Let's Just Call This: An Ode to PANAMA DAVE

I've got a bit of a fire in my bum, over basically, the same old, same old.

This is old news, though ties in with Trump calling to, "execute drug dealers."  Jesus Christ!  Surely NOT, doctors on the pharmaceutical corps dole.  Nor the pharmaceutical companies! This phucking guy. Really.

The rapper Bobby Shmurda.

Young Bobby put himself in the limelight, with his hit song, from a few years ago, Hot N***a (below).  Take a listen.  This was deemed incriminating, and as such, search warrants issued, and I believe he was finally popped on weapons charges, and is currently serving 7 yrs.

Now, I'm not saying what young bobby was involved with and or doing was or is acceptable behavior, I merely am about to point out the INCONSISTENCY within our SYNagogue of satan, (aka the legal system).

Which brings us to the now infamous John Skippy podesta recording (I refuse to listen, but it is below).

Here's my beef.

HOW THE FUCK IS THIS GUY NOT STRUNG UP, MUSSOLINI STYLE, with his corpse, and memory being desecrated along w the alefantis', and Peter Sculleys' (of destruction of daisy, "fame,") of the world, but Bobby shmurda is imprisoned?

I'm going to end this with something I've learned from my life, which is what I base everything on.  I know I've shared a dozen times, that my life has taken me from being pretty financially well off, to living in the actual gutter, to here, where I am now, right in the middle (and in that order).

I've hung out with gang bangers, the Bobby shmurda's of the world.  The person mentioned in this title, Panama Dave was someone ALL within the establishment would fear, hunt, etc., then and probably to this day. Yet, he took me in when I was a homeless CHILD of 16 or 17.  He never tried to sex me.  Rather, he cared, clothed, fed, housed and even protected me. And yes, he was the first person I ever knew who had a chest riddled with bullet wound scars (and he would flash it, every chance he got,  always with a dance, to share his stories of how he got them, lol. True story).  He had a younger sister who lived with him too. Maybe I reminded him of her, non lo so.  All he ever wanted in return was my friendship.

BUT, and to my point, ON PAPER, he was, to, "the man," a Bobby Shmurda.  Probably and in all likelihood, worse, but, honestly, he was a good, good man.  One who would most certainly be on Trump's current, desired hit list.

MEANWHILE, just as back then and as is now, we will have the well dressed, white collar, LEGALLY raking in a minimum of $100g + a yr - pedophiles, toddler snuff commissioning, infant, toddler and child raping, ASSHOLES who will continue to WALK?!?!?! And, walk amongst us!  ON WHAT FUCKING PLANET?  NOT MINE.

People, the only hope I cling to is that, if ALL the prophecies are true, then, our time is nigh. Godwilling.

IN PEACE

PS. To Panama, I don't think I ever had the chance, or mind, to say - thank you.  I wish many blessings upon you and your sister.

PPS. Here's a palette cleanser for those who clicked on the podesta video (the devil's advocate brought me to this song).

GODBLESS

Hoopla Surrounding the Charities: TRUST NO ONE

I, for one am not surprised by what's coming out right now about the different charities, and their abuse of, "power." The taking advantage of others, the sex - with children and or adults.  It's despicable, but not a surprise to me at all.   I had spent time on the street, as you know.

Actually, let me share something I learned back then, and mind you, I grew up with a mother who was often at the head of and or a founder of various charities. (and I love her, God rest her soul, but she was a hypocrite of the highest degree, and she knows it).

Few charities, few richies, ever helped when I was on the street.  This may seem and sound arrogant of me, but, I used to call that experience, my, "Christ-like experiment," for it showed you, who really helps those in need, and who doesn't.

Those who helped, without ever wanting anything in return, were always the downtrodden; the five dollar hookers, the other poor, the illegals, and even the drug dealers. They'd give us food, (not drugged), have their friends put us up in their hotels (the Indians), share money, etc..  The richies, would walk by and say I should have my kids ripped from me, and call the cops, (little did they know, the cops and I were on friendly terms, so...).  They never shared, never bought us food, or a place to stay.

Anyway, what really gets me the most about this whole charity thing, is that, even worse than these men using these people as basically, a tissue, (to shoot their sperm into), how many of these people, BELIEVED that maybe, commitment, marriage, would be in the cards for them?  Can you imagine?  How flipping hurtful.  Seriously.

This brings me to a recent show that was on TLC, called, 90 Day Fiance (my husband is an addict).  I tried watching this with the husband, but was made SO UNCOMFORTABLE, by a character, in Haiti, who seemed to, and was likely, just such a person (using these people as nothing more than tissues), I said something to the husband, something along the lines of, "what do you want to bet he's a clinton foundation or from some other charity down there to, "help."" The husband noted, as the series progressed, it was clear that this character, dropped/moved on from this girl, because she, "got a bit too old for his tastes." SPECULATION on both of our parts, yes, however, usually, when my gut radar goes off, it's usually right.

Check out this, smarmy fellow, in the clip below, and tell me he doesn't make your stomach do flips.