Trump To Dead Soldiers Widow, “He Knew What He Was Signing Up For When He Enlisted.”

 

Donald Trump speaks the truth AGAIN and AGAIN the fallout is unbelievable!

President Trump told the widow of one of the soldiers killed in Niger that he “knew what he was getting into,” said U.S. Rep. Frederica Wilson (D-Miami), who said she was in the car where the phone call was received.

Army Sgt. La David Johnson was purportedly in Niger advising local troops on how to counter Boko Haram and al Qaeda when he and three other American soldiers were leaving a meeting whereupon they were shot dead. So much for their role as ‘advisers’. Now, we are not focusing on exactly why the government of Niger is in need of America’s military to advise them on how to handle their own business, issues or problems that’s got nothing whatsoever to do with America. We are to focus on what Donald Trump is alleged to have said to a widow about her dead husband.

Black-assed, dead Army Sgt. La David Johnson had no business in Niger in the first place. What happens in Niger is Niger’s business and yet, Sgt. Johnson was in Niger minding Niger’s business and in the process, got himself shot dead. Is America at war with Niger? Has anyone in Niger sent a missile to America? Has a ‘terrorist’ from Niger escaped Niger’s officials, boarded a plane, landed in America and promptly shot up hundreds of people as was the case with the ‘white’ terrorist that did exactly that in Las Vegas a few weeks ago? Uh…that would be a resounding “NO!”

So, yes indeed, Sgt. Johnson got exactly what he signed on the dotted line for. He signed on the dotted line to KILL OR BE KILLED and so no one should be surprised at all that Sgt. Johnson was killed. He had a gun, did he not? He was taught how to use that gun, was he not? And so whose fault is it that the other guy got the upper hand on Sgt. Johnson? It was Sgt. Johnson’s fault. No one told him to have eyes in the back of his head? No one told him that everyone he meets is presumably an enemy? So, keep your head low and your gun ready? Too bad, so sad, shit happens, right? Right!

Now, let’s all get bent-out-of-shape because Donald Trump told Sgt. Johnson’s widow that he “knew what he was getting into,” because Sgt. Johnson’s widow did not know did she? Of course she did! Did she think that Sgt. Johnson’s checks were issued on his behalf for reparations? No! Did she think Sgt. Johnson’s checks were issued on his behalf because he was providing modeling services for the U.S. military? No! Get real! Sgt. Johnson and his family were housed, fed and received medical coverage because Sgt. Johnson signed his body over to the elites killing squads known as the U.S. military. He signed any rights he had to live over to the elites when he signed the dotted line to “kill or be killed.” The elites don’t care about Sgt. Johnson, nor do they care about his widow and his children who are left behind to mourn their father who would rather be over in Niger minding Niger’s business over minding his own. No one forced Sgt. Johnson to sign on the dotted line. No one held a ‘gun’ to his head and made him fly over to Niger to ‘advise’ Niger’s officials as to how to fight who the hell knows who!

Did Sgt. Johnson know what he was signing up for when he enlisted? Damn right, he did! And for that he got just what every dead soldier receives; he got a flag-draped coffin. Now, whether or not his family received letter or a phone call from his commander-in-chief is anyone’s guess, but he got just what he signed on the dotted line for. So, if you don’t expect to get shot dead when you sign on the dotted line to “kill or be killed,” then don’t sign on the dotted line. I do understand that Americans are some stupid shits, but even this should be crystal clear to you. And if it looks to you as though those who send you to foreign lands to “kill or be killed,” don’t give a damn about you, it is because they don’t give a damn about you! Donald Trump was a draft dodger because he was not about to risk his neck for not a goddamn thing because why should his ass suit up and fight the elites wars? He thumbed his nose at “risking his life for love of country, freedom, liberty and justice;” because he knew what you can’t seem to understand in that these are mere useless words that have no meaning for the likes of Donald Trump and the elites who send other peoples children to die for no cause at all. This country has never stood for freedom, liberty and justice because this country has never understood what those words mean and so just how can you fight for something that has no bearing on a country you were born in? You cannot. You are not fighting to keep America safe. You are fighting for American hegemony; you are fighting for elites to own and control the world just as they own and control you! But because they feed you patriotic bullshit, you lap that shit up, swallow it down and beg for more and then get pissed off because someone stated the obvious to you; that you “knew what you were signing up for when you enlisted.”

You fight for something that never was. You are killed for nothing! There is no honor in dying for hypocrisy and that is exactly what you are dying for; for America to continue to reign supreme when it comes to hypocrisy. How can a nation that is filled with hatred, white supremacy, illegitimacy, stolen lands, stolen people, bigotry, prejudice, Jim Crow, slavery, racism and mass murder ever be synonymous with freedom, justice and liberty? It cannot, not when a gnat couldn’t wipe its ass on the amount of freedom, justice and liberty that can be found in America. You die because you are too stupid to see beyond the fake ass displays of patriotism; a flag that is literally dripping with the blood of Indians and slaves. You die because you are too blind to see past the first stanza of the national anthem; an anthem that pays homage to slavery, an anthem that you are supposed to sing proudly as you are led off to fight people you have never met and who bear you no ill will but yet, you expect them to not want to kill those who are in their lands minding their business. You die because you are too willing to be a tool for those who wouldn’t spit on you if you were on fire to help put it out but for whom you willingly and knowingly and with malice forethought sign up to do their dirty work and then when you are killed, they tell your family members, “He knew what he was signing up for when he enlisted.” Oh yes, he knew! And Sgt. Johnson signed up any way.

“So Mrs. Johnson, when your baby is born, tell your baby that his father died for hypocrisy. His father died for nothing. His father died to protect slavery, stolen lands, stolen people, hypocrisy, rape, torture, enslavement, whips, shackles, chains, prejudice, bigotry, racism, white supremacy, capitalism, neo-liberalism, American hegemony. Yeah! You tell him/her that!”

 

And for Black folks to take up arms in defense of this shithole called America is a disgrace to your slave ancestors who fought against the Americans; who fought with English soldiers for their freedom. Francis Scott Key who purportedly wrote the national anthem; the star-spangled banner, had his ass handed to him by a battalion of Colonial Marines; Black men who were fighting on the side of the English. Key was so pissed off that he got his comeuppance at the hands of Black men that he wrote, in favor of slavery, in one of the stanzas of the star-spangled banner, the stanza that you never heard sung by Whitney Houston, Mary J. Blige, Ray Charles, Queen Latifah, Alicia Keys, Jennifer Hudson, Luther Vandross, Beyoncé and others. Oh, no! You never heard this stanza being sung, but you had damn well better believe that those who sang the first stanza knew about this one!

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore,
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion
A home and a Country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash’d out their foul footstep’s pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave,
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

At Black people, especially those who should know better, I can only shake my head over their willful acceptance of third class citizenship in a country that continues to view them as slaves and will forever do so. You perform for Massa today just as your ancestors did hundreds of years ago, just as Sgt. Johnson did until he got what he signed up for. “No refuge could save the hireling and the slave from the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave.” No, indeed it could not! Just you ask Sgt. Johnson and his widow!

I’m Back!

It’s been awhile, I know. But if anyone has read my last blog post, then you already know that I was hell bent on getting out of Baltimore and I could not wait for the movers to fit me in on their schedule. I ordered a Penske truck, hired some guys to load the truck and actually put my ‘big’ girl pants on and drove the truck myself for hundreds of miles. Now, some of you may recall that when I was attempting to leave Minnesota heading for Baltimore, I could not even drive my vehicle because of injuries I sustained in a recent car crash, but this time around, car crash be damnned, I was going to get the hell out of Baltimore, one way or another. I drove hell for leather out of Baltimore and I didn’t stop except for gas and restroom breaks and of course, me being me, I happened to chance upon an overdose victim lying on a bathroom floor in a Sheetz gas station in the back of beyond. People were yelling for someone to get the baby that had fallen out of her hands and landed on the floor beside the overdose victim who was in the women’s restroom, also lying on the floor. For the love of!!! And for the first time in my life, I had to use a GASP!, men’s restroom. You guys can have it. One young lady who was about 12 was with her mother and her three siblings and when she saw the inside of the men’s room, she gasped and ran out while her mother was begging her to use the restroom because they did not want to have to stop again right up the road. That little lady was having none of it. Not to mention, one of the workers at the gas station had to provide us ladies with toilet tissue. You guys don’t wipe your butt? GEBUS CHRIST! You’re nasty! But as usual, I digress.

I made it out of Baltimore, just barely because I got stuck in horrific traffic and was basically crawling out of that hellhole. But I made it out. Where I am now is Hillbilly Heaven, Redneck Row, Klan Headquarters, NRA Recruitment Center, Deer Hunters Anonymous, Trailer Park Outcasts, No-Teeth Bubba Club and the list is endless, but you get the message. So far, thankfully, none of the above mentioned groups have bothered to ‘bother’ me. They’re too busy at the gun range and at the road side gun shows to even look in my general direction. Do I feel threatened? Not at all. You see, I was raised amongst this lot and don’t I know them or what? I know them and they know the likes of me and I can put up with them more so than where I left; Baltimore, that is. Ain’t it something how I can put up with the ‘Supremacy Clubs’ but I couldn’t put up with being in “The Hood?”

Now, I bet you’re saying, “Shelby, have you lost your mind?” No, not yet, I don’t think. Just because I now live in a trailer park with all the riffraff you can imagine is no reason to suppose that I am worse off than I was in Baltimore. Like I said, I grew up around the likes of these folks who go on and on about ‘supremacy’ to whomever will listen, but the thing is see, I don’t listen. I’m too busy swilling my moonshine right alongside the likes of them. We understand each other and my trailer is just a bit wider than theirs. You see, I gots me a ‘double wide’ since I had so much stuff loaded up in the truck and the folks that make up Hillbilly Heaven, Redneck Row, Klan Headquarters, NRA Recruitment Center, Deer Hunters Anonymous, Trailer Park Outcasts and No-Teeth Bubba Club actually helped me unload the truck and moved me in. Once I opened my mouth and said, “Howdy y’all!” They knew I was from a neck of the woods like their own. I may have a little deeper tint to my skin, but it meant no difference to them. They asked me how I liked their ‘gawd’, Donald Trump and I said, “I think he’s the greatest thing for America since the Boston Tea Party and that right there sent them into spasms of hoots and hollers. They even passed the jug of corn liquor around to me and after I swiped it with my sweater sleeve, I partook of a swig and I gotta tellya, it put hair on my chest. But, we is getting along, oh yes, we is. In fact, we had a discussion long into the night about Trump and the national anthem and the flag and #TakeAKnee and they were of course against taking a knee and I told them that likewise, I was agin taking a knee. They was outdone that I was, a few of ’em were, while some of em just leaned back with a knowing grin on their face like they knew what I was going to say about that.

I said, “I wouldn’t take a knee for the national anthem, nor would I place my hand over my heart because I ain’t American. That’s for you guys to do. I happen to be here on sufferance through no fault of my own and so that lets me off the hook in so far as recognizing national anthems, flags and the like. How do they apply to me? They don’t. Why should I get bent out of shape over an anthem and a flag that has no meaning for me since I was never recognized as a citizen of this nation? If others want to make a big deal out of something that does not pertain to them in any way, shape or form, then that’s on them, but as for me, I got no skin in the ‘game’. I’m merely a bystander. I am not required to take up arms in defense of this nation because this is not my nation. This is not my country for if it were, then I would have no need to take a knee when the national anthem was played. I would have no need to refuse to place my hand over my heart when reciting the pledge of allegiance. Pledge allegiance to what? A country that has never recognized me as a citizen? And why should I get upset if Donald Trump calls some grown men who play a child’s game, ‘sons of bitches’ because he is just doing what he has been doing since getting himself elected; being an egotistical asshole? This fool lives to goad people into playing right into his hands. Donald Trump is good for America because he has been able to do what no other president could do and that is to expose America’s hypocrisy for all the world to see. He has given you guys in the Klan and you Hillbilly Heaven Boys and you Redneck Row guys, your gonads back. You can now waltz down the street flying your confederate flags and wave your rifles and handguns in the air without hearing your president condemn you for doing so. You feel that he is one of you. He got cho back. You feel that since Obama had my back for eight years, it’s now YOUR turn. So, hey! I ain’t mad at none of you guys because even though Obama ignored the likes of me, Trump is going to do what for you? Exactly what he has done; embolden you to show your true colors and for that, I thank him. I have always known where we stand, but it had to take Donald Trump for some to figure it out? Unbefuckingbelievable! Now, pass that jug over here again!”

So you see folks, Donald Trump is quite actually doing more FOR America than any one of us could have ever hoped for. He has removed all doubt that racism, bigotry, prejudice, intolerance and hatred was ever really on its way out the door. It has simply been seething beneath a thin surface, waiting to be uncovered. And while I was waiting to get internet service hooked up to my double wide trailer, I was perusing blogs on my flimsy, cheap ‘smartphone’ and I came across so many blogs by ‘whites’ who stated that since Donald Trump exposed what ALL Black folks already knew, they are now quite aware that they are actually, drum roll please, “A RACIST!” WOW! May they now go to the head of the class! Some expressed the desire to change. Others wondered if they could do so. Some claimed to have had no idea that they were racist until after having been confronted with acts of racism whereas they saw themselves thanks to those ‘uncovered acts’. Don’t that beat all? I do believe that I would know, and in no uncertain terms, if I had it in for people who filled me with hatred for them based solely on the color of their skin of which they have no control. But, by all means, ‘white’ folks, please continue in your attempts to pretend that you are just now finding out, thanks to Donald Trump’s descent to the presidency that you are what you’ve always been; flaming hypocritical shits who are indeed, racist, ignorant, hate-filled, pathetic worms who slither around on this planet filling it with your toxic slime.

And no, I will never acknowledge your anthems or your flags. “I Am Not Your Negro.” I will not celebrate your holidays. I will never bear witness to what you consider to be your achievements when your achievements are not your own but are due to the backbreaking efforts of those who look like me while you took the credit and banked the profits. To me, this is not about an anthem or a flag, but about your flaming hypocrisy and arrogance in thinking that someone had to point out to you that you are a vile piece of filth not even worthy to be worm food. Fuck you!

Yes indeed, I am back! Now, ain’t you glad! I know you is, you pasty-faced, fuck-faced racist shits!

Happy Memorial Day To ISIS!

ISIS flagHappy Memorial Day to ISIS!
May you continue kicking ass.
I fly your flag on my front porch
and Uncle Sam can kiss MY ass!

The bombs are raining down
and here we celebrate our dead.
It’s now your turn to feel our wrath.
I’m why Middle Eastern blood is shed.

This here day is for the whores
that died on foreign shores
so that I can sit back
and watch parades and eat some chocolate s’mores.

We have learned not one damn thing
or so to me it would seem.
We’re in Iraq and Afghanistan
trying to spread America’s dream.

Don’t kid yourselves that you hate war.
If you did, where would you be?
Would you be in Iraq and Afghanistan
or would you be home with me?

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

Yeah! I know, I am SO disrespectful! Bite me! What’s more disrespectful and hypocritical is the fact that the flag waving morons in America will set aside days to honor the ‘war dead’ but refuse to actually HONOR the ‘war dead’ by refusing to add to their numbers. So, while you wave your American flag, I’ll be waving the flag of ISIS. While you are downing apple pie and hotdogs, I’ll be sipping champagne and toasting ISIS! Kick ass ISIS! Kick ass! Oh and head on over to Saudi Arabia, they just love beheading over there since they’re the supreme beheaders. You’ve got to up the ante if you want to reign as the champion of all beheaders.

“Allahu Akbar!Death to the West!”

The Flag Has Been Replaced!

flag has been replaced

The flag has been replaced,

and freedom has been displaced,

to a cold and lonely grave,

along with another slave.

The flag’s new color scheme,

does not share in Dr. King’s dream,

that he dreamt in days long gone,

when he marched for a brighter dawn,

and for our basic human rights,

rights enjoyed by all the whites.

The flag is black and blue,

and red is its color too.

It stands for all Black men,

confined in the new slave pen.

Red is the color they bleed,

because of supremacy’s creed.

Blue is the color of woe,

it’s long been the Black man’s foe.

Wherever there’s a cop in blue,

you WILL bid a Black man, “Adieu!”

Yes Black is under attack,

so please watch each other’s back.

They know we have no place to go,

because they stole us so long ago!

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

The Amerikkkan flag don’t mean shit to me because it was never meant FOR me. So, I’ll never salute it or claim to fight for it! To hell with it and fuck it!

Independence Hell!

bombs bursting

Why should I love a country that has never accepted me?
I’ll never wave your goddamn flag and pretend that I am free.

I spit on your celebrations and I will never play your games.
Don’t think I’ll kiss your ass while my people are in chains.

You hypocrites make me sick with your pretensions and your lies.
Then you drape yourselves in sheets and have the nerve to moralize.

You celebrate your freedom while destroying the homes of others.
Independence is only for you as the rest of the world discovers.

Your bombs that burst in air are now destroying all mankind.
As the empire marches on, the world gets redefined.

What bravery you display by the dropping of your drones.
And you littered foreign lands with innocent peoples bones.

Celebrate the fourth and forget the shit you’ve done.
When your bombs are busy bursting, we know you’re having fun.


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

Fuck this 4th of July bullshit!!

Memorial Day!

memorial-day-cost

Men and women died for those who hoard the wealth.
And that is why this weekend, we celebrate their death.

Eat your hotdogs, hamburgers, steak and baked beans
And pretend that you don’t know what war really means.

Display the stars and stripes and lay a wreath on a grave.
Our soldiers fought the enemy, oh they were so brave.

They sacrificed their lives for the freedoms we enjoy.
The enemy just won’t die, there’s always someone to destroy.

We celebrate the dead who need not have died.
We gorge ourselves on hate, intolerance and pride.

If the dead could speak to us, we’d not celebrate this day.
They’d question why a death in vain deserves a holiday.

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

Soldiers, keep fighting the wars started by the rich. Maybe one day, they’ll hand you more than $20,000 a year, food stamps and a flag to drape over your coffin. Yes, keep fighting and keep hoping for more and meanwhile, we’ll celebrate your sacrifice on Memorial Day. We’ll eat a hotdog in anticipation of ‘in loving memory’ of you because it’s only a matter of time before you’re in a flag draped box.