YOoooh, Bubba-Culture . . .

"That doesn't bother you?"

"What?" he asked, bouncing a basketball on the crowded sidewalk downtown, waiting for the traffic-light to change.

"Being surrounded by millions of people speaking a language that you don't understand?"

"Long as I don't know what they saying, it don't bother me."

"They might be standing next to you talking about taking your head off."

For a moment he looked a little dumber, as if he didn't know what to say. Then, still bouncing the basketball, he mumbled: "It ain't in my black culture -- English is my language."

Maybe if some Spanish were written on a basketball he could bounce some of it into his brain. Yeah, what brain. English was his language . . . millions of CARBON-COPIES said that out of their slavepen mentalities. Could'n ever have entered their meek, common-as-dirt mind -- whether they speak English, Spanish, French, or Portuguese -- that they were living their one life on Earth as nothing but cheap imitations of white men and white women, and parroting, "We's all equal."

Can't conceive of speaking an Afrikan language in their "black" culture. Just as they came out of the slavepens is how they've remained. Still the white man's burden after over a hundred years.

His "English," his "black" culture. You knew the moment you entered a Vietnamese or Korean or Chinese or Japanese or Euro-American or mestizo community. The language of their respective culture was on their stores, shops, restaurants, theaters, clubs, places of entertainment.

Never saw an Afrikan American community. See many cheap imitations of Euro-American communities called Afrikan American communities. Have no businesses or places of entertainment. Euro-Americans, Asians, and mestizos entertain their own people in their own communities.

Over 35 million CARBON-COPIES, but without the Euro-American communities and their places of entertainment CARBON-COPY entertiners would have no place to entertain, and would disappear.

Bubba-culture.

SONS OF BRITCHES . . .

". . .yeah, but why -- in the 21st century -- are you wearing your BRITCHES below your stink butts, showing your stink underwear in public, as if after all these centuries you're still uncivilized?" They were five or six "CARBON-COPY" teenagers, SONS OF BRITCHES "hanging out" downtown on a crowded sidewalk in the business district. Men in suits and ties avoided them. Women -- some in dresses -- pretended not to see them.

"That's us -- who we is," one said.

They all wore baggy black BRITCHES and XL white T-shirts that hang to their knees, and ball caps were turned sideways on their heads.

"We lettin' the world know we hin'r, lak rap music," another said proudly.

"Yeah, show 'em we don' take no bullshit," another piped up.

"Straight up," another said. "It's our thang, our culture."

You could find SONS OF BRITCHES like them in all the cities of the United States. "After all the sacrificing for generations -- the 'shootin' 'n' lootin', burning and bleeding, marching and jailing, and lying and dying in the '60s -- this is the best your culture could come up with? -- you got jobs?"

"Jobs . . ?" one said, looking around at the others. "What's that?" He started giggling, and the others guffawed loudly in unison, turning and twisting and bending forward and slapping each other's palms -- even hopping up and down, as if putting on a show for passersby to notice them.

When they had subsided, one said, "We don't need to work, we lives wit' our folks."

"Ain't nothing cool 'bout working -- anybody can do that," another said. "We unique -- lak rap."

Who'd hire such SONS OF BRITCHES?

They're Baaaaaaack . . .

They never left. They're an intricate, intrinsic part of the foundation of every nation. Like rats they -- their beady red eyes and white buck teeth shining in the dark -- scurry from city to city, supported by their counterparts in every country.

They scratch, and nibble and pursue and persuade and squander under the cover of politics, under the cover of economics, under the cover of the military, under the cover of culture, of race -- and especially under the cover of religion.

They boast that they are the most pure, the most righteous, the most intelligent -- yet, dumbshits -- of all that exist.

Who are they?

WE are they! Flesh, blood, and bone, creating, inventing, THEORIZING, THEORIZING, THEORIZING . . . MARKING TIME . . . WAITING TO DIE.

The Truth-Lie

"If we are to preserve our Christian values, we must continue to look everywhere for negative things -- say that everything that he does is wrong, everything that he says is a lie."

"But you know that there are some truths that we can't hide . . . we . . ."

"Only I, The Most Wonderful One, tell the truth! My radio program and my writings are the only truths! We must always explain how a lie is hidden under every so-called truth he -- I am the Truth of the World! You, my followers, recognize that!"

"Yes, O'Master of Truth . . ."

"It's as when a lawyer makes a statement in court and the Judge tells the Jury to ignore what the lawyer just said. That's pure crap -- the statement is already in the people's mind, they can't erase it."

"Yes, O'Master of Truth of the World . . ."

"We saw an excellant example last night of what I'm teaching you. This politician interrupted Obama's speech before Congress by calling him a liar. He did this -- ha-ha, what beautful cojones, eh? -- to Obama -- I ain't calling him President -- in public, before the entire world. I believe -- I'll have to check this -- that this is the first time in history that a politician has done such a thing in public in the face of anyone holding that high office. And all this politician had to do today to cover himself is say that he apologized. Was it a sincere apology? I leave it to you to decide. It's similar to when I said on my show the other day that a certain group out there would be going after Oreos, the cookies, next . . . but first they'd have to wait until Obama's out of office . . . now, obviously -- anyone around in the '60s -- will take that as a racial slur, but I can always say that it was said in good humour -- ha-ha."

War and Warriors

"What madness!" Who are these crazy people? Haven't they ever read a history book in school about war or read a novel about war or seen a movie about war? Don't they have any common sense?

"Make them accountable for their war crimes, they prattle up and down the airwaves and scribble in newspapers -- and even books. They're condemning former President George W. Bush and Vice President Dick Cheney for prosecuting a war against enemies who rage even now that all Americans -- including these enemies of Bush and Cheney -- of every hue and ethnic group must be destroyed, killed, wiped from the face of the Earth wherever we are found.

What crimes have Bush and Cheney committed? They were elected to office and charged with the responsibility of defending the United States, of protecting the lives of every man, woman, and child from barbarians who openly -- before the entire world -- vowed to kill all Americans.

Are these weak-kneed, weeping "things" crying crocadile tears merely playing politics with their dribble about prosecuting Bush and Cheney for war crimes? Don't they have any respect for truth and honesty? Don't they know that soldiers are warriors and in war they come at each other screaming and spraying bullets, driving bayonets through chests and stomachs and brains, asking no quarter, giving none, dying?

Every soldier wants to survive and knows that knowledge of the enemies' plans improves his chances of returning to his country alive to loved ones, relatives, girlfriend, wife, children, to peace.

Soldiers must question brutal, bloodthirsty, captured warriors trained to slaughter without mercy, to loath weakness. They must treat them, question them without "kid gloves." They are enemies.

As a famous American General has said: "War is Hell!"

Culture-ritis . . . Giving Them . . .?

"Shhh . . .what you are about to read is politically incorrect. Tafadahli, repeat only in whispers."

Nothing Worthwhile Can Be Built On A False Foundation.

". . . but you're sexually abusing your children . . ."

"What about our indigenous rights being . . ."

"Not only are you sexually abusing your children in all your aborigine communities, the money that the Australian Government gives each of your communities for food, clothing, and health care is being used for alcohol -- drunkness and sexually abusing your children will destroy your people. That's why the government had to send soldiers and police into your communi . . ."

"The soldiers and police are taking away our human rights . . ."

The aborigines of Australia constitute 2 percent of Australia's population and have higher rates of unemployment, substance abuse, violence on each other, and shorter life expectancy than other Australians. Sound familiar?

Are there any ethnic groups in the U.S. that come to mind when we learn of the conditions of these aborigines and their complaints of human rights abuse when efforts are made by any government agency, local, state, or federal, to correct the problems that the people themselves are causing in their communities?

Is it any coincidence that the "cultures" of the black, red, and brown people -- as with the aborigines of Australia -- bit the dust when they came in conflict with the superior cultures of the Europeans?

Why, then, in these centuries of years has no agency from these superior European cultures dared to tell these incompetent people that it is their worthless "culture" that keeps them from advancing as a people, that they must throw off the disease of Culture-ritis (see blog entitled Definition) and update their "culture"?

Giving them welfare, building them homes, giving them food, giving them, giving them, giving them . . .

Why not force them to educate themselves and supply their own needs before they self-destruct out of existence?

Let History Record It.