THIS Holiday season has been "different." I am spending my entire excess income at once, as I chose to make house payments for a Veteran friend of mine, who lost his job a year ago and hasn't been able to find steady work since. I went to the Post Office today to send him a cashier's check so he and his wife will have shelter after his unemployment checks stop next month. He's worked all his life and served our country for 12 years, BTW.

After going to the bank and getting a certified check to send, I went to the post office, got the necessary mailer and label, and stood aside to fill it out properly before stepping into line to send it. A fat sheboon walked in, stepped to the counter and cut in line in front of me when it was my turn, and the white female clerk looked at me while it happened with a knowing look, then mouthed the words "I'm Sorry" because she had no choice.

THE ONLY REASON I DIDN'T TELL THE SHEBOON OFF RIGHT THEN IS BECAUSE I WAS WEARING MY WORK UNIFORM!!!!!! AND BECAUSE OF THE FEAR THAT HAS BEEN INGRAINED INTO US THAT "DIVERSHITTY IS OUR STRENGHT" AND I FEARED THAT SPEAKING MY MIND WOULD CAUSE ME TO LOSE MY OWN JOB!!! AND THIS MAKES ME SICK BECAUSE THAT SHEBOON PROBABLY DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT WRITING A RENT CHECK FELT LIKE!!!!

How Ironic it was that this morning, A&E ran back to back episodes of "Beyond Scared Straight" where widdle chiwdrunz who are "at risk" get a glimpse of their future lives.

It's meaningful for me to get to see little LaDerion, who benefits from my taxes, and doesn't deserve it, on TV the same day I freely assist someone who deserves it, but have to keep my mouth shut doing so, because I can't afford to make black people feel bad.

Blessings,

Rev. Diarrhea Williams