The Adversary Is Within Us

Every time that I think I can't figure out what my next post will be about, I only have to read something on the Web. I think it's horrible that the people of this so called country would boo the First Lady. I think it's horrible that black people are more concerned about who Tyler Perry casts in his new movie than the treatment our children are receiving. Black people are getting short changed in every aspect of society and all you want to complain about is the shit that goes on in the entertainment industry? Or your hair and the upkeep of your hair and why black men are running for the mountains of "I Can't Take This Shit Anymore" with white women.

Your kids are roaming the streets at two, three or four in the morning. Your kids are in

gangs. And it's not their fault, really, it's not. It boils down to join or die. And you can't be bothered, because you need to find out who survived on Survivor or who won Dancing With the Stars of which you will never be one. Your kids are getting killed at a wholesale rate. You're losing your future. WE are losing the future of this country. And all you crazy, infantile, post racial Kneegroes want to talk about is politics. Most of you can tell me what Newt said or who Cain felt up or Ron Paul's latest promise that he'll be unable to fulfill. You want to talk about Entertainment Tonight, The Biggest Looser, The Housewives of one of the many fucked upped cities in Amerikkka, but you don't want to talk about our future in this country, the future of our children, the abuse of our children, the lack of education for our children and why our kids are roaming the streets at such early hours.

I remember when you jumped all over Bill Cosby for telling the truth. He got his eyes opened in a most unpleasant manner and when he tried to convey the problem to you, you and the so called, above it all educated, I'm on a equal basis with white people and therefore this doesn't affect me black people condemned him for airing "our" dirty laundry to the white public at large. Here's a flash for you. We don't have any "dirty laundry". White people know everything about us that they need to know, or you can say the reality of it is... they just don't give a shit. They have the upper hand and aren't in any hurry to abdicate the position. We are the enemy that is us.

When you helped to elect Barak Obama for president, YOU KNEW. Deep down, YOU KNEW that he wasn't going to make your well being his priority. You conveniently overlooked one aspect of his character. He was a politician. You also overlooked the naked hatred of the Big Giant Heads in Washington. But you had hope. You had hope on a deep preternatural level that maybe, just maybe he would be the one to make a difference. But it wasn't to be.

Now your angry. Deep down, your angry, because some time during the course of the current events in this country, you realized that Post Racial America was a lie. That nothing had changed. Same shit different day. The band played on. Your dream of a new dawn died a tragic and ignoble death. And yet you persevere. You persevere in the same old destructive, self hatred behavior that has made you a joke in the eyes of the world, the whole fucking planet. You insist on letting your children wear their pants down around their asses as an expression of what? That they couldn't make it to the bathroom to take a dump? That rap is an art form? Yeah right. Ice T and his white wife, Coco are laughing at your black asses all the way to the bank. And so is the "reformed" Ice cube, the "reformed" Snoop Dog, the "reformed" LL Cool J, the "reformed" Queen, who I understand won't even talk to you Kneegroes. When Are you Kneegroes going to reform?

When are you going to realize that the only people that you have to fall back on is yourselves? That together you can accomplish anything that you set your minds to. The key word here is "Together". As in a group, as a people who have a future. Other races and cultures that are in this country and come to this country and who have come to this country, understand this concept. What is our problem? Is the slave mentally still, to this day, so deeply imbedded in us that we can't break free? Are we doomed to act out and pass down this self destructive behavior from generation to generation? I can't answer that. I am just a fool. But I do know one thing and of that I am certain. We must find a way to prevent the deaths of so many of our children.

THE BLACK FAMILY PLEDGE

BECAUSE we have forgotten our ancestors, our children no longer give us honor.

BECAUSE we have lost the path our ancestors cleared kneeling in perilous undergrowth, our children cannot find their way.

BECAUSE we have banished the God of our ancestors, our children cannot pray.

BECAUSE the old wails of our ancestors have faded beyond our hearing, our children cannot hear us crying.

BECAUSE we have abandoned our wisdom of mothering and fathering, our befuddled children give birth to children they neither want nor understand.

BECAUSE we have forgotten how to love, the adversary is within our gates, an holds us up to the mirror of the world shouting, "Regard the loveless"

Therefore we pledge to bind ourselves to one another, to embrace our lowliest, to keep company with our loneliest, to educate our illiterate, to feed our starving, to clothe our ragged, to do all good things, knowing that we are more than keepers of our brothers and sisters.

We ARE our brothers and sisters.

IN HONOR of those who toiled and implored God with golden tongues, and in gratitude to the same God who brought us out of hopeless desolation, we make this pledge.

Maya Angelou

A Vigorous Beat Down Builds Character in Black People

In my ongoing and foolish attempt to keep you Kneegroes informed, I came across the following rules to help you keep from going to jail, getting tased or participating in a plain old fashioned beat down wherein the officer piously strikes you around the head and shoulders when you are stopped and feel the need to talk back to him or her, whatever the case may be.

Now I know a lot of you already know the rules for Driving While Black and it would seem that a lot of you have forgotten and then there are those of you who still insist on thinking that somehow you've woken up in a parallel universe where everyone is equal.

Please discuss this with your children. It might save their lives. So let's just jump right in. The words in red are my comments.

1. When confronting an officer during a traffic stop, exhibiting anger or frustration at the onset of the encounter can change the outcome dramatically. Remain calm, keep your hands on the wheel and do not reach for your license or insurance papers until directed to. Most importantly, be respectful and do not challenge the officer’s authority directly – that’s what the courtroom is for. (Also turn off your car, take the keys out of the ignition and put them on the dash)

   Chino Hardin, an organizer with the Institute for Juvenile Justice Reform and Alternatives, recommended making mental notes of the officer’s words, and getting their name if possible. This information will be invaluable to your defense should you end up under arrest. Hardin also said that department heads will absolutely read formal complaints against their officers, (And ignore them) which can often be filed over the Internet. Follow up if you feel your rights have been trampled upon. If an officer has enough complaints registered against him or her, it creates a public record of bad behavior that can be used by lawyers to trigger settlements or pressure management to fire an officer, if necessary. (That's a lie)

   Pro tip: If it’s night, turn on your vehicle’s interior light to provide the officer with an additional sense of security, and make no movements without first telling the officer what you are reaching for and where it is. (Good idea. It might keep you from getting shot about 14 times. It's YOUR duty to make the officer feel all warm and cozy)

2. Keep quiet and assert your rights (Huh???)

   The U.S. Constitution (sic) gives every citizen the right to remain silent, even under police questioning. Whether you’re under arrest or not, you do not have to answer police questions, and you are always entitled to a lawyer. Since police can legally lie in order to use a suspect’s words against them, silence is always the best option. Simply inform the officer in a respectful manner that you wish to remain silent and would like to speak with an attorney. You should also politely ask if the officer is detaining you or if you are free to leave. (Now you've just gone and pissed him/her off)

   “You have to own these things,” Hardin explained. “You can’t just [be meek] about it. Police do know when you start asserting your rights. What you want to say is, ‘Am I being detained, or am I free to go?’ Once they say you’re being detained, which means you’re not free to go, then they must have reasonable suspicion to detain you. At that point you can say, ‘What is the reasonable suspicion that you have to detain me?’ Then they will have to articulate it.” (You are asking too many questions, which he/she perceives as a threat to his/her authority. The shit is now officially ON)

   Pro tip: Neill Franklin, the executive director of Law Enforcement Against Prohibition and a former undercover officer in Maryland, told the audience to always be aware of their surroundings during a police stop. If there are any witnesses to the encounter and you do not get arrested, try to reach out to them to discuss the incident immediately after it is over. (Good luck with that.) This is especially important if you plan on filing a formal complaint, as witness corroboration can substantially strengthen your claim.

3. Never consent to searches.

   Thanks to the nation’s drug policies, invasive searches for contraband substances or firearms are commonplace – but this is also where most people get tripped up. While you cannot tell an officer that you won’t let them search your vehicle or your person, you can say you do not consent, which triggers important constitutional protections under the Fourth Amendment. They may still execute the search, but even if they find contraband or weapons, a lawyer has a better chance at getting the case dropped if you did not give permission.

   “The only way to come out ahead is to say, ‘I don’t consent to a search,’” explained Ronald Hampton, former director of the National Black Police Association and a 24-year veteran of the Washington, D.C. metro police. “You have to say that. If you don’t, you’re not protected. If you don’t say that, [your lawyer] can’t represent you. The minute you say that, you’ve set the stage for the legal battle in court. (Or an ass whooping) You can’t argue with them on the street. They can be wrong and you can be right, but you can still get hurt.” (I just said that.)

   Pro tip: If an officer asks you to empty your pockets, respectfully decline and reiterate that you do not consent to any search. Emptying your pockets is the same as saying you consent. (Also, if you do and you do spill out a pharmaceutical store or the equivalent of a couple acres of marijuana, the officer can get you for having drugs in plain sight. Remember this one). The officer may still reach into your pockets if they claim to have felt something that may be a weapon, but by refusing you retain constitutional protections later on in court.

Ok. That's it. These rules apply mostly to white people, I think, although they say they work across the board. How little they know. I discovered late in life that it depends on who stops you. The phrase above in number 2 says," Police do know when you start asserting your rights". They also know that you haven't done anything when they stop you because they've already run a check on your plates and you know it too because you've glanced in the rearview mirror to watch them fooling with the computer. So your shit is already in the wind as soon as the lights go on and the siren gives you a couple of whoop whoops. It can only go down hill from there. And Lawd help yo black ass if you pull out your cell phone. In your hand. With the camera function on.

I do believe whole heartily that you should not agree to a search whether in your auto OR at home and don't let that old "nothing to hide" line fool you. Ignore it. It's a lie. Police lie. It's their job to lie. They are on the job. And by the way, if a policeman knocks on your door, DO NOT LET HIM/HER in. When you do, you're granting consent and consent is a VERY important word

I'm headed back up the Hill now. Ignore this post at your own risk. If you've read this and still believe the police have your best interest at heart, then you're on your own. But whatever you believe, keep one thing in mind. WHO is stopping me.

Welcome to Poeass City

It would seem that things are not as they seem here in Amerikka. The MSM is talking about the beginnings of Class Warfare as if it was something new. See,... that's how you're manipulated and always have been manipulated. Class warfare has always been with us. We use to call it the haves and the have nots. That's why TPTB separated us into tiers, that consisted of the rich, upper class, upper middle class, middle class and just plain poor. There's even old money vs. new money.

So. According to the MSM the middle class is disappearing. Which section of the middle class would that be? Would it be the upper middle class, the middle class or the lower middle class? Since class warfare is almost amongst us, it would be to our advantage to know the difference.

I think we can forget about the lower middle class. They're toast. They were just hanging on anyway. They were the paycheck to paycheck crowd that shopped at Wallmart, wore off the rack clothes, drank beer, wore too much make-up and were not too concerned about hygiene. It's a shame they couldn't make it across the river to the other side. That river Jordan is a bitch. So what's the cut-off now? Statisticians say middle class is a household income between $25,000 and $100,000 a year. Anything above $100,000 is deemed “upper middle class", but that doesn't factor in location or family size.

But I ain't talking about the middle class, or am I? Well, maybe I am since they just got demoted to poor status with all the entitlements and privileges that comes with such a position in life. Mainly-none. So it is with open arms, I welcome them to Poeass City, the place that they thought they would never end up in, even in their wildest dreams. I'm talking about the place that is populated by one and only one class of people. I'm talking about the often maligned and ignored poor who have been around, existing alongside the very rich from the very beginning. I'm talking about ancient history here. I'm talking about serfs, bondsmen, slaves,indentured servants, the under class, outcasts and sidecasts and those unfortunate enough to be born into such a retched position in life. And so it goes. So in the interest of all you newly poor out there I would like to welcome you to Poeass City, population about 45,000,000 and growing.

As you new residents are finding out, life is sorta different in Poeass City compared to what you're used to. We still have stress here. We have lots of stress. We also have depression, futility, hunger, crime ( oh, boy, do we have crime),ineffectiveness, uselessness and just plain give upiness. And lest not forget bad hygiene. Poeass City does not have that clean mountain smell.

Surprisingly enough, we do have a pecking order, which is one of the many

secrets you might discover while living here. For instance, we are a divided city. Poor ass whites usually hang with other poor ass whites and cling to the beliefs of their richer brethren, not realizing that everybody- well almost everybody, has to shit in the same park. But they are slowly coming around. Our poor ass Hispanic population tends to stay to themselves and cling to their native tongue and which- I find hilarious- demand that other residents learn. Now our other and oldest residents are poor ass black people. They've been around for quite some time, in fact, they lay claim for naming the city. Not unlike poor ass whites and poor ass Hispanics, they have a lot of babies by broke dick dog ass boyfriends. Although, I must admit, a lot of our female residents are beginning to see the light, because raising children by oneself is not the phantasmagorically fabulous life style that they see on the TeeVee. But, then again, learning is a slow process.

I know a lot of you are here through no fault of your own. A lot of you were born here and a lot of you might be short term residents. Whatever your state of mind and situation, your main goal should be to demolish Poeass City. I know survival is a full time job and depression and stress are always stalking you, spurred on by the MSM and those a little more fortunate than you. Some of you used to be one of "them". Some of you used to berate "them", belittle "them", browbeat "them" and bemoan the fact that "they" were taking "your" money when the fact was, it wasn't "your" money to take in the first place. You should have known better, because now you have to send your kids to the same poor ass schools with their out-of-date books and their gangs and their overworked and underpaid teachers, who, by-the-way, deserve to get paid much more than they're getting.

NOTE: I cannot understand the mind set that lets you turn your most cherished possession over to strangers for 5 to 6 hours a day to teach them and shape them, then turn around and demand that they work for a lower pay grade. THAT'S JUST INSANE. You have no idea what your little darlings are like once they're out of your sight. You need to get a clue.

There is no difference between you and your poor ass neighbors. You are buying into the mantra of: "I only owe allegiance to myself" ,which I have noticed, doesn't include your own children.

Unfortunately Poeass City will continue to grow. People will continue to stream in with all of their shit that they could salvage. They'll bring all of their problems and their attitudes. They'll still think they are better than the other poor assed residents. They'll walk their starving, scraggly, poor assed dog in the unkempt park and pretend they don't see all the other poor assed people shuffling by. They'll continue to flinch and clutch their purses, even though it's worn and empty. And as it is won't to happen, poor assed people will continue to rob other poor ass people.

As I see it, black men, followed by Hispanic men-who seem to love the gang life and white men, who are studying ways to get chipped so that they can enjoy sports 24 seven, have fallen by the proverbial wayside, and for the life of me, I don't know why. So once again, it falls to the women to lead the way. Oh me, oh my, did I just write that? Like I said before, the truth is a skanky bitch. Stop with the babies. Get some knowledge and some skills. Give yourselves some choices in life and when the time comes, that punani will still be as tight as a rusty bolt on a '57 Chevy and with the proper lubrication work just as good.

My apologies to all you women out there. I was speaking metaphorically. But you do and are going to have a heavy load to bear and if history is any indication of where we're headed, then our survival depends on you.

Welcome to Poeass City. May your stay be a short one.

Doing the Holocaust Hussle

This is not the original post I promised. It's not ready for prime time yet. See- You just can't count on you Kneegroes to be on time for anything. In my defense though, I am a fool. Anyway, I like this one better.

Let's take a trip in the Way Back machine. We'll be leaving Slavey Time and heading to Germany, circa 1939 or thereabouts. What do you think we'll find there? About now I imagine you're thinking: What's with this fool? And that phrase just about sums it up. I kinda zig zag back and forth in time because, well... we are our history. And because the Big Giant Heads are constantly telling us to forget the past and stop whining, because it doesn't matter what happened back then, because ,THEY WEREN'T there and it was before their time and as we all know by now, if the Big Giant Heads weren't there, it doesn't matter. They are absolved of the sins of the father. Well, that's the current line of bullshit that's making the rounds now.

I did some cogitative reasoning and it seems to stand that if we are the sum total of our experiences and our history and our experiences are constantly coming under attack on a daily basis and our history is something that can be churned down the cosmic garbage disposal with the flick of a switch, then we are nothing. Did I get that right?

So this time around, while zigging around the space time stream, I happened to zag into Germany. A little before World War 2 to be more specific. And guess what I discovered? Black people were doing the Holocaust Hussle along with those of the Jewish persuasion. Now some of you black people already know this and I am late coming to the party, but now that I'm here, we gonna boogie, boogie, boogie til you just can't boogie no more.

Here's a snippet. Professor start the music.

The fate of black people from 1933 to 1945 in Nazi Germany and in German-occupied territories ranged from isolation to persecution, sterilization, medical experimentation, incarceration, brutality, and murder. However, there was no systematic program for their elimination as there was for Jews and other groups. (sounds pretty much like Amerikka in the mid 20th century to me)

After World War I, the Allies stripped Germany of its African colonies. (Yeah, you read that right. Germany had colonies in Africa back then.) The German military stationed in Africa (Schutztruppen), as well as missionaries, colonial bureaucrats, and settlers, returned to Germany and took with them their racist attitudes. Separation of whites and blacks was mandated by the Reichstag (German parliament), which enacted a law against mixed marriages in the African colonies.(bears a striking resemblance to the south, don't you think?)

European and American blacks were also interned in the Nazi concentration camp system. Lionel Romney, a sailor in the U.S. Merchant Marine, was imprisoned in the Mauthausen concentration camp. Jean Marcel Nicolas, a Haitian national, was incarcerated in the Buchenwald and Dora-Mittelbau concentration camps in Germany. Jean Voste, an African Belgian, was incarcerated in the Dachau concentration camp. Bayume Mohamed Hussein from Tanganyika (today Tanzania) died in the Sachsenhausen camp, near Berlin.

Forgive me for jumping around. You can read the article in it's entirety HERE. You can also read about the lovely lady who's picture is at the top of this posting HERE. Her name is Valaida Snow. She was a jazz musician who prospered in the male dominated world of jazz during the 1930's. She was also held in a German internment camp.

The song that we sing as black people is sometimes melodic, sometimes rousing, sometimes somber and just plain in-your-face, whale shit crazy full of deep bass and high crescendos that make you want to shit or go blind. It's the sweet soothing, crooning sounds of the black woman that holds us, comforts us and strokes our egos and calls us "baby" that binds the cloth of our souls to each other. That in the darkness of the night, when everything's right, make us realize that we matter and that as long as we have each other, we are not alone.

Here's a shout out to all you Black men out there who are trying to do the right thing by your woman, courtesy of Solomon Burk.

"If I fall short. If I don't make the grade.

If your expectations aren't met in me today.

There's always tomorrow night. Hang in there baby, I know I'll get it right.

Please don't give up on me. I know it's late in the game. But my true feelings haven't changed.

Herein my heart."

I just had to put that last paragraph in there. Solomon Burk wouldn't leave me alone. When you're a fool, strange shit like that just tends to happen.

At Play in the Fields of the Lord

When I started this blog awhile back, I wanted to do something different. There are a lot of blogs in the blogosphere that concentrate on politics and they do it quite well but, I didn't feel the need to add another one. Besides, these political blogs are brutal places to hang out. Field negro comes to mind when writing this. This man must be one of the most level headed and calmest individual on the Internet. Nothing fazes him.

Anyway, like I said, I wanted to do something different, but the mind is a funny thing. If you've read some of the stuff I write about, it would seem that I'm stuck in "slavey time". It didn't start out that way, but in my opinion, I think that a majority of our problems can be traced back to that period in time and all the way up through the fifties and into the early sixties, which is just forty some years ago. We didn't get our groove on until the middle and late sixties. But something went horribly wrong. Some one put a couple of sticks of dynamite under that bridge we were crossing and blew it the hell up. A lot of our leaders at the time fell by the wayside or were just outright killed.

Because the MSM told us so, we believed that we had arrived. Kinda like today with a black man in the White House. The MSM felt the need to invent the phrase, "Post Racial America" to lull us into thinking, once again, that all was well and would be well, because the people of America had spoken and it was official: racism was dead. All the clouds would fade away and the sky would open up and the Lord himself would come down and bless each and every one of us and "those children got so happy- they just went struttin' right through the fire. Just a laughin' and a talkin' bout the power of the gospel." That was a lie... and thankfully a short lived one, because no matter what you might think of the kids today, they ain't stupid. They are more connected and informed and aware than we ever were and it doesn't take them long to see through the shit that's being shoveled at them.

But I digress. See what I mean? I get side tracked easily. (Sometimes I go away, but then I come back.) I thought very hard for a handle that I could use. Mad Dog2020 came to mind almost immediately. Luckily it was taken or unluckily. It depends on your point of view. But there were a lot of questions on my mind, mostly of a spiritual nature, but just observing the day to day activities of black people and where their priorities lie, sometimes drive my mind in a totally different direction from where I started out. Herman Cain is another name that's popping into my head now. But I refuse to do political commentary.

I will have another post tomorrow. Strangely enough it's a short story about, yep, you guessed it. Slavey Times. Carry me cross that river Jordan. But I also, in my limited way tried to explain the enmity between black men and black women. I thought a story format was the way to go. It's an important subject that black people can't quite seem to wrap their heads around.

I would like to apologize ahead of time if it upsets anyone who reads it, but we need to talk about this stuff to each other. We need to get it out in the open and air it out. This is just my awkward way of doing it. I wanted to know. I still want to know.

Back in the medieval days, the fool was the only person in the court who could say dumb shit to the king and keep his head. Oftimes, when the people took the time to think about what he said, it wasn't all just dumb shit.

I hope I can have the same outcome and keep my head in the bargain.

The Corner of Survival and Just Getting By

There is a saying that's been floating around and has been for awhile, especially in the body building world: What doesn't kill you, will make you stronger. I tend to disagree. I believe that what doesn't kill you , will fuck you up for the rest of your life. And the strong don't always survive. Those are just the facts. Reality is a bitch. Because the meek will never inherit this Earth. This reality, by design is structured on survival for the fittest. You can be predator or you can be prey.

Black people have been chosen or depending on your point of view, assigned the role of prey. Was it through no fault of our own? Or was it meant to be a lesson? If it is intended to be a lesson, we haven't learned it very well. Some in the religious community believe that we were assigned this role through divine intervention. I don't know about that. I am a fool. But any "God" that would purposely give dominion to some of "his" children over the rest of his children has some serious personal issues on a cosmic scale. That's just my personal opinion and coming from a microscopic piece of dust such as myself, means nothing. I admit it.

There are black people in this country who have done very well for themselves and there are those of us who have not. The majority of us exist on the corner of Survival and Just Getting By. We are not ready... for anything. We are still too busy arguing amongst ourselves to realize that something is coming down the pike, to coin a phrase. Have you black people ever heard of survivalists? These are white people who are getting their shit together. And they are not crazy. They are getting prepared. A lot of people are getting prepared. We as a people are stuck on a hill with our gears frozen in neutral and our foot on the brake, trying to prevent the inevitable and uncaring force of gravity from dragging us backwards and over the cliff onto the rocks below.

We are stagnating. The furthest that we will go into the forest is to rant about the politics of politics, not realizing that around the next tree is a very large bear trap that will spring close on our ankle, probably shattering the bone and sending us into shock. Reality, which has a very nasty and untimely way of intruding on ones life, strolls over and takes a big chunk out of our ass as our neurons go into overdrive and come up with this amazing protracted theory that no one will be coming to help us and sooner, rather than later we will have to contemplate the unsavory decision to chew our leg off, because that's what politics is all about. Traps. Very dangerous traps. And there's no help in sight.

At the other end of the spectrum there are those of us who are just plain lost in the forest. We went in too deep without a compass, because we figured we couldn't read one anyway, so what was the use of bringing one. And surprise. There's no cell phone service and we don't have any matches, because we don't smoke and oh yeah, food wasn't a problem. There's a MickyD's right down the road. So while we were contemplating the beauty of the forest and what it must have been like in Africa, we lost our way. And incidentally, there's no help coming.

At some point we, as a people have to realize that we are on our own. We are responsible not only for our own behavior, and our own well being, but how we define ourselves and the spirit that dwells within. We have to be prepared for what's ahead, because the worlds stage is being remodeled before our very eyes and we will be needing totally different costumes and scripts when the casting starts for the new mega blockbuster that's in production and will be coming to a theatre near you and if you don't have your back stage pass, you'll be left outside in the alley to fend for yourself with the rest of the people on the Northeast corner of Just Getting By.

Rules of the Game

The Fool has come up with some rules for you Kneegroes to live by. Although Black people will find these rules offensive and maybe scoff at them, they are what

they are and I am reasonably sure that quite a few of you out there have been unintentionally involved in situations that these rules apply to and have been left shaking your heads and wondering WTF.

In this new reality, it's hard to distinguish whether or not the person you're dealing with is having a bad day or not. Let me assure you, that if a BGH is having a bad day, YOU will be on the receiving end of their wrath. Bet on it.

Essentially, these rules are for survival in the office workplace, although they can be applied to any work environment. Let the Fool state for a fact, that I have seen what can happen when you (black people) ignore these rules. The outcome usually involves the police or being fired or depending on the situation, a good old-fashioned talking to, which accuses you of overreacting.

Here we go. Secret Doctrine of the Cacasoid OR How to Control and Manage the Modern Day African American Ape

1. I have no interest in your personal life, although my own should be important to you.
2. We are not friends. We are co-workers. Please take the time to learn the difference.
3. Only speak when spoken to.
4. I will speak to you if I am in the mood.
5. I will be cordial when speaking, unless you speak to me first.
6. Do not make eye contact with me. I will perceive this as a threat.
7. Do not avert your eyes while talking to me. I will take this as an attempt to hide something.
8. Do not talk too much. You will come across as uppity and arrogant to me.
9. Do not be too quiet. I will know you are up to something.
10. If you have a bubbly personality and a positive outlook on life look forward to drug testing.
11. There is a time limit on any conversation we might have. The limit will depend on the mood I am in. (See rule number 3)
12. Please do not startle, upset, surprise or scare me. I will perceive this as a threat to my life and in extreme situations, I, as a White person, have the right as granted to me by the Constitution of the United States and God himself to kill you dead.

The sub title was my own. I added it after perusing a great many blog forums and posts to articles about Black people who do not play nice. It seems that a good deal of white forumnites have developed the habit of referring to black people (all of you) as animals and apes when you fail to exhibit a less than stellar personality. The fool is sure that there are more rules and even the above are subject to change. That's the problem with racism. It's constantly evolving and mutating. Because, for sure, racism is not the normal spiritual state of human beings.

Big Giant Heads

The Fool feels that there is some explaining in order. So since this is my Blog,

I'm going to take a minute or two and go into a little more detail of the phrase "Big Giant Head."

As those, if any, of you know, I use these words often in my posts to refer to white people, who are different, in my view, from human beings, who can be white or any other color of the spectrum. I also use the word Kneegroe in lieu of that "other" word.

White people are separate from human beings in that they define themselves by their color or lack thereof. They are quick to anger. They are quick to pre judge. Knee jerk reactions are their favorite emotion. In the twenty first century they feel that they are an endangered race and every body is out to get them, especially black people. Kneegroes don't apply here, since they are too busy killing each other, which is in white peoples' favor.

White people's favorite phrase to black people is "get over it", whatever "it" is. It couldn't be slavery and the antebellum south could it, because southern white people have galas every year to celebrate the original southern way of life, which by-the-way, included slaves. They also have these wonderful civil war reenactments whereby they dress up in Civil War regalia and play at killing each other. And then there is this little picture to your left in Stone Mountain, Ga carved into the side of the mountain just to make sure YOU don't forget, because "they" haven't apparently gotten over it.

Human beings don't celebrate killing.

White people can always point out the flaws in other races, and have the data and statistics to back it up. Which always amaze me, because statistics can be manipulated, which to white people is a minor inconvenience to be overlooked.

Since we have struggled to this time and to this place in history and a black person is now president, white people have gone into attack mode. As they are now famous for saying, "White guilt is a thing of the past", a word they invented during the late 60's. (Black people had no idea what white guilt was.) I personally still don't know. Was it feeling guilty about slavery? Was it feeling guilty about Jim Crow, which was only about 55 years ago. How about those Sun down laws which morphed into DWB? Was it feeling guilty about their country which guaranteed certain rights to all people under the Constitution of the United States, yet denied those very same rights to black Americans?.

What's a fool to think? If white people had guilt, then that meant that they had a conscious. And if they had a conscious then they had to do the right thing. Isn't that what morality is all about?

Big Giant Heads have no guilt. Big Giant Heads have corrupted their consciousness. Big Giant Heads deny white privilege, while bemoaning the fact that too many black people and "other" races are getting hired instead of them. To a Big Giant Head, the only way a black person can land a decent job is through affirmative action. Big giant heads have cogitative reasoning.

And why the term Big Giants Heads anyway? Seriously? Have you looked at white peoples heads lately? I submit to you the head of Clint Eastwood for your examination or how about Keith Olberman as just two examples. You just need to open your eyes and look, but because psychology is being used to distract you, so that you don't notice. Have you ever heard of the term: high forehead? Try substituting the word big or giant. You get the message. Now you know.

Where Did Our Beliefs Go?

Are we (black people) a spiritual people? The Fool's question for the day. I

know we used to be a religious people. We used to believe in a God and... that belief held us in good stead for almost 300 years. We used to believe that good and righteous people would, in the end get their "just" rewards in heaven. We believed that the wicked and evil people that inhabit this realm with us would get their comeuppance. Not so much now.

Heaven, in today's reality is just a mite bit too far away, I think. Have black people lost their way? Do the not "guaranteed rewards" outweigh the fact that there are so many evil people in the world who are living it up to the max on your dime?

Is it the fact that you have to go through so many personal, unnecessary and unwanted slights during the course of a day that makes you falter in your belief?

The black church used to be the center of our communities. The pastor reigned supreme. He held us together. He would visit our homes for dinner. He would inspire us with his sermons. The church was where we would go to contribute to the community. Remember the bake sales? Nobody could cook like the older black women. The Fool misses that.

Hey. Back in the day a lot of states were "blue states", meaning no liquor on Sundays. We would attend services in the morning, have a big lunch and go back to church in the afternoon. At the time, a lot of the parishioners knew where to get alcohol, which was THE place to go after services. We didn't argue. We didn't have fights and we certainly didn't shoot each other. We enjoyed each others company, as strange a concept as that appears to be in today's reality.

The Fool knows he is dating himself. And your point is...?

Somewhere along the line, the pastor figured out that the money and the glory to be had between sister Annie's thighs outweighed your spiritual well being. Thus the fall of the black community.

And I ask again. Are we still a spiritual people? Personally, The Fool doesn't think so. For one thing you have to remember, Christianity was forced upon us by our ancestor's slave owners. Our normal thinking minds had went on permanent vacation, during the Middle Passage. We were empty vessels waiting to be filled. And boy, were we ever.

The fool would like to know, here in the twenty first century: How do you define spirituality? Is your spirituality associated with any religion or is it a personal relationship with the Divine?

It's Really Simple

Why are you Negroes so cruel to each other? The Fool wants to know. Is the Big Giant Head gene so prevalent, that...

you let it override all common sense? By all the known information and history about black people, we should be the tightest race on the face of the planet. Even tighter than Jews.

I mean, you men punk your women and then turn around and act like pit bulls with each other. All that's missing is sniffing each other asses when you come into contact with each other.

What has another black man done to you that is so bad that it would make you want to kill him? He stole your dope? He cock blocked you? He owed you money? He tried to steal your woman? What? He bumped into you at the club? He was wearing the wrong color shirt? His car was better than yours? What was it? Some minor shit that that's not even a blip in the Universal Consciences. In other words, BULLSHIT!.

Nobody is asking you to make nice with other black men, but there is such a thing as respect. And in case you don't know, respect is defined as:

Both a positive feeling of esteem for a person or other entity (such as a nation or a religion), and also specific actions and conduct representative of that esteem. Respect can be a specific feeling of regard for the actual qualities of the one respected (e.g., "I have great respect for her judgment"). It can also be conduct in accord with a specific ethic of respect. Rude conduct is usually considered to indicate a lack of respect.

As you can see, respect is rooted in Esteem. Esteem is rooted in Self Worth. In other words: What Do You THINK of YOURSELF? That's the sixty four dollar question. Because if you don't think you ain't worth shit, you will act accordingly. You will be hell on wheels to yourself, those around you and those who you supposedly care about. Which means, you'll make their lives miserable.... because, well, YOU are miserable. Does that make sense?

Black men. You need a new paradigm. You need a warriors mentality. You need to know that, because of slavery, you have been infected with the Big Giant Head gene. It's the first step in realizing your problem.

Black people are always asking: What is the solution? Where do we start? We start with ourselves. We start with respecting each other. We start with respecting our women, our children and our elderly. We start with the end of killing each other. It can't get any simpler than that.

If you don't know by now, the fact is, you came from Africa, but you are not African, as any native of Africa will be happy to tell you. What we have in Amerikka is a race of people who calls themselves black (Negroes) as defined by the Big Giant Heads, who created you through the rape of your women and the slavery of your men and ascribe certain negative qualities to you...who are hell bent on acting out these qualities in your daily lives.

Yeppers. That's what the Fool said. You were created. In the white mans image. Whom himself (he thinks) was created in the image of an insane God. The five hundred pound gorilla in the room is: You ain't white. You have the same psychological make up. You have the same concepts as white people. But you ain't white. And therein lies the problem.

Imagine. Scientists have cloned the first human/monkey hybrid. Now, this "humon" has developed the ability to speak and express itself . It knows the difference between right and wrong. Prefers to wear clothes, uses the toilet and has basic social skills. And has taken a unusual shining to beer. What do you do with it? Do you try and integrate it into society? That's a can of worms you don't want to open. The answer is simple. You do what Victor Frankenstein did. You cast it off to fend for itself.

Does this ring any bells? It should and I know this is a cold blooded way of looking at the situation. But, we as black people have to start from ground zero. To survive, we have to come together. To survive, we have to come up with a new matrix of living. We can't continue down this road. We just can't.

We have to acknowledge, but not forget our history and move on. We have to start respecting one another. We have to start helping one another. We have to be a community of Black People.

The Fool believes that if you're, black, light or almost white, you are still a Black Person and should be accorded the respect that you deserve, because your ancestors gave so much, that you could survive and prosper. Why can't you try and live up to that legacy? The Fool wants to know.

The Root Cause

There is something that the Fool has been wondering about for quite some time. The fool wonders about a lot of shit as you're finding out and so do... I suspect a lot of Black people.

For instance. The love hate relationship between black and whites which takes center stage over the racial relationships between other races. What is it about the black/white relationship that elicits such strong emotions from both groups of people? Why is this not discussed in the black blogosphere?

You cannot get the blood flowing when discussing Mexicans, Hebrews, Orientals, American Indians, Jamaicans, and any other race, except maybe Muslims. And then they are given the benefit of a doubt. Yeah, I know about the genocide against the Native Americans and the Chinese got the shit kicked out of them for awhile there too.

But the fact is, all of these groups of people retreated into their own conclaves and communities and for the most part get along pretty well together.

I could extrapolate on any number of factors as to why there is such animosity between Whites and Blacks. Lord knows People waaay more smarter than the Fool already have. So saying that. I would like to throw out the following. Mind you, this comes completely out of left field and some of you might call this insanity, but the Fool has never claimed to be sane, hence the name Fool.

Stephen King wrote a novel, The Talisman (written with Peter Straub). In it was a creature called a billybopper ( I think I have right book here). The billybopper was semi intelligent and could speak rudimentary English and could understand what it was being told. It also had a good disposition and was loyal. (Hence, the terms monkeys and animals when Black people get "uppity" or refuse to play nice.)

Kinda like a slave. Black people were the perfect "billyboppers". After going insane on the Middle Passage, black people were literally dumped into a strange and alien environment where they were systematically deprived of their language, their culture, their religion and their very sense of self. To survive they submitted. They instilled in their children what was needed to survive, which was passed down from generation to generation, even into the twenty first century ( Driving While Black comes to mind).

To survive, one must submit. The First Law of being a slave. When the master comes for your wife. Submit. With submitting odds are pretty good you, as a man would get your wife back, but you had to give up your manhood in the process and your wife would never look at you the same way again. Because by submitting, you cannot protect her.

And one day the time would come when they would come for your family. Submit.
The odds on this little slice of slave life are pretty good also. Life being what it is, you just might run into them again or better still if the odds are real good, you might get bought but their master, all things being equal. All you have to do is submit. Things will get better. But like everything on this cosmic plane, submitting has consequences that reverberate down through the ages.

I tried to, in my foolish way, go into the animosity between Black women and Black men. Yes, I know I went all the way to New York and back through St. Louis to get to Arizona, which is not the place I wanted to start from anyway.

But you see, everything about us and between us and White people has its root in slavery. Its a tree that both sides keep watering and applying Miracle grow to to keep it fresh and green. Every so often some body will sneak in and apply a healthy dose of root killer. To no avail.

Black people need to stop bringing their pails to the party to water this tree. Human beings don't engage in this type of behavior. White people need to put down their pails. Again. Human beings do not engage in this type of behavior
Of course it doesn't help when other races start throwing water balloons at the tree as a just in case.

The Fool put down his pail long ago when he decided to try out this Human Being thing. What about you?

Where do We Start?

The Fool has been cogitating again.

The last couple of days the fool has been visiting various and sundry "Black blogs"

just to...you know... get a feel of what's going on in the black community. Contrary to popular white belief, there is no PBN(Psychic Black Network) that we, as a people can tap into. I know, I know. For you white people out there reading this, who have the habit of asking a Black person to define the problems of a whole race, the PBN does not exist. It is a white myth. Sorry to burst your bubble. And please stop asking a Black person what the problem is with Black people. It's racist and embarrassing to the black person being asked. The Black person being asked can only give you his or her opinion as an individual. The operative word here is "individual". And if you still feel that what you say to one Black person, you say to all or that you grew up around Black people(sic), that you have a handle on the black experience and you know Black people.... you are a sadly mistaken racist. The Fool stands behind this statement.

Anyway. (Whew) Back to the subject I was attempting to write about. After spending several hours of time that I will never get back, I noticed a trend running through the blogs that I visited. Namely, the art of whining. Next to the Hebrews, we are world class whiners. Every Blog was dedicated to what the Big Giant Heads(white people) were doing to Black people. Yes, there are a few blogs that attempt to tackle the problems of the black community, but not enough. Where do we start? Where do we, as a people begin? In the fools humble opinion, how about simple respect for each other? Not liking each other... just simple respect. As it stands now, we can't even say "hello" to each other without getting cussed out by our women or shot by our men. Saying hello to another man does not mean you are gay nor does "hello" to a women mean, "I want to fuck you". (well most of the time anyway)

It's a start in the right direction, because even as the Fool writes this, another generation is coming along. It's not too late to teach them some simple respect for their fellow human beings. It's not too late to teach them that there is a future for them. It's not???.....???? Oh Lawdy, the Fool is preaching here!! The Fool knows how you Negroes hate to be preached to. That's why the Fool went up on the hill and never came back down. Let me roll on over here, get comfortable and check out the clouds rolling in.

A Fool's Story

Here's a little story the Fool has for you. It's taken from observation and experience. Make of it what you will. For those of you with ADD, it's a very short read.I call it:

One day in the Life of One Black Man

OK. check this out. Dashon is a temp employed by Same Day Hire temporary services. He is assigned to work at Acme Roto Machine Company. Dashon is Black and the job pays $8.75 an hr. with the chance of becoming permanent, which would up his hourly pay to $10.50 an hour.

Mark, who is also employed by Same Day Hire, shows up also. Mark is White.

They are both sitting in the break room waiting for Mr. Elki, their contact. When Mr. Elki comes in, he assigns Dashon to work with Mike and Mark to work with Gene, two of the older workers.

Mike takes Dashon over to a large pile of machinery parts and tells him he has to separate the parts and put them into the proper bins. After showing Dashon around, Mike tells him he will check back with him to see how he is doing in a couple of hours.

Gene takes Mike (the White temp if you're keeping up) over to the shipping area, hands him a broom and tells him he has to keep the area clean and empty the trash. Gene also shows Mark around the plant. They stop off at the lunch area to get coffee and get to know one another. Gene also tells Mark about the break and lunch schedules and just what his job is about. Then Gene escorts Mark back to his work area.

After a couple of hours Mike shows up as promised to see how Dashon is coming along. Dashon has a few problems with the parts he is sorting. It seems some of the bins don't have part numbers and he has had to make guesses as to where certain parts go. Naturally this has slowed him down. Mike is sympathetic with Dashon and shows him where the part numbers are stamped on each peice. He assures him he will go to up to the office "right now" and look for the parts sheet and get them printed out. He tells Dashon to keep up the good work and leaves.

Since it is now two hours into the shift, Mike is sitting on the dock with Gene for first break. Acme Roto Machine takes pride in how they treat their employees. Gene has taken a liking to Mark and has found out that Mark has a wife and a two year old baby girl. They are saving money to move out of mother-in laws house.

Later in the morning Dashon joins them in the lunch room, having worked through break and with the rest of the employees have a quiet lunch.

Dashon goes back to sorting parts. Gene escorts Mark back to his work area, but before leaving ask whether or not Mark has any experience driving fork lift, to which Mark replies "yes".

The day passes with out incident. Dashon is still struggling to sort parts alone, Mark is still sweeping and having conversations with the other employees.

At the end of the shift, both temps leave for the day. Mike and Gene are called into the foreman's office and asked for their assessment of the the two temps. Mike tells his boss that his guy was kinda slow and was having trouble sorting out the parts. Gene says that he had no problems with his guy. As a matter of fact, he learned that his guy could drive forklift and was trying to support a wife and kid.

Guess who got the job?????