Well…Well…Well, I see they read my blog. I went out to get orange juice this morning. I went out this morning, because I drank orange juice in the morning and not to avoid the crackheads OCSD send out to harass me, but guess who showed up? Now, what are they trying to tell me? Thet aren’t crack heads? Well, I don’t know them. Furthermore, not one of them said a word or did nothing to me! So, were they telling me they are a crack head, and they come out before 10 in the morning? Either way it’s stupid. I hear that the cops that participate in illegal activities are sub-standard. Mainly, because no one shares anything with them, because they are no good cops. They know how to be no good and that’s it.
Some of them thought they would get fired, retire or go on a leave or something, snitch out their old coworkers and get on the winning team. No, you stay out until you need to tell something, and then you sit before the other rats and be a rat. That’s why your team is so weak. You’re too quick to let rats in. eager to cause confusion and make fast money like criminals do. The real cops know you peck at each other’s flesh and only the strongest survive. I know the good cops, well some of them. They admire my man and respect me. I don’t have to walk around swinging fake hair like my man runs the world, because I know it’s his job to protect it. To bring peace, not chaos, love not to hate. To let stores practice free commerce and not shut down an entire chain of drug stores in a month. Racketeering is the job of gangsters, not the Police.
Someone once told me, “They can’t get them all.” They can get enough that the killing stops, and the children in Pontiac can go back to getting a half-way decent education like I got, back before crack took the lives of the adults responsible for taking care of thing, so they don’t spend the money on drugs, before anything can get done that needs to be done. Better yet, so we can hire people who can do a good job, instead of being able to do an okay job despite doing drugs. Now, I know this includes Blacks and Whites. One thing I know now is White people do not eat their young. If someone in their fold loses control, they cut them out. Black folk won’t shame them, less they shame themselves and ruin their “game”. Whites believe children are the future, for real. Black folk send their children to the slaughter. If I hadn’t seen it all my life growing up in Pontiac, I would not have said it. I seen it in my own family. My father was indicted in 1982 and was on the front page of the Oakland Press, my brother got the front page in 1998. They both were dealing drugs. Me, God gave me the most overzealous narcotics cop on this side of Michigan when I was eight. I have never intentionally done a narcotic in my life. Do you see why I love him so much? God, I’m talking about Jehovah. 2018
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