“You must be out of your mind! Why would I do a thing like that?” I said.
“I take care of the 18 months olds…where is this eight-year-old girl that said I put her in the trash can?”
I stormed out of the office, returning to the daycare room where I cared for the little ones.
Whenever I wrote a check for the school I put P.P.B.C.P. It was a friendly place to work, white Baptists are very accepting, at least at that time they were. Even though I worked there, I had to pay for my son’s stay.
This was in contrast to me directing airplane traffic with FAA (Federal Aviation Administration) and now potty training two-year-olds. I would sit and reminisce as I watched the kids play. But that was a different season in my life.
This was at the Plymouth Park Baptist Church Preschool in Irving, Texas on Story Road about 28 years ago.
During that time, my youngest son was just a baby, I thought it would be a good thing for me to work at the preschool so I could be near him.
I remember the lady taking care of him, my son. Her name was Delight, she was so kind. She reported to me daily how my son was doing. I was so thankful. I even went to play with him on my breaks, he was so precious to me.
After many miscarriages, (I would not give up), even the pastor at our church, Word of Faith, approached me, not my husband, but approached me to adopt.
I now know this was the United States Air Force Gestapo. Every time I lost a baby; they would announce it to the church. I had lost my daughter previously, and now I believe Dr. Lieb, the Jewish doctor that had made it possible for me to deliver my oldest son, was coerced into NOT taking me as a patient when I was pregnant with my daughter.
This Indian woman doctor saw me, but was very afraid of me, just like at the white woman doctor at the Veterans Hospital on Lancaster in Dallas, now. She never touched me, I didn’t know at the time, the Air Force was telling her to not treat me.
This organization, Nazi bastards, good-ole-Joe’s, fellow veterans whether the government, military, Ku Klux Klan (which is integrated, now, it costs nothing for a Niggar to kill another Niggar) is very powerful and have many people afraid of them and obeying them. I don't care what your name is, You are doomed.
My daughter died in my womb, I even had labor pains. I wanted her so. I wanted a relationship with her that I have never experienced with women even though I had a good mother and sisters.
They never told me what caused my daughter’s death, even after an autopsy. Thank you United States Air Force. Like you couldn’t do anything about it, you condoned it…veterans killing veterans. When will it stop? I say Now, stop…Mark 11:23 I speak to this mountain to be cast into the sea!!! It’s a spirit, principalities, powers, rulers of darkness. Go…witchcraft, occult, I cut silver cords and lay lines in the Name of Jesus.
Why do you keep blaming them, the military, you ask? It was like that in the military… they were vicious, they meant to kill, not the enemy, but the ones on their side that refused to join their little hate groups, their little clicks. It was and still is about power, domination. The devil through the media has you looking at congress…Don’t blame politics, they have no power. The military is its own government…they do what they want to do. They rape and kill and every once in a while tell you, the public about someone being court marshaled Fragmented military with whites dominating. Dark-skinned blacks (women included, but skin really dark) so blinded by racial inferiority that they would do anything, including killing their own for white approval. Now the light-skinned Niggars are accepted, they do the same thing. God, deliver us!
Dr. Lieb came to his senses and put me in the hospital when I became pregnant with my youngest son, The insurance would not permit me to have the special equipment I needed to stay at home. They even had a white woman to come spy on me when I was in the hospital, they wanted to make sure this baby would not make it. Mean, mean…
I stayed for 40 days in the hospital with my son. Now I was twice a mother. two boys.
Back to the trash can.
I was taking care of 18 little two-year-olds, I had a system where every morning I had their potty’s ready for them. It worked as they were all potty trained when they graduated.
There was one little beautiful blonde blue-eyed girl named Sarah Classen that came in crying and fighting every morning.
She would always go and pull the hair of this little blonde boy’s hair, his name was Frankie, like my name.
He was quiet, his mama dressed him very well. He was anxious because he knew that “mean old Sarah was going to pull his hair like she did every morning.
This particular morning, I told Frankie to defend himself and pull her hair back. That stopped that. She never pulled his hair again.
I kept an eye on Sarah C. as there were two little girls named Sarah in my group and the grandmother that worked at the daycare didn’t want me nor the school to mix up her granddaughter with “white trash”. Why was she, “white trash”? Because I believed the administration knew that baby was being molested, but wouldn’t or couldn’t say anything!
I went to the superintendent a nice old white woman, on down the line. I showed them semen in the baby’s pull-ups, semen in her potty. What did they say? Nothing. So I called the Irving, Texas police Know what they said? “She’s too little to talk, so we can’t do anything.”
Then, one day they sent in a frail, looked to be around 14 or 15-year-old sandy-haired white boy. He must have been a relative. Sarah was kicking and fighting and crying just like she used to do with little Frankie, in fact, this boy looked like little Frankie.
I deducted they were working on my sympathy. They shouldn’t have let that boy do what he was doing to that little girl. I wonder where she is today? I prayed hard for Sarah C., I couldn’t do anything else. I hoped she grew up to be a fine woman.
Now, to retaliate and show their power. As I said, this little 8-year-old came into the room and left, she kept smiling, looking evil. I got a call over the PA system, they called me to the office.
“Frankie, we have a report that a little girl said you put her in a trash can!”
“What little girl? I don’t keep a trash can in my area because they are too young to know what it’s for, I don’t want them playing in it and besides they can’t talk, yet!”
“What little girl told you this? “
Nervously she said, “Well, never mind, we know you would never do anything like that, go back to work.”
Almost 30 years later, do you hear me?, the military, United States Air Force, is testing me putting little “white girls” in my path. It’s usually with a white daddy. Why would you use your child to coerce somebody?
Hey, maybe they are trying to prove a 30-year-old lie!
Was a lie reported on my invisible record in retaliation for reporting molestation in the Baptist Church Preschool? How diabolical. You thought I would be dead! You thought I wouldn’t remember.
Now I understand why white pricks keep following me with their daughters.
At first, it was Niggar children, then Mexican, then Indians from India at the airport, that’s another story, the Indian man had to pinch my butt to get me to participate in their little escapade, I’ll tell about that later.
I’m sharing this with you to pray for the military, pray for our country. You had better know Jesus. Get in the Word, people. I’m not talking about doomsday. I’m talking about payback!
1And he spake a parable unto them to this end, that men ought always to pray, and not to faint;
2Saying, There was in a city a judge, which feared not God, neither regarded man:
3 And there was a widow in that city; and she came unto him, saying, Avenge me of mine adversary.
4 And he would not for a while: but afterward he said within himself, Though I fear not God, nor regard man;
5 Yet. because this widow troubleth me, I will avenge her, lest by her continual coming she weary me.
6And the Lord said, Hear what the unjust judge saith.
7 And shall not God avenge his own elect, which cry day and night unto him, though he bear long with them?
8 I tell you that he will avenge them speedily. Nevertheless when the Son of man cometh, shall he find faith on the earth?
This is the Decade of Declaration on the Hebrew calendar.
Christians, use your mouth…declare some good stuff.