A year ago I wrote a chapter for my Bond book. Victoria has a black secretary. I wanted her to be played by Shaunette Rene Wilson, who was a hit in the movie Black Panther. A Loyalty Test is taken, not unlike the one we see unveiled by POTUS and his evangelical MIND-FUCK players. What is becoming apparent, thirty million white republican women are fake Christians. They are caught up in a social Gossip Squad that likes to judge their neighbors. They want to be WINNERS!
I might be one of the few white men who has admitted they were a Former Racist. I did so in front of a woman writer who knew real Black Panthers. I told a black man who was present, my Rosamond ancestors owned slaves in South Carolina. Are there and Grand Master of the KKK in my family roots? Here I am getting down, and – getting back to where I once belonged! This is my channeled character in my Bond book. Wee Willy.
I think Captain Fubar should resign and get back to his Penthouse!
“Get down – and do the Love Chicken!”
“Well, today’s the BIG DAY! You’re off to see The Wizard!” piped Kwiang’o Nattitude the receptionist – with a wink.
“Yeah. Right!” Victoria said with a accent of a true skeptic, she already accessing this was going to be a psychological test of some kind that she must pass before she becomes a BAD agent. She was well-prepared. Reading a million coats of arms had taken her to a place very few have gone. How important people want to be seen, and remembered, is utterly strange. Their arms are living eulogies and summation of their being.
“Am I going to be given a Rorschach Test?” Victoria inquired, she fearing this would be the case and the end of her career, because all she sees is coats of arms in the ink blotches. She had spent days clearing her mind so the Wizard can get to her deep subconcoceince and look…
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