From the west coast of the USA...to western europe...and from West Africa to the West Indies...a scalawag is a scalawag. That's what I call them. Scalawags.

They will stab you in the back with the swiftness, then try to convince you that they are the ones bleeding. Call them out on their behaviour then they will complain how the blood from your wound...that they inflicted, is messing up their carpet. Scalawags. The really dangerous ones are those of family and friends who have known you for ages. The saying that the person you are willing to take the bullet for...is just brutal. Several people spring to mind. I keep all of them at a distance. Sometimes it is a good but terrible thing when you have to love your people from a distance. And that goes double for most that carry the same blood in their veins as mine. Just can't make this stuff up dude. Thank you. Your warning comes right at a crossroads for me. My antidote for this brand of poison is to go where I am affirmed....to be around people who believe I have something to offer the world (and allow me to do the same for them) and am somebody...and not something to be cultivated, then harvested like a cassava crop when they are hungry.

Peace and blessings be upon you and yours. And you be careful too. Cheers!