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SO PUFFIN, WE ARE RATHER GLUM TODAY

I am so glad that I was born so I could hate humanity and the desolation they have
created with their greed, desire and commerce.
Money, money, money is the god and was always was and will always be but nothing like todat.
Nothing but hoarding money and more money and more money....
No other concern.  None.
No concern for the other, the unfortunate other.
Never a nice word or a sentence or a  gesture.
Just being, "Busy" So very "Busy" in search of money and more money and coldness and more
coldness and hatred for the color of skin, the darker races, they want them to disappear from their sight, just disappear and die.
Most of the white middle class in cities away from NY hate dark skin people.
The streets where white have bought property really cheap and boarded up to renovate and develop later on when the time is right for the upsurge in real estate to sell for enormous amount of money,
those streets are desolate and depressed.
The Columbia street in Hudson Ny is one example except the huge Helsinki club is where famous people from Ny are booked to perform and Warren Street where all the antique dealers are so they can buy cheap and sell with great profit from Madison Ave and all the cafes where the dealers can stuff themselves after they have bought the antiques.
Except that everything in Hudson Ny is desolate and depressing.
All the blacks are on Columbia Street, no black is buying antiques on Warren street and eating the expensive bistros.
'Blacks are not allowed on warren St ..When they come they are being sneered upon.
The famous people like Sandra Bernhard's posters were outside the Helsinki club.
After being on Columbia St and seeing the demise of black shacks in the shadow of white Warren St I for the first time was utterly grateful for not being famous because if I were I would be performing at Helsinki club and will have to see the difference between the rich and poor within a block...When I say poor, I mean poor blacks....
 I would be so sad that my act would have no humor in it and the white people from Warren street would boo me off the stage because how dare I not entertain white people while I am dark skinned person.
The reason they put me on, if they would do that at all is for their entertainment only so I can make
fun of my skin color, my accent, my culture and my religion especially when that religion is the
target of the day.....
And the bed and breakfast place, pricey as hell and please don't even get me started...the mattress so soft, so soft as if you have fallen into an ocean  of jelly and would never be able to come up again till
the day you die......
I broke my back and ran back to good almighty NYC and kept having the feeling of being in a sinking drowning ship from that awful mattress and the most awful of owner, a programmed robot,
a total control freak, totally mental and neurotic.
For days after that mattress experience I felt I was in a Hollow grave, going down deeper and deeper and deeper and my ass sinking deeper and deeper with the memory of the shittiest possible mattress I have ever encountered and the expense of more money, hundreds of dollars for accupunture to fix my back.
Jesus, give me abreak from Hudson NY and from the hell called The B&B and the rich people hustling to make more and more and more money till they drop dead.
It was called, A TRIP UPSTATE
WHERE UPSTATE/
HUDSON NY........