Priest App
Father’s on a mission—
fucking anything moving.
Finding soft targets, firing
his heat-seeking Hellfire
Missile into any orifice the
Devil may be hunkered down in
Father, weaponized, is waging
his ‘one man’ war on sin. Putting
himself in harm’s way. The bell
tower’s his black site. He puts
boots on the ground, shorts on
the ground, panties on the ground
practicing enhanced interrogation
And the Papacy plays Musical
Priests—after Father has fucked
up enough lives in a locale
And the jig’s up! The Papacy
switches on its APP centuries
old. The Papacy switches on its
tried, tested, true, foolproof APP:
Apologies Payouts Pedophilia (to
be continued…)
Cedric Robinson’s Black Marxism brought me to Marxism and not the other way around.
This book brings the indispensable voice of Malcolm X into our current political and social climate.
When Trump’s federal cops snatched people off the street in Portland, folks cried “fascist,” but that’s an everyday occurrence in Black and brown New York.
It would be lunacy to send troops to Detroit, as Trump has threatened. “This is pre-emptive warfare.”
We owe it to our ancestors and our incarcerated comrades to escalate the struggle against the white settler state and its imperial capitalist order.
