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A.S. I'm posting this as a two-parter since it's too big to post as
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Is there any possibility that this black man was defending these two
middle-aged black people because he had respect for older people and
is thus sort of old-fashioned and not because they were members of the
black race like him? If so, how likely would you guess the possibility
is?
Regardless, the below are a lot of the reasons black people didn't
think O/J. Simpson is a killer and why the ones who did, denied it so.
_MY STRUGGLE_
To Whom It May Concern,
This paper will examine how one of your assistant managers by the name
of Joel SXXXXX took the sides of two coworkers of ours, yet didn't
think they were really right, or did, but only because of the color of
their skin, their low net worth, how dumb of a job each of them had,
the overall plight of his people and what miscellaneous things they
had to endure as individuals and because of one being a blimp etc.
In December 1987 or January 1988, I was in a friendly little debate
with Alton (a black man who appeared to be well into his forties)
about whether or not any man in creation can pick up any girl on the
street. I had a sneaking hunch that he'd be of the opinion none can;
due to how it goes without saying it would turn him off to do this
himself because he is a little Mr. Perfect, so I told him that I
tricked this school I went to into giving me this girl's address that
I liked and that I was going to wait for her outside her house and
pretend that I was bumping into her by happenstance; not because I
wanted to discuss my plan with him, but just to see if he would tell
me that no one on the planet can or ever will be able to do this. (It
bears noting that me telling him that I obtained the girl's address in
such a non-kosher way, made him sick and all the more closed-minded to
what I was telling him. That is, he concluded that this piece of
information is going to factor in about whether or not I get rejected;
as though she's a mind-reader thus will find out what I did or a
little birdie will spill the beans or she'll know psychically.) Our
debate might've been whether or not in general this can happen (though
probably not), but if I had been more specific and stated that a man
can pull off picking up a young woman in her early early twenties if
he's kicking it to her on a city block in as little as one out of nine
hundred and fifty attempts, he'd've strongly disagreed.
I reckoned that since people get mugged on the street, since people
get arrested on the street, since people get raped, murdered and buy
and do drugs on streets, since pimps, child molesters and drunkards
walk on streets, that he would not want to go out with any woman alive
if the place where he asks her for a date is a place like this and
that he thinks everyone in the world is like him. For all he knows, if
he were to rap to a woman he saw on the street, a drug dealer could've
stepped in the very spot where either he or she was standing not two
hours ago. If he psychically knew some man got arrested three or four
feet from the very spot where they were talking, that would make it so
he would be even gladder that he forwent getting any pussy (and vice
versa if you ask him). So if he had to bet his life, he would bet this
doesn't ever happen because ALL of the women in the world share his
belief-system and have the same personality as him because all people
are exactly like one another.
If he had ever known anyone who got a date on the street, he wouldn't
have had the brains to use this as evidence that it happens. I'd say
the odds are that he must've known of a few people who did, but he'd
forgotten and he wouldn't even know to try to remember someone who
did.
It doesn't take a psychiatrist to figure out that he'd not have the
foresight to know that if he met up with her, that he wouldn't be
commiserating about where it was that he ran into her. And nor would
it put a damper on things. Misoneists usually get used to things when
thrown into it.
I said to him something like, Say for the sake of argument that you
bump into a woman on the street that you used to know through your
circle of friends or from a job and you strike up a conversation with
her and then ask her for her number, she might give it to you if she
likes you. Then he shook his head no with a look on his face that
meant 'that's ridiculous'. The look also meant, 'yeah when a monkey
flies outa my ass'.
I told him that last May I was walking down the street and some girl
says to me about her friend "[s]he likes you and that the girl
referred to called after me and followed me a few feet, that she
recited her telephone number for me two times and that I told her that
I won't be able to remember it and that I'll go to a store to buy a
pen and then she said "[y]ou can remember it" and that I told her
again that I can't and that she told me again that I can, but that I
was only mildly interested, so after talking to her a minute, I turned
around and went back on my way. I did not mention that she was a
Puerto Rican and acted real low-class and skanky and kinda looked it
(form-fitting pants) and looked about twenty or twenty-one tops or in
her late teens and she could have been as young as seventeen. However,
if I had included this piece of information, still--I am 100% positive
he'd have thunk that the answer is a big "YES" on the subject of
whether Puerto Ricans are the type to care if they're getting picked
up standing in the middle of a chalk outline of a homicide victim and
so too are all of the female people this young.
I told him that in April 1984, I was walking down the street looking
at this girl's ass in front of me and that she started to turn around
and so I shifted my eyes away and heard, "[s]o cute so cute" and that
then I turned the corner and went in front of my friend's house and
the girl was following me and walked past me acting all awkward and
nervous and then that I crossed the street and waited for my friend on
steps.
Then I told him that her friend was pulling her over to me by the arm
and the girl was pulling back saying "No I can't. I'll die I'll die."
Then she said to me, "Excuse me, do you have the time?" and then put
her head down. Then I said, "No." Then she asked desperately, "Are you
sure?" So I declared, "Positive."
Joel came by, so I said to him (I pretty much remember what I said to
him) something like, "Say that you run into a woman you used to know a
few years back on the street and strike up a conversation with her and
then ask her out on date, she wouldn't turn you down if she's single
and attracted to you?" Then Joel shook his head no with a peremptory
smile, and the body language he used to shake his head meant _no
f*cking way_. So I elaborated some more about how if she knows that
you're not a criminal and about how if she used to know you rather
well and if she's available, that she probably wouldn't reject you
just because you're conversation happens to be taking place on a
street, and he promptly shook his head no again like he did before.
Before I asked him the first time, I had guessed that he might stick
up for his own kind, even though that was the first time he ever did
it and even though I hadn't previously known of anyone who took sides
based on race by pretending to believe something. I am a student of
human nature and so I was checking to see if Joel wouldn't like it
that Alton was wrong and not me and that he might learn from me and
that he and I would know he did.
I can't remember if Joel was around when I was telling Alton about the
two girls who tried to meet me on the street and that I used to have
friends who've picked up girls on the street, but if he was, he still
would have told me No and it's more than likely that I caused him
recall folks who've hooked up like that and that at the very least,
they were in his underthoughts at the time. He would gladly have me
believe that all the couples I've known and all my friends who've
gotten laid that way had actually finalized their plans to get
involved with one another in a non-platonic way in some other setting
and plus it won't ever happen again in the future, not for anybody.
About a month before that incident, I remember him telling me in his
own words that I wasn't a nice guy because I used to call the girl I
told Alton about who I was planning to kick it to in front of her
house; in order to check on whether she was still living at the
address I had for her, and that I'd hang up when I heard her say
"hello" and that he balled me out saying that I was badgering her.
Seeing that this meant that I had to have told him about my plan to
meet her, this is more evidence that he lied about how all women will
foreknow they couldn't enjoy a potential husband's company just
because they met him on a sidewalk, because if that was his genuine
opinion, he would've told me that this idea of mine wouldn't work
because I used to tell him my _life strategies_ to get his input and
he always gave it.
It was in January or perhaps maybe February 1988 that Joel first
defended Alton. Right before that, in the end of December, or maybe
that same month, I told him that on Christmas day on the way to my
aunt's house, I saw out of the corner of my eye, this girl on the
subway who was the girl of my dreams, turning to look at me with this
concerned look on her face that always means whoever has that look is
staring at someone they are attracted to and that I thus turned to
look at her and that she'd get embarrassed and turn back and that this
happened about three times for like four minutes. So Joel criticized
me for not talking to her. Then I told him that it was snowing, so I
had on a cheap coat and JOX Thom McAn sneakers. So he responded by
saying to me, and this is a direct quote, "She knew you're not a bum."
Now, the subways are pretty much the same environment as a street.
They're notoriously known to be violent, for muggings. The dregs of
society ride the subways, they're filthy, rat-infested. So if he
thinks that I could have picked up the girl on the subway, then he
probably would think that a man could pick up a woman on the street.
After that, I told the black man Joel that there was some girl who
lived across the street from my father and that I sometimes saw her
bike-riding and that I planned on borrowing my stepmother's bike so I
can ride up and rap to her, and he was thinking that this was as good
a plan as any. He wasn't thinking to himself, "I shall assume strictly
for academic purposes that you do get a date with her. Well ... if you
take her dancing, she won't have a good time. She'll think that a
sidewalk is a bad place and from there, she'll care that it is.
Because she'll care, it won't just be a slight drawback to her, it
would pall everything. No one can just care about something a little
bit. But this is a moot hypothetical, of course."
Alton was dead wrong and was of a retarded opinion and had a dumb job
and a low-paying one Joel concluded. The two could go hand-in-hand for
all I think Joel concluded. That is to say, Joel took into account
that there's a possibility that I could be thinking that Alton's
opinion AND job could be ramifications of them being intellectually
inferior.
Not only was Alton wrong, but I was right. This fact didn't sit so
well with Joel.
(The fool didn't know that he would so go out on a date with a woman
he used to know if he ran into her on a street and in a crackhouse or
in jail even. He would pick up a woman on the street and he'd either
get over it immediately (either before he took her out or during), or--
at the most--after a short while it would only occasionally be on his
mind. It's most likely that right off the bat, he'd be so glad to have
her that he wouldn't give a hot pile. The second most likely scenario
is that 'twould diminish away to a total non-issue and he wouldn't
even think about it anymore. It's either one or the other. My guess is
that by their third date, tops (and that's stretching it!), if he took
her to the movies, he would be used to the notion that he procured her
at a non-ideal locale. Plus if he and the woman had already known one
another--such as in the hypothetical I gave him--he'd factor in that
he first met her someplace that's wholesome to them. Like, if they
first met a few times at ... say ... a friend's birthday party and
then at a wedding, how they got together nould only not be a fly in
the ointment to him, 'twould mean jack and therefore, he could NOW at |
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On May 2, 1:27 am, Chris Tsao <rigida7...@aol.com> wrote:
Quote: A.S. I'm posting this as a two-parter since it's too big to post as
one
message.
Is there any possibility that this black man was defending these two
middle-aged black people because he had respect for older people and
is thus sort of old-fashioned and not because they were members of the
black race like him? If so, how likely would you guess the possibility
is?
Regardless, the below are a lot of the reasons black people didn't
think O/J. Simpson is a killer and why the ones who did, denied it so.
_MY STRUGGLE_
To Whom It May Concern,
This paper will examine how one of your assistant managers by the name
of Joel SXXXXX took the sides of two coworkers of ours, yet didn't
think they were really right, or did, but only because of the color of
their skin, their low net worth, how dumb of a job each of them had,
the overall plight of his people and what miscellaneous things they
had to endure as individuals and because of one being a blimp etc.
In December 1987 or January 1988, I was in a friendly little debate
with Alton (a black man who appeared to be well into his forties)
about whether or not any man in creation can pick up any girl on the
street. I had a sneaking hunch that he'd be of the opinion none can;
due to how it goes without saying it would turn him off to do this
himself because he is a little Mr. Perfect, so I told him that I
tricked this school I went to into giving me this girl's address that
I liked and that I was going to wait for her outside her house and
pretend that I was bumping into her by happenstance; not because I
wanted to discuss my plan with him, but just to see if he would tell
me that no one on the planet can or ever will be able to do this. (It
bears noting that me telling him that I obtained the girl's address in
such a non-kosher way, made him sick and all the more closed-minded to
what I was telling him. That is, he concluded that this piece of
information is going to factor in about whether or not I get rejected;
as though she's a mind-reader thus will find out what I did or a
little birdie will spill the beans or she'll know psychically.) Our
debate might've been whether or not in general this can happen (though
probably not), but if I had been more specific and stated that a man
can pull off picking up a young woman in her early early twenties if
he's kicking it to her on a city block in as little as one out of nine
hundred and fifty attempts, he'd've strongly disagreed.
I reckoned that since people get mugged on the street, since people
get arrested on the street, since people get raped, murdered and buy
and do drugs on streets, since pimps, child molesters and drunkards
walk on streets, that he would not want to go out with any woman alive
if the place where he asks her for a date is a place like this and
that he thinks everyone in the world is like him. For all he knows, if
he were to rap to a woman he saw on the street, a drug dealer could've
stepped in the very spot where either he or she was standing not two
hours ago. If he psychically knew some man got arrested three or four
feet from the very spot where they were talking, that would make it so
he would be even gladder that he forwent getting any pussy (and vice
versa if you ask him). So if he had to bet his life, he would bet this
doesn't ever happen because ALL of the women in the world share his
belief-system and have the same personality as him because all people
are exactly like one another.
If he had ever known anyone who got a date on the street, he wouldn't
have had the brains to use this as evidence that it happens. I'd say
the odds are that he must've known of a few people who did, but he'd
forgotten and he wouldn't even know to try to remember someone who
did.
It doesn't take a psychiatrist to figure out that he'd not have the
foresight to know that if he met up with her, that he wouldn't be
commiserating about where it was that he ran into her. And nor would
it put a damper on things. Misoneists usually get used to things when
thrown into it.
I said to him something like, Say for the sake of argument that you
bump into a woman on the street that you used to know through your
circle of friends or from a job and you strike up a conversation with
her and then ask her for her number, she might give it to you if she
likes you. Then he shook his head no with a look on his face that
meant 'that's ridiculous'. The look also meant, 'yeah when a monkey
flies outa my ass'.
I told him that last May I was walking down the street and some girl
says to me about her friend "[s]he likes you and that the girl
referred to called after me and followed me a few feet, that she
recited her telephone number for me two times and that I told her that
I won't be able to remember it and that I'll go to a store to buy a
pen and then she said "[y]ou can remember it" and that I told her
again that I can't and that she told me again that I can, but that I
was only mildly interested, so after talking to her a minute, I turned
around and went back on my way. I did not mention that she was a
Puerto Rican and acted real low-class and skanky and kinda looked it
(form-fitting pants) and looked about twenty or twenty-one tops or in
her late teens and she could have been as young as seventeen. However,
if I had included this piece of information, still--I am 100% positive
he'd have thunk that the answer is a big "YES" on the subject of
whether Puerto Ricans are the type to care if they're getting picked
up standing in the middle of a chalk outline of a homicide victim and
so too are all of the female people this young.
I told him that in April 1984, I was walking down the street looking
at this girl's ass in front of me and that she started to turn around
and so I shifted my eyes away and heard, "[s]o cute so cute" and that
then I turned the corner and went in front of my friend's house and
the girl was following me and walked past me acting all awkward and
nervous and then that I crossed the street and waited for my friend on
steps.
Then I told him that her friend was pulling her over to me by the arm
and the girl was pulling back saying "No I can't. I'll die I'll die."
Then she said to me, "Excuse me, do you have the time?" and then put
her head down. Then I said, "No." Then she asked desperately, "Are you
sure?" So I declared, "Positive."
Joel came by, so I said to him (I pretty much remember what I said to
him) something like, "Say that you run into a woman you used to know a
few years back on the street and strike up a conversation with her and
then ask her out on date, she wouldn't turn you down if she's single
and attracted to you?" Then Joel shook his head no with a peremptory
smile, and the body language he used to shake his head meant _no
f*cking way_. So I elaborated some more about how if she knows that
you're not a criminal and about how if she used to know you rather
well and if she's available, that she probably wouldn't reject you
just because you're conversation happens to be taking place on a
street, and he promptly shook his head no again like he did before.
Before I asked him the first time, I had guessed that he might stick
up for his own kind, even though that was the first time he ever did
it and even though I hadn't previously known of anyone who took sides
based on race by pretending to believe something. I am a student of
human nature and so I was checking to see if Joel wouldn't like it
that Alton was wrong and not me and that he might learn from me and
that he and I would know he did.
I can't remember if Joel was around when I was telling Alton about the
two girls who tried to meet me on the street and that I used to have
friends who've picked up girls on the street, but if he was, he still
would have told me No and it's more than likely that I caused him
recall folks who've hooked up like that and that at the very least,
they were in his underthoughts at the time. He would gladly have me
believe that all the couples I've known and all my friends who've
gotten laid that way had actually finalized their plans to get
involved with one another in a non-platonic way in some other setting
and plus it won't ever happen again in the future, not for anybody.
About a month before that incident, I remember him telling me in his
own words that I wasn't a nice guy because I used to call the girl I
told Alton about who I was planning to kick it to in front of her
house; in order to check on whether she was still living at the
address I had for her, and that I'd hang up when I heard her say
"hello" and that he balled me out saying that I was badgering her.
Seeing that this meant that I had to have told him about my plan to
meet her, this is more evidence that he lied about how all women will
foreknow they couldn't enjoy a potential husband's company just
because they met him on a sidewalk, because if that was his genuine
opinion, he would've told me that this idea of mine wouldn't work
because I used to tell him my _life strategies_ to get his input and
he always gave it.
It was in January or perhaps maybe February 1988 that Joel first
defended Alton. Right before that, in the end of December, or maybe
that same month, I told him that on Christmas day on the way to my
aunt's house, I saw out of the corner of my eye, this girl on the
subway who was the girl of my dreams, turning to look at me with this
concerned look on her face that always means whoever has that look is
staring at someone they are attracted to and that I thus turned to
look at her and that she'd get embarrassed and turn back and that this
happened about three times for like four minutes. So Joel criticized
me for not talking to her. Then I told him that it was snowing, so I
had on a cheap coat and JOX Thom McAn sneakers. So he responded by
saying to me, and this is a direct quote, "She knew you're not a bum."
Now, the subways are pretty much the same environment as a street.
They're notoriously known to be violent, for muggings. The dregs of
society ride the subways, they're filthy, rat-infested. So if he
thinks that I could have picked up the girl on the subway, then he
probably would think that a man could pick up a woman on the street.
After that, I told the black man Joel that there was some girl who
lived across the street from my father and that I sometimes saw her
bike-riding and that I planned on borrowing my stepmother's bike so I
can ride up and rap to her, and he was thinking that this was as good
a plan as any. He wasn't thinking to himself, "I shall assume strictly
for academic purposes that you do get a date with her. Well ... if you
take her dancing, she won't have a good time. She'll think that a
sidewalk is a bad place and from there, she'll care that it is.
Because she'll care, it won't just be a slight drawback to her, it
would pall everything. No one can just care about something a little
bit. But this is a moot hypothetical, of course."
Alton was dead wrong and was of a retarded opinion and had a dumb job
and a low-paying one Joel concluded. The two could go hand-in-hand for
all I think Joel concluded. That is to say, Joel took into account
that there's a possibility that I could be thinking that Alton's
opinion AND job could be ramifications of them being intellectually
inferior.
Not only was Alton wrong, but I was right. This fact didn't sit so
well with Joel.
(The fool didn't know that he would so go out on a date with a woman
he used to know if he ran into her on a street and in a crackhouse or
in jail even. He would pick up a woman on the street and he'd either
get over it immediately (either before he took her out or during), or--
at the most--after a short while it would only occasionally be on his
mind. It's most likely that right off the bat, he'd be so glad to have
her that he wouldn't give a hot pile. The second most likely scenario
is that 'twould diminish away to a total non-issue and he wouldn't
even think about it anymore. It's either one or the other. My guess is
that by their third date, tops (and that's stretching it!), if he took
her to the movies, he would be used to the notion that he procured her
at a non-ideal locale. Plus if he and the woman had already known one
another--such as in the hypothetical I gave him--he'd factor in that
he first met her someplace that's wholesome to them. Like, if they
first met a few times at ... say ... a friend's birthday party and
then at a wedding, how they got together nould only not be a fly in
the ointment to him, 'twould mean jack and therefore, he could NOW at
Correction: I have to post it in a bunch of small posts
Part two
this point in time and hereafter, enjoy her company and the movie.)
Joel was able to gather that the brotha wasn't feeling even a tad
stupid by having me tell him the real deal about something that's a
fact of life that everyone who isn't a little Mr. Perfect knows, but
was taking no chances.
If he had admitted I was right, Alton would probably have come to
realize that I learnt something that he cannot, hence Joel wouldn't
and couldn't do it.
Plus he was not too crazy about the idea of Alton discerning how it
was me who was the one to impart the knowledge. I think that this is
what bothered him the most.
And he wanted Alton to win. (Alton didn't give two jumentous pig farts
about that nonsense. He had an opinion and if I agreed with it or not,
he could take it or leave it.)
Some other day not too long after that, I told Joel that Alton is a
Mr. Perfect and thinks that no one can do anything that's illegal, or
amoral, or deceitful, or sleazy and benefit by it. That no one can get
away without being arrested for buying a stolen car in order to
procure a car at a cheap price (this was long long before GPS units
were installed in anyone's car), no one can trick a company that
they're applying for a job at into thinking that they graduated
college, if you get back at someone who wronged you badly over a long
length of time and tried to ruin your life, you're "sick" and not
merely "vindictive." Then Joel declared in a voice and with an
expression that was authoritative and knowing and that meant he has
nothing but respect for Alton's I.Q., quote, "He doesn't want to hear
it!" I've never heard anyone use that voice who wasn't declaring
something.
To better describe his voice and expression, picture someone waving
their arm across their body while declaring that. He didn't do this,
but I put forth a body language that would go with his words and
expression in order to more eloquently give you a description of what
he looked and sounded like.
That was intimating that Alton thinking it's impossible or nearly
impossible to do even one of the things I was telling him about and
thus they've never or hardly ever been done before and that no one
ever will or only a small handful of people will, are pieces of
wisdom. On top of that, Joel thought that if I didn't tell him about
everything I discussed with Alton that he childishly thinks can't be
pulled off, that right there on the spot I would also forever be
thinking that he's right about those things too.
Plus my man was hoping that I do or are planning to do some of the
things that I was schooling Alton on; in order to make me feel amoral
and like a fool for not doing things the right way. To take my focus
off of Alton's lack of reasoning abilities and make me focus on what
would hopefully be a bad flaw or two of mine. That meant, _I really
really really really really really really really really really really
really really really really really really really really really really
really really really really really really really really really really
really really really really really really really really really really
really really really really really really really really really hope to
God you're planning on purchasing a hot car like you're talking about
so you know you'll be amoral if you do and so that you also know that
if you're merely debating and nothing more, still--you're not such a
good egg … ya know_?
Once, to-whiles we were discussing Alton in a non-descript way (maybe
something work-related? I can't remember because this was so long
ago), I said to Joel, "He's a Mr. Perfect." Joel responded with--and
this is a direct quote, "I know what you mean by that. He better cut
that sh*t out!" He might've even repeated the last part. His
intelligence was a bit insulted and he was tee'd off. He can admit
this because I wasn't saying how the guy hadn't learned some
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Part 3
Once in February of that year, there was one pair of pants sticking up
a few inches out of a rack of pants and so this Caribbean woman named
Anne Marie GXX MXXXXXX yelled, "Chris straighten those pants!" with
an indignant, contemptuous, confrontative, hostile, livid, malicious,
revengeful voice, expression (frowning hard) and body language while
pointing hard to the pair of pants and then the f*ckwit turned around
with a hard/sharp twist, so I smacked my gums and then Joel turned
around and smiled with an angry/blameful look and then said while
smiling, "Don't click your teeth!" in an angry/blameful voice (i.e.,
an almost falsetto voice people speak with when they're indignant) and
then turned back around to continue his conversation with her and
Donna XXXXXXX. His voice, expression, body language and words meant
What the Hell's the matter with you?!?! This IS a real _woman of
respect_ I tell you! You're buggin' Dude. I want some of what you're
smoking. What planet are you living on? Did you just fall off a turnip
truck? This's a smartie here! C'est-a-dire she's so bright that of
course she knows whether or not she can rightfully f*ck with a white
boy like such! This is an obvious moral giant you're dealing with--
she's not unethical I tell you! It's ALL GOOD! It's cool! Just take my
word for it Guy! You don't need to do your own thinking! Good Christ!
Mother of God! Yeah you don't like it--you don't have to like it, and
since that's how you feel, that's too God Damn bad--you can go take a
flying leap offa really tall bridge! You think you're _black_?!?! N n
n n n n n n no-ooo ...*This* standing before you is black--not you!
Holey jumping Moses! ..………. Have you ever?
He was also lying by trying to make me think that I was merely but
jumping to conclusions for deeming her as being rude and stupid and
that it's not her "birth right" to do with me as she pleases. I'm
stupid because of me being on a lower ecological scale than those two,
so I have entirely erroneous assessments.
It also meant: It's hard enough being her without the likes of _you_
adding to her afflictions!!!!!!
It also meant: Get this straight: _you're_ her kid!
It also meant, as far as I'm concerned, she can do no wrong.
It also meant: "You hear the West Indies accent, whaddaya think she's
a Tudor Monarch or something? Cut her some slack for crying out loud!"
He knew that people like the ghetto-dweller who unrelentingly mess
with the godly don't know the difference between right and wrong AND
that she's of an inferior intellect, so he was solicitous that she
would falsely deem me the one who was being rude and stupid and that
she'd get mad at me.
And he didn't want her to realize that she was in the wrong and thus
feel bad about herself.
He also wanted to know for his own comfort that Whitey here didn't get
away scot free with not treating some poor black victim of society
with kid gloves and moreover like royalty. He also didn't appreciate
that I won the argument by her not disputing the fact that she was
wrong and that I and not her was having the _final say_.
Earlier that day, Joel told the sister that I said that Puerto Ricans
are a jinx race to all white people and so he knew dern well that the
momma was having me tidy the pair of pants so I'd be doing manual
labor and exerting mental energy and was being hostile to make me mad
at her; to take it upon herself to see to it that I get a disciplinary
action measure/just-desserts for thinking what she misconstrued as a
bigoted opinion of mine and for me supposedly thinking stupidly and
lastly--to vent her disapproval, as though I was her kid. He also
thought that I probably was too stupid to realize all of that and that
I thought that she was being rude just because it struck her fancy,
but has every right. And he knew full well that since she was just
some superloser supervisor that she didn't have the authority to
punish any worker for jack sh*t in even the slightest way and that
only managers on up can.
It's not his beeswax if I don't lick her butt.
In either the last days of March or in the middle of March, the ghetto
defendant* comes up to me to tell me what department to work in and
speaks to me with a demeanor that meant that she dislikes me
personally and that was openly hostile and confrontational and
vexatious and she phrased her sentence(s) rudely. So I wearily
murmured, "I gotta ask to work less days." So Bubblebutt enraged
yelled that if I want to work less days to ask in the office. As
Mammie was yelling at me, or maybe seconds before she started to,
brother Joel by happenstance stepped between us and I foreknew that he
would think that I have to be submissive with a member of His race
(especially one so poor and who could stand to lose literally--without
exaggerating--a good hundred pounds (for starters), who came into this
world with nothing and she still to this day unfortunately has just
that and that's also unfortunately exactly all she'll ever have, who's
lead a hard-knock life, and who wouldn't be indigent and toiling away
if not for dead relatives of theirs being captured in their original
homelands and dragged to foreign countries in chains and it doesn't
matter how long ago that was and because he didn't know whether part
of the reason she's still poor is because she's stupid--which is what
he deemed her) and so, as dawn follows dusk, Soul Man deliberately
shook to use a demeanor that was designed to display that I just
insulted his intelligence--along with a put-on expression that meant
I'm a preposterous figure, and then he lied and explained to me that I
keep saying that I'm going to work less days and added that so far I
haven't asked to have my schedule waned and then the lying sack of
sh*t topped it all off with a "get out of my face" (that part I
remember word for word). His voice was also one that is used when
somebody is speaking directly to one person, but wants people close by
to hear. Even though they want others to hear what they're saying,
they don't realize that they are using this voice.
I never brought up me wanting to work less days before that point in
time. I can't be tricked into thinking that I've mentioned something
so significant and this personal. (It was her he so wanted to be made
to think that. If I just took his word for it--like I have the memory
of a fish!!!--that'd just be a secondary payoff, not nearly as
important.) [I asked to work less days about a week or two later;
maybe even a few days later.] He was trying to confuse me with a very
very very very UNsimilar thing I had told him ONCE and ONCE only--
either a couple weeks or like a month and a half before that. The
"only" and "only" is the operative word, the "only" time I ever spoke
to the man about the subject of me working part-time was me
complaining and bitching (in a partial whine) to him that my father
told me that I have to ask for more days and that if they don't give
me more days, to look for a full-time job on my days off. Joel, with
his intelligence a wee bit insulted, responded by telling me that I'm
a grown man and that that was none of my father's business and
repeated that I was a grown man. To make sure I wasn't misinterpreting
his words and to get him to be more specific, I picked his brain and
asked him what he meant and so he stated emphatically that it was none
of my father's business how many days a week I work because I'm a
"grown man" and I can live my life however I choose (I'm paraphrasing
a drop. however I remember precisely what he explained to me--just not
all of his exact words).
This is also proof to me he was lying about how all young men in
perfect health have to go to work very regularly.
(As an aside, my father asked me if I was working more days, so I
simply just lied and told him "yeah" and that was the end of that. He
paid all my bills, so he didn't think that it was nice of me to expect
him to work his rear off so I don't have to. I know I can live my life
my own way if I turn 18 and he knew that.)
Now, if Joel tells me to get out of his face due to a lie of his that
he just made up right there on the spot and that's two seconds old,
well then he's taking sides out of biasedness because he's telling me
to get out of his face in indignation based on something he knows
isn't true because that wasn't what was really bothering him.
Before that incident, Greg told me that Joel told Anne Marie that I
work because my father won't let me do nothing. When I was talking
back to a fellow black person and one that's unusually pathetic (fat
as a hippo, a fourth-world immigrant, dumb like a seven-year-old, a
drudge, a non-have, destitute, unskilled, a ghetto mama (facially and
bodily, you would see with your eyes that her _offspring tally_ is a
high number. it's ineffable how I know this and how I know that you
would know this too), one lucked-out, who's maleducated, a deadender
etc.) and so if you care about her you must pity her (and there's
f*cking no f*cking way at all you f*cking cannot), then I conveniently
can't afford to have more days shaved off my three-day-a-week
schedule, but one picosecond before that, I can well afford to be
totally unemployed. If I was only working three days a week, that's a
clue that I might be able to swing working less days. He knew that my
father paid my bills and that I have a six-figure inheritance (I never
told him about how my aunt took care of me). He just wanted me to be
morally and intellectually in the wrong and for firstly her and then
secondly me to be under that impression. He wanted Chris Stills to
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In other words, he meant that Anne Marie is black and so therefore I
have bills to pay.
Before that, I had told Joel a funny story about a job that I quit the
day that I started it--which by the way was the last job I had before
I came to XXXXX; and I might have mentioned approximately how recently
it was; i.e., like four months earlier (I remember talking about the
Tyson-Biggs fight that was on HBO later that day and I just now
checked online to confirm that this was in October).
By (1) inserting himself into _my_ affair and for the second time and
by (2) using the words "get out of 'my' face"--with the emphasis on
the word "my"--I take it that he was under the impression that me
making her mad had to do with him. That was possibly a Freudian slip,
or something like that. That's because in the knowledge they are a
minority, at times, it feels to him like there is only a small amount
of black people in this world and so it's almost as though she's part
of him and he's part of her. He also didn't want her to feel like a
minority and like _the odd man out_ and all alone and helpless.
_Nota bene_: This marks the third time he did not look favorably on
me trying to teach someone who's black AND at the idea that they might
learn things as a result of me questioning them AND that I knew I was
right and not them and that it was conceivable that they could come to
realize that I was. He contemplated that maybe perhaps once Anne Marie
learned from me that she had been wrong and that there was a miniscule
possibility that Alton started to or that he might start to. It
especially perturbed him that they might wonder whether I'm smarter
than them, and he thought that even if neither did, it's still not
good that these blacks know that I am capable of knowing but one tiny
insignificant factoid that they couldn't learn on their own.
That was also the second time he was thinking that I wasn't respecting
the integrity of the black race.
That was also the second time he got all indignant thinking that I was
preventing her from exercising her right to make personal fundamental
choices.
That was also the second time he got all up in my business to defend
her Negroism along with his people's.
Now, he bared witness to a previous time which she was rude to this
writer unprovoked and knew there could very well be other times he
wasn't privy too and that there probably were because he'd not
coincidentally be around every time she did it. Plus, he realized by
the thing I said to her and by how weary I sounded that this was
ongoing. He heard at least one firsthand account of her f*cking with
Alton like a lightning bolt out of a clear blue sky. Joel had worked
at the store a month longer than me and was a full-timer and thus was
around more and so he probably witnessed her antagonizing and loudly
screaming at people just for standing near by her and heard more tell
of her doing those types of things, like I did (after all, people
talk), but still thought that even if that was the three hundredth
time, none of this is to be taken into account since she's a black sad
sack and because they used to not have equal rights.
He was trying to make a monkey out of me and piss me off out of
vengeance for making her life even more unpleasant than it already
was.
If she's nasty to me and I answer her back, that's between her and me
and that's nobody else's beeswax.
In May 1988, a little less than a week and a half before I quit my
job, with me, Joel, Anne Marie and Greg all facing one another, I
asked Anne Marie if I would get my vacation pay if I quit my job and
then she yelled out, "When are you gonna quit? As effective when as
effective when?" while shaking her head violently from side to side
and sounding like and looking like a little kid who's jealous of
another little kid for telling her that his daddy is going to buy him
a brand-new bicycle. Then, she lowered her head and pouted with her
eyes mostly shut and whined--slurring her words, "You want me to find
out for you?"
The reason that 40-something could spend like 17 seconds very
blatantly giving vent to her jealousies like that and not contemplate
that Joel, Greg and me (and anyone else who might've been around)
would definitely all read her is because she's of an inferior
intellect and thus has no insight into people.
Chris Stills once imitated the middle-ager throwing her head from side
to side fast and hard in that same tempo whilst antagonizing him
without provocation out of the blue on a whim hostilely and
confrontatively (sp.?). He recited some stupid juvenile sh*t that
would come out of the mouth of a six-year-old and in what was pretty
much the aforementioned voice, but more malicious and with no jealousy
and it was triumphant too (exactly like when a little kid goes _na-na-
na-naaaa_ ) because she was trying to punk him, show him up, appall
him, sicken him, raise his blood pressure, dis him, personally insult
him etc.; to mess with society as a whole--with the logic that he's
part of society--who establishes her as a peasant, a pauper, a loser-
at-life, a nothing, a two-bit piece of sh*t, inferior, a slummer,
prestigeless, a have-not, pathetic and who makes her toil and so (1)
she was fcuking the world even though he's just one person and another
reason she wants to do that is too make everyone mad on account of her
thinking that it’s not right that others who don’t have her financial
problems get to be happy and (2) she was having a mighty sh*tty day
like almost always (because she must have worked for what was usually
seven days a week and I remember that she had another job (I suspect
that she had three jobs altogether), but maybe she only worked six
days a week--I'm sure at least once in a while she got to lol) and
vented it on him and that was also another instance of her (3)
deluding herself that she was a wealthy business mogul and thus had
major underlings and that she was in the course of wielding her
industrial might (on him) and thinking peasants undignified and that
they have no rights with the filthy stinking rich and she was (4)
taking a power-trip. No one who's hit twelve speaks with a voice like
that and it's always used for antagonizing other children. This was in
March of 1988, so I forgot what he said that she said. He told me how
he answered her back (I can't remember what he said to her, but it had
to do with her insult) and further reenacted the scene with himself
repeatedly throwing his head from side to side--to do it back to her
(though his body language wasn't as mean) and he finished his sentence
with a "ha ha ha" because he knew that he was being straight-up f*cked
with and out of malice and he knew all or most of the four reasons why
(these above-mentioned four things had been her m.o. at XXXXX) [he
knew that Kevin XXXXX was on a power-trip, so he had to have known
that Anne Marie was). He then said that she called him into the office
and told him not to answer her back ever again.
A few days later, I asked Joel why he thinks that she yelled at me
just for asking her if I'd get my vacation pay if I quit. Not because
I have the mind of a four-year-old and did not know the reason and
thought that to get to the bottom of it, I could go to him--like he'd
not be a biased source whatsoever, but out of curiosity to see if he
would lie to me and tell me that she was yelling at me because she
thinks that I owe it to society to not have an easy time of it seeing
as though ever since the beginning of time, about 100% of all young
able-bodied men such as I have worked like beavers--just like beavers--
and so I also am morally bound to for the purpose of perpetuating this
here particular ritual and that because young men are physically the
strongest out of everyone and that because the hard work of men is the
fundamental building block of our society, that I am not well within
my right to be out of work on purpose and are not yet master of my
destiny; not until I have many many many many many many many many " "
" " " more adult years tucked under my belt, but female people can get
to be unemployed all they damn please if they don't have to earn a
livelihood because (1) they're the weaker sex and also because (2)
it's not the norm for them to be the breadwinners and to be straining
themselves so often and that I don't have Aunt Jemima's smarts,
therefore I am so wet behind the ears that I won't foreknow like she
can that the chicken feed I'd be earning is going to matter much to me
and that the standing around the store with a finger up my ass like 70
percent of the time (there usually was nothing for me to do) and that
the occasional tidying up for a few fleeting seconds is gonna help to
shape me (that and that alone will make a man outa me, this kind of
work is therapeutic, work builds character, work feels good and just
standing still all day is work), all work is rewarding--no matter what
it is and plus if I'm not standing around there like a lump of sh*t
just counting the atto-, femto- and nanoseconds until I can be on my
own time or if I'm not at XXXXX yucking it up on subjects like p*ssy,
Mike Tyson, James "The Heat" Kinchen, moving picture shows,
motorcycles, Larry "Crackhead" Davis and PAC-MAN, then when I go back
to the workworld, I will not be in the swing of things and could quite
possibly fail at my next _no-responsibility job_ that I sought out and
waited for in lieu of more demanding ones), and is teaching me the
meaning of responsibility and is being industrious and that I'd be
picking up new skills which so far were not in my job description and
that will only be in it if I stay on, so I don't have a clue what they
are going to be and neither does he, but they'll surely be for real.
And putting a shirt on a hanger gives one a real feeling of
accomplishment.
And he could allude to how it's supposedly even worse of me to be
lazing or having a howling good time while everyone else is at their
jobs working their guts out, so it'd be best if I save it all for the
weekends, or that maybe I don't have to if I wait until 5 PM when most
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hot potato and call it a night; seeing that by then, those who follow
the rules will be fast asleep since they go to bed early in order to
be able to function at work throughout the day. I have a bedtime lol.
Another thing I have is a curfew. I am not allowed to be at a night
club at 3 in the morning, unless I am an employed man or it’s a Friday
or Saturday.
Also, a little Mr. Perfect wouldn't keep odd hours and sleep days. Not
in a million lifetimes. Just the notion of it would make one wanna
puke.
Also, he'd have to allude to how me staying on is supposedly a way to
secure my solvency and my future financial well being.
Also, he'd have to allude to me being stuck at the development stage
of a twelve-year-old and so I like to do the things that pre-teen boys
do in their spare time (that part was true back then, and he knew it
and should have had the good manners to not get this personal), since
he foreknew that I would be spending so much time in front of my
television and hangin' out at the mall and just sitting around playing
hand-held electronic games etc.
He was saying how it's vital to be a little Mr. Perfect and worry
whether or not I feel manly inside.
There isn't a single other thing conceivable to mention in order to
call me amoral and stupid and to degrade me for not working, so I knew
it would have to be the above. This is because by bringing up that my
gender is not female and that I hadn't been a legal adult for too long
and saying that she was probably thinking someone who's these two
specific things should be working, along with his affected tones,
expressions and body languages, he can intimate plenty.
(I didn't want to make retailing my career. Besides the fact that even
if I did, I learned nothing at XXXXX and there aren't any even semi-
decent growth opportunities anywhere in your organization whatsoever
and I know what my plans in life are and have inside information about
the goings-on in my life; e.g., like why I am able to be out of work
so much. And I, in my brain, devised lotsa different ruses to fix it
so that I stay this way most of the time (many of them I have yet to
implement) and I can do without being told off by this f*ckup, loser,
wretch, know-nothing, horse's rear end, blank slate, peon, inner-city
dweller, piece of sh*t, working-stiff, good-for-nothing, roustabout,
drudge, have-not, low man on the totem pole, hard-luck case, bad luck
magnet, no-hoper, anti-black stereotype on wheels, no-goodnik, witch,
sociopath, sicko!)
I figured that the odds are better than average that he would also
think that he stands a shot at getting me to conclude that even if my
work-detail would be good for me, I don't have the black skin that it
takes to be able to gage whether or not it's more important than the
free time I was about to get to have, not being on subways, not
getting rained on, getting to not be cold or hot, getting to not
habitually comb my hair, not having to keep putting belts on and
getting to play my albums etc.
So on that note, he affected a matter-of-fact/knowing/peremptory/
totally confident/agreeing expression and with a voice to match, said,
"[m]aybe she thinks that a young man like yourself should be working"
and while he was telling me this bull, he exaggerated the shape of his
lips making them pucker like a fish and bugged out his eyes to be
matter-of-fact, declarative and agreeing. Then, he purposely made a
tight mouth to be even more matter-of-fact and as authoritative as can
be and cock-sure and he left the expression on his face; all the while
bugging-out his eyes. This is usually always an affected expression
that people use when they're trying to demonstrate that something is
_a certainty_.
Also, his expressions, tone, body languages and last of all, his
sentence, were incredibly respectful. They were meant to trick me into
drawing the conclusion that the bottom feeder proved to him over and
over and over and over and over and over that she's highly intelligent
and highly moral and thus he's got nothing but respect for this woman
and rightfully so. And one way, which by the way, was the first way
that she proved her intelligence and morals are so great was by simply
just showing her black face at XXXXX. If he didn't know her from XXXXX
and saw her black face in a bus window passing by, he'd be like:
"There goes one smart cookie and all-around good egg."
And it meant: _Well I'm pretty sure she thinks you're stupid and
amoral, but even if she doesn't, I sure as heck do_. This was so he
could make out like he agrees with the opinions he would have me
believe were hers. Also, he was indicating that most people would say
that any strong, healthy young man who's perfectly capable of working
but just rests and pumps the ol' fun-meter is not too moral, even if
he doesn't have to chip in as much as a fiver for his rent or HBO or
health insurance or anything, as little as once in his life.
He also seemed protective.
When he made the tight mouth, he embellished the expression with this
semi-nervous foreboding (sp.?) foreknowing look in his eyes and
crinkled his face and raised his cheeks a tad and curled his lips an
extra drop more than people who put on that tight mouth and aren't
nervous do and with more tightness--in order to try to do an even
better job of hornswoggling me into believing that bad luck is a-
coming my way as a direct result of me going to be out my fourteenth
knucklehead job. For example, telling shoppers where the Lady's Room
is and where the Children's Department is, folding sweaters and
standing around like a bump on a log will be training me for life.
Also, that look meant that it's pretty much a matter of fact that I
need to be worrying about expenses or something like that. I quit my
job some time that month (no more than about a week and a half later),
and before that, I had quit and gotten fired from thirteen other jobs
and didn't miss a meal--nor did any bill of mine go unpaid or arrive
after its due date, but black Anne Marie can deduce when the precise
time will come that I misjudge once and for all. Because this is so, I
am at this moment, in retrospect, quite very possibly not correct for
thinking that nothing happened to me. All because some buck stuck his
penis in her mother's f*ckhole, some sh*te must have. Also, none of
the times that I quit a job did I have another job lined up--not even
in all the years since then.
I remember this like it was yesterday and it's 80-something percent
that he also made his eyes appear a drop sad in order for me to see
that I should be depressed at the moment and that I need literally the
world's biggest workingstiff to save me from myself; and with her
advice to make use of one of her lowlife jobs--what she obviously
deemed _a fate worse than death_, no less. I'm not black and so I
don't have the natural smarts to go thinking that--in my lifetime--at
no point shall Con Edison ever shut off my electricity or will I not
have to wait on bread lines as long as cargo trains … however, what I
do have--which is more than most can say--is this black loser-fool who
put fourth a life-blueprint for me and so if I have any brains at all,
I oughta take advantage of this rare luxury.
'Maybe she thinks that a young man like yourself should be working'
was meant to flip the _whole_ thing upside-down by apprising me that
she's smart and moral and that I'm stupid and amoral. I.e., that the
two of them subscribe to the theory that I was taking liberties with
my life because the action of me turning 18 and thus no longer being a
minor is PRECISELY what makes me like a 6-year-old playing hooky from
school because upon me becoming of legal age, I--by default--now have
the societal obligation to uphold the integrity of menfolk and I'm a
representative of them and must ape their lifeways and thought-
processes and that there's a tacit rule that young men can't live a
soft life and I'll be a social rebel if I do. After quitting, I would
thereby compound the above- and below-referenced transgressions via
each incident of me resting (especially out of indolence) and taking
part in rip-roaring funfests (especially kiddie stuff (comics, Hardy
Boys books, Space Invaders), decadence (clubbing (raving), 40s, lap
dances, fast women, heavy metal, galavanting, illegal drugs) and
things that appeal to lugheads (Piper's Pit, the NFL, Harley-
Davidsons, bowling, bimbos), and the most petty of frivolities (yoga
meditation, yoga poses (the lotus position, headstands), model
airplanes, my soaps, gossiping and yucking it up on the phone,
surfing), accelerating and exacerbating bad habits and bad practices
(doing whippets, my puttering routine and good ol' cigar chomping and
when I'm awake and about late late late in the night). Also, things
that mean I'm all wrapped up in myself (working on my tan, lifting
weights, polishing my Trans-Am (my one true love), shopping sprees
(clothes, jewelry)) which is why I decide to not think of my fellow
man by working in the first place. Also me getting my kicks (practical
jokes (hot foots), setting off firecrackers, shark fishing, illegal
drag racing, risky motorcycle stunts, alligator wrestling).
Our species has been in existence for 170 thousand years and in all
this time young men didn't shun hard work and so who am I to break
with such a stretch??????????????????????????????? I should bust a gut
in order to not piss on what is an estimated 69 - 110 billion graves
and I'm doing wrong by the living as well. That is, I have to live a
bad life in order to give them a big thumbs up, to tip my hat to them.
I have no right to be having a grand time while there are children
starving in Bangladesh! I don't respect humanity. I'm a blot on folk’s
work-history. I ought to show solidarity too (that would be kindly).
And, I upset the natural order of things.
In addition, he was saying that it's her prerogative to treat me like
a scoundrel if she pegs me as "amoral" via my lifestyle choices. Plus,
she can rail against me for that.
Furthermore, he was saying that I had a little bit less of a right to
not have a job all because the nigger thinks I can’t and how it
doesn’t sit well with her and that she had made the effort to voice
her disapproval.
On top of that, he was trying to make me jealous of the fellow darkie
by tricking me into thinking that I'm her intellectual inferior and so
she knows better than me about whether whatever pittance I'd be out
will make a significant difference to me either right away or years
into the future (i.e., if I sock away my pay (and not just if the few
hundred bucks is in the bank earning interest for forty-plus years,
but if I were to stuff it in my mattress)) and that I'd now forthwith
be thinking that if you give me enough rope, I'll hang myself. He was
also putting his hopes into a preconceived belief or suspicion that I
might have about how only these lucky stiffs who possess female body
parts have the right to rest and fun all the time because throughout
history women got to get looked after by men and that he'd be giving
me some more validation of this and if he's really lucky--cement it in
my mind. Thus as a secondary payoff, I'd be ashamed by my
brandspanking shiny new opinion about how I'm both stupid and amoral;
which is good since that clouds the issue and shifts my thoughts away
from what they were three seconds earlier.
You see, it's only unnecessary for those who are niggers to count my
money and to have inside knowledge about all the various ways my
fambly helps me out for them to know that I cannot afford to be
unemployed when I think I'm able to. Other things this very very very
very very very very very very very very very very very very very very
very very very very very very very very very very very very very very
very very very very very very very very very very very very very very
very very very select group who are _all_ total strangers--or at the
most--practical strangers to me have the mental capacity to perceive
is that that approximately $90 a week determines whether I can afford
to buy a nice home. Oh?, really now, I have been toying with the idea
of moving to a house in Ohio like 20-some-odd years down the road,
possibly even way sooner, so--I shall go find me a nigger now to see
if I can afford to or not and if it's a "no," I will save up my
pennies and bemoan a "Lord Jesus have mercy"; but I'll be resigned to
my fortune reading. Maybe put on a play to raise donations for poverty-
stricken families in the hopes that that'll improve my karma????? If
and when the time comes that I decide it's where I want to call home,
I'll have many hundreds of thousands of dollars more than I do now,
yet aren't I still gonna need to go up to any ol' nigger I see
anywhere and go "Yo mah brothah, would you mine tellin' meeee is I's
in a position where Ah does got da meeeans t'owns a house in da state
of OhiiiiioOOO???????" Isn't that so???
I bought an apartment three months after I quit (August 1988) at the
age of 23 and I paid $105 G in cash for it (inflation has at least
doubled since then) [i.e., no mortgage] and the amount of money that I
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_peso_. My networth actually went up in the time I was out of work
because I got the apartment for about 5-7 (maybe  grand less than
its market value.
There aren't a lot of things in said apartment that I obtained with
money I actually worked for (see Appendix B (in these photos, I saw
nothing other than my boombox, my 45-inch TV that cost $999 before tax
and delivery (I put in $200-something of a severance check I got) and
probably (but then again, maybe not) audio cassettes that I busted my
ass for)). To find things that I obtained without someone else's
generosity, I'd have to go into closets and rummage through boxes,
storage containers, drawers _et hoc genus omne_.
And all because _I_ quit to make my life so real incredibly easy and
monumentally happier, he had to intimate that Big Momma had good cause
to worry that I could be on the verge of facing all this adversity and
misfortune that will be _my_ own retarded doings. The cause: she just
happens to be way above average intellectually and so her opinion
regarding whether I can get by without a little job for a short spell
is more reliable than mine. He made a show of how he supposedly
thought I'm unable to, but not to toot his own horn, solely to lend
credence to his lie.
Also, he and Anne Marie knew that I was more than likely only planning
to be out of work for about five or six months and they might've
thought it'd only be as little as four or three months (when I used to
quit jobs in the eighties and nineties, I never planned how long I
would approximately go before looking for another job. sometimes I
might have had an inkling, but I didn't give it much thought). Like a
grand or two is gonna change my life for either better or worse. (My
game-plan was to purposely get my candyass fired so I can be on
Unemployment, but I quit instead and I stayed out of work for seven
months and I didn't apply for a job until six months later
(technically I got a job six months later, but I was fired from it
after two hours and it was the only job I applied for that month).)
Also, if she were a beautiful woman, a professional, upper-middle-
class, college educated and came from a prominent or affluent family,
he would have still defended her, but not so vehemently.
She's black and so he took such undue pity on her sad sorry ass for
twenty- or thirty-something reasons; having an income not just below
the poverty level, but also an abnormal one (i.e., compared to other
poor people), she's a have-not, needy, she was born poor and so not
only has she been poor her whole life and thus been underprivileged
and suffered for approximately a fifty-year stretch and never knew
from anything else, but she's of _peasant stock_--which is a stigma,
for coming from some stupidass rinky-dink bumblef*ck fourthworld
lowlife economically underdeveloped run-down rural backwards fifth-
rate insignificant country (Trinidad or Jamaica etc. has no high-tech
equipment) which hardly produces anybody of noteworthiness or of
wealth and because its people are poor and it's not a nice place to
live due to all the shantytowns, rural areas of commerce with peeling
paint and the dirtiness of it all and jungles and it's like living in
a former century AND her homeland combined with the fact that her
lineage is a lowly one means that she's even more of a _lowlife_,
because she works like crazy, she does manual labor, she works on her
feet, for her holding down two or three lowlife jobs and how she would
go from one right to the other and thus worked unusually long hours,
she only had an occasional day off and that was probably like about
once every eighteen days (I'd bet you a steak dinner I'm over-guessing
here. that is, any day(s) off she had was like for one out of every
eight weeks (Jamaicans work numerous jobs at once)), is uneducated,
unskilled, futureless, a good-for-nothing, she's an obese disgusting
sow, her ancestors were slaves, his people used to be repressed up
until the 1970s and from time to time, still are, she is a victim of
society (because not enough years had elapsed from the time his people
got emancipated to no longer be a relatively poor race and plus blacks
in postbellum America have been kept down (also, black immigrant
groups have to be factored into the U.S. Census Bureau's statistics of
disproportionately poor American blacks, even if they don't have their
citizenships (also you see a Haitian or Dominican, since they're here,
they all get lumped in by you))) because Jamaicans are mostly all
poor, in the 1980s blacks were still pretty much an underclass here in
America and they are worldwide, she's been the brunt of bigotry (like
getting talked down to in jive AND with a black Southern twang no
less, segregated housing, maybe turned down for a promotion at work,
she very well might've noticed shopkeepers fisheying her and security
guards following her all around stores and malls like a shadow, was
called N-word before), she's dumb like a seven-year-old, inferior
morally, lived in squalor, in her neck of the woods she was in
constant danger and living precariously (stray bullets, muggings gone
horribly awry), she was an unhappy woman (which was blatant), she's
lead a long bad stupid life and a life of need, is scraping to get by
and to such an extent that she has what the Bush Administration
euphemistically refers to as _food insecurity_1, she lived from each
paycheck to the next, God's been a-blitzing hard knocks directly unto
her ass and closest fambly members, she's a failure, a zero, she's got
the face and body of a stereotypical house maid, I'd have to say she
weighs about 300 lbs. (maybe more than that (I'm better at gaging
men's weight)?) and so she looks like sh*t, and because there was this
overall patheticness to her that you'd have to see to understand. But
without making much of a list, I will try to describe it anyway. She’s
hardened. She blames her whole lifelong peasantry, bleak future and
her past failings on society and rightly so. You just know that this
woman was the type to have lost her house in a hurricane or something
(which she had to have found sort of scary at first, but the Red Cross
came and made arrangements to provide her shelter and she was so
overwhelmed by the hospitality and she's underpriviledged anyway, so
this worked out very well for her). If it weren't for bad luck, she'd
have no luck at all.
(I am working on a new note listing all the reasons I figure that
_Misfortune_ is her middle name.)
Jamaicans or whatever the f*ck the woman is, are at more of a
disadvantage than poor people in America (a lack of colleges
[especially in her youth]), a lack of careers. things must be better
today).
These people also live fouler than poor people in most other
countries. For instance, in Jamaica, Trinidad, Barbados, back in the
1940s when she was a tot, houses--much less shacks and huts--could not
of been wired for electricity and I'm guessing they had no running
water, the ones which did, maybe had no hot water. However, in other
countries, the poor had/have better amenities.
Lastly, there's not all that much to do down there. You'd be bored.
Joel the black man mistook her for a distant relative and thought of
her as a tribal member because they're minorities.
He also took pity on her because he knew that she is of below average
intelligence and doesn't know how to lift herself out of poverty.
Also, stupid people have other problems that don't got jack crap to do
with their finances.
Besides him having taken pity on her because he knew that she grew up
poor and is struggling to make ends meet due to her having slaves as
ancestors, that made him good and mad.
Anne Marie is the embodiment of what stereotypical blacks are to the
uninitiated, and possesses some of the character flaws that are
stereotypes because they _are_ confirmed truisms. Namely, she's angry
and bitter (two stereotypes of being repressed and thus poor and the
brunt of individual people's bigotry (e.g., white-on-black hate
crimes)), bombastic, wild, loud, mean (aka "black rage"), belligerent,
poor, uneducated, unskilled labor, stupid, sassy, bossy (sassy and
bossy are two stereotypes of your typical black woman), doo-ragged,
grossly obese (a humongous rump one hardly sees on a white woman;
child-baring hips) [black females are stereotyped as way overweight
and round], a _working mother_ aka a _caregiver_; and I needn't remind
you: black women are stereotypically single parents, so this makes me
very suspicious of her not having a life-partner. Plus, she looks like
a Southern mammie, a maid, a cook, a cotton picker, a nanny, a
cleaning lady, sort of like a practical nurse (but perhaps(?) a bit
too heavy), a slave in an old movie (she'd have some speaking lines or
they would use her in the field via a wide-angle longshot and/or in
the background (I've seen _Gone With The Wind_, _Band of Angels_ and
_Song of the South_, I know). the only roles for her would be as an
extra or a bit _character actor_ eke cast-typed as a family maid or a
night cleaner), an antique clay or porcelain figurine and she's not
sexy (White America used black women who looked like her in old movies
to not encourage interracial sex, marriage, dating or white males'
lust or merely slight physical attractions to them that would not even
be acted on). Thusly, Joel suspected that I already thought either
some, most or all of these things about her and that she was giving me
much more fodder to substantiate my opinion and that she was making
his people look bad and was an embarrassment.
He felt empathy for her because it ain't easy being black. And he felt
a bond with her because of it. This bond was augmented due to them
people being few in number compared to whites and other races. He
would also have felt a bond with her if their plight hadn't occurred
to him because they're a minority group.
I was ganging up on her because white people outnumber black people 12
to 1 and so he stepped in to make the odds 12 to 2.
Also Joel would have me believe that she's a good egg and therefore
cares about me so dearly that the thought of me making a little boo-
boo in my life sent her into an uncontrollable rage and made her go
crazy--she just couldn't help. It was very nice of her to yell at me
like that. She's black and poor and can do no wrong.
The truth is that she didn't want me to have the luxury of relaxing
and to find the path to fun and to get to be in my home so often and
to live that happy of a life and to have the financial means to. So he
turned it around and told me that she cares for me and wants what's
best for me.
Another way Joel tried to make me think that this is a good woman was
by guiding me into making the leap in logic connecting (1) her being
moral with her standards of morality; by tricking me into believing
that she's of the opinion it's a social sin for a young man who's an
able body to do nothing all the time and so (2) she was yelling at me
because she wants ALL others to be as moral as her and (3) she was
also worrying about me by knowing that if within the next twenty or
twenty-one years I were to be out of work by design, this will make me
not a pretty good Joe any longer. If she--in reality--truly cared
about me, she'd've gotten glad that I quit. I care about me and to
such an extreme extent that I do so more than anyone in the history of
mankind did ever, ergo that's why I came up with the idea to quit and
made it happen about nine days later.
He knew all too well that Anne Marie XXX XXXXXX made a fool of herself
in front of at least three people (but there also were possibly other
employees and/or shoppers who could've heard)--hence he was not only
embarrassed _by_ her, but also _for_ her). (A few seconds after the
poor woman finished up with lashing out at the author of this e-mail
in that retarded and jealous fury, she got a look on her face
(especially in her eyes) that mean a brand new thought just occurred
to her. It was the realization that she was not (by any means) the
only one who'd known for a fact that she was feeling jealous, and this
had been due to what a sorry case of an open book she was. Therefore,
she looked embarrassed and then she tried to play it off as if she
actually became chipper all of a sudden (like anyone has ever before
gone from being furious and then chipper in the span of fourteen
seconds (and that's stretching it) tops (maybe it was as little as
four seconds?, I can't remember). first she was furious, then pissed,
whence she tried to delude us all she was chipper; which if she really
was, 'twould only have been about six seconds later (oh yeah like if
her husband lost their daughter's college tuition at craps, now
would've been a safe time he could lay it on her)); by taking on a
gentle and pleasant smile (and all the while STILL looking like she
was embarrassed) and voice to proclaim some sh*t about like how now
that there's a new delivery of shirts or coats or sweaters (or
something else) in that needs to be tagged or something like that,
I've decided I don't want to work any longer (another painfully
obvious action) and keeping the smile on her face for a moment after
she's done lying and widening it. (I too was embarrassed for her (and
got douche chills).) She did a bad acting job. Nobody woulda bought
that. It was also to talk to distract us from our thoughts on how she
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was more easily readable than a See Rock City sign (
http://images.google.com/images?q=see+rock+city&gbv=2&svnum=10&hl=en
). (A third-grader woulda concluded she'd made that up. She might not
even of suspected that. A few days before the shipment came, I had
asked Joel and he didn't know, so he said, "Ask Anne Marie," and
that's why I did.) We all were just standing there twiddling our
thumbs as usual; because the shipment she was talking about was
nowhere in sight, thus it was not in my thoughts.
Every time Hard Luck Woman‡ screams her stupid head off at someone,
taunts them, gets up in their bidness, flexes on them, tries to
subjugate them etc., she thus earns even more of a right to do it
again if it's to non-blacks because she's demonstrating to Joel that
she's morally inferior and is too dumb to have ever learned right from
wrong, so he has to take her side because he doesn't want her
Caucasian mark(s) to know the truth about her and because he felt
sorry for her due to him realizing that her morals and I.Q. are not up
to snuff and he thinks it's f*cked up that she has nothing going for
herself, and that it's a given that, at times, she had to have been
racially discriminated against by individuals, so he'd try to prove to
yours truly, to her and to himself that she can; in order to do her
the solid of garnering a _royal subject_ and some power for her
(kingly power and corporate power, to be exact). This was also to make
a go at flipping her peasantry completely upside-down by hopefully
setting her up as a _social overlord _ and a blueblood. That was also
him theorizing that he could re-write history by changing it so that
her third world country makes her more of a big shot (i.e., more than
the blacks born in the first world) and NOT a peasant due to the
injustices of her ancestors being enslaved by another race. All black
people born poor on account of their ancestors having been slaves or
from being oppressed othergates are, in a way, “victims.” Also, he was
protecting her from being a product of racism … or so he thought.
To re-cap, that black man theorized he was protecting her from her
pennilessness, for her not having a pot, and because she has no
status.
If some black guy in Mobile Alabama on his way to an orphanage to hand-
deliver quilts gets pulled over in his car by a state trooper, this
gives Anne Marie a little more of a right to f*ck with whites. But way
more if she breaks her leg falling down stairs.
Joel concluded that due to her coming from a really poor family and
quite possibly the poorest of the poor (such as the tots in what is
called a _shock advertisement_ or a _charity infomercial_
http://images.biafranigeriaworld.com/BNW-Carlisle-Umunna-Biafra-Children-1.jpg
), or at best--pretty dern close to it, that her being a pauper, her
not having anything going on, thems people having had less rights than
ALL other races and thus once being ninth-class citizens, still
getting the sh*t end of the stick from time to time and still being
oppressed occasionally, that since too many of his people are poor and
lower-middleclass and working-class for his taste, that due to her
future being around as black as her skin§ thus she gotta rough row to
hoe, that since they were slaves not all that long ago, and because of
how her homeland happens to be impoverished, underdeveloped, puny and
brimming with the poor, and since she doesn't have nice things2, that
all this made her like royalty and she's my Royal Highness. You see,
he wanted this ghetto princess to not only have a leg up on me, but to
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She has the right to be the most abusive to whites.
I once told Joel that a manager at a job that I had at a Wendy's used
to mess with me and that I'd answer him back some of the times, but
not all of the times and so Joel told me in an authoritative tone that
I should have answered him back all of the times. Joel thinks that I
shouldn't allow the guy at Wendy's to get away with treating me unkind
even once, but that I cannot even so much as click my teeth at black
Anne Marie when she did--not even after the umpteenth time.
In January or possibly February 1988, Joel told me that it was none of
my father's business that I was only working part-time because I'm a
grown man and I can do what I please. But Anne Marie is a black peon
and one that's a born loser, doesn't have a nickel to her name, a
blundering inefficient nothing, a blue-collar-stiff, lives a hard life
and comes from a poor family and some two-bit country where it's
impossible (for the bulk of) and at best incredibly hard for (a small
portion of) its citizens to lift themselves out of their poverty and
is a shrew, therefore it's her place to take disciplinary action with
me, abuse me with her voice, hurt my ears, to scream at me as a
_teaching tool_ to better emphasize her logic, undermine me, reprimand
me, have a temper tantrum with me, blow her stack, lecture me, shove
her opinion down my throat, purposely make a display of her anger and
disapproval and tell me off if she doesn't admire how I plan on living
my life and why. In that particular case of her yelling at me, I'm not
an old enough legal adult to be on my own time, but four months
earlier, i.e., in January, I was.
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The black lady was behaving unbelievably like a small child. Because
it's juvenile to be jealous over that, let alone insanely jealous, to
try to get even with me just for that, to be so petty, to yell over
it, to throw a temper tantrum if something gets to her, to speak with
such kidlike voice inflections and facial expressions, to phrase her
sentences specifically how she did, to be a full-fledged adult who
didn't have the wisdom to know that me, Joel and Greg and anyone else
who could have been around all would read her, and young children are
mostly the only people that don't know right from wrong. She was like
50. Maybe older. That was ALL very unbecoming of Mrs. XXX XXXXXXX.
So ... he had to turn it around. _C'est-a-dire_, to intimate that I'm
the one who's not adultish--by giving me to understand that I'm a
tabula rasa and (1) am about to unintentionally ruin my life whenas he
secretly agreed that I'd really be making it waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay (and so on) better and so too
would my potted plant and (2) I don't know that it's my gender role to
earn money or volunteer in humanitarian service programs or make a
life out of being a student, and having to have your way all the time
is a baby thing, I couldn't tell you the difference between how
grownups and children live their lives (he knew damn well that no
adult would bust their chops at XXXXX if they didn't either have to
make a living or supplement their income or save up for college etc.,
but yet he went ahead and intimated that I make the life-decisions of
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who's well into his forties by telling him that because he plays
softball, he's on the same wavelength of a nine-year-old)), I think
life is all sunshine and kitty cats--plus it’s one long rock concert,
I'm like truant from a school if I got all this time on my hands in my
early adulthood, spoiled rotten, not serious-minded and have nary a
clue what to take seriously and if someone told me what to, I'd either
peg them as incorrect or not give a f*cking f*ck one way or the other.
Also, it went without saying to him and to her that I nould be reading
Relativity: The Special and the General Theory, nor War and Peace and
that I'm probably not trying to understand String Theory. I'd be
listening to rock and rap, chasing skirts, watching NWA wrestling, The
Mod Squad and Mork & Mindy reruns, napping, kickin' it with my homies,
skateboarding. Not only was he trying to make me think I'm getting a
little long in the tooth, he was trying to make me make the leap that
such hedonism perpetrated by young males barely into adulthood is
naughty behavior which merits a spanking.
He kept intimating.
The sweet soul brother was trying to manipulate my thoughts by making
me think that due to me dropping my responsibilities at XXXXX that I
was being irresponsible even though I didn't have to chip in an I.O.U.
written out for the sum of tuupence to reimburse my father for the
$985 a month that my rent had cost him (and remember now, I'm talkin'
1980s dollars here), my utility or medical bills and even though I
used to go over to my aunt's house once a week for big bags of staples
and occasional gifts and even though she bought me subway tokens or
gave me money to buy them myself and money to pay my super,
locksmiths, barbers, for Christmas tips to hand out to the workers in
the building I live in etc. etc. and bought me everything I need
(e.g., fire escape gates, tinfoil, dog food, air-conditioners, a
stereo, film) and gave me a Visa card in A.D. December 1987 and paid
my Visa bills (in 1988, she also gave me an Amex card, but maybe that
was after the month of May?), because there's always the chance that I
might mix up the gray of (1) me fixing it so I don't have
responsibilities with me being irresponsible and (2) avoiding jobs the
same as I'd avoid a 300-lb. black man with a knife in his hand out of
laziness, no git-up-and-go, fun-mindedness, avarice, self-seekingness
(which was supposed to be confused with selfishness), a lack of
serious-mindedness, and immaturity, that this would make me falsely
conclude that I'm irresponsible because people who possess these
character flaws screw up at things they are obliged to do since they
sometimes don't put their hearts into what they're doing or don't even
try to do them at all, so I might not have the brains to know that if
I don't have to reimburse my aunt a pubic hair for my dog's vet bill,
that I'm not behaving irresponsibly--seeing that the bill gets paid
and that (3) I might think that due to the fact that since time
immemorial, that because young men have always done a lot to make sure
their family, clans, tribes etc. are provided for, to take care of
themselves, bought war bonds, shaped the world, died for their country
etc. and that since the hard work of adult males is the glue that
holds society together, I could mistakenly come to the opinion that
I've got to bust ass to help out AND to salute them, to pat them on
the back and be like Good job there fellers, _mucho gracias_, to pay
tribute to those killed off by the Black Plague and to the residents
who lost their homes in the great Chicago Fire, and to brave pioneers
who journeyed westward; thereby blazing a path for the thousands of
Americans who followed AND advancing society (don't forget that part)
and to the good and the evil and to the common foot soldier and spare
a thought for his backbreaking work, say a prayer for his wife and his
children, who burn the fires and who still till the earth, and let's
think of the humble of bi-iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirth, AND--last of all--just
for appearance sake.¶
He was hoping that I'd make the connection that since I'm a lazy fart,
a funster, and therefore overly desirous of off-time, that I must be
avaricious, and that since me looking out for myself is a self-
interest, that I'd confuse it with selfishness, from there, I'd
falsely deem myself coldhearted, remorseless and that since all these
are flaws and thought to be sins by a handful of people, I'd peg
myself a sinner and that I'd also peg myself selfish for not caring
that I'm not respecting the lifeways of men who are young and who've
got two strong arms, society's rules and people's mores.
He was trying to make me feel bad about how I don't take a masculine
approach to things.
She suffered at the hands of other races enow. It's got to stop!
It occurred to Mr. SXXXX that I was angering her at a bad place where
she's stuck at as yet another consequence of being a black victim of
society's ills and therefore it's a little worse of one to her. (But
say that it had also occurred to him that the bulk of his people
weren't affluent even before A.D. 1619 and that in Africa and in
countries that did not practice slavery of black Africans, they are
mainly all poor and lower-middleclass and always were and a lot of
their culture is straw huts and dense jungles and buck nakedness and
yet no other race got a head start on them, so this means they haven't
done as well as most and have no one to blame but themselves, well
then he would've gotten mad at me for reminding him.) To put it
differently, she wouldn't have had the job she did if not for the fact
that she is a minority that's an underclass (perhaps maybe as a young
person just starting out in life (after all, her job was an _entry
level_ one), but definitely not at a half-century of her existence),
so I was making her _black experience_ an even worse one. _C'est-a-
dire_, her getting into a tiny little squabble for ten seconds at her
job, is part of the _black experience_ because had her ancestors not
been let released from slavery as paupers, she wouldn't even be at
XXXXX in the first place.
If he hears that she got hit by a bike or something, he'd have no
thought-process about it. He ONLY--and "only" is the key word--felt
bad for her when I was thinking about how she's not smart and nice and
when I made her mad back. AND those were also the only times he EVER
considered her part of his family AND royalty. In other words, he
never contemplated that (1) they could be sort of like related to each
other, and that (2) the social class system she was born into is that
of the Tudor kings and queens, or at the very least it's one on par
with the Vanderbilt's and the Kennedy's, except for the brief seconds
during those two incidents I had with her and when I was picking his
brain about her.
The man concluded that due to the fact that GXX MXXXXXX is a tubbo,
that this brings the aging loser some more extra special rights and
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individual in her shoes (i.e., negroid, working poor, someone from the
poorest corners of the world, she works her ass down to the nub and
sleeps scant hours, for all Joel knows she'd been hurt in some
accident once before or suffered a health problem, she is scrabbling
to live) already gets to have is to an even higher degree--seeing as
though (1) piling on the pounds doesn't exactly enhance one's looks
and (2) her mass means she's in bad physical shape (for example, she
has trouble getting around; plus obesity could lead to problems like
adult diabetes, apnea, heart diseases and her cholesterol level must
be through the roof and it is more than likely she won't live to be
that elderly (in other words, most adults would say the chances of
this person dying in her 70's are likely--not unlikely)), so her
weight problem is just another thing which makes you know that it
sucks goat being her (yeah like anyone should be rewarded for piss-
poor eating habits!).
Another thing I want to touch on before I let you go is that since
blacks got associated with monkeys and gorillas, and throughout the
world, for centuries, they got called that, and since it's a myth that
they possess super-human strength and since it might be true that
(generally speaking) your black athletes are of superior footspeed, he
wanted to present the welfare mother as (1) normal, and also (2) more
than normal--i.e., he hoked it up a few times and tried to fully dupe
me into swallowing the concepts that she's way above average in
intelligence and a great soul! Thereby this filthy piece of human
sewage was doing his people proud. He barely knew her. He had no
_emotional investment_ in her. She was no one to him. If he liked her,
it was just a little and it was the same amount he liked anyone else
he associated with and was around off and on for a 3-month period. In
other words, he didn't feel fondly about her. They interacted in non-
descript ways. They didn't really _shoot the sh*t_ or nothing.
Rasputia didn't work at the store as much as most of the other workers
because she had one or two other jobs she had to be at.
There would be no reason he took her side if he wasn't defending her
honor and his honor.|| Then when you factor in that he took Alton's
side twice, well you have to be of the mind that it cannot be anything
other than racial!! And if you're not sure, try to think what else it
could be and if you come up with something, tell me when I telephone
again.
A CLOSING THOUGHT
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* 1. Greg used to complain to me that Anne Marie kept asking him to
buy her 40-cent bagels.
*2. Anne Marie spends her money (wages) on things that are necessary
to live.
NOTES
* Ghetto Defendant: Popular song sung by The Clash.
† Joel knew that I was genuinely planning on quitting my job at the
time I asked Anne Marie if I'd get my vacation pay if I quit (and I
did about a week later), yet not too long before that, he made out
like I cannot financially afford to work a few days less at my part-
time job. This is because jack-diddley-sh*t had to do with it
reflecting very poorly on some black knucklehead. If I am having a
dispute with a black, they're automatically right and I'm
automatically wrong.
‡ Hard Luck Woman: A song by the American hard rock band Kiss,
originally released on their 1976 album Rock and Roll Over.
§ Momma won't inherit any money and isn't college educated and so
she's underprivileged and she doesn't have the brains to figure out
some way of escaping her poverty.
¶ The three occasions where the super of the building I live in and
his helpers (two porters) were doing manual labor in my apartment and
my aunt had seen me just lying on my back or side in bed listening to
the radio or watching television out of laziness and funlovingness,
she either closed my bedroom door or she had ordered me to sit up and
she was a drop angry and a little less of a drop disgusted. One of the
times, she gave the explanation that it doesn't look good to be laying
down while there are people working. Maybe that time she was a drop
more disgusted than she was angry?
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