Access This!

I just left the Westbrook Market after scrounging up money to buy milk, eggs, and a can of Chicken Noodle Soup. The kid in front of me, a rather tall one, in his late twenties, had an Apple Strudel and two Milky Way Bars on the counter. The girl at the register asked: "Is that all"? He nodded and then whipped out his Access Card, you know, the one that equates to Food Stamps? Both myself and the guy behind me rolled our eyes, not believing what we just saw. Ok, some may say your jealous Ward. Yep, maybe I am. You see, I work for a living, to rent a home, to put food on our table, and maybe, just maybe, buy a few Christmas presents for our Children & Grandchildren. So to see this BUM in my book, (He was as healthy as an ox and drove away in a nice Dodge Charger), buy junk food is beyond belief. He most likely has free Healthcare, whereas I just lost mine due to non payment of my Premiums. I am very ill here with a nasty flu compounded by COPD. Rant Over.

Gambols!

We were in there yesterday, and I was feeling no pain as I shot this clip lol.

Whitey You Owe Me

My take on the bullshit going on in Baltimore. I grew up in the Sixties and Seventies just on the border between Upper Darby Township, and West Philadelphia. Upper Darby back then, was just about as "White" as you could get. blue collar middle class families, just trying to pay the bills and maybe go down the shore for a weekend during the summer. The sixties and early seventies were rife with racism and violence on both sides, culminating in 1971 with the cold blooded murder of a neighborhood boy and friend of mine, Stephen Warrington.

My day would begin walking about 3/4 of a mile to St.Cyril of Alexandria Grade School in east Lansdowne, where typically we would learn while being abused at the hands of the Nuns. After school, we all would gather down the end of the street, and it didn't take long before the "Niggers" as we called them, would come down yelling "Get that White Mother Fucker", and "Hey Cracker Boy","I'm a going to KILL YOU" etc, etc. Soon we would trade rocks at each other, daring each other to come closer.

Sometimes we would go "One on One", always intervening on either side if your buddy was on the losing end. But not once did we use guns or knives. The Greeks along Powell Rd. were especially nasty though, put a few in the hospital after one of their girls was gang raped.

Would I consider myself a "Racist" back then? No way,as I NEVER considered my Race "Superior"even after after having my head busted open more than once simply for being a "White Boy". I could go on and on and on, from Sgt. Von Collins Murder by the Black Panthers in 70' at the Cobbs Creek Guard House (The Stables), to having you bikes, go karts, and even your clothes stolen off the back line.

My wake up call was June 5th, 1971, a day that changed my life and outlook forever. It was the day that Stevie was shot dead by a fifteen year old named Andre' Britt on Suicide Hill. As I ran up to where he was, he was spitting up blood, and had said "Help Me, I'm Dying". I was eleven years old and never saw anyone die in front of me. And to hear the black boys yelling "I got that White Mother Fucker!" Just brought out pure HATRED.

Over the years I have seen "White Flight" in Upper Darby, due to Section 8 housing. I've seen Blacks move in and destroy my neighborhood. And, in the last Ten or so years, attack whites randomly, although I could show you dozens of brutalities referenced on the web, You"ll probably say I'm making them up.  So just buy a police scanner and by all means listen to it.

Am I racist now? Depends on what you call Racist. After seeing innocent white people targeted in Baltimore just because they're white makes me want to pick up arms and settle the score? I'm not a Racist, I'm a concerned White Man for his Brothers & Sisters safety.

And to you liberal minded White "Folk" out there, to me you do not have a clue as to what is going on in America, protected in your single homes, away from the major cities. But the more I think about it? There are more Black Americans that have better values than you, who abhor any violence and thuggery, and are probably feeling embarrassed by whats going on.

Charles Mansion wanted a Race War, as he called it "Helter Skelter". If White and Black people keep allowing these thugs to attack them all in the lame excuse that one of their own got killed by the police, then I foresee a wicked summer approaching.

Sunday In Drexel Hill

What a day straight out from the pages of HELL. Some twenty - five  year old wants to rip me outta my truck because I had told his Grandma " Thank You" ? on her compliment on me maneuvering my truck out of an alley?

Seriously,  I told the punk that he misunderstood and to get his head outta his ass. That when he grabbed the door and tried to yank me out. Being the fifty-four year old I am, COPD and all, I moved up a few feet and told him to come on bitch, do it again.

I thought everything from shooting the prick in the head to calling on the "Boys" to come back, As I ain't capable to take on a big galute such as he.

So, I just did the best thing I could.
 I told Him to have a nice day, And tell your Mommy that Franny Ward said hello, and that I miss her tender kisses.

Let the asshole think about it...

Prick.