Aaahhhhhpocalypse Now!: 10 Dark Visions Headed Your Way @alternet

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First, the bad news. Things are not looking good out there. Manmade climate change has already led to widespread devastation, with more unimaginable horrors on the way. For half a generation, the United States has been immersed in futile wars that have only made the world more unsafe, and recent saber-rattling suggests more conflict is on the horizon. This country has too many guns, too many prisons and too few people holding nearly all the wealth. On top of it all, a hotheaded bully is charged with deciding when to whip out our great big missiles.

Source: Aaahhhhhpocalypse Now!: 10 Dark Visions Headed Your Way @alternet

My Black Rose

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1962 to 1965 I was in the Navy. I was in Key West most of the time and could not date Black Women.

After the Navy I went to the Detroit suburbs and soon married a white woman that my mother introduced me to. It was 14 of the worst years of my life. It was not her fault. It wasn’t my fault. I was on my way up the ladder. I became a CPA and was close to becoming a partner in a medium sized high prestige firm. I was going to parties attended by wealthy people. Going out on large boats. I had a house in a subdivision with a lake and a dock with a 16 foot sail boat named “for sail” Something was missing. Happiness.

I became a drunk and soon lost everything.

I was at a clients topless bar. I was drinking double 151 rum and coke. A fight broke out and a body went flying over my head. I ordered another double. I had a Kiwanis club meeting and so I left to pick up the neighbor and take him.

We got to the meeting and the 151 hit me. I was supposed to introduce him so I got up and forgot his name. I said, “Gentlemen, I would like you to meet, ugh ugh ugh, Who in the hell are you?” I never went back.

One morning I came to the car and there was a big dent in the car that looked like a fence post. I didn’t know how it got there. I told the wife that it happened in at the mall while I was parked. I don’t think she believed me. I didn’t care.

Ten years later I was walking down the street and remembered what happened. It was winter and snowing. I turned on a street and ended up in a barbed wire fence. I had to pull the fence post off the car. I had to move the barbed wire so that I could back out.

Another time I was traveling on a winding road. It was raining and 3 am. I went around a 90 degree turn spun out. I ended up with my rear bumper at some guy’s front porch. I had about 100 feet to get to the road. The ruts from my back tires had to be 4 inches deep.

Some how I never got a drunk driving ticket. Never got pulled over for it. I would leave my office at 11 am and go to the bar for lunch. I would leave the bat at 5pm and be home by 6pm. As soon as I hit the door I was drunk.

I went into a bar and on stage was my future wife #2. She looked like Donna Summers. She is the most beautiful women I ever knew. She was intelligent, black and beautiful. I ware a t-shirt that said, “The love of my life is My Black Beauty.” She had everything I wanted in a woman. (She also had the best damn booty I ever did see.)

Ebony was a dancer and an ex-cop.

Suddenly I went from the lily white suburbs to the mostly black hood in Detroit. My friends went from 100% white to 99% black. I found that I was suddenly happy. (I also found out that white folks don’t know how to have fun.) I felt as if I was finally with my people. (10 years later I was told by two psychics that I had a black soul in a white body. I was supposed to be a black man but I got the wrong body. Now I know what a transsexual means when they say they are a woman trapped in a man’s body. )

Many of my experiences are in the following web pages along with my philosophy. I hope you read them all and learn from them.

When I went through my first divorce I was broke. Ebony supported me for about 6 months until I got on my feet. I got a job with an accounting firm and had some clients of my own. The day I left the first wife I quit drinking to excess. I married Ebony about a year after the divorce.

My children from the first marriage learned that there is a another society. They saw the poor and found out that the poor black kids are no different than the wealthy white kids. When they were with me they were with blacks. They saw people on drugs (black and white) and learned what drugs can do to a person. They saw people eating out of garbage cans.

The divorce decree said that I could not be with the kids in the company of an unwed woman. (my girlfriend) After the wedding I had it changed to every other weekend and every other holiday. The first time the kids met my wife they really liked her. They said she was beautiful. I told them on the way home not to say anything about how good she was. If asked just say she was OK. My daughter said, “Oh mama she was so nice and beautiful.” Their mama blew a gasket.

The next visitation weekend she said they did not want to come. I took her to court.

Before she and her lawyer came in the judge, my lawyer and I another lawyer were talking. She said, “Yesterday a woman was brought before me for non payment of child support. The son had 6 months before he was 18. The husband said the support could go into a trust fund and when he was 18 it would go to the son. She said no so I had to send her to jail.”

She and her lawyer came in and the Judge asked my lawyer to talk. He told her how she would not let the kids come because they suddenly decided they did not want to come. He was quick and to the point.

Her lawyer got up and surprised everyone. He said, “Your honor I realize I am probably wrong but here is my case. She took the children to a child psychologist and this is her report.”

He gave the judge a report that said the mixed marriage was bad for them.

The judge blew a gasket and said, I don’t care what the psychologist said. She is wrong. It is not up to the children if they see their father but it is up to me. He bought a bigger house. Built a bedroom in the basement so they would each have a bedroom. You will make the children go with their father.”

If this wasn’t bad enough she added, “The next time you come before me in the matter, bring the kids and I will teach them the facts of life. If you come again bring your tooth brush because you will go to jail and your ex-husband will get custody.”

As if it was timed as soon as she said it the woman she talked about earlier was brought into the court room in shackles.

She did everything she could to turn them against me. She especially got upset when her husband complemented my wife.

We had many problems when we went to the suburbs. Restaurants would give us poor service. Whites who came in after we did would get served first. We found glass in our food. We got dirty looks.

We did get some compliments too. In the city we would be remembered when we would come back and treated well.

We were in a grocery store and a gay couple came to use. One said, “You are a beautiful couple. We are watching the acceptance of mixed couples because we feel once you are accepted we will be close behind.”

My new family had a lot of parties. These parties were fantastic. When I got married my boss, who looked like Robert Gullet, was my best man. He said his girl friend could not come so he was going to bring his wife. (They were going to get a divorce soon.) I told him that 50 of the most beautiful women would be there. He brought his wife and she messed up his evening. (Including my family only about 10 whites were there) He still said when he remarried and asked my wife and I to come that his would not be as much fun as our wedding. We didn’t leave until 5 AM and the last people left at 11 AM.

I was on the way up to my parents house about 100 miles north of the city. My wife and our nephew were with me. A cop was on the median facing the south. He turned around and came after us. The speed limit was 55 and I was doing 70. I pulled over and the cop got out.

My nephew said happily, “The cop is black. We have it made.”

I looked at him and said, “Look at me.”

He said, “Oh I forgot. We’re in trouble.”

The cop said there was a car going the other way. One of us was doing 65 and the other 70. He gave me a ticket for 65.

Ebony said, “It would have been easier for him to get the other car but since we were a mixed couple he came after us.”

I agreed.

Our son is a very intelligent young man. When he was in kindergarten he was one of two mixed children in the school. The rest were black. He was as light as me if not lighter. He came home from school and asked. “Mama, am I black or am I white?”

Mama said, “You are black.”

He put his arm next to mine and said, “If I am black, then Daddy’s black.”

My father-in-law was the wisest man I knew. (except my father) He reminded me of Lou Gossett, Jr. He looked like him, sounded like him and acted like him. He quit school in third grade to work in the coal mines and take care of his family but he was wiser than the most educated. Wisdom comes from life not school. All of the education in the world can not make a person wise. I wish I could write some of the things he said but a white man can not say it the way he did.

My mother-in-law was prejudice against whites. She would forget that I was white and say things in front of me than apologize. I told her not to worry because she was right. Many of my friends did not like whites but I was accepted. If anything was said they said I was not white. Didn’t know what I was but I wasn’t white.

My wife’s uncle (now her aunt) dressed as a woman. He took hormones to give him breasts. In his day he could convince any man that he was a woman. He did look good as a woman. When the wife met a guy she would go to his house and leave the guy with him and go downstairs and visit friends. When his hands got to the genitals there would be a scream and she would dump the guy.

Things were going good for us. I became a partner and a year later bought out my partner. I had a nice house in one of the best neighborhoods of the city.

One day a big caddie pulled up to my office. A big black man in a high priced pinstriped suit got out with a lady. They were starting a loan company and they wanted my help. The next meeting was at a motel and I met the owner of a large realty and mortgage company. They also had a letter from a prominent widow (real rich).

The banks were against them. They carried guns and including automatics.

I got into an argument with them and we broke off our dealings.

A while later I heard on the radio that there was a gunfight at a nearby motel.

The paper said that they were con artists. The reporter called me because they found my card. He did not use the interview because he was saying that they were con artists. My story was that they were actually starting a loan company.

This is the Street version that I believe.

The sons loved their mama and you did not touch her in a threatening way. Before the cops came they were told that there was a contract out on the mother and the a cop was going to be the hit man.

The cops had a warrant for a bounced check.

The cop that was killed grabbed mama’s arm and the sons started shooting.

The son I met was #1 son. He had a bad case of diabetes and when the trial came he was in a wheel chair. He died soon after. Mama and the other son’s are in prison.

One time we gave was a retirement party for my father-in-law. We rented a hall that held 200 people. The DJ broke a higher paying gig to do our party. We invited 175 people and 225 came. Our parties had all kinds of people.

My brother-in-law told me he wanted to dance with a woman. I looked and noticed an Adams Apple. I said, “You don’t want to dance with him.”

He said, “Every man out there is trying to dance with her. I want to dance with her.”

Again I said, “You do not want to dance with HIM!!”

“You mean that’s a man.”

“Yes.”

One of the most beautiful women on the dance floor was a man.

My office was in a predominately redneck suburb. I had two white tax preparers working for me and they both left at the beginning of tax season. I hired two black men and my wife came to work for me.

The next tax season business dropped in half and I lost the office and had to move into the city. I saw that I was going broke. The wife was insanely jealous. The marriage was going down hill. I did not want her and our son to go down with me so before we lost everything I signed the house over to her. I had made extra payments and in four years we cut the mortgage in half. Then the equity was probably $60,000. She had a good job that payed well. She had a lot of cash.

The funny thing is that a psychic (Who worked for me.) said that I would leave my wife on July 31. We gave no indication that we had a problem. She was right. She also made other predictions that happened. She said I had a black soul. (She was white.)

I left and went broke.

Here comes the fun. I am single and alone for the first time in 24 years. I am 45 and starting a new life again.

Angelica

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I was living in a motel and I met Angelica. She was a letter carrier. The instant we met we became friends. She was a beautiful woman. She was intelligent and I thought a wonderful person.

Sadly she had a boyfriend who was a complete asshole.

One night she came to me and she was crying. They each had their own rooms and he started bringing in another woman. She saw him with her and she was heart broken.

She said, “Lee, I need you. Willy is cheating on me and I do not know what to do.”

I thought this is my chance to win her over to me. I didn’t want her coming to me on the rebound then going back to him when he gets rid of the other girl.

I said, “Angelica, you know that I would do anything for you. You are one of my favorite people and I will always be here for you. I want to tell you to dump the bastard and come to me. It is too soon. You need to let him go. Even if he gets rid of her the odds are that he will do it again. Try to put him out of your mind. Enjoy life with out him. Do not see anyone for a while. I will be around for you to talk to. I hope we can be together but you must be sure that we will stay together. If you find someone else I will still be your friend and I will always be available for you.”

That night she wanted to stay with me. I went into the shower the next thing I knew she was in was washing my back. I turned around and saw the most beautiful medium brown body I have ever seen. All of the parts were perfect. The mountains were firm and smooth. The valleys soft to the touch. I was in love and in lust.

I dried her and carried her to the bed.

We kissed and explored each other and a voice in me said, “No, not now.”

I said, “Honey, I want to make love to you. I want to make you forget about him. But this is not the time. I will be doing you more harm than good if we do this.”

She kissed me and agreed. We held each other and went to sleep.

The next night she called me. She did not sound right. She sounded as if she was drugged.

She said, “Lee, I need you. I took some pills.”
I ran over to her room and she was laying on the bed. She was almost out and I tried to get her to tell me what she took. She said the bottle was in the garbage. I grabbed the bottle and called poison control. They told me to take her to the hospital which was 5 minutes away. I took her to the emergency room and they took her right in. I had her purse with me and gave the her insurance card and what information they had.

The nurse said, “We are not supposed to let you be with her but since you are the only one she has and I can see that you have deep feelings for her so you can stay with her. She will be OK, You saved her life.”

I asked, “What’s going to happen to her now?”

She will be taken to the Psychiatric ward of Oak View hospital. She will be there for at least 30 days for observation. I visited her 3 to 4 times a week. After the 30 days were up she was released and I picked her up. While she was in the hospital I kept her room paid for. She said she would pay me back but I said no.

She went back to the asshole.

A month later she came to me. She said she was going crazy and wanted me to see if I could get her back in. I called the hospital and they said I would have to commit her. They no longer allowed voluntary commitments.

I took her in to the hospital and signed the commitment papers. She was in to another 30 days. She was diagnosed as manic depressive. There were a couple of times in the past that I thought she might be. That was what was wrong with my fatal attraction.

I had been working 50 miles north of the city and commuting. I was getting tired. I started working 70 hours a week and the drive was getting difficult.

She got out of the hospital and went back to the same guy. I decided to move to where I was working. I went to see her before I left and her boyfriend was there. He told me he didn’t like me telling her to leave him. I told him if she kills herself because of him he will be a dead man.

Almost 3 years later I was back. A couple that I knew before said that she stabbed him and almost killed him. She is now in the state hospital for the criminally insane. She will probably never get out.

A Day in the Life of a Homeless Person.


There was a man who slept in a place like this even when it was below freezing.

I am going to tell you about a day in the life of Joe Wino. Joe is homeless and a drunk. At one time he was a successful business man. He lost his family in an auto accident. After the accident he could not function. He started to drink to make the pain of his loss go away. He soon could not function at work and got fired. Then he lost his house and found himself in the streets.

During the warm parts of the year he sleeps on park benches, in alleys, in abandoned buildings, bus stop shelters or anywhere else he can lay down and go to sleep. During the winter if the shelters are full he tries to find something inside. It may not be heated he has some blankets to help keep the cold out of his body.

All of his belongings are in a plastic bag. In the morning he gets up and heads for the garbage cans and dumpsters. He looks for bottles that he can turn in for the deposit money, food or something to drink. He likes the dumpsters behind the restaurants because they sometimes have food, especially after meal times. If he is lucky he will not have to spend money on food. That gives him more for his liquid refreshment.

Joe is at the bus stop and when the bus stops he gets on and asks if anyone can help him with bus fare. If there is a sucker he gets the fare and jumps off. He can’t do this to often because each driver remembers him and will eventually stop picking him up. When he gets enough for a cheap half pint he goes to the liquor store and buys the cheapest half pint he can find.

Some times someone will take him to get food. Then he sells it for more cheep booze. Many of those on the streets are drug addicts too. Some have lost a limb or two because of their addiction. You see them on crutches, in wheel chairs or hopping around on one leg. During the day they are downtown begging from the office workers and shoppers. If the aren’t causing problems the police look the other way.

Joe’s day is spent walking, begging, checking garbage and having an occasional nap. As night falls he starts to think about where he will sleep. He finds a place in an abandoned building. He has a bottle that he will drink until he passes out. If he is lucky he will wake up in the morning. Maybe if he is lucky he will not wake up in the morning. If it’s cold he may freeze to death. He may be killed by another homeless person or some sick killer. He may die from the cheap booze.

How lucky he is depends on his living or if his death is painless. No one will miss him. No one will care. He is a lost and forgotten soul. Maybe is he is gone someone may wonder what happened to that bum that used to beg here. Maybe one person will miss him. I may miss him.

When we go if one person realizes we are gone then we were not totally lost.

Is Trump Simply the Worst Human Being We Can Imagine? 14 Experts Weigh In @alternet

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Not only did Trump quickly become the worst president ever, he may just be the most hated person alive. No doubt, there are historians who are already willing to call Donald Trump the worst president in history. It is hard to imagine how, in such a short time, an elected president could reveal how truly bad he is; how ignorant, insensitive, mendacious, dysfunctional, self-centered, and at times borderline psychotic. But all this may add up to more than just ‘worst president.’ Trump may be the worst human being alive—the most hated person in America and throughout the world today.

Source: Is Trump Simply the Worst Human Being We Can Imagine? 14 Experts Weigh In @alternet