D. D. Throwaways

". . . we gon' shoot ol' so-'n-so. we gon' kill him . . . "

You look at them.  Some people not only sound ignorant every time they open their dumb mouth, they also look ignorant, and you think:  If these D. D. Throwaways are still stagnating in ignorance in the 21st century what must they have been like coming out of some stone age culture in the 16th century.  If you can see one or hear of one of these loud-mouthed ignorant fools getting shot today and you only think "ho hum, how boring," then you can understand how people who looked and sounded totally different from them centuries ago couldn't see them as humans but sub-human things of no worth.

"Ol' so-'n-so is a racist and we gon' git him . . ."

But this so-'n-so hasn't killed or abused a single black.  Blacks have been killing twenty and thirty other blacks weekly for months and these ignorant loud-mouths haven't opened their dumb mouths about that.  Why -- if they're so concerned about defending blacks?  It's a talk show.  A game for getting seen on TV.  A killer doesn't go around broadcasting about whom he's going to kill.  These people are dummies even though there's been public education in our country for over a hundred years and organizations helping drop-outs to become drop-ins to, now days, listen to a ton of drop-in teachers who should be dropped-out along with their political agendas.

Let them, for example, take their butts to some socialist or communist country, like Cuba or North Korea or China -- better, still, let them join the jihadists and their troubles will be over; they'll have no more complex decisions to ponder about life; the jihadists confront them with only one door, the door of death.  You're dead when they bring in through that door and you're dead when they send you out that door.

You see these D.D.Throwaways prancing and provoking at political rallies and when some man hits one of these "killers" in the mouth this "killer" almost kills himself running away.  Who, with any sense, cares how many of these dumb damn "killers" get shot?  They're nothing but a continuation of centuries of D.D.Throwaways. 

Hermano and Brother

Two words or two worlds?  The question comes as you watch a man on TV.  If two worlds, he's at one of those worlds and has had to decide whether he'll move into it or try to conduct his business from outside it.  He's on a dance floor in a night club in Argentina, a young woman, lovely, svelte, in his arms.  They're dancing the tango.   " How in the hell can he be dancing after that tragedy of Muslim terrorists slaughtering so many innocent people in Brussels . . ?" echoing in your mind from a previous TV news commentator.  You're instantly transported to walking down a sidewalk in Mexico City and you're suddenly hearing  ". . . Hermano . . . oye, mano . . ."  You continue walking, but seconds later the call comes again and you think, There're only a few people on this sidewalk, maybe he's calling out to me.

You turn and see this guy wave, hurrying toward you.  "Que pasa, mano, vamos a tomar  una cerveza" (" What's happening, brother, let's have a beer . . ."). he says.  You've been in Mexico long enough to know that you represent a world of people that some of them have heard about but do not know. and you marvel at the ease and frequency with which "hermano" or "mano"  is used among these Spanish-speaking people and the ease with which the language lends itself to "mi adorable" or "mi vida" or "mi corazón" between men and women who might not even know each other.

You watch this man on TV, a black President from an Anglo-strong society where the only people who constantly refer to one another as "brother" are Afrikan Americans and to them that black President is "gettin' down," and to that they say, "yeah, do the do, brother."  He had done it in Cuba.  And you could imagine some non-brother people wailing, "How dare him represent us super immortal people by being so cordial with those people.  He's probably calling them 'hermano' and 'hermana.'  My God, we've never been so humiliated!"  The dance is ending, her shapely white thigh cradling high on his, and you burst out laughing, visualizing racists of all colors, world-wide, groaning in agony.  You try to think of another President who could've stepped into those two worlds and done the business he'd come to do, especially with fear and hatred being spread throughout the world not by Christians, not by Hebrews, not by Buddhists but by Muslim terrorists.

Unhidden Cuba Few Know

Ask many of today's college students, especially those storming into the political rallies of a certain presidential candidate to disrupt them, who was José Martí or Antonio Maceo y Grajales or what is La Santería and they'd think that you'd suddenly lost your sanity.

Island people are trapped in a perpetually destructive oceanic orbit that carries them all the days and nights of their life through hurricanes, tidal waves, floods, and whatever other misery that the wrath of tons of water can think of to smash animate and inanimate objects with.  In defense, island people have to move fast, requiring them to think fast.  They're impatient with slow thinking, slow moving people; their speech and actions come fast, sharply.

José Martí, Cuban revolutionary leader and poet is considered to be the Apostle of the Cuban Revolution against Spain; was killed in combat on the battlefield.

General Antonio Maceo y Grajales was second in command of the Cuban Revolutionary Army against the Spaniards.  Because of his brillance and heroic fighting on the battlefield -- and being an Afro Cuban -- he was called El Titán de Bronze (The Bronze Titan).  La Santería is the synthesis of features of Catholicism and the Yoruba religion of the slaves from Nigeria.  It is deeply ingrained in Cuban culture and the cultures of countries south of the United States border.

It was encouraging to sense in the body language of the U.S. President and the Cuban President a measure of rapport, grandstanding or sincere, overcoming different political systems; it showed the results of contact  between people of dark and light complexion in Cuba and in the United States after centuries of years,  Knowledge of others is essential in one's offense and defense.

Scares Slimy Anti_Americans To . . .

According to these scumbags only one man had anything to do with these mobs of ignorant hooligans invading the political rallies of peaceful Americans.  These illiterate scumbag juveniles would have us believe that one man, a presidential candidate, knew all of these dummies from their birth and he, not their parents, had everything to do with them in their formative years.  These very same liars who've been attacking this man from the moment he became a presidential candidate would have us believe that they had nothing to do with provoking these mobs to invade his political rallies.

These hypocrites insult our intelligence by tripping over each other to get on TV and radio stations to accuse this presidential candidate of causing this rioting seconds after one began; they had the accusations at the ready.  Their quick-as-a-flash response to them helped to promote more rioting.  And jerks at TV stations are guilty of replaying, ad nauseam for sensationalism, scenes of peace officers trying to calm some ignorant hoodlum pretending to be enraged in order to be seen on TV.

Hypocrites believe that if they just don't mention the words 'Muslim terrorists' they can placate these Muslim terrorists who're chopping off Christians' heads and burning people alive.  How do they think that they can placate an enemy -- without being a fool -- who broadcasts to the world that they intend to kill Americans all over the world?  All of these miscreants are crying out, 'Don't allow him to speak!  Let any of the other candidates speak, but not him -- disrupt his  rallies!'  Why?  Hasn't he been praised for bringing it the way it needs to be brought, for not sugar-coating evil?  Of course, and that's what scares these slimy anti-Americans to death!

The Pope, Culture-Speak, Politics

Is there mistreatment of Indigenous people in any country south of the border of the United States?  Or did the Pope exaggerate?  Or did someone lie on the Pope?  It was reported that during the Pope's recent tour of countries south of our border that he scolded the people of a country for mistreating the Indigenous people.  In the United States -- and in the country where he allegedly scolded some people -- many will interpret this 'mistreatment' as Culture-Speak.  Culture-Speak is empowerment over Culture-losers.  When Europeans brought Culture-Speak into the now-Americas some of the Indigenous people said:  'We better wake up and smell the coffee and update our culture or this Culture-Speak will bury us.'  The Europeans took Culture-Speak to Afrika and rounded up a few million Culture-Losers and brought them to the now-Americas and some woke up, smelled the coffee, and are doing quite well.

But most of the blacks and Indigenous people refused to smell the coffee and passed a Loser-Spirit onto succeeding generations, especially in politics.  They created names and phrases in an attempt     to degrade the Culture-Speak people and make them feel so weak and guilty  that some of these Culture-Speak could only feel civilized by giving these Culture-Losers whatever they demanded.  In fact, some of these Culture-Speak people became politicians and took over the government in order to give these Culture-Losers more.  One of the names that these Culture-Losers use for maligning the Culture-Speak people is "racist".  In the presidential election of 2016, thousands of these ignorant, loud-mouthed Culture-Losers are attempting to defeat a presidential candidate who  represents strength, expertise, and power by calling  him a racist; they raise hell wherever he speaks.  Fortunately, some of the Culture-Speak people and their supporters are smashing some of these Culture-Losers in their damn mouth.

Sane Love

"Men and women kill each other because of love . . . isn't that a contradiction, Rev'n'?"
"No.  You see, there're different kinds of love, young man -- how old are you?"
"I'll be fourteen next month and I don't want no love that make somebody want to kill me or me kill somebody and end up on death row . . ."
"Well, you're a little young for me to get into agape, and to paraphrase a great poet '. . . you still have miles to go before you sleep . . .' so I'll just say that there's strange love and sane love, and we humans can sometimes be whimsical, untrustworthy, and flighty in our love for each other.  But what about love for country, would you fight for your country knowing you'll have to fight or be killed?"
"Of course."

"Now, that's hard-nosed love, no wiggle room there.  You and your country are threatened by an enemy, what would you do?"
"I'd kill'em before they can kill me."
"But what if you wanted to be President of the country, you couldn't think about just saving your life . . . you'd be responsible for the lives of millions of people in your country and in allied countries.  Could you treat with Heads of State of other countries, you having no experience in that business?  You go all over the country making speeches to convince people how hard-nosed and firm you'd be as President and millions of people jump to their feet applauding and cheering you, loving what you're saying.  But they vote for another candidate and you're perplexed, can't figure out what happened.  It was the mild-mannered, soft-spoken way you came across, even when speaking bluntly, that overrode all the toughness you tried to portray.  And the people accepted you with sane love."