You know, not too many weeks ago I tried to watch a movie on Netflix with my husband. Samuel L. Jackson played in it, but the title of it escapes me at the moment. I kept turning my head and finally left the room because of the violence in the movie. I tried to watch it, but just couldn’t. Just too gory for me.
Now I find myself wishing that the character were real and here now to avenge the evil perpetrated on this child. I could darn well do it myself given the opportunity.
The scar she will have to carry for the rest of her life will run deep and her world will forever be marred by this ... this ... barbaric act. Words just fail me.
May God in His mercy fade the memory day by day until it’s only a blur for the little girl and grant her a special joy to override such an horrific deed.
The evil, evil, evil, eeeevil bastards. The lot of them.
And who the hell was Quanell IX???
[And who the hell was Quanell IX???]
One of Holder’s New Black Panther Party buddies.
Must be Man of Fire. My Dad liked it, so I started watching it with him, but I wouldn’t finish watching it.
Quannnel XLax is well known race baiter that exploits racial tension for his own gain. In these parts, he’s more of a joke than an concern.