Just Neighbors Talking....

Good Morning from My Apartment Nearly Burned Down Yesterday-Philadelphia!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! I AM DELIVERT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAH! Well, I AM ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLIVE! Some fool HAD TO HAVE BEEN SMOKING CIGARETTES on the second floor fire-escape landing below my apartment. There was some furniture out on that landing and it caught fire and it caught fire PRETTY GOOD AND PRETTY FAST! Hey? Like I said before, I don't just type fake-shit up on here, no fuckin rambling at random. When you read what you read on my blog I'm not sugarcoating shit. I'm not making it up. This isn't some living vicariously bullshit, no. This is what I've lived, this is what I've experienced, this is who I am and that's that. I'm not up on here trying to sugarcoat-shit so I can "LOOK RIGHT" or "BE COOL" or "ASSUAGE MY FUCKED UP EGO OR EMOTIONS OR MIND-SET' and many of you know EXACTLY what I'm talking about. Bloggers who bullshit all day long and you read and read and read until you realize they're not talking about shit. Not telling you shit. Not challenging you. Not making you pay attention to the world around you, yo?

You want that? Then I know one blogsite right off the bat that I can send you to and she'll bullshit you all day long and try to pretend like she gives two-fucks about anyone other than herself.

But this is NOT there, this is here, this is From Child to Man. My name ACTUALLY IS Shawn Williams. I REALLY DO LIVE in Upper Darby, Pennsylvania, in Nazi-America. I'm not the singing-dancing-bullshitting Black American Man who pretends to LOVE JESUS! SO I CAN GET SOME PUSSY! I don't run around calling myself a Nigga, a Nigger or That's My Nigga, because I'm not a part of the New Age Niggers and Bitches Movement. Where more time is spent embracing and big-upping the word Nigga, instead of embracing and big-upping the word BLACK. I am NOT an African-American, I am a BLACK AMERICAN. I'm not oblivious to the fact that when people see someone in real life CONSTANTLY CHANGING THEIR FUCKIN NAME AND CLASSIFICATION, it looks fuckin crazy, DOESN'T IT!?

If you know some dude that says his name is Jacob one week. Then his name is Mike the next week. Then his name is Tom the week after that! Then his name is

All right muthafucka! YOUR NAME IS UNDER ARREST! FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU MAN!? YOU RUNNING SOME SORT OF CREDIT CARD SCAM!? YOU GOT SOME OLE BIGOTRY BULLSHIT GOING?! FUCK IS YOUR NAME CONSTANTLY CHANGING FOR!? When we see this kind of behavior ON AN INDIVIDUAL LEVEL, we know that it means something is not right with that person, well? How does it look when a people constantly change their fuckin name all the fuckin time?
1) Negro
2) Coloured
3) Afro-American
4) Black
5) Black American
6) African-American
7) Niggas
8) Batshit-crAzy
9) Dumb-as-Fuck
10) Unstable

That's how all of this shit looks. It looks fuckin unstable. And who in their right-fuckin-mind is gonna waste their fuckin time-n-energy trying spit-shine-shit!? When we waste our fuckin energy trying to turn the word Nigger into anything other than what it should be, which is a source of motivation to say "I'm gonna do everything in my FUCKIN POWER to disprove that bullshit BY BUILDING MY PEOPLE AND MYSELF UP so that nobody, ESPECIALLY NO WHITES OR ARABS can fuckin walk all the fuck over me! I AM NOT. A NIGGER. I AM BLACK."

Right-minded STABLE AND FOCUSED PEOPLE don't keep jumping from one name to the next like some damn bipolar-ass who refuses to get thoroughly evaluated psychologically so they can get the proper medical treatments to control their bipolar disorder.

Why have I typed all of this? Because yesterday I grabbed my fire extinguisher and God as my witness I was like "I CAN'T LET THIS APARTMENT BURN DOWN BECAUSE I AM TOO CLOSE TO FINALLY FINISHING WHAT I STARTED AND FINALLY REGAINING MY SON AND MY RESPECTABILITY!" as you can see by my post count for this blog I am someone who does A LOT OF WRITING. A LOT OF TYPING. I have binders of completed WRITTEN MANUSCRIPTS AND ARTWORK, THAT DOESN'T EVEN INCLUDE MY SURROGATE-SON'S PAINTINGS THAT ARE IN HERE! And I've finally gotten my fuckin head screwed on straight so that I'm FOCUSING ON MY CAREER WHERE I CAN FINALLY GET MY SON BACK BECAUSE OF IT!

If the apartment burns down?

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So I did the best that I could because I wasn't gonna just WAIT AND HOPE that the Fire Department could handle the situation WHEN THEY GOT HERE! What caught my attention THE MOST was the fact that I was THE ONLY ONE WHO EVEN ATTEMPTED TO USE THE FIRE EXTINGUISHERS THAT WE ALL HAVE IN OUR APARTMENTS...! Now? Let that sink in for a moment and see if you UNDERSTAND WHAT I AM SAYING. And bear in mind that there are a whole host of American Races in my apartment building, but even when I grabbed the extinguisher after checking to see what the hell had set off the fire alarm? I didn't see my neighbors grabbing their fire extinguishers to see WHETHER WE COULD HANDLE THE SITUATION OURSELVES. And that IS what it is all about. My FIRST THOUGHTS ARE TYPED ABOVE, so my main goal was "I gotta see if I can use the fire extinguisher in the apartment to AT LEAST SLOW DOWN THE FIRE MAYBE EVEN PUT IT OUT."

But even after I'd talked to some neighbors and came back out my apartment with the fire extinguisher? They were still standing around IN THE SMOKY HALLWAY instead of understanding that STANDING AROUND IN THE HALLWAY ISN'T FUCKIN DOING ANYTHING EXCEPT FOR STANDING AROUND IN THE FUCKIN HALLWAY! Hahahahahahahahhahaha! I know some of you are like "But damn Shawn, it's a fuckin fire man, fuck you expect?"
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Yo? If the so-called former Deadbeat Black Father and Wife-Beating Blackman can grab a fire extinguisher and try to actually TAKE CARE OF THE SITUATION, then why couldn't the other MEN do at least the same? The trained instinct or motivation of WHO YOU ARE, WHO WE ARE, is always gonna come out when the shit hits the fan. Or? When the apartment almost burns down, whichever comes first. But you get my point, because it's not hard to miss. WHO YOU ARE IS ALWAYS GOING TO COME OUT WHEN THE CHIPS ARE DOWN AND THE PRESSURE IS ON. And even while all of this was happening I was paying attention to what everyone was doing, including myself. I COULD HAVE told them to get their fire extinguishers, but I ALREADY KNEW THAT IF I TOLD THEM THAT, THEN I HAD TO BE PREPARED FOR ACCEPTING RESPONSIBILITY FOR THEM IF SOMETHING WENT WRONG BECAUSE I WOULD HAVE BEEN THE ONE WHO TOLD THEM TO GRAB EXTINGUISHERS AND HELP ME.
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Let that sink in too.
And let it sink in on multiple levels, because part of it is circumstances of today and another part is THE REALITY OF LEADERSHIP. When you start giving orders, then you take on a certain amount of responsibility for those you gave orders to and they followed them. Those people, that person, becomes YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. It isn't something to be taken lightly and those of you reading this who have had leadership positions, and I DON'T MEAN IN A CORPORATE-BUSINESS SETTING. Being someone's supervisor at work is A FORM OF LEADERSHIP, but in MOST SITUATIONS you don't get physically injured or lose your life, so it isn't quite the same unless or until you find out shit about where you work where? Like Enron Corp. Goldman Sachs. Companies that are FRAUDULENT AND STEALING MILLIONS AND BILLIONS, WELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL NOW!? Now you're in that area where what you know means your ass is on the line one way or another.

It was amazing to see my neighbors first reaction was to stand around. Then not use what they had FIRST to see if THEY COULD HANDLE THE SITUATION instead of hoping that the Fire Department got here first. To me? It was something to take note of and to me it showed a certain type of trained response where it wasn't about WE LIVE HERE, WE HAVE EXTINGUISHERS, LET'S SEE IF WE CAN HANDLE THIS BEFORE RUNNING AWAY AND THEN THE FIRE DEPARTMENT GETS HERE TOO LATE AND THE BUILDING BURNS DOWN.

I went on ahead and tried to put the fire out. Bill was with me but he was just there seeing what he could see. I opened the door to the landing and the heat was intense and the smoke was blackish-gray! So I knew that the fire was either on the landing itself or DIRECTLY BELOW US! I used the extinguisher and quickly realized that it wasn't on the landing and a massive crowd had already gathered across the street and they started yelling that the fire was BELOW ME! -_- And at that point I already knew then, I can't do anything about it then. I checked the fire escape door and it was hot, so no way was I opening that thing and have a potential backdraft of  fire come roaring at me. >_< I went on ahead and told Bill that this is as far as we go and came on back inside. I checked the wall of my apartment next to the fire escape and IT WASN'T HOT, which was a good thing. Grabbed my book-bag. Stuffed it with this laptop, my storage drives, my handwritten notes for From Child to Man. Made sure I got my wallet! Keys! Trench coat! And then left out. I made sure soon as I hit the hallway where smoke was getting thick to tell everybody to CLEAR OUT! Then?

I left.
Went outside and around to my side of the apartment building and I could see that the fire was pretty fuckin intense and the 2nd-floor landing of the fire escape had flames everywhere! Fire department showed up, a lot of them. And they eventually got the fire under control and as you can see by reading this I'm back in my apartment and right now I hear people outside, building maintenance, fixing shit up. The burnt smoke smell, I got that out of my apartment last night. But there were a number of things that I saw yesterday and learned about Upper Darby Fire Department and the neighboring fire departments and ambulances that responded. What do you think caught not just MY ATTENTION, but a LOT OF PEOPLE standing outside when all of this was going on?

Tell me something? Upper Darby has a MASSIVE INDIAN, BLACK, LATINO-HISPANIC POPULATION... How the FUCK!? Was every fuckin FIRST RESPONDER WHITE AS A CLOUD!? People were looking around and after awhile some people, especially with all of the Protests and Riots going on throughout Nazi-America over the constant UNJUSTIFIABLE KILLINGS of Blackmen and Black Boys by American Nazi-Cops. NOT A ONE OF THE FIRE DEPARTMENT MEMBERS WAS BLACK! INDIAN OR LATINO! OR THIS MYTHICAL HISPANIC! And some of these Whitemen and Whitewomen WERE OLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD----- I MEAN, some of them were just, OLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was talking to a Black Neighbor last night and he was like "What was up with all of the firemen and police being nothing but White?" meanwhile Upper Darby is PREDOMINANTLY NON-WHITE. So how the? Well? If you pull up the Wiki for Upper Darby you'll find a VERY INTERESTING LITTLE EASTER EGG that QUICKLY EXPLAINS how Whites are able to dominate in an area where they are NOT DOMINANT. -_- Ahhhhh, yes, always some sneaky-shit going on. Take a look at this crap;

Upper Darby Township (often shortened to Upper Darby) is a home rule township^[1] bordering West Philadelphia in Delaware County, Pennsylvania, United States. Upper Darby is also home to the Tower Theater, a historic music venue on 69th street built in the 1920s. Upper Darby's population is diverse, representing over 100 ethnic cultures located within its densely populated, rowhouse streets. It is Pennsylvania's sixth most populous municipality. Within the northwestern borders of the township lies most of the census-designated place of Drexel Hill. (Note; This is how they're able to remain dominant in an area where THEY'RE NOT. Drexel Hill IS DOMINATED BY WHITES, THIS WIKI BLATANTLY TELLS YOU THAT IT IS USED AS THE MOST CENSUS-DESIGNATED PLACE, MEANING? The Whites use THEMSELVES WHERE THEY ARE HEAVIEST AT as a means of JUSTIFICATION for having all of THE CHOICE AND CRITICAL AREAS OF EMPLOYMENT as well as rigging the demographics so that the region appears to be predominantly White, I'ma have to round up some people to get this crap destroyed)

1. A census designated place (CDP) is a concentration of population identified by the United States Census Bureau for statistical purposes. CDPs are delineated for each decennial census as the statistical counterparts of incorporated places, such as cities, towns, and villages.

Located just 2.8 miles from Center City (downtown Philadelphia), Upper Darby houses the western terminus of the Market-Frankford Line of the SEPTA mass transit system of Philadelphia, with the location at 69th street in the heart of Upper Darby's principal business district. Multiple trolley and bus lines connect the 69th Street Terminal to all major SEPTA lines of Philadelphia.

Upper Darby is 65% residential, 25% commercial, and 8% other. As of the 2010 census, the township had a total population of 82,795.^[2] Because of a home-rule charter adopted in 1974 and effective in 1976,^[1] Upper Darby utilizes a mayor-council form of management, unlike communities that are still under the Pennsylvania Township Code. ("First Class" townships in Pennsylvania have a board of commissioners divided into wards, and "Second Class" townships having a board of supervisors, which are usually elected "at-large".)

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It is a very old and very insulting, slick-little-game, that becomes tiresome very fast. Jury-rigging shit to try to keep all of the power, wealth, control and opportunities, STRICTLY WHITE. The worse part is that if you are a White Person who DISAGREES WITH THIS THEN YOU GET FUCKED OVER TOO! TADAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! CRAZY-GOOD!

What I found even more interesting was the fact that when I tried to talk to the Fire Chief while we were all standing around outside, this asshole did everything he could to ignore me. Bear in mind that I didn't approach him and say "HEY WHITE MUTHAFUCKA, WHAT THE FUCK'S UP!? FUCK HAPPENED, BITCH!" So lemme get that out of the way before anyone of you thinks I came at him wrong. What I found worse was the fact that nobody was asking ANY QUESTIONS in the first place. They were all just standing around and talking among themselves, but not asking for any answers except for "When can I go back inside?"
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Plenty of people were also CERTAIN that the real reason the fire started is because someone was smoking on the fuckin fire-escape landings where THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A NON-SMOKING BUILDING, but management NEVER ENFORCES IT. And I've told them before that they need to stop fuckin just letting PEOPLE SMOKE IN THE BUILDING! IN THE ELEVATORS! IN THE FUCKIN HALLWAYS! ON THE LANDINGS! FUCKIN ANNOYING! Everyone was concerned about this while standing outside hoping shit didn't burn down, but nobody would actually approach anyone whose honest authority it was to ADDRESS THIS. Yet another reason why I am glad I'm finally doing what I'm supposed to be, because it is past-due-time to move on from this apartment building and get back to actually living in a house again. With all of that said, too many of us, especially as Black People, were willing to stand around and wait for when we could be told to go inside. Instead of asking for answers FROM THE FIRE DEPARTMENT or FROM MANAGEMENT. Well?

The Fire Chief finally gave me some bullshit answers and didn't hide the fact that he didn't like me ASKING HIM QUESTIONS. But when the media showed up HIS FAKE-ASS STARTED YAPPIN THEN! I started to fuckin DISRUPT HIS LOVEFEST WITH THE PRESS, but decided against it because then things could have been taken out of context. So I fell-back on that and just peeped how the game is played and then came on inside and talked about some of this with my neighbors. So? We're outside in the hall talking to one another and what eventually happened? One Whitewoman from Management came along and played coy "Oh, I was wondering what all the noise was up here? I heard all of this noise and stuff and was wondering what was happening?"
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So I told her "It's just neighbors talking. That used to be a common thing you know." and she got my point the same way we got her point about trying to covertly say go back into your apartments. It was an interesting day yesterday, but it was definitely something that I paid close attention to. Very. Close attention to.....