I Hate To Admit It, But Trump Is Right About Baltimore Being Rat Infested. He Should Know Because Jared Kushner Owns Hundreds Of Rental Properties That Have Failed Housing Code Standards, But Trump Is Also Right About Elijah Cummings

Now before you shoot the messenger, remember that I am quite often IN Baltimore and the shit that I have seen would curl your toes. In fact, this blog has more posts about Baltimore than I can shake a stick at. You can go here and here and here and here and here and read all about Baltimore. Now, what did Trump have to say about Baltimore, MD?

I was just in Baltimore last week. In fact, I put up a post about what I saw because what I saw made me mad as hell! And before anyone gets any bright ideas and gets to screeching and a hollering that I need to live in a place and not merely visit in order to write about it, I have lived in Baltimore, MD multiple times. The last time I lived in that city was September 2016 to August 2017 and I got out of there like the hounds of hell were chasing me; the crime is THAT bad.

When I used to go down to the subway station, big ass rats had practically overtaken the place. The so-called ‘World Famous Lexington Market’ has had to be shut down by the health department on at least two occasions for rat infestation. And the last one was recent. In fact, Lexington Market is so filthy, I refused to use the restrooms. But when I went back in April of this year, Lexington Market had been cleaned up and cleaned out. Most stalls were closed. The drug addicts had been sent packing as well as the Korean stall keepers. There were more Black stall keepers and I had not seen them since the mid 90s when the Koreans were running the Food Court at The Harbor Pavilions at Baltimore’s Inner Harbor and Black people were operating the stalls in Lexington Market. The whites decided to run the Koreans out of the Inner Harbor and by doing so, they ran the Black stall keepers out of Lexington Market by increasing the rents so that the Koreans could afford to open the stalls vacated by the Black people. Whitey parasite ass knows how to move us around like chess pieces on a board and that shit continues to this day. But I digress.

Even though Donald Trump cannot take the high road since we have all heard that migrants in southern border facilities are drinking out of the toilet, he is right in that Cummings should take his tired old ass back to Baltimore and figure something out because Baltimore is in decay and in decline. When we were there last week, we could not take the light rail to BWI airport because of a sinkhole in downtown Baltimore on Pratt Street. When I lived there, that same area had a street blow up and spew asbestos everywhere. Homicide averages are 300+ yearly. Drug addiction is off the charts. Baltimore has been declared ‘The Heroin Capitol’ of the U.S. Homelessness is also off the charts as is prostitution, gang violence and high school drop-out rates. You cannot pass by a person who has not been shot up or who does not know of a person who has not been shot up. The Department of Justice had to issue a consent decree because of rampant police brutality against Baltimore’s citizens. We all remember the Freddie Gray riots. So, Trump was not off base. In fact, he is not the only politician to expound on the evils of Baltimore, MD. Bernie Sanders did as well. But what Trump failed to say was that his own Housing and Urban Development Secretary, Ben Carson, is not doing his job since Baltimore, MD has the worst public housing complexes in America. Yeah Trump, focus on that! Your failed leadership has something to do with what ails Baltimore and so look inside your own filthy, stinking closet and clean it out! And throw yourself out because you’re garbage as is your HUD Secretary, Ben ‘had a lobotomy’ Carson.

Conditions in Maryland Public Housing Worst in the Country

Almost a third of public housing inspections in Maryland have resulted in failing health and safety scores. According to an analysis of federal data by The Associated Press, that’s the worst performance in the country. Old, rundown complexes in Baltimore are the main culprit. Federal and city data show that 22 of 37 Baltimore sites failed their most recent inspections.

And so that makes what Bernie Sanders said about Baltimore, all the more true as well.

But just a few years ago, Sen. Bernie Sanders — a candidate seeking the Democratic Party’s 2020 presidential nomination — took his own shots at Baltimore, a struggling Northeast city grappling with high rates of violent crime, drug abuse, poverty and political corruption.

“Anyone who took the walk that we took around this neighborhood would not think you’re in a wealthy nation,” Sanders said during a visit to the city’s West Baltimore section in December 2015, the Baltimore Sun reported. “You would think that you were in a Third World country.”

The independent U.S. senator from Vermont also referred to Baltimore as “a community in which half of the people don’t have jobs.”

“We’re talking about a community in which there are hundreds of buildings that are uninhabitable,” he added, according to the Sun.

I don’t recall hearing a blow up after Bernie Sanders made this statement because what he said is absolutely true and in fact the public housing inspection report backs Sanders up when he said, “hundreds of buildings are uninhabitable,” including public housing buildings. What is not being said is the fact that politicians like Cummings are NOT doing a damn thing to mitigate the many societal ills that are plaguing Baltimore or her citizens. Even the NAACP is headquartered on Mt. Hope Drive in Baltimore and is doing not a damn thing to help anyone in that city of mostly Black residents. In fact, I never heard of one positive thing that the NAACP has ever done FOR Baltimore. Add to that the fact that not one, but two of Baltimore’s Black mayors has had to step down amid scandals and so again, as much as I hate to admit it, Donald Trump is absolutely right in his depiction of Baltimore.

And just to show you exactly how accurate his assessment is, let’s get on with it.

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There are two Baltimores; the one the tourists see and the one I see and so once again, despite the fact that I hate what Trump said about Baltimore, he did speak the truth as did Bernie Sanders. Elijah Cummings is too filled with a sense of political power and has long since gave up on improving the city where he got his start in politics. Baltimore’s Black politicians should be ashamed of themselves, but they’re not. The people of Baltimore deserve better than what they are getting and yet it took Donald Trump to point out the obvious in order for Baltimore’s politicians to spout useless rhetoric about what they are doing FOR Baltimore. They are not doing a goddamn thing FOR Baltimore. They have only used her to further advance their political careers and when she was of no further use to them, they discarded her like she was a worn out whore who has been on the streets for too goddamn long.

The whites want that city for themselves and they don’t care who they have to crawl over to get it. They don’t care who they have to move out of their way to get it. And make no mistake, even though the political face of Baltimore is Black, whites are ALL over that city like flies on shit! And as you can see from the pictures that I have posted, I have been ALL over Baltimore and so don’t fucking tell me that Trump is wrong because the proof is above. Baltimore is indeed, a tale of two cities and the neglect of one of those cities is appallingly shameful and you know which one I’m talking about!

So shut the fuck up Trump and Cummings unless you are going to help a city that is being allowed to die by design. Fuck both you motherfuckers!

I just had to add this!

Jared Kushner owns lots of apartments in the Baltimore area. Some were infested with mice.

In a now-viral tweetstorm on Saturday, President Trump characterized Rep. Elijah E. Cummings’s Baltimore-based congressional district as a “rodent infested mess” where “no human” would want to live.

His criticism rang with a particular irony in Baltimore County, where the president’s son-in-law Jared Kushner owns more than a dozen apartment complexes that have been cited with hundreds of code violations and, critics say, provide sub-standard housing to lower income tenants.

Kushner Companies, which started operating in Maryland in 2013, has owned almost 9,000 rental units across 17 complexes, many of them in Baltimore County, the Baltimore Sun reported earlier this year.

The properties generate at least $90 million in revenue annually. Kushner stepped down as CEO of the company in 2017, when he became a senior White House adviser.

In 2017, Baltimore County officials revealed that apartments owned by Kushner Cos. were responsible for more than 200 code violations, all accrued in the span of the calendar year. Repairs were made only after the county threatened fines, local officials said, and even after warnings, violations on nine propeties were not addressed, resulting in monetary sanctions.

That bastard’s properties were cited for mouse infestations, mold problems and maggots. And even though tenants tried to file a class action lawsuit, a ‘white’ judge denied their request. It wouldn’t have made any difference because my cousin was involved in a similar lawsuit and for his pains received $724.15 and this was considered a ‘windfall‘ by the attorney that is suing for more of the class action settlement in Attorney’s Fees. Poor people don’t stand a chance against these goddamn worthless ass racist vultures! And don’t even act like you don’t know who Jared Kushner is. He is Trump’s son-in-law; married to that bitch daughter of his named Ivanka and so he has not a goddamn leg to stand on when screeching or tweeting about the living conditions of people in Cummings district and Cummings has nothing to say for himself because he knew about this shit and yet said nothing! I am TOO fucking through!

“WHY?”

I am like a star that refuses to shine,
or you could liken me to a plant
that just won’t grow,
worn out from endless battles
fought over my skin.
  Is there no final curtain call
on a show that will never end?
These are my burdens of despair,
drooping my shoulders
and graying my hair.
Cops still shooting us down,
drugs plaguing what’s left
of hoods yet to be gentrified.
Siren-filled nights,
as gunfire brings home,
a message of cruelty,
inhumanity and torn apart lives.
I look for answers,
but all I have is one question,
“WHY?”

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2018 Shelby I. Courtland

Sometimes, I am so filled with despair over the suffering that is relentless, that it suffocates me. To have a heart that hurts so much to the point that it makes me want to just scream. Why are we devolving into debased creatures who can kill each other without even blinking? And it begs the question for those who believe in evolution, “Did we ever really ‘evolve’?” When I look around, I can honestly say, “No, we did not!” For surely, what we see is irrefutable proof that we certainly did not! And if anyone should be so disturbed as to believe that these were ‘mercy killings’…..just don’t even go there.

The blog that preceded this one is partly responsible for this post and then, add this into the equation and my heart is heavy with despair!

Homeless men are being gunned down on the street in Las Vegas

The video is chilling. James Edgar Lewis is sleeping under a Las Vegas freeway when a dark-colored SUV passes by. Seconds later, a man wearing a dark top emerges from the vehicle and shoots Lewis twice in the head before fleeing.

There is no struggle, no fight. Lewis never even appears to wake up.

“It’s basically an execution,” said Lt. Dan McGrath of Las Vegas Metropolitan Police.

This is the second such killing in the Las Vegas area.

On January 29, Brian Clegg was shot and killed, also while sleeping, in front of a business on a busy street.

Two lost souls sleeping on the streets, with as many horrors and problems that entails and then,  finally, from sheer exhaustion, more than likely, finding some relief in sleep, only to be shot dead.

I look for answers,
but all I have is one question,
“WHY?”

Years Ago….!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Thoughts On Prince, Michael Jackson, Whitney Houston And The Burden Of Fame!

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This is what I think about those who entertain us; the ones we laud, now and forever more for their outstanding achievements. I think that they just get burned out. I think that fame and fortune comes with a huge price tag and to pay that price, it means endless hours of grueling and exhausting work, work and work to continue to produce what they are adored for, to produce more for their fans who expect more and more and more from them.

With the recent passing of Prince and the not so distant passing of Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston, there seems to be a common denominator; aging and drugs, drugs to deal with the pain emanating from a body that has been put through a nightmarish and hellish torture. Can you just imagine what it would take to get your body ready for a concert tour? Can you imagine the hours of rehearsals, day after day after day. They have got to achieve perfection. There can be no ‘retakes’. There is no room for failure. Their fans are expecting them to give their all and to continue to give it, forever! They are expected to be above human failings. The problem is, they are not. They are put on a pedestal and they are worshipped and idolized and that has to do something to them. The pressure alone has to be beyond anything I can imagine. I would not have the stamina to withstand the pressures of being under a microscope, forever. I could not imagine the grueling workout routines and regimens they must have had to endure to be able to get through multiple back-to-back concerts and make it all look effortless and for them to look, tireless.

We are all extremely selfish when it comes to those who entertain us. We just hear and see the finished ‘product’. We don’t get to see all that goes into putting that finished ‘product’ together up until the moment they step out onto that stage and perform. We don’t see the sleepless nights when they are trying to pen lyrics to paper and then music to lyrics and then dance moves to the music. We think that it is all just glitz and glamour and fun and a beautiful voice and riches and fame and oh the wonder of it all. They must train their voice in order to extend it through hours of entertaining us and they also have no private life. Who they are friends with is known. Who they are dating or who they marry is known. Where they shop, what they buy and so forth and so on. They have no privacy whatsoever. And it seems as though it is expected of them to know that they have no right to privacy because they should know that they belong to us; their adoring and exacting fans. They cannot let us down for if they do, we will turn our backs on them, just as we did when Whitney Houston’s voice finally gave out due to her giving up. The pressure was just too great. Being in the spotlight all the time was more than she could take and add an aging body into the mix and there you have it, another ‘idol’ gone too soon, but was it too soon for her? We will never know.

And with Michael Jackson, what was different? We hear about his financial problems and we all know the scandals that rocked his life. We have heard about the abuse he suffered at the hands of his father as a child. The man had no childhood. He was expected to perform, get it right the first time and never should the word, ‘imperfect’ be a part of his life; privately or publicly. That would confuse the hell out of me. I wouldn’t even begin to know who I was, especially when I never knew what it was like to be a child; to laugh and to play and to run around a playground. He couldn’t do those things because he had lyrics to write and songs to produce and moves to choreograph; an adoring public to perform in front of and the performance had better be perfect, so said his father in his early years and he knew later on in life that it was demanded of him. But with an aging body, scandals dogging his every footstep, nowhere to turn, what did you think would happen? Oh we think that they are surrounded by a loving family and plenty of bosom buddy friends but Michael Jackson was alone with just a doctor when he died. The Michael Jacksons the Princes and Whitney Houstons of this world were more alone than we can ever know. The kind of life they must live does not bode for a long life. It cannot. The body cannot take it for long and neither can the mind. All of the greats have this in common. Not many live a long life.

Prince died alone. And yet, he was idolized. I have read that his parties were ‘All The Rage’ and everyone wanted an invitation but when the final curtain call came, who was with him? Where were all of these people who had clamored to be around him, to hitch their wagon to his star? Who faced with him, the pain of an aging body, the ravages of countless, sleepless nights spent at the piano attempting to pound out yet another hit because the hits just needed to keep coming? He was Prince. He was not a mere person. He was an idol; a god. He walked, not among us, but above us which is where we put him. No mere mortal can endure that kind of adulation forever. It exacted a toll. And death comes all too prematurely; a common denominator, once again.

These people that we idolize cease to be human and become ‘wonders’. They become stars. And where are stars? Stars are in the sky beyond our reach and so are these people. We cannot touch them. We can only see and hear them from a distance and we can read about them and follow them as best we can on social media and to one country after another when they go on tour.

But have you ever stopped and asked yourself, “Could I handle the pressure?” Have you ever even stopped to question just what it must be like to be idolized; put on a pedestal, not seen as all too human? Our idols will never live ‘up’ to our expectations because we prop them up too high and the higher we prop them up, the greater the distance they have to fall. And when they fall, we are not there to catch them. And so, they die, alone.

Think about that the next time you find yourself worshipping, idolizing and putting on a pedestal a person who, without the gift of a beautiful singing voice or some other extraordinary talent, would be just another you; an ordinary human being and not a ‘god’; a star in the sky, out of reach of us mere mortals. Please remember, they too, were mere mortals who happened to have been blessed with a gift they chose to share with us and though we think we did right by them, we only did them a disservice by never truly realizing all that we expected of them and all that they gave to us; not until after they died. We failed them, they did not fail us. Mankind was not meant to be worshipped, but to love and to be loved.

Because Your Ass Is White!

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Standing on the corner,
I’ve got these drugs for sale.
I turn a teacher into a ho
and I send her straight to hell.

Don’t put the blame on me.
I’m just a businessman.
I’m trying to make a living
the only way I can.

You don’t hate the motherfuckers
that sell you alcohol.
It’s all the same thing
but I’m the one who takes the fall.

My time on this here corner
maybe short, but it ain’t sweet.
I got the cops all on my ass
 until I’m just a piece of meat.

I must represent my gang
so don’t cross onto my turf.
Respect the line that’s drawn.
I’m just another serf.

The white man says to me,
“nigga, keep your nose clean!”
as he steals my crack and money
and kicks me in my spleen.

I ain’t got a fancy office
like the thugs on Wall Street.
But I got to live somehow.
Everybody needs to eat.

So, I shot a motherfucker.
And a child got in the way.
I didn’t set this shit in motion.
You know who called the play.

I’m on the evening news
I took a bullet to the head.
I’m just a motherfucker
lying in the morgue, dead.

The shit won’t stop with me.
That just ain’t how it works.
They gone keep those drugs coming
because of all the perks.

How you think I got the drugs?
Did you ever wonder why
I can get a gun and drugs
and make your ass so high?

I was low on the totem pole
and I always knew the score.
Get your head from out your ass.
You know why I was poor!

I was born to be a loser;
to end up dead or in the pen.
You know the goddamn truth.
I was never meant to win.

Blame me for the corruption
that comes down from the top.
You know who calls the shots
and who protects a dirty cop.

But it’s convenient to blame me
for the violence in the hood.
And ignore the burning cross
or the Aryan Brotherhood.

You can turn and look away
from what it’s all about
because in your little white bread world,
you’ll get yours without a doubt.

There ain’t no hungry bellies,
nor are there crack hos on the prowl.
You’ve got the sweetest little setup
while the rest of us live foul.

You sit nicely in the pew
on a fine Sunday morning.
You smile and pay your tithes.
You’ve got no reason to be mourning.

Your brother, he ain’t dead
from a drive by in the night.
You don’t live that kind of life
because your ass is white!

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

And don’t even bother pardoning my language or my grammatical errors. I keep it real! Deal with it! We have to!

Don’t Judge The Things I Do!

drugs

Dunk me in a martini glass.
Shower me with LSD.
Shoot me up with heroin.
Now that is ecstasy!

Fill my champagne flute,
I’ll take another shot.
Hold the ice if you please!
Oh yes, that hit the spot!

Don’t judge the things I do
to make it through the day.
I’m not cut out for slavery
just because I’ve bills to pay.

The boss is on my back.
My fate is in his hands
I do what needs to be done
and still, he makes demands.

I need so many drugs
since life, it ain’t a beach
nor a picnic in the woods
and freedom is out of reach.

They lock me up and I get out
and I go back to my ways.
What they don’t seem to know
is that on me, the vulture preys.

Capitalism, it is a bitch
Its chains, I cannot break;
It’s killing me slow and sure,
but much faster than the drugs I take.

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

The NAACP Ain’t About Shit!

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Talk about egg in the face, the NAACP is plastered with egg. So, those sell-outs were about to give Donald Sterling a Lifetime Achievement Award for racism. The NAACP now embraces racism and slavery, bowing and scraping to “Massa, yes sir.” Yes, Massa, we at the NAACP love you no matter how racist you are. We appreciate the bone that you toss to us and to show our appreciation for that bone, here’s a Lifetime Achievement Award for being a bone-tossing stomp down racist piece of shit that we just love so much because you feed our coffers since our membership drives just don’t pad the pockets of our executives like we want and need them to.

The NAACP is located on Mt. Hope Drive in Baltimore, MD and the city of Baltimore is experiencing, well…read it for yourself.

One in four people in Baltimore, MD live below the poverty line.

Since the NAACP is headquartered in Baltimore, MD, this doesn’t make any sense. Surely the NAACP could have done something about abject poverty in distressed neighborhoods all across Baltimore. Surely?

The U.S. census bureau estimates that 20 percent of Baltimore’s children are impoverished.

So, what has the NAACP been doing to alleviate this? I’ll tell you! Not a goddamn thing because the NAACP has been busy hosting Black Image Awards for the Black whores and slaves in Hollywood, holding them up as a shining example for what those poverty stricken Black folks in Baltimore should strive for.

One in four households in Baltimore, MD receive food stamps.

What has the NAACP done about that? Proceeded to put on another performance for Massa and invite him to receive a Lifetime Achievement Award for racism because that’s how you advance colored people up out of needing food stamps.

83 percent of Baltimore’s children are so poor that they qualify for free or reduced school lunch.

EIGHTY-THREE percent! Where is the NAACP? Is the NAACP really headquartered in Baltimore? Because with these statistics, I wouldn’t want to acknowledge that as fact because that would mean that this agency is not advancing ‘colored people’. Oh, that’s right! It doesn’t have to because people ain’t called ‘colored’ anymore. So, my bad! I guess that absolves the NAACP from doing what it was originally founded to do.

Baltimore, MD is the U.S. heroin capital.

Government agencies estimate that as many as one in 10 of the city’s residents are addicted to the drug.

The U.S. Drug Enforcement Agency says the city has the highest per capita heroin addiction rate in the country. Estimates of the total number of addicts in the city vary, but experts agree it’s staggering.
In a city of 645,000, the Baltimore Department of Health estimates there are 60,000 drug addicts, with as many as 48,000 of them hooked on heroin. A federal report released last month puts the number of heroin addicts alone at 60,000.
The problem in the city is so acute that the federal government has designated Baltimore part of what it calls a High Intensity Drug Trafficking Area.

Huh? For real? But, but, but, the NAACP is there to advance the ‘colored people’. Oh NAACP, Baltimore’s drug addicted could use some advancement all up out of drug addiction. Are you still in business NAACP? Or are you just in the business of handing out Lifetime Achievement Awards to racist slave owners of the NBA? Yep, that would be the NAACP’s agenda.

Lack of bathrooms poses problems for homeless in Baltimore, MD.

Baltimore City officials are looking into whether the city gets its money’s worth in the effort to end homelessness as evidenced by conditions outside City Hall.
The problem is hard to miss at City Hall, where on a bench out front, a man lay sleeping Wednesday morning and the stench coming from the plaza was unmistakable. Human feces lay in plain view.

Here’s an idea. So, why hasn’t the NAACP stepped in and at least provided port-a-pots for the homeless people because everyone needs to use the restroom, homeless or not? With all the corporate money flowing into the coffers of the NAACP to advance ‘colored people’, surely they could come up off some money to help the city with the human feces problem resulting from over 4,000 homeless people in Baltimore on any given night?

In 2009, there were 20,085 occasions on which people were refused shelter in Baltimore City due to lack of space or funds.


Did the NAACP step in with its vast resources and take up the slack? That would be a resounding, “NO!”

Of the sheltered population, 34% were women and almost a third of them had children in the shelters.

Now, this is just absolutely disgraceful! Women with children in shelters and the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People is headquartered on Mt. HOPE Drive doing not a goddamn thing to help! Unfortunately, with what the NAACP stands for these days, it ain’t much HOPE for the people who are fucked up and who are so desperately in need of help while the NAACP is focused on handing out Lifetime Achievement Awards to racist slave owners.

Uh…Cliven Bundy! You’re up next to receive a Lifetime Achievement Award awarded to you for your outstanding record on racist comments that were just taken out of context because what you really meant to say was that you would give these poverty stricken, drug addicted, free lunch eating, food stamp needing, homeless Black folks in Baltimore, MD, a job where they could get back into family oriented way of slave life because THAT’S the life! Here he is, NAACP, National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, Cliven Bundy, awaiting his invitation to come and get his Lifetime Achievement Award from you on a job well done in promoting the ‘advancement’ of colored people who should still be slaves and who quite actually, are!

I lived in Baltimore City for quite a few years and the horrors that I witnessed will never leave me. Baltimore has a majority Black population. The societal ills of that city was just outrageous. The drug epidemic was off the charts as was crime, gang activity, homicides, prostitution, drop-out rates, poverty and homelessness. I could not believe that the NAACP was actually headquartered in that city as there was no evidence that this organization was doing anything at all to attempt to alleviate any of the horrors that disenfranchised Baltimoreans were struggling with. The NAACP has in recent years, been all about status and not about relieving static conditions that are tearing entire communities apart. The organization has pulled away from its roots and is no longer even attempting to put the advancement of the Black person as its number one agenda. The NAACP now stands for The National Association for Corporate Coons. Its new mission statement is, “We bow to our corporate owners and look to pad our coffers from the corporate slave owners who will treat us well as long as we know our place and respectfully do their bidding. We will make it our business to reward slave holders or slave owners, racist as they may be because we need their money. We covet and we covet big time and mere membership dues don’t cut it. To all of our corporate sponsors, thank you Massa sir and let me lick your boots clean for you! It’s an honor and a privilege, bootlicking suck ass house slaves that we are!”

“We at the NAACP are doing our part to alleviate the issues of poverty, racism, disenfranchisement, drug addiction, gang violence, crime, prostitution, homelessness, the school-to-prison pipeline, high school drop-out rates, poverty and hopelessness in Black communities all across America by giving Lifetime Achievement Awards to racist filth! Black inner city youth, grow up so that you can play basketball for this racist filth that earned a Lifetime Achievement Award from the National Association for the Advancement of Corporate Coons. That’s your way out of the ‘hood’. Take Massa’s bone, that’s what we did!”

http://www.journeyhomebaltimore.com/problem/
http://www.wbaltv.com/news/maryland/baltimore-city/baltimore-redoubles-efforts-to-address-homelessness/22240288
http://abcnews.go.com/US/story?id=92699
http://www.businessinsider.com/poverty-in-baltimore-2013-4?op=1
https://www.baltimorebrew.com/2014/01/02/baltimores-jump-in-homicides-in-2013-defies-national-trends/

The Homeless Prostitute

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She’s bruised and she’s battered; she’s out there on the street.

She’ll suck your cock or straddle you; it’ll all be quick and neat.

 

She has nowhere to go, so it will have to be your place.

She’s not easy on the eye; best not look her in the face.

 

She’s the homeless prostitute; she uses sex to get her fix.

She’ll make you feel real good; she’s turned some real mean tricks.

 

The back door or the front door, it’s all the same to her

she’ll take it in the mouth and she’ll tell you, “thank you sir!”

 

She’s found in every city, and the Johns are all the same.

She’d never settle down, no one even knows her name.

 

She does just what she wants, she always aims to please.

She’d even fuck the devil and he’d get a new disease.

 

She’s got a racking cough, she’ll just mix it with your cum.

When the STDs take hold, you’ll wish your private parts were numb!


Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland

Disclaimer: I am not making fun of the homeless, so make no mistake about that. However, it was brought to my attention that since “sex” sells that I should incorporate “sex” into my poems about the homeless. So, in essence, I am fighting fire with fire.

An Open Letter to Barack Obama

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Dear Puppet Obama,

I am going to try and keep this letter to you, as disrespectful as I possibly can. First of all I would not like to take this opportunity to inform you that I foolishly voted for you not once, but twice. I voted for you the first time around because I protested the war in Iraq and the second time because the only alternative(other than not voting at all) was Mitt Romney. I knew that the Iraq war was based on lies long before the truth that it was indeed based on lies, ever came out.  So here you come along all fresh and new and young and spouting off about how you are against dumb wars. I sigh a huge sigh of relief because I’m thinking that finally, here is a person that is truly just as war weary as I am and so I went to the polls and voted for you. Many thought that I voted for you because….and wait for it…you’re Black! No, that wasn’t it. I’ll even let you in on a little secret. Since I was in Minnesota at the time and Minnesota is just overflowing with white folks and I am just bumping into them all the time, I was privvy to many conversations by those whose skin pigmentation is much lighter than my tan one. Many of them were voting for you and not because of your complexion but because they were thinking the same thing that I was, that you would be so war weary and would understand that we are too, that you would not get us embroiled in another conflict, another war that is. Others stated that they voted for you because John McCain was just too damn old!  How innocent and trusting we were. How completely naive we were to believe that you would be different, that you hadn’t lied and sold your soul to the puppetmasters. Oh, yes, you tricked us and you tricked us out.

But I digress. We watched while you decided to ensure that there would be health care for all and then we watched when you caved-in on the public option to the republicans. We watched and took note when you failed to do anything about the Bush bailouts that bailed out the biggest fraudsters in history, the Wall Street bankers, a bailout paid for by us and again, we watched those same crooks push bad loans on to people who were trying to realize the ‘American dream’ by seeking to become homeowners. We watched as report after report came out stating that those who were actual prime borrowers were steered into taking out subprime loans and we watched as churches were foreclosed on. We watched dreams shrivel and die. We watched the creation of homeless tent cities resulting from the criminal behavior by those beloved ‘too big to fail’ fraudsters on Wall Street who after we bailed them out, turned around and rewarded themselves with multi-million dollar bonuses.

So, I ask when will the statistics of the poor and the homeless, the uninsured and the hungry, the seniors who must choose between medication and food, when will their numbers, their statistics demand that they are too big to be left to fail? When will you concentrate on the little children in this country since you have so much compassion for the little children in Syria that you had decided to strike the hell out of them to prove it? You see, there was a child by the name of Deamonte Driver, twelve years old who was here in America, writhing on some floor in Prince Georges County, Maryland who died because an infection from a tooth spread to his brain and killed him. Yes, yes, I know, it was before your time in the White House, but we both know that there are thousands of Deamonte Drivers who are at this very moment dying or ‘writhing’ in pain because their parents cannot afford needed medical care even with the passage of the Patient Protection And Affordable Care Act(PPACA) because many remain unemployed and if they have medicaid, there is often a wait of several months to be seen. I know this because in a little town in Virginia where I was born, I spoke with parents of children who had serious dental issues and they were waiting months to be seen. Adults who had worked until retirement and saved for it are waiting for medical services from ‘free clinics’ because they cannot afford health insurance. Many times, it took a herculean effort from me to even look these people in the face because of how bad their teeth were. What about those people? Do they even matter? Every single one of them voted for you, stood in long lines to do so. What are you doing for them now?

As you know, the Black community overwhelmingly voted for you and even now, the majority of them will not hear one harsh word uttered against you. You are undeserving of such loyalty as you have done nothing to earn it. You have ignored their plight. You have spit in their face. How little did they know that you had nothing in common with them. Your skin color does not make you Black, only the white man’s ‘one drop’ rule made you check the box, “African-American” on your census form. You have nothing in common with the descendants of African slaves, that is not your heritage, but it is mine and it is theirs, the ones who voted for you, myself included. What did we expect from you? Certainly not what we got, total and shameless contempt for us. With every speech you have given about the Black community, you have deliberately pointed the finger at us and blamed us for not hiring ourselves. You have blamed us for the double digit Black unemployment figures.  You have blamed us for the disintegration of our families and our neighborhoods due to unmitigated poverty, drugs and crime and gang violence. You have blamed us for the discrimination that we face on a daily basis. You have blamed us for the mass incarceration of our young Black men when they cannot get a good education and instead turn to criminal activity. You have blamed us for a poor public education system that is found in inner cities all across America. You have blamed us for not following in your lofty footsteps. You have accused of us of not working hard enough. You have chastized us, disrespected us, blamed us, degraded us and denounced us and to make matters worse, you went so far as to do this when speaking at the 50th Anniversary of the March on Washington.  The Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., was so above you in stature, in integrity, in honor, humility and compassion that there is no comparison and you defile him when you even so much as utter his name. He would be ashamed of you! He would chastize you! He would have nothing to do with you! And as to why? We both know the answer to that!

Finally, you have your place in history, of that you are assured. But history will not look favorably upon you and neither do I. History will show that you were undeserving in being called the first Black president of the United States of America because that, you are not. Your history is not our history. You are the first  Kenyan/Caucasian American president of the United States because the so-called ‘African-Americans’ born in this country are the descendants of slaves and that, you are not. When you stated that you would be a “president for ALL Americans”, you did not include ‘African-Americans in that statement because your subsequent actions demoted that statement to a lie. And just as you lied about your reasoning behind military strikes on Syria, we have found that we cannot trust you as you are a proven liar. You even lied when you ran as an anti-war candidate and now you want to engage us in a war based on fabrications, lies and chemical weapons. You know the history of this country and you know that this country has used chemical weapons on numerous occasions and had no problem doing so. You are dropping drones on people as I type this. You are eradicating more of our rights. You are shredding the constitution. You? Anti-war? In the words of South Carolina’s republican representative Joe Wilson, “You lie!”

Wishing that we could impeach your sorry, worthless ass(but who of any worth could take your place?).

Signed,

Shelby I. Courtland

Gentrification Is Extermination!

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GENTRIFICATION, THE BANE OF THE EXISTENCE OF THE POOR, ESPECIALLY THOSE WITH A PERMANENT TAN. REMOVE US FROM THE PLANET? THAT SEEMS TO BE THE PLAN!!!! AFFORDABLE HOUSING? WHERE? HOUSING FOR THE DISABLED? WHERE? GET ON THE ‘WAITING LIST’. OOPS! SORRY, YOU CAN’T! IT’S CLOSED!!!

Here is one definition of ‘gentrification’:

The process of wealthier residents moving to an area, and the changes that occur due to the influx of wealth. As wealthier inhabitants move into an area that is already populated with lower-income residents, the neighborhood begins to change as well. Often this will spark an urban renewal process, which cleans up the town, but often leads to an increase in rent, taxes, and other items. Sometimes this change means that the previous residents can no longer afford to live in that neighborhood, which is why gentrification can sometimes be used in a negative context.
Read more: http://www.businessdictionary.com/definition/gentrification.html#ixzz2WFHiYOTn

“Cleans up the town?” Coded wording for ‘whitewashing’ it to be exact. Gotta get those Black people out of there what with their poverty, low wage jobs and not to mention, Black people are always the last to be hired and the first to get fired at least according to the unemployment rate for Black people which stands at a whopping 13.3 percent while the official unemployment rate stands at 7.6 percent.

Yes, gentrification is the bane of the existence of the poor, especially those with a permanent tan because inner cities are being gutted to make way for the ‘upper crust’ to abide in them, thus pushing those who cannot afford higher priced digs, elsewhere.

For many years, the suburbs was the place to live and now with long commute times and offices located in the cities, many suburbanites are practically demanding to live nearer to where they work. It is for their convenience. Inner city living used to be frowned upon. Not anymore. It’s the ‘in’ thing. The problem is that with those who are more well-heeled, they can afford the high price tag for the fancier digs, the working poor cannot.

So, where are the displaced going to live? They certainly will be unable to live in the suburbs, not only due to the fact that they cannot afford to but there is the huge problem of transportation. People who live in inner cities tend to depend on public transit to get around. Public transit is sorely lacking in the suburbs, if there is any at all.

Where do we eventually want to push the working poor? Oh right! Someone mentioned ‘Mars’ the other day. I thought it was a joke, but then again…maybe not!

© 2013 Shelby Courtland