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Southwest Airlines by Frankie Dawson

May your hospitality boomerang in your face


SOUTHWEST ARILINES FLIGHT 2862 DEPART ONT CA 10:25 AM to DAL 3:10 PM

When I say the white man is in control, you had better believe it. Listen I don't want to give him all the credit. I am aware other fucks are testing me too. On Saturday, February 15, 2020, the day after Valentine’s Day, I boarded SouthWest flight 2862 to take me home to Dallas, Texas.

Usually, I would have to be searched and always a black female bitch would check my vulva. Not this time, glory! I was home safe, no harassment, I could just enjoy the flight. NOT!

As I was walking down the plank to enter the plane; the pilot was staring at me with a half-grin, the kind of look I get when people have been warned a “disturbed veteran is aboard”

As an Air Traffic Controller, I used to ride in the cockpit with the pilot and engineer of commercial flights to critique them on flights. They don’t usually stand outside the cockpit unless they want to see something, or have been warned of something.

This loud, gray-haired white man was loudly joking to the crew, even the stewardess' were laughing as they were doing their emergency drill. I knew something was up because of the blatant joking. This white male passenger had them all under his control. I told you white men were like pack dogs, they travel in packs and this fucker was there to make sure they would get a good show.

He wanted to push my button so the nice folk could see how a ""sick Niggar veteran" would act. We don't mess with the Niggar males, just the females. We can get away with it with no repocussions! Ain't that right, white man?

Like all veterans, we have a 7th sense, that’s something you acquire without even knowing you have it when you serve. I call it discernment, James 1:5 says If you lack wisdom, ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you.

The crew was very rude, my only defense is quietness in public when things like this happen.

After disembarking the plane…

You know what, rather than go through a long drawn out explanation... You Asians and Mexicans like to put your children in my pathway. Is it because they, Mr. White man, hates you more than, Niggars, and you want to disobey the rules...maybe you hate Niggars and want the freedom you think we have? Huh?


I stopped in the airport as this little 2-year-old Asian, Oriental girl waddled into my path. Where were her parents?

This little Mexican boy around 5 years old, turned around and stared at me on another occasion, father and mother present.


Now, the reason I know these children were coerced is that I know their culture. Just like the Asian woman that tried to get me to have sex with her in the dressing room by wiping her ass in my face at the Lifetime Fitness Gym in Mansfield, TX. This shit is all staged. They are playing a game. But I win…


I mean every word of Psalm 109... He sent His Word and healed ME

Psalm 109

For the director of music. Of David. A psalm.

  1. My God, whom I praise, do not remain silent, for people who are wicked and deceitful have opened their mouths against me; they have spoken against me with lying tongues. With words of hatred they surround me; they attack me without cause. In return for my friendship they accuse me, but I am a man of prayer. They repay me evil for good, and hatred for my friendship.

  2. Appoint someone evil to oppose my enemy; let an accuser stand at his right hand. When he is tried, let him be found guilty, and may his prayers condemn him. May his days be few; may another take his place of leadership. May his children be fatherless and his wife a widow. 10 May his children be wandering beggars; may they be driven[a] from their ruined homes. 11 May a creditor seize all he has; may strangers plunder the fruits of his labor. 12 May no one extend kindness to him or take pity on his fatherless children. 13 May his descendants be cut off, their names blotted out from the next generation. 14 May the iniquity of his fathers be remembered before the Lord; may the sin of his mother never be blotted out. 15 May their sins always remain before the Lord, that he may blot out their name from the earth.

  3. 16 For he never thought of doing a kindness, but hounded to death the poor and the needy and the brokenhearted. 17 He loved to pronounce a curse— may it come back on him. He found no pleasure in blessing— may it be far from him. 18 He wore cursing as his garment; it entered into his body like water, into his bones like oil. 19 May it be like a cloak wrapped about him, like a belt tied forever around him. 20 May this be the Lord’s payment to my accusers, to those who speak evil of me.

  4. 21 But you, Sovereign Lord, help me for your name’s sake; out of the goodness of your love, deliver me. 22 For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me. 23 I fade away like an evening shadow; I am shaken off like a locust. 24 My knees give way from fasting; my body is thin and gaunt. 25 I am an object of scorn to my accusers; when they see me, they shake their heads.

  5. 26 Help me, Lord my God; save me according to your unfailing love. 27 Let them know that it is your hand, that you, Lord, have done it. 28 While they curse, may you bless; may those who attack me be put to shame, but may your servant rejoice. 29 May my accusers be clothed with disgrace and wrapped in shame as in a cloak.

  6. 30 With my mouth I will greatly extol the Lord; in the great throng of worshipers I will praise him. 31 For he stands at the right hand of the needy, to save their lives from those who would condemn them.

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