Domestic EXCUSE

It is one of those days that the sky does not call me, but fatigue is quick to come my way. Rude people on the bus bring my pot to a boil, and I sit as the back door would not open and they barrage the driver with insults. I don't know why African Americans think that that is okay? I have lived in the world enough to know the ins and outs of African American existence AROUND ME. I see what others see, but their malady is not just explained away by me. Africa is where they will all end up. THAT is a huge part of my destiny. They will have to work it out as a race and face disgrace trying to create the world that THEY want, with NO excuses for their abuses. Mystical malady is brutal cruelty on me by this community and there will definitely be torture their way as a result. I wear my KING's ring. He heads a newly evolving and understood KKK, as a Grand Master, mastering it all today. We stay away until EVERY WORD that he says to me is sweet and there will not be a repeat on that concrete wall topped with steal, and then to the floor via my face. Domestic violence is all a crock. Female "victims" most of the time are 400% more verbally and physically abusive. This thing with Rice is a great example of a woman lashing out verbally and physically with a man in a virtual CAGE. You would not deal with a GORILLA that way. Now THAT is what happened that day. His skills are honed, neural pathways firmly created, to strike on demand and command to get glory, INSURANCE, and PAYMENT for their very short careers. I have stayed in domestic abuse shelters, but my abusers were either WOMEN who I could not strike back at (they used heinous amounts of witchery, I DO NOT) or MILITARY MATTERS. These spaces and times would handle the offenders and the very evil women and children who live in these shelters. I am here, alive today, due to Jeffery Ronald Forrest, a mercenary in the land of grand, who was just working as a union stagehand in Indy. He stopped in on me at the Salvation Army shelter in downtown Indy, across from the Murah Theater and Temple (Shriner) at just the right time and took their psychiatric, physical, and verbal throws for just being my 6'4" FRIEND who had a physical relationship with me, and though I was vulnerable and his past and present was violent, he NEVER struck me in anger. He verbalized rage ONCE, I told him to NEVER do that again (in a very firm tone), and he got into bed with me and just held me as he apologized and let me debrief a bit, but then MOVING ON to work on his computer collection again. Now THAT is Jesus Christ to me. Love, hopegod3