Is she going to be a problem?

 So here's the critical issue of our area...you have the southern dynamic, which isn't at all what's on the television screen, in the his-tory books, or you know really ever going to be at the humanitarian gala considering you know, a particular tie, say of the New York Yacht Club and Southern Plantations, shhhh... So naturally, one from the Northeast, is clearly the racist-free agent, like the European crew, PTC. In no way could the possibly be getting played. After all, matters are so much more...astute. And yet, let me reflect on the guys, of my design, who are now dead, and we were close as we made our way through high school. The one's who connected already sensing the stigmatization in middle school, and then keeping matters disassociated among the smiling faces, of their newfound money from across the Atlantic and their embrace of the new megachurches, like crossroads. Let's get to it. So, the South, and yet that distinction the South...well there is the divide, north and south. There are legitimate storylines, yes, and yet a divide can always be used, like Catholic-Protestant, Gay-Straight, Hutu-Tutsi, Christian-Jewish, Sunni-Shia, etc...divides are always useful. Of which, it isn't about answers but asking the right questions. For example, we have Palestine-Israel, we have Ukraine-Russia, and yet nothing in-between. Of shared communities who aren't so into these odd divides, loving each other across those lines within proximity, and yet that isn't ever to be "live" on the television screen or in the books. Of course not, then the role of the book and the television isn't going to work so well, in terms of how matters can get played. 

Not to really believe what I say, or even considering matters as conspiratorial. Rather one can trace matters themselves. So back to the South and the divide. Yes, the portrayal of the South simply a dichotomy, among people colonially differentiated among arbitrary characteristic, like blue eyes vs green eyes, or maybe green eyes vs brown eyes, only it's skin, white vs black because that makes so much fucking sense. And naturally the design that enlist the needed killing fields is a simple dichotomy in the mirror, body-to-body, among an incessant struggle, and yet, that's not how the killing fields are able to enlist. Rather, it's a dichotomy squared, of a diversity utilizing the body-to-body divide, gunning for another diversity, bleeding hearts, aka calico cat of love, raising suspicion, concern, running the intelligence to gun for these types that emphasize process over embodiment, creative play over supremacist allure, as the diversity that sets the divide fights hard to end the struggle that is so fucking useful to veil their measures that aim for the others violence. Of course, the over the pond crew here, and the northeast crew that came into town when I was in middle and high school, you couldn't tell them that. You couldn't say a fucking thing because they know all about the south, including the terrible inhumane tradition of the south, brought to you by a boat-set crew tied to the New York Yacht club. Yes love. You totally got it. It's the southern white bodies and the southern black bodies, simpletons, in the mirror, struggling, as the dichotomy gunning, of a diversity play into your stunted notions, to help gun for those of a design that families over the pond would already know, are going to be caught up in the cross-hairs, if not dunked in water, if not tied to a fire, if not hanging from a tree, if not just caught up in a misfortunate event, like on the margins (church intelligence works wonders for that shit, just remember keep it nice and veiled, keep it uncle tom and kkk with a rainbow flag)...oh poor dear, losing their job yet again...nothing to do with performance, just you know...I mean when a network can do whatever the please...yes, we stacke the files, we cherry-picked the anecdotes...based on our good word, they are someone who needs to be let go, again, and again, and again...all the way to hardship, hell, and yes, the sad, sad, misfortunate event that the group gunning, angels of peace, can now use for their close up candlelight vigil. We just don't know what's going on. This fire was always burning since the world was turning...it's just so...unfortunate and just so...hands falling conveniently short. So again, it's the dichotomy squared, aka the dichotomy sandwhich with the calico cat of love getting sandwhiched into hell, and when money comes to town, and the KKK-Uncle Tom crew get into the ears of you know the one's who are to be of a concern, the simple-minded southern idiot, who graduated from one of the best universities in the fucking world...right! Granted, naturally with the helping hand of the family unit, it was simply a trafficking play, even though it never was, but you can think you were moving the pieces all day long, two faced fucks. I don't care. It wasn't the case at all, and I've been keeping tabs on how the guys, designed like me, were killed off, even as you, with the help of your European counterparts, who I seriously doubt they realized what they were assisting, would prefer to sweep this matter under the rug. Not happening. No way in fucking hell will that ever happen. 

And maybe now, even for these newbies in PTC we can review what that matter of being southern actually means, how it is used...including exploring the forms of racism around the world and following that racism isn't a mere manifestation, dichotomy in the mirror, but an actual behavior that manifest a variety of forms, of which racism framed as a dichotomy in the mirror, puts the entire killing field into play, and can certainly sweet talk those belonging to families of certain measures into a measure of contradictory form. I mean, your family members were killed off in a similar fashion, and yet in the quest for humanity we serve a dichotomy in the mirror to gun for the calico cat of love yet again. Doesn't really make a lot of sense, does it? I can't say it's easy to follow matters of a region when one has dropped in, but to carry on like one couldn't possibly ever be played is fucking absurd, and yes, I think that entire orientation fucked a lot folks, of my design over, who aren't here today. By all means though, do try to sweep this under the rug. You know, it was just a southern matter, and yet nothing in-between, of asking the right questions. Why this need to conceptualize with the divides given that are so cleanly cut?  What are you about? 

It's not to say everyone missed the memo, rather in all avenues and forums there will be minds of rigor, orienting toward process, tracing the design, including tracing matters beyond seeing is believing, as the air we breathe still does exist. Meanwhile in these avenues will be irrational minds who most certainly play up to seeing is believing therefore the air we breathe doesn't exist, of the illogical standard, who think in terms of embodiment, including supremacist allures, always a fan of assuming the intelligence of a fuck you money member, and naturally Marilyn Monroe gets the pass and Norma Jean needs to be erased. Of which, yes, racism is merely a manifestation. That's it. I see nothing else. What do you mean there was a white sheet in your yard burning something. What sheet burns something in one's yard?  Again, this matter of questioning...this matter of tracing the behaviors, she had no eyes, that would manifest the matters, and yet, to lend oneself to a particular framing of the event, to lend oneself, to questioning in a way that further assists the irrationalization of one being irrationalized, and in great irony, to then veil among humanitarian brand, diversity, and the like. I mean killing?  I didn't see anyone with a gun pulling a trigger?  These guys were just irresponsible, no one among the churches running the intelligence at all, and no newfound network of money playing the assist, as the diversity in the mirror sweet talks, in the name of humanity, this poor dear shall bleed to fucking death...so we can make matters more peaceful, loving, humane, in line with the value system over the pond.  It's just so easy, have a simplified, lazy ass notion of what the south is, and just go with the good word at the surface. Nothing bad is going to happen there!