I don’t know if there is a more appropriate section here in the forum to post this, so I will try here.
First some background:
I don’t live in one of those fancy gated communities patrolled by private security by my own choice. There is one nearby, but cruising through there recently, I was looking at the untraditional-appearing mailboxes and noticed names such as Feldman, Goldberg, Steinmetz, and so on. There were even names like Gonzalez and Martinez. We havean Injun a Native American casino on the edge of town and that probably accounts for name The White Buffalos’ on one of the boxes. Not my sort of neighborhood at all.
So I’ve decided to continue living where I do. I live on nice street, with good Christian neighbors. We are proud of our homes and maintain them nicely. There are picket fences, gazebos, water fountains and fish ponds throughout the area. We are constantly trying to improve our properties.
I, myself, have a well-maintained collection of statuary that is very precious to me and, according to my Godly neighbors, the envy of the neighborhood.
But, my area is neither gated nor patrolled by a well-armed private security firm, thus all sorts of riff-raff can be seen using our streets and cruising though the area.
With that background on my living arrangements, I must sadly report being the victim of a crime.
Last night, some vile, unsaved, person (or persons unknown) stole Franklin, one of my Negros. Here’s a photo:

Cute fella, isn’t he? I used to tie my dog to him whenever I couldn’t stay outside with the animal. And now Franklin’s gone.
I placed a call to the local police to report the crime and ended up speaking with an officer who identified himself as Sergeant Jefferson L. Washington. When I described the stolen property, he seemed to become strangely cool towards me. He gave me a police report number, and suggested I call my insurance company and file a claim.
The insurance representative helped me file the claim, but she, too, seemed rather aloof. Her name, as I recall, was LaTisha something.
I know many of my Brothers and Sisters here are grieving with me, and probably wishing me well in resolving this crime.
But I’m not sitting still. I’ve taken the proactive approach of moving one of my other precious pieces to a secluded area in my back yard.
I dare thosemexicans or blacks credit-unworthy criminals to return to steal little Abraham:
First some background:
I don’t live in one of those fancy gated communities patrolled by private security by my own choice. There is one nearby, but cruising through there recently, I was looking at the untraditional-appearing mailboxes and noticed names such as Feldman, Goldberg, Steinmetz, and so on. There were even names like Gonzalez and Martinez. We have
So I’ve decided to continue living where I do. I live on nice street, with good Christian neighbors. We are proud of our homes and maintain them nicely. There are picket fences, gazebos, water fountains and fish ponds throughout the area. We are constantly trying to improve our properties.
I, myself, have a well-maintained collection of statuary that is very precious to me and, according to my Godly neighbors, the envy of the neighborhood.
But, my area is neither gated nor patrolled by a well-armed private security firm, thus all sorts of riff-raff can be seen using our streets and cruising though the area.
With that background on my living arrangements, I must sadly report being the victim of a crime.
Last night, some vile, unsaved, person (or persons unknown) stole Franklin, one of my Negros. Here’s a photo:

Cute fella, isn’t he? I used to tie my dog to him whenever I couldn’t stay outside with the animal. And now Franklin’s gone.
I placed a call to the local police to report the crime and ended up speaking with an officer who identified himself as Sergeant Jefferson L. Washington. When I described the stolen property, he seemed to become strangely cool towards me. He gave me a police report number, and suggested I call my insurance company and file a claim.
The insurance representative helped me file the claim, but she, too, seemed rather aloof. Her name, as I recall, was LaTisha something.
I know many of my Brothers and Sisters here are grieving with me, and probably wishing me well in resolving this crime.
But I’m not sitting still. I’ve taken the proactive approach of moving one of my other precious pieces to a secluded area in my back yard.
I dare those


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