“…because a sociopath is a “person” who is UNABLE to empathize or CARE about the harm they do to other human beings and will look his or her VICTIM in the eyes and tell them they are NOT being VICTIMIZED even while victimizing them.
As far as I know there is NO CURE for SOCIOPATHS.”
——- Trojan Pam
So last night, right before I made some peppermint tea and was about to settle in with a good mystery novel, my phone rang.
“Have you watched the news lately?” I recognized the thick Creole accent and smiled. It was my older ladyfriend from the Caribbean.
“No but it’s all over the internet,” I said.
“What do these bastards want from us? You know, I’ve never met a more chronically dissatisfied group of people in my life! They have all the money and power, houses and cars, they write all the laws…but they’re still unhappy and begrudgefull! This should tell us one thing…”
“What thing is that?”
“How very important black people are to them”, was her solemn response.
If only she knew just how important.
Did you know that Yurugu makes SPF-Clothing?
—Pic taken from Coolibar. (Thank you, Fourth Angel’s Bowl!)
Here is their “mission statement”:
“Coolibar’s mission is to develop superior sun protective products that allow (white) people to enjoy life in the sun.”
This makes me smile.
And chuckle a bit.
Hmmmm…let’s see now…
To enjoy ‘life in the sun’, which is what normal, functioning huemans do, you must first make clothing to protect yourself from the one thing that is life-sustaining to all living things.
You know, whenever life gets me down and I begin to feel defeated by our condition, I meditate on answers from On High. My friend’s phone call stayed with me all night and all morning. I will admit that I peeked in to see what all the propaganda…I mean fuss is all about and was not surprised to hear testimonies of this dead, black man’s “possible criminal background.”
I was also not shocked to see “Baltimore” in flames. That is, if the pictures weren’t photoshopped. What does surprise me, however, is the level of silent communication between the Originals of Earth. With one look, my next door neighbour told me she knew that this latest murder was fabricated, then blown up, then villanized, and is now awaiting our ’emotional and violent response’ so Martial Law can be ordered by the dark-skinned white man in the white house.
You know what this affirms?
That black people, all over the planet, are slowing awakening from the imposed Spell of Sleep. It affirms:
That we are NOT broken
That we are NOT defeated
That we are NOT duped
And that we will be victorious.
We have to be.
Because if we die, the planet dies.
And they, the Evil Ones, know it.
In my mind, the revolution is already here.
It’s more powerful and profound than it ever was. Why? Because it takes place not with the fist or the gun, but in our minds. When we can PREDICT the next step the enemy will take, that’s a silent revolution. When we can speak to each other without uttering one word, that’s a silent revolution. And when the enemy is running so damn terrified that he must make videos begging his own people to “please stop what you are doing…you’re only making things worse for us in the end”, that’s a silent revolution.
Of course, it will not be televised.
Nor will the subtle movement of the sun emitting its powerful X-Class and M-Class rays towards Earth. But the fact that the founders of Coolibar had NO other choice but to make clothing to protect them from the inevitable, tells me that the revolution is here.
And it’s on our side.
And in the end, when it’s all over and said and done, we will be victorious.
After all, it can end no other way.