass homelessness, gentrification, a school-to-prison pipeline, low educational attainment, mass poverty and government sanctioned murder by cop because you are indeed promoting all of the aforementioned especially seeing as how this movie is produced by Marvel Studios and distributed by Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures. And in order to understand how racist Walt Disney was is to read about Walt Disney.

The charge: Walt Disney was racist.
The evidence: These charges stem primarily from the use of racial stereotypes in Disney movies from the 40s: Dumbo’s black crows; Fantasia’s black servant centaurette; and Song of the South, a movie so offensive that the Disney company will no longer let it be seen in public. Then there is Walt Disney’s own behavior: Gabler cites a meeting in which Disney referred to the Snow White dwarves as a “nigger pile” and another in which he used the term “pickaninny.” The book notes that Disney anticipated the Song of the South controversy and attempted to make it less racist with a rewrite and meeting with the NAACP. The meeting never happened, and the movie was released anyway. There was also some controversy about the company’s unwillingness to hire minorities at Disneyland.

I see that I’ve got to change a few words, Slaves, take your “nigger piles,” your “pickanninies” to see Walt Disney’s Black Panther and while you’re there ask the theater to beg the Disney Corporation to re-release the movie, “Song of the South,” so that you can then return and view how happy and helpful slaves were to white folks when we were still needed to pick cotton, cook and clean for them and lie down with them upon demand.

This blog post is a direct result of another blog I read about how Black children should see this movie, “Black Panther” because it will show them that there were great Black kingdoms and it will show them that Black people can have super powers and everything will just be great. Seriously???!! So these Black pickanninies, once they’ve looked at this movie, will leave the theater thinking that they have the ability to fly to freedom, to escape poverty, to get into a leaky boat and head to some great Black kingdom, to understand that the reason their daddy, uncle and cousin is incarcerated is because they just refused to use their super powers to escape incarceration in a land where they will never be free, whether caged or not. Yes, give your pickanninies the illusion of “Black Panther,” produced and released by the same company that lovingly gave us “Song of the South.”

By viewing “Black Panther,” our pickanninies will celebrate Slave History Month like it should be celebrated. We will continue to enrich the coffers of our slave owners just as we’ve always done. We may no longer cook all Massa’s meals, we may no longer pick his cotton, we may no longer tend his fields from sunup to sundown, but by god, we shall surely give our hard-earned pennies to him during this month that he has set aside for us to celebrate his benevolence towards us by putting together a movie starring many who look like us and who are from a fake kingdom when the truth of the matter is this movie is not far off its mark because there truly was a kingdom and our ancestors resided there, but the Walt Disneys of this world saw an opportunity in your ancestors and so they took them, they took them to enrich themselves and you are a product of that enrichment and you are still enriching them today. Oh, I am pretty sure that it was just a major coincidence that “Black Panther” is coming out just in time for Black History Month, I am that naïve.

I am so very sorry that the strong Black people of yesteryear are no longer with us because the women of the Civil Rights Movement would not be taking their children to see a movie that will be released by the very same company that released “Song of the South.” Their children would take part in a boycott of this movie just as they took part in the Montgomery Bus Boycott.

The Montgomery Bus Boycott was a civil-rights protest during which African Americans refused to ride city buses in Montgomery, Alabama, to protest segregated seating. The boycott took place from December 5, 1955, to December 20, 1956, and is regarded as the first large-scale U.S. demonstration against segregation.

The Women’s Political Council (WPC), a group of black women working for civil rights, began circulating flyers calling for a boycott of the bus system on December 5, the day Parks would be tried in municipal court.

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., and the Black women and men of his day, showed us all how to stick it to the white man; one word, BOYCOTT! And that is just something we have never been willing to continue because a movie is more important than mass incarceration, massive unemployment, income inequality, gentrification, mass homelessness, food insecurity, poverty, gangs, drugs and crime in ‘Black’ communities, inequality in health care, brain developmental problems in our children due to lead paint poisoning and yet, we are going to celebrate all of this by watching a movie because we just want a two-hour break from our reality and right afterwards, we will continue to piss and moan and whine about why we are still, slaves, and  treated as such. Ask your cousin Terrell if they are showing this movie in the prison he’s serving a 30-year sentence in for having on his person, a dime bag of weed. Ask your niece, Lakeisha if they’ll be showing “Black Panther” at the prison she is serving time at because she was arrested for prostitution and drug possession; drugs to feed her crack habit. Yeah! Ask them! And then go to the affluent suburbs of Atlanta and see how white affluent heroin addicts are treated. They’ll not be rubbing shoulders with Lakeisha since affluent white addicts that have engaged in prostitution to feed their habit are sent to rehab for as many times as it takes to get them back on the road to recovery. Meanwhile, Lakeisha sits inside a prison slaving away for pennies sewing shirts and pants for corporations because you see, she is inside a ‘For Profit Prison’ and when she goes to shower, some white male prison guard is watching her and then is making her perform sex acts on him and he is raping her. But by going to see “Black Panther,” we are doing her a world of good, just as we are also doing the Black man that’s doing time and submitting to homosexual acts, just as much good because when he gets out, his wife or girlfriend is going to understand what it means to have AIDS!

And don’t forget the popcorn as you sit back, relax and enjoy “Black Panther,” the movie.

Happy Black Slave History Month!

…And On The Bright Side…


uh…wait a minute, there is no bright side. Or is there?

Drugs are killing so many people in Ohio that cold-storage trailers are being used as morgues

Rick Walters, an investigator for the Stark County coroner’s office, had just left for two death scenes: a suicide and an overdose.

From the road, he called the director of the Ohio Emergency Management Agency to ask for help. He needed more space, he explained — specifically, a cold-storage trailer to act as an overflow morgue.

As with much of the United States, Ohio is in the throes of a heroin and opioid epidemic that shows no signs of abating.

The Friday afternoon request for a cold-storage trailer highlights the epidemic ravaging the state.

So, what is causing the outrageous statistics of death by overdose? What is so wrong with Americans that they are overdosing by the thousands? It has been stated that the overwhelmingly huge numbers of ‘white’ patients who have been prescribed opioids for their physical pain has caused them to develop a habit for which they cannot obtain enough ‘legal’ prescriptions to satisfy and so therefore, they are now running to the corner drug dealer even in rural America. How many Black drug dealers are on Becky and Sarah Lane in Klan Bluff, Kentucky or in Hoity Toity City, Maine? Yeah! Slow your roll! So, blame this epidemic on the pale-skinned variety because you own it. And if you want to try the ‘white’ drug dealer for murder because Becky and Sarah overdosed to death, then start with America’s military whores and the warmongers who they work for because they sent them into Afghanistan to protect that poppy plant that when harvested is given a free plane ride right to the states and straight into the hands of Sarah, Becky, Scott and William and now, their corpses are all lying in trailers awaiting autopsies that will tell us what we already know; they died from an overdose of heroin and other drugs like benzodiazepines and don’t forget, alcohol.

Bakersfield lies in the heart of Kern County, a vast sprawl of lush cropland in California’s Central Valley. Here, accidental overdoses among white women have tripled since 1999, according to federal health data, and suicides have doubled.

The death toll has alarmed health-care workers like Eggert and given rise to a loose network of therapists, nurses, pastors and drug counselors struggling to understand a generation of women overwhelmed by modern life and undone by modern medicine.

Wow! ‘White’ women are dying because they are overwhelmed by ‘modern life and undone by modern medicine’. But what does that mean? Does it mean that ‘white’ women are dying because they have the ability to live in a ‘vast sprawl of lush cropland in California’ and so cannot deal with that ‘hood’ type of environment since it is just too horrific for words? Are ‘white’ women ACCIDENTALLY overdosing to death because ‘white’ doctors are seeing to it that their ‘white’ female patients are given enough prescription opioids to kill them? Your own ‘kind’ is wiping you out while you are somewhere wailing and moaning and gnashing your teeth and all set to blame the ‘Black’ corner drug dealer when it is not the ‘Black’ corner drug dealer that’s getting your ass hooked on opioids in the first place. But you won’t lay the blame where it belongs. It cannot be another ‘white’ person that has given you the means to your end; it has always got to be a ‘Black’ person who is to blame for your ACCIDENTAL overdose. No, it’s not because how do you think that opium that you are ACCIDENTALLY overdosing on gets into this country? And how many ‘Black’ corner drug dealers do you know who own boats and planes to ship that shit into this country? No indeed, your ‘white’ counterparts don’t get off that easily. They are why you’re able to get your hands on enough drugs to get a tag placed on your toe inside a trailer morgue, your drug epidemic is so bad.

So, you’ve got sciatic nerve pain and you cannot take the pain? You went to your ‘white’ doctor and got a prescription for that pain and now that the focus is on those bad, bad opioids, your doctor has been instructed to reduce the number of pills you get and to reduce the strength of those pills and so now, you’ve got to look around to find something else to supplement what you’ve now lost? Heroin time! And now, it’s a needle in the arm for you and OOPS! ACCIDENTAL overdose! Now, let’s blame the ‘Black boogeyman drug dealer’ AGAIN! Nope! Not this time, ya don’t. You get to blame one of your own. Again, you own this!

And next, we have this!

Drugs are killing so many people in West Virginia that the state can’t keep up with the funerals

Deaths in West Virginia have overwhelmed a state program providing burial assistance for needy families for at least the fifth year in a row, causing the program to be nearly out of money four months before the end of the fiscal year, according to the state’s Department of Health and Human Resources (DHHR). Funeral directors in West Virginia say the state’s drug overdose epidemic, the worst in the nation, is partly to blame.

So, is it ‘Black’ drug dealers providing ‘white’ West Virginians with the cause of their demise[heroin]? Let me see. There are 1,739,988 ‘whites’ in West Virginia making up 93% of West Virginia’s total population and there are 63,124 Black folks living in West Virginia and so are we then to believe that a mere 3% of the population of West Virginia is responsible for the epidemic of drug overdoses of mostly ‘white’ West Virginians? Methinks not! So don’t even go there. And now, who would be responsible for this besides those who take the drugs and overdose on them? Your friendly neighborhood pharmacist who is just filling the prescriptions of the doctors of these patients who overdosed? Or could it initially start with the means to which the doctors could actually write out a prescription for opioids thanks to the fact of those military whores stationed over in Afghanistan protecting those poppy fields and giving poppy plants when harvested, a free plane ride here with the blessings of your government, Americans? Uh..that would be the answer. There is much blame to go around, but the blame certainly cannot be laid squarely at the feet of the ever so put upon ‘Black bogeyman corner drug dealer’.

‘White’ folks, you’d better wake up and smell the reasons for your addictions. While your counterparts have been studying and experimenting on Black people for hundreds of years, they have neglected your ass and now the hand wringing and gnashing of teeth is all the rage because they just did not see this most horrible of all epidemics coming; that of suburban, rural and city ‘white’ America succumbing to the lure and temptation of opioid addiction. No one saw your isolation amongst ‘lush cropland in California’ and near coalmines in West Virginia and in the back hills of Kentucky. It was just taken for granted that you were just loving life seeing as how you had every reason, what with your ‘white privilege’ and all to shield you from everything but drug addiction.

Every day, there is yet another news article on the ordeal that ‘whites’ are going through thanks to opioids. What the hell??!!! Has not the ‘War on Drugs’ been waged since the 70s and so why are we now looking at, not an end to this ‘drug war’, but instead, we are looking at a ramped up and seemingly endless epidemic of drug-related suicides and ACCIDENTAL overdose deaths of ‘whites’? Why? Because the ‘War on Drugs’ was a war on Black people and now karma is a bitch, ain’t she? Thank you KARMA!

And the ‘good’ news just keeps on coming ‘on the bright side’.

The prospect of a Payless bankruptcy is just the last bad news to buffet the retail world. Stores like The Sports Authority, American Apparel, Aéropostale, Wet Seal and PacSun are among the retailers to have filed for bankruptcy protection in the last two years, with some liquidating altogether. On Tuesday, Sears Holdings (shld, +3.79%) admitted there is ‘substantial doubt’ it can stay in business.

Those great paying jobs at Payless, Sears, Kmart, Wet Seal, Abercrombie & Fitch, JC Penney, Crocs, Guess, bebe and the list is endless are going, going almost gone and of course this means more despondency and an even greater need to dull the pain and so grab some more opioids; that’ll make you feel better as it dulls the senses and lulls one into a false sense of ‘all is well’, that is, until it wears off and back to the doctor ‘white’ drug dealer, you go.

Let us not forget the ‘good’ news of Donald Trump’s promise of ‘more great paying jobs for Americans’. Well, Trump, where are they? Because it does not look as though those ‘great’ paying jobs will be in retail. And it certainly does not appear as if many of Trump’s supporters will even be around in four years to vote him back in seeing as how it doesn’t even feel good to PAYLESS. The only person who is getting paid is the pharmacist and ‘white’ drug dealer on Becky and Sarah Lane in Coal Mine, West Virginia. The only persons who are getting paid are the military whores who are stationed in Afghanistan guarding those poppy fields to make sure that opium gets safely to America. Fight the Taliban? What Taliban? There’s opium in dem dar fields, doncha know!

Everybody had enough ‘good’ news for one day ‘on the bright side’? Yeah! That’s what I thought!

And before I forget, let me just finish with this little gem!

For whites across America, deaths of despair are rising

For many white Americans without a college degree, life in America has devolved in a few short decades from one that offered ample economic opportunity into a socioeconomic dead end

That’s according to new research from Princeton economists Anne Case and Nobel Prize-winner Angus Deaton, who grabbed headlines in 2015 with their finding that the death rate for middle-aged white Americans had sharply risen. The new research adds color to their earlier findings, helping to explain what’s driving mortality rates for less educated whites beyond that of blacks and their counterparts in other developed countries. 

Spin it any way you like, but the fact of the matter is, even college-educated ‘whites’ are in despair since many of them are still waiting tables years after having earned a college degree. Many are janitors and are selling shoes in Payless Stores, while they’re still open, that is. So yes indeed, the chickens are coming home to roost and about time, I say! And if I don’t seem one bit upset about all of this, it is because I am not one bit upset about all of this! You thought your ‘white privilege’ would shield you from drug overdose suicides and from the pink slips dished up by a fucked up economy? Not anymore. Your own kind has now made it a fact that you are privileged to die with a needle in your arm thanks to their giving you the means to your own end while they blame everyone else for fucking you up. But you thought that Donald Trump was going to ride in on his white steed and save the day for you? Is it happening yet? Let me know when it does and I will be more than happy to add it to more ‘good’ news ‘on the bright side’!

Racism Is Why ‘Whites’ Are Dying From Heroin! Now, Ain’t That A Bitch???!!!



Just when I think I have seen it all, something else comes along and ties my knickers in a knot! Oh, for those of you out there who aren’t all in the know like I am, knickers are underwear. Read a book sometime, why doncha? But as usual, I digress. Back to the subject at hand. According to this recent article, Drug Overdoses Propel Rise in Mortality Rates of Young Whites, Black folks have the Hypocritical Oath keepers(doctors) to thank for their lack of drug overdoses. It seems that the good ole Hypocritical Oath keepers don’t prescribe oxycontin to their Black patients for fear that they will…well, read it for yourself.

Studies have found that doctors are much more reluctant to prescribe painkillers to minority patients, worrying that they might sell them or become addicted.

HA Dee Fucking HAHAHA!! Now ain’t that a bitch?! ‘White’ folks is ‘afraid’ that Black folks is gonna get hooked on some oxycontin like old Lush Plumbaugh did and need some rehab or better yet, sell their meds and pay their rent from the proceeds. Awwww! How thoughtful and considerate that the Hypocritical Oath keepers are, and for once, they claim to be looking out for the welfare and health of their Black patients and here I thought they didn’t really ‘care’ about us. But if you pay attention to the bullshit in this article, apparently, they is doing us Negroes a favor by not putting us on painkillers. They is giving ALL the painkillers to the ‘whites’ and now the moaning and groaning has begun because the Hypocritical Oath keepers could not have imagined in their wildest dreams that ‘white’ folks just might become addicted to all of those prescription painkillers that made them feel so damn good; too damn good to stop taking them. You see, according to the Hypocritical Oath keepers, ‘whites’ are not subject to addictions, oh not at all. They just take their medications as prescribed and when the bottle is empty, why, they just give up that ‘high’ they had been experiencing every time they popped that oxycontin and instead, picked up a lollipop and sucked on it. Suck! Suck! Lick! Lick! In fact, sales of Tootsie Roll pops just took off to DA moon! Yes, they did! Nope! No addictions in Whitey Whiteville, USA! But over by way of the ghetto and through the hood, the Black folks was just a hurting and some mo shit, but never was they prescribed some oxycontin for their sciatic nerve pain because Black folks are predisposed to becoming addicted to EVERYTHING, especially oxycontin otherwise known as heroin. You’ve all heard of heroin, right? It’s why the U.S. military is still in Afghanistan. Gotta protect those poppy plants so that the Hypocritical Oath keepers can feed the addiction of the ‘whites’ in Whitey Whiteville, USA.

Oh, the stories out of Whitey Whiteville, USA are horrifyingly horrible. They just tore at my heartstrings, they did. I think someone should report the Hypocritical Oath keepers to the FDA(Food and Drug Administration) and to the AMA(American Medical Association). Never mind, they are all in on it anyway. That’s my ‘theory’ and I’m sticking to it! Here is one story in particular that is just so hard to read. Get some tissues ready! You are going to need them.

Sad stories abound.

Maline Hairup died of a heroin overdose on Aug. 24, 2014. She was 38 and a Mormon, engaged to be married in the Salt Lake City Temple, near her home. Her religion taught her to spurn addictive substances — no alcohol, no caffeine. But that night, after years of taking prescription narcotics for chronic pain complicated by mental illness, she tried heroin, her sister Mindy Vincent said. Ms. Vincent believes it was the only time her sister used that drug.

Sister Mormon lady Hairup was ‘nextup’ on the overdose train to hell! Because folks, let me tell you, it’s got to be hell to be so addicted to something that you lose your religion over it. No amount of prayer could take away the addiction from poor Sister Mormon lady Hairup who was ‘nextup’ The saints did not come marching in to help Sister Mormon lady Hairup who was ‘nextup’ to ride the heroin overdose train to hell! Praise Gawd the Father-Elohim, Gawd the Son-Jehova and Gawd the Holy Spirit! Amen! Now, pass the collection plate. We need some assistance all up in here now ’cause lily white asses is dropping dead by the thousands over this here heroin epidemic and we cannot have that! What were we thinking, us Hypocritical Oath keepers? How could we have let this happen? It is unconscionable! Nice Mormon ladies should not be overdosing at the grand ole age of 38, especially when she had originally spurned the devil’s brew; alcohol. But it was her chronic pain and her mental illness of believing in a fictitious gawd and the Hypocritical Oath keepers prescribing her some oxycontin that was her undoing. Rest in peace Sister Mormon lady Hairup who was ‘nextup’ to ride the heroin overdose train to hell!

Keep those boxes of tissues handy!

There are men like Steve Rummler, who lived in Minnesota and died of a heroin overdose at age 43, taking the drug after becoming addicted to oxycontin, which was initially prescribed for a back injury. “He didn’t understand the risks,” said his mother, Judy Rummler.

Poor, poor Mr. Rummler who rumbled on down the line on the Express Train No. 9 headed straight to heroin overdose hell! He did not understand the risks of his addiction; an addiction that was sanctioned by the Hypocritical Oath keepers who gave Mr. Rummler the means to his end. Do not pass go Mr. Rummler. Do not collect $200! Just listen to Gladys Knight and the Pips and take that train, take that train, just not to Georgia, take it straight to heroin overdose hell as prescribed for you by the Hypocritical Oath keepers since it was known by the Hypocritical Oath keepers that only Black folks get addicted and should be saved from themselves by the Hypocritical Oath keepers that saw no need to worry about you suffering from an addiction to heroin and overdosing on it. And now, everybody’s knickers is in a bunch ’cause they just did not see this train coming. Sakes alive! ‘White’ folks is becoming ‘addicted’ to oxycontin aka heroin and is dying left and right! What to do! What to do! The sky is falling!

Researchers are struggling to come up with an answer to the question of why whites in particular are doing so poorly. No one has a clear answer, but researchers repeatedly speculate that the nation is seeing a cohort of whites who are isolated and left out of the economy and society and who have gotten ready access to cheap heroin and to prescription narcotic drugs.

“There are large numbers of people who never get established in the economy, who live outside family relationships and are on the edge of poverty,” Dr. Hayward said. Many end up taking prescription narcotics, he added.

‘Researchers are struggling’! Oh my goodness! They is struggling to come up with the answers as to why ‘whites’ in particular are doing so poorly. I got to climb down off the ceiling over THAT one! WHY WHITES ARE DOING SO POORLY? Did I read that right???!!!! Let me go and get my eyes checked. I know I didn’t read that correctly. White folks is doing poorly? Get the fuck outta here! Whodathunkit? I certainly didn’t thunk it! Some ‘white’ folks never got established in this economy? But I thought the ‘economy’ was doing so good! Ain’t that what Obombo would have us believe? Ain’t that what he said in his most recent lying ass SOTU? And if ‘white’ folks is doing poorly, how the hell is Black folks faring? That’s what I will save my boxes of tissues for, for the Black folks that are completely ignored over their plight in THIS economy. Let us concentrate on the poor ‘white’ folks that are left out of everything but the ability to get their hands on some oxycontin and overdose on it to the point where they ride the Express Train to Overdose Hell!

Black people are at the bottom of every single compiled statistical list with regards to employment, wealth, health care, living conditions; the whole nine yards but who is ‘struggling to come up with an answer to the question of why Blacks are doing so poorly? Not some Hypocritical Oath keepers, that’s for damn sure and certainly not any researchers that are now all up in arms over the so-called significant numbers of ‘whites’ that are dying from drug overdoses. Cry me a river and then catch a train to hell!

Talk about a new twist. Because racism is so systemic, it even defines what medical treatment Black people receive as opposed to what ‘whites’ receive. This has been perceived as the reason why Black people are not dying from drug overdoses at the same high rates as ‘whites’. The belief that Black people are more predisposed to addictions has been defined as the reason why Black people are not dying from overdoses and why ‘whites’ ARE dying from overdoses and the perception that Black people are more likely to abuse prescription painkillers has been defined as the reason why they are not dying because they are not being prescribed painkillers and why ‘white’ folks are is so disgustingly revealing of how racist this shithole called AmeriKKKa really is!

You motherfuckers are going to keep on overdosing because guess the fuck what? The ‘economy’ ain’t getting any better! So head on down to your local drug cartel; your doctor’s office and get a prescription to help you deal with the ‘pain’ of a fucked up economy and then hop onboard the train to hell! Sob fucking sob, sob sob! I really am crying a river for you bastards!

One Year Ago Today


Today marks the one year anniversary of my baby sister’s death due to a drug overdose. She died the same way Whitney Houston died. She was on the same drug that Whitney Houston was on. She started doing drugs in junior high school. First came cigarette smoking, then weed and next up was crack and that was the beginning of the end.

But here’s some background information on my sister. She didn’t grow up in the ‘ghetto’. She didn’t eat lead paint and thus start out at a disadvantage like most inner city children do. She lived in a two-parent household and no, it wasn’t perfect, but what family is? We did all the things that children do. We swam; roller skated, rode our bikes, bowled and hung out with our friends. We had birthday parties and we attended birthday parties of the children we played with. In the summer, there was always something to do; if we weren’t picking vegetables by the bushel full, we were shucking corn, shelling peas and snapping green beans and wondering where to put yet another container of strawberries. On our uncle’s farm, there were horses that we could ride and my middle sister was the only one with enough courage to mount one, only to get thrown and get right back on it while my baby sister and I just looked on and laughed. Like I said, we did all the things that children do and all the things that ALL children should have the ability to do. We attended the best schools, wore designer clothes and we were driving as teenagers paying no insurance and gassing up the vehicles without a care as to where the money to do so was coming from. We were carefree, most of the time or so I thought.

At this point, I must say that being the oldest, I was never able to attend school with my baby sister. We are four years apart and I never thought that she had the same problems in school that my middle sister did. My middle sister was bullied and because she was so scrawny, she was scared and would come to me. And since I was a strapping girl who took no shit, I quickly put paid to that shit even if I was suffering with the flu, I kicked ass on her behalf. However, I was not a bully; I just fucked up the bullies. It never dawned on me that my baby sister would get the same treatment. Yes, she was scrawny, but people liked her because she was so damn funny and I didn’t think she needed me because she never came to me and said that anyone was picking on her or telling her that they were going to beat her up if she went to school the next day. Little did I know that her situation was so much worse than getting bullied. She had gotten in with the ‘wrong’ crowd and they stole shit that they didn’t need to steal and since my sister had never done anything like that, she only got away with it for so long and then, the call came that she was in jail for shoplifting. But I digress.

My baby sister and my middle sister were close and since they were also two years apart, they would meet up in school, eventually and get to ‘pal’ around with each other. So, my baby sister would tell my middle sister things that neither one would tell me. Now, my middle sister, if she got mad at my baby sister, only then would she tell me her business and her secrets. Well, the very day that she told me that my baby sister was stealing and had been doing it for a while, was the very day that I told our mother. One of the reasons why I was hardly ever privy to their little secrets is because they knew that once I got a hold of them, I was telling mother. Unfortunately, in this instance, I was too late. We got the phone call about my baby sister’s arrest for shoplifting. I remember my mother crying her eyes out and my father left to go and get her out of jail and that was the beginning of a long and hard road for us all, but especially for my baby sister. After that, there were the suspensions from school, detention, smoking cigarettes, then weed, more stealing, back in jail and now comes the crack epidemic and that was it.

My parents tried everything. When she stole from them, they had her arrested because they had begged her to go into treatment and she refused and they figured that one way to get her into treatment was to make it a condition upon her release. Well, that happened and she went in for treatment for thirty days. She came out and went right to a known ‘crack house’. She knew where they all were. I didn’t even know ‘crack houses’ existed because I was doing my own thing and wasn’t even aware that this was going on until my middle sister was able to get into contact with me to tell me what was going on. My mother and father were having a time with my baby sister. They finally got her to go out of state to a rehab facility that was supposed to have a great success rate. She spent three years in and out of rehab and each time, she’d get out and head to a ‘crack house’.

Some sort of third cousin of ours sold drugs and told my middle sister that he had given our sister drugs to keep her from doing things for other drug dealers in order to get more drugs(he’s also dead, shot fourteen times), she was that hooked. We had heard stories, but just couldn’t believe them, not about our sister. Finally, things got so bad, that my baby sister was ostracized from the entire family. No one wanted her around because she lied and she stole and she’d sell anything you gave her for crack. When she would phone family members, they’d sometimes answer the phone and sometimes would not because they knew she would get to begging and they just didn’t want to deal with it. I was long gone by this time and hadn’t seen my sister in years. When I made it back to my hometown in 2006, she was at my parent’s house with her boyfriend and that was the last time I saw her, alive. Her boyfriend told my mother that he had had enough because my sister was constantly threatening to have him arrested since he kept attempting to leave her. She would throw herself against walls, get bruises and pick up the phone and threaten to call the police and say that he had beat her. She had gotten that bad. That was not the sister I knew. The crack had taken over and consumed her.

In the end, my sister died, alone and had to be found by one of her friends and an autopsy had to be performed because she died, suddenly. No one knew of any illness but of course no one knew what was going on with her as her calls were rarely accepted. A year ago today, she died and here I sit crying my eyes out and blaming myself because since I am the oldest, I should have somehow protected her. There must have been something that I could have done. Why did I not remain in my hometown and take care of her? I keep asking myself that. Why has it been so easy for me to turn my back on them for so long and to forget that they may have needed me? What penance can I do that would even come close to relieving even a tiny fragment of the guilt that I am consumed with? I have the unmitigated gall to write poetry about how I loved my sister. I can even form words to that effect that bring me to tears and yet, when she was alive, I was not there for her. I haven’t the right to even say her name because she was the baby and how the hell is she dead and I didn’t do a goddamn thing to stop it? How the hell can I say that I love her? How? And yet I can write words of a love that will never die when I was never there to fan the flames of love for her. And so, I cry!

So, people, understand something. You can tout the legalization of drugs until the cows come home, but drugs are not the answer. Drugs are destroying lives. Drug use is no respecter of persons. Drug addiction doesn’t care about your GPA. My sister was brilliant. She didn’t need a computer because her brain was a computer. There was nothing that she couldn’t do except get off drugs. She started off playing the clarinet and decided that she wanted to play the tenor saxophone. She excelled at that. She joined the band and marched in tune to the beat while playing her tenor saxophone. She went to college and never picked up a book, so her roommate says and yet, aced every exam. She just decided not to complete college with just two more credits to go. She could cook a meal for a 5-star restaurant and had never gone to culinary school. She could have been the highest paid comedienne there ever was. I have never seen anybody with as many natural talents as my baby sister had and yet her downfall was crack. I wish that I had one tenth of the smarts that she had because beside her, my middle sister and I would qualify as kindergarten rejects and I am SO not kidding. I don’t know if neglect or a predilection to addiction took my sister, probably both. I just know that I am mad as hell at the shits that introduced crack into communities all across this country. I am mad as hell at the shits that introduced heroin into communities all across this country. I am mad as hell that my sister needed me and I was nowhere to be found until they ‘found’ me to tell me that she was dead.

A poem, written for my sister by a cold, heartless hypocrite and that would be me!

Death does not become you.
Within my heart is where you will always live.
When I hear a tenor saxophone played,
It is to us, this gift you’ll always give.

When I’m attempting to cook a decent meal,
I hear your laughter when I know I get it wrong.
You whisper and you tell me how it’s done
And your words are the sweetest sounding song.

No, death will never become you.
Cold and lifeless, you can never be.
Within my heart and my soul, you still live.
And so long as I shall live, you will live in me.

The sound of your voice rings clear,
Even though you have been gone for a year.

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