Are you not surprised?

 

 

Are you not surprised? Sean Combs tap danced past poking, doping, and stroking. Not as squeaky clean as the late great OJ but right up there in the top five of the exclusive club founded by Lizzy (Hatchet Face) Borden way back in the late nineteenth century when men were men, women were women and LBGTQs were, well . . .  NOT! Praise the Lord and pass the Chitlins! Where the white women at?

Was that racist enough for you. Well, hang on. It’s gonna get worse. And it don’t have a thing to do with anybody’s complexion. Everybody’s got one. They don’t call me Bill the Butcher because I like brisket. It is an old rule of thumb intimated to me by Johnny Paycheck; Them that’s gots gets! Loosely translated that means Money talks and 🐂 💩 walks. Quick review of the three rules of life:

1.        Money buys everything

2.        People are no damn good

3.        And if you nail two things together that have never been nailed together before, you will get rich

Boy! That hurt, didn’t it? Not as bad as riding a bicycle without a seat but a real attention getter if you steal that bike. What would Jesus say about this?

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

In the Diddy retranslation it reads Do unto others BEFORE they do unto you. Men like Sean expect no better. They been doing unto others all their life with the others complete cooperation. You are imagining that moguls have the same mindset as John Q Public. Au Contrairé. You, me, and most likely everyone you know go along to get along because we have come to understand that in spite of all that crap about men being created equal, that equality fades right after the cord is cut and some men are more equal than others. And that lady with the blindfold measures justice by the shilling. Are you not surprised?

And I will piss you virgins off a little more. All those so-called victims got what they deserved. Combs didn’t set up a kiosk in a Walmart parking lot with a sign reading Sign up here for a freak off! He didn’t give speeches at high school commencements about the waiting fame out there in the rappin’ tappin’ world. They beat his door down for a place at the table but they discovered during the trial that they can stab him with their steely knives, but they just can’t kill the beast. 

Jesus told us that his kingdom was not of this world. He waits on the flip side. You gotta believe! If you will note, a good portion of the parables deal with skirting people like Sean Combs. And I’m gonna make you madder. He’s gonna spit all them hooks before it’s all over, eventually dying in bed with somebody’s high school cheerleader sister. So what’s it all about?

Virtue is its own reward. Don’t let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, and there is no lemonade stand in Hell. Consider this: If Combs gets away with it what’s that to you? If God rewards him you will never figure it out. If you live a common life and die in bed surrounded by family, what difference does it make WHO Diddy dies in bed with? Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Do unto as Combs does, you gonna get Diddy results. If you can live with that more power to you. Uh, Jesus sits on the right side of the throne. Ever wonder who sits on the left?

And the LORD said unto Satan, whence comest thou? Then Satan answered the LORD, and said, From going to and fro in the earth, and from walking up and down in it.

The Elon Musk of heaven. Old Scratch!

And he runs  a freakoff party that will freak you out! And on that day, you WILL be surprised!