This is much in keeping with the ethnicity breakdown of the Republican party. There are not many people of color who are members of the Republican party.
My hope is participants will overlook my sometimes forgetting I am not white. You would think I would remember this being reminded on a daily basis by people, I am not white.
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Looks the killing was only done by Christians.
Christians killed my ancestors by the tens of millions for two reasons. One of those reasons is my ancestors were not Christians. The most important reason, however, Christians killed my ancestors so Christians could take away our homes and our lands. Rather greedy, I think.
After the killing was done, Christians sent my ancestors on death marches, such as the Trail of Tears. This happened all over Christian America. I suppose Christians came to realize slaughtering a peoples by the tens of millions is not all this Christian. So, death marches instead to avoid blame for deaths of American Indian children, women and men.
You infidel Indians are to be killed. This is God's Law.
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She always smiles for me. She cannot remember me, but she always smiles for me. I think there is an emotional memory there. Somehow she emotionally remembers I bring her friendship and fun. I make a point to visit with her at least twice a month. She will not be alive much longer. I am responsible, as a real friend, to help make her winter of life as enjoyable as possible.
Both her mind and her health could be restored with stem cell therapy. Christians will not allow this. Christians condemn her to losing her mind, then losing her life. Christians are not doing much to bring her joy during the winter of her life.
Old woman, you will lose your mind and lose your life. This is God's Law.
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I met her and her father by simply walking up to them at a car show, then striking up conversation. We quickly became friends then took to walking around to admire show cars, beautiful show cars. She cannot see those show cars, she is blind.
Her father carries a very soft towel so his girl can "touch" cars. This is a big no-no at car shows. Nonetheless, her father explains to car owners about her girl, asks permission if she can touch their cars if she is gentle and uses a clean cotton towel. None every say "no" to her. She delights in feeling the lines and contours of show cars. This is all she can do, she is blind.
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She loves all the noise, all the feeling of power and she most certainly loves going out to cruise in a hot rod parade. She would have us circle around the parade route a thousand times, if she could. But there are other cars for her to enjoy riding in.
People at car shows know us well. I make a point to walk her and her father around, make a point to ask our friends to take her and her father for a ride. None ever say "no" to them. Tell you, that girl has gone for rides in hot rods more times than I ever will in my entire life!
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Then I take her for a ride in my hot rod Corvette. This really gets her going. She is my copilot and flight engineer! She is in charge of all the special effects my husband installed in my Corvette. Laser light show, stage fog and huge flame throwers, my blind friend is in charge of all that stuff. She puts on the show for thousands of people watching us.
500 horsepower, burning a special blend jet fuel, costs me ten bucks just to start up my Corvette. This jet fuel I run is fifty dollars per gallon. We squeeze into my Corvette, with a helping hand for her, squeeze into my Corvette, buckle up, then I make her slip on sunshades so she will look cool. Makes no difference, she is blind. But we are cool!
Upon cranking and starting, my Corvette takes to shaking and bouncing like a California earthquake. Cutout exhaust is so loud we have to shout at each other to hear. Just starting up my car, she is excited enough to piddle her pants! Then we launch.
We get right out there in the middle of all that rolling heavy metal thunder. We are rolling heavy metal thunder. We are the fire which makes watchers scream in delight. At the right time, when safe, I holler at the top of my voice, "Hit the fire! Hit the fire!" She knows where the buttons are. She flips up a safety cover, presses a red button, counts to two, then releases. Boy howdy! Those big flames come shooting out right from under our doors, just front of my rear tires. All that heat on her face kinda makes her pull back then absolutely laugh so loud I can actually hear her over the thundering of my engine and cars around us.
She loves this. She is in charge. She is the rolling heavy metal thunder fire maker!
My blind friend has a type of blindness which could be cured with stem cell therapy. Christians will not allow this. She is to be blind, without choice.
You will be forever blind, little girl. This is God's Law.
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She has tattoos all up and down her body. I have enjoyed looking at all of her tattoos, even in the most private of places. She likes nibbling strawberries, sipping champagne and skinny dipping with our girl and me. Because she has tattoos, she cannot attend church. Tattoos are sinful.
She is a Christian, a devote Christian. Going to church, others sitting on pews get to looking at her, get to pointing, share gossip about her behind concealing hands. She is made uncomfortable. She is never forbidden in a church, never tossed out, she is simply made to feel so sinful, she will not go to church. She is a Christian and those in a church reject her for her tattoos.
Tattoos are sinful, you are not allowed in a house of worship. This is God's Law.
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We met through poverty. Back then, we shared a Victorian style house converted to apartments. Our girlfriends lived above us. Staircase leading up their apartment is inside this old house. Times were rough, we had not been in California long, struggling to find work, our girl was about a year old. We were just barely making it, could use help but never asked for help.
Like almost all my friends, I met those two by simply walking up to them and starting up talking. Was not long we became very close then we all lived together in a rental home of our own. We teamed together to help each other out. They needed help, we needed help, and all of us were too proud to ask for help. We pooled resources, shared expenses, shared responsibilities.
Both raised our girl, when we were off working. I did their laundry and cleaned house for them while they were off working. We became a very tight and close family. Best of all, our baby girl enjoyed a father and three moms. She still does.
Our girlfriends so want to marry each other, want to raise children of their own. I know they are the best of mothers just as I know they are deeply in love with each other, have been for decades. They always wanted my husband to father children for them, but this is not to happen. They are not allowed to be "parents" and if should something happen to one of them, the other would lose custody of "her" child not biologically her own.
I would be proud, so very proud to have my husband impregnate those two. However, these days they are too old; a risk of birth defects is far too high. They are responsible, they are not willing to take a risk on inflicting harm upon a child simply because of their wants.
They cannot marry each other. They cannot be parents. They are lesbians.
You are lesbians. You may not marry nor have children. This is God's Law.
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Sometimes I forget I am not white. Sometimes I forget I am not a Christian. Sometimes I forget my proper place in life. I do hope you Christians will overlook my forgetful nature. I do not deliberately forget my place in life, even though I reminded on a daily basis I am not white, I am not a Christian. I know my proper place, know where I belong according to Christians. I just slipup now and then, and forget. I am becoming age addled after all these years.
I am comforted to know Christians still maintain their tyrannical iron fist grip on America. I am comforted to know Christians are overseeing every aspect of my life, and the lives of my loved ones. Certainly a blessing Christians are laying down the law on morals and behaviors. I would be lost in life, would not know how to live, if not for our American Christian theocracy.
You are to obey the word of Christians. This is God's Law.
