In the old Antebellum days in America, the Crucible Part 2 taught us how the Creole American new arrival to those southern and Northern lands would dance, play music and skip and jump it's way into the master's heart....a court jester. The master, white or black, may have found it hard to remember his Deacon's calling and vows when the belly dancing Port Royal girl would Salome her tentacles around the man with her conga grip on his mainly manly wisdom that dressed his uh heirs for whom he bought cheap watches but coveted trinkets by these on lookers who watched through the windows of the house and before she was done, with the arsenic an all, the family was dross in the continual attack she brought and the divisiveness...but she made him feel like he could do anything but there was less and less and then she taught him how to encroach upon others and threaten them but they never succeeded in her plans to bring confusion day and destruction day since if she wanted to say all of his children were reporting on him, what was she doing? You saw Othello...good. She was being assisted by another Deacon down the road who did covet history masterful instilling of the fear of failure and disappointment and his children attained their Royal musical scholarships; a scholar...you have to say Scholah....since it is a creole story and then she said that now he would believe the Bible since this time she was sent to judge the quick and the dead...not the Baptist since her dna was part Delila, part Vain and part thief on the cross who convertEd just when she was about dead...like she says she is...but master shot so many who would not hear his ship captain type of speech that some of these on lookers became willing to die to take as much as they can from...what did you say your father's name is? But, you are the head of..what more spot light do you need? So, lead..and when the police come, you will say 'do you know who I am?' Then the whole schism will be turned into a widget for public consumption and it will be put in pop songs to kill them softly with a whisper...living your life like a prancing pony and then the color might be purple every where you go and then you ask how did your heirs in 1970 learn this evil and who is their real father when your daughters were orphaned and turned into a rebellious father hating disco heathen with a book assigned at school as her uh new sub culture instead of the cotillion and she snaps it in a circle as a female hustler who is prancing and playing like the pony so now then what when all you want to do now is say you beat your son...you are not a contractor or a hotel owner and you are just in your own little world designed by whom...and you love her you see and she calls you gay and fears separation when you go to soccer practice with your son on de weekend and...I'll call you right back as she needs you and you need her and that's all right but you don't need to have anyone plot you down to their comfort level and sure everyone dies some time but in their pretence and lack of education she says she needed to be a queen once like a white woman ...bumbuclot...blow you self den nuh?

In the old Antebellum days in America, the Crucible Part 2 taught us how the Creole American new arrival to those southern and Northern  lands would dance, play music and skip and jump it's way into the master's heart....a court jester.  The master, white or black, may have found it hard to remember his Deacon's calling and vows when the belly dancing Port Royal girl would Salome her tentacles around the man with her conga grip on his mainly manly wisdom that dressed his uh heirs for whom he bought cheap watches but coveted trinkets by these on lookers who watched through the windows of the house and before she was done, with the arsenic an all, the family was dross in the continual attack she brought and the divisiveness...but she made him feel like he could do anything but there was less and less and then she taught him how to encroach upon others and threaten them but they never succeeded in her plans to bring confusion day and destruction day since if she wanted to say all of his children were reporting on him,  what was she doing?  You saw Othello...good.   She was being assisted by another Deacon down the road who did covet history masterful instilling of the fear of failure and disappointment and his children attained their Royal musical scholarships; a scholar...you have to say Scholah....since it is a creole story and then she said that now he would believe the Bible since this time she was sent to judge the quick and the dead...not the Baptist since her dna was part Delila, part Vain and part thief on the cross who convertEd just when she was about dead...like she says she is...but master shot so many who would not hear his ship captain type of  speech that some of these on lookers  became willing to die to take as much as they can from...what did you say your father's name is? But, you are the head of..what more spot light do you need?   So, lead..and when the police come, you will say 'do you know who I am?'  Then the whole schism will be turned into a widget for public consumption and it will be put in pop songs to kill them softly with a whisper...living your life like a prancing pony and then the color might be purple every where you go and then you ask how did your heirs in 1970 learn this evil and who is their real father when your daughters were orphaned and turned into  a rebellious father hating disco heathen with a book assigned at school as her uh  new sub culture instead of the cotillion and she snaps it in a circle as a female hustler who is prancing and playing like the pony so now then what when all you want to do now is say you beat your son...you are not a contractor or a hotel owner and you are just in your own little world designed by whom...and you love her you see and she calls you gay and fears separation when you go to soccer practice with your son on de weekend and...I'll  call you right back as she needs you and you need her and that's all right  but you don't need to have anyone plot you down to their comfort level and sure everyone dies some time but  in their pretence and lack of education she says she needed to be a queen once like a white woman ...bumbuclot...blow you self den nuh?