Those My Cousins

In the early seventies I was in Job Corps in a little town called San Marcos. San Marcos is in Texas and being a city boy from DC we didn’t have much company down there. But one thing was written in stone, the DC crew, the B-More crew and the boys from New York was the same thing. We didn’t represent a large part of the population. It was primarily folks from the Boot or better known as the the folks from Louisiana. It was somewhat of a gang mentality thing, but you can bet when @!## got tough, we stood together. There were always times when the Boot folks would start something with the Mississippi or Georgia people, almost anyone who lived on the gulf was prey. But they ain’t mess with us. I had a lot of good friends from B-More in those day. It’s been a long time, but I still remember my boys, Greg and Alred Yeldell. Funny name, Alred Yeldell, but he was cool as #@@!. I also had family in Dundalk near the power plant. My daughters mother still does. Back then when I was a small child, there was a neighborhood that had small brick attached homes that were heated by coal. My cousins lived there. In the back of my cousins house was a runoff pool. When I was a kid I thought it was a lake, but anyway, we would go out there and BBQ. My brothers and I and my cousins would be playing while the adults drinked and played songs. They would run an extension cord from the house and anytime we would come near it someone would say, “ya’ll go on over there and play or you going in the house.” We would stay out there until it got dark and then all of us would go in. All the kids would be watching television on a black and white TV in the kids room until someone would come in and tell us it was bedtime. Then we would undress and get in the bed, boys at one end of the bed and girls at the other. They would say good night and cut the light off. About five minutes later, the volume on the music would go up and so would our parents laughing and talking. Every now and then someone would check on us, and we would pretend we were sleep, but as soon as they closed the door we would be laughing and talking about what they was saying. In the morning we would get up and a big breakfast would be waiting for us. The grownups would be running about with whispered conversations and an occasional laugh and inevitably someone would say, ” y’all go outside and play…

“Cumming’s district is a disgusting rat and rodent infested mess.” – President Donald Trump, July 26, 2019.

I usually like to stay out of politics insomuch as talking about the administration or the President directly. I wanted to keep Hill1news out of the political arena and firmly planted in the social arena. For those who still believe in free speech, well god bless you. Its only free as long as you can pay for it. My best article only brought in five thousand people. That’s one 30,500th percent of the US population. So yeah, I got to pick my battles. But you know something, those that don’t stand for anything, will fall for nothing. When I heard that the President had attacked Baltimore, I was like.. really? There are rats across the street from the White House in Lafayette Park bigger than doberman pinschers. Well maybe not as big as doberman pinschers, but I heard them bark before. Not only that, but the White House has a rodent problem. Just last year there was a report detailing the rodent and roach problem that existed at the White House. You fired a couple of them and a few quit, but the problem is still there. Hell, you even said it yourself, “Michael Cohens a “liar” and a “rat.” It got so bad that people started to think the White House was overrun with rats. Then you came out and said, “The White House Counsel McGahn is no Rat!!” So I don’t think people in glass houses should be throwing stones. There is clearly a rat problem in the White House.

And speaking of messes, I think you have gotten yourself into a greasy hot one. Not only have denigrated one of the most beloved cities in DMV, you double-down and called it’s congressman a racist. After tht episode with the neo-nazi’s down in Charolettsville Va, I would have thought you had learn your lesson. If I were you I would strike the word racist from my vocabulary. Lets see now.. You got brown children in cages on the border, you told four women of color who are representatives of the people of the United States to go back home, although this is their home, you lead an alt-right rally in a chant of send them back, your father was a Klan sympathiser, you been sued by the Federal government because you refused to allow people of color into apartment buildings you owned, all of you military attacks have been against nations who are non white, you called other non white countries shit holes, you have tried to walk back every program a black president passed in the previous administration, you fired the only black person on your staff and people are purportedly looking for a tape in which you used the “N” word to describe African Americans. Did I say greasy hot mess? I meant stank sticky greasy hot mess.

Now somebody has to say it. You should follow your own advice. Let me tell you a story I once heard. A couple named Donut and Iwannaleevu moved into a house on 16th street. Every morning Iwannaleevu would get up and fix breakfast, bacon, eggs, toast and coffee. Donut would sit at the table by the window eating and reading his newspaper. Now every Saturday the lady of the house next door would come out and hang her laundry on the clothesline. Donut would causally look at Iwannaleevu and say “that lady next door doesn’t know a thing about washing clothes. Those clothes are filthy.” And so it went, week after week, month after month. Finally Donut tells Iwannaleevu, ” Someone needs to go over there and show that woman how to clean her clothes right!! Iwannaleevu, next Saturday when she puts those clothes on the line, I want you to go over there and tell her those clothes are filthy!! Then I want you to show her how to clean those clothes!” Iwannaleevu nodded and then left to go shopping. The next Saturday as usual, Donut was sitting at the breakfast table eating and reading his newspaper. About the sametime as she always did, the lady next door came out and put her clothes on the clothesline. Donut was delighted!! Iwannaleevu had finally talked to the lady and shown her how to clean her clothes. When Iwannaleevu came into the kitchen, Donut thanked her and gleefully said, “It’s about time. Those are some of the cleanest clothes I have seen. Those coloreds owe you a lot of gratitude!! How did you do it?” Well, Iwannaleevu looked at Donut straight in his eyes and said,” I cleaned our windows.”

Moral of the story: Watch yo mouth sucka..