I – Artist – Mein Tent Meister

I – Artist

Chapter Three – The Rise and Fall of Butterball

A friend gave me some writing advice…”Never explain! Never complain! “You can say this was the edict from King Nazi Victor, for in him lie – The Elusive German Victory. He would put on videos of World War Two and EXPLAIN to his young secretaries how Hitler – could have won. They were working in his home. One rebel woman kept calling him “Vic The Nazi” – to his face. He did not – COMPLAIN! The best way to describe my brother is quote from his major contribution to – The White Race!

“Most white people will think I am cold and heartless. They feel guilty that they have so much and so many others have so little. They want to help alleviate the suffering of the poor people of the world. But I warn you, you can only help them help themselves, and if they cannot do it for themselves there is little you can do. If you continue to subsidize the population explosion of these non-achieving races they will turn your culture into their culture and you will watch your children suffer the same low quality of life as theirs.

The most important thing you can do for them now is to stop the population explosion of these “poor” people. The sheer numbers are keeping them poor and “enslaving” them as cheap labor.

t should be clear by now that black Americans enjoy a much higher quality of life than they have earned. But they still see themselves as victims because they are not provided with economic parity to white people and they hate us for it. This is irrational because white people don’t do this for each other as explained above. Statistically there are twice as many poor white people than black people, but these poor whites don’t seem to get the same attention.”

Twice I was sent south to stay with grandma Mary, and my aunts, while Mark was sent to our father’s mother’s home in Roseville. He always came home with toys. One year he came home with a new cedar chest of toys. I never got toys – as part of the experiment. I was also not allowed to go in Grandpa Joe’s Garage – with Joe and Mark! Joe built that garage and Melba’s house. You can see the garage doors are open. They were closed at night, or, when Joe and Mark were doing their special bonding thing. Being a year younger, I was told I would be old enough – next summer. There are Joe’s tools in there. Well, Joe and I were never alone in that garage. As an Artist-Writer with an unlimited imagination, I can make all kinds of things happen in ‘The Old Roseville Garage’ How about a sitcom about White Supremacy practiced on Whites?

“Don’t be an ass! It has nothing to do with your black skin!”

“What did you just call me- peckerwood?”

The piece de resistance, was Old Joe’s Army Tent that he erected in the backyard after Rosemary called up Melba, and shouted’

“Stop giving my children enemas!”

Melba was very protective of her antique furniture she inherited from the Stuttmeisters, and was a firm believer in Feces and Urine Leakage, that children can not CONTROL like adults can. Vic claims his Stuttmeister aunts sexually molested him when he stayed with them, but, what they were doing was sticking a straw up his penis to get all the piss out. It’s a – German Thing – like having to get Mark’s permission to enter The Boy Meister’s Tent. Once inside, I saw a big stack of new comic books by my brothers cot. He told me I can only read the ones he was finished reading. Bit, I had to ask his permission.

“May I read this Uncle Scrooge comic?”

I did my best not to be hurt, and, be read. The adults’ around me were studying my High Levels of Low Self Esteem in order to get a clue as to what went wrong with their lives. They needed to be fed High Octane Self Esteem, mixed with ministering low esteem to all inferiors. At thirteen I told my artist friend, Bill Arnold, that I was The Presco Family Jew. He was impressed with my evaluation, my explanation for why – they are the lunatics – not me. And, instead of getting therapy, they experimented on me. If reading Marks USED comics, made him happy, I was amused! I adopted a Amuse a Nazi Program. I understood that Artists, Writers, and Actors – rebelled against males like Victor and Mark, Mark’s rein as Nazi Prince For A Day, began to crumble when he began to put on allot of weight. Rosemary called up Melba.

“Stop feeding Mark all that food. He’s getting as fat as a butterball!”

When Mark got around his skinny siblings, it became evident there was some kind of food abuse going on – that the neighbors noticed! What they noticed, was the Hawaiian hat he wore. He looked stupid in it. My friends were laughing – behind his back!

‘Your brother is a kiss-ass suck up mommas boy! What a chump!”

“True, but he is much more. He is Vic and Rosemary’s – GLARING FAILURE! They put all their chips on him – AND LOST! To cover up for this experiment gone wrong, they made me The Fulltime Lunatic. and Scapegoat. Mental illness is not inherited from the parents, but from the younger brother, who is The Bad Seed!” I love that movie, and the video of the Nazi Drummer Boy who is the brother my brother – deserved? Nope! He could not stand the competition.

I tell people of color…..it is not a matter of White Supremacy over people of color – and Jews, it is a matter of the burning need of some white folk, to feel superior to other white folk, When Hitler rose to power, he made plans to make millions of white people – inferior the the German White People again. He used the excuse that they needed to be conquered, because they are keeping the white race – down – by seeing all peoples as equals. Being a poor white was the result of being tolerant. Hitler and his gang studied the Confederacy. That they were not successful, was another major blow to Superior White People – who made millions of white people slaves in WW11.

It was very key for Vic and Rosemary to raise a POOR CHILD FAILURE – who needs to be taught a lesson – for the sake of the Neo-Nazi Empire! For me to even consider being A SUCCESS at seventy five, is very threatening to me, even though my natal family – is all dead. However, Mark may still be alive.

“Statistically there are twice as many poor white people than black people, but these poor whites don’t seem to get the same attention.”

While getting sober at Serenity Lane, the head counciled me one on one. Hillary said this in 1987;

“Have you considered you are your grandfathers?”

Vic and Rosemary’s fathers – were utter failures, a Bum and a Bohemian! They were out of the family when my parents were young. They wondered how different they would be if they had a successful MAN of the House. They set up a lab experiment. Mark is – the successful Father Figure! No way can I succeed! No fucking way!

Mark abandoned both his parents when he was sixteen, because……THEY WERE FAILURES!


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