Tangents, dissecting...then the puzzling begins. We are innate human puzzlers. Sometimes I just wish my mind would shut down...and shut the fuck up, if just for a little while. Fall into a thoughtless, blissful slumber. Ummm! But my time is short just like all of my human companions. And we must make and take the best of it! Yao Ming? This was on my mind and it took on its own volition so I just let my mind take a well needed shit, and now I'm sending the shit to you. Yah heard may? And you will not even have to clean the screen after reading it. And that...is a Beautiful thang! Oh, yes it is. Check it out, My Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs...
Tangents
People think they do things on their own. They avow, “I did this by myself! Built this business up with my bare hands! Blood, sweat and tears!” Niggah pu-leeze! Narcissistic rhetoric for sure! Best believe that shit! How did you get that job? It took someone to believe in you and hire you. Then it took someone else to hire them for their given position to be hiring you. And on and on it goes on up to the CEO. The board of directors hired that mah fuckah or that mah fuckah is the sole owner and he only has his position because a bank loaned him the money to start the business. And the bank was only able to do just that because of the many people who have savings, checking, IRAs…in that given banking institution. Nothing on this earth is done by oneself. People need people or nothing would get done, nor would anyone have a goddamned thing to brag about that they ill perceived have acquired solely.
People talk about they are an excellent driver. “I have never had an accident or ticket!” They avow proudly. Are you really mah fuckah or are you just a little too full of yourself to see the real deal going on all around you to make that little statement possible? Did you not notice that to make that possible the other drivers around yo ass somehow stay in their given lanes and all it would take is for one to swerve or brake unexpectedly…then your ass would be saying, “I only had one accident in my life.” It isn’t you solely who has made that possible. You ever been driving on the interstate and get side by side with a sixteen wheeler? And the only thing your ass sees when you look over are axles and wheels and all that mah fuckah needs to do is to start coming over and that ass is grass! Yao Ming? But somehow that mah fuckah keeps it together between the lines. You see we all work together to make the smallest things we take for granted possible.
“This is my house!” Haven’t you heard that shit! They say that they bought it so it is their possession but I didn’t see them building that mah fuckah. Moreover, don’t pay property taxes on that bitch for about five years and see what happens. “Well you have to pay property taxes that’s the law!” But it’s your house, so you said! “That’s just the way it is!” Shit I don’t have to pay wearing taxes on this shirt, pants or shoes I've adorned. You see, you own the house, mah fuckahs will give you that, but that property which that home sits upon will forever be owned by local, state and federal entities; ergo property taxes because you don’t own the property, only the home, the property you are leasing and that lease is good as long as your ass pays the taxes on the property. Oh, they’ll let you own a car on your own because a car ain’t worth shit if you can’t drive the damn thing; hence, tags. As long as you plate that mah fuckah to pay the taxes to be able to drive your vehicle on our streets and highways, you are good to go. And don’t your ass dare park that piece of shit on the street without plates or plates that are expired. Oh, sure, it’s your ride but it is sitting on our streets illegally; ergo, we gonna tow your possession and keep it until it is properly plated or sale your vehicle without your sanction because it is ours now because it was setting on our property, an inanimate trespasser which we must arrest.
Get behind on federal taxes and those mah fuckahs will come take “Your” home, car, television, rare books…so as you can see, you don’t own shit! Everything you buy is conditional. Sometimes take your husband and wife given that you both were co-conspirators of tax evasion. Then try to take your children and give them to family members or place them in the system. Or take your children because they deem you negligent, an ill parent. So, as you see everything is conditional and you don’t do anything by yourself because of said conditions put into place by the elite to keep the slaves from trying to break free from enslavement. Keeping your ass in check clandestinely. But we don’t see this transparent reality and that is the beauty of this ruse. Unspoken conditions which we abide by like the good slaves that we are.
In another event, I was looking at Newt Gingrich on Meet the Press one day with Tim Russert. Gingrich as usual, talkin shit! And he said something that I would have taxed his ass if I was Russert. Russert asked, “Do you think that you were wrong for trying to impeach former president Bill Clinton for what he did?” Gingrich responded, “Tim, I’ve been divorced two times…” Whah! Whah mah fuckah! Stop the fuck right there! But let me continue because this was priceless what he said subsequently, “…and during those times, I was deposed. And I had to tell the truth. He lied in front of a federal judge. A federal judge! That is something I and the American people just couldn’t stand for.” And if I was old Russert, I would have said, “You’re a very religious man Former Mister Speaker aren’t you?” And I’m sure old Gingrich would have taken the bait hook, line and sinker. I can see him now, “Of course I am and that’s why I had to do what I did.” Then I would have asked him so calmly, showing him nothing, not letting him see what I was setting him up for, “And you would agree that a federal judge is not higher or isn’t on the level of God?” And he probably would have a good time telling me how ridiculous that question was, because now he is in a no win situation because he has to be on the side of God, his constituents would eat that mah fuckah alive and his career would be done son. And after which I would ask him with finality, “So you took vows, promises, oaths in front of man and most importantly God, to be wed through sickness and in health…til death due us part. You lied in front of God, not just once but twice and you sit here and try to tell me how you had to try to impeach a man for a stain on a dress?” You’re done son! The mah fuckah would have been babbling his ass off! Where are the true hard news reporters anymore? Please tell a niggah! All died along with real news. We just stuck with bullshit now. Fluff and stuff! That’s what they should call the news now, “Today on Fluff and Stuff…” Anyway.
Let me tell you something My Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs. When the real truth starts revealing itself about this life, it’s gonna be so ugly. Revolts, chaos and disorder will blanket this earth. But it will be so Beautiful! An ugly Beautiful mess! I just hope I live long enough to witness it. My battle cry when the plethora of the walls of lies start crumbling down, brick by sorry ass brick, will be, “Get some you! Get some!” And that…will be a Beautiful thang! Oh, yes it will!
Meredith Singleton Circa 2000
Peace! More to come...
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