The Unmitigated Gall

Heading into 2020, there's a few things concerning my experience at that so-called synagogue that I want to get off my chest. I planned on writing this months ago, but they were other matters that came up. As I mentioned in my "Poking the Bear" post, I want to address what made me start to gradually look at their "leader" Henry differently in 2015. Looking back, I realize this dude is a feminine ass bitch, masking in masculinity.

It started with a brother's meeting that year. Henry was asking some of the brothers about marriage. Speaking of which, that's another reason I'm glad to no longer be there, he was one of those negroes trying to brow beat and pressure people into getting married, but then in the same breath, tell them not to rush into a marriage. Go figure.

Anyway, marriage is not anything I'm interested in right now. I'm on the fence at best about that subject, so shaming tactics such as claiming one's trying to avoid responsibility-- which one fake, four-eyed bitch was quick to repeat; she repeated everything that nigger said-- or whatever other goofy shit was not going to change my mind.

Then the subject of what we look for in a woman came up. Long story short, I simply said what I look for a woman is someone who is attractive inwardly and on the outside, I NEVER SAID she had to be a beauty queen. Somehow, I wasn't "being practical" according to him. Till this day, I don't see where I was being impractical. Anyone in their right mind would want someone with a balance of (at least) decent looks and good inner characteristics. I have no problem with a woman who would expect the same from me, and move on if she didn't see that, but the negro was implying that I was being one-sided. No, I wasn't, dumb shit.

He then goes in on my looks. This wasn't the first time he did that, and to me, a man judging another man's looks, especially in the same manner as a woman is highly suspect. Why the fuck he was so concerned about my looks was beyond me. Then he points out a dude in the meeting, saying this guy can get a "beautiful woman." Very wise. This man's supposed to be a preacher, but he's doing instigating bullshit like this.

I figured the dude he singled out would view himself as better at that point. He was empty-headed enough to do it; I can tell because his attitude towards me changed after that meeting. Besides, even if he can get an attractive woman, I doubt if he could keep her. That dude had the IQ of fertilizer.

Then I was asked to name a woman that I find attractive. Looking back, I realized it was a paradox trap; in other words, regardless of what answer I gave, it would've been the wrong answer. However, when people are asked this question, they usually will use a celebrity as a mere example, which is what I simply did. Most people will not mention someone they know personally. This motherfucker took what I said to imply that I wanted this celebrity-- I won't mention her name-- or someone of that caliber, and dragged me for three fucking years about that shit like a messy bitch.

During this feast, I had a few conversations with a woman who makes Lizzo look like Jessica Alba. One thing I've learned about "black" people is that collectively, they're very childish and petty, and a lot of these yardbirds were no different. Just because a man is having a conversation with a woman doesn't mean he's interested in a fucking relationship.

Knowing that I was dealing with mostly childish people, and the fact that this woman was desperate for a relationship, I started keeping my distance but to no avail, because my concerns came to pass. Next thing I knew, I'm getting text messages such as one from a loud mouth coon about her being my woman. I had to correct him on that. He tells me, "You heard what preacher said." No motherfucker, you heard what I said, that's not my woman. I never co-signed that shit.

I figured this bitch was going to try to use Henry's position to trap me into something with her, and she proved me right.She thought she was smarter than me, and she viewed me as weak, which she wasn't the only one but I have way more resolve than people think. I saw her bullshit coming a mile away, and there was no way that shit was going to happen.

One would think that common logic and sense would tell someone if they have to go through that subterfuge to try to get someone, you don't need that person, nor should you want a relationship with that person, but oh well.

When I set the record straight that wasn't the case, I prepared for the inevitable. I know the negro, and whenever they call themselves hooking you up with someone or low-key trying to force someone on you, and you refuse, here comes the shaming language, and Henry didn't disappoint. Like a typical negro, he goes in on my looks (again) during a single's meeting on October of that year.

As I've said before, I saw this coming and I braced myself. This bitch nigger got mad because I refused to take someone he called himself picking for me, when I never asked to be with her in the first fucking place, that was his bright ass idea. He took it upon himself to do that goofy shit. Of course, this would be denied, but I know that's what it was because I had folded and took the chocolate covered Jabba the Hut, it wouldn't have been none of that bullshit.

This told me a lot about what he thought of me and the type of person he really is. He could hurl vitriol and call me ugly all he wants, I still wasn't taking that motherfucker! It was my way of telling him "fuck you" without actually telling him that. I also think part of it was to get a laugh. Try to get me to "take one for the team," launch personal attacks when I refuse, then throw the whole ordeal in my face later, making jokes about the shit.

By the way, Henry, you'll eat a chair before I get an attractive woman? Get the seasoning salt, motherfucker. You don't know me as well as you think you do. You don't know what woman I can or can't get. You made the same mistake most dumb fucks make, and that's look at me and assume stuff.

This also expands into the so-called black community. Somehow, regardless how the woman looks, her size, her attitude or her personality, she can have the pick of the litter and it's okay for her to have standards, but it's a problem when brothers have standards. He's supposed to take whoever he can get, otherwise, be subjected to shaming language. Oh well, I guess we have a problem, then. This ridiculous, hypocritical shit is expected by most sisters in our race, but you have some of these male negroes doing the same thing.

This brings me to the picture in this post. I won't mention the broad's name, but the image should give one an idea of her name. A year later, some of the brothers and sisters had a meaningless discussion by the sound system in the sanctuary. This Shrek looking broad goes on a disgruntled rant, talking about brothers who didn't want the wildebeest I mentioned, then talks about how brothers don't have this and that, but they want this and that. Typical shaming language. Some brothers have to hear about what they have or don't have because they don't want somebody. Fuck you, bitch! You and anybody who's on that bullshit.

Then she uses one dude and whoever those "few" were to try to piss on the other brothers. I'm looking at this cunt, thinking: "Whether I was Warren Buffet or someone on the streets, I still wouldn't look your way." It's usually warth hogs like her who looks like that and have the nerve to talk shit.