Of course We are on course for a Civil War between White-Americans and an overtRace War against Us as Black-Americans, which has ALREADY GONE HOTAGAIN.
So I need to STRESS that the Race War has been going on SINCE DAY-1 FOUNDING OF THIS NATION.
This Fact is another reason why, Me, as a Black-American Man?
I've got NO ROOM for a hard-headed stubbornly-stupid woman.
Because as I accuratelypredicted.
Here We are.
And I'm still nowhere near ready for what is to come.
I was able to recover an EXTREMELY OLD gmail-account that dates all the way back to 2013, which is the last year Stacey and I were together.
I DID NOT have a Facebook-account during that time, because I have good sense and take the World and White Power-Supremacy, seriously.
So I already understood that Facebook was and or could be, used to monitor and gather information and intel on the people who use it, among other things.
The Bottomline is that I did not need social-media, because I know how to go out into the Real World AND SOCIALIZE.
I come from the time of telephones being the only means to keep up and keep track and KEEP COMMITMENTS TOO.
The Irony is that during the Days of Telephone-only, guess what...!?
There was NO BULLSHIT ABOUT WHETHER SOMEONE WANTED TO BE BOTHERED WITH YOU OR NOT.
Because the Phone forced You or Them to show that You give a fuck, gave a fuck, by pickin it up and then dialing their number and giving Them a call, giving YOU.
A call....
The Meme above was the Immature Nonsense that Stacey was doing, which I DIDNOT, KNOW ABOUT.
And Stacey knew I was not and still am not about.
And I'm sure You have seen that My Visitor's Map has BOTH Durban and the Bluff of South Africa marked on it.
And "someone" was just up on here from South Africa just a few days ago. And Yes, there is A DEFINITIVE WAY FOR ME TO KNOW WHEN STACEY IS OR HAS BEEN ON HERE ON MY DESKTOP.
This Meme however caught My Attention because it highlights just how many phony-fools are up on Facebook whoring-themselves and Their Personal-Business OutFOR THE SOLE-PURPOSE OF THEIR OWN ARROGANT-EGOES.
These people then have the fuckin nerve to bitch-n-complain when it is Their Fault THAT THEY WERE POSTING THIS ON FACEBOOK WITH NO CARE NOR CONCERN ABOUT THE CONSEQUENCES, lemme use largest, thee LARGEST size text for this last part;
NO CARE NOR CONCERN ABOUT THE CONSEQUENCESOF THEIR OWN ACTIONS.
Sitting here now, getting ready to get some more concept-artwork done. Reflecting on a lot of things too while I'm at it. I've got the Sixers Vs. Piston's NBA-game on in the background, muted.
I already ate my dinner.
Getting ready to make some coffee.
I got the sketch-pads and graphite-pencils on My Bed.
While the very same music I embedded in this post is playing as I type this.
I was able to recover an OLD gmail account of mine. Where I found it had been sitting since 2013, which means it had emails that dated back to My Time with Stacey, and...?
The Emails WERE UNREAD.
Which was interesting.
So I read them.
And then, because these were actually the equivalent of messages, emails.
In a Bottle.
It was great to see what she'd said to Me IN THOSE EMAILS.
Versus what SHE ACTUALLY DECIDED TO DO AND DID DO.
Where once again I was proven right.
And had I have listened to those emails?
Then the Bullshit would have continued.
It really made Me see that due to Her Decision to remain around a Family that made it a requirement to lie in order to continue to be a part of Her Family...?
It really showed Me why My Own Life had gone down that Dark Path that I was on when I decided to lower My Standard so I could stay in touch with My Own Family and My Now Ex-Wife.
It took having to lose My Son and be falsely accused of Domestic Abuse, homelessness.
For Me to understand that I was in all of that because I had decided that being around these people was more important than My Own Principles and Ideals, self-worth and self-respect, which none of them had for Me in the first place.
So looking back at how when I used to be focused and disciplined and did not accept excuses for not just the obvious, but also...!?
When I could see straight through to the Person/People's, psychology.
And I've been steadily climbing up and out of the hole I was in by returning to My Standards and notaccepting ANYONE BELOW THEM.
Here we have Video-Commentary from Chris Miller concerning Tyler Perry and His Studio, where...?
I see no anything from Perry opening up His Studio and could care less because He and I do not share the same beliefs.
I've been separated from My Son since His 1st-Birthday and I have been homeless twice. I have gone through hellish times in My Life and lost everything. And at no time did I ever.
Come up with the Desperate Bullshit that Tyler Perry came up with when He was homeless, living in His Car.
I never.
Sat there and said "I'm going to create a loud-fat-nasty American-Blackwoman character. THAT I WILL CROSS-DRESS AS. AND THEN BUILD MY FAME AND FORTUNE FROM THAT!!!!!"
No Thanks.
I will pass.
But that is what Tyler Perry did.
And then His Cross-Dressing Coonery was fully-embraced by the Infamously Coonish!
Black-American Christian "community", which says way too much about Them!
So with that bullshit-background?
If You want to embrace what Tyler Perry has done in order to become successful...?
Stop bitching about why are We on the Bottom as Black-Americans and as a collective Black-Race.
Just shut the Fuck Up.
Because no Right-Minded Black-Person would support a Black-American Man who literally cross-dresses as the Age Old Stereotype of the Loud-Fat ViolentMan-ChickMammy!
That Whites have been spreading since They reduced Us to slavery and destroyed Our Civilization and dragged Us here!
My Sworn Brother's phrase for Us as Blackmen is "No Days Off".
And He's Right.
Today was especially a No Days Off-situation. Where I've spent most of last night stressing, where...?
The Situation is one that I fully-understand, it is a disruption. Where My Physical Therapy for My Hand and Wrist is now been derailed, once again, by the Coon-Doctor.
And just like last time when the Coon-Doctor dove His Useless-Ass into My Way and fucked things up, only to get Himselfin some hot water for it?
He has derailed My Ability to return to My Dayjob with confidence that I won't re-injure/re-aggravate My Wrist-Injury.
Which is Bad, but...?
I'm filing an appeal and I was instructed yesterday that I can simply use a sick-day to call out and potentially keep calling out.
Till either the Appeal is either approved or rejected, or of course, I run out of sick-days.
Which of course I'm not trying to do and I'm not going to do.
So I slept like shit last night and rightfully so, because of the Fact that My Physical-Therapy Rehab was going great and I was literally just starting strengthening and conditioning so that I could get back to the Dayjob within the next few weeks.
And that!?
Is what pissed Me off and stressed Me out.
It isn't that the Coon-Doctor did what He did.
It is the Fact that His Timing isabnormallyadvantageous.
Which is something I wouldn't and can't ignore.
The entire time I had any dealings with the Coon-Doctor.
He was more Harm than good.
More skeptical of My Injury than determined to get Me proper treatment so I could simply get back to work. Mind You I busted My Ass getting that place in order. I can only imagine what kind of a shithole it's turned back into since I've been gone for a month-&-a-half.
Either way...?
It isn't the End of the World, because it isn't.
And I've already been informed that the very circumstance that led to My Injury?
People who have done work at the station I'm posted at have always asked Me "Did all of that trash really come from out of that one fuckin station...!?"
And I always answer them the same "Yes."
Then...?
I get back to Work.
So while the Coon-Doctor and His Ally, Fake-Friend of the Blackman.
Think Their little stunt was cute.
It has really served to prove what I have always typed to You;
We live in a Time when the Best Boss you can be...?
Work on Her Face some more and really settle in on how I needHer to Look and how to draw Her as quickly as possible.
So once I got started and the Car Theme got the blood going, because that is what this is all about. Getting the Blood Flowing and getting My Adrenaline going so I can really tackle sorting out this concept-art and creating a speed-technique for Myself in regards to drawing My Creations quicklyANDcompetently...!
So I decided to turn to Spinal's XBOX-One theme of Warlord to keep ramping Myself up and GET THE CREATIVE BRAIN-BLOODFLOWIN!!!!!
Good Evening from Physical-Therapy and Rehab in PHILADELPHIA!!!!!!
This Music in THIS VIDEO I'VE EMBEDDED!?!!?
Was used to draw Empress-Flagdragoon Philadelphia-Dellmar and for Me to EXPERIMENT WITH USING GRAPHIC-PENCILS AND MORE DETAILING IN MY ARTWORK WHILE WORKING ON HER CONCEPT-ARTWORK;
Note that there wasn't exactly anything wrong with Her Face, but!?
I decided to experiment and just PUSH Myself and go wherever I went!
Oh!?
And those hands and fingers are fucked up!
SO I HAD TO CHANGE THEM!
So I experimented with SHADING IN MORE DETAILS TO HER FACE!
Of course I eventually got frustrated when I realized that MY LACK OF EXPERIENCE WAS MAKING MATTERS WORSE INSTEAD OF BETTER, so!?
I liked WHAT MY INTENT WAS, but not the End Result, SO!?!?!?
The Car ROLLS ON WITH MORE CHANGES!
While I'd IMPROVED THE FACE AND GAVE MORE DETAIL-N-DEPTH!
If anything I'd GIVEN HER FACIAL-FEATURES ACTUAL DEPTH!
Still...!?
NOT QUITE RIGHT THOUGH!
She's NOT PRETTY ENOUGH.
NOT ATTRACTIVE-ENOUGH!
NOT BEAUTIFUL-ENOUGH, but!?
I now had a GENERAL IDEA of how I wanted Her TO LOOK!
So I continued....
No pose.
Slight alterations to the Face as I began WORKING ON A QUICK-DRAW METHOD FOR HER FACE!
But then THE GODDAMN HANDS AND ARMS!?
-_-
Fucked those up royally, SO!?
THE CAR!!!!!!!
ROLLS ON!!!!!!
Got the Pose down and did MINOR TOUCH-UP'S TO HER FACE!
Now I have a GOOD IDEA OF WHAT TO DO AND SO I KEPT ROLLIN TO THE FINISH-LINE!!!!!!!
So this is JUST ONE EXAMPLE!!!!!!
Of what I have been working on and why posts have been slow here.
Just a short post. I'm still trying to get My Bearings for Posting here again. Spent today getting a bone-scan and it ate up the whole day. I'll find out what is what tomorrow when I go in to Worknet.
Of course with the Demise of Google+, it is nowhere near as easy for You to stay up to date on when/whether I have posted here, but!?
You can simply hit the Follow button for this Blog and You will be able to get notifications for when I post, and yes, I stopped posting FOR LEGITIMATE-REASONS.
And Yes.
I HAVE STARTED POSTING AGAIN BECAUSE I HAVE NOW RESOLVED THOSE ISSUES.
I need to make it clear that PEOPLE ARE USED TO US AS BLACK-AMERICANS, BEING POWERLESS.
I've always found it funny that We are stereotyped with being so violent and whatever else, yet? People both externally and internally are constantly taking a run at Us and being disrespectful, murderous and treacherous towards Us. Which of course makes zero-sense. Because if We were as dangerous as everyone attempts to claim WHEN IT IS CONVENIENT FOR THEM.
Then people would notdowhatTheydotoUs.
And that isn't hard to figure out or know.
When anyone or anyplace or any group, gets a reputation for being quick to "kill You" or "Be so criminal", then?
You AVOID THEM.
You don't do things that will cause Them.
To come looking FOR YOU.
AND YOU DON'T TRY TO ANTAGONIZE THEM.
So I just needed to jot that down because it was warranted.
Lemme get back to working on this artwork.
And don't forget to Hit the Follow-button on My Blog
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