“Sean Smith won’t face trial for his role in the scandal, however he will be removed from office” The former Senator grimaced as he sat reclined in his Lazy-E-boy chair back in Sin Valley, California. His brown eyes locked on the TV, watching Bill O’Reilly and Glenn Beck hammer the black males, and talk about the Scandal.
“Were seeing this trend in Black Males all across, America they get to the Pinnacle of their careers and then they mess up, You can’t keep giving these type of people these opportunities!” Beck slammed Sean, for his trying to take over Ice, using the military funding, that was supposed to be used for helping the troops in Iraq. Since he and Obama made the agreement, he would take the heat, so Obama looked as if he had nothing to do with it. Sean leaned back in his chair and began smoking on some perp, and began writing a letter, addressed to “the hood”
Sean’s history was a shady one, drug dealing, organized hits, and theft overshadowed him, but his mother gave him the strength to be something better than that. The Allure of the Ghetto was to strong, how can you completely forget that from which you came? It was impossible it’s like trying to forget the people who conceived you.
Sean’s brother, Tim was a dealer, his Dad was a Dealer, so naturally, he was next in line to take up the family enterprises, and he did so with haste. At the age of 9, he loaded his first gat, got into an argument with his father and shot him 3 times in the arm. Feeling a little regret, for what he had done, he allowed himself to hesitate and get shot back.
The next day, his father came to visit him in the hospital, and they began to discuss selling. Sean was put on with Raphael Calmero, one of his dad’s friends. He was given a post and told to watch with caution for the long arm of the law, and if he ever got jammed up, remember this and only this: “You don’t have a home”
The drug thing came to Sean with ease, eventually, he was able to by the “finer” things in life for himself a new Atari, Some Nike Air Max’s, and even a brand new Gun, that his father purchased for him. She would be an idiot not to notice (his mom) she wasn’t buying them things, and they lived in the projects so how is he coming home with these things she asked herself.
She started to sneak around until she found, his glock, then she beat the hell out of him when she found the rocks. Sean had no explanation, he didn’t know what to do, so before he left the house, out of spite he switched her insulin shot with a Syringe filled with Crack.
Sean didn’t realize the problems he would eventually cause, but all seemed well when his father returned home that night. His mother however was pass out, everyone presumed, it was from her harsh working conditions; not Sean he knew why and he wasn’t telling.
What kind of Child was he, to act like that, she brought him in this world, and he slipped her some crack. Eventually his dad found that she had been taking the product, he beat her then divorced her. Deep in Sean’s heart sad feelings remained; the last thing he said to her was “You’re not to blame” When Sean mustered up the strength to confess (he was 25) She did nothing but smiled, she had got herself together no thanks to her child.
He grew tired of the ghetto world, so he ran for congressman, with the whole hood backing him, he knew there challenges, Voice of the young people, he stood tall and proud, on national TV, he spoke clear and loud; about the hard life in the ghetto. He went from Hoopdee’s to Bentley’s; from talking to the Poor trash girls to the Rich Classy ones, completely forgetting about his promise to the hood.
He and a Computer Technology major from Berkley Married (His wife Paige) and then the Idea was sparked for a super hero that protected the hood, someone who would implement Change, in Life and with the Government, the solution was Editman.
Editman interfered with Sean, causing him to lose interest in things like politics, and became more of a power freak, which is eventually why Ice would disabanandon him; he couldn’t clean his act up.
Sean would keep his promise to the hood, he had too much love for them, the first thing was to get the money rolling in…
Sean put out his Cigar and then pulled his White pants, white gloves, ski-mask and 40 automatic; With his pen he placed a signature on the letter.
Signed, Black Republican