You Didn't Dodge a Bullet, You Dodged a Missile, Part II

Demar Dotson.

I've mentioned before that I don't plan on doing many more posts on my experience in that shit hole called The Way of Yah Synagogue, and this post could be the one that leads to me writing a book regarding my experience in religion. There's only so many posts one can write about one subject. In my case, a book is a lot easier than putting out a bunch of blogs, and it's something I've been contemplating for a while.

I won't reveal the name of the book or when it will be released, but everything in the book will cover the things that I've talked about in my blogs concerning my experience in religion, particularly my experience at The Way of Yah Shitagogue, plus I will go more in-depth with some situations that took place.

Now, I didn't plan on doing a part two for this, but something came to mind the other night that I forgot about. I remember their "pastor" Henry Smith saying how he has all of these celebrities/athletes who watch him, as a matter of fact, one of his former members played in the NFL-- who will remain nameless-- and I remember one particular athlete who came through during one of the, as they used to call it,  "feast days" for a visit.

His is name Demar Dotson. He recently played offensive tackle for the Tampa Bay Buccaneers in the NFL. Demar, perhaps you didn't see me the week you visited, but you had on an all-black attire the night I saw you, and if you ever come across this post, I'm going to tell you the same thing I told the young man in my previous post: You didn't miss anything. You didn't miss shit. If anything, not only did you dodge a bullet, you dodged a missile.

You will be well received at first, well, being an NFL athlete, you probably would've been treated with more esteem, but in general, they will receive you as one of their own, make you feel as if they're closer than a family, then as time goes on, you will eventually see the masks fall off and find out that this "man of the Most High" is an arrogant, self-righteous, sadistic prick, and most of his members are a bunch of grimey, backstabbing bastards.

Some might say, "You're just mad because you got put out." Uh-uh. On the contrary. My anger comes from how I was treated. In retrospect, I'm glad he booted me off the plantation. They can have it. I don't have to worry about following those goofy rules and restrictions, and I don't have to sit through countless hours of hearing fairy tales from a book, followed by countless hours of pointless, bullshit meetings. To whoever my "replacement" is, I say to you, better you than me.

Overall, you did yourself a huge favor by not joining them. You saved yourself time, years and money. I wish I would've done the same. I made a huge mistake getting involved with those monkeys, but I've learned from it, and I will keep moving forward.