Were taking your land, your water rights, your mines, your minds, we think little of your women, uneducated, with this paper I own all that,, the mountains too, sounds like your living in third world Africa, third world Africa, nothing third world about Africa except for slavery, the way they treat women and girls, some places not all. Hey man, our customs you’re talking about, she wants to be circumcised, can’t you see it in her face. What’s she wearing that for then, can’t you see her eyes. Wont go there, but you must love the way women and girls are so respected the world over. It’s been like this, it’s always been like this, get used to it, well have a sex change and become a woman, see how it feels to be looked up and down for starters. The world laughs aloud, it’s always been like that, men love booty, and women love giving to men. If I give it to him he might buy me a new washing machine, is that a machine for Washington, you know, to clean that polluted concrete mess, get rid of the dog shit that is always hanging around. I wish.
Custom, it used to be custom to do many horrible things, garroting for starters, been torn limb from limb, drawn and quartered, I don’t mean dawn and quarters, I mean being stretched till your limbs are pulled out of their sockets, it used to be custom. It was also custom to have a slave or three. Some of us got over customs thankfully, I don’t think those customized ever get over it, but not all of us it seems have to endure it, customs. But going back to stealing, your land, water, wealth, and women, used to be custom too. It still is, so long as you use a lawyer. The devil chuckles. Wont be chuckling for long, hell waits for him and time is close to up, a frying you will go. It happened to the red Indians of north America, now they own casino’s instead. Customs, how many families have to provide a dowry to get a daughter hitched, too many. But nothing compares to the way, the settlers in the great country stole the land of the natives. Pure theft, no other way of calling it, was no mistake either, deliberate and intentional, very well planned. There you are, imagine, little boy, wife and father, teepee on the hill, all happily sitting by the stream, a disney moment i’d say, the one you go to everyday to wash and fetch water from, since you were a child, and suddenly along comes a dude on a horse, with a posse for security, they think you might get upset with the news you see, they’d have used a counselling service if it was today, he hands you a piece of paper, tells you to leave, the stream is not yours, your attorney didn’t put in a claim on time, call the American bar they make the rules, sounds a little off to me. God certainly didn’t plan this outcome for the Indian tribes of the United States or elsewhere, and he certainly didn’t excuse it lightly. What’s in a contract, never matches your heart, your only feeding division. If you manipulate public opinion because it’s good for the developing economy, then you’re endorsing the tactics of adult Hitler and company, good for the economy too in the beginning, but not at the end of the war, can’t deny that. And the end is getting closer by the day.
Sitting on an island, chilling as they say, you see a boat in the distance, you wave as they sail towards your island, guests you assume, you prepare a party, people. Years later they own the ground you stand on, island is theirs. They encourage all and sundry to come over and stay too, actively, land of opportunity they say. They don’t tell you that they stole it all. They just worked hard at it, and the stuff they had, was all legal, they’d paper to prove it, wow, was it realty that easy, everyone should have a lawyer. Sounds familiar I’d say, even today.
In the context of today, sun and moon in sky, dow jones at record highs, women easier to get a handle on, buy them cheaper too, hour, half hour, daily rate, or weekend, and children available to those in the know, record amounts of savings, in the hands of a few, nuclear ability growing as we speak, it’s only a question of when not why, before the whole thing blows up, don’t you think. What goes up must come down, what blows up takes us with it too. As a story, the human race has not distinguished itself. They’ve acted like spoiled children, in particular the spoilt child. Want more of that, no longer want to hold that, but if we had that. What’s the army doing by the way, they could use some exercise. Take out the map chuck, there there there, oil diamonds and gold, those are the places we need to go. Have we friends over there, I’d say they need democracy, chuckle in the background, the only democracy is heaven, everyone gets equal treatment there. Years later, social minded countries, become tyrant havens, but they are our friends, and their oil is ours as they say. Local populations ignored, education not important, they never had it I hear them say, until they starve in large numbers, until they get those guns we threw away. Oops, sounds like the story of many places on the planet, and oops, we can’t use the excuse of the bible, for wanting to go visit them over there, internet I’m afraid. Investing in terror abroad is a recipe for disaster at home I’d say. But we gave them bibles, be reasonable, gave them syphilis too, diseases of all sorts, stole their native wealth, did it legally, still theft, and someone someday, is going to come looking for it all back, and most likely, they will come to get it back, to the good old U.S.A.
Imagine this, I’m on my way to my cousins wedding, the event of the year, myself and thirty relatives, drone operator, twenty something geek in silicon valley, top secret, asks his superiors, what’s that, a bus I say, has to be could be a terror group the superior says, just to be sure we better blow them up, cause the superior is having a bad day. A week later the pentagon, is that not a devilish marker by the way, used to be, makes a statement to CNN, one of our drones blew up a wedding party by mistake, apologies to all involved, and monetary compensation will be paid as well, next the weather. What if, and it’s the question no one wants the answer to, what if, those on the bus, were held in regard, by God most high, what if I say. Do you think a knowing God, is going to rest and do nothing at all. The bible tells us, we reap what we sow. Sow hatred expect the worst to happen, and this is not a warning, it’s the bible, it’s the word of God most high. I just thought I ought to make you all aware of it, the great one is very alive, and is watching us night and day. Wake up America, please, and start to make amends, before the matter is taken out of your hands. The sun and moon appearing on the sky together, numbers of biblical reference in the news, the truth undermined everywhere, pornography and technology dominate the child, don’t you think the good lord is going to do something about it, and very soon. I think so, and I’ve seen the unbelievable and so has many others too. Pour me a JD chuck, before we blow up that truck, aye aye captain, that’s an order soldier. Meanwhile, in a little tent far far away, a holyman smiles as a father enters the tent with a child, eleven years old no more, she about to be circumcised, trembles in fear. At least they sedate a horse before they castrate it. It’s purer if she feels pain, the holyman says. customs, religion is dominated by them. i think it’s time we moved a little away, from them. can’t eat meat, don’t smile on the street, pray to the west, wash the bowl before you eat, in that certain way. meanwhile, far far away
another custom is carried out I’d say, cutting off the bits around the vulva down there, oouch. Look at it this way, she could have been on the bus, customs last stand