As some of you may know, I was rendered, homeless, for eight months. I was set out on the streets for having paid my rent in FULL for FIVE years in Lynchburg, VA. The racist landlord gave me a Notice to Vacate without any explanation and despite questions as to why, none were forthcoming. And as I type this, the apartment that I was put out of, is still vacant. Racism caused me to be put into homelessness and have to sit up and deal with this shit!
That is my view from my shelter bed inside this shelter.
James Jones is a fighter: sixty-six years old, legally blind and confined to a wheelchair. The first week of October, he found himself on the street with a single pair of clothes and the few possessions he could fit on his lap.
James Jones. Photo courtesy of Eric Sheptock
For the first time in a long time, Jones had no bed to return to that night. His last 15 years without permanent housing had been spent within the gray-and-blue checkered walls of Washington D.C.’s Community for Creative Non-Violence (CCNV), the largest homeless shelter in the D.C. area.
Standing as a dilapidated echo of the ’80s, on the corner of 2nd and D St NW, CCNV shelters more than 800 individuals annually. It is also one of the only shelters in the District to stay open 24 hours a day and allow residents to remain inside. Other relative freedoms include a late curfew and the ability to hold a bed, upon request, while gone for days at a time.
I highlight this Black man’s story since it damn near mirrors my own, the only difference is I am not legally blind even though I have been diagnosed with cataracts and glaucoma, however, due to multiple vehicle accidents, I can barely hobble around and so it was extremely difficult for me when I was thrown out on the streets due to a racist landlord, and to say that shit was difficult is to say that shit only smells bad.
But a closer look at the CCNV shelter and how it got its start as a shelter.
“Anyone who thinks anyone is on the streets by choice is saying that out of a bed; a warm, comfortable home with a roof over their heads, money in their pocket and food in their stomachs.” – Mitch Snyder
The story of Mitch Snyder and CCNV was brilliantly preserved in Ginny Durrin’s Oscar-nominated 1988 documentary, Promises to Keep. The film shows Snyder and CCNV engaged in an unrelenting struggle with the U.S. government. After the numerous emotionally-taxing scenes, the story ends on an uplifting note—a completed model homeless shelter. The looks of joy and relief on the faces of CCNV personnel are powerful.[41]
Sadly, however, for Mitch Snyder the creation of the model shelter did not bring personal happiness. On July 5, 1990, he was found hanged in his room, two days after he was last seen alive. Notes lamented his failed romantic relationship with Carol Fennelly and the D.C. Council’s recent moves to weak emergency shelter laws.[42] Councilman John A. Wilson spoke of the extreme burnout Snyder may have felt, eerily before his own suicide by hanging, “I think America is hard on sensitive people, and I think Mitch was an extremely sensitive person who took his successes and failures personally.”[43]
There is still a “weak move to emergency shelter laws,” and that is going to continue due to who it impacts the most, American descendants of slavery.
American descendants of slavery do not get placed in hotel rooms, we don’t qualify for compassion, empathy, concern and sympathy. We are only looked at as scapegoats for racist whites to disparage on a daily basis because of our history in this shithole, as if we are responsible for that. We are consigned to living our lives in hells all across this shithole. We are to die, and this blog showcases that well known fact. How can anyone not be affected by having to live in this shit?
The ceiling in a homeless shelter
Still think that I did not spend my nights in a homeless shelter? Where did these pictures come from?
This is the shower room. Lovely, isn’t it?
Wouldn’t you want to take a shower in there? How clean would you feel afterwards?
The kitchen area underneath the microwave. It was never cleaned.
The kitchen was so dirty, why we did not all come down with some horrible disease, I don’t know. However, I did have to leave this shelter due to the fact that something was biting the hell out of me as soon as I would hit the ‘bed’. The hospital did not know what was biting me but gave me a steroid ointment to try and get rid of the red welts that covered my body. I did not go into a homeless shelter, red welted up, but I sure as hell came out of it in that condition.
One of the handicapped toilets.
If you are a handicapped person, how would you like to use that? There were bugs flying all in that area. No one had tried to repair this or clean it. It was just left like that. And yes, I have videos that I took of this horror.
Oh, there were old rat baits sitting out, but you could tell that no exterminator had been in in years.
The rat problem was so bad, that we had to sit in the dining room and scream to keep the rats from us. One woman took to spraying the rats away, it was that damn bad. The horror of it all!!!
That looks SO clean, doesn’t it? This was what the majority of this homeless ‘shelter’ was like; the condition of it, that is.
The ceiling in the bathroom over the showers.
Lovely view, wasn’t it? When you’re taking a shower.
Why that whole building hasn’t collapsed is a mystery. No wonder the founder committed suicide on the third floor. This was the second floor. So, can you imagine what the third floor looked like? Women were on the second floor, men were on the first.
I had to get a pass to use the elevator, which of course meant that I had to go through hell in order to get a pass to use the elevator due to my having to use a walker thanks to multiple accidents. I was made to go to a clinic next door, called “The Unity Clinic” and ask them to evaluate me for an “elevator pass” to be able to use the elevator. I had to navigate 20 steps in order to head out the building to try and obtain an elevator pass. When I got to “The Unity Clinic,” they didn’t even know what I was talking about. I had to explain to them what the hell was going on in that I was told by the staff at CCNV that “The Unity Clinic” issued elevator passes for those of us who were mobility impaired. They still hadn’t a clue but wrote something down and told me to hand it to staff. After I did that, I was told that I had better not think that I could just use the elevator eight ways to Sunday. I got cussed out by a drunken staff member who stated that I had told her that I needed to use the elevator twice in one day and that never happened.
One sink didn’t work at all, another sink only gave out hot water, another gave out only cold water. I have never! And people have the nerve to wonder why folks would rather sit outside than enter these places???!!! Really???!!! Seriously??!!
Looks really nice and well kept, doesn’t it? Who could catch anything in this sterile environment? Right?
The hallway which leads from the dining room to the sleeping areas.
Make sure to check out the condition of the ceiling over our heads as we head from the sleeping section to the dining section. Don’t forget to notice the state of the floor. No one EVER cleaned the floor while I was there.
Another look.
A Washington, DC homeless shelter, and what’s more, it is still listed as the ‘go to’ shelter THIS year in Washington, DC.
Appendix A outlines locations that will be used to provide shelter for single adults during the FY24 hypothermia season. Because overflow shelters are opened only if additional capacity is needed, they are not identified in this document to prevent individuals from seeking shelter at locations that are not open. Individuals seeking assistance (directly or on behalf of another individual) should always call the DC Shelter Hotline at 202-399-7093 to be directed to a shelter location with availability. Table 22: Shelter Sites Name of Shelter Location LGBTQ+ Sites Living Life Alternatives 400 50th Street SE 801 East Shelter & Overflow 2720 Martin Luther King Ave., SE Adams Place Shelter 2210 Adams Place, NE #1 Blair 635 I Street, NE Community for Creative Non-Violence (CCNV) 425 Second Street, NW Emery 1725 Lincoln Road, NE New York Avenue Shelter 1355-57 New York Avenue, NE Women’s Shelter Sites Harriet Tubman, D.C. General Building 27 1910 Massachusetts Avenue, SE #27 Saint Josephine Bakhita Women’s Shelter (formerly Nativity Shelter) 6010 Georgia Avenue, NW Patricia Handy Swing Space 1009 11th Street, NW Community for Creative Non-Violence (CCNV) 425 2nd Street, NW Eve’s Place at Adams Place Day Center (Overflow) 2210 Adams Place, NE
Doesn’t that just give you a nice, warm and cozy feeling inside, Black folks, to know that you’ve got a place such as the Community for Creative Non-Violence (CCNV) to go to located at 425 Second Street NW Washington, DC?
Poor, homeless Black people sitting up in that fucked up homeless shelter in what used to be known as “Chocolate City.”
It’s not “Chocolate City,” anymore, is it whites?
real old rat trap
Do you whites live like this?
And to think, our ancestors built the White House, and this is not far from the White House, and this is where the descendants of those who built the damn White House have to reside.
We got no complaints’ do we whites? We got y’all on our asses daily, marching through the streets in white sheets and hoods, while we’re sitting up in this shit thanks to racist landlords, since that was why my Black ass was sitting up in that shit because I had FIVE YEARS OF RENT RECEIPTS showcasing that I had paid my rent, EARLY EACH MONTH FOR FIVE GODDAMN YEARS AND GOT PUT OUT ON THE STREETS. Explain THAT shit whites!!!!
A big ass rat chewed a big ass hole through that bait!!!
Oh, we had much company of the four-legged variety.
Another nice ceiling pic.
Oh, that looks safe, doesn’t it? Well, as far as the whites are concerned, if your ass is Black, it’s safe enough.
I would just sit by the window and stare out, anything to not have to look at that shit in that homeless shelter.
Oh, and don’t think that I did not call the ‘complaint line’ and have my say, and I recorded that conversation and I’ll post that another time. As for now, another winter is almost here. It is cold as ice already and those who look like me are still trying to figure shit out! What hearty souls are we to continue waking up to yet another day of this shit! What strength of will, we must have to endure ALL that we endure and still, we have not, collectively, murdered those who are responsible for why we are living in hell because I did NOT place myself into homelessness by not paying the rent, I paid the fucking rent and still ended up having to endure THAT shit and you whites want to come at me for calling you sleezy, parasitic, pasty-pink ass bitches, just what the hell I call you???!!! Are you shameless fucks serious???!!! You take a look at those pictures and then you get back to me on that shit, I fucking dare you!!!!!!!
African Americans, despite making up just 13% of the U.S. population, account for a staggeringly disproportionate chunk of the nation’s homeless population, according to a government report.
In 2019, an estimated 568,000 Americans experienced homelessness, with African Americans making up about 40% of that total, according to the annual Homeless Assessment Report to Congress. The total figure in 2018 was about 553,000.
The disparity was starker when looking at the number of homeless people with children: African Americans accounted for about 52% of that population, with whites accounting for about 35%, the report said.
But you whites are out on the streets of Washington, DC, screeching and wailing over some damn Palestinians and Zionists while those of us who are more innocent, thanks to SLAVERY; being descended from THAT shit, are sitting up in hells called “homeless shelters” and you’ve got not a goddamn thing to say about that shit! Fuck ALL YOU FILTHY WHITE BITCHES!!!!!
The lamestream media lies like a rug. But this proves what I have been saying all along. Take a look at this video out of Minneapolis.
And one of the comments under the video on Youtube reads as follows:
It’s hilarious how all these were BLACK OWNED
Exactly!!! Now I am going to re-post a blog in its completion just so that folks can see the blatant and outrageous lies that came from the lamestream media out of Minneapolis when the George Floyd protests went down and the whites were screeching that Black folks, meaning American descendants of slavery, were burning down their own neighborhoods, to which I said, “What neighborhoods? That shit’s owned by IMMIGRANTS!” As you folks know those who control the media control the narrative, but thankfully, there are those of us who are busily trying to get the TRUTH out and we can use their lies to refute their lies so that you can get a clear picture of who is telling the truth and it is NOT the lamestream media.
I am past fed up with those racists and their lap dogs in Minneapolis, MN wailing and moaning about some damn ‘IMMIGRANT-OWNED’ businesses getting fucked up. They are even referring to those businesses as ‘minority’ owned. They’ve really got the shit twisted because every single article that I have managed to read has dealt strictly with IMMIGRANTS screeching, wailing, crying, pissing and moaning over THEIR fucked up businesses. Not one American descendant of slavery has wailed and moaned over the loss of their business because there were only two that got fucked up and more than likely, those two were acting as fronts for some whites.
“It’s been agony,” says Mohamed Ali, a native of Somalia
“All these businesses are still boarded, and it’s over a month later,” Mr. Ali said, gesturing in every direction of his Minneapolis neighborhood. ”This was a thriving area,” he said. “Now a lot of minority businesses are burned.”
Well then, since you claim to have nothing left, then drag your Somali ass on back to Somalia and climb back up the same damn tree you climbed down from in order to board a plane and fly the fuck over here. You don’t have to sit somewhere and whine and wail that you tried to save your government grant purchased business that was paid for by the tax dollars of those who were out on the streets protesting over a natural born citizen getting his ass handed to him by the slave patrol. The whites ain’t giving a shit about your burned up, fucked up former business. That’s how the whites roll. You mean, you didn’t get the memo that ALL American descendants of slavery got hundreds of years ago when our ancestors were DRAGGED the fuck over here? You came, WILLINGLY and you’re still pissing and moaning? Get the fuck out of here with that stupid bullshit! Pull yourself up by your bootstraps; that’s what the whites tell us American descendants of slavery after they enslaved our ancestors, kept us dumb as hell, instituted Jim Crow and mass incarceration and then started dragging immigrants the fuck over here and placed them on top of us. Your Somali ass, along with every single white ass over here is OUR enemy and so we are not going to join with you in your fucking pity party. You have a passport that states that you are a citizen of Somalia, USE IT! And shut the fuck up!
Next!
Long Her, a Laotian immigrant, has operated a clothing store in St. Paul since 1991. When he surveyed his losses after the riots, he openly wept: 550 suits, 249 pairs of pants, 227 dress shirts and 180 pairs of shoes, as well as his cash register, other electronics and damage to windows and the front door. Many of his most valuable possessions, kept in a heavy-duty safe, were stolen, along with his U.S. citizenship papers.
Likewise, you can drag your Laotian ass on back to Laos because you are still considered a citizen of Laos and so there is no need whatsoever for you to wail and moan and gnash your teeth over some fucked up suits that were, AGAIN, purchased thanks to government grants paid for by MY tax dollars because I would love to know how immigrants came over here with not even a dollar and managed to take over entire neighborhoods and malls and even medical facilities in Minneapolis while American descendants of slaves couldn’t even get loans in order to open up a shoe shine business. The vast majority of the shit that burned down or was looted was ALL IMMIGRANT OWNED and white owned. And we know this to be true because who is doing the wailing and moaning? IMMIGRANTS! Oh, they’re, all of a sudden, minorities. No, you’re NOT a minority, you just want that designation now because you want American descendants of slavery to understand that “We are all in this together,” when we’re not in shit together! You didn’t give a damn for being thought of as a minority when your shit was up and running, but for the sake of sounding all pitiful, you want everyone to understand that you are a ‘minority’ and that your shit got fucked up and so where is the help for you. Ask the same whites that dragged your Laotian ass off the streets of Laos and deposited you over here for some help, AGAIN, and see what the fuck you get for your efforts. They’ve now got too many IMMIGRANTS wailing and moaning and screeching all at the same time about their shit getting fucked up and that don’t look so good because it wasn’t an IMMIGRANT that got fucked up outside of Cup Foods, it was an American descendant of slavery. Not a one of you Somalis or Laotians had a knee placed on your fucking necks until you died and so shut the fuck up about your damn ruined businesses! The whites got other fish to fry right now. They’re now trying to assure the American descendants of slavery community that they are going to do, uh..do..well now…SOMETHING about police brutality. If anyone is buying the bullshit from the whites about defunding or disbanding the police, you’re wasting your goddamn money. But Long Her here thinks that the whites in Minneapolis are going to get back to him in a minute on when he can expect some help in restocking his damaged or stolen suit supply. Yeah! You just hang tight.
Bao Huang, owner of Hop Wong near the corner of Lake and Chicago, slept in the Chinese takeout restaurant with a gun through the four nights of riots, but he couldn’t prevent a fire next door from damaging it. “Where’s the police? Where’s the city? Every year I pay taxes. Where are the police?” Huang said.
Hundreds of business and property owners, many of them immigrants, remain angry the city and state did not protect them.
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I cannot contain MY glee! Now, American descendants of slavery are not trying to locate any police, but this here Bao Huang is shouting, “WHERE ARE THE POLICE?” He wants someone to fix his burned up shit and fix it now so that he can get back to the business of selling fake ass Chinese takeout to other IMMIGRANTS, goddamn it! Where’s the fun in knowing how to throw some shrimp and sauce in a wok and get that to pay for your kids college tuition and luxurious trips back and forth to China where you can drag what Trump calls, the “Chinese Flu” back to Amerikkka, when your pork fried rice is now burnt fried rice because your shit is toast? Where is the fun in not being able to feed people MSG garbage and make bank from doing that shit? 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I’m loving it! So dude, you just keep shouting for the popo and I’m sure that they’ll show up any minute now with video evidence of who ‘over cooked’ your shrimp fried rice and dumplings and they’ll be made to pay you restitution. Or here’s a thought. Drag your ass on back to China if you’re that upset over what the fuck’s going down here in Amerikkka. Oh you are ever the considerate one, ever the thoughtful one. What’s a dead American descendant of slavery when you can’t sling some kung pao chicken? Cry me a goddamn river and then take your funky breath, yellow ass on back to China. But shut the fuck up already!
Next!
Someone set a fire that consumed Gandhi Mahal.The next morning, [the owner] Ruhel Islam’s response went viral: “Let my building burn,” he said. “Justice needs to be served.”
Islam was a student demonstrator in Bangladesh in 1990 when a mass uprising toppled a military ruler.
Now see, this dude’s got the right idea. Let his shit burn because you see, his shit had been fucked up in Bangladesh and so this is nothing to him. He’s like, “Folks, there is nothing to see here. Move it along. I will rebuild my shit and make some more Amerikkkan dollars. I’m fucking set anyway and you are too and you know it.”
Next!
Across the street from Gandhi Mahal, the bathroom in the Wilson Law Group building became the “port-a-potty” of the riot, said David Wilson, who owns the building. As an immigration lawyer, Wilson battles the U.S. government in courtrooms and said he knows how “rights can slide off the table quickly.”
Hold up! Wait a minute! Let me repeat that!
As an immigration lawyer, Wilson battles the U.S. government in courtrooms and said he knows how “rights can slide off the table quickly.”
Ah! The plot thickens! So let me get this straight! The lying ass media that was screeching and wailing, whining and complaining that Black folks burned down their own neighborhoods, burned down their own businesses were in all actuality, referencing IMMIGRANT-OWNED businesses and IMMIGRANT occupied neighborhoods? Say it ain’t so!
I have blog after blog stating that those Black protesters in Minneapolis, MN were not burning down a goddamn thing that they owned. The vast majority of that shit that burned and that is still boarded up is IMMIGRANT-OWNED and was operated by IMMIGRANTS before it got fucked up! But now, all of a sudden, Black folks were accused of burning down shit that was not even theirs.
Whites never cease to try and make it appear as though Black people have made gains in this shithole when they know goddamn well that is a bald faced lie! The media lies like a damn rug about every fucking thing. Don’t you whites sit on your pasty asses and exclaim over a goddamn thing that Black folks have burned down that belong to them because you know goddamn well that shit is a lie! You dragged these motherfuckers over here from Laos, Somalia, Bangladesh, Nigeria, Ethiopia, Vietnam and the fucking list is endless and you set them up in businesses while denying us the right to run our Black Wall Street, while denying us the right to have our own towns and neighborhoods since you burned our shit down, but all of a sudden, burning shit down is a goddamn problem???!!! Fuck you pasty-assed, hypocritical parasites and those dogs you dragged over here to sit on top of us and take our hard earned money!
I’m glad that some Target got fucked up! I’m glad some Cub Foods locations got fucked up! I am glad that those immigrant-owned businesses got fucked up! Now you fuckers know what it feels like to have your shit tore the fuck up! And you think those of us who are American descendants of slavery give a good goddamn about your singed shit??!! Get fucking real! I don’t give a shit for your burned out businesses. Whites got the means to get their shit back up and running, ASAP. Immigrants can drag their asses on back from where the fuck they came from if they don’t like the shit that’s going down over here, but American descendants of slavery have nowhere to run. We don’t have an IMMIGRATION LAWYER set up to help us get back to where our ancestors were STOLEN from. We did NOT come here willingly and yet you whites drag everybody and their fucking dog over here and then put some lies out that Black people destroyed their own shit when you knew damn well that none of that shit that burned to the ground was American descendant of slavery owned. You fucking knew that!
It is no damn mistake that right in the middle of “IMMIGRATION CENTRAL,” there is a goddamn IMMIGRATION LAWYER to help those motherfuckers get any and everything they need to set their asses up over here. And yet, I’m supposed to get out the purple crepe, violins and arm bands for those IMMIGRANT motherfuckers who are still wailing over some shit that the whites helped them own and operate? Not fucking EVER!
Fuck ALL y’all worthless, no account motherfuckers! I hope the shit continues to remain boarded up and you can starve like we do. You fuckers can walk the goddamn streets homeless like we do. But I highly doubt that is going to happen because before your shit got fucked up, you’d managed to make bank and don’t now act like your shit is raggedy as hell. You just don’t want to use what’s in YOUR bank account to get your shit back up and running. You’re looking to the whites to finance your shit AGAIN….with MY tax dollars! Well, fucking wait on it, goddamn it! Or leave! That’s your choice! I don’t have any.
So folks, how many American descendants of slavery did the news reporter find to interview concerning their burned up shop, restaurant or whatever? If you watched the video, then you know the reporter could find NOT ONE American descendant of slavery to interview about their burned up shit. They could ONLY find IMMIGRANTS to interview about their burned up shit. Whose lying about what’s going on in Minneapolis, MN? Me? Or the lying ass lamestream media? And as you can see, our tax dollars are indeed, paying for those IMMIGRANT-OWNED burned down businesses to get back up and running. Ain’t that sweet? For the love of !!!!!!!
Black people; American descendants of slavery, as you can see, are the most hated group in AmeriKlan and the world over. While we are sitting up in fucked up homeless shelters or in tents or in jail simply because of the color of our skin and the fact that we are here in this shithole through no fault of our own, the lies about us just pours out of the mouths of our most hated enemy, the whites. They run the media and lie on us every single time they open their damn lying mouths. No massive numbers of Black-owned businesses burned down during the George Floyd riots, as I’ve stated and even the news reporter backed me up, only IMMIGRANT-OWNED BUSINESSES BURNED TO THE GROUND, but the lies were spread about how bad it was that American descendants of slavery were just a burning down their own neighborhoods and shops and shit when that was just a vicious lie!!! How in the hell can American descendants of slavery own a goddamn thing when we are the majority who are homeless? Minnesota welcomes your ass as long as you are NOT an American descendant of slavery. You can have our skin tone, but your ass will NOT be cooling your heels inside a homeless shelter. You’ll have your very own business in no time flat just as soon as our tax dollars can house your ass after the whites fly your ass over top our homeless heads and get you immigrants settled.
Whites and Blacks even now, are running over to Ukraine to help those neo-Nazis over there even as the numbers of homeless American descendants of slavery, skyrocket here in AmeriKlan. We are refugees in a country that has been warring against us since our ancestors were dragged here, but the whites and some dumb ass blacks are running over to Ukraine to help Nazis. I’m not one bit surprised. But just know, the day is coming when the shit is going to hit the fan for each and every single one of our enemies; bar none. So you motherfuckers enjoy yourselves while you still have time because, believe me, it is coming to an end. I promise you that!
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!”
“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!
This would be as good a day as any to take that money that you intend to spend on your ‘valentine’ and spend it on helping out a homeless person and before you start in about how the homeless would just spend it on alcohol or drugs, take a minute and think about what you intend to spend it on. A nice bottle of wine, perchance? Or how about a little pick-me-up pill called Viagra or Cialis? Are they not drugs? You see, when we want to feel all self-righteous about what we do as opposed to what someone else does, then we fail to realize that we are doing exactly what we are castigating others for doing. Most of us have a vice and some of us have more than one. I freely admit to mine. It is champagne and I am going to practice what I preach and ‘valentine’ a homeless person. And it doesn’t matter if you have no ‘valentine’ to celebrate Valentine’s Day with.
The point is that there are people who are living on the mean streets of every shitty city in America and they will not get a box of chocolates, nor will they get a bouquet of hothouse flowers. They will not get skimpy, libido enhancing lingerie. Hell! What would they do with that anyway? If you cannot bring yourself to give the homeless, cash, then why not ‘valentine’ them a gift card? There are gift cards for Starbucks, Ruby Tuesdays, Applebee’s, AMC theaters and a host of other stores and restaurants. Or how about gifting the homeless with a brand new blanket or handing them a cup of coffee or some new socks. No, it will not solve the problem of homelessness, but it will most likely make a difference in their lives to know that someone thought about them for a change. And if you told your ‘valentine’ what you did with the money that you would have spent on him/her, chances are, you’ll both be on cloud nine on Valentines night.
So, this year, why not do things a little differently? ‘Valentine’ a homeless person, it will certainly help them and it wouldn’t hurt you.
Valentine the homeless and make this their day. Who needs lingerie when you’ve seen it anyway? Please use your heart and give your lust a rest. Help the unfortunates; those who aren’t blessed. That box of chocolates will just make her fat. And if you give him boxers, he’ll really hate that. Since you love one another, you don’t need a gift. But those who are homeless, could sure use the lift. In the spirit of the day, think of those out in the cold. I said, “Love one another!” if I may be so bold!
Since you’re hell bent on making corporations happy, at least try and make it count for something. —————————————————————————————————————– This post is getting a lot of attention and I thought that since it was well-received when I originally posted it, this would be the perfect time to re-post it and hopefully shine an awareness on the serious issue of homelessness as we celebrate Valentine’s Day in one of the coldest months of the year. Please take time out of your busy schedule to notice those who are less fortunate and at least offer them a hot cup of cocoa on a cold winter’s day. It will be most appreciated. Believe me, I know. I have been homeless.
I would like to recognize and honor Michael Jackson with this post. That man could move me to tears every single time I heard him sing and every single time I saw him move. He cared so much about this planet and about the children and for that he was targeted. I don’t care how much he settled those erroneous lawsuits for and I don’t care what any media hounds printed about him. He was a victim of an abusive father and yet despite that and in defiance of that, he still went on to become the greatest living legend to have ever graced this planet. That mess that we are forced to listen to on radios and IPods and other listening devices is not worth a farthing. What I wouldn’t give to be able to turn back the hands of time and change the circumstances under which Michael Jackson died. If only I could replay that day over, he would still be with us today, if I had anything to say about it.
I find myself going to YouTube and just watching and listening to the magic that IS Michael. I sit and shed tears whenever I hear “Man In The Mirror.” That song right there speaks volumes. What this world could look like if only each and every one of us looked in the mirror and if we did not like what we see, and most of us do not, confront the evilness in our hearts and fight against it, if we would confront the hatred and ugliness that consumes us and turn that into something positive, what a wonderful world this could be.
Can you just imagine what this world is going to look like in a mere five years from now if we continue down the road we are headed? There will be no bright future for our children and our grandchildren. That is a fact. What we lack is even the basics in humanity 101. We don’t even have the basics down pat to what it means to be ‘human’. How can we even look our children in the eye and say, “This world will be a better place for you when I am gone because I am going to see to it,” when we see to it that it gets more and more fucked up as each day passes. We are not only failing our children, we are failing ourselves. We moan and whine about some unseen forces that are in control of our lives and yet what do we do about things that are within our control? We do nothing but bellyache and complain and hope that some savior will come from who the hell knows where and do the hard part; carve a better future for us all. We are supposed to be doing that.
When was the last time you helped someone? Or saw someone in a store with not enough money to pay for their food and you stepped up and paid the difference? When was the last time you went to a shelter and handed out socks or personal hygiene items to those in need? When was the last time you passed by a homeless person and looked the other way? Consoled your conscience with the thought that, “Well, he probably is just scamming us?” It is so easy to tell ourselves that there is nothing that we can do about anything. For starters, you could visit a nursing home and brighten some sick and elderly person’s day. It does not have to always cost you money to do some good instead of just posting about how bad shit is. We all know this. Yeah, it’s bad, but what are we doing about it? How about we leave our keyboards, let them collect dust and help someone instead of bringing the stories of the downtrodden for us to scroll and peruse, and instead, blog about the fact that you got off your ass and took canned goods to a food shelf and said, “Pass it on! Play it forward!” Blogged about the fact that you ladled soup out at a homeless shelter, and said, “Pass it on! Play it forward!” Blogged about the fact that you cleaned out your closet, found winter coats that you couldn’t wear and donated them, “Now pass it on! Play it forward!” Blogged about the fact that you brightened a child’s day by tutoring him/her and again said, “Pass it on! Play it forward!” There are programs in every city in every state that need volunteers. If we really want to provide a better future for our children and grandchildren, then don’t bother looking to Bernie Sanders to get it done. Don’t bother looking to Hillary Clinton to get it done or Donald Trump. You be the change that makes a difference. No politician is going to ever get it done. We, thepeople have it within our power to help one person at a time. When will you write about what you have done to help someone as opposed to writing about what you hope some politician will do?
Stand and look in your mirror. You be the ‘man’ in the mirror. Not Bernie Sanders. Not Hillary Clinton. Not Donald Trump. Not Jeb Bush, but YOU! Change can start with YOU and ME! “Pass it on! Play it forward!” Make that change!
Just because American workers lost more than 700,000 jobs to Mexico thanks in part to NAFTA(North American Free Trade Agreement, a trade agreement between Canada, Mexico and the U.S.), is no guarantee that we will see more of the like with this new trade agreement that has been shrouded in transparent secrecy. Our government would never sell us down the river. Oh Damn! My bad! Since they sold my ancestors down the river, it is a sure bet that the rest of you guys can rest assured that they’d sell you down the river just as fast. But not to worry! The descendants of the ‘Africa-to-America’ Slave Trade are doing great! Just look at the statistics of cities like Detroit, Baltimore, New Orleans, Chicago-South Side, North Philadelphia, Camden, NJ, Compton, CA and the list just goes on and on and those living in those cities can bring us up to speed on the ‘drug trade’. See! So many different ‘trade’ agreements and here, we want to have a hissy fit over this TPP trade agreement. And I have not forgotten this next group.Those made homeless by the loss of jobs to Mexico, AGAIN thanks in part to NAFTA are still homeless and are willing to teach the rest of us the ins and outs of homelessness. The ‘homeless trade’ where those that once had jobs and homes lost them both and entered into a new trade agreement between the streets, the jails and gentrification. Those people are traded by city hall and developers(hell bent on gentrification) from the streets into ‘for-profit’ prisons. There is that pesky ‘trade’ thing again folks. But hark! Never put the homeless down for it is always nice to have friends in ‘low’ places for ‘just in case’ scenarios.
Americans are in an unrighteous uproar because they see the TPP as a really, really bad thing when quite honestly, it is not!
The Trans-Pacific Partnership, or TPP, is a free-trade pact being negotiated among 12 Pacific Rim countries. The TPP is an ambitious effort to shape a comprehensive agreement that would not only reduce tariffs and other barriers to open markets, but also establish leading-edge standards on a range of issues affecting trade and international competition. For instance, negotiators are working to set up rules on intellectual property rights, government procurement and the role of the state in private enterprise.
Free trade has been making the world go around since man first discovered that man could freely trade one country for another, could freely trade one country’s people for another, could trade one country’s resources for another. Although in all honesty, calling it ‘trade’ is quite a stretch when that trade involved trading the shores of the British Isles for a stolen ‘traded’ America. And then, we have the ‘slave trade’ which did not elicit much ire from those who prospered by it since most of the ‘founding fathers’ certainly did, not to mention, their progeny and as I look around, quite frankly, many people of a certain complexion are to this very day, prospering from the ‘slave trade’.
I wonder why it is such a bad thing when trade adversely affects a certain group as opposed to another. Hmmm…. Something else to ponder, I guess. It would seem to me that what comes around, goes around and it is not hardly enjoyed by those who were enjoying prosperity; not by their own sweat, blood and tears, but by that of others. When the shit comes home to roost, it is then time to get out the protest signs and protest the consequences of trade agreements only when those agreements could negatively impact me, myself and I. To hell with you! Now, this is about me and I denounce in every way, the vileness, the lack of transparency and the secrecy behind this new trade agreement called the Trans-Pacific Partnership because it is not in my best interest. No, not this particular trade agreement! To those of you who are products of the ‘slave trade’ “Too bad!” To the 45 or so Indians left in America, too bad, the English traded the shores of England for America and to those of you made homeless by NAFTA, too bad you are still homeless but now that this shit is about to be shoved up my ass, it is time to scream, protest and denounce THIS shit! We are SO selective in our outrage and so late to the party!
Welcome to the New World Order! “Obey your masters!,” said the slaveholder to his slaves and so it is written and so it shall be!
Would any American like to make a trade agreement with Iraq whereas you trade places with those who have been reduced to refugees thanks to America? Would any American like to make a trade agreement with Afghanistan whereas you trade places with those who have lost loved ones thanks in part to your sons killing theirs? Would any American like to make a trade agreement with Yemen whereas you trade places with those that cannot escape drone strikes paid for by American tax dollars and the people of Yemen can come here and drive your SUV to the mall while you dive for cover in Yemen? Would any American like to make a trade agreement with the people of Libya, a Libya that is on fire. Let them trade places with you so that they will know clear skies and have options and choices as opposed to bombs and militants and skirmishes and fires. Would you like to make a trade agreement with them, America? Go on over and ‘trade’ your lot for theirs!Where are your protest signs over the trade agreement of your tax dollars for bombs and drones to kill innocent people? But if there is about to come down the pike, a trade agreement that could ultimately impact your cushiony American lifestyle, why you, along with your protest sign is there! And don’t even pretend that it is not all about you and is in fact about how this will impact people of other countries because since when have you cared about them?
This one is for the Christians because you guys have just finished patting yourselves on your goddamn back and screaming and yelling about how “He is risen!” etc., etc., and then got on with the business of hating on your foreign neighbors, got on with the business of playing fake ass do-gooders when you’re really taking all of the tithes that you bilk from the blind sheep and using it to purchase your fancy vehicles and take your grand vacations. I’ve watched as you beseeched the public for funds to feed the homeless, only to turn around and fill your pantries and freezers with the choicest meats and delicacies and gave to the poor and hungry, outdated shit and you smiled all day long over what your hypocritical ass was doing. Oh, you’ll get yours, indeed you will.
And if you are sitting somewhere expecting an announcement that Jesus has come back, are you serious? There will be no trumpet announcements and “Gather ye!” messages. Your biblical Jesus was poor and humble and walked the earth in a robe and if you truly believe that He will arrive driving a Cadillac Escalade with an Armani suit on, are you for real? You faithless shits wouldn’t know Jesus if he walked right through you. You wouldn’t even feel Him because you are dead inside. The only thing you care for is material shit and to see people who you think are your enemies, dead. You chase after ever more elusive highs because your sad and pathetic little world is really not doing it for you, is it? No, it’s not and that is why you have to deaden the awareness because you are not really living, you are just pretending because that is expected of you and you need stronger drugs and more alcohol to get you through the day because no one can know that you are not really as happy as you claim to be. But you won’t do what you need to do. You refuse to stop worshipping money and you just can’t stop being greedy, cold, callous, thoughtless and selfish. You pretend that you are not any of those things when in fact, you are all of them and so much more of the like.
If your Jesus did come back, what would He think of you? Yeah, I know and what’s more, so do you!
Can we get any more ridiculous? Odds are, yes we can! And remember how well, “Yes we can!” worked out for U.S.! I swear! We are so unbelievably stupid, useless, clueless and zombiefried! And I ain’t braggin’! I’m just sayin’!
Excuse me! Uh..world! This IS what America is all about! Depicted here, is a homosexual displaying his ‘junk’ for yet another potential, dare I say, husband? As you can see, we ALWAYS display GOOD taste. And please, PLEASE know that I am being so extremely sarcastic, it ain’t even funny!
….because we don’t have the face of an angel. Every goddamn time we look around, an angel is depicted as being a sweet little innocent white child all dressed up in white and with red rouge painted on the cheeks or is that Cupid? Regardless! Because even if it is Cupid, the little white cherub that shoots an arrow into your heart, Cupid is white and white is good, white is kind, white is benevolent, white is what you as Black people can never aspire to. Forget about it! Get your Black ass out of the way because you don’t have that angelic look; the look that whites have.
When next you are in church praying to a ‘white’ god, look up at the picture of Jesus Christ. He is white. How the hell could a Black man be depicted as Jesus? Everybody knows that Black people are the very spawn of the devil. I am all up in the fucking church today, preaching it! All of you Black heathens look to the ‘white Jesus’ to save you. Look to GOD who of course is also white and we know this because of all the white folks that have died, temporarily, saw a tunnel, some lights and a white man at the end of it telling them to “Go back, you have much more killing of the evil Black people to do! Now don your blue uniform with the badge and hop to it. Don that white robe with the eye slits and hop to it. Shave your white ass head and hop to it! Fuck them no-account niggaz up!” As you can see, weze unedumacated as it is. So what the hell good are we? We ain’t no goddamn good! Whites done spouted that shit out often enough.
I am always going on and on about how people should become aware of how much they matter and that people are a star in their own right, but what the fuck do I know? Quite obviously, not a goddamn thing because I too, am pissing in the goddamn wind and I don’t fucking like the taste of piss, not even my own; champagne drenched that it is. Oh that’s right! How dare I drink champagne. That’s a drink for the whites to use to toast at some prestigious affair that raised money to feed the homeless and we all know that Black families are seven times more likely to be homeless and that Blacks make up half of the U.S. homeless population. Thank you white folks,! How extremely white of you to do that especially since you own every goddamn thing anyway thanks in part to the history of this shithole called America where your ancestors slithered over here and stole land, enslaved Black people and now, you’re throwing a benefit to help those poor Blacks who never could own a goddamn thing seeing as how we was owned. But we get the blame for that by the ever so nice whites, smiling at us and patting us on our fucking nappy ass head because it’s such a shame that Black people have such rough and kinky hair. “Oh Belinda White, did you feel that child’s hair? What in the world? My stars. No wonder they’re considered three-fifths human! We got that one right!”
Yeah! So, let me sit back here behind the dumpster with my nappy ass hair and scratch myself because all Black folks are nasty and we stink! And now, I am going to open up this here Colt 45 Malt liquor and take a good long swig because that is what I do. I lounge around and drink all day and then I go down to the welfare office and fill out forms and start at the beginning of when I took my first shit so that they can hand me some free food stamps and then I promptly take those free food stamps and I sell ’em and I buy myself another Colt 45 malt liquor. I just love being drunk and stinky and to get free stuff that the good old angelic whites never berate me for. Seriously? How fucking useless can I get? Since I can’t be white and angelic and godlike and sainted and good and clean and kind because we all know that’s why white folks are here; to fucking be all of that and so much more that’s right as rain.
Black folks we are doomed and we doomed ourselves because we ain’t angelic looking. We’ve got to be white for that to happen and don’t even bother with that skin lightening shit because you’ve got to be born with their kind of white, it doesn’t come out of a bottle. Come on over here with me Black folks and I’ll hand you some malt liquor. What else are we good for, eh? So, here’s to taking the edge off. Because when you can’t BE ’em, don’t fuck ’em! Just fucking forget ’em!
Now have a good goddamn Happy Black History Month! Bottoms up!
First of all, let me be clear, I did not look at the State of the Union speech last night, but here is my take on it.
“My fellow Americans, let me be clear. I love you all and I love America! We are at a turning point in America’s history. I have created so many unemployed people, that I have been contacted by the Guinness Book of World Records for this submission. I have closed so many retail stores, I believe I have broken another record. I have drone struck so many innocent people in foreign lands that our drone program is in no danger of ending. I have deposed so many other evil dictators, the world is a much safer place, especially in Libya and Iraq. That mess I got started over in Ukraine, uh, I mean…that Putin got started over in Ukraine is going just as planned. Venezuela is feeling our wrath and will continue to do so until they realize just who is in charge of their country. I have opened relations with Cuba for our, uh, their benefit. Oil production is at an all-time high and our shale industry is doing great. In fact, I just received a thank you letter from some folks in Texas who haven’t yet received their lay-off notices. Real bad Black folks who were caught with a dime bag of weed on them will be incarcerated for 30 years and so white folks, go ahead and take that deep sigh of relief. The prison industrial complex is in full swing and mostly privatized as that is what free market enterprise is all about. The government should not corner the market. There are enough prisoners to fill all institutions. There is no need for more schools since our poor are in prison. There is no need to pass legislation to rein in Wall Street as they are great at overseeing what they do. Those folks are the best.
We have several distinguished guests with us tonight. First up, we have Jack Black who wrote a letter to Santa begging him to let him get an education and grow up to be a successful entrepreneur. His greatest hope is that he does not find himself on the business end of an AK-47 held by New York’s finest in blue. And I am here to help him with his dreams of entrepreneurship because my Administration has approved $20.00 in funding for new business enterprises for Black inner city youth and this young man should have the ability to open as many shoeshine stands on the streets of New York City as is possible for him to realize his dream.
As you all are aware, we just celebrated Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Day, and I must say, Dr. King visited me in my dreams last night and thanked me for the wonderful job that I am doing in increasing unemployment in Black communities all across America. Dr. King praised me for increasing child poverty to unprecedented levels because even Dr. King understood the premise of pulling yourselves up by your very own bootstraps. He could never tolerate slackers. Look how much marching he did. That was quite a stretch, marching from Selma to Montgomery. Dr. King realized that the rich prop the economy up and that serfs and peasants are needed and therefore, we have created a nice little niche for said serfs and peasants to slave away all day long; cleaning the toilets of the rich, handing them their lattes across the counters of Starbucks, ringing up their purchases at Nordstrom’s and of course, bowing and scraping to them as they dust and vacuum their homes.
At the start of my first term, I did what I had to do and that is why not one Wall Street thug that caused the economic collapse went to jail because those thugs are necessary to uphold the very foundation of the economic status of millions of Americans. How else could Americans lose their homes? These self-sacrificing thugs are up all night swilling champagne and trying to formulate plans to make more Americans homeless because that builds character and if I may go back to Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., for a minute. Dr. King said, “Do not judge me by the color of my skin, but by the content of my character.” So, as you can see, my inspiration tonight comes from Dr. K. Wassup man? Dr. King was all for building on character. Don’t worry about your skin color. I am half Black and half white and I stand before you as president of the greatest militarized country on the planet. If we maintain our military, then we don’t need to fund food stamp programs. Seniors can take cuts in their Social Security benefits and the Disabled can join our military in the bullet making department. We even have openings at various drone sites all across the country. Even a senior citizen can put some bi-focal glasses on, cite innocent foreign targets and with the touch of a button, send them to hell. These are mean times we live in folks. We’ve created so many terrorists that we just may have to reinstitute the draft. By doing so, we will put more people to work because we have jobs available in the military for the blind, crippled and the crazy. Hell! That’s what we turn our service men and women into anyway and we need some fresh blood ‘cause the troops ain’t looking so great.
We have another distinguished guest with us tonight. This lady from Little Rock, Arkansas wrote to me about her need for housing. Joan Bloomers, where are you? Oh, there you are. Please, let her out of the cage so that she can acknowledge my acknowledgement of her. I thought I told you Joe to prepare a bath for Ms. Bloomers. The homeless shelter she is staying at has bedbugs and lice and no hot showers. Thank you for your letter Ms. Bloomers, now back inside your cage, if you will! Now, I know what some of you are thinking. John Rabid Dog McCain has twelve houses and I bet that he would not even miss one and could therefore, give one of his homes to Ms. Bloomers here. You know what? I wouldn’t even think of asking John Rabid Dog McCain to give up not even one of his homes because well, why should he? Ms. Bloomers needs the assistance of her community and since I was a community organizer, I am well aware that the community should have come together to provide some assistance for Ms. Bloomers’ housing needs. HUD is underfunded due to the needs of our military and unfortunately for Ms. Bloomers, I cannot offer her a Section 8 Housing Choice Voucher at this time. Be patient, Ms. Bloomers and patience is its own reward. Have faith in your Lord and Savior Ms. Bloomers and know that he shall deliver you out of the cold of winter and into the warmth of the Pearly Gates.
And in closing, let me say, fellow Americans, I take much pride in informing you that I intend to start a new two year community college program for all 2nd graders. This program will be funded through tax increases on the class that used to be the middle class but has now descended into the underprivileged class, but not to worry folks. After the 2nd graders take the TAS standardized entrance tests for the two year community college program, that will weed out the wheat from the chaff and only the brightest minds will be qualified. They will be the exceptional ones and as you all know, we here in America, pride ourselves on our exceptionalism. So remember, my fellow Americans, I have decreased high paying jobs, I have increased the need for food stamps. I have increased child poverty by leaps and bounds. I have committed more war crimes than I can shake a stick at and all that I have done is because of my love for America. We shall continue to reign as the most impoverished but the most militarized, warring nation on the face of this planet. Our motto is, “We came, we saw, we conquered, we blew it up and we went back and we blew it up again!” Now take that ISIS AND Vladimir Putin!
God bless America! And thanks to me, may God help the American people! Thank you!”
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