بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved Brothers and Sisters!

Yesterday, I finally had the opportunity to take the New Orleans Music Tour. I first saw a flier in 2015, the first time I came here, if I’m not mistaken. In any case, the tickets were $25, which I didn’t have or couldn’t spare.

The New Orleans Public Library listed the tour as one of the Summer events. At the time, I didn’t know it was the same tour, but anything beginning with New Orleans Music is a sure shot for Love. 🙂

It rained in the early part of the day and I toyed with the idea of skipping the tour. I’m so L.A., and we’re very laid back. So, even though I really wanted to go and had been wanting to go for quite some time, it wasn’t a big deal if I got rained out.

But the rain stopped. It was still cloudy though and appeared as if any minute the Heavens might pour rain down on us yet again. But, nevertheless, I found myself packing up my sewing project, and tidying up, in preparation for an excursion.

I arrived at the meeting place – a bar on the perimeter of The French Quarter and a couple of people were outside probably of my same mind which under no circumstances would find me entering such an establishment.

They confirmed that they too, were amongst the group of musical tourists and pointed me in the direction of the ticket office in a space adjoining the rear of the bar.

As I approached, a trio of people, who clearly worked at the Library (Library personnel tend towards eccentricity) exited the ticket office, one clad with a clipboard, preparing to check off our names.

We had to Répondez S’il Vous Plaît. She checked us off one by one and noted that a majority of potential tourists opted to stay home – most likely due to the inclement weather.

Shortly thereafter, a chubby, bubbly little Sister also emerged from the office, introduced herself and invited us in for wristbands and fans.

I have been needing a fan for awhile now. I had one in L.A., as usual, but it broke before I arrived in New Orleans.

It was so ironic for me because a matching parasol and fan were a part of all of my garments and upon arriving in New Orleans I found that they are very commonplace here, whereas in L.A., I was pretty much the forerunner in that style, at least of late. It’s classic.

In the eighteen hundreds up until the 1950s, women (and men) would not think of leaving the house without some type of head covering and gloves. They protect us from the filth of this world. Add the tambourine, the parasol (or para agua) and the fan and the sum is me and New Orleans.

So, as we began the music tour, our guide carried with her a bluetooth speaker, playing music that punctuated her spiel.

She began with

Mrs. Irma Thomas – The Soul Queen of New Orleans.

I’ve never been able to afford to see her here in Nawlins, although I recently found out that she does an annual concert for Mother’s Day at one of the more well-known recreation parks and I’m pretty sure that’s free.

I was privileged to catch her act last Summer at the Santa Monica Pier Twilight Concert Series and I can say, with the exception of some of her more raunchier stuff, that I really liked her, even more so than The Queen of Soul.

We crossed “The Ramp” (Rampart Street), officially exiting The French Quarter and entering The Treme. The tour took place on a Sunday afternoon, just as the Congo Square Drum Circle was in full swing.

I felt like the biggest hypocrite because I have actually come to blows and ended up in jail over these tours and here I am on one, in the very same place.

So, when I recognized some faces in The Drum Circle I accepted their looks of contempt as something I should have expected.

I was the only so-called Negro on the tour. Our guide, was of course, Black, but she informed me later that her father was a Jew. Hence her name Malika “Goldberg,” or something equally as ludicrous.

We talked about the history of the Drum Circle, our guide swooning over it, as most people who are heavily into music do. She related the history of The Treme’ as the oldest Black neighborhood in America and the location where we were standing our ancestors (mine and hers anyway ) had been gathering in the exact same location on the same day, at the same time for about the last three hundred (300) years.

She omitted the fact that we were only corralled there in the Square, while the white devil slavemasters cavorted in The Quarter…

Moving on, she spoke at length about the famous Mardi Gras Indian Chief “Tootie” Montana. I didn’t tell her how we Black New Orleanians pronounce his name. Nor what, Black New Orleans musicians call Satchmo, about whom she talked later. I’m not telling you either, because I called 2pac by his familiar name one time on FB, now er’body and they momma calling him by it. So cheah.

She talked about the trumpet jazz pioneer, Buddy Bolden, whose statue up until that time, I had thought was Louis Armstrong. They may have just changed the plaque. White people do that kind of deceptive stuff.

She talked about Satchmo, for whom the park is named, as we stood in front of his twelve-foot-high or so statue.

She talked at length about Mahalia Jackson, whose statue is about as tall as Armstrong’s.

But she could barely even recall Sidney Bechet’s name, much less mention he has a bust sculpture. He wasn’t a part of the tour. But feel free to wave as we walk right on by him.

I was stunned. And, later when I went back (I left the tour early. I refuse to be humiliated while you sing the “praises” of the Catholic Church that still enslaves our Black people today! I’m not going to use your favorite term which is like poison every time it is uttered.

Why say, “Free People of Colour” instead of BLACK? Is there any other colour of people whose coulour necessitates the prefix of “FREE?” Is there a need to preamble Mexican, or Japanese, Chinese, Indian or even Native American with the emotionally charged precursor of the word “FREE?” I think not.

So, why insult my intelligence by inferring that there’s any other colour of people included in that descriptive terminology of yours, other than the American So-Called Negroes, and just call a Black Spade –  Black!

WE ARE BLACK AND PROUD. SO, SAY IT LOUD! BLACK BLACK BLACK BLACK BLACK BLACK!

And, stop worrying about and fearing your devil Caucasian white slavemaster, who is actually afraid of us and the power that will result from our UNITY under the all-encompassing word that applies only to the Chosen People of Allah (God) and not any other race of people – BLACK!

Back to Sidney and his snub. Now, keep in mind that every last person mentioned on this tour is

A. A native of New Orleans

B. Commemorated with some type of statue

C. A master in his/her field of music

I have read several quotes where Armstrong lavished praise on Bechet and enumerated how influential he was on his playing.

So why the diss?

The tour guide actually waved as we passed.

I was flabbergasted.

Armstrong “told me” he didn’t want any roses, he didn’t want any posies, he just wanted to make sure I wrote this.

The reason Sidney Bechet, the world class clarinet player, who was one of the founding fathers of Jazz and one of Louis Armstrong’s biggest influences, was left out of this musical tour of New Orleans, his home town, is because he didn’t like white devil Caucasian Americans.

He, like many of his musical contemporaries, moved to Paris, where I have heard from musicians, even to today that the devil Americans are much more evil than their Parisian counterparts. With the Germans closely following the devil American Caucasians.

The devils in New Orleans pamper the Black musicians who cater to them or put devils in their combo/band and are friendly – always showing their teeth and grinning, scratching their heads and dumbing down just to be “heard” as the King of the slaves on the Marsalis Plantation put it. (Wynton)

But some musicians don’t fall for the okey doke.

These musicians will be notoriously overlooked in favor of a white musician, who cannot compare to the Black one. But because the Black musician doesn’t shuck and jive for the devil’s camera, he gets no publicity (Tubad )

So cheah, I’m sending this to the tour company, In sha Allah, and The Black Press.

The Black Press won’t do anything but steal my topic and rewrite it. They should call themselves The Black Su-press. Bunch of cowards. This will be my third time but I’m not in it for the money.

That’s why it pays to have your own. Allah pays me and He is The Best of Payers. 🙂 Al Hamdulillah.

Anyway, I contributed more to the tour than I took from it. And, what I did learn was mostly bad, like the identities of people whom I know by face (and know to be coons), only to discover that they are some of the New Orleans devils’ favorite musical coons.

I was lucky enough to leave the tour right before coming upon a block of family I used to hang out with (kinda) upon my first arrival. They are definitely familiar with my animosity towards the whole tourism machine, which basically consists of devils walking, riding, cycling or driving by Blacks at play.

The only difference between us and zoo animals is that we are not in cages.

Or ARE we???

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved Sisters and Beloved Brothers!

I thought I should add a few notes, as the idea of female circumcision called (Khitaan al-Banaat in Arabic) as a GOOD THING, is most likely a completely new and foreign topic for most of you.

I first learned of the positive benefits, a few years ago, from the testimonies of women who had actually been circumcised in the proper manner and they only had positive approbations relating to the procedure and the surprisingly beneficial results.

I found an article by a female gynecologist concerning the medical benefits. (I apologize for the candor in which the doctor speaks, but medical conversation can get very detailed.)

“The secretions of the labia minora accumulate in uncircumcised women and turn rancid, so they develop an unpleasant odour which may lead to infections of the vagina or urethra. I have seen many cases of sickness caused by the lack of circumcision. 

“Circumcision reduces excessive sensitivity of the clitoris which may cause it to increase in size to 3 centimeters when aroused, which is very annoying to the husband, especially at the time of intercourse. 

“Another benefit of circumcision is that it prevents stimulation of the clitoris which makes it grow large in such a manner that it causes pain. 

“Circumcision prevents spasms of the clitoris which are a kind of inflammation.  

“Circumcision reduces excessive sexual desire.” 

You can read the entire article here.

I must add a note to those who may still not be convinced that since the devil has had control over the earth (6,000) years, he has turned us completely away from our nature, ISLAM, which is completely and absolutely one hundred per cent right and exact. But he is completely and absolutely opposed to ALLAH, ISLAM AND THE RIGHTEOUS, that he has made evil fair-seeming and righteousness a crime.

I realize that it may take some getting used to but personally, I am convinced, reinstating the process of female circumcision would rein in the sexual debauchery that seems to have overtaken the Blackwoman.

According to hadith, Prophet Muhammad of 1400 years ago (Peace be upon him) made a statement alluding to when “two circumcised parts come together…” And according to several articles, circumcision obligatory for men and strongly advised for women.

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum!

بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beautiful and Beloved Asiatic Black Family!

I made some vinegar and forgot why. Well, not really because vinegar is always good. I think I was going to make some plant essences or something.

But I googled, homeopathic uses for vinegar and found this article. It has some very useful home remedies. Enjoy! VINEGAR

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved Black Sisters and Brothers!

Life ain’t nothing but a game of Chess between the Blackman and the white devil caucasians..

Guess which piece is the most powerful? THE BLACK QUEEN!

And guess who always goes first?

The Imperialistic white devils – always trying to take over the Blackman’s earth so he can enslave the people and exploit the natural resources for his own greed.

Black people don’t think like that. But we always find ourselves having to defend ourselves, our families, our homes, land and our property against these bloodthirsty beasts.

The Bible doesn’t call them the ARCHDECEIVERS for nothing.

They come in like friends. Lie and divide the original people so they can rule us. Do not be fooled. They have a lot of our people working against their own salvation.

WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON???

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

COTTON, CORN and SWINE
But first the “big house”
And then the shack that was mine
And his and hers and hers and his…

Cotton to sell and
To make all of our clothes
Corn to eat
Which we could grind
If we chose…
And, of course, the bacon –
One pound a week.
No use in fakin’ –
About the worms
We just won’t speak!

So these were the three
That dominated the slave’s life
ADD
the heat, the overseer, the auction block, the whips and the chains
And maybe you just might
Get a clearer understanding
Of why every night
I ask ALLAH to please deliver us JUSTICE
For their plight
Which is still going on
It’s just a different fight
Open your eyes
It’s here in plain sight –
Just now he gives you A/C
But we eat the same foods
Slavery is still taking place
It’s just now she’s in the boardrooms.
Still spending her life
Serving master
She still wears his name
Still listening to pastor

Who keeps her waiting for death
While he and master
Just increase their wealth.

But her Sister is FREE
To her, the white devil does not matter
It’s just annoying to see
You making his children’s pockets fatter.
When will you wake up?
Look at the BIG PICTURE
Instead of giving the trader his money to buy you,
He gives it to you, but you’re no richer.

Everything in and on this land belongs to him
He lets you eat, ride and shop there now,
So, your money just goes right back to him.

Islam as taught by The Honourable Elijah Muhammad
(May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him)
Is the ONLY way to be FREE!
He teaches us what’s really important
And offers Salvation for you and me!

SEPARATION IS THE ONLY SOLUTION
So Allah Can Destroy the Devil
Along with all his pollution.

He will walk the earth no more.
And once again, the Blackman
Will enter Heaven’s Door.
The Earth – Our Home
Will be again as it was
Before the Devil Caucasians spilled
So much of our blood.

And not just here in America
But all over – in every nation.
And he’s still killing us
This country is just one big plantation

Where he lives in Luxury
And proudly says, “This Is All Mine.”
While all he gives us is

COTTON, CORN and SWINE

بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beautiful and Beloved Asiatic Black Brothers and Sisters!

I haven’t written on the topic of food in a while and it is so critical to our physical, mental and spiritual well-being, I thought I should write a few lines on the subject. Our Beloved Messenger, The Most Honourable and Humble Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) Taught us in HOW TO EAT TO LIVE: 

“Do not make a habit of filling your stomach with aged cheese. Eat cream cheese as much as possible, it is better for your digestive system.” 

And I bear witness. As vegetarians and as The Chosen People of Allah (God) we cannot eat just any type of food.

The Bible compares us to sheep and goats. As you know, a goat will eat anything from newspaper to an old shoe, but sheep are very particular about what they eat. As are we.

Our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) Delivered the Spiritual Message of Allah (God) to us, therefore he also had to deliver the Physical Message of Allah (God) to us that prophet Isa (Jesus) told us would protect that life and give us “More Life Abundantly.”

We do not eat meat. But a diet of small white navy bean soup, whole milk and whole-wheat bread once a day will keep us living one hundred and forty years – if we fast once a month for three days.

I’ve been homeless for awhile and I can’t cook bean soup, so I get my protein, fats and carbohydrates from cheese and sometimes boiled eggs. I love the boiled eggs, especially with New Orleans’ Zatarain’s Creole Seasonings. It’s so funny because I read Pops’ autobiography and he called them “Zatterman’s.” LOL

This seasoning is so good! They sell it in L.A., I just never tried it until I moved out here and lived with some New Orleanians and they had it. So, I tried it and it has that unmistakable New Orleans’ flavor. Do Not Get Tony’s – a cheap and inferior imitation! It doesn’t have the New Orleans’ flavor. It tastes like regular seasoning salt.

Sometimes I just sprinkle Zatarain’s on a slice of plain whole wheat bread or a wheat bagel with a little butter (or not 🙂 ) and eat it just like that but it’s really good with cream cheese too.

There is this big trend now toward using EVOO in all our cooking, and so I used that instead of the butter at first, then I remembered that our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah forever be upon him) taught us in HOW TO EAT TO LIVE that if we must have some fat, then we should take the fat from milk (butter).

My son was so adamant about HOW TO EAT TO LIVE that he would not allow me to buy oil even to fry eggs. I HAD to use butter. He also would remind me, when we went grocery shopping to ALWAYS read labels.

You know we vegetarians have very simple tastes. Our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be upon him) taught us in How To Eat To Live that “simple foods are best” and not to try and keep up with the devil and all his fancy foods. Every week he has some new food or new way of preparing new food. He warned us that you will be keeping up with him to the grave.

Don’t go walking up and down every aisle when you go shopping. Make a list! You will stumble up on some new food and wind up with the filthy poison hog on your plate. Ewww!!!!!

I haven’t figured out what it is in Creole Seasoning that gives it that distinct, incomparable New Orleans’ flavor, but I think it’s curry.

The eggs are best when I can find them still in the shells. But sometimes, you can get burned by unscrupulous shop owners. I was lucky yesterday to find some shelled but they were still fresh and without a foreign taste! And at CVS! I’m trying to put Walgreen’s out of business so you can imagine my ecstasy. I was positively rapturous! I even found a small can of small, white navy beans the other day at a local grocery store. The first can I found was too big for one serving (homeless, remember? No fridge) But these were regular sized cans. So, the point is that my diet is improving, Al Hamdulillah! I’ve been doing very well on the cheese, however, which is more accessible.

I began eating cream cheese on my wheat toast with my bean soup on the recommendation of an F.O.I. in 2009 and was amazed at how good it is!

And my digestive system LOVED it too. I just felt better overall.

When your digestive system is on point, your whole body is on point.

Our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah forever be upon him) taught us that the brain is connected to the digestive system. So, If your digestive system is functioning at full capacity, your brain, which regulates the entire body is better able to keep you in a state of homeostasis, which just means you’re cool.

But anyway, I prefer bagels to regular bread, since I can’t make my own right now. Thomas’ makes these deliciously soft 100 per cent whole wheat bagels that are fabulous and I use Philly Cream Cheese on those.

Another F.O.I. got me into buying brand name stuff instead of the store brands. They are usually better. And M.G.T. deserve the best that Allah Has to offer. And I tell you once I had just bought two packages of Philly. One was opened and the other was not, when NOPD gaffled me up and put me in with the hoes and larcenists for over two months. Do you know when I got back to the Honeycomb Hideout, the unopened package was still good???

That’s a good sign. Food that doesn’t spoil is better than foods that spoil quickly. I think it has fewer germs. Like meats spoil overnight but fruits and vegetables take a long time to spoil. Except berries. They rot in the store.

I have a soft spot in my heart for Philly anyway, just on the strength of T.S.O.P.

And please, never, ever buy orange cheese. Those cheeses have artificial color added for some reason. And American Cheese is not even cheese. It doesn’t fulfill the qualifications. The devil probably did some type of survey and found that most people prefer orange cheese to white. But think about it, my Beloved Black Brothers and Sisters. Cheese comes from milk. Milk is white. So cheese is naturally WHITE. Only Eat White Cheese and stay away from the devils’ poison foods.

Yes, butter is yellow, but that’s because it is all of the fat in milk separated from the liquid part and concentrated.

CHEESE is made from milk, so it is naturally white like everything else made from milk, i.e. yoghurt, cream cheese, cottage cheese, cream, ice cream, buttermilk and curds and whey.

Anyway, go out and get you some good PHILADELPHIA Cream Cheese, and enjoy good health, a beautiful appearance and a long life.

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum!

Your Sister,

❤ LOVE ALLAH ❤

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As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Asiatic Black Sisters and Brothers!

So Wynton’s album is dropping on Prince’s birthday. I mean, that’s when the premiere is. June 7.

Do you think W likes Prince? I think I recall him saying he doesn’t like ANY popular (“pop”) music.

I understand because I think there are many musicians who don’t listen to popular music. Miles’ wife said he used to listen to Classical music.

And I met a Brother back in the nineties who didn’t listen to radio. I was incredulous. My whole world revolved around the radio back in those days.

And we were in his car! Can you imagine not listening to the radio in the car!

I was working for a music video production company but I had my own Entertainment News Show before I started working there.

In any case, the Brother was giving me a ride to a record label where I was scheduled to interview these guys.

That day was pivotal in the direction of my life. That was the first time I experienced worlds’ colliding.

My boss didn’t want me to go. She told me once she wished she had an entertainment news program. I was young and didn’t realize she was possibly envious of me.

I also didn’t see any conflict of interest. But she wanted me to join her “girls.” Still does.

I was happy doing my own thing. But didn’t realize how powerful and dangerous the entertainment industry can be.

Anyway, when worlds collide, all kinds of stuff starts happening and we never made it.

If I knew what I know now, I might have trodded on. But I was just doing it for fun. And trodding is not fun. It’s werk!

But we plan and Allah Plans. Surely ALLAH is the BEST of PLANNERS!

I launched a lot of musical careers with my show – Cee-Lo, Black Eyed Peas, Badu and others I can’t recall it’s been so long.

But anyway, ALLAH is The Best of Planners.

M.G.T. are not supposed to work anyway. 🙂 We are FREE!!! Allah u Akbar! Al Hamdulillah!

So, I’ve always had a healthy fear of Prince.

The first time I saw him, I was maybe six or seven and the image of him naked on a white horse, with his hair done like a woman’s and his arms covering his chest like he had breasts like a woman, really CREEPED me out.

I have an innate sense of right and wrong that other people don’t seem to possess. At least not to the same degree.

Then I saw the “Automatic” video and got creeped out some more.

Then I heard “Little Red Corvette” and I realized, this man is just nasty.

But in Junior High my Best Friend was his biggest fan.

It didn’t help that their birthdays were on the same day.

I mean she used to come to school with a lace ribbon over one eye and lace gloves. Probably purple.

She used to do his dance with one leg in front of the other one, then behind, then in front then behind, across the floor and finish it off with a half-split.

I know, birds of a feather. But I still was not cool with him. Especially when “E—– City” dropped. But he was growing on me.

I mean the whole world was divided musically between him and Mikey, but I have never been one to like popular artists. I guess I’m like other musicians in that way.

When I would go to the mall with my friends, they were buying Michael Jackson posters and buttons and I bought Stymie and Mr. T.

I just cannot resist cute little Black boys. They are so adorable. Tell me you don’t wanna squeeze him.

I had a lil’ cousin when I was in High School who I used to take everywhere with me. He was about three or four and couldn’t say “ch” Which makes sense because now I am an amateur linguist and “ch” and “j” are very harsh sounds. They are almost aggressive and antagonistic. I know “ch” is not apart of our original language (Arabic) and I have heard many people say the “j” was not a part of spoken language during the time of Jesus.

In Arabic, his name is ISA. Janet Jackson named her son Isa too. After Prophet Isa (Jesus).

I believe these harsh sounds originated after the making of the devil caucasian race, who was made to shed blood and make mischief.

Anyway, he couldn’t say “l” either. Which takes a little more effort than “n” which his “l’s” ended up sounding like.

So I would often take him to Thrifty’s around the corner from my house and buy him an ice cream cone for a dime(!). I would ask him what flavour he wanted and he would invariably say, “I want brown.” LOL A little Afrocentric Brother after my own heart. 🙂

But I told him that flavour was called “Chocolate.” And he would reply, “I want SHOCKANIT.” So cute!!!

The Game was one of those irresistible little bitches too. (I haven’t forgotten our subject 😉) Let me see if I can find his baby picture.

See what I’m saying?

❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

So, last Summer, I was homeless in Santa Monica but spent the majority of my time in “The ‘Bu.”

It was only one amazing busride up the California Coast. PCH, Baby!

And I had a tap card too!?!? Pshhhh, it was on and popping! Nigga, whut!!!???

So, anyway. Like I said, I was homeless and if you’ve never been homeless. You just will never be able to understand what it’s like.

I often say that everyone should be homeless at least once in their lifetime. It teaches a resourcefulness that just cannot be learned elsewhere.

It also teaches a profound GRATEFULNESS.

Anyway, there were many nights I spent on the streets waiting for the Sun to come up. So, I figured I might as well sit at the bus stop and wait for the buses to start running. Consequently, I would be on the first bus to Malibu and would spend the entire day and sometimes the night out there.

The stars are so beautiful in The ‘Bu.

I noticed the “Drinking Gourd” is truthfully in the North.

But the skies in The Southern part of the United States are WAY better! I’m starting to recuperate from the bout of homesickness I’ve been battling. In part because I realize that this is worse.

So, I noticed an intelligent-looking Brother on the bus reading a book. And the book looked so familiar I thought it was Message To The Blackman in America by The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) and I was stunned.

I had to get a closer look. So, I looked closer and discovered it was The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) but the book was “The Fall of America.”

Everybody likes that book. They might not be ready for Message to the Blackman yet, but anybody in their right mind likes The Fall of America and How To Eat To Live too.

So, anyway, I bit.

We started rapping and he asked my name. I told him and asked his name. I found out he wasn’t in the Nation and had other books he was reading. I am pretty sure I was aware that he was Prince’s Doppelganger from the moment I saw him. But it didn’t matter to me, so I can’t say for certain.

Eventually, he got off the bus. He told me he worked at this “private” beach resort.

It’s not really private but it’s way in the cut so people can’t just pass by and see it and go there.

But the people who do go there (mostly devils or Christian foreigners) act like everything is theirs. IT ANNOYS ME TO NO END. They have the aggravating tendency to call everything, “Our.” “Our beach;” “Our music;” (jazz) “Our planet” I HATE IT! Because I KNOW and THEY KNOW that the only part of OUR PLANET that they were divinely given is the hills and cavesides of Europe – the WORST part of our planet.

But they have taken over 90 per cent of the entire Earth.

IMPERIALIST DEVILS!

Their time is up though. The Blackman is reclaiming his place and removing the devils. Hence this war that Trump is so actively trying to win. But he might as well just commit suicide. It’s Christianity vs. Islam. And THEY DON’T STAND A CHANCE. We are removing them by degrees. You don’t want to wait until The Fire to choose Islam. Trust me.

So, I didn’t spend every night on the street and it was about a month before I was on that first bus again.

But he got on and sat near me.

I don’t know what he did this time, but I ended up saying something to him again and he moved over closer to where I was seated.

Now, you know Prince is hypersexual and this doppelganger had sex oozing out of every pore.

I had to move away a little.

But I couldn’t help wondering why I kept running into him.

I don’t believe in coincidences and I have often felt pressure from people who want me to sing. So, thoughts and images of “Vanity” and “Appolonia” and Sheila ran through my head. And I thought to myself, he doesn’t seriously think I am going to be his next slut, does he?

And don’t act like Sheila’s not a slut. Krush Groove.

So, he greeted me by name and I told you I wasn’t sweating him and had completely forgotten his name.

I humbly asked him to refresh my memory.

Why did he say “MICHAEL?”

I never took that bus again.

But I can’t front.