BLM Looting Saint Louis

Saint Louis Black Man Shot by White Police. Police acquitted.

I don’t understand BLM et al’s purpose for protest. I could be wrong, but protest is usually a means to an end. What is the end plan for BLM et al? It is not clear to me.

Black Lives Matter’s Home Page

“Black Lives Matter is a unique contribution that goes beyond extrajudicial killings of Black people by police and vigilantes…It is a tactic to (re)build the Black liberation movement.

Unique contribution? The clearest purpose I read is “to (re)build the Black Liberation Movement. So what was the Black Liberation Movement? A Google search for returns Black Liberation Army. According to Wikipedia:

“…was an underground, black nationalist militant organization that operated in the United States from 1970 to 1981. Composed largely of former Black Panthers (BPP), the organization’s program was one of armed struggle against the United States Government, and its stated goal was to “take up arms for the liberation and self-determination of black people in the United States.”[1] The BLA carried out a series of bombings, killings of police officers and drug dealers, robberies (which participants termed “expropriations”), and prison breaks.[2]

Being a pacifist, I am not happy what this research has revealed. I believe as a higher species, we should be working this stuff out without “taking up arms.” I think protesting violence with violence is dim-witted and solves nothing. Additionally, as a Mexican, who’s Native American Indian ancestors were pillaged by “whites,” I possess enough brain cells to realize there is nothing I can do to change the past, so to go on about reparations and such, to me, is whiny.

About Black Lives Matter

A chapter-based national organization working for the validity of Black life. We are working to (re)build the Black liberation movement.

Their violent intent is obvious to me by “working to re(build) the Black Liberation Movement,” which define above was militant, armed struggle, and taking up of arms. If this is as close as they can come to a purpose, I certainly don’t support them. The last thing me need is another war. If BLM, et al really wanted “extrajudicial killings of Black people by police and vigilantes”it to end, they would stop committing crime, running from police due to fright, and getting caught. Do what the policeman says! You ran because you were scared? Scared of what? Scared of getting caught, you dumbass! By running, you are admitting guilt and only complicating things for yourself.

About Me

I don’t care what color you are. Color labels are not accurate and being a creative being, I find it insulting to the brilliant world of color and creativity. When was the last time you actually saw an actual “BLACK” or “WHITE” person – white being the background color of this post and black the color of this type.

I don’t like cops, finding them arrogant. Yet, during my multiple arrests, detainments, stops, I have never evaded arrest, and followed all police orders while under their authority despite lectures, castigations, judgment! Assholes!

What Does #BlackLivesMatter Mean?

When we say Black Lives Matter, we are broadening the conversation around state violence to include all of the ways in which Black people are intentionally left powerless at the hands of the state. We are talking about the ways in which Black lives are deprived of our basic human rights and dignity.

I just can’t buy into this. I need specific examples of “basic human rights and dignity deprivations.” I feel like that just because I am reliant on federal benefits. It’s my own fault I ended up here, but I am not out trying to “get over!” How is violent protest, combined with looting and vandalism broadening the conversation, morons? How is this helping your cause?

Black Lives Matter Guiding Principles

Black Lives Matter is an ideological and political intervention in a world where Black lives are systematically and intentionally targeted for demise. It is an affirmation of Black folks’ contributions to this society, our humanity, and our resilience in the face of deadly oppression.

They list Diversity, Restorative Justice, Unapologetically Black, Globalism, Transgender Affirming, Collective Value, Black Women, Empathy, Black Families, Black Villages, Queer Affirming, Intergenerational, Loving Engagement – all of which I have not seen during their televised protests.

Like Trump coined #FakeNews, I am claiming #FakeProtest. Ultimately, I can never make them understand because, as my cousin posted: “Your resistance to something does not stop it, nor prevent it from existing.”

1. “Terrorist Organization Profile – START – National Consortium for the Study of Terrorism and Responses to Terrorism”. Start.umd.edu. 1984-03-25. Retrieved 2016-04-13.

2. Cleaver, Kathleen; Katsiaficas, George (2014). Liberation, Imagination and the Black Panther Party: A New Look at the Black Panthers and Their Legacy. Routledge. p. 12. ISBN 9781135298326.

BLM Looting Saint Louis

FERGUSON, MO – AUGUST 16: People loot the Ferguson Market and Liquor store on August 16, 2014 in Ferguson, Missouri. Several businesses were looted as police held their position nearby. Violent outbreaks have taken place almost daily in Ferguson since the shooting of Michael Brown by a Ferguson police officer on August 9. (Photo by Scott Olson/Getty Images)

 

Me

My Shame

This is my secret shame for 54 years…No Penis!

My Penis

Apparently, due to obesity, which has been my companion for 54 years. Seriously, it looks like a vagina with testicles! Doesn’t matter much cause I can barely reach it to pleasure even myself, as much as anyone else. So no matter what I am male? Female? Hermaphrodite? it doesn’t even matter now.

Because of this non-existent penis, I have always been ashamed of my own body, preferring to have sex only in the dark, remaining clothed while I serviced other men/boys. And to make matters worse, I can’t even get an erection anymore – due to diabetes? High blood pressure? Low blood pressure? Weight? I am trying to find out now through my doctor(s).

So more history on how I got so fucked up in the head…

As a school youth, I avoided showering after gym to avoid unnecessary ridicule; I was already being called “gay” and “faggot.” When I started having sex, it was mostly anonymous as a result of being high/drunk – on the beach, cruising; guys I picked up in the bar for one night stands, etc. – so there was not much concern back then, plus I had the advantage of once being aroused, able to get an erection. The detriment I carried forward was the anonymity and the addiction.

I was fortunate once, to encounter Charlie, who taught me there were people that enjoyed big guys and taught me to appreciate and probably even love myself for a short time. Once Charlie and I separated, I returned to what I knew, two-fold.

Today, unable to get an erection, I can’t even act out sexually, when the pressure gets too much, as it must involve drugs. I know because I tried at great risk to myself. I hired a prostitute, who supplied crystal meth and GHB. While he went out to secure a second guy, I was on the phone with a fourth guy. Guy four came while guy two was gone, but I could not go through with it. WTF!? Guy two returned solo, which was probably best, but still the night cost me about $500 and I still was unsatisfied.

I am honest and open about my thoughts and actions with my psychologist and psychiatrist, who have taught me one thing that has really rocked my world. When I introduced the idea that I feel female/male it was suggested that my male persona/half allowed my female persona/half to be abused sexually…Hunger/Fury. Even during my last escapade, I was oblivious to what I was doing and feel that it was grace that prevented me from going further.

Once I get the erection thing solved, I plan on advertising my fat old self to chasers who will appreciate a big guy.

Felix The Cat

Because I got high…

“I don’t care! I love it!” [Icona Pop]

I just got home from banking and grocery shopping and, well, um…

…anyway the story goes like this…

I am working on this scarf, which is part of my houndstooth stitch pattern development, and it reminds me of Felix’s Bag of Tricks pattern.

While watching an episode of Felix, I was overcome with acute nostalgia for my childhood days and just now realized my passion with color began with cartoons. And all this has bloomed into a love of music, art – what I call “Ability to Realize Talent.”

I am grateful today that I can see the beauty in life!

I think way too much importance is put on money and power.

Before I get sidetracked, I must get to the meager work I have, that only forces me deeper into debt. I am a blessing blocker.

I will get through with his help.

He has not abandoned me yet.

Ciao bello!

The truth is that my last words to the person for whom I am performing a task were a question: “Can I start this tomorrow?” She replied: “Sure…”

And then my current boyfriend [an illegal] started making noises outside, indicating he wanted to re-enter. Upon which, he began his coy moves, but I was not having it. He inched closer and I finally gave in and reached further to pick his ass up.

Now he was mine!

So we cuddled for a minute and I decided to take a few snapshots…

Sh! Don’t tell Trump. He’ll have ICE over here in a minute.

A Peanut Is Not A Nut

While “nut” is in their name, peanuts are in fact legumes.

Peanuts grow underground, as opposed to other nuts – walnuts, almonds, etc. – that grow on trees (and are sometimes referred to as “tree nuts”).

My first guess was that they might be a fruit; learned something new today.