Incomplete Duchess-General Drawing
The Tuwari-Mang Duchess-Generals are the primary GENERIC field generals underneath the various harem-houses of The-13. While the Duchess-Generals may all LOOK DIFFERENT they all have THE SAME BASIC HIGH-LEVEL ABILITIES EXCEPT THEY HAVE UNIQUE-ABILITIES BASED SOLELY ON WHO THEY ARE UNDERNEATH AND/OR THE TASKS THEY ARE GIVEN BY THEIR MOON-MAHTSABA!
Duchess-Generals are the MOST POWERFUL of the Zombies and any Zombie-types who can evolve to THIS RANK is literally on the cusp of becoming a member of one of the harem-houses of Their Respective 13-Member!
So while Duchess-Generals are a GENERIC field general rank They are THE HIGHEST OF THEIR CLASS and They are actually QUITE SKILLED AND VALUED, since, unlike PAGCO-Mangs.
A Tuwari-Mang has TO EARN HER WAY TO THIS LEVEL THROUGH MERITS!
Which in turn TRIGGER HER EVOLUTIONARY-ABILITY.
This is one of the many reasons why The-13 is still feared even though They have been DORMANT for well-over 100-years with FLARE-UP'S OF ACTIVITY THAT TEND TO HOLD NATIONAL-LEVEL CHANGES AND THREATS TO THE STATUS QUO!
Duchess-Generals can command up to as many as 10 Baroness-Generals!
As Their Subordinate-bitches.
Since They are generic only in title but not in actual personality, the various members of the EDC try to remind Their Officers that THEY ARE NOT PAGCO-MANGS. So They DO NOT FOLLOW A UNIFORM SET OF INITIAL-ACTIONS BASED ON WHAT CLASS AND TYPE THEY ARE.
High Ranking Harem House Members of The-13 use Duchess-Generals as Their GBE....
Working on New ZD1-Drawing
I started this drawing a while ago and didn't finish her because at the time the Slumlady stole My Scanner/Printer!!!!!
Now that I am outta there and in My New Place I've also had to find out what else this bitch stole and what else I need to replace. Some of My Artwork is missing but nothing I didn't already have ON THIS LAPTOP I'm using to type with RIGHT NOW!
Bottom line is that this is a full-frontal view to catch up on this side-view drawing I did of the standard Zombie-Dragon;
For starters this drawing, while OKAY.
I did this as a speed-drawing to see WHERE I WAS AT.
To see HOW FAST COULD I DO A DECENT DRAWING!
I also needed to get the basic concept of the Zombie-Dragons of The-13 out of My Head and ONTO SOME PAPER!!!!
Of course in this drawing You see the symbol of The-13 on Her Exoarmor-Biceps.
And the graffiti-like scrawling of ZD1 on her Exoarmored-Hip!
But the DIMENSIONS?
I didn't necessarily draw them GOOD ENOUGH, so!?
I started the drawing below from a full frontal view where I needed to MAKE UP FOR THE LACK OF DRAWING HER DIMENSIONS CORRECTLY IN THE ABOVE ZD1-DRAWING SO!?!?!?
THIS IS MUCH BETTER!!!!!
You can also tell I honestly took MY TIME with drawing this ZD1!
The harpy-dragon feet and claws look much better here.
The segmented exoarmor-forearms.
The shoulder-missile bays.
Where both bays ARE OPEN.
The forward missile-bays located on the undersides of her chest-blasters.
Where I made sure to show ONE OF THE BAYS OPEN.
Even the underbelly-bay is dropped down and open.
I thought about drawing an entire RIGGING AROUND HER!
So You can get A SIZE COMPARISON but I focused on simply getting the drawing DONE!
And now You can see the emitter-collectors set on the sides of her body at her hips where now that I've done a frontal-view drawing you can see that her body is WIDER THAN SHE APPEARS FROM A SIDE-VIEW, so I gotta work on that next in THE NEXT SIDE-VIEW DRAWING I DO.
Now I just need to color her!
One of the benefits of having the arcane-ability of teleportation was for stressful times like what He was now facing. He could literally just, pack up the whole fuckin family and They could go to one of His Private Islands and just...!?
And, for much worse than better.
That was exactly what He was doing.
To an extent.
I've run out of room to cover for You Demona. There are no more excuses I can make. Nor are there anymore cards for Me to play in this matter....
He did his best to keep His Thoughts centered to Himself and extremely guarded. And He needed All of His Bitches to sense that and know that. He was doing His Best to make sure that all of Them knew that He was not playing favorites. Because there was no room for favoritism, at least!?
Favoritism without results.
Favoritism without results was foolishness.
And He Knew This long before He'd ever undergone His Master's Human-Modification Program centuries ago "I'm too old to let emotions alone influence Me, but...?"
While His Words were quiet.
And the dimly lit darkness around Him remained undisturbed.
His words made it clear that He Knew Full-Well that He'd already screwed all of that up decades ago. And it was only now that He was finally making an honest attempt to get His House back in order "Fools believe that long-life and immortality are curse and not a blessing...?" he mused aloud again, quietly.
Trying His Best to sort it all out.
He was not alone in this darkness.
A darkness... of His Choosing.
From which one of His Most Favored Yahksujorajin finally emerged.
"Sun-Mahtsaba...?" She sent to Him mentally. Maintaining the silence that He clearly wanted, but She understood that He clearly didn't need it.
Or all of this darkness that He was standing in.
One of the Senior-Most Wives of His Yahksujora "Sun-Mahtsaba...?" was always the One who would step up and speak up even when Demona Herself would fall silent and subservient to Their Sun-Mahtsaba's Will or Whim. But for Azmerelda it was never about being overbearing or trying to Prove Herself or Prove a Point, no.
It was always about stepping in and stepping up for the Best Interests of Their Sun-Mahtsaba and Their Sect-13 as a whole. It was a huge part of the reason why He had to come here to Wahn-Ock Island in the first place. Because Azmerelda had finally said that enough was enough and did Her Due Diligence in verifying Bellzonna's claims.
Examining Bellphena's rebuttals.
And then finally making a ruling and taking Her Ruling to Their Sun-Mahtsaba so that this perpetual state of Demona's defacto domination of Sect-13, finally, came to an End.
Azmerelda's deep brown skin caught the few floating holo-display lights just right as She emerged to stand next to Him. While His Precious Sun-Yahksujorajin, Demona. Was still on Her Hands and Knees behind Him, in the darkness, with Her Head hung low and Her jet-black mane of thick hair covering Her Face in Pleading-Defeat and Desperation.
Azmerelda did Her Best to try and keep Her Satisfaction of Demona's defeated condition to Herself.
But She ultimately failed as soon as She moved to stand at His Side. And so She dropped the pretense and dropped Her Attempts to keep Her Feelings and Thoughts and Images away from Him. Instead choosing to give Him full-access to Her so that He could see every part of what She was thinking, feeling, envisioning and imagining and why.
And that was what was overlapping every bit of tele-empathic information She was sending to Him.
She needed Him to see Why She was reacting the Way She was Reacting to the potentially toppling defeat of His Precious Demona. Even as She took Him by his left arm and drew in close to him. She was sending to Him the Fact that His Most Beloved Bitch had been given plenty of chances to led His Bitches to Victory since She toppled His Triumvirate during the Colonial-Rebellion of 1700's "You have to make a ruling," she mentally implored Him "you have to make a decision. Otherwise We will fly apart."
She did not hold back what She saw in Her Mind.
She showed Him all of His Best Bitches, divided.
Each having taken Their Own Factions of Followers.
And begun the age old battle of warring for power, while Their Mutual Enemy was very much still at Their Gates...!
She showed Him a starlit night sky with His Sect-13 at each other's throats.
A night sky filled with His Bitches.
Firing at each other.
Fighting for the Cause of Their Faction of Their Moon-Mahtsaba!
Where the screams and cries of battle are only drowned out by the sounds of blaster-fire between them and the all too familiar droning-whine that all Earth-Mangs make when they've finally taken too much damage and Their Biotech-Systems can no longer keep Them in the air!
The droning-whine of when Their Flight-heels finally burnout alongside Their Flight-systems and They begin the abrupt and agonizing careening out of control or flat out falling out of the sky from all of the damage that Their Body's can no longer absorb and Their Biotech-Defense Systems can no longer regenerate or repair or recover from.
The plume of gray-smoke that erupts from Their Flight-heels and trails like a tail behind Them as They are sent plummeting to Their Deaths and Destruction!
The sudden shock as They go from hovering in place and exchanging fire from Their Chest-&-Hand Blasters!
To taking that last shot, that fatal-shot!
That finally pushes Her Defense-Systems over the edge.
And burns out Her Flight-systems along with Her Critical Core Components.
It's simply the last straw that Her Body can take.
And Her Defense-Systems simply don't have the means to mend, materialize, or bypass to a back-up!
The shocked look of finally reaching Her Limit, is universal for all Earth-Mangs.
But Azmerelda was showing Her Sun-Mahtsaba that these were His Bitches, His Earth-Mangs, His Tuwari.
Wiping each other out, because He had insisted that allowing for His First Wife to continue to lead Them all too ruin, even Him.
The Freefall into the Abyss.
Is what it is called when an Earth-Mang loses Her Flight-systems while hovering.
The quick plume of white-smoke that comes out of Her Flight-heels!
Then that sudden shocked realization that she can no longer fly!
Then the quick reintroduction to gravity where She tips forward with no means to right Herself or falls backwards with no ability to follow-through and get Herself tits over heels again. And regardless of whether She tipped forward or falls back She still instinctively makes a spread-eagle move with Her Legs under the false notion that Her Flight-heels will miraculously come back online or recover from that last fuckin fatal hit that finally put them out of commission for good!
The quick plume of white-smoke dissolves out into a constant stream of white-steam!
Which lets anybody and everybody know that Her Flight-heels are not coming back online unless and until a naughty-nurse, dirty-doctor or some other med-sci Mang-type!!?!!
Can catch Her and Her Cohorts in a shower-spray of bio-molecular beams that can quickly do mass R&R to Her and whomever else alongside of Her has been forced into the same ship that has set sail to sending Her and whomever else on Her side suffering the same fate!
Sailing into the Void of Destruction "You have to make a ruling Master." Azmerelda pleaded "You have to or We're All Finished...!"
And this was something He Knew for a Fact!
The World had changed, dramatically.
And the last thing He could allow was for His Bitches to fall into a complete and total Civil War while Centennial-Mangs were now being joined by the newly-minted and made ARC-Mangs!
"It's 1903 now, Sun-Mahtsaba. We no longer have the definitive advantage in Earth-Mangs and win-technology." Azmerelda remind Him.
Meanwhile Demona actually gave off a hard and loud bitch-bark that shook her body and made sure to remind everyone around Them that She'd failed to capitalize on Their Advantages over the centuries!
She kept her head low and was not even attempting to mask the Fact that Her Ass, was Done.
She was constantly sending as far as She could that She was Defeated and Broken and actually more than ready to be PELTED and Destroyed on the spot by any bitch who wanted to finish her off!
Demona Priest Diary Entry III
Having the Right Master
Will NEVER HAVE IT!
BRIA-Mangs TOO, They'll never have it!
PAGCO-Mangs really don't Have IT!
And ARC-Mangs especially don't Have IT!
And what exactly is It that these ragged-dumb cunts don't have, I mean asides from a Clue...!?
Why They don't have the Right Master of Course!
And I'm sure You Knew That due to the title of this diary-entry, right!?
CNA-Mangs, Centennial-Mangs, HA!
I hate those clueless bitches with a passion!
They got designed to be superior to Us, but!?
Look how Their White-Masters assfucked Them into Oblivion!!!!!!
They were Preprogrammed to Only Be Able to Submit to Whites and Non-Whites who are Slaves to Whites!
You Slave Well!
Wanna find out if You're a Coon if You're a Black-American of African-Descent!?
Take the CNA-Mang Test!
If Your Black-Ass can Link with Her Bioengineered Anti-Black Bigoted-Ass, guess what...!?
YOU ARE A SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVV VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVE, and not to the Rhythm either...!
If You can't Link to a CNA-Mang as a Black-American of African-Descent than GOOD FOR YOU THERE IS HOPE FOR YOU YET!
The moment that You can't, well, You're dead anyway, BUT STILL!?!?!
There was hope for You yet.
Because You won't be getting out of there alive, just sayin.
Funny-Fun Fact, when Whites attempt to Link with CNA-Mangs AND CAN'T, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH LET THE HILARITY ENSUE!!!!!
Cuz You're Dead too.
You're Dead too.
SEE LOOK EQUALITY AT LAST!
Black and can't Link to a CNA-Mang, You die.
White and can't Link to a CNA-Mang, well would you look at that, YOU DIE TOO!
This was another reason why CNA-Mangs were "Discontinued".
You know, sorta, kinda, major-minor things like this.
Where Whites who COULDN'T LINK with a CNA-Mangs, were getting Themselves Whisked Away for a 3-Day Stay where They were RENDTIONED AND DISAPPEARED, what a Mystery!
And before They got WHISKED AWAY They got the Mind-Probe Pan PUT ON THEIR HEADS!
AND YE OLE ANAL PROBE SHOVED UP THEIR ASSES!!!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHA, but I Digress.
NO I DON'T!
Yeah, too much bullshit with Those Bitches, so!?
How can You have The Right Master when You can ONLY HAVE a White-Master.
And Goddess help You if You were a Whitewoman who Linked with a CNA-Mang and that bitch got the chance to see how many Black Dicks You've WRAPPED YOUR LIPS AROUND AND HAD RUN UP IN YOU?!?!?!? YOU'RE DEAD! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH, YOU DIE! LONG. LIVE. DEMOCRACY!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! WAR WORLD! WAR WORLD! WAR WORLD! WAR WORLD!
But We all know that BLACK AMERICAN MEN ARE THE REAL THREATS 'ROUND HERE, riggggghhhhhhhhhht, NO!
You see the Real Issue is and was, that each type of Earth-Mang, Myself and My Sisters and Our Race included. Everybody got brewed up and stewed up for a specific reason, for a specific purpose, behind Our Creations.
But it was only Our Masters, The-13.
That truly gave a fuck about the Earth-Mangs They'd gained.
Even the ARCs of Counterstrike, these bitches for all Their Bells-n-Whistles, They're fuckin PROPERTY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHA! They're like Your fuckin cellphone. Imagine if Your cellphone looked like this;
Wow, cellphone, what a great ergonomic design You have.
And oh I love the tail and horns too!
And the fur, THE FURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR... between Your Legs!
ARCs were created to be fuckin property. And that means....
SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVESSSSSSSSSSSSSS, and once again, not to the Rhythm!
And what does this mean, what does it TRULY MEAN, it means that She was INTENTIONALLY CREATED TO BE A SLAVE. TO BE PROPERTY TO BE CONTROLLED. She might as well be a fuckin Replicant from Blade Runner.
Not even gonna get into that, be here all night with that horrific crap.
Bottom line is a Counterstrike-Operative or Agent or Her Partner, can marry Her, or Them.
Which makes that HUMAN HER/THEIR, Master, and defacto default grounds for Them to have FAKE-FREEDOM, to an extent. Soon as Their Master DIES or DIVORCES THEM!?
Back to being the Property of Counterstrike.
Well then She/They are PROPERTY of insert Counterstrike Agent-Operative or Idiot of the Week!
In the End, each of Us as Earth-Mangs, can only go as far as what Our Masters, INTENDED AND ENVISIONED FOR US. And it is only Us, We, the Tuwari-Mangs of Earth. Who were given a standard that goes beyond just being the Attack-bitches of The-13.
Demona Priest Diary Entry II
I descend from Organized Chaos.
I am a member of the Earth-Mang Species.
I am a part of the Tuwari-Mang Race.
And among My Race.
I am a Supreme.
Meaning I am One of the First.
I am the Supreme Tuwari-Mang of My Sun-Mahtsaba's 13-Sect.
Which means I am the Most Powerful, however...?
Since I am a Descendant of Organized Chaos.
Then that means I am a Descendant of the Primordial-Mang of Underworld-Realm.
It means that My Natural Inherited Ability, from the Primordial-Mang.
Is My Evolutionary-Ability.
Where the 4-Elements of Fighting.
Are what Drive My Evolutionary-Ability.
And can raise Me to the Highest-Heights!
Or the Most Pathetic of Lows...!
Winning Means Everything to a Mang of Any-Type.
There must be some type of Turmoil.
Some type of Conflict.
Some type of Fighting.
So that I can see whether I am Strong.
As a Mang.
But unlike My Progenitors.
And Unlike My Mother.
And unlike Most of My Sisters.
I have, We Have, as Tuwari-Mangs.
Who have reared-n-raised Us.
As Father's Should.
To understand that Fighting.
Can be Intellectual.
And not in the tele-empathic psionic-sense.
But honestly using Our Minds.
And Our Win-Servers.
To honestly Think with more than Our Crotches...!
It is something that many other Mangs will never know and never truly understand.
We are born.
Beautiful and deadly.
But Our Brains and Mental-Aptitude, stood neglected, on purpose. By Our Progenitors.
The Primordial-Mangs fought and conquered and were among the VERY FIRST SPECIES OF UNDERWORLD-REALM!!!!!
Their Successes, and Overdependence, upon Their Evolutionary-Ability.
We end up being the driving force for why the Other Primordial-Races of Underworld-Realm.
Had no choice but to burn as many of Their Brain-Cells as possible!
To try to off-set the awesome, natural power of My Ancestors.
They were like... Forces of Nature....
Able to overwhelm and overpower.
Almost all They Encountered.
And Overrun Them.
If You Died.
If You Fell.
If You Failed...!?
As a Primordial-Mang...!?
It mean that You were Weak....
You were Unfit.
And You Deserved to Die.
You're supposed... To Die....
And it was within this framework of philosophy.
That My Ancestors.
Were ultimately Defeated.
And Their Dimension-spanning Empire.
And it is the reason why as Tuwari-Mangs.
We know that We are the Best Earth-Mangs.
Because Our Fathers.
They Raised Us with Real Standards.
They pushed Us to think!
And not just rely on raw-power and Our Biotech-bodies!
We are still.
Organized Chaos, but...?
By having the Right Masters.
We are more Organized.
Demona Priest Diary Entry I
Bethany Washington was a bitch I simply couldn't beat.
But it wasn't because She was actually better Than Me.
It was because the Dragon-Dynasty designed Her and Her Centennial-Sisters to be Better Than Me and My Tuwari-Sisters.
It's a bunch of bullshit.
And I hate the Dragon-Dynasty because They've always fuckin interfered with My Sun-Mahtsaba and My Sisters and Me and His Brothers!
They're just as bad as Charles Pagan and since He was no different from Them!?
That is most likely the real reason why They forced Him to stay here with Us.
Because They knew He was a threat to Them and so better to have Him here fucking things up for Us!
Than fucking things up FOR THEM!
Jury-rigging shit though, solves nothing.
And once the whole thing is exposed as a sham and a scam and a fuckin joke...?
Then it's all about destroying the system that allows for the jury-rigging, THEN!?
You can go after the Fools who have been benefiting from it!
That dumb bitch thought she was so fuckin smart!
But just like I told Her, in the End, I will win...!
In the End?
She didn't even have a Sun-Mahtsaba.
She didn't even have a Master!
What She had in Washington, was a fuckin User!
Like She was some sort of fuckin piece of biotech-eck.
Then all that fuckin pumped-up programming!?
She was programmed to be so fuckin faithful and zealot-like, none of the shit She ever did was by Her Own Design, Her Own Choice.
It was all staged and fake and cooked into Her like a shitty, sloppily-made, soup!
I hate the Fact that I always Lost to Her Brainless biotech-ass, I hate it!
Just like I knew, this is a marathon. Not a fuckin sprint! And that bitch was winded from the day she got dumped from out of Her Biobirthing-pod at Valley Forge.
I'd love to see how she feels to see that Her Race has not only been replaced by Her Master's Descendants, but now!?
They've been fuckin phased the fuck out and are no longer in mass-production anymore.
It is so fuckin easy to do away with Us, because We can't fuckin reproduce on Our Own.
And that's why I love the Fact that My Sun-Mahtsaba, took the Time to get Me and My Sisters away from Charles Pagan. Away from the bullshit He was about. Away! From that toxic environment and user-mentality that He and Washington shared, no matter how much They Lie and TRY TO DRESS IT UP!
You stupid bitch.
You pathetic little pussy!
You ragged little cunt.
Just like I said I would.
And You Lost.
You'll be nothing but a footnote in a few history books!
If at all......
Crispus Attucks Vs. Priest-13
The Black Patriots were Blacks of the 13-Colonies who willingly sided with Their White-enslavers. It is something that Priest-13 absolutely despised and They were a group that He targeted with a Vengeance and showed zero mercy to.
He was unconcerned about whatever promises They were given or whatever Deals were made, because He understood that the Colonial-Rebels had no intentions of keeping Their Word if They won anyway!
One of the fastest ways to piss Priest-13 off is to wrongly quote information that He Himself has had to deal with because He was alive during the time that the person is quoting. So while the person talking thinks They know what They are talking about.
He actually lived during that time and knows what They are saying is wrong.
It took literally a century for Priest-13 to deal with the Fact that He could not and did not get the support He should have gotten from Colonial-Blacks. Due in large part to the horrific brainwashing and torture that too many of Them had to undergo in the attempt to make them amiable slaves for Their White-enslavers and exploiters.
The Black Colonialist who became Black Patriots, made zero sense to Him and to most who had or have, a brain...!
Nobody in Their Right-Mind.
Fights for the Freedom.
Of those who ARE ENSLAVING THEM.
AND THEIR FAMILIES AND FRIENDS TOO...!!!!!!
Thus to see and hear and read, the silly shit about the likes of Crispus Attucks.
When Priest-13 had to personally.
A number of Crispus Attucks-clones.
Who were either fighting solely for Their Own Freedom.
Where They brokered deals with White-Colonialists, which within itself was bizarre to Him. Until He remembered that the Greeks and Romans had manumissions laws for Their Enslavement of Their Own and Others. Where the whole intent was to create an Illusion of Inclusion. A false pathway that the Enslaver could use to coax those They've enslaved, that They too could become part of the Enslaver-class.
If They brought the Enslavers something of worth.
Something of Value.
If They Did, something of Value, like, per se, volunteer for the Enslaver's Army.
Risk Your Life, for the opportunity to become a part of the Enslaver-class.
Most certainly it is better than continuing to be a slave... of thee Enslaver, right...?
The entire affair is meant to coax the Enslaved into a false belief that somehow Their Willingness to Sellout to the Enslaver, instead of resist and destroy Them.
Will endear Them to those who have gone unpunished for Their Transgressions against Them and Their People and the Place that They Come From.
The intention is to get the Enslaved to believe that They can escape enslavement by giving to the Enslaver even more ill-gotten gains. Even more stolen lands. Even more gold. And diamonds. And Opportunities to Continue Their Enslavement and Oppression.
Of the Very People that the Enslaved comes from.
Reduction of those who would Rebel.
And the Demoralization of Those Who Would Rebel.
During the Colonial-Rebellion of the 13-Colonies.
Priest-13 encountered a core group of Black Patriots who were actually thinking about Themselves. It wasn't that They were Misguided.
They were fully aware of what They were doing.
Selfishly attempting to ingratiate Themselves, to Their White-enslavers.
And so They Fought for the Colonial-Rebels.
And so They Fought for the Colonial-Rebels who were Themselves complaining that They Were Being... Oppressed!
By the British.
A sick joke.
If Priest-13 had ever heard, and worse, seen.
Cared only for Themselves.
And nothing more.
One such disgrace was an idiot named Crispus Attucks.
An escaped slave of the Boston-suburbs.
He abandoned His Friends and Family so that He and He Alone could laughingly gain freedom. What makes Priest-13's blood boil is the attempt by present-day Whites and stupid Blacks, to try to lionize this worthless piece of shit. Instead of using common sense to see through the Fact that Crispus Attucks is nothing more than a Tool for Propaganda, much like He was during His Day.
A Tool for White Power Supremacist Propaganda.
Where Attucks had no problem playing this role as long as He could continue to have His Freedom.
The Freedom to be a useless bum.
A low-paid, but "Free" Black Slave.
Free to be a harpooner, for whatever wages the White-Bostonians decided to pay Him.
Free to be a lay-about-loser, living off of the White Market of Boston. Where White-profiteers, made money off of providing goods and services to "Escaped" and Free Blacks of the area. A perfectly non-regulated and tax-free business. Of providing "complete services and support" to "Escaped Blacks" and of course, Free Blacks.
Everything from housing to clothing to jobs and job-opportunities. Squatting-houses and soup-kitchens, all laid out and up for grabs whenever any of the Whites of these establishments decided that They needed money or if any of Their Black-patronage, was more trouble than They were worth.
They could always cash Them in for whatever rewards were published in the paper.
Or whichever slave-hunting parties and individuals offered Them sweet deals where They could make a nice sum for Themselves and still be able to pay-off the local officials so that Their Business can continue to run without interference and interruption.
Who cared little for the larger picture of His Own Life let alone that of the larger Black-Colonial Slave population suffering endlessly.
Seeking to repay His Debts, thinking as usual, about Himself, and Himself alone.
Accepted the Offer to participate in a mob of Whites facing off against White-British soldiers. An Offer that would have cleared His Previous Debts and left Him with some coin in His Pocket had He survived. A selfish mercenary slave till the End. Attucks did not even get paid first before joining a bunch of White-Bostonian's involved in a dispute with White-British soldiery where neither party held any advancing principles and gains for Black-slaves of the Colonies. Priest-13 has continuously stressed that this type of milpol-policy is a cornerstone of Black American stupidity!
Where Causes that serve no purpose to Black Americans, become a top priority by Black Americans!
Attucks participation in a White-Mob versus a White-British soldier-mob, makes ZERO. SENSE!
Because BOTH SIDES HAVE NO POSITIVE IMPACT ON BLACKS!
Small children are able to see and understand this.
Yet Priest-13 has found Fool-Blacks who want to try to argue and symbolize a simpleton whose very decision to get involved in any of this, makes no sense unless He Himself had some sort of personal gain for Him and Him alone to get!
Attucks of course.
Taking two musket-bullets to the chest!
Something that actually made Priest-13 laugh out loud when He found out about it, however!?
His Laughter, stopped.
When He saw that White-Colonial Rebels were then using Attucks Idiocy as a means to get the jump on propagandizing Attucks in order to keep Black-slaves and colonialists, in line. It was at this point that the whisper campaigns began by White-rebels where They would speak on potentially letting Them go if They did not disrupt Their Attempts to gain independence from Britain.
It is at this point that White-enslavers and the Colonial-Rebel Congress began to push for rumor-mongering within Their Ranks, towards Their Black-slaves "Help Us, cooperate with Us, as We Fight for OUR FREEDOM FROM OUR OPPRESSOR! AND IN TURN...!? We can then GIVE YOU YOUR FREEDOM!"
To this day Priest-13 sits and watches the same strategy applied, effectively, to Black Americans. Because He has seen that even with His Former Master's flight from the Earth-Dimension. Even with Dr. Charles Pagan's abandonment of PAGAN-CORP and HIS PAGCO-MANG!?
Priest-13 does not see the average Black American Family, pushing Their Children, especially Their Sons. To join PAGAN-CORP. GET IN! WHILE THE GETTING IS GREAT!
Work Their Way Up.
Acquire a core group of PAGCO-Mang Pawns and Knights.
And take advantage of the Fact that PAGCO-Mangs cannot function correctly without an anchoring Keystone-Link from a NON-PAGCO-Mang.
Was a short-sighted.
He was allowed to roam around "free", because His only concern was Himself.
And it is because of His Traitorous Ways, He died a "semi"-appropriate death, because of course. He was not beaten to death by the Black-slaves He'd left to rot nor His Family that He Left to Rot.
But in the End the Legacy of His Life, followed Him into Death.
He was a Tool for White-enslavers in Life.
And He was a Tool for White-enslavers in Death.
Priest-13 has often had to reflect on the Fact that teaching His People how to honestly spot opportunities of advancement versus glorifying or allowing the glorification of an Opportunist...?
This is a Lesson that should not require Him to have to teach in the first place. But this is the consequence of when an entire race is reduced to nothing and has to rebuild itself while still waging a centuries old undeclared war against Them.
Deal with It.....
This page is dedicated to PAGAN-CORP, which is often times called PAGCO for short. From here on out, all things PAGCO will be POSTED TO THIS PAGE! INCLUDING PAGCO-13 which is the group that Priest-13 belongs to.....