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Sunday, April 21, 2019

RP: Christians Celebrate the Holocaust of 100,000,000 Native Americans and Just a Few Million Jews, Queers, etc. / Easter Just Hasn't Been the SAME for Me Since Dad Died Easter Morning, 2014:

For WIDER GRAPHICS: https://theweathercontinues.blogspot.com/2019/04/christians-celebrate-holocaust-of.html

I've had it with the Christians, their hatred of God and the White Supremacy -- when the New Testament clearly says that SLAVES must obey their Masters, as if the Masters were JESUS!!!

Black Africans and Irish were kept in slavery in what is today the United States so FUCK ALL BLACKS and IRISH DOUBLE -- if they are Christians!!!

FUCK ALL CHRISTIANS

Christian Rev. Al Sharpton dating the 24 year old BOOTY QUEEN Aisha McShaw.

That's better: Al Sharpton with Kim Jong Un's HAIR!!!

St. John-Paul II TOTAL MOTHER-FUCKER for JESUS!!!

Dad and me in Norwood (Cincinnati), Ohio, late 1951.

My First Kiss, 1952. Mickey's polio braces are outside the frame. As you see, I started the AMOROUS LIFE EARLY, no???

Dad in 2009 at this event: http://scottkenan.blogspot.com/2013/04/white-nazis-at-meyer-family-festival.html

My Dad, William Scott Kenan -- a bisexual BLACKMAILED into turning Christian (specifically Catholic), by my NAZI Meyer Mother -- died three days before his 96th Birthday right at dawn on Easter Sunday, 2014.

NO ONE would pay for a plane ticket for me to attend the funeral, so I sent this and they read it at the Funeral Mass:

>>> MY EULOGY FOR DAD:

William Scott Kenan and Ruth Anne (Meyer) Kenan at my sister Julie's wedding in 2005.

http://www.cremnc.com/memsol.cgi?user_id=1290972

Thank you all for honoring the memory of my father, today.

I cannot be here in person, so first my heart goes out to my mother, and to my sister Jane who has been such a big help and will remain near Mom. I also thank Mike and Julie, and the many friends and neighbors who have all been able to help in ways I have not. And, I thank Dad for showing me the value of persistence and determination, which have been my own saving graces.

I have reflected on my father in many ways, but the story I’d like to tell is from very long ago – years before Dad and I ever met, and I want to thank Judy Russ Whitney, my cousin, for telling the most important part to me. It rang a bell then, so maybe Dad or Aunt Doris told it years ago, too.

Back in the 1920s, before the Great Depression hit, my grandmother died, Grandpa’s cotton and tobacco barns burned, and my grandfather did not have the wherewithal to cope. He took to drink and many enterprises that failed, they having to move once or more per year – within Wilmington and surrounding areas.

Dad told me that he and his younger sister Doris were virtual orphans, and when in the country, often cared for by old black share-cropping women, their walls papered with the colored Sunday funnies. Some of Dad’s stories to us kids came from those women.

And at that same time, the prominent distant Kenan relatives had become some of the wealthiest people on earth, riding the same Wilmington streets in Norma Desmond limousines, while my grandfather’s family were lucky to have shoes – which they sometimes did not.

At the age most children today begin kindergarten, Dad took on the responsibility of raising both himself and Doris, and – ALWAYS the optimist and “can-do-it” guy -- Dad made up songs to cheer little Doris and distract them from their plight.

Is there ANY activity in life more important than to find God in our hearts and create out of thin air a home, a place of Peace and Security, to share with those we love and seek to protect?

Dad had a life-long love of music and dancing – he and Mom won many Jitterbug contests when I was grooving to Rock and Roll -- and they tried in vain to teach me those steps. I’ve never felt more like a klutz.

When I think of Dad, now, I see him dancing and singing -- having discarded his worn-out old body – showing off as he waits for my mother to sachet in beside him, so they can WOW the Heavenly Hosts.

But not yet . . . not yet . . .

Thank you.

Scott

This was LARGELY BULL SHIT -- but although my immediate family has sought to have me KILLED (in cooperation with those who forced me to most of five years in Political Exile in Mexico -- with Colin Powell's people's help), or at least jailed or nut-house-committed, I wanted them to REMEMBER ME at Dad's funeral, and I HOPE I can be as DIPLOMATIC when my mother finally passes, she now in her 97th year.

>>> AND:

1. I received by Certified US Mail, yesterday, a Letter from Gastroenterologist Frederick H. Opper in response to my Letter hand-delivered to his office on April 12, 2019:

http://theweathercontinues.blogspot.com/2019/04/jesus-hath-made-me-hand-deliver-these.html

I will scan it and respond to it soon -- publishing all on this blog.

2. I just ran into some of the HISTORY of Gay People and Orgs at Denison University. Dean Hansell (who later co-founded GLAAD and is now Superior Court Judge in Los Angeles), set up the meeting that he did NOT attend (Dean did not come out until after he graduated Denison a year after me in 1974), and I will contact THEM about all of MY ADVENTURES as a GAY DENISON GRADUATE!!!