A Guiding Moon

There was a moon of glory last night that is named in the ode to Hunter.  I looked at it in the sky and found the solace with the man inside.  Light winds brought some cool, but the leaves dancing around was pumpkin sweet.  I sit in front of the TV and learn the happenings of the day, and I feel that everything is going to be okay.  Race has, once again, come to the page.  I am very much expecting people spewing hate my way, when they just won't read it properly that day.  Everyone is responsible for their own attitudes and actions.  Knowing the realities of race for white community is not racism, it is evaluation.  Speaking and behaving kind to all in vicinity, and online, takes an enormous amount of energy.  I have done this my whole life, but I have had real problems with black community listening properly, and continuing to gang up and be abusive to me.  I have plenty of reasons to hate, but I work every day to just be elite and clean with the person in front of me.  Then, there are Democrats who speak ill of me, and bring violence my, for having an intellectual view and opinion on race and community.  They have no idea what it is like to be raped by a hammer by an African American gang, and afterwards still continuing to treat African Americans with respect and compassion.  That is just a MOMENT in time in my life around African American community.  DEMOCRATS, deep down, especially in Minnesota, are actually the incredibly racist ones.  Play your games, the moon won't care.  More importantly, the stars of Egypt will continue to come my way.