How a White-man Became a Black-man In Order To Find His Whiteness—His Alright-ness.
How a White-man Became a Black-man In Order To Find His Whiteness—His Alright-ness.
That festival of scum, aka, the “Mainstream Media,” lie incessantly. They don’t engage in fake news, they manufacture outright propaganda. Those of us on the other side of the aisle, whether conservative, libertarian or even old-school Democrat, can see it. Because we live in their world. Just like Black-folk living in a White world know about Whiteness. Unlike too many White-folk, who think listening to Prince and the occasional rap record, gives them entree into the Black mindset. Whatever that actually might be? I say this as dark-skinned, soul and blues-loving Cracker. Give me some jazz, and I’m a happy man.
This, however, will probably offend Whoopi Goldberg, whose cultural appropriation of the Jewish name “Goldberg,” indicates some racist bullshit. But she, nonetheless, is always talking crap about how White-folk would be re-instituting slavery, given half a chance. Maybe, a quarter of a chance, even. This she knows because she pulled it out of her ass, I guess, which she seems to do on a regular basis.
Furthermore, don’t try and tell me I’m not Black or Chinese, Jewish or Hungarian. Hell. I’ve been hungry lots of times in my life. And, as Progressives have told us, over and over, you can be whatever you want to be if you really believe, and click your heels together three times. Then, that shit becomes real. You feel me?
What does this have to do with the mainstream media being political propagandists?
You wouldn’t understand. Because you aren’t Black and Conservative—the smallest minority group in the world—that’s us.
"We talkin’ small, my people’s!"
Now, I’m gonna go listen to some James Brown and re-read Eldridge Cleaver’s “Soul on Ice,” and fine-tune my Blackness, till I can’t do nothin’ but sing dem blues, dem work-songs, ‘bout my people’s, working on chain gangs and shit. And then, we be gettin’ real.
"You feel me?"
Bust'a Crab
Bust’a Crab
That festival of scum, aka, the “Mainstream Media,” lie incessantly. They don’t engage in fake news, they manufacture outright propaganda. Those of us on the other side of the aisle, whether conservative, libertarian or even old-school Democrat, can see it. Because we live in their world. Just like Black-folk living in a White world know about Whiteness. Unlike too many White-folk, who think listening to Prince and the occasional rap record, gives them entree into the Black mindset. Whatever that actually might be? I say this as dark-skinned, soul and blues-loving Cracker. Give me some jazz, and I’m a happy man.
This, however, will probably offend Whoopi Goldberg, whose cultural appropriation of the Jewish name “Goldberg,” indicates some racist bullshit. But she, nonetheless, is always talking crap about how White-folk would be re-instituting slavery, given half a chance. Maybe, a quarter of a chance, even. This she knows because she pulled it out of her ass, I guess, which she seems to do on a regular basis.
Furthermore, don’t try and tell me I’m not Black or Chinese, Jewish or Hungarian. Hell. I’ve been hungry lots of times in my life. And, as Progressives have told us, over and over, you can be whatever you want to be if you really believe, and click your heels together three times. Then, that shit becomes real. You feel me?
What does this have to do with the mainstream media being political propagandists?
You wouldn’t understand. Because you aren’t Black and Conservative—the smallest minority group in the world—that’s us.
"We talkin’ small, my people’s!"
Now, I’m gonna go listen to some James Brown and re-read Eldridge Cleaver’s “Soul on Ice,” and fine-tune my Blackness, till I can’t do nothin’ but sing dem blues, dem work-songs, ‘bout my people’s, working on chain gangs and shit. And then, we be gettin’ real.
"You feel me?"
Bust'a Crab
Bust’a Crab