Jim Palmer


Stockholm syndrome, or capture-bonding, is a psychological phenomenon in which hostages express empathy and sympathy and have positive feelings toward their captors, sometimes to the point of defending and identifying with them. Has institutional Christianity become this?

“Faced by someone promising to do them harm if they didn’t do as they say, most people would at least regard such a person as the enemy. Institutional Christianity, however, embraces this “person” as God. They praise and adore him, and even worship this God who has promised them eternal suffering if they don’t do as he says. They bow their heads in thanks, praising him for giving them a way out of the trap he has set for them.

Some expressions of religion bring Stockholm Syndrome to mind.

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From young she was told she would go far

Before her lips ever even parted, people assumed she would amaze the world with her beauty

Men formed lines to see what she would say

Whenever she spoke

She was adored

And no one knew why they adored her.

They just looked on and she passed them by

As if to say “I hate you, for being so beautiful”

She carried her bags on buses

Combed her hair with cheap combs with teeth missing

One day she bought a book about loneliness

The cashier snickered as she read the title.

“You want me to tell you about loneliness?”

She smiled and grabbed her bag off the counter

No one needed to teach her, she knew it by name

No one saw past her big titts, long hair and nice ass

She was born in the twilight

nothing more than a shadowy figure

But she was never the woman to be called upon for more

Her bags still went uncarried

She stumbled down New York city blocks

toting all of her luggage

She was friendly with all of the homeless

And she would often pass by the construction workers, and give a little nod of the head

They would watch her until she disappeared into the distance

until the New York smog swallowed up her silhouette

The only family she had left was a little sister with whom she had been estranged for 4 years

ever since her brother in law forced himself on her.

She knew he was the only good thing her sister felt she had

She’d been jealous of her most of their life

She wasn’t born with the beauty her sister was bestowed.

All she had was him

So she walked out of the lives of them both.

The places she slept stunk of rotten food and dead animals

Old run down motels

And park benches

After slipping out the back door of a million dollar house,

nearly falling into the pool

or on occasion, attacked by a neighbors dog.

No matter how big the diamond she wore,

she would peer out into the sea of wives

and realize that their diamonds were bigger; shinier and worth more

No one saw her tears

because she hid behind a doll face

and a permanently fake smile, that lit up rooms

like a luminescent light 

But she got bored with her life

The turning of the same key, belonging to the same door,

where the same empty bed awaited her every night.

Pills were there

Cocaine was there

Jack Daniels and Captain Morgan were the closest to love that she ever got

She’d fuck Jack in the morning

and the Captain was her night time fling

taking her in and out of the only ecstasy she’s ever known

And she was willing

She didn’t even remove her panties to masturbate

She secretly hated the body that everyone else found a reason to love so much

Her sheets smelled of men’s cologne with a touch of shampoo on her pillow cases

She was looked over

and seen through

She was translucent

Everyone wanted her face

No one wanted her broken life


Random Re-Entry

Posted: May 29, 2014 in Uncategorized



I know it’s been quite sometime since anyone of you have heard anything from me. Contrary to popular belief, I am not going to come up with some clever reason why I’ve been gone, honestly I don’t really have any excuses at all.

I think the best way to describe my absence is to say that I needed a mental and emotional hiatus.

… or there is always.

I’ve been buried in seeking

I have been trying to find my happy place

I found myself in a place a longing

I was grabbing for the very last thing that I thought I had left

It always amazes me that the longer you live, the more you learn that everything that you thought

could be

or would be

or was even a possibility

slips farther off in the distance.

Heartbreak is almost inevitable

tear soaked pillows are what life is about.

Somehow I made it back to the very place I have been working tirelessly to avoid for over 3 years.

my thoughts and emotions are scattered

and I writing from a place of complete despair

But I have earned enough about to life to know that pain is just as much apart of it as joy..

maybe even more.

Pain confounds us

Builds character

It teaches us to be afraid of touching the oven while it’s hot.

No more running to the sink and running cold water over our hands

we’ve learned our lesson

And yes; it was painful

But at least

we learned

I thought I would be better this time.

I thought that I had grown a little more.

I felt like I was a little bit stronger than before..

Turns out that I am a little weaker than before.

Maybe just a little less suspecting of where the pin would generate from.

But here I am

and I am still standing

So that means that I am doing just fine

and even though at times I feel like death

I know that this is typically the time that I pick myself up and run faster than ever before.




It seems like that I had no time

It seems like time just stopped inside my ear

It seems like it stood still

I was frozen

frozen in time

in a moment

caught tightly within the grasp of a timeless place

measured only by the amount of heart beats I lost

I counted how many times my panties got wet

How many times I smelled the musty stench of New York streets

I felt lost inside the walls of my own mind

Too quiet a place to think

I needed noise

and noise never came

Grey mountains that obstructed my vision; not majestic.

No magic to it at all actually

Just men

Stronger and weaker at the same time

And I believe that I am free

even though I have never known freedom of any kind

My feet are blistering

At times I feel like walking is an impossible task.

Razors beneath me

Destination far off in the distance.

Like always no easy road

no taxis

no good Samaritans; in my book 

Just grey coated clouds, covering the sky above me.

and my walk of shame lasted longer than most

I walked my shameful body off of a ledge

and jumped.

And now the streets are covered in the organs I once used to live

Usually, I’d care

Let them scavenge like hungry mongrels over the little of me that remains

Fight like dogs

Hungry for blood….. Like the gods they serve

Spitting image of only themselves




Ok, so I have kept quiet for quite some time about this whole Travyvon Martin trial, in large part due to the fact that I hadn’t really formed much of an opinion until just recently.

Before I offer up an opinion on this particular subject I would like to first say that I work at a woman’s shelter located in the heart of Overtown, in Miami, Florida.

For those of you that are unfamiliar with where this particular place is, just turn on A&E Thursday nights. Just about every episode of the show First48 is filmed there.

Don’t get me wrong, while I do love the show, at times it is a bit hard to watch. A young black or Hispanic man is gunned down in just about every episode as well.

It is truly sad.

However, it is a culture; one that has been adopted by the people who live in these impoverished areas. In every episode the detectives’ are stuck with the almost impossible task of finding killers. The neighborhood won’t talk; the people who witnessed the crimes being done won’t talk and everyone just goes on about their life almost instantly after a murder has been committed.
Even some of the women that frequent the center that I work in, are themselves victims to losing the homes they put up as collateral to pay their boyfriends/sons’/brothers/uncles bond.

I met a woman a little under a month ago that lost all four of her sons to gun violence. She openly admitted that after the first one got killed in 1993, she knew that the other three would follow shortly thereafter. She went on to say that just about every woman in her community had lost someone dear to them in the same capacity.

This is the part of black culture that troubles me, our young black men and their propensity for violence, drug activity and overall crime. That is not to say that every young black man has fallen victim to these statistics, but many have.

I am also not blind to the fact that there are a lot of circumstances surrounding the statistics.

1. Lack of education
2. Lack of proper health care and nutrition
3. Religious indoctrination (see Religion;The Black Plague)
4. Poverty

The list could honestly go on and on. I am not making excuses, but I am stating facts. Where there is little education, there is little opportunity, where there is little opportunity, there is little money, where there is little money there is increased crime. It is my strong belief that if we start to properly educate, feed and tend to the health care needs of the black community, in time; some of the everyday problems (like crime) will begin to lower.

I would love to go on and on about the current state of the black community, which I so often do. But this blog is not about that.

This blog is specifically about my opinion on Trayvon Martin.

After I heard about what happened to Trayvon, I immediately started trying to contact the family to offer my condolences. After several unsuccessful weeks, I finally reached a cousin, who told me that the family had received my card, flowers and monetary donation to help with funeral expenses. This was exactly a month before the media had gotten a hold of the story.

Every day I googled to see if any new information had hit the air, if this guy “Zimmerman” was really going to walk? This was before they released any information about what had happened or why? I assumed it was another case of ‘profiling’; after all we have so many cases just like that here in the state of Florida.
I can tell you what there wasn’t.

An angry mob forming outside of city hall, or the police stations, shirts, hoodies, tea cans or skittles.
Outside was quiet.

Accept for the occasional sound of people that patronize the liquor store on a daily basis, and the loud music of passersby. But surprisingly, nothing had changed. Just about everybody now knew about what had happened in our state, yet no one was outraged.
I was listening to the radio one day and heard that Reverend AL was on his way to Florida. Great, I’m certain he will bring the black civil rights Calvary with him, right? Now we can finally get some “Justice For Trayvon”.

After the day his public speech aired on the news, the streets were paved with more Trayvon supporters. Suddenly, everyone was angry; everyone had an opinion about how young black boys are being gunned down by “creepy crackers’”.
The same people who for years looked on as young black men were gunned down in their neighborhoods, street corners and sometimes on their doorsteps, were suddenly revved up enough to fight for justice?

The same individuals who turned countless police officers away from their houses because “I aint seen nothing”?
The same individuals who allowed their playgrounds, recreational parks and even schools to be overrun by thugs, drug dealers and gang bangers?
Say it aint so?

I wanted to walk down the street with a T-shirt that read “Oh, Now You’re Mad??”

The more people I saw creep their way out from under the rock of complacency, the angrier I became.
I don’t in anyway condone what Zimmerman did to Trayvon, but exactly how many Zimmerman’s’ are there, compared to TaQuans, Big Slims and Lil Fizz’ out here?

In the 513 days between Trayvon dying, and the Zimmerman verdict, 11,106 African Americans have been murdered by other African-Americans.

Mind me asking, where is the rally for these individuals, and more importantly, where is their justice?
Why has it become our culture to accept violence within our community, as long as it’s perpetrated by someone else also within the community?

This is what Jamelle Bouie from The Daily Beast had to say…

Overall, figures from a variety of institutions—including the Federal Bureau of Investigation and the Bureau of Justice Statistics—show that among black youth, rates of robbery and serious property offenses are at their lowest rates in 40 years, as are rates of violent crime and victimization. And while it’s true that young black men are a disproportionate share of the nation’s murder victims, it’s hard to disentangle this from the stew of hyper-segregation (often a result of deliberate policies), entrenched poverty, and nonexistent economic opportunities that characterizes a substantial number of black communities. Hence the countless inner-city anti-violence groups that focus on creating opportunity for young, disadvantaged African-Americans, through education, mentoring, and community programs. Blacks care intensely about the violence that happens in their communities. After all, they have to live with it.”

Do they Jamelle?

…Because from where I stand, it looks a lot like unconcern.
Every time someone looks the other way when a robbery happens right in front of them, even if they know the person that did it, that’s your idea of “intensely concerned”?

Furthermore, a lot of those statistics are due to the overwhelming amount of black men that have now been incarcerated for various crimes. The judicial system now has an answer… Lock um’ up and throw away the key. None of the circumstantial barriers that contribute to the reasons why African American men commit crime are weighing upon the minds of those who sit in the jury box or sling the gavel.

All they see is young, black and violent; an entity that need be extinguished.

Lastly, I will say that although I work in the inner city, I am fortunate enough to not have to live there. I, like many other Hispanics and Blacks, have opted for middle class living in a nearby Miami suburb, where the neighborhoods’ are gated, the streets are heavily patrolled, the schools are A-1, and they have plenty of recreation for children, from babies to late teens.
My son will never know the struggles of those living in these kinds of conditions. I work very hard so that he can eat right, get a good education and stay staff. That doesn’t mean that these kinds of neighborhoods don’t come with their own set of difficult circumstances. Drugs are, and always be an issue in the suburbs of America. A lot of which can be found in the comfort of one’s own home, in moms medicine cabinet.

But there is something about the application of opportunity that makes the entire difference. When given a choice to stay or go, or even provided an opportunity to retreat, most if not all would choose to go, be better, do better and act better.

My heart still goes out to the Martin Family. I wouldn’t wish that kind of heartbreak on anyone’s family. I certainly can sympathize, having a son to care for and love, myself.
But if we are to ever cure what ails our community, we must first set the example within our community. We have to make the violence that happens all around us UNACCEPTABLE!!!
We have to begin to work with the police officers and not against them.

We have to stand up to those in the community that are committing the crimes, and tell them they are NO LONGER WELCOME!!
Until this happens in every hood, in every city, in every state in this country, we will still be faced with statistics like we have in the past.

Let your hooded sweatshirt represent more than just Trayvon.
Let it represent the countless men that have been murdered in your community.

Let it represent your willingness to do what needs to be done, for it to stop!

Written by: Atheo Priestess

Evil Evil Bible

Posted: July 3, 2013 in Uncategorized


On Punishing


Leviticus 20:9

If anyone curses his father or mother, he must be put to death.

Leviticus 20:10

If a man commits adultery with another man’s wife—with the wife of his neighbor—both the adulterer and the adulteress must be put to death.

Leviticus 20:13

If a man lies with a man as one lies with a woman, both of them have done what is detestable. They must be put to death.

Deuteronomy 22:20-1

If, however, the charge is true and no proof of the girl’s virginity can be found, she shall be brought to the door of her father’s house and there the men of her town shall stone her to death. She has done a disgraceful thing in Israel by being promiscuous while still in her father’s house.

Exodus 35:2

For six days, work is to be done, but the seventh day shall be your holy day, a Sabbath of rest to the LORD. Whoever does any work on it must be put to death.

On Destroying Other People

Deuteronomy 7:1-2

When the Lord your God brings you into the land you are entering to possess and drives out before you many nations . . . then you must destroy them totally. Make no treaty with them, and show them no mercy.

Deuteronomy 20:10-17

When you march up to attack a city, make its people an offer of peace. If they accept and open their gates, all the people in it shall be subject to forced labor and shall work for you. If they refuse to make peace and they engage you in battle, lay siege to that city. When the Lord your God delivers it into your hand, put to the sword all the men in it. As for the women, the children, the livestock and everything else in the city, you may take these as plunder for yourselves. . . . This is how you are to treat all the cities that are at a distance from you and do not belong to the nations nearby.     
However, in the cities of the nations the Lord your God is giving you as an inheritance, do not leave alive anything that breathes. Completely destroy them—the Hittites, Amorites, Canaanites, Perizzites, Hivites and Jebusites—as the Lord your God has commanded you.

On the Evil of Biblical Law

Ezekiel 20:25-26

I also gave them over to statutes that were not good and laws they could not live by; I let them become defiled through their gifts—the sacrifice of every firstborn—that I might fill them with horror so they would know that I am the LORD.

On Slavery & Subjugation of Women

Ephesians 5:22-24 

Wives, submit to your husbands as to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything.

Exodus 21:20-21

If a man beats his male or female slave with a rod and the slave dies as a direct result, he must be punished, but he is not to be punished if the slave gets up after a day or two, since the slave is his property.

1 Peter 2:13

Submit yourselves for the Lord’s sake to every authority instituted among men.

1 Peter 2:18

Slaves, submit yourselves to your masters with all respect, not only to those who are good and considerate, but also to those who are harsh.

Leviticus 25:44-45

Your male and female slaves are to come from the nations around you; from them you may buy slaves. You may also buy some of the temporary residents living among you and members of their clans born in your country, and they will become your property.

Jesus, on His Second Coming

Matthew 24:29-34

[T]he sun will be darkened, and the moon will not give its light; the stars will fall from the sky, and the heavenly bodies will be shaken. . . . They will see the Son of Man coming on the clouds of the sky, with power and great glory. . . . I tell you the truth, this generation will certainly not pass away until all these things have happened.[Emphasis added.]

Matthew 16:27-28

For the Son of Man is going to come in his Father’s glory with his angels, and then he will reward each person according to what he has done. I tell you the truth, some who are standing here will not taste death before they see the Son of Man coming in his kingdom.

Scientific Errors

(1) Rabbits don’t chew cud.

Deuteronomy 14:6-7

You may eat any animal that has a split hoof divided in two and that chews the cud. However, of those that chew the cud or that have a split hoof completely divided you may not eat the camel, the rabbit, or the coney.

(2) No insects are 4-legged  (including grasshoppers)

Leviticus 11:20-22

All flying insects that walk on all fours are to be detestable to you. There are, however, some winged creatures that walk on all fIRS that you may eat: those that have jointed legs for hopping on the ground. Of these you may eat any kind of locust, katydid, cricket or grasshopper.

(3) This is only possible on a flat earth.

Matthew 4:8

Again the devil took him to a very high mountain and showed him all the kingdoms of the world and their splendor.

(4) pi does not = 3.

1 Kings 7:23

He made the Sea of cast metal, circular in shape, measuring ten cubits from rim to rim . . . It took a line of thirty cubits to measure around it.

(5) The earth moves. It does not have a foundation.

Psalms 104:5

He set the earth on its foundations; it can never be moved.

Selected Contradictions


2 Kings 2:11

As they were walking along and talking together, suddenly a chariot of fire and horses of fire appeared and separated the two of them, and Elijah went up to heaven in a whirlwind.

John 3:13

No one has ever gone into heaven except the one who came from heaven—the Son of Man.


Numbers 23:19

God is not a man, that he should lie, nor a son of man, that he should change his mind.

Exodus 32:14

Then the Lord relented and did not bring on his people the disaster he had threatened.


Ephesians 2:8-9

For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith . . . not by works.

James 2:14-17

What good is it, my brothers, if a man claims to have faith but has no deeds? Can such faith save him? . . . Faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead.

Revelation 22:12

Behold, I am coming soon! My reward is with me, and I will give to everyone according to what he has done.


(Jesus speaking)

Matthew 5:16

Let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your father in heaven.

Matthew 6:1

Be careful not to do your ‘acts of righteousness’ before men, to be seen by them.


(Jesus speaking)

John 14:27

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you.

Matthew 10:34

Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I did not come to bring peace, but a sword.


Genesis 32:30

So Jacob called the place Peniel, saying, “It is because I saw God face to face, and my life was preserved.”

Exodus 33:11

The Lord would speak to Moses face to face, as a man speaks with his friend.

John 1:18

No one has ever seen God.


(Jesus speaking)

John 5:31

If I testify about myself, my testimony is not valid.

John 8:14

Even if I testify on my own behalf, my testimony is valid.

(Just the few things I’ve highlighted are more than enough to see how scientifically and morally wrong the Bible is.. I can’t not believe that people still follow this crap in 2013… Wake up little lambs..)

Thinking Beauty

On The Brink

Posted: June 23, 2013 in Uncategorized

On the brink
Of hunger’s needing
Deeply debted
To its pleading

Sharpened tongue
It hovers near
Nightmare’s vivid
Past is clear

Opened wound
The pain is throbbing
Dearest woman Dies from sobbing

Candle light
To guide my way
Do I run?
Or will I stay?

Vapors of your
Love embracing
Fear, at last
Is worth the facing

Calm me now
My day be done
Infidels the night
Have won

No curse
No prayer
No hope can carry
No soul goes on
With body buried

No god to
Greet me near a gate
No burning hell
Will be my fate

Just mine story
Will suffice
No book need
Tell me to be nice

For now my heart
Is ever breaking
The con of man
Is ever taking

Command their hearts
To burst in fear
Tell them that
It’s god they hear

But as the world
Is steady turning
Cannot stop
The young from learning

The water chased
You to your roofs
Hid tightly in
Your bosom; truths

Beware the brink
His power thrusting
Uncovered secrets
Curbs the trusting

He turns away
He turns away
Horizon, is a brand new day.