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!

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/

At Least Sterling’s Slaves Get Bank!

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And you thought racism was dead?
Who dropped you on your head?

At least Sterling’s slaves get bank.
Just what the fuck’s your rank?

And you call yourself, “a pro!”
You ain’t nothing but a ho!

You sell yourself each day,
as you watch your soul decay.

In the ring, you’re knocked about,
’cause there ain’t no other way out.

You’re like Muhammad Ali.
who got stung by Massa’s bee.

You’re just a puppet on Massa’s string
who will bend and kiss his ring.

He made you president,
another White House resident.

You think that slavery’s gone?
You’re still ole Massa’s pawn.

He shoves us back and forth.
It’s the same if you head north.

You can’t escape the bonds of hate.
Massa’s got such tempting bait.

Massa owns just everything.
You can’t fly with a broken wing.

Massa can cut you down to size.
If you lose, you get no prize.

That’s the way it’s always been
Massa just looks on with a grin.


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

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According to racial equality activist Richard Lapchick, the NBA in 2011 was composed of 78 percent black players, 17 percent whites, four percent Latinos, and one percent Asian. The league had by far the highest percentage of black players of any major professional sports leagues in the United States and Canada.


Race and ethnicity in the NBA – Wikipedia, the free …

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The possibility of boycotting Game 4 of their first-round series against the Warriors was raised but quickly dismissed.

http://espn.go.com/los-angeles/nba/story/_/id/10844878/los-angeles-clippers-meet-discuss-alleged-donald-sterling-comments-consider-boycott

Yeah, like the Clippers was going to boycott. They know the fucking deal and ain’t no boycott gonna pay the goddamn bills. And people seriously don’t think that the Clippers players don’t know that Donald Sterling is a goddamn racist? Seriously? For real???!!!

People are just SO shocked that Sterling could be a GASP!, racist. OMG, so shocking! Who the fuck is still asleep in this day and age? Fucking racism ain’t gone no goddamn where! It’s fucking everywhere. Hell! I can’t even pick up a book without reading some racist shit. I can’t go on the job without hearing some racist shit. I can’t go shopping without being followed around the goddamn store all over some racist shit. I can’t drive home without being tailed by racist ass cops. I can’t walk down the goddamn street wearing a hoodie without getting shot by some racist ass shit. I can’t fucking buy a house without hearing about “mud people and ghetto loans” from Wells Fargo racist shits. I can’t fucking do a goddamn thing without some racist shit all up in my face. Who the fuck thought racism was dead? Get the fuck outta here! If you ain’t dead, racism ain’t fucking dead! We deal with this shit day in and day out! So fucking shove that “SHOCKED!” shit ’cause you know racism ain’t dead, pretending ass ‘shocked’ motherfuckers!!!