FEELINGS AND BILL CLINTON

"Shhhh . . . what you are about to read is politically incorrest. Tafadhali, repeat only in whispers."

Nothig Worthwhile Can Be Built On A False Foundation.

Feelings about throwaway socks or throwaway anything -- they come, taking over. We get them about cheap imitations when we can have the real thing. It's like hating cell-phones because every little throwaway dreg of society that we see on the street or at a bus-stop or sitting on a bus or getting off a bus has a cell-phone plastered to his or her ear, as if saying, "Look how important I am. Everywhere I go, someone wants to talk to me." Saw two of these throwaway dregs sitting side by side on a bus talking to each other on cell-phones. Makes you wanna spit.

Or it's the feeling we get when some school drop-out behind the cash register at some fast-food joint blurts -- without even looking at you -- "Thanks, have a nice day, come again -- next." You wanna snap: "Stick it, you dummy!"

You're walking along a dirt street in a shanty town of dilapidated huts of old, soiled white stucco walls and corrugated tin or straw roofs in East Afrika. A black child of five or six years of age in an unbuttoned dirty blue shirt, exposing his swollen belly, stands near the dirt street in front of one of the huts. He hs no trousers on and looks unwashed. You give him a smile and a wave, and he smiles and waves.

You get a feeling about him, a filling of pity that his worthless culture has brought him into this poverty. But you also feel joy that in spite of the weakness of his culture, it will give him a foundation in an Afrikan identity. He won't be just a CARBON COPY, a cheap imitation of the English, or Spanish or French or Portuguese as the "blacks" in the Americas. You doubt that he'll speak English, but didn't the English rule in his country for many years? And wasn't English the language of instruction in the schools of his country?

You stop. "Unasema Kiingereza, kijana?" ("Do you speak English, young man?") you ask in Swahili.

Still smiling he shakes his head.

"Jina lako nani?" ("What's your name?").

With a broader smile he almost shouts, "Bill Clinton."

IT HURTS . . . BRING IT!!!

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

Nothing worthwhile can be built on a false foundation.

Obscenities spewed bitterly from her, bombarding my ears like the loud, gruff voice of a man. By the harsh rumble of her voice I knew that she was a CARBON- COPY woman even before out of the corner of my eye I took in her grumpy round face, her heavy lips, and short, straightened hair dyed blond. She sat in the first seat on my left as I came through the door. Usually I boarded buses by the front door, hoping to find a seat far from the back, the area seemingly preferred by loud, vulgar-mouthed denizens. But when the bus had stopped, the back door had been before me.

I had rushed to the seat across the aisle, facing the door I had come through, about five feet from her facing toward the front in a seat by the door. I felt fortunate that I'd only have to listen to her for a couple of blocks. I would've gotten off and walked those two blocks the moment I heard her mouth, but I thought of one of the blocks as tantamount to walking up Mt. Everst, and my post-midddle-aged legs didn't relish the climb.

". . . can't nobody look down on me . . . !" she was blaring. Several Afrikan American women sitting at the front of the bus had turned in their seats twice, sending censuring stares at her. A slim "black" woman sitting across the aisle from her with long rope-like false plaits attached to her hair added giggles and "yeses" to everything the woman was saying. Both seemed to be in their early twenties.

" . . . I know bulldaggers, ho's, and prostitutes, bitches who knows how to git that money right -- and I don't take no fucking bullshit . . . !"

A lone white woman, her chestnut hair pulled into a bun at the nape of her neck, her trim body in a nice-fitting gray suit, sat pressed tightly into the corner of the seat facing toward the front on the other side of the door, her handsome square face ashen and frozen forward as if she were holding her breath and was trying to ward off the woman's filthy mouth by becoming indistinguishable from the gray seat and green wall of the bus.

". . . it ain't lak I ain't got no culture -- I been to school, too -- and got my kids -- all five of 'em in school . . ."

Where did she come from? I asked myself, knowing the answer. I'd asked it before, hearing niggorant people like her on city buses and streets from Miami, Florida to San Francisco. Who or what produced her or any of us? She had culture? Where was it?

She wasn't part of that horde of illiterate Afrikan ancestors who got unsolicited free rides below deck on ships crossing the Atlantic; she wasn't met at the ships by people making her an "offer she couldn' refuse," room 'n' board for picking cotton. True, the people who made the offer were better organized, with gunpowder and intellectual power, but their offer was rejected some 150 years ago in a bloody civil war -- and this is the 21st century. The culture of whites has them walking and working in space! And "blacks" are still whining about having the highest rate of unemployment.

For generations, thousands of "blacks" have been graduating from colleges and universities with business degrees, but where are the "black" businesses to employ these "black" people? They get these degrees, these pieces of paper, to get a "good" job in businesses created by whites; still whining about being less educated than whites -- as if whites were responsible for educating them; whining about poverty and not enough welfare.

Yet, they're always mouthing about "black" culture this, "black" that, "black" culture here, there, and yon. But where is it? Any so-called "culture" that can't eradicate the problems of its people in over 150 years isn't worth a damn!!!

Let History Record It.

Death's Role-Call

"Next."

Tribes of "US"

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

"OUR votes put him in office, he should put US first, put US before the other people or the wars or environment or international or global problems. We're not voting for him again!"

"Wait a minute. They ain't even citizens, to hell with them. Forget them, what about US? He's one of US -- he s'pose to put US first 'fore anybody and any thang. OUR votes put him where he is."

"Now this is getting out of hand. Always remember where the money-source is, where the real power is. We have the votes to overcome the votes of all these vulgar-mouthed loud-mouths put together. We had the know-how to put this country together. You only have to look at the chaos in the countries they came from to see what this country would be like if any of them had tried to organize a society of this size, with all these different ethnic groups. They'd still be killing each other. We fought wars to maintain this -- the most powerful, freedom-loving country in the entire world. So while you're listening to these whining tag-alongs, just keep US and the total picture in mind."

HAITIANS MISSING . . .

WILL CONTINUE FOR YEARS. No one -- being politically correct -- dared mention this before this devastating earthquake; and nothing -- being especially politically correct in this crisis in Haiti -- will be said about it during these days of so much trauma; and certainly once the HEADLINES move on to some other eye-catching calamity, missing Haitians will no longer be mentioned.

Much is being ballyhooed about how wonderful and encouraging it is to see Haitians marching, singing and chanting to God in their terrible moments of distress.

Why couldn't they have been marching and singing and chanting protests years and years ago against corrupt PRESIDENTS and other POLITICIANS absconding from Haiti -- and missing -- with suitcases filled with millions of dollars?

Why couldn't they have been marching and protesting the illiteracy and the ignorant VOODOO religion taking over thier minds from their birth?

And why couldn't they have been marching against thousands of Haitians missing annually from the social struggle to improve their country, risking death in shark-infested waters to get into the United States where anyone can get on welfare, citizen or not, and wave the flag of their country which they abandonded and profess to love it so much once they're away from it.?

Is that why the masses of Haitians still live in trash-filled streets and card-board and corrugated tin shacks that any strong wind can send tumbling to the ground? Why no infrastructures exist there to cope with misfortunes? Why in this tragedy in their country Haitians will be looting and attacking each other?

Running to the United States by boat-loads is their INFRASTRUCTURE. Running across the border to the Dominican Republic was the INFRASTRUCTURE even when Trujillo, the former vicious dictator of the Dominican Republic, would slaughter them.

Haiti is -- after over two hundred years and in the 21st century --still the poorest, most backward country in the Western Hemisphere because its people have not marched for PROGRESS, and the U.S. governments that have been pouring millions of dollars into the country -- and other "black" countries everywhere for decades -- haven't had the courage to say to them: "IT'S TIME YOU PEOPLE STOOD ON YOUR OWN FEET AND STOPPED BEING THE WHITE PEOPLE'S BURDEN!"

KILLERS GRIN-"CULTURE"

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

". . . we put some kindlin' on them nigguhs heads didn' we?"

They broke out in raucous laughter, giving each other high-fives. There were eight or nine of them sitting around a table under a tree in the park. Could have been any park in any city in the United States. The city was sunny Los Angeles, 2009.

In 1972, some 37 years before, Richard Hatcher, the Afrikan American mayor of Gary, Indiana called for a national black convention to deal with the crime and violence in Afrikan American communities. Some 8000 delegates, Afrikan American political and civil-rights leaders and mayors attended the convention.

". . . you should'a seen the nigguh's eyes," one of the youths was saying, "when he seen my bat coming at his nigguh head --"

"Did'ja tune him up?" another said, smiles brightened faces in anticipation of laughter.

"Did I -- the nigguh's in the hospital ain't he?" The laughter came, fists pounding the table. Self-hate anyone?

At the Afrikan American convention in Gary, Indiana, the 8000 delegates had agreed that the CULTURAL CRISIS was the KEY CRISIS of Afrikan American life.

". . . but if the nigguh dies, you -- we all might go down," a youth at the table said.

"No problem," another scoffed. "We teenagers, they can't do nut'n to us . . ."

"And if we go to juvenile," another piped up, "we jes hook up wit' some mo' of our homies there . . ."

"Yeah," said another, "and if we git some lawyers and these nigguhs talking 'bout how we all come from broken homes and no daddies, and we po' young blacks wit' no role models -- shit, we ain't goin' no where . . ."

"Say that!" several around the table boasted, slapping high-fives.

In 1989, ABC hosted a 1-hour show narrated by three Afrikan American correspondents. Carol Simpson, one of the correspondents, put, in an experiment, pictures of black children and white children on a table and asked black children, "Who is the pretty one in this picture?" All of the black children pointed to the white children.

"Who is the smart one," she asked. All of the black children pointed to the white children. Those children are representative of what so-called Afrikan American "culture" has produced.

The moment one enters a Vietnamese or Korean or Chinese or Japanese or Hispanic or Italian or Arabic or Anglo or Jewish or Russian community, one knows it. The language of their respective culture is on their stores, shops, restaurants, theaters, and clubs. They have cultural centers teaching their unique language, names, dances, customs, history -- their unique identity. They have a strong cultural base, bond around it, promote it, and prosper.

Where is the Afrikan American cultural center that teaches and promotes Afrikan American culture in any Afrikan American community? There isn't one because there isn't any feature of an Afrikan American culture in existence, except for KWANZAA. And most of the people involved in that celebration -- after over forty years -- still can't correctly pronounce the Swahili words used in the celebration.

If Afrikan American "leaders" declared, some 37 years ago, that the CULTURAL CRISIS was the KEY CRISIS of Afrikan American life, what have they done about it. NOTHING.

Ninty-nine percent of "blacks" throughout the Western Hemisphere are still, in the 21st century, nothing more than shoddy examples of CARBON COPIES of Anglos or Spaniards or French people or Portuguese. A few are trying to melt into Arabic or Indian or Jewish culture.

Without a strong cultural base, "blacks" shall soon disappear as did the people who were Indians, but after the arrival of Spaniards they disappeared into "Latinos."

Let History Record It.

OBAMA vs. AIR-HEAD "blacks"

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

Get your RACE-CARD updated. They call themselves "The Guardians of Black Interests." Another group calls themselves "The Black Be-Heads." Some call them The Black AIR-HEADS. Finally, we have the "Chronicles Support Blacks." They're neither "black" nor news chronicles. If it weren't for white newspapers, magazines, and books we wouldn't know what in the hell was going on in the world, unless it concerned food stamps, welfare checks,and "whooping and hollering preachers."

These people are so ignorant, they don't realize that they're WALKING CONTRADICTIONS or they're "black" SCHIZOPHRENICS who don't know who or what in the hell they are!

Their only purpose for existing is to hear the "black" masses say: "Dey is defending us rights." On the one hand these AIR-HEADS are constantly demanding that "black" people be treated the same as all other American citizens while at the same time they're demanding that President Obama GIVE "black" people preferential treatment because they're "black."

They, these AIR-HEADS (CARBON COPIES who take their names, language, religion, and customs from whites) started criticizing and opposing Obama's economic proposals before he was in office a year because he didn't shape his proposals to FAVOR "black" people.

President Obama said: "The most important thing I can do for the African American community is the same thing I can do for the American community, period, and that is get the economy moving again and get people hiring again . . . It's a mistake to start thinking in terms of particular ethnic segments of the United States rather than to think that we are all in this together and we are all going to get out of this thing together . . . ."

When these "black" AIR-HEADS or IGNORAMOUSES or SCHIZOPHRENICS or whatever in the hell they are heard this they fell, screaming and slobbering at the mouth, on their shiny brown desks or computer keyboards or pulpits.

The words "economy moving" and "hiring" scared them to death. They knew that they couldn't play the RACE-CARD, their meal ticket, with him. Who drives the economy? WHITES.

Who creates the jobs and does the hiring? WHITES.

These CARBON COPIES have been whining about jobs for over a hundred years, and haven't created two jobs.

Those who raised President Obama never allowed AIR-HEAD HUSTLERS to pound him into that deep rut of tribal ignorance -- playing the RACE-CARD -- and that's why he's so much more intelligent than these "black" HUSTLERS who oppose him; ignorance hates intelligence.

Let History Record It