Sunday Britches: Does what we're taught during our formative years travel irreversibly below the surface of our thoughts and actions throughout our life?
Early Britches: In our countries we're like Gods. No one dares to publicly question or disagree with any order we give. Now comes this one of color, chosen head of state of a super-power country by some unruly mob or some cunning crew. We have many of his color in our countries, descendents of those we enslaved, people of no worth. One tires of seeing them in countries all over the world, living in squallor and illiteracy, always beggers. We keep them out of sight. But this one in his childhood was exposed to our religion. When he met the ruler of that kingdom like mine he bowed so low over that ruler's hand he seemed to be kissing his hand as one kisses the hand of the Pope. Rumors are that he's got anti-Jewish acquaintances in his background, even some anti-American acquaintances . . . interesting . . . .
Later Britches: People of his color have been in the countries like mine in this Hemisphere for as long as they've been in his. But our people have never seen one of his color as a head of state of one of our countries. Can't even dream of it. Be a nightmare in one of our countries. All that divisive racial talk. Rioting, lootin', burning. We keep people of his color out of sight, subdued. Surely he knows all that. Wonder what he thinks of us . . . at least every time he sees one of us we're not bouncing a damn basketball on sidewalks and streets, subways and buses, in restaurants and toilets -- and we've got a language. Some people compare him with politicians throughout underdeveloped countries who have always used the masses to gain office by promising them more beans and rice than competing politicians. On the scene of foreign policy such politicians never left any mark on the international stage of history unless they had the capacity of a Fidel Castro.
Sunday Britches: Always surrounded. Keep coming at you, partial to some color. A damn color can't die for anybody. Can't live for anybody . . . still, variety matters. People have been jumping in and out of interracial bedrooms for centuries. Can't handle it, Bubba? Kill yourself. Bullsh_t! Roll the dice, pay your dues, "Try'em all . . . and back to the barracks fall . . . ."
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Friday, December 26, 2014
Interview
"Everybody always do me wrong . . ." captures a time-honored theme of countless ditties called "blues" that millions of "connoisseurs of music" sob over. One hears it in the anti-police braying of conniving protesters demonstrating in the streets. Some two blocks behind the hell-raising demonstrators an interviewer speaks with an onlooker:
"Why aren't you down there with them?" the interviewer asked.
"I'm a college student."
"What those down there whooping and hollering need to be. Test scores have even been lowered to help them pass the entrance exam at colleges and universities."
"Even then many of them drop out, claim the white teachers discriminate against them."
"How can they do that? They're sitting in the same classroom with the white students, using the same books -- but they still graduate less educated than whites."
"They accuse the white teachers of whispering when they're near black students and talking louder when they're near white students."
"They probably don't even believe that foolishness themselves . . ."
"You see 'em down there loot'n and burning like fools -- and attacking police. They'll believe anything as long as it's not intelligent."
"That's because race-hustlers, black and white -- especially in the media -- distorting the news in favor of the rioters can play on their childish emotions to keep them newsworthy and make them think that they can attack police with impunity. While everybody else is progressing your people are going backwards. Generations ago they started out trying to improve themselves and now, over a hundred years later, they're in worst condition than when they started out. They weren't murdering each other and loot'n and burning. They were doing constructive things, building, studying . . ."
"They"re not my people, they're -- young and old -- the demented disciples of the devil disguised as divine."
"Why aren't you down there with them?" the interviewer asked.
"I'm a college student."
"What those down there whooping and hollering need to be. Test scores have even been lowered to help them pass the entrance exam at colleges and universities."
"Even then many of them drop out, claim the white teachers discriminate against them."
"How can they do that? They're sitting in the same classroom with the white students, using the same books -- but they still graduate less educated than whites."
"They accuse the white teachers of whispering when they're near black students and talking louder when they're near white students."
"They probably don't even believe that foolishness themselves . . ."
"You see 'em down there loot'n and burning like fools -- and attacking police. They'll believe anything as long as it's not intelligent."
"That's because race-hustlers, black and white -- especially in the media -- distorting the news in favor of the rioters can play on their childish emotions to keep them newsworthy and make them think that they can attack police with impunity. While everybody else is progressing your people are going backwards. Generations ago they started out trying to improve themselves and now, over a hundred years later, they're in worst condition than when they started out. They weren't murdering each other and loot'n and burning. They were doing constructive things, building, studying . . ."
"They"re not my people, they're -- young and old -- the demented disciples of the devil disguised as divine."
Monday, December 22, 2014
Hands Dripping Blood
Ignorant mobs of them marched through the streets, shouting for police to be killed. Now that two innocent police officers have been murdered can these race-hustling scumbags "breath?" What do these whooping and hollering scum do now? They can't outgun the police and the Armed Forces.
Many marching in the streets and yelling about "racism" received their first training on "racism" from race-hustlers in pulpits. There's more variety in dirt than in these one-dimensional church-nurtured whiners of "racism." That's why some "black" politicians, no matter how high they sit on the political totem pole, find it too tormenting to try to be more than a "black" community race-hustler. That's the sum-total of their political experience. Race-hustling in so-called black communities is a talk-show, an industry enriching some and strangling weak-minded, incompetent "blacks" from generation to generation.
Many marching in the streets and yelling about "racism" received their first training on "racism" from race-hustlers in pulpits. There's more variety in dirt than in these one-dimensional church-nurtured whiners of "racism." That's why some "black" politicians, no matter how high they sit on the political totem pole, find it too tormenting to try to be more than a "black" community race-hustler. That's the sum-total of their political experience. Race-hustling in so-called black communities is a talk-show, an industry enriching some and strangling weak-minded, incompetent "blacks" from generation to generation.
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Why Some Can't
"It's difficult to recruit black men for the police force," an official recently said, commenting on all the brass on the sreets, TV, and radio about white police and blacks. Now imagine a beautiful Duchess and a Prince, her husband, coming to the United States and someone has them pose for a picture with a black basketball player. The Prince is dressed in a dark suit and tie, a topcoat fits the Duchess snugly. She stands between the Prince and the basketball player. The black basketball player, huge beside her, is dressed in his red basketball trunks and matching sleevless jersey as if he had just stepped off the basketball court. He must have been sweaty -- and his right arm was around the Duchess' shoulder! What! The difference in their race is obvious; we can imagine the difference in their class, their education, and their social status throughout the world. What could the Prince have been thinking standing there knowing some dude, a black basketball player, had his arm around his wife's shoulder. Who could have subjected the Duchess and basketball player, so opposite in class, to taking such a photo?
"Maybe the Law of Opposites," the guy the official was talking to said.
"That's my point. Some things are so different in us it's like built into our DNA. I say 'built in' because when our butts first hit the air on this magnetic rock we call the Earth we didn't know anything about colors. And there's this business of positive - negative, beautiful - ugly, high class - low class about "black" and white and people of other colors built into the DNA of all of us. Now, for just a moment, like a streak of greased lightening on the back of a speeding bullet let us return to that time when intellectually superior people segregated themselves from intellectually inferior people and decided: 'Maybe if we hired some black policemen they would be more acceptable to black people than we are. We just won't let them try to arrest white people, especially in some southern towns, because then we will have one hellish problem. So to be a policeman a black man had to be a tough, mental superman, had to conquer that feeling of humiliation, and had to try to put police man over that black man built into him. And every time he tried to arrest a black he had to do mental calisthenics, knowing he was going to hear: 'I ain't done nothing, brother man,' the man would say. 'I'm a police officer,' he'd tell him. 'I know that,' the man would say, 'but you still one of us, brother, give me a break . . .' He'd repeat, I'm a police officer' and the man would say, 'You ain't nothing but an ol' uncle tom . . . .' Every time he had to arrest one it took a little out of him. All these people screaming white police this and black people that I wonder if we can ever be absolutely harmonized."
"What about relativity? Every time you say 'absolutely' you bring in relativity."
"Relativity is the Gestapo."
"You think that basketball player was ignorant of the protocol to be observed with royalty because he was black?"
"If people on the street, TV, and radio are so ignorant about police think what they'd be like without police."
"Maybe the Law of Opposites," the guy the official was talking to said.
"That's my point. Some things are so different in us it's like built into our DNA. I say 'built in' because when our butts first hit the air on this magnetic rock we call the Earth we didn't know anything about colors. And there's this business of positive - negative, beautiful - ugly, high class - low class about "black" and white and people of other colors built into the DNA of all of us. Now, for just a moment, like a streak of greased lightening on the back of a speeding bullet let us return to that time when intellectually superior people segregated themselves from intellectually inferior people and decided: 'Maybe if we hired some black policemen they would be more acceptable to black people than we are. We just won't let them try to arrest white people, especially in some southern towns, because then we will have one hellish problem. So to be a policeman a black man had to be a tough, mental superman, had to conquer that feeling of humiliation, and had to try to put police man over that black man built into him. And every time he tried to arrest a black he had to do mental calisthenics, knowing he was going to hear: 'I ain't done nothing, brother man,' the man would say. 'I'm a police officer,' he'd tell him. 'I know that,' the man would say, 'but you still one of us, brother, give me a break . . .' He'd repeat, I'm a police officer' and the man would say, 'You ain't nothing but an ol' uncle tom . . . .' Every time he had to arrest one it took a little out of him. All these people screaming white police this and black people that I wonder if we can ever be absolutely harmonized."
"What about relativity? Every time you say 'absolutely' you bring in relativity."
"Relativity is the Gestapo."
"You think that basketball player was ignorant of the protocol to be observed with royalty because he was black?"
"If people on the street, TV, and radio are so ignorant about police think what they'd be like without police."
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Lugubrious Lubrication
"Sikiliza, Cheko (Listen, Cheko), Who're these white Hispanics and black Caucasians?"
"Ah, my Mzingativu, you wanna chat, wanna track this gritty squeaking, sivyo (right)?"
"Ndiyo (yes)."
"Well, the people in Spain call themselves and are called Spaniards, not white Spaniards. They are of the Caucasian race, white. I don't know how we tell the difference between a Spaniard and a white Spaniard if they'er both Hispanics."
"Cheko, the same is puzzling about black Caucasians. How can they be black and Caucasian at the same time? Whichever race they're trying to identify with the other is tugging at them and they can't feel free with either race. They're just out there blowing in the wind without a race."
"Some blacks call themselves Latins, but Latins are of the Caucasian race -- there's no Latin race. Just because an Englishman or a Spaniard impregnates a black woman that doesn't make either baby a Caucasian. Blacks who want the identities of people who don't identify as black hate themselves. That's why they're self-destructing with these identities, with illiteracy, drugs, alcohol, crime, murdering each other, and filling jails and prisons. They can't conceive of speaking Swahili, an Afrikan language."
"Were you born in the United States, Cheko?"
"Ndiyo."
"Why are you not like the others?"
"I avoid them wherever they are -- Afrika, Europe, the United States, and countries south of the U.S. border. They honor the people whose identity they have. I honor our ancestors who got off those slave ships."
"I think that those who call themselves white Hispanics don't want to be identified with the blacks and Indians among them. Doesn't that make them racists?"
"They have a culture, they have a culture that puts them in charge, but the blacks and Indians among them don't seem to have a culture. If you watch Hispanic TV shows and movies it's extremely rare that you see an Indian or a black in charge of anything or doing anything -- and with that I hope that I've answered some of your question. Kwa heri, Mzingativu (goodbye, Mzingativu)."
"Kwa heri ya kuonana, Cheko (goodbye until we meet again, Cheko)."
"Amani iwekwako (peace be upon you)."
"Ah, my Mzingativu, you wanna chat, wanna track this gritty squeaking, sivyo (right)?"
"Ndiyo (yes)."
"Well, the people in Spain call themselves and are called Spaniards, not white Spaniards. They are of the Caucasian race, white. I don't know how we tell the difference between a Spaniard and a white Spaniard if they'er both Hispanics."
"Cheko, the same is puzzling about black Caucasians. How can they be black and Caucasian at the same time? Whichever race they're trying to identify with the other is tugging at them and they can't feel free with either race. They're just out there blowing in the wind without a race."
"Some blacks call themselves Latins, but Latins are of the Caucasian race -- there's no Latin race. Just because an Englishman or a Spaniard impregnates a black woman that doesn't make either baby a Caucasian. Blacks who want the identities of people who don't identify as black hate themselves. That's why they're self-destructing with these identities, with illiteracy, drugs, alcohol, crime, murdering each other, and filling jails and prisons. They can't conceive of speaking Swahili, an Afrikan language."
"Were you born in the United States, Cheko?"
"Ndiyo."
"Why are you not like the others?"
"I avoid them wherever they are -- Afrika, Europe, the United States, and countries south of the U.S. border. They honor the people whose identity they have. I honor our ancestors who got off those slave ships."
"I think that those who call themselves white Hispanics don't want to be identified with the blacks and Indians among them. Doesn't that make them racists?"
"They have a culture, they have a culture that puts them in charge, but the blacks and Indians among them don't seem to have a culture. If you watch Hispanic TV shows and movies it's extremely rare that you see an Indian or a black in charge of anything or doing anything -- and with that I hope that I've answered some of your question. Kwa heri, Mzingativu (goodbye, Mzingativu)."
"Kwa heri ya kuonana, Cheko (goodbye until we meet again, Cheko)."
"Amani iwekwako (peace be upon you)."
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Euphemistically "Bliss"
We are told that ignorance is bliss. So to be PC we are encouraged not to refer to them as ignorant cowards but, rather, as people who exist in a state between low intelligence and no intelligence expressing their "bliss." When these rioters and looters, always accompaning "peaceful" disturbers of the peace screaming "No Justice No Peace," shatter show-windows with bricks, clubs, and trash cans and smash doors and walls of stores and homes and set them afire we musn't call them cowardly mobs, although show-windows, businesses, and homes can't fight back.
In 1982 when the rioters and looters were expressing their ignorance -- oops, "bliss" -- in an area in Los Angeles, California that had many Korean business establishments the Koreans patrolled their establishments with AK47s, shotguns, rifles, and pistols. The rioters and looters didn't go near those Korean businesses. The Koreans were waiting to greet their "bliss" with bullets. There's a teaching in that example.
Our Constitution gives us the right to protect our property. It also gives us the right to have police with the authority to arrest law breakers. These police are backed-up by the National Guard, the Marine Corps, the Army, Navy, and Air Force. But it's common to see a man or woman resist police officers who attempt to arrest him or her. Now, the police officers are armed with high-powered guns and clubs and the suspect has only his or her empty hands; yet, he or she will resist or attack the police officers. With what ignorant -- oops, "blissful" -- temerity does the suspect recklessly expose himself or herself to injury or death? Has he or she never heard the expression "to be in a no win situation"? Or could it be that the suspect knows that there is a multitude of sleezy, slimy, lying, blabber-mouth apologists -- many with law degrees -- and news reporters and commentators at the ready to rouse the ignorance -- oops, "bliss" -- of the common horde with weeping, whining, moaning, and sobbing crys of "Police brutality" and wanting the police to be more kind to those who resist arrest?
In 1982 when the rioters and looters were expressing their ignorance -- oops, "bliss" -- in an area in Los Angeles, California that had many Korean business establishments the Koreans patrolled their establishments with AK47s, shotguns, rifles, and pistols. The rioters and looters didn't go near those Korean businesses. The Koreans were waiting to greet their "bliss" with bullets. There's a teaching in that example.
Our Constitution gives us the right to protect our property. It also gives us the right to have police with the authority to arrest law breakers. These police are backed-up by the National Guard, the Marine Corps, the Army, Navy, and Air Force. But it's common to see a man or woman resist police officers who attempt to arrest him or her. Now, the police officers are armed with high-powered guns and clubs and the suspect has only his or her empty hands; yet, he or she will resist or attack the police officers. With what ignorant -- oops, "blissful" -- temerity does the suspect recklessly expose himself or herself to injury or death? Has he or she never heard the expression "to be in a no win situation"? Or could it be that the suspect knows that there is a multitude of sleezy, slimy, lying, blabber-mouth apologists -- many with law degrees -- and news reporters and commentators at the ready to rouse the ignorance -- oops, "bliss" -- of the common horde with weeping, whining, moaning, and sobbing crys of "Police brutality" and wanting the police to be more kind to those who resist arrest?
Sunday, November 30, 2014
Hypocrisy! Hypocrisy! Hypocrisy!
A policeman sat in a straight-back chair outside the room. A woman lay on her back in the hospital room he guarded. Her shooting had gone international and so had support for her, especially in the Middle East and Afrika where rag-tag third world, jack-ass countries with anti-American agendas demonstrated in her favor.
Even in that loose-fitting white linen robe she could be a model, the reporter sitting beside her bed thought. She was tall, her body parts symmetrically connected. "Why did you shoot the cop?" he asked.
"I didn't like the way he looked at me. They always bullying us po' innocent 'people of color' . . ."
"How was he looking at you?"
"He wasn't exactly looking at me . . ."
"I don't understand."
"He was looking at my titties . . ."
"Where were they?"
"In my brassiere, minding they own business."
"So how could he see them?"
"I got this soft tan skin and I know the tops of 'em, round and smooth, looking inviting peeping up from my brassiere . . . I like to show 'em like that to give 'em some air. They jiggle like they grinning every time I move my arms . . ."
"And that's why you shot him?"
"I and my nephew was sitting in this restaurant eating a sandwich and he was drinking a soda in a booth and a couple of times he glanced over in our direction and my nephew, big as a football player, suddenly pointed at him and said, 'Come on.' We went over there and my nephew said, 'You ain't got no right to be bullying us 'cause we people of color' and the cop looked surprised like he didn't understand, and that's when my nephew hit him so hard in the jaw, knocked him in the corner of the booth and the cop was snatching his gun out and my nephew fell on him and they was struggling when I heard the shot and my nephew fell back, clutching his chest, and while the cop was staring at him I thought, 'He killed my unarmed nephew for nothing, my harmless nephew,' and while I was tearimg that gun from him it went off and killed him and now they got me here for my nerves, waiting for trial . . ."
"But you're head of that group campaigning against bullying . . ."
"That's why all these same people in schools, on TV shows, preachers, and others against bullying is supporting my case and I know that all them people rioting is wit' me. Even the President --and he wasn't there when it happened -- he done said something 'bout it, so you tell my story and nothing will happen to me."
Even in that loose-fitting white linen robe she could be a model, the reporter sitting beside her bed thought. She was tall, her body parts symmetrically connected. "Why did you shoot the cop?" he asked.
"I didn't like the way he looked at me. They always bullying us po' innocent 'people of color' . . ."
"How was he looking at you?"
"He wasn't exactly looking at me . . ."
"I don't understand."
"He was looking at my titties . . ."
"Where were they?"
"In my brassiere, minding they own business."
"So how could he see them?"
"I got this soft tan skin and I know the tops of 'em, round and smooth, looking inviting peeping up from my brassiere . . . I like to show 'em like that to give 'em some air. They jiggle like they grinning every time I move my arms . . ."
"And that's why you shot him?"
"I and my nephew was sitting in this restaurant eating a sandwich and he was drinking a soda in a booth and a couple of times he glanced over in our direction and my nephew, big as a football player, suddenly pointed at him and said, 'Come on.' We went over there and my nephew said, 'You ain't got no right to be bullying us 'cause we people of color' and the cop looked surprised like he didn't understand, and that's when my nephew hit him so hard in the jaw, knocked him in the corner of the booth and the cop was snatching his gun out and my nephew fell on him and they was struggling when I heard the shot and my nephew fell back, clutching his chest, and while the cop was staring at him I thought, 'He killed my unarmed nephew for nothing, my harmless nephew,' and while I was tearimg that gun from him it went off and killed him and now they got me here for my nerves, waiting for trial . . ."
"But you're head of that group campaigning against bullying . . ."
"That's why all these same people in schools, on TV shows, preachers, and others against bullying is supporting my case and I know that all them people rioting is wit' me. Even the President --and he wasn't there when it happened -- he done said something 'bout it, so you tell my story and nothing will happen to me."
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