Bloodthirsty Blacks Head-Kicked Genius White!

  My sister has lived for about forty years in a little town with no violence. Now, her son gets knocked to the ground and kicked in the head. He is white, and they were black. For years, the town has had only two blacks, now there are about twenty, and there is this. As he was on the ground, he yelled at them, "What do you want? What do you want?" No answer, but apparently someone heard him because the police were there right after he ran away from them. My nephew is tall and slim and has this ability to lie on his back and spring up to his feet. He did this with his attackers, surprising them and getting away. My sister is upset that this kind of violence has happened in a previously safe town. This is the sister who was kidnapped by a black, taken to his home and raped. He was either insane or simple because she persuaded him to let her go, promising she'd be back for more. My anger about the incident is intensified knowing that my nephew Slim is a genius. Even as a little boy, he was picked to attend the Johns Hopkins' program for talented students to go to a college or university during the summer. Slim just got his master's in the autism field. Maybe he by himself or working with other talented people will find a better way to help the autistic. Just maybe that invention will make him a lot of money and increase the wealth of this nation just as the computer did. But here he is, getting that genius head kicked by three thugs.
  I saw Bulletproof ending  her five and a half mile run the other day. She runs in my extra-extra large T-shirts which come almost down to her knees. Nothing sexy about that. When I saw her, she was bent over with fatigue to such a degree that you couldn't see her face, only her sun visor. She looked about three feet tall and was running with much difficulty. Also, she kept  thrusting her right arm up into the air. I told the guy in the car with me that she looked like she was crazy person running and that might  might be a turn-off for rapists. I asked her later about thrusting her arm into the air, and she said she was keeping time to the music. Whatever gets a 65 year-older through almost a six mile run! But she did  have an episode recently that scared her. She said a man stopped twice, glaring at her and finally going on. Now she says she will get a gun. Follow-through is everything though. You might remember that before this she said she wouldn't even take bear spray with her. She hasn't gotten the gun yet but is taking a stun-baton with her. But a club can overcome that or even an good crescent kick can.
 Tessa, the yellow lab, is able to walk sometimes with a belt you get from veterinary supplies. The rest of the time, Seal and Bulletproof carry her. She's completely nonplussed with her setback. Bulletproof is letting me buy burgers for her at MacDonald's again. She needs treats now. A sweet little rescued dog I named Shady Lady because she is all black has a tumor on the front of her mouth. So what do you do? Pay to have it removed or pay the mortgage? Happy Trails, Two-Guns.