Name It Claim It

Just looking at him, tall and sturdy, standing on a corner downtown, one didn't know whether to laugh or feel sorry for him.  One passer-by engaged him.

"Excuse me, I notice that you have half of your head bald and the other half 1/3rd is kinky-haired, another 1/3rd is cut close with some little design carved into it, and the last 1/3rd has rope-looking plaits attached to a patch of real hair and hanging to your waist.  Does all that have some significance?"
"Trying to figure out who I am.  Changes keep rolling in."
"Is that why you've got one of your trouser legs rolled up?"
"Yeah that style rolled in around the '70s or '80s.  And this chew-stick you see in my mouth, that came into black culture 'round then, too . . ."
"Chewing on a stick is black culture?"
"Ah-gah, goo goo, woo . . . black English, it means 'yes'."
"Where'd you learn that?  It sounds Afrikan."
"It just now rolled in."

"We've meekly, like frightened sheep, surrendered our identity as black people.  Ever notice that whenever these people talk about black culture or black identity they never mention that we need a real language or we're just cheap imitations of Europeans?"
"A language is serious business; that's why I'm just dealing with this outside-the-head stuff, especially hair.  We been in this hair thing for over a hundred years.  Some dudes still just cover it up with them do-dah rags running down the back of their head, like they piggy-backing on the Arabs."
"Guess they just figure if we piggy-backing on the Europeans who kicked our butts then we might as well piggy-back on the Arabs who kicked our butts, too.  People  who want the identity of those who kicked their butts are an abomination.  We need a language that identifies us like European languages identify Europeans, Asian languages Asians . . . long as we can't speak any language but a European we're locked in the European world -- a white world, talk about black this and black that all we want; can't understand anything unless it's brought to us in a European language, a language of the white world.  How long you been doing this?"
"Today makes a week."
"So after a week who do you think you are?"
"It ain't rolled in yet . . ."

Worst Enemy

A strong culture or weak culture is relative.  Each consists of features, some strong, others weak and must be updated, even discarded, to remain relevant to changing times.  When people believe that they suffer injustice from those of a different culture isn't it proper, even prudent, that they examine features of their respective culture believed to be hampering their defense?

One wouldn't be surprised to think that what he's hearing from a criminal is a lie, especially if the criminal is on trial for murder and is facing the death penalty.  But when an accused from a certain culture places his or her hand on the Bible and swears to tell the truth and nothing but the truth there are millions of people who snicker or cover their mouth to keep from  bursting out laughing.  Experience has taught them by being of the same culture as the accused and being the lowest people on society's economic totem pole, for whatever reason, that stealing anything from a shoe string to a doughnut hole and getting away with it by lying in court then he or she is worthy of kingly or queenly respect and admiration.  In the streets crowing "No justice, no peace!" and bellowing their empty-headed anti-police harangues encourages radicals to join them to raise hell even if they know they're lying about something.  Only once, to be excused from jury duty, was one heard to say:  "The truth, your Honor, is these people have such a reputation for bending the truth that I'd believe almost anything a policeman said about him or her."

In the Middle East, for millions of people, lying and deceiving are such centuries-old practices that they are accepted as an integral part of most cultures and have had countries and tribes imbroiled in an endless circus of assassinating, kidnapping, terrorism, murdering, gassing, overthrowing governments and tribes, enslaving, warring, and massacring.

Many of these whining bellyachers are renowned for saying:  "We're our worst enemy."

NETANYAHU-up!

"Go I," he answered when the destinyof his people called its sons and daughters to stand against the evil attacking them; known and admired the world over for their superb culture and intellectual prowess; cruelly, without mercy, persecuted and scattered through centuries by anti-Semitic scum to distant lands, yet always united by the love of Zion.  Balfour Declaration returns Israel to the Jews, signed by the powerful nations of the world, including Britian that later withdrew its support.  "But Arabs, Muslim terrorists, are attacking the Jews in Israel, killing, robbering, raping Jewish women, you must allow more Jews into Israel to help their people.  Arab Muslims, terrorists, are joining the Nazis.  The Jews are trying to escape the Holocaust, Britian."  "What do we British care.  It's not to our advantage to help the Jews, the Arabs will not like us.  We want to be a power mong them."  Anti-Jewish racist scum you're sending thousands of helpless Jews to their death.  History will remember your evil forever!  Jews, inheritors of to wise up, of to tighten up, of to David Ben-Gurion up; carry the pain of missles, rockets, and bombs slamming into bodies of Jewish men, women, and children; in military or civilian dress never free of the battlefield, never free of the streets, shopping centers, hospitals, schools, and homes exploding about him with the broken bodies of Jewish men, women, and children.

Camelot Poll they later called the meeting.  The 200-seat assembly room was packed, many crowded against the walls.  It was a special time in the history of Camelot.  They made special exceptions.  A spokesman representing the Attorney General.  Chains circled the ankles and wrists of the accused in the round cage at the front of the room.  A full-faced beard covered his face.  "I did these murders and bombings in the name of my religion," he boasted.
"No," the spokesman for the Attorney General shouted to the meeting.  "He did not kill those 33 Americans in the name of his religion --"
"You fool!  You think you know more about why I'm slaughtering Americans than I who plan the murders -- I'm a terrorist for my God!"
"Netanyahu-up!" someone shouted from the grumbling rukus at the back of the room.  The word brought a sudden hush in the room, heads turning, and it seemed to fuel the accused.  He bounced wildly against the bars.
"I propose to you that these people saying that they're in Islam, they'r not Muslims and have nothing to do with Islam," the Attorney General's spokesman said to the people.
"Who massacred helpless Israeli Olympic athletes in Munich in 1972 ?" yelled one from the sidewall.
"Anyone afraid to say that Muslim terrorists did it dishonors those massacred athletes and is a danger to civilized people!"
Again came voices from the back:  "Netanyahu-up!"

EBOLA Symbol

Columbus Day always brings out these rag-tag losers trying to disparage Columbus' dangerous voyages on the high seas to what today we call the Americas.  These losers trudge up from only God or the Devil knows where some unheard of "sterling" contributions to the world's progress from primitive cultures.

"If you don't have a history, invent one," someone contested years ago in response to this shameless lying against the courage and achievements of Columbus.  Just existing -- dogs and cats exist -- dosen't give anyone a  history.  Contributing something of note to the world gives people a history.

Providence, coincidence, cause and effect -- blame EBOLA on the culprit of our choice, one inescapable certainty is that EBOLA is a symbol of cowardice, hypocrisy,  and lies.  For dedcades and generations we've welcomed apolitical people running into our country from the political struggles to improve conditions in their own country. Instead of telling them the truth we, groveling with PC for a vote, welcome them under the flag of "Oh, we're a country of immigrants . . . give us your hungry . . . ."  That was only relevant over a hundred years ago, in another time.  They tell us of their pride in their culture and their love for their country and we grin, bobbing and weaving, submerging their minds in self-eulogizing garbage, not daring to mention the rundown, backward towns and villages they come out of.  EBOLA and other diseases did not incubate in economically thriving cities with  high emphasis on hygiene and sanitation and modern medical facilities.

Disease and chaos accompany people who are not told that political corruption and powerful drug trafficking cartels, ruthless violence and wretched poverty are functioning in that culture that they boast of.  Disease, illiteracy, and chaos destroy black people whose so-called leaders are not condemned for filling the heads of black children and adult zombis with lies that thousands of years ago "superior" black geniuses built pyramids in Egypt, flew space ships to the moon and created everything in the world, including dirt and icewater.  Strange, these "superior" black geniuses didn't have sense enough to create an educational system or culture to pass their great intelligence on to succeeding "superior" black generations.

The next time one of these geniuses steps up as a candidate he might hear:
"Okay,you guys, whose ancestors' 'superior' culture landed you in cotton fields and cane fields have had your no-experience-necessary shot.  Now, we guys, whose ancestors 'inferior' culture prepared us to build this nation and other nations will take it from here -- before our nation is destroyed by EBOLA, ISIS, and scum-bag thugs (male and female, in and out of politics) . . . ."

Talk Show

"Can he rap?"
They were six men sitting at a maroon table in a tiny office.
"He can bring it, make you want to jump up and shake your fist and holler and all that stuff . . ."
"What's his plan?" one wantd to know.
"It ain' no question of a plan,"another answered.  "It's 'bout making them people think we must have some kind of plan or we wouldn't be asking them for money . .."
"He got any backing in our community   ?" one interrupted.
"Sho' he got some backing," the one who'd started the conversation said.  "In fact, even if he ain' he can make 'em think he got us backing . . ."

"I agree wit' that," the one who had asked the question said.  "In fact, we ain' never had no sho'nuff foundation plan.  We been marching and rioting and begging and threatening with these rapping leaders for over a hundred years and we still behind everbody in everything 'cept dying our hair blond and putting rings in our ears and noses and looking like two different fools at the same time . . . we still marching and rioting -- and now we done mixed the profiling and police brutality in the rapping . . .

"We got these anti-American folks all over the world supporting everything we say and don't know if we lying or not," one broke in.
"I bet if they woke up one morning and saw a thousand of us getting off airplanes with our suitcases and looking lost they wouldn't support that . . ." one said.
"Yes they will," another said.  "We'll jes play dumb on 'em like we do the white folks here and they'll take care of us."
"Jes tell the rapper leader to hit hard on that profiling and police brutality -- and we need to take a lot of them ig'nant young people wit' us . . ." one said.
"But they'll blow our peaceful front," another interrupted.  "They looks like what they is -- dumb thugs . . ."
"But they used to going to jail," another cut in. "The rapper leaders got to be free to speak for the masses.  Anythang anybody wants to know 'bout our people they come to us leaders.  We git all the glory for our people's progress . . . anyhow, it, after all, ain' nothing but a li'l spor't."

BABIES

Babies all over the country were boo-hooing.  Actually, they weren't babies.  They were only boo-hooing like babies.
"Why are they boo-hooing?"
They were all over a hundred years old and they had been born boo-hooing and were now dying, boo-hooing.
"But how can anyone with a brain live or survive in a world of mistakes, corruption, cruelty, laughter, hate, love, work, play, kinky-haired, lank-haired, short haired, long haired, no haired, rope-haired,
 progress, and in less than two hundred years -- starting with nothing -- become the most powerful, progressive country in the world?"

Oh, these boo-hooing babies had nothing to do with making us great.  Why, in World War II Germany and Japan were literally bombed out of existance, but some 25 years later had rebuilt to be economic powers.  And they accomplished that with help from us and utilizing the strong features of their legitimate culture.
"But what has that got to do with these boo-hooing babies?"
These boo-hooing babies say that over a hundred years ago -- before any of these boo-hooing babies were born -- some blacks decided that they wanted to live in their own country, didn't want to live among non-blacks, wanted to return to the continent of their ancestors.  We helped them to get back to the land of their ancestors and set up their own country, although they knew nothing of the weak, worthless culture of their dead ancestors who were enslaved in the first place by those of a stronger culture -- even MOTHER NATURE has methods of  keeping the EARTH from being over-populated.

"But why are they boo-hooing?"
Well, they feel that black people are like babies, don't know how to  help themselves, don't have a culture, don't know how to grow up and be men and women and progress . . .
"Oh, these boo-hooing babies feel that black people are so stupid that they're like children and have to be taken care of forever . . ."
FOREVER.

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Think No Speak

But if we have these people called "leaders of their people" and are known as race-hustlers and have only a cheap carbon-copy subculture how . . .
"Now there are things we might think, but political correctness . . ."
What about thousands of people who might be walking across our borders with EBOLA or some other disease from living in filthy villages . . .
"Please now, let us not . . ."

And what about that problem of protecting the President and his family?
"We don't want to go there.  Too many extenuating circumstances . . . you know that he's the first, uh, I mean you know that out of all these people always whining about "racism" that our country is the only country in this Hemisphere that has elected the first . . . uh . . ."
You mean the first black President?
"It's one of those  things we think, but, you know, don't say."

But everybody knows that hundreds of thousands of naieve so-called blacks and whites voted for him -- making history -- because he's black.
"And, of course, many voted for him believing he had the ability . . ."
And, of course, many of his moves now have a multitude saying that he doesn't have the experience . . .
"But, please, don't say that out loud."

What about the woman?
"What woman?"
What if the person in charge of those assigned to protect him and his family had been a man?
"Oh, God please don't . . ."

It's like whenever there's a confrontation between a cop and a black we think that the black's lying, but never say it.  And always trying to harmonize black and white, the most opposing of the opposites, and thinking:  Too many so-called blacks live their one life on Earth as nothing more than inferior imitations of Anglos or inferior imitations of Spaniards or inferior imitations of the Frecnch . . .
"Oh, God, please stop . . ."
And always screaming "racism" but thinking:  It ain't nothing but freedom of choice.