A Dilapidated Historic House, circa 130 or more years old in Trinidad, Brazil Village
peanut population ratcheting, wretching, kavetching and complaining? hypocritically so?
i wake up thinking about yesterday . something profound happened..a thread of what i thought would be level headed people. the people who many would think might be the cream of the fb trini crop. but what they were was just a lynching gang. peculiar to see and observe for me actually, given my reading of slave history. a mixed crowd yes of indian and black people, some mix, but guess what? all melanin.
and i will speak in extreme terms not that it was shown but that the fire and character was there in earnest, intrinsically, it was just a matter of degrees. they were rabid. they had already decided, judged, labeled, were disseminating the case and decision and a public lynching ensued. without either hearing or court. i tried to bring measure and ask, do you really think this person would do that? which resulted in you know what? they biggest culprit, the leader of that particular pack, the writer of the thread, turning on me. challenging me to prove or disprove my case, my assertion. do you see the madness. we are all observers, what observer has anything to prove, even if that observer is just telling a friend a citizen, a sojourner, a traveler, "slow, patience, caution, check first". for that soft word to be rebuffed as it was also tells a story. and one was mature enough to say,
"i hear you" for that i am appreciative. i even got an accolade and was told i inhabited the voice, reason and form of his grandmother what else i could want in life again? Nothing. that is the pinnacle right there. so evidently, before my years, I am already a crone . anyway...the hours passed, more gazers and gas carriers showed up. no one. not a one with flame retardant. but one did give a bligh indirect word and said, this must be an oversight or some such mistake. she too was not taken on. but i wake up this morning, thinking about it. as I was yesterday evening. by evening, the dastardly deed owner showed up. interestingly enough he was just where i said he was, mind you i do not know this man personally, but i do see him at the beaches, regularly. I just have never introduced myself. and my spirit must know why. we used to correspond about politics and change years ago, but then, i began to feel there was nothing but opportunism there.. but last night he appeared on the thread, explained himself. interestingly enough he never once explained nor did anyone ask how the accident incident occurred which by the way is another way you can tell the farce of people who create marches, activism, fires, and flares, lynchings and killings for mistakes and missteps but it never occurs to the idiots to ask some questions. amazing really. so he begs forgiveness. asks for his head not to be bashed . they all laugh. on the same thread where he was called fowl thief by the offended party, she had changed her profile pic to his earlier in the day to indicate the fbi/lynching/extrajudicial police poster of a wanted dead or alive.. when he came on i sent him an inbox alerting him to other threads where he was tarred and feathered. he went there too, apologies and cordials were exchanged. you know this rat never wrote me one letter or word of thank you. and i observed that last night. but the funny thing about me is i does make them out early. and in the thread I wrote about the incident yesterday, i did write the head lyncher that all of them, he, his crew and the offender were all in the same pot, all of the same kind so i have nothing much to offer beyond my first caution or call to reason. i was scarab in fowl party! so said so done. I wake up this morning and the weight and import, the proof of so much is in that one incident. the biggest for me is how they are just like the beasts in parliament, government, cabinet that they are rallying against. how they are just like the last party members they voted out. cretins. crass, classless, governless, lacking governance cretins. what is more about nongovernance than a public hanging of a man who is not even present to answer, who has not been given time to respond. and hear the report and post: people are giving him credit and he has not corrected it. And my response was, are you telling me he showed up on the thread , saw the accolade, accepted it and did not deny it was his, a mistake was made, credit is due elsewhere? do you see the lies and deceit there? But ...blind they are to their own dastard, not so. and therein more proof to their dissonance, their deep abiding never changing deceit and dishonesty.
we dont have a problem with politicians in this country. we have a problem and it is us. a problem that is so deeply entrenched it is our blood and sinew of our walking zombie douen bodies.
funny thing too. just yesterday writers wrote some poignant lines about trinidadians.
daly said we were split personalities. the thread, post and characters yesterday all exemplified that. and not just split i said but multiple. trinis will look you in your face, smile, gift you and hate you. overnight i thought to myself it may not just be trinis eh. i wondered if the world's human populations was the same all over. from zimbabwe to michigan to trinidad, and all points three hundred sixty degrees from and about each. oconnor said the only difference is how they thief, and the citizens here them too are big thiefs, they thief people's name and character every day. look i see raoul lamenting his whole life how so many have washed their mouth on him. i wanted to give words of succor but i thought for what, to whom. who is me, what does that change> who says i am not in line.
but the richness about yesterday was about something deeper too.. it was me sticking up for someone who was not present to stick up for himself, who i thought would not do what was said he did, even though i saw it for myself. mistakes happen. well this is the very same group and gathering who say a bitch annie nevarro misread me, misconstrue me, just saw my profile, the his and got carried away on a silisi* dragon and constructed all kinds of identities and purposes for me, meanwhile i was on her side. worse yet, the demon reported me, i was blocked for a month. those niggers, all, straight hair, curly or kinky, saw it all and not one of them offered up a word for me. and that is another big thing. lynchers are usually the biggest curs and cowards. cowards not enough, the are of no pedigree.. pause and consider that last part...all the talk of who is maharaj, a made up name of nothingness to confer highborn status. and for the negroes who did not even know of their such history to emulate, thief ...see that. see how people been tiefing even before they knew the word. what is a bigger and first tief than to take a name that is not yours, that you know constructed of a scheme that is not of your path, blood, and experience? but...black niggers and negros dont know about their history, they arent even smart enough to have that masquerade; theirs is the opposite, the lesser wretched beings. i shared a post about that too yesterday.a young rapper...they say black people see so much negative images of themselves they take it on as their own reality, and it is just a box of ugly/
i am writing about character. i am writing about values. i am writing about the absence, the total absence of such behaviors in a whole population, from low to high and all points middle.. Rats. just looking for pied pipers and to be paid their theft riches. read the papers of our cavernous craters, and the fb for craven lynchers
we are dilapidated
concrete made of stolen raped material
that floods our douens, no souls, into ruin
there is not even a green blade of grass to hold for resurrection
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