Opposing Forces Unite

A deranged man walked around the Vons Gas station looking for some spare change. Why lie I need some beer, give me a few bucks, broken down here in this car over down the way, just something to keep me going. All the lines, a thousand more, did not matter, just get out of my presence, etched across the face of an uncomfortable white man, being confronted by a black man over who needs what, who gets what, and by the exact means. There was no way the brother possibly even thought about asking me for money, I don't waste anytime, just beat it, don't have time to listen to the soft sell or the hard sell, intimidation, guilt, or a general sense of oppression, skip it, might give them a few swallows of the gas going into my van, otherwise not interested. The best part is when the panhandler thanks me for turning down their pleas for money, oh the good lord...... on and on, doing my suffering for the afterlife where things will be much better that is why everyone is on drugs, booze, or food, distractions galore, forget about life as a failure, induce coma, lay back and imagine a better world in the mind.

By now, the local store clerk cretin has been alerted to the handywork of the bum who resorted to calling the white guy a racist while transcending into another entire diatribe blaming this man for the every atrocity conducted by the white race since the dawn of civilization. So the lackey clerk sent in the rent a cop security officer who happen to be black, like a repellent or avenue to mitigate the race card being overused at the time. The rent a cop had seen the brother's routine all too often and told him as much. This activity snapped the brother out of Farrakaan mode and into the united brother front, we are in this together to defeat the white man, let us unite, overcome, and rewrite the history books. The security guard got the homeless man moving in a direction from the customers off toward the bus stop where such behavior would easily be tolerated without judgement, rebuttle, or any sense of recognition, just another looney out on display. Negating race, pitting brother against brother, one paid by the streets, the other by the mechanisms of corporate America, shows you no matter what you have to choose a side, who will you defend when the time comes down, only one shot in which the rest of your life will be judged, a corporate slug or comatose binge freak, opposing force seeking death in the streets of Las Vegas, show teeth, violence, or death, nothing else will be tolerated.