A. Hateful
B. Unable to write anything intelligent enough of to post on BBQ for the rest of ya’ll to read.
Someone wrote to me suggesting that I am racist because of my “Jamal” story.
For those interested (If you are not interested in this, don’t read it), a recap. I walked into an eye doctor apt. in Wokeland and the receptionist asked if I was Jamal. (I am very obviously white). I answered “Do I look like Jamal?” She replied “Well you never know these days.” I said nothing, but smiled at the other receptionist who was smiling and sorta laughing at her idiot co-worker. What I didn’t say was “Actually, you can know these days, as rationality and common sense are not time-sensitive.”
For that post above, a hate-mailer accused me of being racist.
I bet that hate-mailer couldn’t handle five-minutes at a black bar in NoPo! He’d be crawling in his honkey skin!
I have the CD below, and I listen to this song weekly or so, it’s in my play-often stack. I bet this song scares the hell outta the honkey hate-mailer accusing me of being racist. Give a listen, does it make you uncomfortable? If so, you are a fragile white person:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cNahqMd2dPE
The black stripper I got a lap dance from last week doesn’t think I’m racist.
Nor does the black lesbian stripper I met a month ago who voted for Trump. (Seems like some of ya’ll whiteys are behind the curve on some (a lot!) of the political stuff.)
The two black strippers who I brought to Hawaii for my 50th birthday don’t think I”m racist.
Nor do the dozens of Muslims I sat with two days ago for their Eid celebration. (For all the honkeys who don’t know, Eid celebrates the end of Ramadan.) I met a black woman with the last name Stokely last week. Unlike a lot of fragile whites out here, she knows about geo-engineering. She hopes now that Trump is in, Democrats will wake the hell up. I asked her if she knew of Stokely Carmichael. She said yes. I then asked about Huey P. Newton, she knew of him, and I mimicked what Huey always ended his talks with: “I AM…A REVOLUTIONARY”. I then told her about the Huey P. Newton Gun Club. She is blind (which is why I was driving her) and said ‘you don’t want me shooting a gun.’
Here is a great test to see whether or not you are a closet racist, as I suspect of the fragile whites who have accused me of being racist. Does this song scare you? It’s on another CD I listen to regularly. (I went to a talk by the singer Chuck D. at UMASS thirty years ago):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zrFOb_f7ubw&list=LL6LGeigL6ItCHy_R15nyOtg&index=72
But the ultimate test lies here. Can you listen to this entire song? If not, you’re a fragile white honkey! (It’s okay if you need to turn it down so the neighbors don’t hear it, we understand. Just see if you can make it to the end.)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfvEd6qai2s&t=2s
Andy,
Wheeler
BONUS! Can’t Truss It!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=am9BqZ6eA5c