Anti-Semitic Scum

"Tafadhalili, repeat!"

They are not all in the Middle East; they are in England, France, the United States, and many other countries.  They sit safely in their homes, restaurants, clubs, and meetings -- thousands of miles from Israel and some Muslim man, woman or youngster wrapped in a bomb, and detonating it.

They sit on a bus or wait at a bus-stop or sit in a school or hospital filled with children or elderly without having to think that a missle from terrorists might destroy them at any moment.  Most of this anti-Semitic scum, these enemies, have never even been to Israel, have never had their faces splashed with the blood of their child or husband or wife whose body was torn apart by a bomb or bullets from empty-headed terrorists "glorifying" their "righteousness" by killing Jewish men, women, and children.

This antiSemitic scum, these enemies of Israel in England, France, the United States, and many other countries, dare to presume that they know what Israel should and should not do.  They safely prance  up and down in their countries fat-mouthing their anti-Semitism like Monday-morning quarterbacks and armchair revolutionaries.

NOBODY knows better what Israel needs to do to defend itself against millions of religion-crazed enemies than the Jews of Israel!   Let History Record It.

Culture Whack!

One speaks of his/her culture, points to what it has achieved in education.  Are its people high on the list of the most educated or trailing the most educated in the 21st century?  Are its people noted for winning Nobel Prizes in medicine, in science, in technology or any field that requires the use of the brain or does their "culture" emphasize running and jumping?

And if a person heard a basketball being bounced on a sidewalk at midnight or on a city bus or in a restaurant or in a public toilet would that person, without looking,  automatically say, "The people from that 'culture' are always bouncing basketballs."

Has any literature and music created by the writers and musicians of that "culture" equaled the great literature and music of men and women of other cultures?

Are the people of that "culture" so intellectually meek that they can't tolerate self-criticism, and are destined to not improve but to disappear?

Cultures do not come from a voice in the clouds; they're created by men and  women.  If the culture of a particular group isn't producing the needs of its people, then those people's "leaders" are to blame.

Hare-Hair

Is  a hare without hair aware that it's a hare without hair?  Does the hare without hair look with envy at the fluffy-tailed white hair of another hare?

Is a hare timid by nature or has it learned to be overly cautious?  It's eyes are constantly darting right and left as it goes about nervously nibbling on scraps of potato chips, french fries, collard greens, pork chops, fried chicken, and chit'lin (pig guts) sandwiches.  It's ready to flee with its morsel of chit'lins -- as would a running-back with a football the bone-crushing intentions of a 6' 250-pound linebacker -- any new, unexpected sound, especially of words it hasn't heard before.

If a hare can conceive of a sound warning it to get its hairless tail "out of Dodge," isn't that a mental exercise equivalent to thinking?  But if a hairless hair could think and attached ropes to  his head as hair, would it be considered a hare with hare-hair or a rope-head?

Bush, Powell, Rice, Obama

Tafadhali, repeat only in whispers.

There was that ever-present image of white men waltzing into Afrika where they were outnumbered a million to one by black men, but in short time had effeciently taken over that continent.

They built modern cities and homes among millions of black people living in grass huts with goats and chickens, brought in schools and the written word and new languages and newspapers among millions of illiterate black people.  Centuries earlier they had given free rides across the Atlantic to blacks to pick cotton and cut sugar-cane in the Americas.  But after hundreds of years in the Americas these blacks became carbon-copies (cheap imitations of whites), did not create a legitimate culture, and walked into the 21st century wearing their britches down to their knees -- displaying their stink bloomers and butts in public.  With self-hate they hurled the word "nigger" at each othr in public, causing many civilized humans a bothersome thought:  "Can there be some genetic difference between whites and blacks impeding the latter from reaching the intellectual level of the former?"

"Why in the 1990s -- when whites were walking in space -- did the Hutu tribe in Rwanda take machetes and savagely chop hundreds of thousands of helpless Tutsi men, women, and children to pieces?  And why were other tribes in other Afrikan countries kidnapping children and forcing them to become child-soldiers and killers in tribal wars?"

Former President George W. Bush ignored that unflattering image and that bothersome thought.  He judged Colin Powell and Condolezza Rice, both Afrikan Americans, by their deportment and ability, selecting the former to be United States Secretary of State, and the latter to be his National Security Advisor, later to be United States Secretary of State; positions so high in the United States government that no other President had dared defy the country's anti-black racists and select Afrikan Americans to fill.
Let history record it.

Betwixt and Between

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

"Why are blacks Christians or Muslims? -- the people who enslaved them and tried to dehumanize them?" -- the white man asked the black man sitting next to him at the bar.  They were both drinking beer.
"I don't know any blacks who are Christians or Muslims," the black man said.
"They're all over the place singing gospels and shouting and kneeling on prayer rugs," the white man said.
"I consider Christianity a religion of Europeans -- whites -- it's totally white-oriented."
"And Islam?"
"It's an Arab religion.  Muslims take Arab identities.  Arabs don't identify as blacks.  But let me ask you a question.  Did blacks ever enslave other blacks or sell them to Arabs and Christians?"
"Today, in the 21st century, in parts of Afrika, they're still doing it."
"Why?"
"Why?"  For money."
"No.  They do it because their culture, or so-called culture, makes them stronger than those they capture and sell.  What's your religion?  Christianity or Islam?"
"I wouldn't be a Christian or a Muslim on my death-bed -- they've been slaughtering each other for centuries."
"By the way, what would you replace Christianity or Islam with in those billions of Christians and Muslims to help them  better control their savagery?"
"Well uh . . . m-m-m . . . uh . . . I see what you mean."

Zombie Street

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

In Afrika, because of the many worthless features of Afrikan cultures, millions of Afrikans have become CARBON-COPIES, taking the identities of Arab and European slaveholders and colonizers.  In the Americas, CARBON-COPIES have been using that excuse of being shorn (as with sheep) of Afrikan cultures -- though they were worthless -- for over a hundred years; if someone takes something from you, you take it back.  You don't just go on whining about it ad infinitum -- unless you're a meek hypocrite.

These CARBON-COPIES should have broken from that Culture-ritis producing disease in the '60s when blacks and whites put their lives on the line and were beaten bloody in the streets -- and dragged into jails and prisons -- to  take the CARBON-COPIES from their meek acceptance of white identities.

Blacks, identifying with Afrikan ancestors who got off of those slave ships on the shores of the Americas, can look to the Afrika of today and select those cultural features that are conducive to progress, flush any ignorant, superstitious crap down the toilet.  People bond around their unique names, language, and customs, and they support the people of their group, culturally, economically, politically, and socially.  People of a strong culture -- such as the Jews -- are noted for producing great scientists, physicists, surgeons, philosophers, highly acclaimed teachers, writers, artists -- in short, intellectual giants.

Rope-Heads

The power of words on weak minds. "Nappy"-hair, "kinky"-hair, "woolly"-hair, terms that for centuries throughout the world were given negative conotatiions when referring to the hair of "black" (CARBON-COPIES)people by "stringy"-haired people to redicule "black" people and give meek "blacks" an inferiority complex. These weak-minded "blacks" began heating iron combs red-hot and using a mixture of lye and potatoes to straighten their hair in imitation of the hair of "stringy"-haired people. Then came the 1960s and "blacks" shouting, "Say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud!" Afros, wearing their hair natural, became their effort to overcome their brainwashing against their hair. Many Jews supported them in that effort by sporting "Is-fros;" many Italians added their support with "It-fros." "Black" movies hit the theaters. In one popular movie the protagonist was a "black" pimp with his hair straightened and falling to his shoulders. Kwa heri (goodbye), Afros. A popular comedian captured the lightening-quick return to idolizing "stringy"-hair by "blacks" with, "back to hair fried, dyed, and laid to the side." Now these meek, cultureless "blacks" have taken to attaching ropes to their hair, desperately trying to imitate the long hair of whites. without a legitimate culture these CARBON-COPIES will continue to flounder with an inferiority complex not only about their hair but about their inability to match the prowess of whites and other races in culture. These meek CARBON-COPIES are trying to make attaching ropes to their hair as a feature of "black"(carbon-copy)culture. And a language?

Minorities Contradic'

In the comin' of the minorities, intentionally or jes "open sesame" to mother nature, "none Flew Over The Coo-Coo Mess" or "It Was Nice Knowing You U.S.A," is forecast for America's future. But both predictions evidence a glaring contradiction that we look at and talk to day and night. From the moment that the Spaniards set foot in the countries that we now call Latin America some Indians there started harping "Adios, Indian identity, bienvenido whitening process." When the English brought Afrikan slaves into what is now the U.S.A. some slaves looked at the slavemasters' hair and skin and declared, "Us need change us hair and skin," resulting in red-hot iron combs and chemicals to straighten the hair of blacks throughout the world and dye it blond or hide it under white women's wigs, and bleaching creams to whiten their skin. It's as if these minorities have "hoof and mouth disease." Their mouths are yappig about their power as the new majority while their brains and feet are hoofing it to disappear into whiteness.

Disease

"Shhh . . . what you are about to read is politiclly incorrect. Tafadhali,repeat only in whispers." Culture-ritis, unlike arthritis which generally attacks the elderly, is a disease that ferments in the minds of infants at birth. Many observers of the disease in a child, however, postulate that the disease incubates in the child even as it is forming in its mother's womb, contending that a trait of it -- the capacity to think intelligently or not -- is inherited from the father and mother. Culture-ritis, like arthritis, causes sever pain, but it is in the mind and not physical parts of the body that it causes its havoc, twisting the mind into gnarled, ugly, excruciating agony; and this agony of culture-ritis is aggravated when the affected persons are asked to think objectively of the worth of their "culture" -- in the context of the 21st century. Down through history there has been -- and even today -- irrefutable evidence that the disease, culture-ritis, afflicts "people of color" throughout the world more than people of the white race. There is such fear of being "politically incorrect" in the 21st century that the truth that we have just written is avoided, leaving those who need to hear it riveted in their worthless, Stone Age, subcultures. Let History Record It

Shotgun and Spears

>Chief Spears heard the bark of gunpowder and called for a dance of spears. >The lone Shotgun barked again, spitting fire and smoke into the air. >Spears wet their pants. >"That dancing and hollering isn't worth much against me," Shotgun blustered. >Chief Spear convened a meeting of the Spears Council, and a spear swooshed, "you hate us, Shotgun, 'cause we spears and none too lustrous!" >Shotgun thundered, and more buckshot waited like silent vultures. "Now that I've got your attention," Shotgun spouted, "let's talk cultures." >"Our culture," Chief Spear stabbed, "all we have to do is believe and we can fly." >Shotgun craked, "Try fluttering from a three-story grass-hut." >Chief Spear wobbled. The council shimmied nervously, stunned. >From along a grass-wall, a spear, among the bedraggled cache used in foolish riots, clanked, "I'm Young Spear and I wanna be a Shotgun." >Shotgun went on safety. "I can understand that, but being a Shotgun is complex." >"It's only about killing," Young Spear glintd, visibly vexed. >Shotgun in an instant blunderbuss, countered, "Woud you say that your community is intellectually kaput?" >"You're out'er line," Young Spear pointed. >Shotgun muzzled impatience. "How will you determine at whom to aim and shoot?" >"The same as when I was a spear." >Shotgun leveled on the Council. "Your culture's lacking, it's clear. Where are your houses of culture, your businesses for jobs, your forums on national and international issues?" >Old spears sitting at the table twanged up from their stools. >"We leave that to our politicians," Chief Spear poked. >Shotgun muffled, I stand among fools. Turning to Young Spear, "Okay, I'll convert you to a Gun." >"Convert my homies to Guns, too." >Shotgun clicked off safety. "Why?" >"To be equals with you." >"How do you figure that?" >'Cause we'll all be the same." >"But, Young Spear, we don't even look the same, and we come out of a different culture, different experiences." >Young Spear quivered. "Don't ever call me a 'spear' again! Twixt you and me ain't no differences!" >Call yourself whatever you want, Shotgun injected. Act like a spear, you're a spear. "Okay," he spewed, "I'll call you Spear-Gun." >"I'm finished with spears!" Young Spear flung at him. >"You a traitor, Young Spear!" Chief Spear vibrated. >"This is war!" Young Spear hurled, and spears pierced indiscriminately. >Shotgun, hammer cocked, backed out of the grass-hut, a thought triggering into the chamber: Something's awry here, a Shotgun doesn't backdown from a spear. . . . end . . .