Beyond tired as I drag myself out of bed. I nearly killed myself getting less than a few hours of sleep to write Two Presidents before I went to work. For what?! To constantly be told over and over again I am not good enough. I am not valued. I am not a valuable person not just to my employer, but to anyone?!
Last night I said, it must really be threatening to see a woman with physical strength. Because I am trying to understand why they placed such a man in my brain. I have an extremely physically demanding job.
I have no choice but to work or die. I have no choice in where I work.
There was no other reporting or news of the events that took place on 4/23/2018 or 4/24/2018. I believe much of what happened was not real – it was a trick. You have lost all credibility with me.
This re-training and re-educated I have had to endure amounts to nothing more than the worst case, series, and experience of racism I have ever seen before under the disguise of work.
Am I the only one that can see how if EVERY single black man, woman, and child, every African-American man, woman, and child – IS A VILLAN – how unbelievably damaging, harmful, beyond any gross miscarriage of justice, it is sick and disgusting.
It is not merely a matter of actors portraying villains.
There is a way they have of being able to create a quasi-emotion in my head that is not real. There is no reason for this. There is no reason someone should be in my head creating an emotion or vision that is not real.
You chose wrong when you chose sports, you have lost all credibility for me.
If it is not real, I have no reason to protect anyone.
If it is not real, I have no reason to communicate with anyone about any threats, dangers, or persons.
You have not done enough for me. Your communication sucks. Your communication is beyond lousy.
Sat = San Antonio, Texas, Riverwalk. AM = Ma. My mother is dead.
When I am correct. When I see someone and say, he is a good kid, his mother did a good job, or he is someone’s brightness and there are giggles around him. If this is real and what I see alone – you have failed to give me the smallest amount of credit, communication, and acknowledgement.
You owe me more than a coke.
A small person is unwilling to give praise, or compliments, or credit, encouragement, what is done to me on a daily basis is shameful.
Where is the outrage that I must endure this life without a man of my own?
Since, it is not real I will be going public with my writings I believed were protecting information.
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 