Fools Die For Want Of Wisdom Peter Tosh

I can't say My GranDDADDY was much of a "conversationalist" . He really didn't talk much. He was definately the tall, handsome, silent type. But, when he did talk, it was pure wisdom! The holy, un-compromised Truth! Raw! No sugar coating! And, what ever Truth he laid on you, never expect him to tell you more than twice.

GranDDADDY was a wise man! He was a good man, truly a Southern Gentleman. Smooth. Handsome. Kind. But, most importantly, a Truth Teller. My GranDADDY would not lie for you.

Sure, he certainly appreciated not having to lie for you. But, he was the type to tell you the Truth about your consequences. He would definately point out how you brought pain and misery on yourself. My "mother" never listened. As a matter of fact, s/he took so much pride in always successfully swindling, fleecing every life s/he touched, s/he never heard him.

Plus, martha just loved being CRUEL! s/he was SADISTIC!!!

For some reason , he kept rescuing my "mother", his daughter from all of her filthy deeds. He always absorbed her financial diasasters So, s/he really had no reason to ever rob and Murder him. Other than the fact, s/he was Demon Possessed!

The low whore actually believed my grandfather feared her. That s/he was bullying him, terrorizing and intimidating him,

No, low slut, he was doing his best to protect his Grand Children! People you hated. People you always pretended to blame for your sorry ass life.

You knew better.

It is all cool, now. Your shit is in the wind. Now, in death, you look stupid-ER! Bitch! Just how did you plan to use GOD, The HOLY SPIRIT, to defeat GOD, The HOLY SPIRIT!?

People can repent or they can ROT! WE all have Free Will!

*******THE GWEN DOSTER DIARIES*******
Saturday, April 9, 2021

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