Remember, I wrote that blog about the white SUV's that follow me all around? Everywhere I go, still, they have a white SUV following me. Now, they have several at different points in my route in my view. It is very frustrating. My mother says, "They are just cars riding on the street like you". She's right, but when you know there is a sinister scheme to drive you crazy, it gets really annoying and hard to take. Well, since yesterday. I was feeling super heroish, and put on my Superman t-shirt and went shopping. I had to catch the sale, before it ended. These men follow me around and taunt me, act as if they are going to run into me with trucks and speed pass me on the highway. I'm shook for a second, and then remember who I'm dealing with. Nothing but a bunch of broke fags that aren't getting much money from their sex trafficking enterprise they had created. They read my blog to understand where I'm coming from. Then they act accordingly. They are obsessed with me. They are police fags and I think it's funny!
They come into the grocery store stalking me. Some of them are alone, and some have their wives and children. Sometimes, they actually act like they are interested in me, which is possible, because they are bi-sexual, but most of them act like fags. I feel similar to they way Eddie Murphy felt in Raw. There are just all these fags watching me. Following me in their cars and harassing me. I know they wished they cold sit on the hood of their police car and act like they were the siren. Acting like their true selves, swirling their hand and making noises with their mouth. It would be the coming out of the century, and my reply would be, "It's about time".
Their women are these strong-willed, independent self-serving dikess or some abused misfit, who wants to be all that and the fag they married won't let her. I know stories of fags who tried to beat their uber intellectual woman into nothing, but she wouldn't have it. Got away from him, and became a successful dike, anyway! I say, good for her. Dikes gotta eat, too! These men have no problem bothering me, because just like a little sweetie, they have very little use for a woman, other than making the world think and convincing themselves they aren't gay. But if your having sex with men, let me tell you, you're gay and all the women in the world won't change that. They are jealous, petty and have gathered together, along with their uber dike wives to "fix" me. Again, I think it's funny. They ride together, in an attempt to show me whose boss. When you think about it, either way, it's funny to me. I mean, what does a boss do? They tell you where to go, when to be there, and exactly what to do when you get there.
They go where I go. So, I tell them where to go. When they get there, they know what to do, and they know exactly when to be there. So, I'm their job. I run them, and they aren't really good at what they do. If it was up to me, I would fire them all. It's been almost a year, and they still haven't stopped me from doing what I'm doing now, exposing their game of gas-lighting, and being their biggest nemesis; Me! It's not even me that they are trying to get, but Steve Wittebort. Like I said, he left Oakland County Sheriff's Department. He lied on me, and now they won't be able to use him, the next time they want to charge me with a fake crime. He's all washed up, and they are now questioning his loyalty to them. Now, instead of using him to get me, they are trying to use me to get him, but it won't work. I ain't got nothing to do with this mess!
Steve is not a fruit cake. I can honestly say that. I've known him since we were eight, and he ain't never came across as that. He had his friends, and stuff, but he didn't seem to beholden to their friendship. These men in these Greek organizations. Kappa's and Alpha's, Omega's and Iota's they gay. They have these parties, where they get together, do drugs and have sex. It's nothing new to me, I was exposed to it as a teenager at Wilberforce University. My boyfriend at the time was one of them. He was a freaky little something and far too close to his Sans. Them Sweethearts, too, they was too close for comfort, too. Wanted me to be one! When one of my Greek friends from back in the day, hit me up on Messenger, and told me he wants to see me, I laughed. They are just like the crooked police. All sweet and sweaty and stuff. Um, "No thank you!" You didn't get none then and don't come trying to help your fruity pie friends and get some, now. Please...
In high school, it was the Kappa League, the Leaguettes, or whatever. I didn't belong to none of their little groups and nobody liked me and I'm glad. Now, they the police, tracking me down and acting like sissies. I remember, Sadie Mae, when I was growing up. They would get dressed up on Saturday night and have the whole Projects lit. People would come out their homes, and stand on the curb and watch them make that walk from Hershel Momma house. One flamer in the neighborhood, stood in his door laughing at them. For some reason he thought nobody knew he was gay. Sadie Mae, turned around and told him, "What you laughing for...You'll be out here next week." The entire scene erupted in laughter. He's an Alpha these days.
When I left the grocery store, I went to McDonald's. The one on Opdyke, in front of the Rodeway Inn. You know where the Auburn Hills Police, troll for prostitutes to arrest and send to the Oakland County Jail, to work for the deputies. That's literally, Auburn Hills whorehouse, and that McDonald's caters to the whores that frequent there. It was the closest place to grab a bite. My food was cold, they made me wait and didn't give me a receipt; of course. There was a a white mini-van behind me who couldn't get by. He's honking his horn, and I can see him having a fag-tantrum in my rear-view mirror. I rolled my window down and and waved at him to pass me. He then began to scream, "I can't back up! I can't back up!" I kept my cool, because homosexuals are passive, but these crackheads can lose it. I pulled up and he went past me. He literally, reminded me of the skit, Eddie Murphy did above in Raw. "Pull over, pull over!" That's why I used it.
He was in a hissie fag fit. He whipped passed me, driving like a girl and left. They so mad at me! There was this one once, who turned onto Auburn from Opdyke, and looked into my car and rolled his eyes. I immediately said to myself, "Steve ain't got nothing to do with that." These fags are out of control, their Mothers, acting like Fathers got them chasing a woman around town, and that is something they surely are not used to doing. I told my mother that sometimes, they have to let a Flaming HOT Fag in the group. We would get one occasionally at Sears, too! If they don't he gone tell everybody they all fags. But with him being in the group, it's letting everybody know, anyway! He ain't nothing but a bitch! Now, he gotta follow me around, and they wanna know why? I gotta a vagina, and big breasts, and that's something they all want.
Don't worry "Boys", it'll all be over soon. Y'all Mothers, however, won't be the same. The revolution will be televised and will look like the opening credits of "The Birdcage". Men running around in thongs, riding stick horses and slapping each other on the butt. They'll have guns and badges and will be dancing on top of cop cars, putting on a show for the world to see. I mean, that's how I picture it. It won't be as exciting as that, but I could just imagine members of the crooked FBI thinking, I know he wished he had wore his newly dry cleaned uniform, today! Police fags, you gotta love 'em!
