بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Sisters and Brothers!
So, remember I gave my HONEYCOMB HIDEOUT a three on a scale of one-five as far as being secure last night?
Well, I was visited by company security this morning at 6:30.
But he was so COOL!
I cannot overstate how surprised I was.
This is the Second time I’ve been busted and was able to tell the officer about Islam!
It’s so unexpected, I can’t help but laugh. LOL
Basically, they are so-called Negroes in America just like me
They are Black Gods With Infinite Intelligence
Aware of the Time that we are living in
(Christianity vs. Islam)
When they meet me
I get to answer all the questions they have
I don’t know what it is about Law Enforcement.
As much as I despise the position,
I have to remark how exceptionally bright they are
Compared to the everyday average Brothers I talk to.
I don’t know why.
They are making me reconsider my disdain for pigs
It’s REFRESHING being able to have such intelligent conversations.
I know right?
I’m just as surprised as you are
Anyway, I went to pickup Lulu II
I am not going to deny my relief
When I saw her still parked where I left her.
Being robbed really tests your faith.
But she was there.
So, I decided to kill some time before the library opened
And go to Waffle House
Instead of IHOP.
I had just had a cream cheese / caper sandwich
Before I got busted
So, I was NOT hungry
And was just going to get some coffee
I felt pressured to buy something
I bought something called a Hashbrown Bowl.
The Messenger (PBUH) taught us to
“Leave those old white potatoes alone.”
And, if I had thought about that I would’ve ordered differently.
I’ve always liked hash browns
And the bread on the breakfast sandwich was too thick for my taste.
I’m pretty sure it’s not wheat bread either.
I don’t eat waffles because they are half-cooked bread
Like pancakes and are very hard on the digestive system.
So, I asked what kind of cheese they use
And when the waitress answered
I should have just rolled out then and there.
“AMERICAN CHEESE” IS NOT CHEESE
“Owing to its highly mechanized (i.e., assembly line) methods of production, and additive ingredients (e.g., oils, salts, or colors), some softer varieties of processed cheese cannot legally be labeled as actual “cheese” in many countries, even those in which slightly harder varieties can be. Such products tend to be classified as “cheese food”, “cheese spread“, or “cheese product”
But, I just opted out of the cheese
And, of course, the pork sausage.
The eggs were poached and were good.
But those were not real potatoes.
I don’t know WHAT they were!
It was terrible.
I don’t see how people can eat there.
It’s about half the price of IHOP
You get what you pay for
My health is too important for me to be
Eating poor foods.
But they had a waiting list!
I am baffled at why anyone would pay good money
For such inferior quality foods.
And A LINE???!!!!!!
I can’t see myself going back
Open 24 hours
I won’t say never.
The eggs were good…
And the service was excellent.
I had the cutest little waitress.
She was so adorable.
It was so cute because she had never taken an order for
Poached Eggs Before
She was kinda stoked.
I’m the type of person who can overlook other factors
If you make me feel welcome
I like to go where I feel comfortable, naturally
She made me feel welcome
In spite of my extended stay
While I charged my laptop and phone.
She just asked if I wanted a refill on my coffee
And did not try to rush me at all.
So, I didn’t try to take unnecessary advantage of her.
It was such a beautiful morning.
It was overcast but warm and humid.
The weather here is fabulous.
There weren’t many people out
Me and Lulu just rode around.
I try to take the bike path
I made a video for Facebook
Of this massive tree
They always make me think of lynchings.
They don’t have trees like that in L.A.
I should have saved it.
Because I’m supposed to be able to upload videos
I haven’t had any success at that yet.
In Due Time.
I did get a picture tho which is just as good
We went by Armstrong Park
I saw some vendors,
Asked What Was UP
Think I would know by now.
It’s just so strange.
I always seem to find The Second Lines.
Wherever I go.
They seem to find me!
It wasn’t til later.
I was going to hang out in the park
I ended up going by Mrs. Marion’s and her grandson’s.
He was outside
I LOVE talking to him.
There are not too many people
I can talk to for more than five minutes
And Mrs. Marion is so challenging.
Nobody likes me over there
Because I don’t like devils.
So she tried to be mean to me
I’m so used to it
For some reason
I just love her.
Both of them.
He is the strongest
(mentally, spiritually [morally] and physically)
Man I know
Next to Zawji.
We agree on everything.
Especially male/female roles.
He is so Zawji’s Doppelganger.
I guess that’s why we get along so well.
He is so easy to follow.
It feels so NATURAL.
I’m Zawji’s wife.
There’s some Sister out there for him.
Mrs. Marion came outside after we had been talking for awhile and he made himself scarce so I went to talk to her.
She was hostile towards me and
asked me who do I think I am and why do I dress like I do?
In all-white and whatnot?
For some reason she asked if I thought I was everybody’s mother.
I said “Yes, I am!“
(Ma Bebies 😀 )
She said, “You not MY mother!”
Which was kinda flattering that she would even feel like she had to say that.
Of course, I’m not her mother!
But obviously she could feel how maternal I feel towards Black People.
I told her,
“I just feel like taking care of people.”
She told me
“I’m almost 89 years old. I know you. I been dealing with people over there (in The French Quarter) All My Life. It’s just an act to get people to give you money!”
That was the first time I had heard anything like that.
I mean I had met a Brother on the bus in L.A. once who thought that we, so-called Negroes in America, just become Muslims to get that “Arab Money”
(I’m not gonna post the video because Zawji knows I like Buster, and he doesn’t like him because of it. And I’m HIS WIFE, so….)
But anyway, I didn’t really know what to say to her accusations.
The defensive is always the worst position to be in, so I just let her go on.
I mean, I told her I wear my garments because I feel comfortable in them. They are like my protection. You see I wear them every day!
She said, “Where do you live? You don’t live around here, do you?“
And I told her how hard it is for me to live with people. She knows better than anyone how everybody hates me. And she reminded me she remembered when I got into it with that old goat at the museum.
She said, “Why don’t you get a job?”
And then I felt more comfortable.
Contrary to me and her grandson,
Me and Sister Marion bumped heads when it came to male/female roles.
But I’m very versed with women who share her sentiments
AND reveled in the exchange.
Steel sharpens Steel.
And Mrs. Marion is a double-edged sword.
But then so am I.
At least she wasn’t talking favorably about devils
Used to be our point of contention.
The three of us and their neighbor even discussed political issues
Like the murder of that football player recently.
To me, he’s just yet another Blackman murdered by devils
To most so-called Negroes, his murder carries more weight
Because he was famous.
So, I felt a little left out of the conversation because I wasn’t as informed as I guess I should have been on the details surrounding his murder, I guess.
Which is a rarity for ya gurl.
Unfortunately, these murders are becoming so common that I didn’t even think about adding him to my list until just now.
I don’t even remember his name.
Anyway, we talked until we ran out of things to say.
Sister Marion had gone back in the house,
Which I thought was hella cool.
Because that meant she didn’t mind leaving me alone
With her Grandson.
We heard the Second Line.
His well-trained ears picked up on it well before mine
When I asked him if he wanted to go
He said NO.
Which was completely in opposition to my well-laid plans,
But again, it’s about choices.
I could go be in a big rowdy crowd
At peace, sitting on a front porch, with a handsome, decent and intelligent Blackman.
That’s a no-brainer for me.
PEACE TRUMPS EVERYTHING!!!
And there was no telling when I would have that opportunity again.
So after Sister Marion went in, and we had exhausted all topics, there were a few minutes of comfortable silence,
He just said he was going to go watch the Saints’ game with his uncle
And bid me a good day.
It wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward or anything
I didn’t have to be the one to come up with some way to part!
The Big Easy.
That’s what I should call him.
He’s so easy to be around.
And he’s one of those Big “Scary” Blackmen
My son always says I’m attracted to
I just got on Lulu and rolled out.
I was tempted to go by the Second Line
I felt like that would have ruined the good time I had just had.
He is just as if not more disgusted at how Blackwomen carry themselves like whores as I am. And told me how they disgrace themselves to get his attention. For instance, he told me how one Sister in a short mini skirt bent over in front of him to pick something up, and basically showed him her shame just to get his attention.
I told him I wear long skirts, but I still don’t like to bend down much less bend OVER. I told him how I do it. I would have waited for him to catch up and said sweetly, “Brother, can you pick this up for me?” With the same end in mind – to get his attention but in a ladylike manner. Gently stroking his male ego at the same time.
There’s a big difference between classy and trashy.
PLUS, we would have spoken to each other breaking the ice.
I should give lessons. But that’s what this is.
That’s exactly how LADIES used to do it back in the day. They would “accidentally” drop a handkerchief or a glove and the GENTLEMAN would pick it up for her and thus would blossom a beautiful relationship.
It was demure and modest, but accomplished the mission without having to disgrace yourself. I am appalled at how far away from decency and morals we have gone as Blackwomen.
We are universal whores.
The product of 400 years of being used as the slavemaster’s bed wench.
We have no self-respect and will disgrace and abase ourselves for money or attention or a misguided attempt to win the affections of our male counterparts.
We are GODDESSES.
THE MOTHERS OF CIVILIZATION
THE ORIGINAL WOMAN
WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE THE PARADIGM FOR ALL OTHER WOMEN OF THE UNIVERSE.
THE EXAMPLE OF PURITY AND MODESTY
FOR ALL OTHER WOMEN TO EMULATE!!!
HELD IN THE HIGHEST ESTEEM
AS THE WOMAN FROM WHOM ALL NATIONS SPRUNG
BEHAVING LIKE TRASH
UP! YOU MIGHTY BLACK WOMEN!
YOU CAN ACCOMPLISH WHAT YOU WILL!!!
And that means, no matter what you’ve done in the way of indecency and immorality, you can ALWAYS reform yourself.
We both agreed that the reason the Blackwoman is in such a terrible condition is because the Blackman, who is supposed to control and PROTECT her, is more interested in pimping her. As sad and shameful as it is.
But he is also the victim of 400 years of slavery and mistreatment by the devil Caucasians and must reform himself as well. This can only successfully and permanently be done through the Divine Supreme Wisdom Teachings of The Most Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him).
You Can Read Message To The Blackman In America by clicking HERE.
He told me he saw a two-year-old, still in diapers, twerking.
I already know Allah (God) shields me from the worst of things because I’m extremely sensitive and I just can’t take it but when he told me how he hears mothers talking to their children, it brought me to tears.
Black mothers telling their little Black boys they ain’t s*#! I’m having a hard time just writing about it. How could you say that to your own flesh and blood?
Black mothers calling their little Black daughters B’s.
I don’t understand how someone could be so hateful to a Black child – ANY Black child! Not to think of YOUR OWN BLACK CHILD!!!
If I didn’t know the future, I would think we were completely and totally lost.
And that same little Black boy, whose mother said he wasn’t s*#! and wasn’t ever going to be s#*! is one day going to rule the world.
All Praise Is Due To Allah For The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him)
Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, Helped Keep Me On The Straight Path because toward the end of our conversation, I told him that one day, there were going to be Messengers asking, “Whose side are you on, America’s or the Muslims?”
He had a little difficulty with that and said something like you would hear in church and then that the question would be, “Whose side are you on God or the devils’?”
I said, “That’s the same thing. American devils or God and the Muslims?”
That idea took a little getting used to, but he’s on our side.
So, I left and went to the store and got caught up in some Saints’ traffic.
They lost, of course.
I hate to say it because it’s so sad. Everybody here LOVES the Saints but I can’t remember them ever winning. Maybe they win when I’m not following the game but if love and support could win a game, they would never lose because they love them some SAINTS in New Orleans.
But I made it through the traffic just as it started to rain.
I went to the library and charged my phone.
Started writing this and when I left it was pouring.
So, I left Lulu there and went to the HONEYCOMB HIDEOUT.
I don’t feel as secure here as I usually do.
I felt like I felt last night.
And my gut instincts are usually right.
Like they were last night.
When the heat dies down…
ALLAH IS THE BEST GUIDE AND THE BEST PLANNER.
TO HIM DO I SUBMIT.