Eternal Lover

I'm only a man.
Please forgive me.
Try as I might, for as long as I may live, I'll never be able to love you the way you deserve.

We are from different worlds.
I lack home training.
Never had a role model.
Don't believe in much other than the money in my pocket and the might of my fists.
Lived a life full of shame.
Lied to myself about it for so long I don't remember what the truth is.

Yet, here you are.
Loving me since day 1.
Comforted pains.
Wiped away tears.
Showed my that heaven is real.

I look and you and cry tears of joy and pity.
You must be in a bad place in life to love a fool like me the way you do.
I want to be Mr. Right.
Make you smile every waking moment.
Give you all the joys your presence in my life has given me.

I'll never be able to.
I'm assuming you know that.
What I will do is never make another promise.
You will know I love you.

 

Humpday Entertainment: Valentine's Edition

A day designated to honor love intrigues me.
SO it grieves me to see so many atrocities, and hypocrisies committed in loves name.
As if loves a game.
Its a shame so many could be so lame.
Taking loves name in vain for pleasure and gain.
Bringing others pain.
Making it hard for them to love again.

Let he who has not sinned cast the first stone!
I've made fool of love.
I stand not alone.
For I lived a lifetime with a heart that had no home.
It was stone.
Feeling alone I was like a dog trying to bury my bone.

Now because of love I've grown.
Time has shown that love, when it's full blown,
will take you higher than any satellites have ever flown.

I beseech you all to find love and hold on tight.
Love with your deeds and it will be enough to get the through the hardest times of your life.
The pain will still be real, and their will still be times when nothings seems to go right.
Yet, if you hold on to love, when times are their darkest, you shall have light.

Prelude to Valentine's

I don’t just love you.

I feel you in my bones.

When I think of your smile sensations pass through my whole body

Lying next to you comforts me no matter what turmoil life subjects me to.

I stare and you and reminisce

I loved you at first sight but I never expected we’d share a love like this.

Your love strengthens me, gives me courage, provides hope.

The love we make has taught me the beauty of unselfishness.

As I travel this road we call life, I never feel lost or alone.

I feel your touch on every breeze.

The birds sing with your voice

The puffs of every cloud form statues of your face.

Everything I eat and drink tastes like your kiss.

The slightest touch of any kind is orgasmic if I’m already thinking of you.

I feel like a thief.

All the joys and pleasures you have given me are undeserved.

I’m unworthy of even the blissful memories we share.

Yet you are still here.

You were made beautiful so that I would love you.

You were made naive so that you could love me.

I am made whole by your love, and wisdom.

I learn from your patience and thrive because of your forgiveness.

I’m no greater than the next man, nor any less.

Yet your love makes me the most fortunate man alive.

Pleasure Principle #1

I miss the night though it just passed.
It's hard to concentrate.
My thoughts wander to the pleasures you've given me.
There are too many to name.
What amazes me most is the pain you've endured for the sake of pleasure.
My pleasure!
It could be worse.
At least I'm no minute man.

How many times have we collapsed then waited to catch our breath before rolling into each others arms?

How many mornings have we awakened to start all over again?

I know its mean but I love making you fight yourself.

Fight me.

"Stop," you say.

"Are you sure?" I ask tenderly as I touch your weakness.

I never could tell what your response is to that. I just smile to myself as I drive you to a new height in ecstasy.

It is my duty as your lover to encourage you to allow me to show you all the pleasures that loving can provide.

I'm just thanking you for motivating me to do my job.

Needing You

It's funny that I love you like I have never loved another woman.
I'm more proud of you than anything.
I can't wait to see your face, feel your embrace, make love to your beautiful body.
Yet, when I can't get my hands on you, I do everything in my power to not think about you.
I guess that makes me a bad Lover.
Oh well I never claimed to be perfect.
We could talk on the phone, but every conversation sounds like "Whomp, whomp, whomp."
Why would I want to be reminded that the woman who owns my heart is inaccessible?

I seek distractions.
I feel like I'm in prison when I'm in the house and you are noy here.
I know you feel that when you are here I'd rather run the streets and play video games than give you attention.
I understand the conclusion, but you are not understanding me.
I need you here!
I may not give you all the attention you need nor support.
Still, I am not complete when you are too far away.

All I ever really wanted was to be able to lose myself in love like yours.
The world could stop turning and I would be fine with it as long as we are together.
So, when I can't have enough of you, I shut down.
I feel nothing, want nothing, and want to do nothing.
Every phone call becomes a dagger twisting as it pierces my organs.

Try to remember this love when I can't be everything you need.
I'm just not strong enough to be strong when we are separated.

We'll See When You're 80

How many times has this mouth angered you and then taken your body to heights you never dreamed you'd reach?

How many times have my deeds disappointed and then turn around and left you in deep euphoric sleep?

What man has ever amazed and delighted you like me?

I'm not gloating. I just wanted to remind you how good I am at some aspects of this relationship, because I know I totally suck at so many others.

It feels like years since I held you in my arms last. I fall asleep each night thinking of the times we've shared.

The good the bad the ugly.

There are so many things I could've done differently, better, much better. I could've pleased you even more, though you always say that is impossible until it happens.

Still, I didn't pay close enough to things you said, nor to how some of my actions must have made you feel. I keep having flashbacks all the things I said that I shouldn't have and all the things I didn't say that I should have. There are also the things I've done that I shouldn't have and what I didn't do that I needed to.

So many regrets. Too many.

I still don't know what it is within you that enables you to love me in spite of myself.

For this, My Love, I thank you. Thank you for taking the time to give me the love I never knew until I knew you. Thank you for being strong enough to endure the storms that are inevitable in a life like ours.

You've made me better already. I can be better still. We're just getting started.

I'll remind you when your 80.

Romantic Monday: Earthly Godess

How can I trust you to be all that you say you are.
To feel the way you say you feel.
To be loyal like you say you will?
I have never known anyone who acts the way that you do.
The way you tell it, you love me more than you love yourself.
More than I love myself.
And loyalty? I have never been loyal to anyone but myself and sometimes, unfortunately, my conscience.
Why do you do things for me that you don't do for you?
Things you know I can't do for you.
I do do what I can do.
But that's not enough to be what a man should do for a woman like you.
I don't know what to do.
I feel like I'm all stages of of evolution all at once.
I look at you and understand how even less intelligent man deduced  you were God.
And then instinct takes over.
I'm overcome with a internal need to prolong human existence and start my new life inside your womb.
Should any beast dare encroach upon the fertile lands I claim as my own he will then nourish the land he traveled to meet you.
I would tame that earth until it bears fruit whose nectar may rival yours in hearty flavor.
I would have those who worship you build a shelter for your rest, My Goddess.
I would raise my club, sword, musket, and machine gun to do war with any who commit sacriledge against thine holiness.
However, I lack faith in that which can not be proven.
I know not which charms have appealed to those who grovel before you.
They seem unaware of my stature in your kingdom.
Had you not belittled your humble servant in their eyes, perhaps they wouldn't be so bold as to challenge me openly.
You would have me believe that I make it up.
Yet I'm no fool.
I know that hearts of man.
I would kill and die for you in the same breath My Beauty.
But you doubt me.
You want me to doubt myself.
How can I have faith in you?

Sticks and Stones...: A View on the Bully Crisis

I was asked via Facebook to sign a petition. It was called "Arrest Cyber Bullies Responsible for Amanda Todd's Death." Apparently, Amanda Todd posted a YouTube video describing how horribly she was being relentlessly bullied and how the ordeal has put her in a deep depression. Then within a month she committed suicide.

At first, I thought, "Well, It's kinda heinous to bully someone to that point."

Then I thought," Suicide from being picked on?"

Then I got distracted by life and decided to come back to this later. So, here I am.

Between then and now however, I did click on the link that was displayed on my wall. It took m to a cite with details of how it all transpired and quotes from major media entities. The video was there as well. I didn't watch it though.

By the time I found the video I reached the conclusion that I wasn't going to sign it. My reasons:

1. an American's electronic signature won't hold any weight with Canadian police.
2. the bullies parents should be held accountable as well since they reared lowlifes who enjoy tormenting other human beings.
3.Amanda's parents are already suffering and I pray that they will find comfort. However, I question how well they parented their daughter since she turned out to be so helpless at the hands of bullies that it led to her taking her own life.

As far as I am concerned parenting is to blame for the bullying crisis and many others. How could anyone expect the police to handle bullies for us to. Seriously, I'm almost amused at how sad we are as a people.  Some of us don't  have enough self-esteem to be content unless we are abusing someone else. Or we are the becoming the victims who are left so alone and so powerless that we are driven to emotional meltdowns when we get pushed too far.

What happened to good old stand up for yourself. Go to your parents for help. Fight fire with fire. something, anything would've been better than what Amanda chose.

"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me." I've remembered that one since I was about 6 years old. I was also taught to defend myself and to stand up to anyone. Of course, my upbringing wasn't so great in other areas, but a bully was the least of my worries. Once they realize they have to fight you, they go seek weaker subjects.

Last week, while riding my bicycle, I passed at least six children in a two mile path who displayed physiological indications of psychotropic drug use. about half of the kids I saw were obese. Several of them showed varying degrees of social anxiety.  

Too many of us dope our kids up, feed them garbage, and allow the influences they choose to teach them whom they should be (i.e. famous personalities, undesirable friends, fictional characters, etc.)  Meanwhile we chase an individualized delusional version of the American Dream.

Gratitude

Did you ever wake up feeling exited because you knew soon the sun would rise and you will look over and enjoy gazing upon the face of someone with whom you share a love that has made life worth living.

Every pricked finger, paper cut, bloody nose, black eye, disappointment, hangover, heartbreak, not to mention defeat, rejection, and a few unmentionables. Their love makes it all worth it. 

For some this person is a parent, child, sibling or other close relative.  For others it may be a best friend, God, or a lover, a pet even. For some people all of these things can be the same person. It might even be something inanimate like money. That’s your business.

I just wanted to remind everyone to remember to do something nice for whoever, or whatever, it may be. You may have more than one. Please them all, if they are a presence in your life or in your heart that gives joy the kind of joy I felt when I awoke, I beg you to show appreciation in your actions for a significant portion of the day if you can.

Pray, text, call buy of gift, treat them to lunch, write a letter, play a song, Make unselfish love to them. Do them all at the same time if you find it at all possible. 

Just be sure you are a source of joy for them just as they are for you.

Thanks;

Supaman
 

 

Seeking God

I prayed last night. I guess it was more meditation than prayer. My life is tough right now and though I'm strong enough to take whatever, I still feel that something is not quite right.

Previous post explain my life, philosophies, and ambitions. Sadly though, I don't feel much like the person I used to think I was when I came home from prison. I guess I now understand that life is constant. Either you grow with life as it transpires or you stay the same.

I made a lot of mistakes in my life and I still make them constantly. I feel good right now though because I have a new goal to reestablish my career and I'm taking the proper steps to do so at a new job.  Before, I was the knucklehead nigga who did whatever I wanted and them pointed the finger at someone else when the consequences came. Now though, my attitude is totally different. I want the business to do well so that I may live well.

This attitude feels kind of awkward. I wrestle a little bit with knowing I'm putting myself in a position to be hated. However, I expect to obtain manager position within 2 months. I expect to GM in 18 months. This means I have to do my part by performing and insuring the store performs in all areas.

Its a simple concept, but its one that some of my coworkers don't get. I feel alone. That is why I had to stop and think real hard last night. I need strength that I can't muster on my own. My woman loves me, and tries to help, but she has her own problems. 

I didn't call on a particular deity, or perform any ritual, I just let the worries that were plaguing me drift into the atmosphere while I pondered what I had to do next. A warmth came over me as I realized that all I had to do was sincerely move more towards being Godly as best as I can. This doesn't change my dislike for institutionalized religion any, but that's a totally different subject.

Romantic Monday: A Love Letter

I just had one of those moments where I wanted to complain about my life. I wanted to revel in self-pity for a while. All things considered, I actually think I'd be justified.

However, I thought about us. I could feel you lying next to me in pail light that fills the room. It missed the whole mood up I was getting ready for.

Right now I'm thinking about the lovemaking marathons we have endured. It always feels so right when our bodies are connected. It's hard to explain the sense of peace that comes when I lose myself in the sensations of your warmth enveloping me. Oh God, what about when it gets intense and we start crushing each other in the need for more of one another. And the pillow talk that follows while we wait to recoup our strength and  start all over again.

But there is so much more to us than sex. I know you think that is all I really care about. Truth is I love you in ways I can't make sense of in words. You have reached parts of my being that I did not know were there.

You give me a reason to keep my head up when I know I'm defeated. You are my reason to be proud when all else is lost.

I'm laughing out loud right now because you give me laughter when there is no hope. In you, I find joy when all of my life is pain. And, even after you have plucked my last nerve and I'm mad enough to cuss, I can't help craving you.

Yeah, I have it pretty good as long as I have you. I have joy as long as I live because I have known you.

I love you!

God Fearing Woman

She said she loves me.
I believe her.
She's sacrificed so much for the sake of our love.
I spent most of our relationship deceiving her.
Misleading her.
Believing I was making it okay by physically pleasing her.
I pretended to be a man with a full proof plan.
It was scam.
Flem-flam.
Lying to myself and too stupid to give a damn.
What I really am, is a boy in the body of a man.
I never knew a man.
So I can't do man.
I never new discipline.
Nor self-esteem
I was made mean.
Mom and Dad were never seen.
I wasn't allowed to cry.
My emotion were put behind the scene.
She wants me to be responsible.
I find it almost impossible.
I never seen it done since I first left the hospital.
Birthday's were hurtful days.
Hated women cause needed Mommy's love in the worst way.
I only loved once.
Maybe twice.
Only one of those was treated halfway right.
Now I have this one.
She's a Christian.
I don't believe in religion.
How could God love me and subject me to such evil conditions.
She and I are so different.
She is a part of the society that condemned me to prison.
You know the type.
Go to work everyday stay home at night.
Follow a budget, go to church, always treating people nice.
I don't think I really want that life.
But I want her.
I can't lie I look at my life and look her hers and find hers is better.
But the beast inside is how I make her wetter.
And how she knows if I'm around no harm will ever get her.
I speak the truth the way I see it.
Nobody wants that although they need it.
They see we're free.
So why punish me for outwardly thinking outside the box.
It makes me crazy.
My only comfort is my lady.
To make it even better she's trying to have my baby.
Still, deep down, I know I'm not good enough.
She's everything I need.
Who knows, maybe God is showing me he loves me.

Caught Between Me and Love

I supposed most of you who read this are fans from this blogs Golden Age. So, this will be right up your alley.

I'm in a relationship with a beautiful woman. She likes her privacy so I won't say much else about her here. She is relevant to this post because its about my struggles to do well for her in this relationship.

My experiences have left me with a lot of pain and many fears. The main one being that someday I will be repaid for all the evils I committed. I have only been faithful once in my life before she came along. And that time was not do to a lack of effort to get on with other women.

I almost want to laugh when I think of all the things I've shared about relationships. I used to think I had it all figured out. Now I see that I still have a lot to learn.

The biggest mistake we can make is to think of others as a generic collective. Though there are truths which apply in a general sense, thinking about an individual and dealing with them based upon ideas born of an analysis of any subgroup is a definite way to ruin a relationship.

All men are not dogs!

All women are not controlling, nagging, manipulative bitches!

When in a relationship one must invest themselves in learning who the other person is and what that person needs from them. Then they make a rational decision as to whether or not they can be that person for the other in order to have a productive healthy relationship. Then too, we must consider whether or not the other person can be what we need.

Ooh, but then you have to know what you need!

That's where I think I went wrong. I am still struggling in my attempt to identify with the world. Deep down I'm still the hard-nosed take no shit thug I always wanted to be. Yet, I'm trying to deal with others in a manner that will enable me to grow as a person and a business man.

Caught up in my own confusion, I jumped into this relationship when I wasn't ready emotionally nor financially. Fortunately, my girlfriend loves me enough to put up with my bullshit. Which makes me feel bad because it's a very hard thing for me to have patience with her.

I don't expect to go without problems no matter who I'm with. I just want to be the best thing for her while still being true to myself--whoever I may be when the situation calls for it.

Tion

Bullies

Despite all that I've tried to accomplish in the 2 and a half years since I've been home, I find myself back at square 1 in many ways.  I've had several jobs that haven't worked out - mostly due to my being different from those I work with.

I don't like making excuses for myself because doing that makes it easier to continue to behave in ways that are detrimental to my well being. Yet, there is a reason for everything. The followers of this blog may recall several posts where I explain what my life has been like after ten years of prison and how I haven't been able to shed the skin I wore before prison.

Change has gotten a little bit easier since my girlfriend moved in. I still have a long way to go. She and I have been living together since February.   I couldn't even count all the times she has shown me the error of my ways. Many things I was never even aware of. My biggest problems have been my take no shit attitude and my need to make sure others recognize my best.

The latter can be easily corrected. I just keep my mouth shut and let things play themselves out. I'm learning that I can do my best without always getting credit or recognition. Unfortunately, I still struggle with taking shit from people.

Having been the victim of so much in my life leaves me with a chip on my shoulders. I refuse to be treated with anything less than respect and decency.  As far as I'm concerned no one has such a high station in life that they deserve to disrespect or degrade others. Unfortunately though, I have had to work a few jobs that have little structure and no rules about how employees must be treated. (Companies with real rules usually have rules about hiring ex-cons and what positions they may hold.)

Because I wanted to make more than minimum wage, I worked for a few companies that pay more, but who also treat employees like shit. I can't count the times I've had to talk myself out of responding violently to verbal abuse from different employers. Recently I was discriminated against in several ways at a job. It still bothers me that I had to walk away and not extract some form of physical retribution.

I wish someone could help me understand why I must be the bigger man when I have been wronged while the transgressors are allowed to continue to mistreat others. 

This is hard because I have been a fighter all my life. If there is anything I hate more than anything else it is bullies. The bosses who cuss, yell and name call are bullies. They do it because they can and you have to take or find another job. If you do it back to them, you will still have to find another job, in most cases.

I fell better having vented. Thanks for giving me a soap box.

Tion

Supaman Says is Moving

Yeah the title is right. My blog is moving to http://www.supamanscribes.com/supaman-says.php

Obviously you can still read the archive here. If you want to learn how I've grown and adjusted to society, or haven't, you may want to browse these archives. I don't think I will ever best the poetry and essays written here.

Romantic Monday: The Things You Do

I know not where I should begin.
For from the beginning your love has been given abundantly without end.

Your smile stole my heart, understanding and respect lured me in.
After our first hug I new we'd never be the same again.

I looked into your soul and saw a neglected needy spirit.
When I told you that, you didn't want to here it.

Unknowingly I bared my soul before you against my will.
You embraced it, cherished it, and you continue to do so still.

Remember how nervous you were before our first kiss in the tool shed?
As old as we are, we were so afraid we both almost fled.

And then we took a trip on the Train.
I knew them we would never be the same.

We consumated our love in haste.  Christening a special place.
I will never forget the joy I found when we were done and I saw the contented smile on your face.

Since then lover you have blown me away over and over to my surprise.
I've found as much pleasure in your mouth as I do between your thighs.

Never have I needed you and you not done your best to be there for me.
Despite my foolishness and ignorance you still show that you adore me.

Yes Lover, all I need in this life is you.
I will do all I can to be everything you need too.

Weekend Reflections: Keeping on Moving

I'm in a new house. I outgrew the old condo. Besides, a black ex-con wasn't exactly welcomed in that neighborhood.

I have a bigger home office now. I like the neighborhood better so far. I have a new lead on a job. The best part is I found a missing manuscript. I thought I would have to write my autobiography again from memory using the outline as a guide. That is a big weight off my shoulders.

I have several big projects in the works. A new series of Ebooks is in the works that includes self help and a how to series that will aid parents in detering their children from crime. Also I have been working on the DC Sniper's manuscript. It is a biography with poetry and art work. I knew Lee Malvo in prison. He was no more than a lost kid who fell under the influence of a madman. It could happen to anyone.

I start a new marketing project today. I will be appearing at The Cuttin Edge barber shop on Main St in Downtown Collinsville to perform poetry for the customers there. Exclusive material that I have't performed anywhere else!

Tomorrow I will be at Holy Cross Lutheran church to participate in prayer walk. I will be shedding some light on the needs of prisoners before Pastor Ed Engelbrecht leads the church members in prayer.

Then there is a meeting with Zulu Saint Louis next Saturday. A new chapter of the famous organization that is so active in so many ways throughout New Orleans is coming to Saint Louis. This is an interesting first and I'm honored to be a part of it. There has never been an expansion chapter of Zulu!

In all, I must say life is looking great from where I sit. I want better and I want more, but I can't complain. I have everything I need to get the rest of what I need as I continue to work on improving myself and changing a social system that creates it's own diseases like poverty that breeds crime.

Lastly, I have to give kudos to the woman that stole my heart. I have been looking around a long time and now I'm sure I found the one I want. I just have to figure out how to make her mine forever. This video is for her.

Always real;
Supaman Tion Terrell

Philosophy Friday: The Sweetest Love

"Every day is Christmas and every night New Years Eve!"
--Sade

It's funny how love is often found in the bedroom even when it does not exist elsewhere in a relationship. I dare venture to say we have all been there at some time or another.  Though few of us recognize when this is happening to us.

So what is love really? Physiologically, it is a chemical reaction in the brain that can be duplicated by certain drugs. None of us really care about that aspect of though do we?

When most of us think of love we think about that powerful emotion that makes us make sacrifices for others' safety, pleasure, happiness, and/or joy.

I get that kind of love and I try to give as much of it as I receive. I usually fall short. Then there are those times when I am scared out of my mind by the way I get attached to others because it is very hard for me to trust people. After all, I have been abused, neglected, mislead and abandoned by all the people in my past. Hell, trying to make friends has led to all kinds of claims and accusations against me since I've been home.

I have long known the first prerequisite of truly satisfying love is the love of one's self. If a person can't get that right they will never be able to express love to another effectively. Not unless their lover has very low expectations. This does happen a lot so some people have little to worry about I guess.

I love myself to the point that some believe I'm arrogant. I really couldn't care less.

Get it?

It isn't easy to love another human being the way they desire to be loved unless that person knows themselves well enough to be able to communicate what their needs and desires are.

Ladies, I know most of you can't wait to find a man who can do that. It's not the man's fault though. More than likely he grow up thinking he shouldn't feel certain emotions. That made him suppress a lot of the emotions that you want/need him to show you. He can't explain what he doesn't understand.

Now there is the part where we all have to be accepting of differences in other. However, that does not mean we have to put up with being miserable in order to be true to the people we love. That is the opposite of loving ourselves.

The most important factor of a healthy joyful relationship is choosing the right person to emotionally invest ourselves in. Unfortunately too many people choose the wrong person to love from the beginning. We stay with them for various reasons. Usually some form of dependency.

Most of us have been there too. In fact, some of us choose our mates as a result of neediness in the first place. We are dependent from the very start.

Are you relationships sweet, sincere, reciprocal and fulfilling?

If it isn't perhaps this should be discussed with those you love. If this can't be discussed with them, then there is probably a problem there that will never be fixed.

If this is so, I'm sorry. I pray that you will find persons to love who fulfill you in every way.

Always real:
Supaman Tion Terrell

Humpday Entertainment: The Comeback

I bet ya'll thought this no good ex-con nigger had to stay on his back didn't you.
You wanna believe I have no right to hold my head up.
Look at me and grind your teeth to the gums. Bite your nails to the cuticles. Stomp your feet.
Continue to pray that I will have a humbling experience that will teech me to stay in my place.

I welcome it.

Since I got out of prison nothing has been easy, but I haven't fallen yet.
I grow more angry and more bitter everyday.
What little seeming victories your pathetic plots amass only work out to my best interest.
Call it luck. Call it unfair, but still you can't change it.

I will not lose.

No matter what you cowards do I will not stop until my point is proven.
This ex-con will pave the way for so many after me to recognize and capitolize on our potential.
Don't call me a revolutionary.
A revolutionary is the last thing I want.

The revolution scares me!

Oppressed people will only stay down so long.
Every great society has fallen. Primarily because it became great though the oppression of it's citizens.
The oppressed classes always wake up and want there freedom.
Thus, the nation looses it's foundation.

America will be no different.

You racist ignorant bastards need not fear the excon who strives to make a way for himself by establishing myself amongst you.
You must fear the angry persons who don't have the business backround that I have.
Who haven't studied as well as I have to make themselves better after society turned them into angry, cold, heartless, criminals.

They are getting angrier.

They aren't in prison. They have guns and nothing to live for.
They feel little more than hatred and they have noone to take it out on.
You did well to turn us against each other, but you did too well.
You locked too many of us up and made most of us worse.

You will pay for this eventually.

They won't do drive by shootings on each other once they are all to poor to have anything to fight for.
Minimum wage jobs aren't enough to sustain drug addictions in poor communities.
You are cutting back on welfare too remember?
Drugs for sex won't cut it.

They will have to start robbing you opressive cretons soon.

Yeah this may give you an excuse to kill us all off via the genicidal institution you call the criminal justice system.
Who will you focus on then when you need someone to hate and blame your problems on?
Who will you look down on when everyone you look up too is openly lucking down on you as they have been in secret for so long?
Who will you hide behind when it is everyone for themselves and you get thrown to the angry vengeful wolves you have mistreated like you have treated me?

I too await my time!

Who will the government have to give simple minded taxpayers as an excuse for exploiting them?
What religion will they force on you to get you continue to allow them to lie to you?
You can't run to the police for protection when they have orders to contain you and control you along with all those you like to fancy yourself as better than.
The only thing you old fashioned bigots have in your favor is old age.

You might die before all hell breaks loose and you will be forced to see the truth.

Philosophy Friday: America's Tumor

It is what it is.