The Death of a Thousand Cuts

OK. Some body please help me out here. As I understand it, the new and improved Kneegro will not eat pork, which makes me say hmmmmm. But you all will eat Top Ramen noodles, loaded with salt. You will eat at Mickey D's, who fed you pink slime in their cheeseburgers until they got caught. You'll eat radioactive fish. And you Kneegroes in California and the southwest just love Mexican food, which by the way, makes you fart and makes you fat and causes all kinds of gastrointestinal problems. Not too many people have sex after eating Mexican food. BUT... you won't eat pork. As an aside here, I do believe Mexicans might be contributing to Global warming. I mean you got millions of Mexicans eating beans and grease on a daily basis. All that gas got to go somewhere. I'm just speculating here and being the fool that I am, I'm probably wrong.

But. You love you some chicken with the giant breasts and wings larger than your family dog and that seems to be OK, even if it's genetically enhanced. I know you think about the corn you eat and why your body won't assimilate it. And that's because it's not natural corn anymore. It's been changed. But that's OK too, because you won't eat pork.

Now how do I know you Black people stuff yourselves on junk? Well... that's because White people know. Because White people watch you. White people watch all of you. They watch you at the check out counter and watch how you pay your bill and what you pay your bill with. You were probably thinking that they were checking out your pin number. Nope. The were looking to see what type of card you were using. Because, being Black and having the bad habit of needing to eat, you must be using an EBT card, better known as food stamps. And Lawd a'mighty, watch what happens if you pay with cash. YOU must be dealing drugs. In many cases the cashier will go out of his or her way to hold the money up to the light or check it against one of those lists of counterfit bills that they have at the register and in extreme cases, slyly rub it with their thumbs to make sure the ink doesn't come off.

Just for imformation purposes only, You Black people are under surveillance all the time. 24/7/365 and 364 in leap year. Those white people who go jauntily about their business haven't gotten the news yet, but they will. And they will be armed. You street pirates out there are in for some surpries. You are under surveillance by the ordinary every day white person because... well, they're afraid of your black asses. YOU want what they got. I don't care how poor they are or how shitty their stuff is... you want it.

But you Kneegroes have it all under control, don't you? The French call embarassing moments like these "little deaths" or if you happen to lean towards the Japanese, you would call moments like these, " the death of a thousand cuts"; killing you slowly a little bit at a time or weakening you so much that you don't have the strength to fight anymore. And you wonder why old Black people are so mean.

Here's another secret. White people KNOW that Black people are stingy tippers.

Here's the thing. White people do not approach Black people the same as they would a fellow White person. The interpersonal dynamics are completely different. The body language is different. The tonal quality of the voice is different. In other words, they don't want to serve you. You are a lesser being. You are throwing off the balance of the Universe by asking to be served by a White person. However, the situation is different with another Black person serving you. You can chalk that attitude up to the Black waiter thinking you're just another "sididdy" Ni@@er, which strangely enough makes the White waiter and the Black waiter on the same page. Go figure.

One thing you can bank on though. Whatever you tip will not be enough, because You have caused your White waiter to lower themselves to a position in life that they thought they would never be in and in case you don't believe me, try being a little more aware of your situation when you go out and the people you come into contact with. Watch that body language. Don't listen so much to what's being said, rather HOW it's being said.

The Creator gave you all of these wonderful gifts, one of which is awareness. Why don't you start making use of it?

The Joke's On US

The below is an answer to one persons rant about the Jewish people of which there are several populating the Internet. I though this one really struck at the heart of the situation of Black people in this country as it not only stands today, but down through history

Then again it's not like our genocidal (but well intentioned) floundering fathers were the epitome of anything less than conflicted murderers and conniving land grabbing thieves themselves.

Even at their religious best (worst) they were horrifically conflicted supremacists.

When people see and read and manipulate in their own minds a puree of poisoned reasoning so as to accept the tripe of their bogus declaration "all men are created equal" as some sort of divine proclamation, this is just proof positive of "we the people" at their collectively ignorant best.

This "all men are created equal" crap spewing from the sick English minds which are among the most racist and degraded in the galaxy, means this, in reality...

All Christian WHITE MEN are created equally.

They never even pretended otherwise.
They left that misconscrewing up to "we the people" who immediately, hopefully and with mucho delusion took the bait, hook line and sinker.

If you think for an instant our genocidal (but well meaning) floundering fathers even for an instant considered Asians, Indians, Negroes, Eskimos, etc., etc., etc. as even human beings let alone equals, you've already lost the battle for even a short vacation in sanity.

Hell, those hubris overfilled Lords thought they were being oh so "mighty white" (as perfectly depicted by their personal blue eyed Jesus) by the fact they so righteously and benevolently included Polaks, Dagos, Czechs and gasp! even the Irish as sorta/kinda/quasi equals. (but not really)

We all know how that turned out in practice, eh.

There's your nugget of bloody truth among the sack of fools gold known as patriotism or Puritans or our Christian nation "given by God."

As for the Jews and their hopeful but fatally errant manipulators, how many effing times are you gonna poke the hornet nest, try to ride that demonic tiger?

As Hegel said.. "the only thing history teaches us is history teaches us nothing."

Just as it will, once again, after this latest go round.

The only redemption is through our very own individuality.

Still there, even among 7 billion or 17 trillion others.

They haven't figured out how to co-opt this completely. Not Yet.

But they're working on it and you can "sure as Hell" take that to the bank.

I can add nothing.









Friday, May 04, 2012 5:15:00 PM

My Rabbits Gotta Eat

A lot of times I think that if I just keep screaming long enough and loud enough, somebody will eventually listen or at the very least call the Federales so that they can put me away. I don't worry about my voice giving out because I purchased from "As Seen On TV" a battery operated Mega megaphone that guarantees me my voice will be heard at it's maximum volume for least 30 days or my money will be cheerfully refunded and if I order in the next 10 minutes, I can get an extra Mega megaphone if I pay just shipping and handling. Which I did. But the downsize was, they didn't come with extra batteries.

Now I can scream and rant and rave just as long as I want to and sometimes for

effect, I foam at the mouth. Anyway I was thinking about the concept of friendship and what makes a good friend. First of all I think there must be some sort of mutual attraction between two people. Not sexually. It can be... oh, I don't know, just something about another person, man or woman that makes you attracted to them. Maybe it's a pheromones thing or that person was nice to you or he/she is non threatening. Sometimes, friendships spring up out of adversity, that is, the two of you started out hating each other and through a lot of unnecessary drama, you realized that you had a lot in common and were pretty much alike, even if you happened to be polar opposites, you managed to established some sort of bond.

What has this to do with anything? I don't know, since in today's world everyone is seen as the enemy and people have divided themselves up into small clicks or gangs or social groups or in psychological terms, in-groups and out-groups all of which are the same to some degree only extinguishable by the level of violence perpetrated by said group.

Rarely, if ever, is any relationship conducted on equal territory. It's more like neutral ground. You either turn in your guns at the door or mutually agree not to shoot one another. Looking at this in wide screen Hd with 3d glasses, it seems that this concept doesn't work too well when dealing with each other on a racial basis. Everyone wants to be on top and some think it's their right to be on top.

I am reminded of a story that used to go around among black people not too long ago. We used to talk bout friendship a lot. We talked about the relationship between white people and black people on a personal basis and the fact that two years ago your neighbor, a Mr. Palansky, who was white, loaned you five bucks one morning to put gas in your car so that you could make it to work. Now that happened two years ago and Mr. Palinsky rarely speaks to you, but you know that it's all good and that's just his way. On the other hand, your drinking buddy, who you got just a little too drunk with one night, brought you home and put you to sleep on the couch and left.

You conveniently forgot about that cigarette you had to have and in the process of smoking, fell asleep on the couch, setting fire to your house. Being the friend that he was, your buddy thought he should check back on you and to his horror saw your house fully engulfed in flames and the wail of fire trucks off in the distance. Disregarding his own personal safety, he broke in and pulled your drunken ass, your wife, your grandmother, your dog, and your pet rabbit out the front door as the fire trucks pulled up in front of your house.

Now it's three years down the road and you still remember the five bucks that Mr. Palanski loaned you and what a hellva nice guy he is, but when your old pal asked you to float him a loan, you reached into your back pocket, opened your wallet, fiddled around with bills with your fingers and finally looked up at him and said, "Man, I got just enough here to get the rabbit some food". You saw the hurt and disappointment in his face and for some unknown reason, this angered you , because you felt he was somehow taking advantage of your friendship and you blurted out, "Why you always coming round here with your hand out?" His mouth opened in disbelief as you continued, "What have you done for me lately? My rabbits gotta eat!"

As impossible as it might seem, apparently you can still purchase a Negro here in Amerikkka quite cheaply by today's monetary standards. And still on the subject of friendship and to be fair, you can purchase just about anybody for the right amount of money. Loans are an especially good way to purchase friends, but you also run the risk of turning your "friend" into an enemy when you demand your money back, but beware, these "friendly transactions" have the habit of turning out very nasty.

I'm outta here.

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

The Underground Railroad to the City of the Apes

Just a note of caution. The road ahead on this post is a rocky one.

Psychological Warfare is a term used to describe the new Jim Crow tactics of white people in the 21st century. I think of it as shifting consciousness. I see it as a way for the MSM and TPTB to shift their mythos of bad behavior onto the backs of black people exclusively.

Bad behavior is not the province of black people alone, although the TPTB have made it their top priority to showcase it as such and The Big Giant Heads who are looking for any reason to vilify black people, jump at any story to use as proof that black people as a whole have taken the midnight train to Jungle city.

I remember seeing footage of the capture of John Dillinger, a notorious gangster of the 20's or 30's. The police were lined up to shake his hand and pose with him for pictures. Never was he referred to as an animal or a mad dog, which was what he was. He was allowed to maintain his dignity and humanity. The same can be said for mostly all of the white gangsters of the era. As a matter of fact NASCAR grew out of the running of moonshine by violent criminals. Figure that one out. Bonnie and Clyde are remembered as folk heroes. The only way they could catch Al Capone was through income tax evasion. Each one of these individuals mentioned and those who are not, were deemed exceptions to the rule of the peace loving, I just want to be left alone white person. In fact every crazy, socially maladjusted white person is considered an abnormality and not an indication of the race as a whole, which could live together in peace and harmony if it just wasn't for those pesky darkies.

Black people, on the other hand are a whole different bunch of rutabagas. We are

looked at as a monolithic people who worships a monolithic god with monolithic brain functions that are linked together with a hive mind that makes it easier to deal with us, because once you know what one black person is thinking, then you understand the collective as a whole. Criminality and violence are just two of the primary emotions being transferred throughout the great link that makes up the hive mind of black people. And lest not forget sex. Primarily, the highly motivated and turbo charged sex of the black woman, a female comparable to no other and without peer, who with her highly efficient and salacious body and firm round buttocks, can produce baby after baby on and on to infinity. She Never. Ever. Stops.

Those black people who run afoul of the law or are thought to have run afoul of the law or look like they might run afoul of the law are designated as animals. They are denied their humanity, no matter what the crime they committed, might commit or because of their violent nature are thinking about committing. They are to be shunned or avoided. No matter how rich, well educated or successful, they will eventually commit a crime. They're actually thinking about robbing or ravaging white people while in the process of shopping, driving their flashy cars, taking their kids to school, watching sports, reading a book, using the computer, eating, praying, drinking or taking a shit. To all, if any, white people reading this, that nice, well mannered young black man is probably thinking about robbing you and ravaging your girlfriend or wife, while shaking your hand and smiling at you. In fact, that's why he's smiling. See that poor assed old black man over there? The one with a gimpy leg and the bad arm? He's probably thinking about robbing you as I type this. He's probably thinking that if he was 10 years younger and didn't have a bum leg, he would chase down your old lady or daughter or female dog or your pet gerbil and ravage the shit out of them. Of course he wouldn't ravage your pet chicken. That would be just plain nasty

Of course, I might be wrong. The world is not absolute. Nothing is. Wait a minute. Let me back up a little. Statistics are absolute. Statistics are never wrong. Statistic cannot be manipulated. All of us believe that the results of a poll of maybe a 1000 people is the will of 300,000,000 and should be regarded as gospel. Statistics are the bane of black people. Each time a Big Giant Head wants to back up any racially motivated argument about black people, he pulls out this big stick with statistics burned into it and proceeds to wail the living shit out of any black person within reach. You can't argue with statistics, he tells you, no matter how skewed they are. Statistics are sacred. Statistics are almost godlike in the eyes of the Big Giant Heads.

Black people just can't seem to catch a break.

And so it goes. Now I must remove tongue, which is firmly embedded in cheek and head back up the hill. The picture on the sidebar of Jacquelyn Williams is a heart breaker. She is missing. What's the "community" going to do?