I have gotten two calls from a survey group this week. Both times I refused to answer . I told her the first day I don't do surveys, because if the government did their jobs, a survey wouldn't be required. I told the lady yesterday to loose my number. The first question out of her mouth was has anyone in your household turned eighteen in the last seven months. Smelled like a draft survey... So from calling me out of my name you regressed to insulting me again. I'm good enough to play your game. Calling me boy is not a term of endearment of any type. It is another form of how you slight. To say those things trying to view me small, lets me know that you can’t stand me. Standing tall. So no slack in my shoulders you are a coward it’s a fact. Why else would you put me down to make your self feel right. Boy is a young man, that you call the oldest man. Your desire to insult and lack of sort, to you I will never be a man. Boy, a youngster I do look younger than you do. As I get older my wrinkles don’t gather around my mouth like they do on you. A child is forgiving is that why you see me young? Because I am willing to forgive you for the hatred that you bring. You carry hate like it was something to be proud of and pass it along to your own children so they can keep it a live. In Africa to become a man a boy must prove some things. That he can take on danger and think while under pressures life will bring. So he must kill a lion to show his courage and survive off other living things. Is your killing a black man your right ( of passage ) to manhood practice to your kind? To me it seems that it is. Since you bring your hatred to this lion. You survive off me. Like a ritual known. Thru out the world others have similar customs. Yours have become to denigrate me. Because no real lions are here to conquer. Have you lost your mind? Or trying to put one together. To think it is OK. To kill a man and call him names. Grow up and think this way? Rights of passage, is a sacred thing you brought it to a low. To think you have progressed from Neanderthal man. To a sophisticated show. The hair on your back tells me a lot. Your cave dwelling hasn’t changed. In mind in body you are a beast. That broke free of your chains. Came to this land enslaved everyman, killed those you couldn’t conquer. Some nerve you have to ask me or my son to fight your wars. Left out of the game, my rights you claim returning after to be called names.