When they called me all kinds of names, I called them Ignant, Racist and Special C’s. They said C stood for all kinds of things but when I finally posted my definition they had already exposed who they are. What they say the C stood for is what they said they were and or I was saying they were.
But what they forgot or didn’t know is that I say what I mean and mean what I say. I don’t call folk by racist names and just call them racist. I know how to make them call themselves out or to act out who they really are.
But what tickles me the most is when someone read what the Special C’s have to say about me how do they be so ignant to join them saying I am talking about them and I don’t know them and they don’t know me but they say I be talking about them.
Folk you either know these folk from school, in passing and/or work with them.
Oh they said I have a small following. Well as long as they are following me, that is what matters.
I want one of them Special C’s and/or their Special Safe Black Friends to copy and paste where I have ever said I post for popularity.
Oh well, I mean oh hell!
I ain’t mad with nobody!